OF COURSE REINCARNATION IS REAL

When someone passes over, I prefer this term to death, it is only the physical human body that perishes, the person's mind still exists, with all the personality and foibles that made that person who they are, their character. Everything on earth and in 'heaven' has a vibration, an energy, mediums have the ability to 'tune in' to this vibration and interpret ate it; a bit like turning the tuning dial on a radio to locate a station. After all each radio station has its own wave length and by turning the tuning dial we locate another channel. We know that sound waves exist, we cannot see them, but we know they are there for when we turn on the TV or radio, they are responsible for enabling us to watch and listen to our favourite program. This is exactly what a medium is, we have been gifted this 'tuning dial' that is all.

Of course reincarnation is real I have long believed it, not in the sense that some religions believe that we will come back as other species, but we reincarnate as other humans. There have been too many cases around the world for many decades to simply dismiss it. In my belief as a Spiritualist Medium I know we incarnate many times each time progressing to become more spiritual. 

Before we chose and yes CHOSE! to be incarnated on Earth, we all made our own blueprint of what experiences and lessons we wished to learn. Some of those lessons would not be pleasant but necessary for us to truly understand, compassion, humility and empathy with others. However if we kept the memory clear in our minds, obviously being human we would avoid unpleasant situations, so our memories of our blue print is dulled to our subconscious. Along our life's journey we will meet like minded souls, we will feel rapport with them sometimes other times we will come across the total opposite, some will be part of the blue print to help us achieve the lesson WE OURSELVES planned.

Often we incarnate in the same soul groups, the soul is neither male nor female, and we choose which sex we will be to experience life and views from that perspective. Sometimes in that soul group we may be the father of the son who was the father in the last incarnation to experience life from both sides to gain empathy and understanding. We tend to incarnate in groups so that we learn from one another, and the power of this in action is that we are often drawn to particular people in our lives here. We are often drawn to these souls, on meeting these people we instantly feel a bond, not necessarily of physical attraction, but we feel some sort of unseen force bond at work, for we had planned this meeting before we came here, and we recognise one another on a subconscious level. Remember though it is up to us whether we choose whether to go through the experience, but generally if we delay the process, we will often have to relive these experiences at a later date or another life, for we know instinctively what is best for us. We choose to do this because we have a common goal we wish to grow closer to God and the Universe.

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Reincarnation 'is REAL as consciousness is contained in the UNIVERSE after death'

REINCARNATION is possible as consciousness is simply energy which is contained in our bodies and is released after death and can find a new host, according to an astonishing theory.

By SEAN MARTIN FROM THE DAILY EXPRESS

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Dr Jim Tucker set out to prove that reincarnation is real

Dr Jim Tucker spent 15 years interviewing young children who came to have been reincarnated.

For his book, Life After Life: A Scientific Investigation of Children's Memories of Previous Lives, Dr Tucker interviewed 2,500 youngsters who show signs that they have been reincarnated – such as having memories that they had never experienced or having scars or birthmarks identical to the person that that they have supposedly been reincarnated from.

The psychiatrist from the University of Virginia says that reincarnation is possible thanks to consciousness being energy on a quantum, sub atomic level which is simply contained in our bodies, and not a part of them.

Exactly what consciousness remains a mystery to scientists, with researchers struggling to pin down exactly what it is.

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Scientists are still unsure as to what exactly consciousness is

According to some well-respected scientists, quantum mechanics allows consciousness to live on following the body’s eventual demise.

Dr Robert Lanza coined the phrase ‘biocentrism’ which is a theory that the consciousness is released into the universe through sub-atomic particles after death.

Dr Tucker has adapted this theory, and says that this stream of energy can find a new host.Speaking to NPR, he said: “Some leading scientists in the past, like Max Planck, who's the father of quantum theory, said that he viewed consciousness as fundamental and that matter was derived from it. 

“So in that case, it would mean that consciousness would not necessarily be dependent on a physical brain in order to survive, and could continue after the physical brain and after the body dies. 

“In these cases, it seems - at least, on the face of it - that a consciousness has then become attached to a new brain, and has shown up as past life memories.”

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Consciousness can find a new host after death

One of the people he interviewed was a young boy named James Leninger who was “the son of a Christian couple in Louisiana”.

