Episode 202: The Lighter Side of the Afterlife!

On each episode, we'll discuss the reasons we now know that our loved ones have survived physical debt, and so will we. Welcome to Shades of the Afterlife. When I was a teenager, I remember getting into the car with my dad when we were driving somewhere. Dad would always turn on the radio to an easy listening station. You know what I'm talking about. Some people call it elevator music. To me, it was our favorite rock bands put to this nice instrumental music. Oh we kids couldn't stand it

and never could understand how dad could enjoy it. Well, here, I am fifty eight years old, and there are times that my mind is so busy. I want something soft and peaceful. No heavy listening, no heavy lifting. Why I bring this up is because today I want to do rather an easy listening kind of episode. Stories of near death experiences, stories of people just before they pass, and some stories of some silly things that happen at funerals. I also want to talk to you about a school

which is referred to as the modern day Hogwarts. I'm talking about the Arthur Finley College, which is a place you can go to learn how to communicate with the dead. Let's start with our first near death experience. This woman is given a visit to the Afterlife after falling asleep. She says, I was asleep comfortably and diagonally across my king size bed. I was seventy years old, single. I sleep alone and enjoy stretching lazily across the bed while

watching television until I fall asleep. On this night, I'm sure I had been asleep long enough to pass through the rem phase. Settling into a good night's rat, I suddenly felt my body convulse, first curling up and then straightening out twice very rapidly. That caused me to become awake. When I opened my eyes, I was up in the air, above and slightly behind my head. I knew I was dead. I looked down and saw the lifeless husk of my former body splayed out on the bed. I was neither

shocked nor startled at this grotesque site. In fact, I felt indifferent. I didn't care about it one way or another, no joy or fear. I called myself it. I'd used it, and it was over. Suddenly around me was a beautiful pastoral scene. I was overcome with intense feelings of love, peace, forgiveness, and acceptance. The very essence of the place was immediately upon me with abundant welcoming and joy. Then I remembered this, this is the place I was before I was born.

I was back home. I was dead, but I was still very much alive. It was me, Charlene, the same as I was a minute ago, not only alive but happy. I felt great, and my vision was twenty twenty or better. This is the best I could see for the first time in years. I thought that I was still in my room, but a scenario surrounded me. I saw everything there, but my attention was immediately drawn to my right and up in the air about ten feet I could see a room with green walls. Inside the room, I heard

the familiar sound of men playing the game spades. They were laughing and joking and having a great time. Something seriously funny apparently happened, And although I can't recall hearing their exact words, they were teasing and joking with each other. I recognized the voices of my two long disci seized uncles Nat short for Nathaniel and Dub short for w the first letter of his name Wilman. When I was a child, there existed no human beings funnier than that

of Uncle Nat and Uncle Dub. To be in their presence was a guarantee that you'd be in stitches laughing long after they'd left. They brought so much joy to my childhood, and they brought joy to me. Now standing next to the card table, and clearly part of the group was another man. He looked similar to the photos we've seen of Albert Einstein, but it wasn't Einstein. I immediately remembered something though. This is the same man who was present right before I was born. I remember him

being there. As my attention was turning to my left, I saw in front of me a great and beautiful meadow with trees and beautiful flowers. A little boy was there going into the meadow. I couldn't see his face. There were mountains in the far distance. Further to my left was a tan colored wall with a thick black zigzag line all the way across it. I understood without being told, that if I crossed that line or passed

through it, there would be no coming back. But my attention was still moving left, and I saw over my left shoulder an amazing sight. Hundreds and hundreds of people and more were coming far in the distance before what I could see. They were just people shouting and cheering with smiles. They were cheering at me. They were so happy to see me. They were jumping and cheering, and they all loved me. Oh my, they loved me so much. Simultaneously because this all happened at the same time. I

remembered the most amazing part. I was home. I remembered clearly that I was back back to where I belong. There's a certain way you feel at home. It's not the same feeling or awareness as here on earth. It's a super awareness of a sort nearly impossible to describe. It's the best and most secure and loved feeling you'll ever know, magnified and multiplied many many times over. The love and joy are almost unbearable, but in a good way. It's far far more intense than the deepest and most

