An Angel By My Side: Amazing True Stories of the Afterlife

Our guides’ communications, like the contact from our loved ones, was real. The communication we were receiving was nothing like the scary experiences that others had with spirit boards. With each chat we needed a ‘medium’, one person who had the natural ability to bring through the messages; someone to keep control and act as the main channel for the information.

I discovered the reasons for my weird and paranormal experiences as a child were because I was a medium myself. One day the pointer spelled out, ‘Jacky you are a medium.’ My sister Di was also a medium, and others in the family also had psychic and spiritual gifts like healing. It explained a lot!

Of course, it didn’t always work. I remember frustration in the early days when two of us would sit down together to work the board, and nothing would happen at all. If Eric was about then we were fine. It seems this was more as a result of Eric’s own advanced communication skills than our own. But we did get better. In time we began to hear messages or ‘feel them’ before they were spelt out on the board. But we realized that the rituals we used for protection before and after using the board were always the most important thing of all. We had to stay safe.

Many people warn of the dangers of inviting unknown and mischievous spirits into your home, and although we were careful and this had never happened to us, there came a point when we decided it was time to stop – at least using the board with the frequency we were using it. Every problem was met with a call of ‘Let’s contact the spirits and ask them what they think.’ We were living our lives through the board rather than trying to live our lives by our own judgment.

It was a great adventure but the point had been made. The afterlife is real. Our loved ones don’t die. We are supported by loving spirit guides and angels. We have to live our own lives and learn our own lessons, and although we have more help than we ever realize, ultimately we have to work things through for ourselves. It was that simple. We had to learn our own lessons through our own life experiences, both good and bad.

Would I recommend using a spirit board or angel board as a means of communication? I guess we all have to decide what is right or wrong for us, but for the shortest time, I felt we had a glimpse into another world. One that I still visit on occasions using this same ‘door’.

It was time to move on to something new. How did other people experience contact from their loved ones in the afterlife? Did people believe in angels, and if so, how did they know they were real? Did angels work with children and animals, for example? The answer is yes.

I want to open up my case files for you. Thousands of stories hit my desk and most of them are completely fascinating. I never tire of hearing stories of how an angel intervened in someone’s life or how an angel saved a life. Our unseen guidance can make a life and change a life. Their visits make us see the world differently. There have been times when I have lain awake at night wondering what on earth life is about. Then there have been other nights when I have stared into the darkness and wondered what life was throwing at me. Why had I explored some of the things that I had? Why did I experience the phenomenon that I had?

I’ve had out of body experiences, angel visits, contact from loved ones and spontaneous past life recall … amongst other things. But that’s a whole other book!

Let’s journey through some very personal and real life experiences and investigate the phenomenon a little deeper. These stories have made me laugh, and sometimes cry. But with each there is hope, joy and deep, deep love. The Beatles had it right when they sang, ‘All you need is love!’ Because love, as they say, is all there is …

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The After Death Communication Phenomenon (ADC)

That life exists beyond death, to me there is no doubt … that science can explain the phenomenon, only time will tell.

Anon

If this sounds bizarre then I guess in a way it is. Can our loved ones contact us from a world after death? Can they communicate with us that they are alive and well, even though they are no longer part of this existence; no longer part of our world? My experience shows me that they can, and I’d like to share some amazing stories which back this up.

If you are just curious about the phenomenon, it might make you think, ‘Hang on, that happened to me once.’ You might be surprised! After a chat, people who originally said, ‘Well I’ve never heard of that’, often end up saying, ‘Actually, I had an experience like that once’, when they understand how the phenomenon works.

Some of what you are about to read is going to sound a little farfetched and unreal but trust me, everything in this book is true and every single experience is real. Your own beliefs may well have changed just a little bit by the end of the book, as mine did by the time I had read all the stories. What was once a hope and a dream is now complete reality for me.

Amazing experiences come to me from people of all religious backgrounds, and those with no religious belief at all. Old or young, it makes no difference. Do you believe in an afterlife or not? Your level of belief does not dictate how likely you are to have an afterlife communication experience. Children have some of the most memorable experiences of the lot. They have nothing to prove at all. Age and, indeed, disability are no barriers to love.