The young boy, who was two years old at the time, was obsessed with his toy planes, and eventually started having nightmares where he was in a plane crash.

Dr Tucker continued: “During the day, he talked about this plane crash and said that he had been a pilot, and that he had flown off of a boat. 

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Some scientists state that consciousness remains in the universe after death

“And his dad asked him the name of it, and he said Natoma. And he said he had been shot down by the Japanese; that he had been killed at Iwo Jima; and that he had a friend on the boat named Jack Larsen. 

“Well, it turns out that there was an aircraft carrier called the USS Natoma Bay that was stationed in the Pacific during World War II. In fact, it was involved in Iwo Jima. 

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MEMORIES OF HEAVEN

The Article below is from the Daily Mail and contains excerpts from the book below. Such stories are very common in my family with the latter additions to my family, my young granddaughters sharing their previous experiences. As a Medium, we chose our parents according to experiences we wish to learn and we tend to reincarnate in soul groups, where we take different roles in different lifetimes e.g. the parent one time and the child another etc. Some of the details young children give are so detailed it can't possibly be made up and many give so many facts that can be verified. As a child their memory of their prior existence is still fresh, however it is often lost as they grow up and experience their present lifetime. The book below contains accounts of previous lives by children whilst they are still fresh, read it with an open mind and you will be amazed.

 

The children who swear they've lived a previous life... and the details they give which are so astonishing they're hard to dismiss as make-believe

When she was three years old, a friend’s daughter announced that her real name was Joseph. 

At first, her parents thought this was comical, if also slightly puzzling.

But it became alarming as the girl, Sally, insisted she was a boy and that her parents, Anna and Richard, weren’t her real parents and their home city wasn’t her real home.

She was convinced that, as Joseph, she lived in a little house by the sea, with lots of brothers and sisters.

‘She seems so certain,’ Anna told me. 

‘Initially, we thought she was playing a make-believe game. 

But this isn’t imaginary — it’s almost as if she has memories of when she was a boy called Joseph. 

Memories Of Heaven: The book is compiled from letters and emails sent to motivational speaker Dr Wayne Dyer and his assistant Dee Garnes

She keeps asking to see the ships, and we’ve never taken her to the seaside in her life.’

It should be pointed out that Sally’s birth was almost a miracle — coming after her parents had been vainly trying for a child for years, undergoing a series of failed IVF treatments.

Whereas dad Richard was a no-nonsense chap who found this behaviour hard to take, mum Anna knew that their daughter wasn’t playing tricks. 

She felt strongly that Sally’s memories were, in some way, real.

The possible explanations — some kind of mental illness, reincarnation or ghostly possession — all seemed equally unnerving. 

But of her daughter’s truthfulness she had no doubt.

For her part, Sally was frustrated because the grown-ups didn’t take her seriously.

We advised Anna not to let Sally see that she was worried, and to wait and see what developed.

Sure enough, six weeks later the little girl had stopped talking about Joseph and the house by the sea, and seemed to have forgotten those ‘memories’.

I have a mother I remember, but it's not you 

Author Dr Wayne Dyer's daughter, Serena 

But I never forgot about it.

Earlier this year, a book appeared that set me thinking about what had happened.

Memories Of Heaven, by the motivational speaker Dr Wayne Dyer and his assistant Dee Garnes, collects dozens of similar stories — proving that, whatever the explanation, there was nothing unusual about Sally.

The book was compiled when Dr Dyer had been ill with leukaemia for years, and he died of a heart attack before it was published.

Certainly, there is often an annoying shortage of detail in the accounts, which are printed verbatim from letters and emails sent to him by readers.

But what the testimonies lack in background and research, they make up for with their apparent honesty.

These stories come from dozens of independent sources, yet often tell of phenomena so similar that they seem to be describing the same events.

One-off accounts of supernatural oddness, however convincing, can be dismissed as anomalies. 

But when scores of parents report the same experiences with their children, perhaps we should take notice.

Zibby Guest, from Chester, writes that her second son, Ronnie, was 16 months old when he started talking, and would often refer to his ‘other house’, where he was ‘a grown-up’ with another mummy and daddy.

And Susan Bowers, from the U.S., didn’t know whether to gasp or laugh when her three-year-old looked up from struggling with his shoelaces and grumbled: ‘I used to be a man before, but I guess I’ll have to learn how to do this again.’