profound feeling that I've ever known. It's a reality that is jarring to its very existence, and you feel you really belong there. Not only do you belong there, you're part of it. And not only are you part of it, you are it and it is you. At home, everyone has lighthearted fun. There is no feeling of anyone having any problems and no drama. There are no issues. Joy, good humor, and love are all in the air. There are parts of my experience that I've forgotten, similar to

the way we forget our dreams. So my recollection of this part is not as clear. I was somehow transported to a place where I think I spoke to a council of sorts. We talked about whether I would return to Earth or not. I believe I requested to come back, and I believe my request was lovingly granted. Suddenly I was back in my body, simultaneously sitting up, coughing and belching. Dying like that was a gentle thing and natural, like blinking. I fully accepted that death is going to happen, and

now I have no fear of it. I am very much looking forward to it now that I know for a fact what awaits me. Here's a quick story from an emergency room doctor. An old lady had had a big heart attack and refused treatment, so he kept her comfortable by giving her morphine and Benzo's for the shortness of breath. While she was in the process of dying. I was with her and her family, providing comfort. Her

daughter said to her, just let go, mom. The old lady opened her eyes one last time, looked at her daughter with a smirk on her face, and said, what do you think I've been trying to do? She put her head on the pillow and passed a short time later. Here are a few last words from this grandmother, as told by her granddaughter. I had to tell my grandmother that dialysis would only give her another week or so to live, and it was her choice to try or not.

She was in and out of consciousness at that point, but she was in a clear state just for that moment. She asked, will I die? And I said yes, Grandma. She looked at me in the eye, smiled just a little, and said, Dearie, sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do. Grandma was always filled with encouragement. She then closed her eyes, squeezed my hand, fell asleep, and passed a little while later. Here's a funeral story. My great great grandmother was quite

a character all of her life. When she passed away, the family gathered for the funeral and milled around sharing stories in subdued voices about memories of her. Shortly before everyone began to file into the room, the funeral director came in. He was looking very frazzled and wringing his hands. He apologized profusely and said the funeral couldn't start yet. Her body wasn't there. Apparently the morgue sent her to

the wrong funeral parlor. In an entirely different city. The hearse was on its way to pick her up, but well, the funeral was going to be delayed. There was a beat of silence, and then the entire family managed to start laughing hysterically. My great grandma had always told the family that she always runs late and would most likely be late to her own funeral. She was about two

hours late, to be exact. This story is now family legend of how my great great grandma was late to her own funeral and a special family funeral with us all laughing most of the time. Speaking of grandmothers, my grandmother Betsy Champlain had a great sense of humor. She always had to look her best. She was quite a little flirt and died just short of her ninety first birthday. Her favorite hat and she always had to have a ball cap on said bad hair day. Yes, you guessed it.

Grammy wanted to be buried with her bad hair day hat. Can you imagine the surprise as the mourners came to look at her open casket only to find her lying there with bad hair day. Grammy certainly had the last laugh our last episode together. I remember telling you the story of a friend of mine who had died, and his father had died the following week, so they celebrated the lives of both men at the same time. What I didn't tell you is that Andy was a very

big man. During the funeral, a young person happened to notice the two urns. They didn't realize that there were two funerals happening at the same time. And in the corner of the room you heard, was he so big, Mama that they needed two containers? Only a few of us had heard it, and out of the saddest moment, we burst into hysterical laughing, really trying to hide our laughter as tears. Oh my, I know Andy would have gotten a kick out of it. It's time for our

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had been in the Air Force. Dad lived on an airport, so as funeral took place in a church, followed by going into one of these big airplane hangars to have a celebration of life, followed by the burial. He was cremated. When we got to the celebration of life, we knew there was going to be an Air Force type flyover with the missing man formation. So picture five airplanes flying over and one takes off in another direction, signifying the

loss of one of the troops. Each of my siblings got an opportunity to speak and share words about my father. I was the last to go. I had my speech prepared, and shortly after I began, we got the word that the flyover was going to take place, so I never got to share my words about my father. That flyover and the missing man formation still gets me choked up. But what happened next is how I remember my dad's funeral day you see, his cremation earns were to be buried.

