Is There Really Life After Death?

Moving from one dimension to another…

There has been so much talk about life after death lately. I caught just a short blurb on CNN news this morning about a doctor  who shared his experiences in a near death experience. He said he had always been Christian in name only, but this experience helped him relate to a more spiritual understanding. (Many people these days are opening up to a broader understanding of life and death that is not limited to religion.) He witnessed a revelation of warmth and love that he felt could only be the Divine.

The way I recognize the process of life after death at this time, as my spirit guides have given me, is that the White Light that one sees during a near death experience is similar to what everyone has when they are in the process of passing, which the physical body and brain understand. At this point, there may be a turn around response, and the spirit does not detach from the body. The person returns to the living.

But when the body truly “gives up the ghost,” the spirit completely detaches from the body, and makes the full transition called death, then a full life review and clearing takes place. This completes the passing process.

I thought it would be great to share a passage of my book Psychic Integrity, The Respected Practice of Modern Day Mystics. It is posted in the book’s blog called “Psychics, Mystics and Integrity”.

Click here for the link to that post. I know you can relate to it. Please share any of your comments,  or stories of near death experience.

Blessings until next time..M Psychic Integrity

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Surviving Death: Is There Really Life After Death?

Do you believe there is life after death? Or do you believe that once your body dies, that’s all there is?

There have been way too many historical and antidotal experiences to deny death survival. But that is what this documentary is all about: The Debate.

BJ Barretta, producer and filmmaker, has put this age-old discussion into documentary format. And let me tell you… he has brought all the heavy hitters in for the discussion! “Surviving Death: A Paranormal Debate” includes British paranormal guru and ghosthunter Richard Felix, psychic medium Michael Tottey, the guys on The PSI Show, including Dan Sturges, Loyd Auerbach, parapsychologist and professor at Atlantic University, and The Reverend Father Jerry Wooton (Holy Trinity Catholic Church, Gainesville, VA). What a lineup!

Paranormal experiences are explored from scientific, parapsychological, theological, and entertainment points of view. Soooo…….

Why not join the conversation???!! I already have!

There is a Discussion Forum on the main website: Surviving Death: A Paranormal Debate Just click on the link and scroll to the bottom of the page. There are several topics listed and I am sure you’ll enjoy the lively discussion!

Being a psychic medium, I have my own point of view. And I have evidence that no one can talk me out of. What about you?

Ghosts and Spirits: What’s the Difference?

After being a spirit medium for over 30 years, I’ve had a chance to understand the process of spirit leaving the body at death. Some think this is scary and paranormal, but there could be nothing more normal than our true story as Spirits being Humans.

The fact that I can communicate with the spirits might be strange and spooky to some people. But when you have a loved one that has passed away, you want to know if they are alright. So, who you gonna call?

I’ll be giving a lecture Sharonville Ohio Convention Center at the Victory of Light Expo[ http://www.victoryoflight.com] this weekend. [Saturday and Sunday, April 21-22, 2012]. My lecture is called Discarnetes, Ghosts and Hauntings . It is on Sunday at 2:00pm in Room B. The last time I gave this lecture, I had a really excited group of attendees (75-80). They were all sitting on the edge of their chairs, and were full of questions too!

Here’s just a short sample of what I’ll be speaking about this weekend:

Spirits are our loved ones or other beings that have lived on the earth, but are now in the spirit world. They have gone through the entire process of evolving into what we understand as full transformation.

A ghost, on the other hand, is a lost spirit that has not fully embraced the transformation into the spirit world. It remains attached to earthly things or people in an attempt to re-assimilate.

Earthbound spirits are believed to be the spirits of deceased people who remain tied to the earth for a variety of reasons. Religious sects claim that all spirits are of the devil and are here to perform trickery, and lead people down the wrong path, but others declare that as we pass from this life, our sprit can remain earthbound.

It is unclear whether earthbound spirits can see and hear the world around them. Some are able to interact with the living, but many require the assistance of a psychic or medium to communicate.

Reasons for remaining earthbound vary, probably due to the life circumstances at the time of death. It is believed that the majority of earthbound spirits remain out of choice. Some may be confused souls seeking assistance in reaching the afterlife or have unfinished business that they feel must be completed before passing to the next realm.