Ann Marie Gonzalez, another American, was ‘a little freaked out’ when her daughter on her lap stopped singing in mid-song and asked if her mother remembered ‘the fire’. 

Ann Marie asked what she was talking about, and the little girl very slowly described a blaze that had killed both her parents and left her an orphan, living with her ‘Grandma Laura’.

Another small child, the youngest daughter of Heather Leigh Simpson in Indiana, couldn’t bear the sound of sirens. They reminded her of the awful day when men came and took her mother away, and never brought her back. 

When her puzzled mum pointed out that she was still there, her daughter said: ‘No, the mummy before you.’

Other accounts contain rather more detail.

A four-year-old American called Tristan, for example, was watching a Tom and Jerry cartoon on TV while his mother, Rachel Martin, was cooking. 

He wandered into the kitchen and asked her: ‘Do you remember, a long time ago, I used to cook in George Washington’s [the first U.S. president] kitchen? I was a kid.’

Humouring him, his mum asked if she had been there, too. 

He replied: ‘Yes. We were brown people. But later I died — I couldn’t breathe,’ and he gestured with his arms wrapped round his throat.

Intrigued, Rachel read up on George Washington and discovered that his cook, Hercules, had three children: Richmond, Evey and Delia. 

Discussing her findings with her son, he said he remembered Richmond and Evey but couldn’t think who Delia was.

The idea that these are memories of past lives is given some credence by the fact that children often describe dying, even though they might be too young to have learnt about death.

Take the story of Els Van Poppel and her 22-month-old son, Cairo. They were about to cross a road in Australia when Cairo said they should be careful ‘otherwise I’ll die again’.

Shocked, his mother listened as he added: ‘Remember when I was little and I fell and my head was on the road and the truck drove over it?’

Els is convinced Cairo had never seen anything so gruesome on TV, nor heard it discussed. Equally, she was sure he hadn’t dreamt about it.

Memories Of Heaven author Dr Dyer, himself a father of eight, had a similar experience.

There are dozens of stories in Dyer’s book, from a girl who remembered being a wartime soldier with a blue-eyed daughter and a swastika on an armband, to the boy who regularly recalled being an old man in a chair by the hearth, under a thatched roof

He says his daughter, Serena, often talked in an unidentified foreign language in her sleep. Once, she told her mother: ‘You are not my real mother. I have a real mother that I remember, but it’s not you.’

There are dozens of such stories in Dyer’s book, from a girl who remembered being a wartime soldier with a blue-eyed daughter and a swastika on an armband, to the boy who regularly recalled being an old man in a chair by the hearth, under a thatched roof.

Of course, most people reading such stories will say there is a simple, rational explanation. Perhaps the child has glimpsed something on TV, just for an instant, and that notion has been growing in the subconscious infant mind.

But much harder to explain are the recollections of past lives that match a child’s family history, with them seeming to know about relatives who died before they were born.

For example, Jody Amsberry became pregnant about two years after her mother suffered a late miscarriage. 

The stillborn child was named Nicole, and Jody decided that her own baby girl would be called Nicole.

When she was five, Nicole said to her mum: ‘Before I was in your tummy, I was in Granny’s tummy.’

Anna Kiely tells a similar story about a friend, whose first daughter died before she was a year old. 

Before I was in your tummy, I was in Granny's 

Jody Amsberry's daughter Nicole, aged 5

The woman was devastated, of course, and it was seven years before she had another baby.

The second time around, fearful of Fate, she was reluctant to do the same things she had done with her other child. 

She sang different lullabies, for example.

Yet, when her daughter was four and heard a song that her mother had sung to her dead sister but not to her, the child announced that she recognised it.

She said: ‘Mummy, you used to sing it to me.’

Similarly, Judy Knicely was dumbstruck when her three-year-old daughter announced that she used to be a boy, and that her grandmother had been her mother: ‘I was her little boy and I died when I was almost four.’ 

Sure enough, her grandmother had lost a son just before his fourth birthday.

Some of these stories involve a child claiming to be a much older relative. 

One woman reports how her two-year-old son twice told her that he used to be her father. 