There was a grave digger holding the shovel. The priest spoke words about my dad. The cremation earned got lowered into the hole, and each one of us adult kids took a shovel full of dirt and threw it into the hole. My nieces and nephews got their opportunity to do it, and the last to go was my four year old nephew Jack. This little boy lifts up the big shovel, does his very best to put some dirt in the hole before the grave digger takes the shovel.

As the grave digger fills in the hole, little Jack looks up with a frown on his face and was so upset and says, why does he get to take so many turns? I have to tell you, every single one of us burst out into laughter. It turned a really tough situation into one of joy. So when I think of my dad's funeral, first thing that comes to mind was the laughter. Here's another lighthearted story from a funeral.

This man Tom tells the story. He says, I'm the author of this story about my grandfather, my nickname Peanut. Grandpa passed peacefully in twenty twenty two. I was a wreck for a long time, barely eating or sleeping. I was really missing him. Before his service, I stood at his urn and talked to him, telling him how much I loved him and I missed him, but that I understood it was time for him to go. I heard

someone come up behind me. I looked up and I thought I saw Graham at the other end of the church. Surely my eyes were playing tricks on me. Grief and lack of sleep do crazy things. I wiped my eyes and looked again, and he got closer. The man smiled and held out his hand. I took it, and he was real I was looking at my grandpa. The man said, hey, peanut, it's okay. He hugged me, and I saw my dad coming in. I must have looked panicked because Dad was

moving really fast. Dad said, hey, Tom, are you okay. I looked at Dad in shock. Dad said, this is my uncle, Grandpa's older brother. You haven't seen him since you were a kid. Well. I came so close to passing out that they had to guide me to a seat. Grandpa and my great uncle could have been twins. My dad laughed, hugged me, and assured me I was not hallucino. My grandpa was a prankster, so I'm sure he would have appreciated how funny this was. Here's more stories that

put the fun in funeral. This man says, my grandfather, on his deathbed, arranged for his ashes to be presented to my grandmother, contained in a box of cornflakes. This man says, before Pop died, he made sure that we knew to play Tina Turner's Simply the Best at the

end of his funeral. Everyone laughed. It was great. Another person says, my father had as his last wish the entire funeral where fake red noses, including myself, my brother, and all of my cousins who were the pallbearers, while this song Always look on the Bright Side of Life was played. I carried my dad in his cardboard coffin to the her wearing this bright red clown's nose, and afterward the six of us pallbearers smoked and remembered the

man as he was thumbing his nose at death. This lady says, this actually happened to my family two weeks ago. At my grandmother's funeral, we family members were in the first few rows of the church at the funeral. During the only hymn sung at the end, a woman who was extremely tone deaf and very loud was singing directly behind us. Now, my family is very close and we often laugh a lot with each other. I was desperately trying not to laugh, scared I would set everyone off.

I loved my grandmother dearly, and honestly was worried I would break down during the song. But this lady was so incredibly loud, off key, and off tempo. I couldn't help but laugh. So I'm sitting towards the front laughing silently with my shoulders shaking. My husband notices and puts his arm around me and whispers, just pretend you're crying, So I buried my face into his shoulder. I found out later that we were all struggling not to crack up.

My mother, whose mother was the one who passed, was trying to drown this lady out, which only caused the woman to get even louder. To say the least, it was a mess, but it was pretty darn funny. I think my grandma would have found it very funny too. Next I'd like to share with you some special stories just before someone passes. These aren't funny, they're more heartwarming knowing that loved ones are there to greet us. About two minutes before my grandma passed, she had clarity. She

had suffered from severe dementia for years. She opened her eyes, smiled and said, I found Jack. Jack was my grandpa, who died eight years prior. She said. They were at a ball with their friends and she said, I've got to go. He asked me to dance. She closed her eyes and passed away. Here's another story. My brother couldn't really talk while he was dying, but the look in his eyes before he passed will haunt me forever. Whatever he saw, it awed him like a kid seeing Disneyland

for the very first time. I've never seen a person's eyes go so wide with such a big smile on their face. My guess, as he saw the whole universe all at once. And another story, My grandparents passed three days apart from each other. My grandmother was diagnosed with lung cancer. Halfway through her treatment, she told us that she felt like her whole life was fulfilled and she