Here are some reasons spirits remain earthbound:

1. Refusal to accept death

2. Waiting for…

3. Guardianship

~~~sorry! Can’t give it all away! If you want more, come on out to the Expo. If you are interested in ordering a DVD of my last lecture, please send me an email and I’ll connect with you. psychicintegrity@gmail.com

Blessings to you.

http://www.MelissaLeath.com

A Child’s Near Death Experience

This story was forwarded to me through email. I almost didn’t read it. But I’m glad I did.

You might not believe the story. I choose to believe it as real. I know these things happen. My experiences with people over the years proves to me that there is life after death, as well as near death experiences. And my connections with today’s children only strengthen my belief in this type of situation. I share it with you now:

DAD’ S STORY

On July 22nd I was in route to Washington , DC , for a business trip. It was all so very ordinary, until we landed in Denver for a plane change. As I collected my belongings from the overhead bin, an announcement was made for Mr. Lloyd Glenn to see the United Customer Service Representative immediately.

I thought nothing of it until I reached the door to leave the plane and I heard a gentleman asking every male if he were Mr. Glenn. At this point I knew something was wrong and my heart sunk.

When I got off the plane, a solemn-faced young man came toward me and said, “Mr.Glenn, there is an emergency at your home . I do not know what the emergency is, or who is involved, but I will take you to the phone so you can call the hospital.”

My heart was now pounding, but the will to be calm took over. Woodenly, I followed this stranger to the distant telephone where I called the number he gave me for the Mission Hospital . My call was put through to the trauma center where I learned that my three-year-old son had been trapped underneath the automatic garage door for several minutes and that when my wife had found him he was dead. CPR had been performed by a neighbor, who is a doctor, and the paramedics had continued the treatment as Brian was transported to the hospital.

By the time of my call, Brian was revived and they believed he would live, but they did not know how much damage had been done to his brain, nor to his heart. They explained that the door had completely closed on his little sternum right over his heart. He had been severely crushed. After speaking with the medical staff, my wife sounded worried but not hysterical, and I took comfort in her calmness.

The return flight seemed to last forever, but finally I arrived at the hospital six hours after the garage door had come down. When I walked into the intensive care unit, nothing could have prepared me to see my little son laying so still on a great big bed with tubes and monitors everywhere. He was on a respirator. I glanced at my wife who stood and tried to give me a reassuring smile. It all seemed like a terrible dream. I was filled-in with the details and given a guarded prognosis. Brian was going to live, and the preliminary tests indicated that his heart was OK, two miracles in and of themselves. But only time would tell if his brain received any damage.

Throughout the seemingly endless hours, my wife was calm. She felt that Brian would eventually be all right. I hung on to her words and faith like a lifeline. All that night and the next day Brian remained unconscious. It seemed like forever since I had left for my business trip the day before.

Finally at two o’clock that afternoon, our son regained consciousness and sat up uttering the most beautiful words I have ever heard spoken.. He said, “Daddy hold me” and he reached for me with his little arms.

By the next day he was pronounced as having no neurological or physical deficits, and the story of his miraculous survival spread throughout the hospital. You cannot imagine, when we took Brian home, we felt a unique reverence for the life and love of our Heavenly Father that comes to those who brush death so closely.

In the days that followed, there was a special spirit about our home . Our two older children were much closer to their little brother. My wife and I were much closer to each other, and all of us were very close as a whole family. Life took on a less stressful pace. Perspective seemed to be more focused and balance much easier to gain and maintain. We felt deeply blessed. Our gratitude was truly profound.

The story is not over (smile)!

Almost a month later to the day of the accident, Brian awoke from his afternoon nap and said, “Sit down Mommy.. I have something to tell you.” At this time in his life, Brian usually spoke in small phrases, so to say a large sentence surprised my wife. She sat down with him on his bed, and he began his sacred and remarkable story.

“Do you remember when I got stuck under the garage door? Well, it was so heavy and it hurt really bad. I called to you but you couldn’t hear me. I started to cry, but then it hurt too bad. And then the ‘ birdies ‘ came.”

“The birdies?” my wife asked puzzled.