Another was telling her two-year-old granddaughter about her own grandmother, who had brought her up and died 50 years earlier, when the little girl said: ‘I know, because I am her.’

Then there was Suzanne Robinson, who fell asleep, only to be woken by her three-year-old daughter smoothing her hair in a caring, maternal way and saying: ‘Don’t you remember? I used to be your mother.’

One fascinating implication of these apparent stories of reincarnation is that it does not happen at random. 

Such cases normally involve children claiming to be someone who was a family member in the past. 

This suggests that there is an element of choice in where they get reborn.

The theory is borne out by letters collected by Dr Dyer. 

Tina Mitchell in Blackpool, for example, writes vividly of a car journey she was making with her five-year-old, Mather, when he pointed to a cloud and said: ‘When I was zero, before I was born, I stood on a cloud like that with God, having fun.’

A few weeks later, he repeated the claim, adding: ‘When I was standing on the cloud, God told me to pick my mummy. 

'I looked down and saw mummies everywhere. They all wanted me to pick them, and they were all reaching for me. Then I saw you.

One mother says her daughter claims to remember sitting in a ‘ring of angels’, throwing a ball around the circle

‘You were alone and sad and you couldn’t find your little boy, and I knew I loved you and you loved me, so I told God that I wanted you.’

The fact is that his mother was single and alone at the time she adopted Mather, when he was just a few hours old.

Sometimes, such ‘memories’ of children choosing their parents stay with people all their lives. Judy Smith, who is now in her mid-70s, remembers telling her parents when she was three that she had picked them.

‘I was somewhere above the earth, looking down at a gathering of several pairs of people,’ she writes. 

‘I then heard a voice asking me which ones I wanted as my parents. I was told that whichever couple I chose would teach me what I needed to learn. I pointed to my parents and replied: “I’ll take them!”’

But such a ‘selection process’ is not always quick.

Chris Sawmiller’s four-year-old son, Lucas, complained to her: ‘Do you know how long I waited for you to be my mum? A long, long time!’

Lucas has told the story several times and always emphasises how long he waited. He says he made the right choice: ‘I picked you to be my mum because I love you so much.’

A similar story is told by Robert Rinne, whose five-year-old son told him and his wife that he had picked them to be his parents while he was in Heaven. 

Mum, when am I going to get my wings back? 

Susan Lovejoy's son Joseph, aged 5 

Apparently, he went through one door to inspect the mothers and fathers, and another to see who his siblings would be.

Sometimes the stories are agonisingly poignant.

Marie Birkett, of Southampton, had to terminate a pregnancy while she was being treated for back problems. 

Years later, after she eventually became a mother, her two-year-old daughter said: ‘Mummy, you sent me back the first time because you had a bad back, but I came back when your back was better.’

Descriptions of Heaven are blissfully childlike.

One mother says her daughter claims to remember sitting in a ‘ring of angels’, throwing a ball around the circle. 

Another claimed her son was adamant that Heaven was ‘all parks’.

The mother of a girl called Amy Rattigan had two miscarriages before giving birth to a sister for Amy. 

When that girl reached three, she told her mum that she ‘missed’ her unborn siblings because they had all played together in Heaven.

Often these games involved flying on angel wings.

Similarly, Sandra McGleish told Dr Dyer’s daughter that at night an angel would take her on ‘flights’ to see her grandfather, who had died ten years earlier. 

The old man was apparently growing yellow roses for his wife, who was still alive.

Wings, it seems, are what children miss most about Heaven.

For instance, Trina Lemberger’s grandson was snuggling up to her when he said sadly: ‘I’m forgetting how to fly.’

Meanwhile, after Susan Lovejoy’s five-year-old, Joseph, broke his arm trying to make a jump, he complained to his mum: ‘When am I going to get my wings back?’

She explained that only planes have wings and he sobbed pitifully, saying that God had told him that when he ‘returned’ to earth he would have his wings back.

Of course, all these stories may be childish fantasies. 

But as I read them, I thought about my friends’ daughter and those ‘memories’ of a life before this one, seemingly impossible yet so vivid and sure. 

And I found myself wondering whether it’s these children who know the truth — and we adults who have forgotten it.

