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  I do not believe that anyone who wishes to be embraced by the light is ever turned away.

  We, of course, do have that choice. Each of us—even, I believe, those whom we might judge evil or bad. For if a bad person seeks to go toward the light, then he seeks forgiveness, he seeks to learn of truth. If he did not, he would not see the light, would be blind to it. But when an evil person chooses the light, the suffering and pain that he has inflicted on others is nothing compared to his own suffering and pain, which is tenfold. For when he stands in the light, that light forces him to see, to recognize, his own wizened soul … his own mean spirit.

  There are those who believe that if you commit suicide, you go to a dark place. I do not agree. If those suicides need the light, they will be shown the way. The only dark place is within them. My experience shows me that even they, those who have been so confused while on the earth plane, will be taken, by angels, God's messengers, into the light. When I talk to them, those unfortunates who have been so muddled, they often tell me of their new environment, of their learning and of their growth, which is not always easy for them.

  I have spoken with many in the spirit world who, prior to their passing, did not believe in an afterlife, who believed instead that being dead meant no more life— no more anything. Each time, I hear them express their surprise and delight upon discovering survival after death.

  Anyone, everyone, can, if they choose, go to a good place. There are no doors that stay closed—no barriers, except those we choose to erect ourselves. There are no heavenly judgments, only the judgments that we ourselves must make as we look at the kind of life we have led, the kind of person we are. Each soul judges its own self. If a soul wishes, it can refuse the light and, closing its eyes against the world, will find itself in a dark place of its own making. As if donning a shroud, it will wander through dark passages and nightmare places, haunted by its own thoughts, lost and alone. But the shadows of the soul are its own and are there only because the soul chooses it to be this way.

  And how do I, the medium, see?

  With every part of my being. Sometimes as if I am looking at a distance. Sometimes so near that I can reach out easily and touch people.

  And what do I, the medium, see?

  I see people. Not spirits: people. For when we leave the earth plane, we take with us the etheric body, the same size and shape as the physical self. The etheric body, indestructible, becomes the vehicle by which we continue our journey.

  And how do I, the medium, sense?

  By becoming more sensitive. By “tuning” in. I send out my thoughts. They are received. Those in the spirit world respond, send their thoughts out to me. We communicate.

  And how do I, the medium, feel?

  I feel them draw close to me. I feel … sense … their emotions. Thought waves bounce back and forth. It is a two-way process. Their thoughts touch me, some knowing part of me. I become as one with them.

  And how do I, the medium, touch?

  I talk to my guide. Grey Eagle places his hand on my shoulder. There is real pressure there. His hand strokes my cheek. I feel the sensation. I place my hand over his. I touch him. I watch, as often, when communicating, someone from the spirit world will touch… place a hand on a shoulder. Stroke someone's hair or cheek. Brush away tears. I watch as those in the spirit world embrace my clients in this way. I see them touching us.

  And how do I, the medium, hear?

  Sometimes in just the same way that I would hear someone “living.” Sometimes I hear… through my skin … sound waves … seeming to seep through my skin.

  And what of my emotions, I, the medium, and what of how I feel?

  My emotions bubble and ferment. My sensitivity making it impossible for me to remain passive and untouched. I feel sadness and pain, and oh, such deep, deep sorrow. But I feel happy, and I laugh a lot. It is impossible not to, for there is oh so very, very much joy.

  I talk to so many people in the spirit world, so many different races. There is, unlike our world, no language barrier between them, no communication problem that cannot be overcome. My work is so varied. I have worked with the police. With priests and with ministers of the church. With the rich and with the poor. With the famous and with the unknown. And all are known. And all are known. For God sees all. He sees the living and the living "dead."

  And I, the medium, find great joy in what I do. For I understand, truly, that we are all known. That we are all “God's children.

  PART III

  Case Book

  In my work as a medium I realize that, more often than not, the small and seemingly insignificant details give the most powerful proof of life after death. Those small details make each person's life different from that of their neighbor. And it is usually these details that give the most startling evidence of survival to friends and loved ones.

  The following ten stories comprising this case book are examples of how—sometimes in a complex, sometimes too simple, but oh so clever way—those in the spirit world show us that they are alive.

  When I first began my work as a medium, I explored every and any explanation I could think of that might dispute spiritualism. Never once did I doubt God, nor did I ever doubt the existence of another world, a world I knew one day I would be part of. But I did doubt myself and my abilities to make contact with those who had already passed on to that world.

  In all honesty I cannot say, during the early days of my development, that thoughts of the possibility of mind reading didn't enter my own head. Of course they did!

  When searching for the truth about life after death, or life after life, as I prefer to think of it, it is necessary to distinguish between the real and the unreal. To be able to determine what information is right and what is not right.

  These stories leave no doubt.

  Jelly Babies

  Mr. Dearest sat patiently, waiting for his session with me to begin. Within seconds I saw a man from the spirit world, about five feet nine inches tall, a little on the stout side, in his early sixties. He told me that his name was Alfred and that he was Mr. Dearest's father. With the help of Grey Eagle, he explained that he had passed over as a result of a massive heart attack, and that although his passing seemed very sudden, he had had heart problems for some years prior to this.

