  An
after-death communication is
a spiritual experience that occurs when a person is contacted directly
and spontaneously by a family member or friend who has died. During
their seven years of research,
Bill and Judy Guggenheim
collected more than 3,300 firsthand
reports from people who believe they have been contacted by a deceased
loved one. Their book,
Hello From Heaven,
documents many such experiences. The following are excerpts reprinted by
permission from their wonderful book revealing some of these amazing
after-death communications.
A Tragedy Foretold
Christine Baker, a 37 year old real estate manager in Florida, had a
blessing of compassion bestowed upon her at the precise instant she
truly needed it. Here is what she experienced:
Our fourteen-year-old daughter, Heather, was spending the night at her
girlfriend's house. My husband and I had gone to bed at 11:00.
I was asleep when the telephone rang and woke me up about 1:00. A
dispatcher on the other end said, "Mrs. Baker, the police are at your
front door. Would you please answer it?"
I said, "Okay," and hung up the phone and kind of just sat there on the
side of the bed. I was thinking, "Did I leave the light on in the car or
what?"
I put my robe on and was zipping it up as I got to the door of our
bedroom. In the hallway, I could see Heather and her grandfather, whom
she had been very close to. But he had been dead for six years!
They were standing in the air, and he had his arm around her. They were
very solid, and I could see them just as clear as day. It stunned me! I
kind of shook my head and thought, "Why am I seeing Dad with Heather?"
Then Dad said, "She's okay, Baby. I have her. She's fine!"
He was my father-in-law and he always called me "Baby." It was his voice
- I could hear him. Dad was smiling at me and was very peaceful. They
were both very happy. I shook my head again in amazement.
The minute I opened the front door, the police were standing there, and
they asked me to sit down. I said, "Tell me what's wrong. Please, just
tell me!" They
told me Heather had been killed in a tragic car accident.
I realized later that Dad was trying to lessen the blow for me, and I
knew Heather must be with him. This experience has helped me in
accepting the loss of my only child.
More Than One Witness
Benjamin, age 21, works in the publishing business in Iowa. He and his
wife, Mollie, age 20, reported having a virtually identical after-death
communication with his mother just a few days after she died of cancer.
Here is Mollie's account:
The night of his mother's funeral, my husband, Ben, and I went to her
house and visited with his family. We were there quite late.
As we got back in the car, I looked at the front door. I saw his mother
standing in the open doorway waving good-bye to us! She looked very
peaceful, very healthy, and younger.
In times past, when we would visit her, she always stood by that door
and waved good-bye. So this was just like she had done many times
before.
I looked over to Ben and said, "Did you ...?" and he started crying real
hard. I realized we had both seen his mother at the same time, but Ben
wasn't able to speak. As soon as I looked over to him, she was gone.
I think the reason I was allowed to see his mother was for confirmation
for Ben so he would know she was not a figment of his imagination.
This is Benjamin's account:
The day of my mother's funeral, my wife, Mollie, and I visited my cousin
and her husband at Mother's house. We stayed well into the night, and
then Mollie and I got into the car. I put the key in the ignition, and
as I did I looked up.
About ten yards away, I saw my mother standing in the doorway behind the
clear glass storm door! She would always stand in the doorway out of
kindness and courtesy to make sure we had gotten safely to the car. This
was a common practice of hers - I had seen it a thousand times.
The inside door was open so the light from the house was illuminating
Mother from the back, and the porch light was illuminating her from the
front. She appeared to be in good health and was very solid. She was
there waving good-bye. She seemed relieved - less tired, less stressful.
I got the definite impression that this was a "don't worry" type of
message.
Instantly, I had a tremendous physical feeling, almost like being pinned
to the ground. It was like a wave came over me and went completely
through me from head to toe. It seemed like an eternity, yet it seemed
like a split second. I tried to speak but I couldn't.
At the same time, Mollie said, "Ben, I just saw your mother in the
doorway!" I bowed
my head and said, "So did I," and I began to cry.
That was the first time I had shed any tears over my mother's death. I
have never wept so hard in my entire life. And I felt a sense of relief,
like "good-bye for now.""
