Episode 186: "I'm Still Me."

graduated high school. That must make me fifty eight, and it does. But inside I'm still me. Very hard to believe. I'm fifty eight years old, and whatever age you are, you probably feel the same way. You're still you. I'm still me. We look in the mirror, though we may look a little different. In fact, living in our bodies, there may be some aches and pains and things have changed. But we are still us, aren't we. I found this quote author unknown, but I'd like to read it to you.

I asked an elderly woman once what it was like to be old and to know that the majority of her life was behind her now. She told me that she has been the same age her entire life. She said, the voice inside of her head had never aged. She has always been the same girl, her mother's daughter. She had always wondered when she would grow up and be an old woman.

There's been physical mediums, trance mediums. What we see in the world right now is a lot of evidential mediums who will say, I've got your mom here. She used to make you raspberry pancakes every breakfast and you will say yes, right, So that's evidential mediums, trance mediums. Well, you've heard mister Eric, an old English voice speaking through a young man named Scott Milligan. You've heard him many

times on Shades of the Afterlife. But in time, in past, there were people that were trance mediums, but they would actually channel your loved ones. So what this would look like is the medium would be in front of you, eyes would be closed. It may sound like the medium's voice, but the words coming through would be from your loved one.

This kind of mediumship is very, very very rare. In fact, when you think of the movie Ghost and you think of Whoopi Goldberg, she was channeling Patrick Swayze to Demi Moore, And that's kind of what I'm talking about. Now. I have the opportunity to study trance mediumship at Arthur Finley College, and the instructor did a demonstration of this, well we'll

call it trance channeling. She did it two times. One the person in front of her was a man, and the other the person in front of her was a woman, and each time it was one of their parents that spoke through her directly to the recipient with details to prove that it was really them words, letting the person know that there's still very much with them and of course there's always love shared. And seeing this is so wonderful.

I can honestly say I cried really hard after it because imagine what it would be like for your loved one to talk to you again. Amazing. So my hope for the future if you're someone who is an evidential medium right now is you learn a little trance mediumship. We have Scott Milligan's class online almost every Monday. It changes a little month to month, and I definitely trust the tutors at the Arthur Finley College in the UK, but it's a beautiful way to let the spirit world

work with us. No one takes us over like you see in the movies. Some of the stories I will share with you today came through such trance mediums letting their loved one know, Hey, I'm still me and I'm still alive. I found a handful of stories that just warmed my heart about still being us in the afterlife, but also what life is like in the afterlife. The third type of medium is a physical medium, which is very rare and currently oh the physical mediums on planet Earth.

A lot of them are doing some weird things, producing gemstones from out of the darkness. While I don't go for that. I have witnessed good physical mediumship with a medium named David Thompson and also Scott Milligan, where loved one's voices seem to come from out of the air and talk to their loved one. There was a gentleman who died many years ago by the name of Leslie Flint, and I'll be including some of the stories that happened

through his mediumship. Also, Leslie was a physical medium and he would host small groups of people or one on one with people back in the day and they'd want to talk to their loved one. Leslie would have his mouth taped shut. He was even tested. They'd put color dye in his mouth, and yet these voices would still come from what seemed out of nowhere. So far, he's the only medium I know that ever existed that was

able to do this. Some of the stories will come from the recordings of what people witnessed with their loved ones. Because the voice quality isn't great and these tapes date way back. I'll tell you the stories in my own voice. I highly recommend that you check out the website leslieflint dot com and his book Voices in the Dark. Before I share the stories, I want to express what I've learned in the last twenty six years about the actual

dying process. No matter how we get over there, we are greeted by loved ones and we will feel like I'm still me. So that's all good. Before that happens, though, ooh, how do we get there? I think the best way to go is when we're old and gray after a long life and we have a natural death. But unfortunately, there are accidents. Some people pass by illness, some people take their own lives unfortunately, and others take people's lives

through killings. It's never easy to have someone pass for those left behind, But for us, we want to know is it scary? Does it hurt? What does it feel like? I want to rest your mind that death itself is painless. Many say it's like getting very sleepy and then just falling asleep. But those of us who have seen our loved ones suffer. Like my dad before his passing, he had cancer and he was in an incredible amount of pain.

