Harold Sherman

Harold Sherman
If you were fortunate enough to meet Harold Sherman when he walked among us, you don't need me to tell you about the intensive "good" which radiated from this man. If you were even luckier to have known Harold and his wife, Martha, you don't need me to describe their unique sensitivity and ability to communicate. If you are a devoted reader of his books and essays, there is no reason for me to explain his methods of defining reality or how to use the visionary and healing skills he wanted to share with the world.

Sadly, if you were born after he was gone... Or never had the chance to cross paths with these incredible people... And have never exposed yourself to his insightfull writing... I am afraid I don't have the words to express everything you have missed.

So what can I offer? Perhaps you would best be served with my personal observtions of how I came to meet the Shermans, what I learned from them, and the anguish I still feel for not giving something back to them when I could. You may first want to familiarize yourself with some of my experiences before my encounter with these very special people. First, understand why I am so anxious about my birthday - it's simple and logical. Then, use my few words about August 4th to lead to another link which provides a few examples of things I've seen before they happened. That will give you the foundation you need to understand why I doubt my move to Arkansas was coincidental or merely chance.

It was one of those rare and precious experiences which I doubt was accidental which I shall treasure always. Here's how it happened:

I was working at KAIT-TV8, a small television station in Jonesboro, Arkansas. That's the state from where President Clinton came. Incidentally, I worked with him when he was Arkansas's Attorney General and we worked on a consumer affairs TV program once a month.

One day I was sitting in my back yard which was on the edge of a thick woods, watching a bunch of racoons playing. I thought I was going nuts when one of them waddled over to me, stood up on his hind legs, and said, "You really out to go see Harold Sherman." He smiled, turned, and waddled back into the woods with his siblings.

I sat there for a while convinced I was having an hallucination, although I didn't even drink much at the time. "Who the heck is Harold Sherman?" I aksed. I closed my eyes and "saw" an old Parade magazine article (a Sunday newspaper supplement) in my mind's memory. It was an article about a new book on psychic phenomena by an author who lived in Mountain View, Arkansas.

I went into the house and got a map, and found Mountain View:

It's about a hundred miles as the crow flies...
And about twice as far if using the roads of 1978.
It appeared to be a drive west of Jonesboro by several hours.

I went to the TV station and loaded up a news van with camera gear, figuring I could go there on the pretext of doing a story. I figured someone would lock me up if I went there saying a racoon told me to come!

The next morning, I started toward Mountain View at dawn. I found a little town which appeared to have been carved out of the side of a forest which grew on a hill. Most of the town was a collection of Ozark curio, craft, and knick-knack shops. A nice place for tourists to take a break from driving on some pretty lousy roads.

I drove up and down the main road a couple times before finding a pay phone. The phone book was less than a half inch thick, but it did not have a listing for Harold Sherman.

I went into one of the little stores and asked the clerk if she had ever heard of a guy named, "Harold Sherman." She shook her head, "No." I went to the shop next door and asked the same question. I got the same answer, "Never head of the guy." Going into the next store got the same outcome. Store number four: I decide maybe their memory would work better if I bought something first. So I shell out a couple dollars for a carved man with (arms and legs on tiny hinges) on a stick, who danced when you flicked the stick. I ask my question, and got nearly the same answer, "I don't the name, but go over there, pointing to a building down the street, and ask the guy inside. He knows EVERYBODY around here.

That's where I headed. Once inside, I was confronted by a guy with his hands firmly propped on his hips. It really seemed he knew I was coming and was waiting for me to arrive. When it was obvious that the shop keeper was not into small talk, I got to the point with my question: "Do you know a Harold Sherman?" FINALLY. The guy shot back, "Why?!"

Maybe I was only out of journalism school a few years, but with that one word response I learned several things:
I knew I had hit a nerve.
I knew this man knew at least one Harold Sherman.
I knew my long trip was not the result of going crazy and imagining things.

But... I figured the entire town was involved in a conspiracy to keep the world away from Harold Sherman. And by now... I began to doubt I would ever see this man who communicates through Arkansan wildlife.

So... I stammered out my usual "newsguy" routine: "My name is Jon Duffey and I work for KAIT-TV, News-8, in Jonesboro and drove all the way up here to interview Harold Sherman."

The man now sounded more like a down home kind of peace officer cut from the "Sheriff Andy Taylor of Mayberry" mold. "Look, Mister Sherman has done a lot of our little town. He brought electricity to this area. Without him, everybody here would be dirt farmers. He put Mountain View on the map with the tourist business. We don't want anybody bothering him. He's a nice old man and we do what we gotta to keep kooks away from him."