A Sinner Goes to Heaven
Emily, an office manager in New York, was deeply concerned about her
brother, Leon, after he died of cancer at age 49. Her is her description
of her experience:
Leon was not a religious man, and when he was dying of cancer, I decided
I would try to get him to accept Jesus into his life before he passed
over. The Lord had made a big difference in my life, and I wanted my
brother to be with him, too.
But when Leon died, he still had not accepted the Lord into his life,
and that really worried me. I was so fearful he was in hell, and I just
couldn't accept that. I prayed about it a lot, and I told everybody how
worried I was. I had many, many other people praying for my brother,
too, and each day I asked for some sign that Leon was finally with
Jesus.
About five months later, I was driving home from my sister's house one
afternoon. It had been raining hard with thunder and lightning, when
suddenly the storm started to clear and the clouds separated. A vivid
ray of sunshine came down through the clouds, and when I looked up off
to my right, my brother was there with the Lord!
They were life-sized - very, very real, very solid and distinct and
three-dimensional. They were very close, shoulder to shoulder, and I
only saw the upper portion of them. Leon was facing me, the Lord was
wearing a robe and facing him, and they were both smiling. My brother
appeared younger than when he died and looked very healthy. Nothing
needed to be said - Leon was with the Lord, and that's all I wanted to
know.
That was so wonderful! I was so relieved to finally have my answer, and
I was so thankful. It was absolutely total relief for me because I knew
Leon was finally at peace and with Jesus.
I had assumed you could not be saved once you died. I suggest that
anyone who is under the same assumption I was to not give up their
prayer vigil. I think prayers finally made it possible for my brother to
be with the Lord.
I gained an awful lot from this experience, and my own walk with the
Lord became that much stronger. Anything is possible through the Lord. I
believed it before, but now I know there is nothing that is impossible!"
Healing a Vengeful Heart
Glen is a mail carrier in the Southwest. He had this spiritually
transformative after-death communication with his son, Ron, age 21, who
was murdered, and with Ron's mother, Helen, who had died of cancer 16
years earlier. The following is his description of the experience.
My son, Ron, was killed on a Monday night, but I didn't find out about
his death until Tuesday morning. The next day, because it was a homicide
and I was the next of kin, I had to go down and identify his body.
That's probably the hardest thing I ever did in my life. This image of
him lying on the table in the morgue remained whenever I would think
about my son. It would come speeding to the front of my consciousness,
and that's all I could see - this ugly, dirty picture of my boy.
On Thursday, I woke up about 4:00 in the morning and raised up and
looked at the alarm clock. Suddenly, Ron was there standing in front of
me! It was like there was a floodlight in back of him, but I could see
all of him clearly. He was dressed in a T-shirt and blue jeans.
He looked solid, he looked real! When he smiled at me, I knew he was in
perfect health. His teeth were all beautifully formed and totally white.
Before he was killed his teeth were chipped and discolored.
Then he brought his mother, Helen, to me. When I buried her body sixteen
years earlier, I buried her in my mind too. I didn't believe in God, and
I didn't believe in an afterlife or heaven. I didn't believe in anything
except this life.
Ron and Helen were holding hands. She looked perfectly healthy with all
of her hair. She had lost her hair to chemo and radiation treatments.
Now she looked like I remembered her when we were first married. She was
in a flowing dress and looked very pretty.
I said, "Helen, I'm sorry. I forgot..."
And she said to me, "I understand, Glen."
She understood that I had forgotten about her. Then she was gone, and I
could hear myself sobbing.
Ron smiled again, and I realized that my son was in heaven or that he
was going to go to heaven. I filled up with a glow - I've never known a
feeling like that before. I felt like I was going to bust all over - I
felt so good!
All of a sudden, I believed! I knew that God, Jesus, the Holy Ghost, the
saints, and everything that I had been taught was true! I just knew it!
Then Ron said, "No hatred, no anger, Dad," and he repeated it, "No
hatred, no anger."
I think he was trying to tell me he didn't hate anybody and wasn't angry
with anybody. And he didn't want me to hate or be angry with anybody
either.
Ron also said, "Don't worry about me. I'm happy."