It is said by our friends in spirit and through longtime mediums that our soul can leave the body before the body passes, and this has been documented in cases of near death experiences, many of which I've shared on Shades of the Afterlife, where people's consciousness is out of their body and they're able to witness what's happening to

their body from the outside or above. In many cases, those who are suffering, their consciousness leaves, and when we do get to the other side, we may, of course remember how we passed, but that pain, that memory of any discomfort before we left, that is gone. There's no punishment, we've spoken before, there's no judgment. It's for us to do our own life review. Death isn't the scary part. Life is the scary part. And of course not a single one of us wishes to suffer or have our

loved one suffer. So I am a strong proponent if the end is getting near by sickness, that we all turn to hospice, which has the best pain medication known to mankind. So again, when we say we're afraid of death, that may be afraid of the pain. But I strongly believe that our consciousness does leave our body before the body dies. Even in cases of dementia and Alzheimer's. It's as if those folks have one foot in our world

and one foot they're already seeing into the afterlife. And let's not forget that we have a greeting committee that when we're in that in between place, still alive, on the threshold of passing, loved ones guides. Some people see angels, we can see into the afterlife. It's all happening to

comfortably bring us across the veil. We'll take our first break in a moment, but when we come back, you'll hear about South African lawyer Jasper Swain and his conversations with his deceased son Mike, with and without the aid of a medium. Conversations Mike details his new world and his new life. For instance, Mike says, the actual act of dying is as simple as dozing off after lunch. A drowsy feeling fills the whole body with relaxing comfort.

We'll hear his story when we get back. Are you ready to take the ride into the I'm still me stories about the other side from people on the other side. We'll be right back. You're listening to Shades of the Afterlife on the iHeartRadio and Coast to Coast AM Paranormal Podcast Network.

year old daughter of one of his friends. Shortly after the funeral, Jasper went to see missus Nina Marrington, who had offered him her services to act as a medium in order to establish contact with Mike in the spirit world. After Nina passed into trance, Jasper was startled to hear her speaking with Mike's voice, addressing him as Shud a name that only his dead son had ever used. When asked how the accident happened, Mike said that he would place Medium Nina in the driver's seat so that she

could describe exactly how things had transpired the entrance. Medium began by saying he has placed me in a small green mini car. It is a terribly hot day and I'm driving along a very crowded road. There is a little girl beside me. Her name is Heather. She is chatting to me about her mom and dad, who are in the car ahead of us. I can see their car approximately fifty yards away. It is gray in color. It is noon, and there is a mass of holiday traffic passing us in both directions. Now, I see a

black car coming towards us. As it approaches us, I see this other car coming behind it. I can see this other car clearly because it is in the middle of the road trying to pass the black car. Nina paused for a moment and said, the sun is glaring on the windscreen of the black car and reflecting back into my eyes. I can see nothing but a bright silver radiance. It is blinding to me. All of a sudden, the radiance changes from silver to gold. I am being lifted up in the air out through the top of

the car. I grab little Heather's hand. She too is being lifted up out of the car. We have been lifted thirty feet above the Mini, and in one horrifying second, I see the little Mini and this large car collide head on. The little Mini bounces right off the highway, right over onto the gravel verge. It is finally brought to a halt and a cloud of dust when it hits a giant hill the large cars turning in mid air, its nose flips over until it is back to front.

Then it smashes down on the road on its side. A storm of metallic dust is now glinting all over the road. The medium Nina stopped, obviously too agitated to continue. What impressed her listeners was the fact that Mike had never seen the other vehicle until after the silver light had changed to gold. He and Heather had felt no sense of impact. They had suffered no pain, just a gentle ascent into the air. Nina recovered herself enough to continue.

Heather and I are still holding hands. We now descend beside the Mini. We see two crumpled bodies lying in it. We feel vaguely sorry that this thing should have happened to them, and we both fully understand that we are now, so far as mortals are concerned, dead. We are both aware that a lot of people have begun to gather around us. They are dressed in glorious colors. We even recognize some of the people. They are the faces of friends and family who passed beyond the earth before us.

Heather and I are still standing hand in hand, Now guided by the one who first lifted us into the air, the two of us sweep towards the skies. We drift about the two round hills known as the Breasts of Sheba in heartfelt joy. The three jasper, his wife, Clarice, and his second son, Kevin listen, transported by the fact that the passing had involved neither fear, shock nor suffering.

