Here is one of my posts on California Psychics:
I recently finished a book from a doctor who studied near death experiences for years. He collected more than 2,000 NDEs from people across the world; from all religious backgrounds, creeds, nations and belief systems. The results were not only astonishing but also deeply comforting.
I used to wonder if NDEs were a possible side-effect of a dying, oxygen deprived brain. But after reading this book, amongst other studies I have followed within the past 25 years, there is simply no doubt that there is more to us than what meets the eye; and that there is a universal oneness we are part of.
On Saturday morning, at 5 am, my brother-in-law died of lung cancer. I have never seen my sister hurt and suffer as much as she is doing now. It helps a great deal that I have spent many years in search of “something else.” After my mother died, I wanted to know what and if there is anything else. I have “seen” my mother 3 times since she died in 1988, and I know, without the shadow of a doubt, that I did, in fact, speak to my mom. I have so much proof of “something else” that I no longer fear death and that I can celebrate the life of someone who has passed, as I merely see it in terms of passing to another reality or life altogether. Note that I do not speak of having proof of “god!” I want to make it clear that I am not a religious person and that it is not “god” I am talking about!
I have often wondered about the voices of so-called “skeptics,” as I never did understand the need to be cynical, or to ridicule those who not only find comfort, but also have proof that there is more to life than what they claim to know. What need does one feel to tell a child, or an adult, for that matter, that their source of strength and comfort in their darkest hours is ridiculous and a figment of their imagination.
I have shared the accounts of NDEs I have read about with my sister; how I saw our mom and how she explained to me how things work “over there.” I told her about the time I had a reading from a guy who talks to those who had passed over, how I felt that this was all probably a farce and how this man not only got the names of those who had died in my life, but knew details that I didn’t know at the time. The best way to demonstrate this, is when this man asked me who the man was who was with my mother. He said his name was “Gerard” or something (Gerhard) and asked if this was my father. I told him no, Gerhard was my mother’s ex-husband and that he was still alive and kicking. Days later I received an email from Germany, from my best friend Iris, stating “Hey Carmen, thought you should know that your ex stepfather, Gerhard, died a week ago!
I consider myself a fairly logical person. I consider myself someone of sound reason and logic and I can attest that there are things I have experienced in life that defy all logical explanations. I never did do drugs or drink and hence, can clearly state that I have never suffered from hallucinations.
In times of grief and loss I find great comfort in knowing that my “light” is not extinguished when I die. I find comfort in knowing that there is true love and that everything we do, every good deed, thought and kindness will be recognized, not just in this life, but in the next one.
So here I sit, comforting my sister and letting her know that Claus is watching her. And that he knows how much he was loved and how much he meant and that he can find peace in knowing that there are those of us who care for my sister and make sure that she can go on living. For me, death is merely the beginning of another form of being.