“Death is no more than passing from one room into another. But there’s a difference for me, you know. Because in that other room I shall be able to see.”
~ Helen Keller
Hello, friends. Welcome to my Wednesday series on Death and Dying.
This week, I’ll kick off the series by discussing some of my own first experiences of death. I’m choosing to start here because I see life and death quite differently to many people – and I always have. Perhaps this is because I am a psychic, and was born this way. Some of my knowing though, has happened by witnessing events that have thrown traditional views of life and death out the window – because these events have not supported the traditional views, and yet they happened. These events support my belief that life and the place that is beyond this current life we are living is something complex and beautiful. I believe that we continue to exist beyond this life. And I know that love goes on forever.
We’re all going to die. Some of us soon. Some of us not for years. But none of us are getting out of this world alive. Death’s something we will all know, for our loved ones and for ourselves. I hope you find these experiences I share comforting.
When I was a very small child I found life very confusing.
I thought that we were all dead, actually. Or asleep. Trapped in a dream. Living in a fish bowl. Life didn’t seem quite real. I kept trying to make sense of it. Each night I went to bed and expected that I would wake up back in my proper place. My real life.
Instead, each morning I would wake up and here I was. Still ‘alive’. But not the life that I remembered. The only comforting thing for me was that I also remembered other snippets of dreams (or being dead?) where I was living in a different time, and a different place, with mostly different people. I had several fragments of other dreams I had lived. They were as clear to me as movies, and the details never changed. In one of them I lived in a grand two-storey house made of stone, near an old castle. There was a big circular driveway for the carriages, and stables down behind the household gardens where all the horses lived. I had loved that place so much. I’d been very happy there.
There was another place, or may it was the same place, where upside-down coracles were used as buildings. I remember walking to see them in the fields, and the wind being cold and sharp. I knew the word ‘coracle’ and I knew that it was a boat. Some funny people put their boats upside down and turned them into houses. I told my mum this and drew her a picture, but she told me I was being silly. Then she told me only fairies would live in a house like that, because it was imaginary. Fairies were imaginary too, my mum said. She’d only believed in them when she was little. Eventually I stopped sharing my ‘silly stories’.
I knew, deep in my bones, that adults talking about death and being dead were wrong. Especially the ones who were frightened of death, or who believed that when you died there was nothing. That you just ceased to exist. No, I thought. That’s when you wake up again. That’s when you are home.
These are strange thoughts for a child who has not yet gone to school, or watched television, or read books about bigger concepts of the world. Or gone to church.
As an adult I have met other ‘strange children’ who have strong memories of previous lives or other times and places. You can click on the links to read the full story of each one.
There was the baby who kept staring at me in a cafe. He and his parents were strangers, and I’d never spoken to them. This baby communicated psychically with me, and I was overwhelmed with a series of images of two very young boys – twins – on a farm. There was an accident with a gun and one boy died. That boy had now ‘come back’ as a baby to be with his brother. I shared the information with the father, who -after initially being very angry with me – confirmed all of my information. It was emotional and traumatic, but when the information was shared both the baby and the father became deeply peaceful.
Then there was the little girl, Beth, who insisted that her mother bring her to see me. I had ‘seen’ this little girl before she was born, as a bright bubble of light in her mum’s aura. Beth’s mum had major fertility issues and had not expected to become pregnant, but then she did and Beth was born. I’d never met Beth, but she knew me straight away. And she had news. Her brother William was coming to be born too. Her brother who was always being her brother. Of course, some time later he did come.
Kevin was a normal little boy until somewhere around the age of five, when he began screaming every time the family car drove under a long overpass or entered a tunnel. The first time this happened his hysteria was so severe that he actually passed out and needed to be taken to hospital. His mum brought him to see me after drugs and psychotherapy had failed to take away this little boy’s terror of tunnels. This wasn’t the only strange thing though. Kevin remembered very clearly being called ‘John’ and having another family with a different mummy. He also remembered how he had died in a previous life. A tunnel had collapsed during the London bombings when he was a little boy. His family had taken shelter there during an air raid. Kevin’s mum researched the things that Kevin told us during their session with me, and they checked out. Kevin had to be telling the truth. He was only five. How could he have made all of that up?
I have too many other stories to list here, but I’ll include one more. An adult this time, who contacted me after his sudden death, in order to save his daughter’s life. If death were a final ending, how could this happen? How could he contact me? How could what he told me save his child? The story is too long to recount here, but you can read all the details at this link: The Power of a Father’s Love
Thanks for reading. Next week I’ll be talking about how to care for and be with people who are at the end stage of their life. If you have any questions you’d like me to cover in this series, please contact me here on the blog or at firstname.lastname@example.org
Holding you in my thoughts, prayers and meditations, Nicole <3 xx
8 thoughts on “Some Early Reflections on Death”
I really enjoyed this post. I find these stories very reassuring and could read many, many more!
This was such a comfort to read Nicole. Thank you so much for sharing your stories and your gift.
I don’t know why, but I could read these stories all day long, I just love them so much.
I really loved this post. I’ve read countless books on children’s past life stories, NDE’s and so much else. When I was 7 I started taking myself and the neighbor children to Sunday School and church. My mother said there was no God so why would I do that. I looked at her funny and asked why didn’t she remember where she came from. I did. I remembered the life between lives. I agree with everything you have said here. I may not be psychic, but I KNOW things sometimes. No explanation why I know it, just that I do. I’m going to read these stories further shortly. I wish you would write them all into a book for publishing sometime. I sat with my parents and a mother-in-law in their passing. An hour after my mother stopped breathing, she started to glow and a smile came to her face. My sister saw it too. This woman who did not believe in God was welcomed home and was happy. I use that term “God” loosely as it’s not what most people think. I also think this is kind of a dream state.
Thank you for this post, I so liked it, death is something on my mind lately as my nanna is close to death, she just hanging in there but for how much longer I don’t know
Are you able to visit her, Joanne? I know that your nanna will be just fine, as we all are when we cross from this life into wherever it is we go next. Holding her hand, sitting with her, or thinking of her and sending love to her in your thoughts – all of these things help. It always gave me comfort too, knowing that my grandparents were going back to crowds of people who’d gone before them and who loved them as much as I did. Hugs and love to you <3 xx