As a medium I’m often asked to prove that life goes on after physical death. But what proof can I offer? I have many, many conversations about the contact I have with my Spirit Guides & the other beings who step forward to give me information. A lot of those conversations take the form of messages in readings or spiritual churches & centres. The rule of thumb is to give ‘evidence’ that life continues after physical death; that our loved ones are still there; and, that they wish to talk to us. Some would argue that ‘evidence’ is not proof beyond a reasonable doubt. Yet I never feel it’s my task to prove anything to anyone.
I have always been an open minded sceptic. Around about 9 years old I started to question the religion I was brought up in. By 13 I knew it had little to offer me – mainly because I didn’t want to be either of the female role models it offered me as life choices. Although I remember on one occasion listening to an old style ‘hell fire & damnation’ preacher tell us we were all going straight to hell unless we believed & supported our church. The fear I was supposed to feel didn’t happen. I think at that point in my life hell sounded a lot more attractive than heaven because what you had to do to get in there was all the stuff normal teenagers want to do anyway! So my thoughts about an afterlife were mostly to hope that there wasn’t one except if it was going to be more broad minded than my religion.
Throughout my 20’s & 30’s I searched across religions for something that I could feel gave me a sense of the afterlife. In those years I did a lot of past life work & experienced for myself some interesting events that hinted much more at the continuance of a non physical part of me even past my death. Yet at the same time my analytical brain refused to join in with my searching heart to agree there was evidence of the afterlife. I returned again & again to psychology, psychiatry & plenty of vox pop sources which were definite that life after death was a comfort blanket for a mind not ready to accept that this was all the life we get.
I was at war. My thoughts vs my feelings. I really had a yearning to believe. Yet the logical part of me refused. And everything remained unresolved despite my own experience of touching heaven in my late 30’s. However, I’m nothing if not fair so in my 40’s I started to let my feelings lead me in discovering if there could ever be evidence that there was somewhere/when that we progressed to after out body was no longer fit for purpose. As always this became a philosophical project! I read & read & read everything that crossed my path about views concerning the afterlife. It’s amazing how much has been written through out the ages to try to explain the spark that makes us more than a clay overcoat – the bit that is greater than impulses, hormones, patterning of behaviour. The spark that seems to go away when the physical body just stops working.
And the range of explanations about what happens to that spark is vast too. Not just religious explanations but scientific, philosophical & cultural explanations. After what seems to have been years of following the intellectual path for understanding I started to experience a sense of connection. Connection to what & how & why became my next puzzle. That is when I followed my feelings at last, gave up on the mind as the way to explain & began experiencing with a fully open mind as to what it all might mean.
I feel we all end up following this process eventually. Perhaps it is because I’m in the second half of my life. Perhaps it’s because I’m a parent. Perhaps it’s because what I was feeling seemed to come from completely outside my range of previous experiences. But I could sense other beings – see, hear, feel the touch or emotions of, smell & taste. And most perplexing of all, I just knew. The feeling of ‘knowing’ it wasn’t me is so hard to pin down & easily dismissed yet it continued to happen that thoughts, feelings, information that were not mine regularly appeared within my mind.
What to make of this? This was personal experience that couldn’t be dismissed. I wasn’t trying to fool myself for any reason. Nor was I vulnerable & needing to believe in any way. Over a long period of contact with my Spirit Guides I have come to accept what I have experienced as valid evidence for me that we don’t die. It’s not intended to prove anything to me. Rather it is an experience I choose to enjoy & trust. My loved ones are really around me all the time & I find that awe inspiring. So I work now to speak out the evidence for others. Not as proof positive but as a prompt to ask each person to challenge what they believe in a positive way. To ask everyone to expand their view of life & be open to the idea that we might not have the full picture & need to remain curious. If anything, when I am asked to ‘prove’ there is an afterlife I would ask that proof be provided that there isn’t.