What Convinced You of life After Death
Having lost a number of loved ones over the years I have to wonder what convinced you of life after death, or if you even believe in it at all. Personally I have had a number of convincing experiences, from Psychic Mediums to Physical Signs, and I now feel 100% confident that after we die there is a place to go, but I wasn't always like this, and used to be pretty scared of death.
Growing up I experienced a number of significant family bereavements. My cousin died in his sleep from an anneurism whilst only in his 20's, my Mum's older Brother died suddenly in his 60's, his younger Brother who lived in a wing attached to our house died within a year of his older Brother from another anneurism, my Father died when I was 16 aged 72 and my Grandmother on my Mum's side, (who also lived with us), died a year or so after her youngest Son. The last four of these deaths all happened within a two year period, and nearly finished my Mum off with the stress of it all.
For many years I guess deep down I was scared of dying. Nothing I had been taught by the early convent schools I had attended had convinced me completely there was any life after death, and it seemed a bit convenient to think there was.
It was a good few years later I was finally given the evidence I needed to convince me that there really was something, and to be convinced to the degree that I willingly state to this day that I now 'know' there is life after death rather than simply claiming 'I believe in life after death'.
It certainly wasn't the Bible that convinced me, or the Church, as in fact by now I had become a Pagan by religion and believed more in a 'Great Spirit' than I did in the teachings of the Bible or the Church. What began to convince me was my first visit to a Psychic Medium. Now I was one of the fortunate people who had an older, more experienced Sister and Husband to recommend a good Medium to me, and to advise me according to what I should and shouldn't tell them. Armed with advice such as, 'Don't give them anything other than your first name', and 'Don't tell them why you are there or anything about yourself', I nervously headed for my first ever sitting, not sure what to expect and being slightly scared, envisioning some darkly lit room with a Gypsy type woman armed with a crystal ball waiting for me.
I was pleasantly surprised to find none of my expectations were correct, and a very normal, slightly mature lady, living in a normal 'Cul de Sac' type housing complex awaited me. I went in, armed with an audiotape so that she could record what happened in case I forgot crucial details later on.
Within seconds she began to bring through dearly departed loved ones of mine, without me even telling her who I had lost or why I was there. In fact it was a cat I had lost, (sad to go to a Medium for this I know, but I did love that cat). I found the hairs standing up on the back of my neck as she began to tell me facts she couldn't possibly have known in advance, nor could she have researched them as not only did she not know my surname, but I also came from an island, and not from the mainland where I was seeing her.
It started with her telling me all about exactly who I had lost, including my Grandmother and my Father. Now it could be argued she might have guessed about my Grandmother being deceased, but at the time she gave me key information that she would never have guessed, and without the "Misses" most sceptics say are offered by Mediums before they get any "Hits".
She went on to tell me all about how my Father had died, and that he was admitting what a difficult man he had been in life to live with. The fact she even knew my Father had died was incredible, as I was still quite young and only in my early twenties, and it was only because my Father had been a much older parent, (56 when I was born), and a very sick man, that he was dead at all.
She went on to tell me my Father was saying that he knew my Mum had now met a new man in her life, and that he truly approved and was happy for her, and that he wanted to send her a red rose as a sign of his love for her. It was true Mum had met a new man, although it was now many years later, and it was very true that my Dad had been a nightmare to live with, partly due to his ill health, and partly due to the personality he already had previously, and that his ill health had exaggerated.
What really got to me though was when she suddenly began to exhibit all the signs of illness that my Dad had shown in his final years, right down to the coughing and spluttering. Her eyes began to bulge just like his had done, and she needed a drink of water to continue. I could see that her eyes by now were streaming with tears, and it was like looking straight into my Father's sickly eyes as they had been prior to his death. I have to admit it did shake me up quite a bit, but in a good way, and I left a changed, and convinced person, although I never did get the cat, (she later told me she was never any good with animals, and it is true many Mediums aren't).
It was a number of years before I went to a Medium again, but when I did it was preceded by a number of other key events.
Firstly my Husband Dave and I were in the lounge watching TV one afternoon when I accidentally flicked on to the programme, "Crossing Over with John Edward". Seeing immediately it was a Psychic Medium Show I left it on, and before you knew it we were both hooked completely. It became a daily event, and if my Husband was at work I would video it for him to watch when he got home. I even videoed it for my family back in Guernsey, filling up tape after tape and posting them back to them to watch as they didn't have Sky.
What convinced me about John Edward were a number of factors such as:
1) The fact he frequently offered information that could never have been researched, or picked up by hidden microphones, as often even the individuals didn't know the information until they phoned relatives from the set, or at a later date.