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STORIES FROM THE AFTERLIFE

Article below is from the Daily Mail and similar to another article I pasted on here. Believe what you want for I won't push my beliefs onto anyone, but I will say if you are reading my webpage you must have some interest in the paranormal. When I do readings for clients I often have no contact with them what so ever. Someone will ask me for an email reading, a total stranger, and when I am given validation of the reading, explain to me how could I possibly know, I can't read body language, read their mind, I can't see them, haven't seen a photograph, can't hear their voice or have ever heard their voice for that matter. So how can I know about their relatives in spirit and about their lives? Until someone can come up with a rational explanation for this you have no right to criticise the people below and their experiences. I give survival evidence on a daily basis, I have seen spirit all my life from being a tiny child, just as my daughters and grandchildren also do. Are these small children telling complicated and fanciful lies? I don't think so, especially when a two year old's predictions come true.

 

Loved ones spoke to us from beyond the grave: Readers' spine-tingling stories will test the skepticism of anyone who doesn't believe in the spirit world 

• Novelist Jane Merrill Forrest didn't believe in seances and ghost stories
• However, a mysterious encounter with her dead brother changed her mind
• She told her story in the Daily Mail and we asked you to share yours
• Readers who were spoken to from beyond the grave responded in droves

Scoff at seances and ghost stories? Novelist Jane Merrill Forrest did, until - as she related in last Saturday's Daily Mail - a mysterious encounter with her dead brother changed her mind. We asked you to share your own experiences, and you responded in droves...

Yvonne Moreman's husband died after a long and happy marriage

After a long and happy marriage, my darling husband died. Five months later, I was sitting in my kitchen with the door to the hall open when the temperature in the bungalow suddenly dropped (it was a lovely, sunny day).

When I looked up, I could see an outline similar in size to my husband.

I spoke to him and told him how I loved him and missed him. After a short time, he put out his arms towards me... and then he disappeared, and the temperature in my home returned to normal.

I have never dismissed the thought of an afterlife, nor have I really believed in it, but I do know now that my beloved is waiting for me, so I have no fear of dying.

Yvonne Moreman

My husband Noel and I live in Northern Ireland. Noel used to be an engineer and is the most pragmatic, realistic man you could ever meet.

On July 31 last year, he came in from his shift after midnight and put his car keys on the bedside cabinet. At 3am, the keys flew across the room, waking us both, and I accused him of swiping them with his hand. He just said it wasn’t him, and that was that.

We were flying to London later that day. As I was driving to the airport, he kept telling me to watch my speed, mind that car, and was generally being irritating. Then he said: ‘We are going to be in a car crash today.’ At the airport, I gloated that I’d managed to get us there in one piece.

Catherine was involved in a car crash after her husband was visited by dead relatives

We landed at Heathrow at 5pm and got picked up by a friend. As I got into the middle of the back seat, I couldn’t find the belt buckle so I wasn’t going to bother. Noel insisted I dig it out and gave me ‘The Glare’.

Five minutes later, I shouted: ‘That guy hasn’t seen us!’ as another vehicle sped across the lanes.

The impact was fairly substantial. I dislocated my neck and pulled the cruciate ligament in my left knee. Noel fractured his sternum and three ribs. The Fire Brigade said that if I hadn’t been wearing my seatbelt, I would have been out through the windscreen.

Later on, in A&E, I asked Noel how he had known what would happen.

He told me that his recently deceased cousin Shane had thrown the keys, and that he was there with their grandmother. They had told him not to go to London as he would be in terrible pain. When I asked why he had still gone, Noel said that if he hadn’t, then I wouldn’t have worn a seatbelt and would probably have been killed.

If anyone else but Noel had come out with this story, then I would have laughed at it.

Catherine

Susan Jones' uncle was a Manchester United fan

My Uncle Don was a lovely, caring man, and, like most of the family, a Manchester United supporter.

When he died it was the week before Remembrance Day, and I visited the chapel of rest to say a last goodbye. Uncle Don was dressed in a black suit and tie with a white shirt, and it struck me how drab it all looked.

So I took the poppy I was wearing and pinned it to Uncle Don’s lapel. That looked much better. Then I kissed him on the cheek and left.

Fast forward two years and I was sitting watching Manchester United playing in a Champions League match on TV. There was only me in the room, but my son was upstairs watching the game.

The door to the hall was open and out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw my son standing there. I turned to speak but there was no one there — just a glow of light on the door.