Mike now addressed himself to his brother. Sometime after the crash, Kevin had noticed that dust was gathering on his bicycle, and he began to clean it. In the process, he noticed that the drive chain was dry. In too much of a hurry to find the grease gun, he rashly decided to take a chance with the oil can. He messed it up, however, and oil flowed out of the bottom of the casing and made a pool on the

kitchen floor. Kevin had mopped up the oil with one of Mike's dusters, which he promptly washed and iron before returning it to the drawer. Through the entranced medium Nina, Mike informed him that he had watched the whole thing him making a mess, and if he had been there, he wouldn't have helped him clean it. This left Kevin devoid of speech, because this episode had occurred long after the funeral and no one knew about it except himself. Mike next turned to his mother. I'm so glad you've

begun to accept what has happened, he told her. Never allow yourself to mourn. Just send us your love, send us your happiness. These we can use in service of others. The other morning, Mom, just after sunrise, you left the bedroom and went down to the garden in your dressing gown, and you picked a single, perfect white rose. I was with you then, and I surrounded you with all of my love. Mom. If you ever do get depressed again, go out into the garden and pick another flower. I

shall be there with you again and again. Jasper and Kevin knew nothing of this, having been asleep when Clarice had gone down into the garden. But in the weeks that followed, whenever Clarice went alone to the garden, Jasper and Kevin would notice that, no matter how somber she was leaving the house, she would come back later with her eyes sparkling and her face transformed. Mike, where are you now? His father? Jasper asked him. The reply came instantly.

I am surrounded by the love and peace of our father. But where are you? What world are you in? Can you tell me? I'm in a world that looks pretty much the same as your world, Dad, Only there are different laws up here. When I say laws, I don't mean the laws that govern behavior of the people. I mean the laws that govern thought. Mike, tell me more about that world. How do you get there? Where does it exist? Dad? Everyone comes here through the gates of death.

You have to rearrange your values to appreciate its virtues. Though, while you are still on earth, your thought, your intentions, everything you do gives your soul a certain rate of vibration. For argument's sake, let's suppose your soul is vibrating in a fifty megacycle band. When you die and manifest here, you would go straight to the part of our world,

which vibrates at fifty megacycles. By the same token, if you're a slow thinking sort of a blow o, you can only vibrate to fifteen megacycles, then you'll become part of this world in the fifteen megacycle range. It all depends on your rate of vibration. Therefore, you yourself select the kind of scenery that will await you when you arrive here. The worlds above us are even richer in light and happiness. If I go up there, and I

can right now, I find it too bright. The light hurts my eyes, and the vibrations are so refined that I can't respond to them. So I just reverse gear and return to this world, which suits me just fine. Is Dad? Jasper begins to ask these worlds that you refer to, Mike, not so much world's Dad, as planes of existence. Though we have sun and the skies and acres of beautiful flowers here, we don't have rain as you know it, Nor is there any blight to destroy

the beauty of the trees. They look exactly the same as they do on Earth, with one big difference. However, here they are all perfect. There are no high winds to warp and twist them. There are only gentle breezes. It is always coolish warm, if you know what I mean. My greatest joy here is my sense of perfect freedom. We can go wherever we like, whenever we feel like it.

This world is infinite, and though everyone you meet on this plane is at the same stage of development as yourself, he is still a rugged individualist in his own right, just as he was on Earth. Everyone has his or her own way of looking at things and his or her own way of speaking their mind. When you discuss anything here, you always learn something new because the person you are talking to has such an original attitude. And

as I said, thought is all powerful here. For example, if I want to own a brand new Jaguar, all I have to do is visualize the car in my mind, and it is created right there before my eyes out of the thought energy of this world. If we are far away from one another and we want to make contact, telepathy is the accepted thing here. I merely have to think of the fellow I want to speak to and bingo,

he's right there. We contact each other as easily as you use the telephone, except that we don't need to pick up a phone. If someone wants to talk to you, you first hear him in your mind. If you want to go to him, you merely exert your will, and in two ticks you're right there. Takes a bit of practice and getting used to, but it beats TV by a mile. You see how perfect everything is. This world is the right one for me at this stage of

my development. But as my vibrations become more refined, I shall be able to visit the higher planes with ease. And when I want to study the law and learn how it operates, we go to the Hall of logic. There are many halls of knowledge and wisdom. Here we can travel from one end of this realm to another as fast as lightning. Our bodies never get tired. Illness and sickness don't exist here. This is a world of perfection.

All this information took Jasper some considerable time to digest, and his next question to Mike was, Mike, if you are safe in the infinite domain of God? Where is hell? This was met by a burst of hearty laughter. G Dad answered Mike, Hell only exists where you are now. Those were excerpts from the book From My World to Yours. It's time for our next break, and when we come back,

we'll hear more stories from people in the afterlife. You're listening to Shades of the Afterlife on the iHeartRadio and Coast to Coast AM Paranormal Podcast Network.