2) He would quickly tell people to shut up if they tried to offer information to him, as he said it would invalidate what he said to them if they felt they may have inadvertently given him the information earlier.
3) That quite often it wasn't the audience who got the reading, it could just as easily be a camera man, a studio technician or someone in the production team not even on set. There was even instances where those people said they had lost someone, but deliberately not mentioned it in case John ever got a message for them. They needed to know it was genuine too.
4) The fact he did 'blind' readings for people hidden behind screens, and was still amazingly accurate not even knowing who he was reading.
5) That on occasion he brought through animals, including a llama, not to mention people's personal pets, offering great detail as to how they died and where they were now. On one occasion he even told a woman he had a "small white, virtually hairless dog, blind in one eye, and with a name similar to a breakfast cereal". To say she looked confused was an understatement, but when she later phoned her Mum it turned out her Grandmother had owned a dog, perfectly fitting this description and called 'Popsicle'. This woman hadn't even known about this dog until she saw John Edward.
6) I read all of John Edward's books, and quickly felt a sense of comfortable belief in his abilites. Call it an instinct, but when you read his books you simply 'know' he is the 'real deal' and not some faker after a quick buck. I highly recommend any recently bereaved person to buy his books, as they were rivetting reading for me, and all of them I read in no more than two sittings.
7) Then there was the time after 9/11 when the producers wanted him to do readings for the people who had lost loved ones in the Twin Towers. John refused as he felt it was too traumatic and in bad taste for this to be used as a TV episode. The production team went behind his back and organised a studio audience full of people who had lost loved ones in the 9/11 tragedy. John walked into the studio, and said he was overwhelmed instantly with a sense of terrible grief and misery, not to mention the knowledge of why these peole were there, and he refused to do the show, plus being furious with the team for setting him up after his refusal to do such an episode. He has since done individual readings on his shows for 9/11 families, but only because their family member has come through on one of his regular shows.
It was only around six months after we began watching John Edward that my Husband Dave was diagnosed with terminal bowel cancer. To this day I believe we were guided to watch John Edward for a reason, and that reason was to prepare us for what was to come in the near future, and so we would both cope with it better.
When Dave was in the hospital for the two weeks after his diagnosis, and shortly before his death, my only comfort was coming home for a few hours during the day, and watching the latest episode of 'Crossing Over with John Edward'. This is mostly what kept me strong and allowed me to keep going. I am certain it helped Dave to deal with being told he only had weeks to live, as his first words when told were, 'Well, when your time's up, it's up'.
After Dave died, I used to sit in the lounge in the dark by my Wiccan Altar with candles lit, and ask him to send me a sign he was okay. It was only a few days after he died that I first did this, and in spite of the fact my candle was in a glass sided, draft proof lantern, the flame immediately stretched up from being an inch or so high, to being about 4 inches high. Excited I said, 'If that is you Dave make the flame go smaller' at which point it shrunk back to normal size. I spent the next ten minutes asking Dave to make the flame go 'taller' and 'shorter', and each time it did exactly as I asked. I was so relieved I woke up my sister who was staying with me to tell her that I had received the sign I needed to know Dave was okay.
Now Dave's family never approved of Psychic Mediums, in fact they were very religious, and even when I tried to tell them why I watched John Edward they had said it was still 'evil'. My argument was that 'what on earth does any evil devil etc get out of people who have lost loved ones being comforted?' There seemed little for evil to gain, plus the well known change made to the Bible by King James that reworded the text from, 'Thou shalt not consort with evil spirits', to being, 'Thou shalt not consort with spirits', a change that to the best of my knowledge has never been corrected yet. I never did convince them!
Some weeks later my kindly sister offered to pay for me to have a telephone reading with a well renowned Psychic called 'Marjorie Kite', (sadly recently deceased). She didn't tell her why she was booking me in for the reading, or who I had lost, or what relation if any, I was to her. The reading totally amazed me and left me emotional and tearful in a great way.
Marjorie told me all about my late Husband, and how he had limp on his right leg, (absolutely correct as he had broken his ankle badly in a car accident a year before he died, leaving him with a permanent limp). She told me all about how he a large bi-coloured dog with him, around the size of a German Shepherd. This was especially interesting as we had lost our Doberman about 18 months earlier, and I had once said to Dave, 'If ever you die before me please come back through a medium and let me know Odin is with you'. I believe he did this.
She gave me the name of 'Steve', which turned out to be the next man I lived with and got engaged to, although it didn't work out (thank goodness! See my Hub http://hubpages.com/hub/My-Ex-was-a-Control-Freak ).