This happened about four times over the next 20 minutes or so, until eventually I got up and shouted up to my son, asking him if he’d been down. He said he hadn’t. I returned to the lounge and continued to watch the game, still aware of the glow on the door.

There was a huge vase of silk poppies — my favourite flower — in the room. Suddenly, one of the poppy heads fell off the flowers and onto the floor. I was quite shocked as I was the only person in the room and I had not moved.

I rang my sister’s friend, who is a psychic medium, and she asked me whose anniversary was around that time. I said: ‘Uncle Don’s.’

Then she asked what I had given him in the chapel of rest. I was stunned, as it had been a poppy!

I ended the conversation and said: ‘Come in, Uncle Don, and watch the game.’ A few minutes later, when I turned round, the glow had gone from the door.

Susan Jones

Many years ago, my first wife and I had finished decorating our small flat in Greenwich, South London. The only item we were still searching for was a bedspread.

One Saturday morning, we visited the Harrods bedding department. Right there as we walked in was the absolute perfect bedspread at a cost of £80. This was 30 years ago, so heaven knows what the cost would be today.

A foreign sales assistant, possibly Italian, was so helpful in explaining what a lovely item it was, although she agreed ‘it was a lot of money’. She suggested that we go and have coffee upstairs and think about it, which we did.

We made the decision to purchase the bedspread but the assistant was nowhere to be seen. As she had been so helpful, we decided to return to the store a little later to give the same assistant the sale, in case she had been on commission.

On our return, there were two other sales assistants standing by the till in conversation. My wife and I asked them if ‘the Italian sales lady was available’.

To our astonishment, the reply was: ‘I’m really sorry to tell you, but she passed away a year ago to the day...and we were just talking about her.’

We never said anything but we did purchase the bedspread, which looked fabulous in our room.

The bedspread is long gone now. However, before it was disposed of a small piece was cut from the end and framed as a reminder of what happened.

I still have the item in my possession.

Paul Carugati

A GIFT FROM THE SON I LOST: 'ANDREW WANTED ME TO KNOW HE WAS SAFE'

An acquaintance arrived at Mary Martin's door with flowers

The death of my son Andrew at 21 was particularly difficult for me to bear. He was my only child — a Cambridge undergraduate, highly intelligent and gifted — and I had raised him mainly on my own.

Walking home from shopping some months after his death, I heard him say: ‘I’m going to remember Mother’s Day tomorrow.’ I can only describe this as a telepathic communication, and it was very clear.

I carried on home greatly uplifted. It was a wonderful moment I shall never forget.

The next day, I answered an unexpected ring at my door. A casual acquaintance was there with her arms full of flowers — daffodils, forsythia and pussy willow.

She told me that the flowers were not from her. She said that she was washing up the breakfast dishes when she heard Andrew say: ‘Take some flowers for Mum.’ These were picked from her garden. She told me that nothing like this had ever happened to her.

It had a profound and moving effect on us both. I’d not told anyone about the message the previous day. Neither did I know this lady very well. It was clear that Andrew wanted me to know he was safe.

Mary Martin

My mother passed away in November 1999. In December 2014, I went to a medium.

He asked me if I had lost my mother and who was the Gemini (which was her birth sign). He even named her — Jean.

Then he told me she had to get something off her chest that she was sorry she never told me, and it was about my other sibling.

I am 61 and an only child, but he was adamant that she said there was another sibling.

Family tree: After her mother died in November 1999, a medium told Pauline Holmes she had a sibling

Two days later, I contacted a cousin whom my mother lived with during the war. I asked if, when mum lived with her family, did she have a miscarriage, an abortion or even a baby.

The next words nearly blew me away. My cousin said how sad she was for my mum, and that she had given birth to a baby girl when she was about 19 years old, in 1942!

I stood in my dining room, so stunned and shocked. My cousin had seen the baby lying on a settee in her house. She had just come home with her brother from being evacuated and was told they were looking after it for someone.

A few days later, they took the baby to a house in Southampton where my mother handed the baby over. On their return, my mother was very distressed. My cousin said this is how she knew it was my mum’s child.

I looked on the internet and found a child born in 1942 with my mother’s maiden name, and went to my local register office to obtain a birth certificate. I was told the child had been adopted, which would have been true. There was no father named.