  Mr. Dearest was very close to his father and was overjoyed at this information. But just when I thought that things were going well, I was given a message from Alfred to give to his son. It was a message so strange that I thought I must have mistaken what I heard.

  I asked Alfred to repeat the message, and laughing at me, he said it again.

  I looked to Grey Eagle again, then I exclaimed, “Oh, Alfred, I can't say that! Your son will think I'm crackers!

  “No, he won't. Just tell him what I said.

  I looked again at Grey Eagle, who was nodding and smiling, reassuring me that I had heard correctly.

  I went back to Alfred. “Are you sure?” I asked.

  He laughed again. “Just say it,” he said.

  So I did.

  Mr. Dearest listened intently as I gave the message: “Jelly Babies.” He nearly fell out of his chair in astonishment. The message from his father could not have been more simple, clear … or effective.

  Later, after we had finished the sitting, Mr. Dearest told me the significance of “Jelly Babies.” He explained that when he was a young boy, his father, Alfred, used to take him everywhere with him, and in his pocket he always carried a packet of Jelly Babies.

  Alfred was hooked on them.

  As he grew older, my client also developed a passion for these sweets, so much so that ever since his teenage years he too always carried a packet with him wherever he went.

  Look here, said Mr. Dearest, and pulling a packet from his pocket he offered me a Jelly Baby!

  Martha

  There are many stories I could recount which illustrate that what a medium does is not mind reading, but rather a kind of telepathic correspondence similar t
o mind reading, applied to bridge the void that divides our world from that of the spirit world.

  In this book there is room for just one, and it concerns a young man in his mid- to late twenties whom I will call Colin.

  The main reason Colin came to me was that he hoped I would be able to make contact with his girlfriend, who had been killed tragically in a car accident. She was only twenty-three years old when she passed, and she and Colin had been making their wedding plans.

  He wasn't at all sure that he believed in life after death but felt that he would not be able to rest easily until he had given his girlfriend the opportunity to make some contact with him … if, that is, she had really survived.

  In Colins mind he had decided that if there was such a possibility as survival after death, he would get his proof in the way he wanted it.

  However, it didn't work out at all in the way he hoped or thought it would. In fact, I don't think it had even occurred to him that the proof he sought might just come in another way.

  With no trouble at all and with no hesitation, my visitor came through from spirit. A rather stunning lady in appearance, she wore a long gray dress and a straw boater with a black headband perched on her head, and in her hand she held a small book.

  In a clear voice she spoke to me: “My name is Martha, and I am related to Colin mother.

  Everything I saw and heard was so distinct, and confidently I relayed this information to Colin.

  Imagine, then, my surprise when he said in a voice that portrayed his disbelief, “I know no such person as the one you have described. In fact,” he continued, “I know with absolute certainty that there has never been anyone in our family by the name of Martha. And definitely no one wearing a long gray dress and a staw boater"

  I looked back to Martha, who, hearing what this young man had said, just smiled a serenely knowing smile, one that spoke of patience.

  Tell him again,” she said, “and don't worry if he doesn't understand you, he'll learn.

  I told him again, but again Colin was adamant that if there had ever been such a person in his family, he would have known about her.

  He was obviously deeply disappointed at the appearance of Martha, as he had made up his mind that if anyone should make contact from the next world, it would be his girlfriend.

  Colin was now firmly convinced that I was a fake, so it was difficult trying to explain to him that we don't always know many of the people who come through from spirit to talk to us. Gradually, however, his disappointment and disbelief turned to amazement as I began relaying messages from Martha concerning Colins family.

  Martha was particularly explicit about his mother and his mother's family, giving such startling evidence about them that it was clear, even to Colin, that she knew the family very well.

  At one point we discussed Colin's job, and chuckling, Martha said, “Tell him how smart I think he looks in his uniform,” and before I had a chance to repeat what she had said, Martha showed me a picture of Colin wearing a naval jacket and—dare I say it?—a funny hat.

  Poor Colin. When I told him all of this, he was amazed. Everything that Martha had said he understood. The information he had been given was so accurate that he could not deny the evidence of his own ears.

  So how did it work? How could I, a stranger, tell him not only about himself, but about the people around him—and with such accuracy?

  These were questions that he now had to ask.

  Finally the sitting was over. Colin switched off the tape recorder and only then told me, and nearly in tears, how the visit to me was for the sole purpose of getting in touch with his girlfriend.

  All I could say to him was that it was not up to me as a medium to decide who the communicators would be, but I tried to assure him that what he had been given must be what he needed.

  He was a little angry at that and said quite firmly that he knew better than I that his need to talk to his girlfriend was much greater than his need to talk to a woman he had never even heard of—a woman, in fact, whom he doubted had ever even existed.