He even spoke with them himself, describing the voices that were heard above my head and slightly to one side of me. By the time his book Voices in the Dark was first published in nineteen seventy one, Flint had already been a medium for over forty years, yet he continued with his work for another twenty years. His experience and knowledge of what happens to us after death is

second to none. His mediumship was tested by independent researchers time and time again, and still the voices came to speak their messages to their loved ones that we are alive, we are eternal spirits living a physical life, and that we do live on after death. Although Leslie Flint passed in nineteen ninety four at the age of eighty three. Journalist Neville Randall spent two years sifting through the hundreds of recordings made by George Woods and Betty Green with

people who spoke through medium Leslie Flint. Randall's book Life After Death is a detailed account of life beyond the grave in the worlds of the people who live there. Many say it is the most reassuring and down to earth book about the other side ever written. Here's a few words from chapter four, titled I must be dead? What is it like to die? The prospect from this side of the grave is not inviting. If we are lucky, it's quick. For most of us, it's something we prefer

not to think about. Could we have gotten it wrong? The message from the other side is rather different. Nothing much to worry about, just a natural transition from one existence to another. None of the voices who came back through Leslie Flint to describe what happened remember being frightened or in any pain. Most of them took quite a while to realize they were not still alive. The moment of death for all of them was a dream which

changed into a new sense of reality. Their main worry is why the folks they left behind were scurrying around in such a panic and could not see that they were still alive, happy and well. As soon as a communicating spirit has mastered the problem of turning his thoughts into words through Flint's ecdoplasmic voice box, he usually starts talking with all the eagerness of a traveler calling at the end of a long journey to share his impressions

of his destination. Betty Green takes the first opportunity to steer them towards sharing what interests us most with her opening question, could you give us your reaction on finding out that you were dead? This was the question she put to a voice who had introduced himself on April eleventh, nineteen fifty nine, as a Sussex farmer named George Hopkins. Here are his words. Well, I just had a stroke or a seizure or a heart attack, something of that sort.

As a matter of fact, I was harvesting. I felt a bit peculiar, thought it was the sun, and went down in the hedge. I felt a bit drowsy and must have dozed off. But dear, oh, dear, I had such shock I woke up as I thought, the sun has gone down, and there was me, or what appeared to me me. I was puzzled. I tried to shake myself to wake myself up. I thought, well, this is funny. I must be dreaming. I couldn't make heads or tails of it. It never struck me that I was dead.

This chapter on George continues with him trying to get people to realize that he was still alive before he moves on to the other side. Here's a story about another George. Old George Wilmot recalled his astonishment when he passed at being green by his old horse, Old Jenny, he said, used to pull my cart in the early years. I was real upset when poor old Jenny collapsed and died. She was as near to me as any woman could be. In fact, more so, I had great affection for old Jenny.

She knew everything that I ever said to her, and she was as cute as they come. The first thing I remember when I woke up over here was being in well, I suppose you'd call it a field. I seemed to be sitting or lying under a tree. I remember waking up. I could see this horse coming towards me, and there was my old Jenny. She looked younger, of course, and she was so thrilled and so happy. You could sense and feel it. I can't say how. This is something I can't explain, but it was almost as if

she was talking to me. I couldn't hear any voice, and you don't expect to hear a horse speak, but somehow, men, I suppose I could hear her. Now I realize it was as if she was speaking to me and welcoming me. She came beside me and was licking my face. Goodness me, I'll never forget this as long as I live. I was so thrilled and excited. And then I heard a

voice behind me. I turned around and there was a fine looking chap I should think he was about six foot two, fair haired, young and he says, I've come to look after you, come to look after me. I said, what are you talking about? I was so taken aback, what with Jenny and the rest of it. Yes, I'm going to look after you, he says, I've been put in charge of you. What do you mean in charge of me? I'm capable of looking after myself. You don't

understand he said, you know you are dead. In the rest of the chapter, George continues with Michael and the horse Jenny, and of course Michael explains that all of our animal companions get to be with us in the spirit world and they can talk to us with their thoughts. In chapter twelve, the voice comes through of a London flower cellar named Rose Hawkins. She was asked questions about what life is like on the other side and if she could describe it. Rose says, you've asked me to