was stopping treatment so she could pass peacefully. She was on her deathbed for a long time, in and out of consciousness, not communicating, often only eating some ice chips. It tore my grandfather up. He was healthy and in impeccable shape. He went to the gym every day until he was ninety. One day, he was at the grocery store and had a heart attack. He died within minutes. A few days later, my dad and I were sitting

with my grandmother. My dad told her that my grandfather was waiting for her whenever she was ready to go, so she wouldn't have to go alone. My grandmother spoke her first words in a week. He's right here with me. I see him. My dad asked, what's he wearing. She giggled, He's in my favorite gray suit. I think we're going out. She passed that very same evening. This nurse says, I heard my patient talking to herself, so I went in

to check on her. She said she was talking to her deceased husband and asked, you don't see him, He's sitting right there in the chair. That sent a chill right down my spine. She passed a few minutes later. And this story. When my sister was on her deathbed. She would point and ask who the people were in her room, but of course no one else was there. I then see her having conversations with these invisible people. I finally asked her what she was talking about and

with whom. She said she was talking to our grandfather, who died twenty years prior, and that he told her he was there to help her cross over. She told him she wasn't ready to go, and he told her that it has to be her decision. When she's ready to take his hand, he will guide her across. She passed not long after, no doubt, hand in hand with our grandfather. Another woman says, my great grandmother got sick when she was about ninety four. She had a flu

and a really bad fever. I remember her crying and yelling the name Fritz. I can see Fritz, she repeated. Fritz was her older brother who had passed away when he was five, almost a century beforehand. One more story. I'm a hospice chaplain and worked in a hospital for a time. There was a spiritual, non religious man I had a good connection with. He requested that I come into his room. When I did, he motioned for me to crouch by his bed and spoke in a whisper.

Do you see my brother in the corner? I told him I didn't, but I believed he was seeing him. He was completely lucid and calmly explained that his brother had been in the corner talking with him, hashing things out and coming to forgiveness like they weren't able to do before his brother died. He was worried the nurses would think he was crazy and try to medicate him. When I assured him I believed him and just wanted to listen to what he had to say. He went on,

I see death too. She has my brother with her now. She's in the room. She's dressed in all black, but she ain't ugly. She's beautiful. He was totally at peace. He died a few hours later. It's time for our break, and we'll be back with a near death experience. You're listening to Shades of the Afterlife on the iHeartRadio and Coast to Coast AM paranormal podcast network.

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There was a lot of commotion. People are everywhere, and the acoustics are loud. On my left side, I view people walking two by two and very calm way. One is the person who crossed. The other seems to be their guide. I sensed peace and love and that they were okay. Guides kept coming up to meet people. Then I started moving really fast past the people on the left with their guides. I questioned, why am I moving so fast and they are moving so slow. I found

myself going warp speed through this tunnel place. It was bright and light, but I could see past this was a dark blackness. I knew it was infinity out there. As fast as I was moving, Suddenly I stopped. I stood on what felt like the edge of a lake shore. It wasn't a bright place. It was dim, and I could hear the sound of water like a lake shore. It was as if little laps of water were hitting

the shoreline, peaceful and rhythmic. I was alone, and it was very quiet except for the sound of what seemed like water. All of a sudden, I heard giggling and laughing. I looked up and across this lake, I saw these three spheres on my far left. They looked like big cotton balls, but ethereal. They were so excited to see me. I just knew it. I sensed it. Everything said was all telepathic, as if they were energy thoughts coming across to me. Communication was very fast. I didn't have to

wait or think about it. I just knew. Their laughter and excitement felt so contagious. I started laughing too. I just wanted to go over there with them. It was so drawing. For example, when you're sitting at a restaurant and the table near you is having such a good time laughing hysterically, you want to find out what's so funny, but you start laughing too. I started my way over to the spheres. They meet at leastopped me and said, nope, we'll come to you, And the next immediate second they

