Mellen Thomas Benedict has some wonderful insights on after-death communications with departed loved ones through dreams and synchronicity.

I remember waking up one morning at home about 4:30 am, and I just knew that this was it. This was the day I was going to die. So I called a few friends and said goodbye. I woke up my hospice caretaker and told her. I had a private agreement with her that she would leave my dead body alone for six hours, since I had read that all kinds of interesting things happen when you die. I went back to sleep. The next thing I remember is the beginning of a typical near-death experience. Suddenly I was fully aware and I was standing up, but my body was in the bed. There was this darkness around me. Being out of my body was even more vivid than ordinary experience. It was so vivid that I could see every room in the house, I could see the top of the house, I could see around the house, I could see under the house.

There was this light shining. I turned toward the light. The light was very similar to what many other people have described in their near-death experiences. It was so magnificent. It is tangible; you can feel it. It is alluring; you want to go to it like you would want to go to your ideal mother's or father's arms.

As I began to move toward the light, I knew intuitively that if I went to the light, I would be dead.

So as I was moving toward the light I said, "Please wait a minute, just hold on a second here. I want to think about this; I would like to talk to you before I go." [Read More »]

Since losing my sister Robin last week, we've been discussing dreams from loved ones on the other side. Our favorite cousin Ray had a very strange, vivid and fun dream of Robin at the exact same time she crossed over. He's never had anything like that happen to him before and has been extremely moved by it. I said he should feel honored. It's a privilege to receive a 'visit'.

The first book I read about NDE (near-death experiences) was Betty J Eadie's Embraced By The Light. Extremely powerful and poignant.

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