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Being curious I made an appointment with this psychic. She lived in a high rise building on the waterfront in our city. She was elderly (at least by my standards then) and very polite as I asked her how much she charged for these sessions. She thought that I might have been aware, that she never charges. She simply felt it was a gift that was given to her by God, and felt that if she ever charged she would lose the gift. And she never advertises but simply accepts people who come to her, feeling that she is there to offer whatever comes up.

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For awhile then, we talked about the birds that visit her on her balcony. She seemed very normal to me, but then all of a sudden she began speaking harshly to someone who was not even there, or who should not be there. She kept saying: "Go away. You don't belong here. Please... just leave."

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"Do you know who this person?" she asked me.

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"Yes...yes," she said excitedly. "He is so excited and he wonders if you will help him?"

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"Before he passed, neither he nor his wife, believed in life after death. They felt that once you died, that was it. Nothing more. But now he sees his wife weeping for him, and even though he has been desperately trying to reach her, he can't get through to her. But he wants you to? tell her something. For you to tell his wife, that life doesn't finish with death. That he is still with her, even though she can't see him. Would you tell her this?"?

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As she came right up to me, I relayed the message that I had received at the psychic's, from her husband. And she was so relieved and kept thanking me, as she cried and cried, telling me, over and over again: "I just knew it. I have been feeling his presence with me, and you just confirmed what I was already feeling."

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But that is not really the end of the story. From then on, I began hearing this inner voice. Nothing startling. Just little messages. Like, take this route today, and then finding that on the other route, there had been an accident ... things like that.? This went on for a few months, when I read somewhere about a book called "A Course in Miracles," and the voice in my head said: "this is where you will find all the answers that you are seeking."

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As the voice was quite persistent, I went to our local new age bookstore and indeed found such a book, or rather set of books, for they were in a set of three, but the price seemed a little too steep.

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So I didn't buy it the first time, but the voice would not give up, and? kept on insisting that these books held all the answers that I was seeking.

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Finally I relented and purchased them. And was quite eager to look at these books that held all the answers for me. And was completely shocked and turned off, when I looked through them, and they seemed to be, nothing but a lot of Christian mumbo jumbo. I can't tell you how turned off I was. Especially, I was so angry at this voice that I had begun to think was so trustworthy.

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Every now and then I would try to look through the books, but I couldn't make heads or tails of it. It almost seemed as though it was written in a foreign language. This continued until the beginning of 1981, when I finally relented,? by volunteering to give a year to this Course. A year in which I would do the lessons, and try to understand the Text. And if it didn't work, I would simply discard the books.

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Peace Martha

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Martha, I just LOVE this story! Thanks! I know a couple of people with whom I could share it. My daughter and the leader of a Course group I attend who seems to be talking quite a bit about life after death these days. There may be more, but these are who came to mind right now.

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Before the Course being a part of my life, (which would be 1980) I was telling someone about this amazing psychic that I had been to. She told me things that almost knocked my socks off with there accuracy. And I happened to mention this to someone else. And this person in turn told me there was another psychic that I should go and see.

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>>Thanks! I know a couple of people with whom I could share it. My daughter and the leader of a Course group I attend who seems to be talking quite a bit about life after death these days. There may be more, but these are who came to mind right now.<<

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I enjoy your sharing also. After having a NDE in my early twenties, even though I was never particularly religious, I somehow never doubted that as spirit, I would live on, and that somehow we are all connected. I just wish that I would not go back to forgetting so easily.

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