Hoping I would not have to explain the talking racoon business, I said "I'm no kook and I really think Mister Sherman wants to see me."

One hand came off the man's hip as he began to rub his whiskered chin. I could tell he was trying to figure out a way get me in touch with Mister Sherman without violating the town code of protection around a man perceived to be their patron saint. After several long seconds, the man finally spoke as he used his other hand to point at me. "Tell you what kid, I'll call Harold's brother and let you talk with him. Now you turn your back and wait over there until I make the call."

I went over into the corner and tried to look interested in another one of those carved dancing men on a stick. "Hey you, reporter guy, come back over here." Holding up the phone, the shop keeper continued, "Here, talk to Thomas, Harold Sherman's brother."

Taking the phone, "Hello? This is Jon Duffey."

"This is Thomas Sherman but the family calls me Arthur. I understand you think Harold wants to see you?"

"I'm pretty sure of it."

"Tell you what young man. I'll go across the way and tell Harold you are down there. If he wants to see you he'll call back. But if you don't hear anything in ten or fifteen minutes, you may as well go on back to Jonesboro. OK?"

"sOK, I'll be waiting. Thank you."

I handed the phone back to the shopkeeper and began to pace around the narrow isles. Now, my host wanted to be sociable asking me all kinds of questions about television and who were some of the famous people I have met. The conversation was cut short in a very few minutes when the phone rang. The man answered and handed the phone to me, "Here TV guy, it's Mister Sherman."

I was shaking as I spoke, "Hello, Mister Sherman?"

A wise and raspy sounding voice said, "Yes, Duffey, I've been expecting you. Now here's how to find where I live..."

That's just the start of an incredible adventure.
I have much more to add when I get time. You may get to know Mr. Sherman better through his writings. Amazon.com, the on-line bookstore has a bunch of his titles available for ordering from your computer. You do need to have a credit card, or permission to use the card of someone else. Here is that list:

Dead Are Alive: They Can and Do Communicate With You; Harold Sherman; Mass Market Paperback; $5.39
How to Make Esp Work for You; Harold Sherman; Mass Market Paperback; $5.39
How to Use the Power of Prayer; Harold Sherman; Hardcover; $9.80 (Special Order)
Interference, & Other Football Stories; Harold M. Sherman; Hardcover; $20.95 (Special Order)
LA Vida Despues De LA Muerte/You Live After Death; Harold Sherman; Paperback; $8.60 (Special Order)
You Live After Death; Harold Sherman; Paperback (Publisher Out Of Stock)
Extra Success Potential: The Art of Out-Thinking and Out-Sensing Others in Business and Everyday Life; Harold Morrow, Sherman; Paperback (Hard to Find)
Extra Success Potential: The Art of Out-Thinking and Out-Sensing Others in Business and Everyday Life; Harold Morrow, Sherman; Hardcover (Hard to Find)
The green man and his return: an amazing UFO pre-vision of the coming of the space people; Harold Morrow Sherman; Unknown Binding (Hard to Find)
How to Force and Control Your Future; Harold Sherman; Paperback (Hard to Find)
How to Foresee and Control Your Future; Harold Sherman; Paperback (Hard to Find)
How to Take Yourself Apart and Put Yourself Together Again; Harold Sherman; Paperback (Hard to Find)
How to Turn Failure into Success; Harold Sherman; Paperback (Hard to Find)
Know Your Own Mind; Harold Sherman; Paperback (Hard to Find)
The New Tnt; Harold Sherman; Paperback (Hard to Find)
The new TNT--miraculous power within you; Harold Morrow Sherman; Unknown Binding (Hard to Find)
Number 44, and other football stories; Harold Morrow Sherman; Unknown Binding (Hard to Find)
Thoughts through space: a remarkable adventure in the realm of the mind; Harold Morrow Sherman; Unknown Binding (Hard to Find)
Your Key to Happiness; Harold Sherman; Hardcover (Hard to Find)
Your Key to Happiness; Harold Sherman; Paperback (Hard to Find)
Your Mysterious Powers of Esp; Harold Sherman; Paperback (Hard to Find)
Your Power to Heal; Harold Morrow Sherman; Paperback (Hard to Find)
Your Power to Heal; How to Work With the God Power Within You to Regain Health of Body and Mind; Harold Morrow, Sherman; Hardcover (Hard to Find)

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