describe our world in material language. I don't know which way to start. I suppose if you could think of all the beautiful things in your world, without all the things that aren't pleasant, you'd have some vague idea of what it's like. Beautiful natural surroundings, flowers, birds, trees, lakes, The sun is always shining. You might think it gets a bit monotonous, but it doesn't. She's asked, Is it easier to grow flowers over there than it is here? Well,

you plant them up, but we don't have seasons. They don't need water. Everything just grows naturally. Is your world very much like this world, She's asked, only more beautiful? Well, I suppose yes, I would compare it very much like a beautiful English countryside. That's the nearest I can explain it. Have you villages and towns? She was asked, Well, we haven't towns as you understand them. There are places where I suppose you'd call them towns in a sense, where

thousands of people congregate together, but there's no buses or trains. Well, how do you travel? We walk, or if you've got any distance, you just think of the place you want to be in, close your eyes, and then in a split second you're there. Do you live in a house? Rose, Well, yes I do live in a house, but I don't have to. But I've never seen anyone who doesn't. Houses are very real. We've got architects and designers and so on. They create and build, but it isn't hard labor like

it is on your side. Do you use money or anything like that over there? Money? She says, You can't buy nothing here with money. The only thing you can get here is by character and the way you lived your life, and the way you think and act. But we're wondering how do you get the architects to do the work? Rose said, Well, you don't pay him He does it because he loves to do it. He loves to design houses. He loves to do that kind of work, the same as the musician who loves to play the violin.

He's just happy to entertain as friends and people, and they form orchestras and choirs. They do everything for love. Everything is done for love. And anyone, for instance, on your side, who never had a chance in life, perhaps they wanted to be a musician or an artist. They can study over here, you see, and be whoever they want to be. Do you eat anything, she was asked. We have fruit and nuts, she replied, and we have

all the things you can imagine from your world. But I don't eat meat or any flesh of any kind. You know, what do you do with your flowers? Rose? Do you use them to beautify places? Well, of course you can if you want to. You can cut the flowers and you can use them in your home, But very few people do that. After a time, we usually only see people doing that who haven't been here long. All the flowers are natural, they have their own life, and I don't think it's the right thing to cut

them all down. But if you're sitting inside your house and you want to see the flowers outside, you don't necessarily have to go outside to see them. You can just think about them, and there they are you can see them. Rose. Do you sleep, Oh, yes, you can sleep if you feel so inclined. But it's not necessary because you don't feel tired. How do you measure space and time? Well, I don't know. There isn't measurement of time as I understand it. We are not conscious of time.

Mentally you think, oh, well, it's afternoon, evening or night. But things don't affect us. Time is, after all, only man made. Rose. What is the sky like? Oh, there are clouds in the sky from time to time. It's a beautiful sky, nothing you could ever dream of. It isn't necessarily blue. It can be with the green and red and all kinds of magnificent colors. There are colors

over here that I've never seen on earth. Rose goes on to describe how people dress, that there are lakes, there are boats, what people do for their pastime, playing music, being together, going to the halls of learning, and much more. It is time for our break. When we come back, there'll be a bit more from the book Life After Death by Neville Randall, and you'll hear some words from a person in the afterlife through the direct voice mediumship

of Leslie Flint. So just remember I'm still me and you're still you when we cross over into the afterlife. Nothing to fear, It's all grand. We'll be right back. You're listening to Shades of the Afterlife on the iHeartRadio and Coast to Coast AM Paranormal podcast Network.

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talk to their deceased loved ones. On this occasion, a woman by the name of Jenny Wilson spoke with the group. This recording is just the tip of the iceberg. Go to Leslie Flint dot com where there are hundreds of recordings. Here is Jenny Wilson, who passed during childbirth, talking about her experience and the other side.

to die. I knew, I didn't know how I knew I knew I was It was if this is I was twisted and twisting away, and I could hear the striend trying to help the comfort, but court there's nothing they could do after circumstances, and I knew I was going to pass, as you call it, And anyway, I remember some of alution of myself and didn't find it myself as funny, and said, I don't know that I was standing standing in the fields and I left this baby in my arms, which I had, I just didn't

have to stand at a two, and so I should be standing in the middle of this field, and all around me I could see my art. It seemed a country, and yet it was not the same countries I've been used.

so inclined, perhaps leave a donation. As I often say, there is more to life than meets the eye, and there's more to you than you know. Fear not, you will always be you Remember. Come visit me at We Don't Die dot com. Join one of our free Sunday gatherings. I'm Sandra Champlain. Thank you so much for listening to Shades of the Afterlife on the iHeartRadio and Coast to Coast am Paranormal Podcast Network.