Does this story illustrate an afterlife? This lady emailed me a story relating to close family friends of hers.

Mum’s Still Here

‘A very dear female friend of mine died suddenly in 2001, leaving her distraught husband and two sons who were then aged eight and five. The older son, George, had a learning disability on the autistic spectrum of disorders and needed a lot of care. George doesn’t understand about road safety and other survival techniques we need in life, but even so, his communication skills are good. He was taught to “sign” before he could speak and so he actually “signs” whilst he is speaking.

‘Everyone who knew the family tried to pitch in and help after my friend passed. The younger boy, David, was tearful one night and was crying at bedtime and saying he missed his mum. His gran was hugging him and trying to comfort him when his older brother, George, amazed us by saying, “Mum hasn’t really gone anywhere, she talks to everyone but says they don’t ever listen, and you never listen to anyone, do you?”

‘Of course, David was even more upset by that! And he complained even more, “Why doesn’t she talk louder then … and why is she talking to you, and not me?”

‘George calmly explained, “All you have to do is say before you go to sleep, ‘Mum, I am listening and I miss you,’ and you will hear her.”

‘Their grandmother and I were astounded as their parents were not religious (their mother had even had a humanist burial service). As far as I know, neither child knew anything about the “afterlife” and had been taught to believe that this life was all there was. But the next day, David awoke with a big smile on his face and told his gran that during the night his mum had visited him. She had hugged him while he was asleep and had sung to him.

‘Well, Jacky, I have changed the names of these boys because their Dad doesn’t like the idea of an afterlife. He met a nice lady and remarried recently and is happy and the boys are too.

‘The boys are closer than most brothers. David says he will always look after George and make sure he crosses the road safely, and George says, “… not bloody likely!” But they do love each other and that much is clear. I think they are probably “soul mates” and destined to help each other throughout life.’

There are more amazing children’s stories later in the book.

This special story really touched my heart, and I share Freddie’s story in remembrance of his life, in his mother’s own words.

For the Love of Freddie

‘My name is Dee and I live in Kenya. I have felt compelled to write to you since reading your book An Angel Saved My Life. My own son died on 28 February of this year, very suddenly and unexpected; he was only twenty-two months old. His name was Freddie Musena, Musena meaning “Friend”. Freddie was born here in Africa, and my husband and I were able to give Freddie all the love and sunshine that anyone could have in a lifetime.

‘Freddie was born without all four limbs, in fact he didn’t have one joint, hip or shoulder in his body, groin or underarms. You may remember last year little Freddie was in the British newspapers a lot, because we were trying to obtain a visa for him to come to the UK for medical treatment and assessment, and possibly even limbs in the future. Because Freddie was Kenyan like my husband, and I am British it was very difficult getting the visa. This year, a day before his second birthday he had an appointment at Queen Mary’s hospital in London to be fitted with limbs, but very sadly, he never lived to make the appointment.

‘Freddie came to us at the age of ten days after a children’s officer came to see me. He explained that there was a baby in the hospital for his own safety. Some local people thought the baby should be killed due to his condition. In this area in particular, people are very superstitious about these things.

‘The instant that I heard of Freddie I wanted him, and the very next day I called the hospital. I took a step towards this very small, limbless baby, who was lying in a bed big enough for an adult, and my first thought was, “Can I do this,” and the next thought was of pure love for this beautiful child.

‘I brought him home and life began for all of us! In the short time that he was with us (we officially adopted him) he showed not only the communities here, but indeed all of Kenya that there is life after disability. His, “never say never” attitude was just amazing.

‘The day that he died we were on the way to the hospital with him. He was lying over my shoulder which is the place he loved to be. He somehow came right into my neck, and kissed it. I brought him down to look at him and he looked right back at me before he closed his eyes and passed away, just like that. It was so very peaceful but at the same time, a real shock, and very unexpected. That night as he lay in his cot, women from the community came round and we all sat around him. The women sang with amazing voices.