That made me feel good, and I asked him if he would be there to meet me
when I die. He
said, "Hey, Dad, I'm just a rookie here. I don't know!"
Then my present wife, Linda, who was sleeping beside me, woke up and
touched my arm. That ended my experience with Ron. Even though I could
no longer see or communicate with my son, I felt so euphoric, so at
peace.
A month or so later, I thought, "What if it was the devil that did all
this?" Then I
kind of slapped myself in the face and said, "Hey stupid, why would the
devil do something like that to turn you away from him?"
Satan had me in his grasp for about forty years. Now I know that God is
a lot stronger than the devil.
After Ron was murdered, I was going to terminate the man that killed
him. I was going to make sure that man's life was ended. Now I don't
feel that way anymore. I feel sorry for him because he has to live every
waking minute with the fact he murdered my boy.
You can't believe how happy I am that my son is in heaven with his
mother! This experience changed my life. It opened my eyes. It made me
know that there is a God and there is a heaven and he created all of us.
An Experience Validated
Leslie, age 39, is a volunteer worker in Virginia. She had this happy
reunion with her father 4 months after he died of cancer. This is her
description of her experience:
I had just gone to bed and turned the light off when I saw my father
standing in the doorway! All the lights were out in the house, yet I
could see him very clearly because there was a glow around him.
I kept thinking, "This is really Daddy! This is really him!"
I was so excited that I sat up and said, "Daddy!"
I wanted to go over and touch him, and I started to get out of bed.
He smiled and said, "No, you cannot touch me now."
I began to cry and kept saying, "Let me come to you."
He said, "No, you can't do that. But I want you to know that I am all
right. Everything is fine. I am always with you."
Then he paused and said, "I have to go look in on your mother and Curtis
now."
Curtis is my son, and he and my mother were in the next room. I got up
and followed my father to the hallway. But he disappeared - he just
faded away.
So I went back to bed and kept saying to myself, "This is just your
grief. Daddy wasn't really here."
Then I finally fell asleep after tossing and turning for quite some
time.
The next morning I got up, and Curtis, who was three, almost four at the
time, came out in the hallway.
He said, "Mommy, I saw Granddaddy last night!"
My mouth fell open and I said, "You did?"
He said, "Yes! He came in my room. He was standing by my bed."
How could a three year old come up with that?
I questioned him, "Were you dreaming?"
He said, "No, Mommy. I had my eyes open. I was awake. I saw him!"
So then I knew that Daddy had to have actually been there. There was no
way to refute what had happened. It was a wonderful experience for me
because I learned that love continues on.
A Dream of Hope
Gwen, an artist in Maryland, had a dream and this after-death
communication after her 22 year old son, Christopher, died when his neck
was broken in a motorcycle accident. Her experience is as follows:
The day after Christopher's funeral, I was feeling so awful. I was in a
terrible state! The next day, while everybody was out, I was going to
take sleeping pills in order to be with my son. That's how low I was.
That night I had a dream. I was in a place that was very light, and
there was soft music playing in the air. I've never heard such
instruments or such music - it was beautiful.
Stretching out from me as far as I could see was this big table covered
with a white cloth. On the table were gold dishes with food. Everything
was very attractively arranged like you would see on an ocean liner.
There were a lot of people there walking around very slowly. Some were
helping themselves to the food, and they all looked very happy.
Everybody was dressed in long robes of different colors. It was such a
beautiful, peaceful, happy scene!
Then I heard Christopher say, "Mom," and when I turned, he was standing
there! He had on a white robe and a large gold cross on his chest. He
was all shiny with light and seemed very happy. It was such a joy to be
with my son again!
Christopher had a big plate of food, and he held it out to me as he
said, "Mom, this is for you."
He seemed very proud to be giving me this food. Then Christopher smiled
and turned his head to each side to show me that his neck was no longer
broken.
I woke up knowing deep in my heart that I had actually been with my son.
And I threw the sleeping pills away at once! Christopher saved my life -
I'd swear to it! I'll believe it until the day I die. And I feel when
it's my time, he'll be there for me.
Whenever I'm down, I think of this experience, and it lifts me up again. |