were there on my side. They just came to me, all three. It felt like they melded into me, and I realized how great communication is without words. That's the last thing I remembered that happened. The next moment, I am in the plane and I hear a voice say, Oh my god, there is someone else in there. I yelled my name to them. The plane crashed around eight forty PM. From what I'm told, my rescue occurred around one am. It was negative five degrees that night, with

snow blowing and a wind chill factor. I thank God I'm alive, but there's nothing to fear and death. Here's another short story. When I had my experience, I felt my body dropped to the floor, yet I rose and hovered from the ceiling. Looking down. I saw my sister and mother place me on the bed, and I felt a tug. I went upward and felt a slight wind on my cheek. I was in a dimness and could feel other spirits rising at different rates. Above there was

a light and I drew closer. I stopped right at the edge of the light and slowly extended my hand and stepped through. There was a green field and a river flowing in the distance. Trees lined the banks, and there was also a little dirt path. I noticed a cobblestone wall that was maybe four feet high, and it followed the dirt path off to the horizon. I suddenly heard the laughter of children at play. They were out of sight until they crested a small hill. Then I

saw them playing with a checkered ball. They each got a turn to kick and run. They were laughing, and all I wanted to do was to laugh and join them. As I thought this, steps appeared at the wall. I could easily climb up and over the wall. When I got to the topmost step, I saw a person surrounded by clouds, and its voice asked in my head, do you know who these children are? At first I didn't have a clue, but just by thinking of the question,

I knew the answer. In my head. I thought, yes, these are all children who died young, that didn't make it into life or died in childbirth. The voice was kind but warned me if you step over to join the children, you will not be able to go back. I shrugged, thinking that the game and the laughter would be enough for me. I really didn't care if I couldn't go back. At that instant, the image of my

sister played on my mind's screen. My sister was kneeling on the bed beside me, with tears streaming down her face. She was praying, and I could hear her words begging God to let me come back, to let me be alive again. I didn't want her to cry. I didn't want her to hurt so bad. The voice in my head said, you have chosen well. In less than an instant, I was pulled back into my body and sitting up hugging my sister. I told her of her words and

that I could hear her prayer to God. She told me that she had held a mirror to my nose and there had been no vapor, no breath at all in the past five minutes. I feel lucky to be alive, but also lucky to have had that experience. Next, a different type of story from hospice chaplain Terry. I worked with a wonderful administrative assistant named Martha who's in her sixties. One day, she told me that her daughter, Dorothy, had a troubled life. She'd been a difficult child and experienced

a tumultuous adolescence. Now, as an adult, Dorothy was divorced and losing her battle with ovarian cancer. Because she was no longer able to work, she had to give up her apartment and move back in with her mother. Martha welcomed her and even painted the bedroom a light blue, which was her daughter's favorite color. I'd visit them from time to time, and although Dorothy wasn't a regular church goer,

she said she did believe in God. Dorothy's condition worsened and her health rapidly deteriorated, to the point that she was confined to her bed. Not long after, her mother noticed that she began looking up toward the corner of her room and would stare at a particular area of the wall. One day, when Dorothy was once again staring at that spot, she blurted out, Oh, it's a door.

It's a lovely golden door. Her mother thought that her comment was especially unusual because Dorothy seemed so nonchalant about it, as if golden doors appearing out of nowhere were commonplace. Curious, Martha asked, do you know why it's there? I'm not sure, and it isn't open yet. Do you know what's on the other side? No, but I guess I'm going to find out sooner or later, Dorothy replied. Toward the end of her life, she'd mentioned seeing the golden door more often,

saying they're trying to push the door open. Who her mother asked, I don't know, you said they Do you think there's more than one person at the door? Yes, she said, I'm sure of it. The following day, which was Dorothy's last, I was visiting and we were talking about God. In the middle of the conversation, she looked up toward the corner of the room and said, they've pushed the door open. Martha had already told me about the Golden Door, so I asked, can I see them?