“Yes,” he replied. “The birdies made a whooshing sound and flew into the garage. They took care of me.”

“They did?”

“Yes,” he said. “One of the birdies came and got you. She came to tell you. “I got stuck under the door.” A sweet reverent feeling filled the room. The spirit was so strong and yet lighter than air. My wife realized that a three-year-old had no concept of death and spirits, so he was referring to the beings who came to him from beyond as “birdies” because they were up in the air like birds that fly. “What did the birdies look like?” she asked.

Brian answered, “They were so beautiful. They were dressed in white, all white. Some of them had green and white. But some of them had on just white.”

“Did they say anything?”

“Yes,” he answered. “They told me the baby would be all right.”

“The baby?” my wife asked confused.

Brian answered. “The baby laying on the garage floor.” He went on, “You came out and opened the garage door and ran to the baby. You told the baby to stay and not leave.”

My wife nearly collapsed upon hearing this, for she had indeed gone and knelt beside Brian’s body and seeing his crushed chest whispered, “Don’t leave us Brian, please stay if you can.” As she listened to Brian telling her the words she had spoken, she realized that the spirit had left his body and was looking down from above on this little lifeless form. “Then what happened?” she asked.

“We went on a trip,” he said, “far, far away.” He grew agitated trying to say the things he didn’t seem to have the words for. My wife tried to calm and comfort him, and let him know it would be okay. He struggled with wanting to tell something that obviously was very important to him, but finding the words was difficult.

“We flew so fast up in the air. They’re so pretty Mommy,” he added. “And there are lots and lots of birdies.” My wife was stunned. Into her mind the sweet comforting spirit enveloped her more soundly, but with an urgency she had never before known. Brian went on to tell her that the “birdies” had told him that he had to come back and tell everyone about the “birdies.” He said they brought him back to the house and that a big fire truck and an ambulance were there. A man was bringing the baby out on a white bed and tried to tell the man that the baby would be okay. The story went on for an hour.

He taught us that “birdies” were always with us, but we don’t see them because we look with our eyes and we don’t hear them because we listen with our ears. But they are always there, you can only see them in here (he put his hand over his heart). They whisper the things to help us to do what is right because they love us so much. Brian continued, stating, “I have a plan, Mommy. You have a plan.. Daddy has a plan. Everyone has a plan. We must all live our plan and keep our promises. The birdies help us to do that cause they love us so much.”

In the weeks that followed, he often came to us and told all, or part of it, again and again. Always the story remained the same. The details were never changed or out of order. A few times he added further bits of information and clarified the message he had already delivered. It never ceased to amaze us how he could tell such detail and speak beyond his ability when he talked about his birdies.

Everywhere he went, he told strangers about the “birdies.” Surprisingly, no one ever looked at him strangely when he did this. Rather, they always got a softened look on their face and smiled. Needless to say, we have not been the same ever since that day, and I pray we never will be.

Grief, and Spirit Evidence of Our Daughter’s Passing

Beaunet Genniere

Beaunet Genniere Leath

 February 14, 1974~~February 17, 2010

Our beautiful daughter, Beaunet, 36, passed from this earth just last month. She was diligent in eating a vegetarian style, only organic foods that were good for her. She spent time every day either doing Pilates exercises or walking. She loved life and acted like it. She did the things one is supposed to do to live a good, healthy life.

But around 10:30, on the morning of February 17, I got a call from the University Hospital in Tampa. “I’m calling for Melissa or Charles Leath.”

“Melissa, speaking.”

 ”We’re calling about a patient who came into emergency this morning in distress…” [what does that mean? ...distress?] I was puzzled.

“Yes?”

“She was brought in by the parametics.”

“What’s going on?”

“She died.”

Needless to say, this was not the most diplomatic way of delivering the news that your child has died, unexpectedly. Being 1000 miles away didn’t make it any better.

“NO! That’s not right. You’re wrong. That can’t be…” I was hysterical. Literally, hysterical. “She isn’t sick, she just was at a routine doctor’s appointment last week…there’s nothing wrong with her…I just talked to her last night!”

The nurse confirmed next of kin information she had in her hands. She confirmed Beaunet’s birthday (just three days earlier). It was her information. But it couldn’t be.

