In times of grief, fear or despair, haven't most of us asked: "is there really an afterlife?" When my mother became seriously ill in 1987, I sat on my back doorstep night after night and asked the universe that question. I doubted anyone was listening, yet strangely, my life began to change. Books and people mysteriously found their way to me. Sometimes, events occurred that I later recognized as paranormal, even though I initially dismissed them as such. Over the next 24 years, as I continued to search for evidence, my skeptical mind was regularly challenged. Slowly - and only when I was...
In times of grief, fear or despair, haven't most of us asked: "is there really an afterlife?" When my mother became seriously ill in 1987, I sat on my...
In times of grief, fear or despair, haven’t most of us asked:
“is there really an afterlife?”
When my mother became seriously ill in 1987, I sat on my back doorstep night after night and asked the universe that question. I doubted anyone was listening, yet strangely, my life began to change. Books and people mysteriously found their way to me. Sometimes, events occurred that I later recognized as paranormal, even though I initially dismissed them as such. Over the next 24 years, as I continued to search for evidence, my skeptical mind was...
In times of grief, fear or despair, haven’t most of us asked:
