The following is a life death extract from the surveys completed for my Higher Degree dissertation at Monash University in Australia.
My mother and I had an agreement that when she died she would try and communicate to me what death was like (assuming of course that consciousness continued, as we believed it did). I, in return would try to communicate with her via a deliberate and conscious OBE. I knew this was a possibility because I had experience in exteriorising consciousness and had already had, what seemed to me to be a very successful ‘visit’ to say goodbye to a friend of mine who was killed in a cycle accident.
My mother and I had a VERY strong telepathic connection, to the point that I could see her with my eyes shut, virtually all the time. The image was usually black and white but if she wanted to talk or was in distress the image was technicoloured and came to life. (Interestingly, several precognitive dreams, which I refused at the time to recognise, occurred in the two weeks prior to her death).
Two months after her death I had the following dream: I saw a light flickering and thought something was burning. I got out of bed and walked to the bathroom, Mum was standing at the bottom of the stairs. I said, “Mum! Mum! Mum!”. She smiled. I asked her what it was like ‘there’. She said, “There is thought and there is music”. ” And love?”, I enquired. “Yes, love”, she said, ” then one day it’s your turn to come back. You do this two or three times.” I went back to my room and I heard Mum say, “Tell … it will be alright.” Here the dream ended.
In a second I was sitting looking out of the back window of an old car. I turned around and there was Mum in the driver’s seat. She looked in her twenties with her hair in a 1940’s style. It was like being in an old film or photograph. I flung my arms round her and told her how much I loved her. Her voice was very quiet, I couldn’t make out what she was saying, but I asked her how she was, and listening very hard, heard her say, “I’m fine”. I asked her what it was like being dead and she said, “It’s exciting”. I then clicked back into body and normal consciousness mode.
I made myself a cup of tea and wrote the incident down in my journal and got into bed. I was wide awake and thinking about my mother when I was overwhelmed by one of the most curious and disturbing things that have ever happened to me. I knew absolutely that at some level, I was my mother, ridiculous though that might sound. It felt as though I had been possessed, but her ‘vibration’ was quite different from my own. I was still me but I was also her. It was very alarming and would not stop. I decided that the only thing to do was go to sleep and hope that I would be ‘in sole occupancy’ in the morning. I’m pleased to say, I was.
It occurred to me later that it may have been her equivalent of getting on the phone to say “We’ve done it!” I really don’t know but it’s possible the OBE had increased my telepathic sensitivity to uncomfortable levels. I continued to see my mothers image clearly, occasionally in colour, for maybe eighteen months, and I still do sometimes, three years on, though the image has gradually faded is never in colour now.
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Have you entered into a pact with a loved one to communicate with them after one of you dies? A friend of mine has. She is still alive but the other person has passed.
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Does it seem like a farcical idea or a good one? What sort of arrangement would you establish before you die? Can you share any of the plans you have made for the after life communication?