The story continues to unfold: Beaunet called 911 when she had problems breathing. It was around 7:00am when they got her to the hospital. She had unlocked the apartment door for them. But after they got her to the emergency room, she passed away. They worked on her for another hour. But could not revive her.

We didn’t know anything ahead of time. She didn’t call us when she felt bad. She did what she was supposed to do. She called 911. When they have you on the phone, they try to keep you on the phone to relay information to the paramedics as they are preparing on their trip to the emergency.

So she couldn’t call us. I feel badly that she didn’t have us there with her. Even if she called us, 1000 miles really keeps you apart from each other. There was no way we could do anything.

 But, still…I didn’t know anything. I couldn’t understand why she didn’t come to visit me in spirit. After all, I am a medium. I didn’t understand that at the time.

I was able to call my husband, Charles. He was out doing errands. “I need you to come home right now,” I said between sobs. “Just come home right now.” I had enough sense to know not to tell him on the phone.

As he came up the walk, I opened the door and let it out. “Beaunet’s dead!”

The next few hours are a blur. We walked around in circles, crying, sobbing, calling Beaunet’s name…not knowing what to do. I had to go to her. We had to go. We had to call people. We had to…?

As I cried out, “Beaunet…” I heard my dad, who passed away in 1980 say to me, “She’s here, I’ve got her.”

It was a double edged sword. Hearing my dad confirm it, made it too real. I felt worse. Horrified. But it also made me realize she was indeed alright in the spirit. And that loved ones were taking care of her. It was all so fast, so soon, so final. It hurt like a raw sore in the core of my stomach.

No one ever told me about the physical pain. Emotional pain is one thing. But it physically hurt. Just like she had been ripped from my stomach.

As Charles and I were holding each other, I cried out again…”Beaunet, no, I don’t want you to go.”

Immediately I heard her say, “But now I can sing with Michael Jackson!” Beaunet, like so many others her age, was a fan of Michael Jackson all her life. She dreamed of him, bought everything he ever recorded. But she was also pursuing a singing career. And to sing with Jackson would be the best thing ever!

These two statements from the spirit world, were evidence that she was in good company. She was totally aware and fully in spirit. They were good signs. If I had not been a medium, knowing about life after death, I might have not heard this information. It was comforting then as it is now.

But still…I wondered why I had not seen her after the death of the body. It puzzled me.

We flew down to Tampa immediately, arriving late in the evening. The next day were interviews with local officials, medical examiners (death was from a blood clot in the lungs), funeral director. Finally, on the second day, we were allowed to see her body.

This is something I insisted on. Maybe there was a huge mistake. Maybe she was still alive. Maybe this was really someone else. But most of all, if it was no mistake, I had to see my baby one last time.

As we walked into the parlor of the funeral home, there she was, on the table, covered with a lovely patchwork quilt. It was definitely Beaunet. No mistaking. Her color was still good. Her hair soft and sweet (she had just washed it the night before).

Her eyes and mouth were closed, of course. We saw such a relaxed and serene look on her face. We hugged her, we talked to her, we kissed her. All of a sudden, Charles said, “Look at her lips.”

Her lower lip had separated and her teeth were showing…It looked like a smile…like she had managed to physically move her mouth to show us she was fine. This is called physical phenomena. Then I looked up at a picture above her head. It was a huge field of iris flowers. I cried.

My main spirit guide is Iris. She always presents physical evidence for me when I need confirmation. Yes, my baby was fine. She was alright. I could finally let go.

And at that moment, I felt like Beaunet let go too. She let go of the body. She had been hovering around the body until we could get there. All could process now.

That is why I could not see her around me at the time of her death. She was attached to the body just enough, waiting for us to come to her. I could hear her thoughts and messages, but she was not ready to appear.

How wonderful Spirit is to help us through our grief, by bringing such confirming and consoling evidence. It would be so impossible to deal with if there were no way to understand the transition. But in Creator’s loving way, we have resolve.

The shock and pain is still there. If I did not know the things I do about life and passings, I think it would be unbearable. But now, we are able to work through our grief of losing the physical connection of our daughter. And look forward to the growing connection with her spirit in our lives.

“…For nothing loved is ever lost, and she was loved so much…”