I have tried to trace this person, but have come to a dead end at the moment.

How could this medium know about this if my mother had not told him?

Pauline Holmes

My late husband Mike and I adored each other. We’d been together since I was 16 and he was 19, so imagine how devastated we were to learn he had mesothelioma (asbestos-related cancer).

Mike had worked as a ship’s draughtsman after his apprenticeship in the Fifties, when asbestos was everywhere on the ships.

I nursed Mike single-handed throughout his illness as I couldn’t bear the thought of being parted from him. He died very peacefully sitting next to me, holding my hand, in his favourite chair, four days after his 60th birthday.

I was heartbroken and, as I stroked his hair as he took his last breath, I said: ‘Promise you’ll always be with me, Mike.’ Today, I’m positive that he is.

A week after he died, I was trying to stick four tiles to the wall in the downstairs bathroom, because they’d fallen off. Often my eldest son, Steve, would call in to see me on his way to business meetings for a quick coffee and chat.

This particular morning, I was getting distressed as I couldn’t get the tiles to stick. I suddenly cried out loud: ‘Oh Mike, if only you were here you’d know what to do — and you’d be making me a cup of tea, wouldn’t you?’

Within a couple of minutes, I heard the sound of the kettle in the kitchen. I waited (still in the bathroom) until I heard it click off, then called out to my son: ‘Steve, will you make the tea and coffee please?’, thinking he had called in. 

There was no reply, so I got off my knees and went to the kitchen — but there was no one around and the back door was locked. I went over to the kettle, which was still steaming and scalding hot! The last time the kettle was used was for my breakfast at 7.30am — and it was now 11.15am.

I froze, but then a lovely warm feeling came over me. I said: ‘Is that you, Mike?’ and I bawled my eyes out. So yes, there is life after death. I’m so relieved because I know that I will see my beloved Mike again.

Donna Ayres has been haunted since her brother Paul died

Ann Ash

Patricia Foster chose a property with a balcony after receiving a message from her mother

In 2013, I was sitting at my computer wondering which of two properties to buy. One was overlooking a canal with a balcony, the other was totally different, but they were both nice.

As I was sitting there pondering, all of a sudden I heard an almighty crash behind me. Startled, I jumped up and looked behind me.

A large picture, which had been on the wall for ten years, had come crashing down. But it was intact and there was not a mark on it.

As I picked it up, I saw something written on it in small letters. It said: ‘On the balcony.’

I had bought this picture for my mum, who had lived with us but passed away in 2007. The picture was of two ladies on a balcony looking over a Parisian street.

That was good enough for me. I was definitely going to take the flat with the balcony. Thank you, Mum.

And after a couple of days unpacking, we put the picture on the wall right near the balcony.

I couldn’t believe it, the top of the balcony in the picture was the same colour and shape as the balcony outside my new flat.

All my family say it was definitely the best move I could have made.

Patricia Foster

IT ALL ADDS UP... NUMEROLOGIST STUNNED BY DEAD COUSIN'S MESSAGE

My cousin died suddenly and unexpectedly at the age of 60. A few days later, I was sitting in the kitchen writing my book. I’m a numerologist and I was writing about repeated digits such as 111, 222, 333 and so on.

Suddenly, I heard my cousin’s voice. He said: ‘Count the days.’ I didn’t understand what he meant and then he repeated: ‘Count the days.’ This time as he said it, I somehow understood that he wanted me to count how many days he had been alive.

Using the website timeanddate.com I entered his date of birth and his date of death. I was stunned when I saw the result.

He had lived for exactly 22,222 days!

Hilary Carter

My mum sadly passed away in 2006. I rang my daughters that evening and told them the news.

The next morning my eldest daughter texted me to say that my grandson, who was three at the time, had come into the room that morning, not knowing that Grey Nanny (his name for her) had died. He called me Nanny Bells.

He said: ‘Grey Nanny said that you must tell Nanny Bells that she isn’t to worry, as she is home now!’