Marjorie even mentioned a relative of my Mum's called 'Edie', which is a pretty unusual name today.
In addition to this she mentioned that I had resized my Husband's picture for some reason. This too was true, as I had used an excellent picture of him for the front of the funeral brochure, and had shrunk it down using my computer, by about 75% to allow it to fit on the front of the brochure.
She even mentioned how I talked to his picture, and how he liked that. This was accurate, and I still do it to this day.
Her description of our farmhouse kitchen was mindblowingly accurate, and she even told me that not only was it 'L' shaped, but that we had a piece of furniture over to the right as you entered the kitchen. She said there were papers in this piece of furniture that Dave wanted me to look at. After the call I went and emptied the cupboard in the sideboard we had in the kitchen, and I found the original copy of the newspaper with a photo of our wedding in it and details of where we had gone on our honeymoon.
There was lots of other information she gave me, with very few things that were hard to place. I came off the phone with a huge sense of comfort and relief.
It was some time later that I was living in Tenerife and I got my next message from Dave, albeit brief.
I was in a bar where my much older boyfriend at the time was singing. Whilst waiting for him to come off stage I got talking to a youngish couple. It was whilst her boyfriend was at the bar buying a round of drinks I mentioned to his girlfriend that I was widowed, that was it, no details, no names, no other information at all. The bar was quite noisy, what with the music and all, but as soon as her boyfriend returned with the drinks, he said to me, 'Who's Dave?' Needless to say I nearly fell over with shock, and told him Dave had been my late Husband. He went on to tell me Dave knew I had been through a hard time and his family had treated me badly, (this too was very true as his elder Son had stolen a car and a camcorder from me after his Dad died, claiming his Dad would be proud of him for his actions). This chap told me Dave was always around me. The girlfriend told me not to be shocked, as apparently this happened to her boyfriend regularly. They never asked for, or expected, payment of any kind, in fact they bought me a drink. My boyfriend at the time, (a true cynic), was not impressed as I had been chatting whilst he was singing, apparently when I should have been gazing adoringly at him in true groupie fashion as he expected. He told me they were simply con artists, although never could explain how they gained out of what they had told me.
Much later, after I split up with the psycho ex-boyfriend, I used to see signs Dave was around me. These usually took the form of his original taxi call number '51'. Whenever I was down or depressed, or needed to make an important decision, inevitably I would see a car number plate, or a reference on TV that had the number '51' included in it. When I met my current Husband and was unsure if he was right for me, I saw a car number plate that said '51 GO' as part of the number. I found this a sure sign Dave wanted me to 'go for it'. This plate was particularly unusual for Guernsey as we don't have letters on our plates at all, only numerals. This car was English, and this made it doubly amazing. I must emphasise this is only one of many examples I could use of when the number '51' has appeared in appropriate circumstances.
One of the more recent events that I found comforting, was when my Sister went to a Psychic Medium in the UK herself, ironically the very same Medium I had gone to years earlier upon hers and my late Husband's recommendations. She didn't say anything about me as she was there for her own personal reasons, but who came through as a part of her reading was my late Husband Dave. He said that he was truly ashamed of how his Son had treated me after he had died, and that I had been wonderful to him and he loved me very much. My Sister has all of this reading on tape, and she never told this lady that her Sister had been widowed or any surnames, and even if she had, our surnames are of course now different.
And so, I am now completely convinced of "Life After Death", I am no longer scared of dying, and I cope far better with losing loved ones and pets than I ever could have done previously.
To those who feel Psychic Mediums are 'evil', please explain to me what any 'evil' power such as the 'so called Devil', can gain from the bereaved being comforted. I still feel the Church is threatened by the power of Mediums, as they offer the proof of everlasting life that the Church cannot, (other than quoting from a book). I also find it totally abhorrent that the Church appears to teach that animals have no souls, and therefore do not move on to any afterlife. Why not I have to ask? After all, most animals appear to be far more moral than most people, and certainly show far more respect for the planet they inhabit.
To those who doubt the authenticity of Mediums, agreed, there are many frauds out there making money from the bereaved, but explain to me how the 'good mediums', in circumstances as I have quoted, give the facts they do with few mistakes and no clues.
A good Medium has a gift, given by some higher power. If they use this gift to help people they should be appreciated. If they get paid for this service, well why not? After all, anyone with a skill they use for their work gets paid for it, and they have bills to pay just like the rest of us. If they had to do a full time job as well, they would have less time to help the people who need them.