‘The next day he still looked perfect, just as if he were asleep, in the way he always slept. He looked just the same and it was hard to believe that he had died because he looked so healthy. Even his colour was the same.

‘From the first day that we brought Freddie home we used to place him on our veranda and he would look up and smile, sometimes getting really excited. Of course, we couldn’t see anything, so we used to say he was playing with the angels, which I now feel that he firmly was. After Freddie died, over 300 people attended his funeral which showed me that he and his disability had finally been accepted by the community.

‘The day after his funeral, we walked out onto the veranda. All around one of the bottom steps was a row of white feathers. At that time I knew nothing about the connection people have with white feathers and angels, in fact it was the film Forrest Gump I thought about, the part where the white feather floats down.

‘A few days later, I woke during the night to smell the most overpowering smell of lavender. I knew Freddie was there because I’d washed him in lavender soap gel before we buried him. Then later I found confirmation in one of your books about the smell of lavender and other flowers being another sign from the angels and those on the other side.

‘I have just returned from the UK where I was visiting my children there. They too were devastated over the death of their brother Freddie. While I was in the country I saw your book on a shelf and I bought it. I read it and then felt happiness, as I knew Freddie will never be alone, which was one of my great fears. I want him to still feel the love that we have for him, but I also want him never to be alone.

‘We have many children here. I have an orphanage and rescue centre, a school and clinic, and Freddie liked nothing more than to play with the children. The children loved him. They also knew him as a boy who loved all nature and flowers.

‘While I was in the UK my husband Sammy stayed in Kenya. One day, he took the flowers off Freddie’s grave. It was raining and he didn’t want them to spoil (some of them are silk). Freddie is buried very close to us under his favourite mango tree. Sammy moved the flowers at 6.30 pm but at 6 am the next day he went into the garden and was totally shocked to see the whole grave covered in fresh flowers. Sammy asked everyone if they had put flowers onto the grave, but no one knew anything about it. We are not sure if the flowers were from Freddie or the angels. Freddie’s grave is only four steps from our veranda and I am sure Sammy would have heard if anyone had been outside, so it was very strange.

‘Then, on another occasion, soon after his passing, we were watching television when the lights kept going on and off for maybe a second or two. The strange thing is that the TV and my computer were not affected at all, just the lights. We have many power cuts in Kenya and it is always my poor computer that suffers, except this time … nothing.

‘I was sitting at my computer looking at the screen saver three nights ago. It is a picture of Freddie, a very beautiful one of him smiling his most wonderful smile. I said to him as I used to always say, “Mammy loves you, do you love your mammy?” The printer went off, then on again all on its own. Jacky, I wasn’t even touching the computer, just talking to Freddie as I always do.

‘My daughter in England also had a special relationship with Freddie. On Saturday she sent me a text message from her car because she felt that she needed to tell me immediately about what had just happened to her. She was driving to a road junction where she stopped and happened to look up and see what she thought was snow. In fact, coming closer was a mass of white feathers which landed on her car. I thinkshe was in a bit of shock, but I told her it was lovely becauseFreddie was also looking after her.

‘The week after Freddie died we went to his church mass. I carried his bib with me and it was decorated with the words “I Love My Mummy”. I had placed the bib, along with his favourite t-shirt, in the zip-up side of my handbag, so that I could have them close to me in the church. After we got home, I put my bag away, leaving the t-shirt and the bib inside. The next morning I looked down at Freddie’s bed (which is close to ours), and neatly folded on the bed was the bib! I still have no idea how it got there. Strangely, I still had Freddie’s t-shirt in my handbag!

‘I was very angry when Freddie died because he was so happy and doing so much. But now I have to believe that he was sent to us on a mission, which he completed with great success. I am so happy that God gave us Freddie, and the chance to show everyone that a child born like Freddie is a blessing, and not something to be hidden away as if he were a curse.

‘Since Freddie died the Vice President of Kenya has announced that he wants a full census of all disabled people. That has never happened before. I would like to think that it’s through Freddie that this has happened. I used to welcome all media including television to visit us and do updates. The whole of Kenya knew who Freddie was, and what I was trying to do to help other disabled children here.