Like most of us, I occasionally wondered about the afterlife but never focused my attention on it. It wasn’t until my son, Christopher, was killed in a motorcycle accident in 2006 that my urge to know was born. In the midst of a fetal position, wailing in grief, I heard the call from spirit: “Get up. Look up. Reach out. Connect with me mom…”
Recently, a friend on Facebook revealed her crippling phobia of ghosts. Being the prankster I am, I told her to relax and sent a video to cheer her up—security footage of a poltergeist at a high school in Cork, Ireland. The footage hasn’t been verified as real, so I won’t be submitting it to the skeptics as final proof of ghosts; however, the school’s administration contends it’s legitimate.
Few experiences are as transformative as a beyond-the-shadow-of-a-doubt contact with a parallel dimension (otherwise known as “the other side” or the “afterlife”). Those people who appear to have gone mad and embraced ideas you’d never comprehend about life after death usually arrived at such a point after an unprecedented encounter with the beyond.