  I, too, was upset when Colin left, feeling his hurt and disappointment. “Had I missed something, some small but important detail?” I asked Grey Eagle. He assured me that I had not and that everything would work out well, but still I was unhappy. I should have had more faith.

  A few hours after Colin left the phone rang, and his voice came on the line.

  Rosemary, I must see you. Its desperately important.

  After leaving me, Colin had gone straight to his parents’ house, and they had all listened as he played the tape recording of his session with me.

  His mother, shaking with excitement, had raced up the stairs and a short while later returned, carrying a very old photograph album.

  Colin watched, his heart thumping wildly, as his mother thumbed through the pages. Then, with a look of triumph on her face, she pointed to one particular photograph. Colin hardly dared to look. There, smiling up at him from this dusty old photograph, was a lady, short and plump, wearing a long gray dress and a straw boater on her head with … yes … a black band around it!

  Colin's mother, with tears in her eyes, looked at her son, and in a voice full of emotion, she said, “That lady is my grandmother. She died, Colin, before you were born, and her name … her name is Martha!

  Had Colin, at that time, been given evidence of his girlfriend's passing and her subsequent survival, I am sure that he would initially have been overjoyed.

  But because he was such a doubting Thomas, he may eventually have come to the conclusion that the evidence he had been given was perhaps nothing more than mind reading.

  His great-grandmother Martha had come through unexpectedly, determined to prove, and in a way that would be impossible to dispute, that there really is such a thing as life after life.

  Elizabeth

  Having read Colin's story, you might assume that all those in the spirit world who wish to make contact through a medium find it as easy as Martha, Colin's great-grandmother, did. And for many it is that way. But there are those who struggle for one reason or another, as this next story will show.

  It was 1982.I was on my own and struggling to survive. I had been left with no money, enormous debts totaling thousands of pounds, and a house I couldn't afford to run. Every penny I could earn counted, as it literally meant, for Samantha and me, the difference between eating and not eating.

  Cash was something I needed desperately at this time, and although it would be nice to think that spiritual wealth is the only important thing in life, unfortunately this just isn't so.

  We live in a material world, in which we all have to earn money, one way or another, to pay our bills, to feed and clothe us and our families.

  Mick knew this, and so he arranged for a group of people to meet, ten in all, for what he called a “clairvoyant party.

  He didn't tell me about it until all the arrangements had been made, and at first I was angry and refused to do it. But when he mentioned that I would be paid a small fee … well, I was sunk. I needed the money.

  Mick had known what a desperate state my finances were in, and this was his way of putting a little cash in my pocket.

  The “party” was held one evening in the home of Elizabeth. I was nervous and on edge. I didn't like the idea of working this way, able to give only fifteen minutes of my time to each person.

  Mick had come with me and suggested that we all join together in prayer before I began. We joined hands, and as Mick prayed everyone bowed heads—well, everyone but me, that is. I took the opportunity to study my potential clients.

  But as I watched, I had a vision: garland upon garland of tiny rosebuds began to appear all around the room, strung across the walls in long loops. They decorated the room in the most beautiful way, and they were a gorgeous shade of pink.

  It was by no means the first time that Grey Eagle had given me strength and encouragement in this way. In fact, I remember one time I was very unhappy about a patient of
mine, Margery, who had died of cancer. I could not help wishing that I had done more for her, although what more I could have done I did not know. As I was pondering on this one day, I became aware of a bright light shining out to the left of me, and as I looked toward it I saw the prettiest sight: masses of pansies, such lovely flowers, the markings on the petals looking so much like faces. They all seemed to be smiling at me as they waved about in the breeze. As soon as I saw them I was reassured and smiled, knowing instantly that this vision was given to me by my guide so that I would know Margery was safe and happy, for you see, pansies were her favorite flower.

  So it was, as in a vision, I saw those tiny pink rosebuds in such a spectacle of color that I felt a reassurance and immediately became less nervous. What a lovely way Grey Eagle had chosen to let me know that he was with me! It never occurred to me that there might be another reason for the gift of flowers.

  Despite my apprehension and misgivings about the evening, everything went well. I sat in the dining room, and one by one the ladies came to me for their sittings. For every one of them, evidence of survival after death was overwhelming.

  It is always a pleasure for me to make communication links such as these. Over and over again I listen to the evidence from those in the spirit world, not only of their survival after death, but of their constant and continuing interest in the people they have left behind. Help and advice is given on so many subjects, even the most trivial—advice that is always valuable, whether it has to do with business, health, children, education, or affairs of the heart; advice made even more precious because it comes from those in the spirit world, who see so much more clearly than we, who are so easily blinded by emotions.

  It is also possible for those in the spirit world to see farther ahead than we can, and so they are able to give help and advice, concerning the future. And part of my pleasure comes from being able to help set people on the right track, of watching as enlightenment dawns with the knowledge that not one of us is alone and without aid of one kind or another. Even when the outlook for the future is not so good, those in the spirit world are able to give good and sound advice that will often ease a situation, giving strength and hope that the bad times will not last forever.