very packed in here, she said. Dorothy was slipping in and out of consciousness, but every time she awoke, she pointed to the door and to everyone who was filling her room. She said, Mom, look how many there are here for me. They're going to help me cross over. Hours before her death, she spoke only of the door and the crowd surrounding her. She was so happy. Moments before her death, her mother gently said, Dorothy, you can

go with these folks if it's time. I placed my hand on the dying woman's hand and said, it's all right to go. I'll take care of your mom. Dorothy died very peacefully with a smile, and her mother was comforted by the fact that people were there for her. Although at first Martha didn't believe that vision was real, as time went on, she realized that the door and the crowd were exactly what her daughter needed and that

we all needed. I told Martha several stories about other patients who had died seeing a crowd of people, and I assured her that the golden door was something heavenly. Hospice doctors, nurses and volunteers witnessed so many of these passings with the crowded rooms with golden doors, with loved ones coming to visit, and as a result, they have

no fear of death. I try as much as I can to give you many of these stories over the past four years of shades of the afterlife, so that you know when your time comes and my time comes, that we are greeted in such a loving way. Imagine now that you're at the end of your life, you've accomplished so much, you're a real old person, and you feel like, hey, I've lived a good life. You're older, you're wiser, And just imagine that golden door in the corner.

It gets brighter and brighter, and the door opens, and there you see your loved ones, overjoyed that they are seeing you. They rush to your bedside with big smiles. The cats, the dogs, maybe the horses are all there to greet us, to take us home. That feeling of love surrounds us, and that big smile on our face makes us realize there's nothing to do fear and death,

and there's nothing to fear in life. Let's go to our next break and when we come back, I'll tell you about the modern day Hogwarts and we'll do a virtual trip to the Arthur Finley College. You're listening to Shades of the Afterlife on the iHeartRadio and Coast to Coast am Paranormal podcast Network. The Internet is an extraordinary resource that links our children to a world of information, experiences,

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nice vacation or holiday. What comes first to my mind would be a tropical vacation with the sound of reggae filling the air, feeling the sand beneath my toes, palm trees swaying in the breeze, lying on a lounge chair with a Pina colada delivered to me as I overlook the pool or the ocean, but wait, these travels are nice, but I want something a little more active. Shall I hike a mountain? Now that's too active? Shall I book a dude ranch in Arizona and horseback ride?

near Stansted, north of London in England. Ask any psychic or medium about the Arthur Finley College and immediately they giggle with excitement. You see, the Arthur Finley College is the world's foremost college for the advancement of psychic science and communicating with the dead. It's no surprise that it is popularly referred to as the original Hogwarts. To mediums and spiritualists, the Arthur Finley College is a place you must attend, but to the rest of the world it

remains an institution clouded in mystery. However, the Arthur Finley College is a really great place to go and it's open to all of us. I first heard of it back in twenty sixteen when my good friend Darla invited me to take a course there with her. It was a beginner's class in mediumship, and she knew I was actively interested in communicating with the Beyond all the research I did, I had myself scared that I truly was going to some mysteriously magical place like Hogwarts from the

Harry Potter movies. But once I got there, I fell in love with the place. I highly recommend anyone interested in the afterlife and how to communicate with your loved ones visit the Arthur Finley College and on either side of it, plan a trip to London. That's what we did, taking in Westminster Abbey, Buckingham Palace, the British Museum, hopping on and off a double decker bus, and of course enjoying some fish and chips and drink in a local pub.

The Arthur Finley College offers facilities unequaled anywhere in the world. Your course, food and lodging are all included, and students can study anything from communicating with the dead to spiritualist philosophy and religious practice. You can learn healing and of course unfold your natural, spiritual, psychic and mediumistic abilities. Many people don't know that it was Winston Churchill who established the Spiritualist church. He was a great believer in the

afterlife and in psychic abilities. Many believe communicating with the dead maybe dark or sinister, but it's not. Winston Churchill normalized contact with spirit. Therefore, Spiritualism first thrived in England and in the UK, and was established as a religion there and from there quickly spread throughout the world. Anyone can attend the Arthur Finley College. There are classes for

all levels of students, from beginners to highly advanced. Many of the most famous mediums in the world got their start there. The college is built on the grounds of an old castle that dates over one thousand years old. The estate itself built in eighteen seventy one. It's mysterious, it's old, it's magical, and to me it has the most amazing feeling. It's decorated in the old Victorian style

