More than half of widows say that they have seen, smelled, heard the voice of, or experienced a “sign” from someone who has died, according to a press release promoting a grieving presentation at the Rhine Research Center.
Massachusetts psychotherapist Beth Wechsler, MSW, will present A New Approach to Grieving – The Role of After-Death Communication (ADC) in Grief at the Stedman Auditorium Duke Center for Living Campus, Durham, NC, on August 20, 2010.
“This 90-minute presentation on the ADC experience will explain what is involved in recognizing and finding a talented medium and will also provide an introduction to Induced After Death Therapy.”
While contact with the dead is not embedded in our college textbooks yet, understanding the process from personal stories appears to be just that – a rather personal experience.
My own father passed away in 2001 two weeks after I had spent six weeks at his hospital bedside keeping him company while his body withered away. Even talking with the living about dying can be difficult. When it seemed he had lost much ground and would never recover, I approached the subject head on – telling him that if he wanted to give up, just could not go on, that it was okay to let go and pass into the spiritual world.
I still grieved two weeks later when I got the news that Dad finally did let go. With his funeral just days away, I loaded up my wife and daughter into the family minivan and headed onto the Indiana turnpike outside Chicago for Pennsylvania. But a bad snow storm stopped us in Indiana, and we opted to park the vehicle and board an Amtrak train. But something rather odd happened in an Indiana hotel room while we waited for the train to depart later that evening.
The reality was that Dad was on my mind, having spent so much time with him recently, but I felt as though he was speaking to me from the other side. Seemingly coming in very clearly, I was given a simple task.
I only needed a sheet of paper.
With paper in hand, I was told by this “inner” voice to tear the paper into strips, and then wait for the next step. After tearing the paper into strips, the voice asked me to pick up each strip, and tear it into postage-size pieces and toss each piece into a pile on the table. And so, I did this.
Then staring at the pile of little pieces of paper on the table, I wondered to myself what this could all possibly mean. Then the voice asked me to count the number of tiny little pieces of paper – with the final words – “and you will know it’s me.”
So I counted the pieces of paper, and guess what? The total number added up to my father’s age upon death.
Did Dad just do that, or had my imagination gone wild?
More information about the Rhine Center class is here.