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| After his release from hospital, Bill came to our small North Hollywood apartment for dinner. But he and Mary had a disagreement shortly after and we didn't see him again until he fell ill about eight months later. He was back in the hospital, but this time it was very serious. When we went to see him, he was in intensive care. He had a breathing tube in his throat and, although conscious, was unable to speak or otherwise communicate. Before we left the room I leaned over to him, looked in his eyes and said, 'We'll be back.' He was clearly distressed, which I put down to his physical condition. He died that evening before we could visit him again. A couple of days later, Mary and I went to his small apartment in Burbank to box up his few possessions. We were there for an hour or so, had loaded the car and were just preparing to leave when I had to use the bathroom. As soon as I went in the room, I felt a strong presence. The air seemed suffused with brightness and my skin began to feel prickly. I left the bathroom and closed the door behind me. At that moment, the energy presence I had felt in the bathroom became very intense and I was frozen to the spot. Suddenly, I felt a hand on the back of my neck pushing my head down. My attention was instantly riveted to a small, otherwise unnoticeable drawer near the floor. I knelt down and opened the drawer. In it was a lone object; a passbook for a bank account containing Bill's life savings with Mary as a co-signatory. Since he had not made a will and had not told us about the bankbook, it seems he wanted to be absolutely sure that she received the money. I had never had any prior thoughts about the existence of a life after physical death, but this was very convincing. Bill not only clearly still existed, but he was able to have an effect on me in order that his intent to help his child could be fulfilled. It was an extraordinary, undeniable and profoundly affecting experience. Tim E. http://www.beyondreligion.com |
| angels, miracles, after death visitations, grief therapy |
| A Touch from Beyond I was living in Los Angeles in 1982 with my girlfriend, Mary, when she took me to meet her seventy-two-year-old father for the first time. Her dad, Bill, a life long heavy smoker, was in the hospital due to complications from emphysema. Bill and I instantly got along with each other. Mary's dad later told her that he liked me, and she said that I was the only boyfriend he had met who he had immediately taken to. I was pleased. |