as well. If you're a longtime listener, you remember back to episode three when I talk about Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, who created Sherlock Holmes, and how he found out about spiritualism. His friend Arthur Finley, had his own awakening to the reality of the afterlife, and I tell you his magical

story back on episode one hundred and thirty six. In Arthur Finley's will, he said, after the deaths of himself and his wife that this magnificent estate would be donated to the spiritualists and made into a college for the advancement of psychic sciences. This college is more like a retreat center. There are fifty different tutors that come and go depending on the week you are there, with a whole range of different courses. You can walk the grounds

and picnic under the beautiful tulip tree. There are horses that you can pet just over the stone wall. There's an old church adjacent to the college with a fascinating old cemetery. No matter what course you take, you can enjoy a morning meditation in the sanctuary. They have a spiritualist service, including healing and a medium demonstration. The first day you arrive, you take your seat in the dining room, and throughout your time you share stories with your tablemates

and meet some best friends for life. You see, there's very few people in the real world that you can be open about your interest in the afterlife. Here at the Arthur Finley College, everyone is interested. There's a library where you can research the history of spiritualism and see some incredible old photos and artifacts. You can walk the halls where incredible spiritualists from time gone by have walked, like Gordon Higginson and Navis Attila, Albert Best, Coral Polge,

Glenn Edwards and so many more. And if you're interested in another kind of spirit yes, they have a full bar and it's wonderful to enjoy a little cocktail at night and tell stories to fellow students. My experience to the Arthur Finley College started with a little bit of excitement and a lot of nerves, not knowing what I

was getting myself into. But in a very short time, I was opened up to how my psychic sense works, doing psychic readings and medium readings, trance healing, capturing spirit photographs, electronic voice phenomena. I've been there five times already and I look forward to the next time when I can return. I know you're interested in the afterlife. As you're listening to this podcast, but if you have some time in your life, give yourself the gift and take a trip

and a course at the Arthur Finley College. You can find out more about this favorite place of mind at Arthurfindleycollege dot org. I'm proud to say that we offer medium classes online in case you can't get to the Arthur Finley College. And my tutor friends teaching these courses all have received some training there. I'm talking about the incredible Kerrie McLeod, Philip Dikes and Scott Milligan. And of

course we also have our spiritualist service online. We call it our Free Sunday Gathering so you can be empowered and maybe even get a message from a loved one. My website is we Don't Die dot com. During our easy Listening episode today, we heard a variety of different kinds of stories, and I know that you may have your own story. Have you had a sign from a loved one? Have you been with a loved one who's passed and they saw a golden door or saw loved

ones just before they passed. Has someone in your life had a near death experience? Have you been to a funeral that something really funny has happened, enlightened the mood. I want to hear your stories. One of the tabs that we don't Die dot com is my Facebook group. Please join us and share your experiences. It helps others believe and sharing is really good for the soul. I'd like to share a little bit more humor with you. Putting the fun in funerals. This man says, my uncle

was a real jokester. When he suddenly passed, we were all so heartbroken, but he was such a happy guy that we wanted to celebrate him and not have a dreary funeral. So everyone wore Hawaiian shirts instead of black, because that is what he wore every single day of his life life. At the funeral, we went to the ocean to scatter his ashes at one of his favorite fishing spots. Right when we went to release them, the wind changed direction and suddenly the whole crowd of us

were hit in the face with his ashes. We went from sobbing to hysterically laughing. And this is just the kind of thing that would make my uncle laugh. Here's another story. My grandma passed away in her late nineties. She was active until the end and very fashionable. My aunt, who was in her seventies and not very fashionable, decided to buy Grandma all new clothes and undergarments because Grandma would be upset if she didn't have a new outfit

for the occasion. So we all got to the wake and people were peering into Grandma's casket with a look of surprise on their faces. Apparently my aunt had purchased my tiny little grandma a very well padded wonderbra. And the last story. At my grandfather's funeral, in the middle of my uncle's eulogy, my four year old cousin ripped the loudest fart I have ever heard, which was greatly amplified by the wooden pews, and said, Oh, the whole

church broke out in laughter. Your mission, my friend, should you choose to accept it, is look at the lighter side of life and the afterlife. 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.