Susie Roberts 

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ALSO FROM THE DAILY MAIL

 

Meet the son, 10, of Baptist parents who has baffled experts with his vivid and accurate accounts of a past life where he danced on Broadway and acted opposite Mae West

• Ryan, 10, a boy from Muskogee, Oklahoma with Baptist parents claims he has been reincarnated and was an actor and agent in a past life
• He claimed he was Marty Martin, who was in the Mae West film Night After Night and performed on Broadway, after seeing him in a movie still
• Ryan began seeing Dr. Jim Tucker soon after, a highly respected child psychiatrist who works with children who remember past lives
• Even Dr. Tucker was amazed by Ryan's story, and found that 55 of his details match perfectly with Martin's life
• What's more, Martin is such an obscure actor that there were no articles of pieces about him at all, and it took a film archivist to even learn his name
• Ryan also knew the year Martin was born, even though it was listed incorrectly on his public death certificate  

He has acted opposite Mae West, tripped the light fantastic on The Great White Way and even partied with Rita Hayworth, and now Ryan is sharing his stories about life during the Golden Age of Hollywood.

The only problem is that Ryan is a 10-year-old boy from Muskogee, Oklahoma who was born to Baptist parents, and this amazing life of his was a past life.

That being said, his vast amounts of knowledge, vivid recollections of the time and stunningly accurate descriptions of the era have convinced even experts that the young man may have in fact been 

Ryan (above with his mother) a 10-year-old boy from Muskogee, Oklahoma with Baptist parents claims he has been reincarnated and was an actor and agent in a past life

He believes he was Marty Martin (left), who was in the Mae West (right) film Night After Night and performed on Broadway

It all began when Ryan was just 4-years-old his mother Cyndi told Today, and he began having nightmares that neither she or her husband, a local police officer, could find a way to stop.

He would talk about his heart exploding and, more than anything, Hollywood, a place that was thousands of miles away from Oklahoma.

What's more, the reserved youngster would always speak in a matter-of-fact manner during these times. 

Then, after a year of this, he finally sat down his mom.
'He said "Mom, I have something I need to tell you,"' said Cyndi.
'I used to be somebody else.'

Having been raised Baptist, Cyndi did not believe in reincarnation or past lives, and decided to hide her son's admission from his father.

But she slowly became curious and then somewhat convinced the more her son spoke of Hollywood, his five marriages, lavish trips to Europe, his old homes and how all his acting clients kept changing their last names, so she decided to start doing some research on Hollywood during the studio era and shared some of the books she found at the local library with her son.

Then, one day, Ryan had a breakthrough when he saw a still from the from the 1932 movie Night After Night starring Mae West.

'That's me,' Ryan told his mother.

Ryan began seeing Dr. Jim Tucker (above) soon after he revealed his past life, a highly respected child psychiatrist who works with children who remember past lives, and does not think Ryan is not lying

Ryan also recalls parting with Rita Hayworth (above) when he was Martin

Ryan's father (center) is a local police officer and neither her nor his wife knew anything about old Hollywood

Ryan was pointing to an extra in the film, a man with no lines that they later learned was bit-actor turned agent Marty Martin.

That is when Cyndi decided Ryan should talk to someone, and the family found Dr. Jim Tucker, a highly respected child psychiatrist from the University of Virginia who has spent time talking with and studying children who claim to remember past lives.

And even he noted there was something very special, and different, about Ryan.

Most remarkable to Dr. Tucker, besides Ryan's incredible detail, was how accurate his claims matched up with the life of Martin, a virtual unknown who neither Ryan's family nor Dr. Tucker knew anything about, even his name, until they reached out to a film archivist.

The film archivist gave them the name, and they then contacted one of Martin's daughters to ask about his life.

That is when they discovered that 55 of Ryan's statements matched up perfectly with Martin's life - including the street he lived on, how many children he had, how many siblings he had and those aforementioned five marriages.

The most shocking claim however came when Ryan told Dr. Tucker during a session one day that he wondered why God had him die at 61-years-old only to be reincarnated as a baby.

This seemed to clash with Martin's death report, that stated he was 59 at the time he died.

That is until Dr. Tucker looked through old census reports and discovered that the certificate, and not Ryan, was incorrect.

The certificate claimed Martin was born in 1905 when in fact he had been born in 1903 according to the census.

And so, Martin was likely  61-years-old at the time of his death. 

Ryan now says his memories of Martin are starting to fade, and as for Dr. Tucker, he has compiled Ryan's story and other like it in his book Return To Life.

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