For as long as I can remember, I have had a fascination with death, the deceased and the afterlife. There I was, just a young boy, seeing spirits and not knowing what on earth to make of it! In spite of the panic and fear I felt every time, I thought these experiences were “normal”- I mean, didn’t every kid at school see them too? Sadly, no, and even more frustrating was the fact that I couldn’t find the right words to explain the feeling, sensation inside me when it happened. My mother would simply tell me I had watched too many scary movies. After a while I started to accept her well-intentioned, rational explanations and these experiences eventually faded away.
Then my world ended at the age of 14 when I suffered what I thought at the time was a horrible tragedy. Little did I know it would lead me on my life’s journey. My mother and I had been living on opposite coasts when she passed away suddenly, and I was at a loss for words. Later that night I was awakened by my mother’s spirit. I can still remember opening my eyes and seeing the room illuminated with different colors of light. I thought I was dreaming at first, but soon realized that this was no dream. She told me she was all better and not to worry about her anymore. Over the next three years my fascination with her death and this experience compelled me to research it further and investigate “the other side.” READ MORE