True stories about the afterlife. A scientist who returned "from there" spoke about the "afterlife". What does it look like from there on Earth?

REMOVE THE DEAD BABY!

Clinicians are inherently atheists. Most of them absolutely believe that the treatment they will prescribe will help. But there are times when the treatment does not help, and suddenly a real miracle happens, and the patient recovers in an unthinkable way, not yielding to any intelligible explanations.

And there are quite mystical cases that are remembered for a lifetime.

When I remember this episode in my life, I still get goosebumps. Therefore, impressionable natures do not recommend reading.

As a student, I was in practice in a maternity hospital. We were taken to the neonatal intensive care unit. An hour before our arrival, a newborn baby died there.
When a person dies in the hospital, it is supposed to keep him in the department for 2 hours, ascertain biological death, and only then take him to the pathological and anatomical department.

As a rule, after 2 hours the body becomes stiff. We approach the child after the allotted time together with the nurse. She examines him, is very frightened of something and begins to call the doctors. We cannot understand anything. Then she says: “The whole child is stiff, but the neck and head are not!”. And this means that the child, as it were, "looks around, who else to take with him."

As soon as she said this, another newborn child “gives cardiac arrest” nearby in the intensive care unit. All the crowd run to him, begin to reanimate. A 26 week old baby lay next to me in the incubator. Everything was relatively normal with him, he developed well outside the mother's body, and there was every chance for his further discharge in a healthy state. He also stops!

2 teams of doctors are working hard to save their lives!
And that nurse screams: “Urgently take the dead baby out of the department, call the workers, let them hammer nails into every corner of the intensive care ward!”

I tell you, doctors until the last believe in their treatment, but then, what the hell is not joking, they found a worker and he hammered a nail into every corner.

And, after a while, the condition of these two babies improved, and they successfully recovered.

We, the students, experienced a terrible shock! And that nurse said that in her practice this happened several times. Sometimes even these measures did not help, and the dead child "still took someone away."

SPOT OF COFFEE

This story was told to me by an aunt who was told to her by her friend. There lived a boy and a girl, they loved each other very much.

The guy was recalled to the army. And while he was in the service, his girlfriend died.

He came home, and his parents, so as not to injure him, did not tell him anything.

One day he was walking down the street and suddenly met her. They went to a cafe and ordered coffee, but Katya - that was the name of his girlfriend - spilled coffee on her snow-white skirt.

When they approached her house, he said: Let me take you! She answered with a categorical refusal. The next day he comes to her house and says: Call Katya.

Her parents sighed heavily and said that she had already died a long time ago. He said in surprise: How? We were with her yesterday in a cafe!

The parents made sure to dig up the grave. And when the coffin was opened, there was a stain of coffee on her snow-white skirt.

VERY TIGHT TIE

I want to tell you a strange story that happened "recently" to me, and after which I still can not come to my senses. It happened in the summer, when I, my friend, her brother and another young man went after the session to rest at one of the local recreation centers.
We rented a small house for four by the lake. I was very happy, because at that time I was very much in love with Leva, the guy who went with us.
And then one night, the following happened. There were two rooms in the house: in one, my friend and I slept, and in the other, my friend's brother and this very Lyova. I've never been a sleepwalker before, but what happened to me I don't even know what to call it. I’m sleeping and suddenly I wake up with the thought that Lyova’s tie is tied too tightly (although he didn’t wear a tie). And for some reason, he himself cannot untie it, and I think that if I don’t do this, Lyova will suffocate.
Something else was even more surprising: I seemed to wake up, but I see the whole room in blue light - a sleeping friend, all our things, furniture. I get out of bed and slowly walk into another room. I go in and look: my friend's brother and Lyova are sleeping, and everything is still seen in a blue light. There is complete silence. Leva, indeed, has a tie around his neck, tightened tightly, and his face is distorted. I sit on his bed and begin to untie my tie.
Suddenly, the unbelievable happens: it’s like they hit me on the head with a butt. I hear Levin's frightened cry, another exclamation, and suddenly the blue light disappears, and the world becomes normal. I'm sitting on Lyova's bed, and he looks at me with frightened eyes and shouts:
- Are you completely out of your mind?
I say:
I wanted to take off my tie. Then I look: of course, there is no tie. And friends have real horror in their eyes. In the end, they just called me a sleepwalker and a lunatic and sent me to my place. After that, I was ashamed to look Leva in the eyes. I did not expect this at all from myself, I tried to figure out what had happened for a long time.
Then everything was somehow forgotten, but two and a half months later, a witness of this case called me and my girlfriend and said that recently Leva had a fight with someone. He was alone, and there were four of them. The fight was serious, and they tried to strangle Lyova with a chain, wrapping it around his neck. Fortunately, at that moment more people arrived and separated the fighters. Levka was saved. A couple of days later, he called me himself and asked if I then untied the tie around his neck. I said that almost, but not completely, since he interfered with me. Now for some reason Leva is very grateful to me for this.

WINTER, EVENING, DECIDED TO GUESS ...

As a child, I was somehow left at home ... winter, evening ... well, it pulled me to tell fortunes. She lit candles, set another mirror opposite the mirror to make a corridor, and stared into it. Like my betrothed should come from there. yeah. Of course, he came to me 300 times ... I stared there for about 5 minutes and I see a dark figure appear from afar ... tall, black and scary. not a damn thing looks like a betrothed ... I was scared, but I myself can’t tear myself away from the mirror. The figure begins to quickly move from one wall of the corridor to another. but I remember that if something like this happens, you need to say “keep me away,” and cover the mirror with a thick cloth. I stand in a stupor ... there is no fabric. and THIS is getting closer and closer ... as a result, something pushed me. and the cat entered the room. The cat immediately arched over, hissing, all I could think of was throwing back the mirror I was holding and grabbing a pillow to throw into another mirror. the last thing I saw, before throwing the pillow, was how the mirrored corridor remained in the mirror... and the face approaching me... not even a face, but in general something incomprehensible and distorted. threw a pillow, jumped out of the room)) it was very scary ...
as a result, when I dared to enter the room, there was a crack on the mirror...

DID DEATH COME

It was at the cottage. there in our house a lot of all sorts of wickedness wanders, so this is not particularly surprising, but scary. Mom once went alone to the country. I decided to go to bed in a small room, in the only one where there are icons. Woke up in the middle of the night with a jolt. Look, the door to the room opens. and on the threshold a woman stands. tall. in a white dress .. and all shimmers ... as if she herself were woven from fabric. Mom, in shock and wild horror, sat up on the bed. can't say anything. Just a terrible horror seized everything. Do not scream, do not move in any way. And the woman looks at her, and holds out her hand. And mom feels that something is calling her and washes away right, stretch out her hand to her. I don’t know how long she sat like that, she didn’t give a hand. And the woman is standing, and in the mother’s head there is a female voice, “It’s true. It's still early for you. I'll come back". And that's it. let go. no aunt in white. and the door is closed. only mom sits on the bed, and her heart is pounding wildly.

And it was after my grandfather died. Mom's dad. I was still in school then. I came home after school, lay down to take a nap for an hour in my room. and in the next room the grandfather lay sick. And I wake up also from a push. I look, a woman in white enters the room. And next to her is a man in black robes. They entered and stood. I freaked out. I feel like I can't move at all. I look at them, and I can't say anything. very scary. And then a man holds out his hands to me. I lie down, I don't move. The woman is looking at me. And shakes his head, and points to the next room. One second and they're gone. I jump out of bed in horror. And then my mother comes into the room and says that my grandfather has just died ... Terribly ....

And a friend told me that a woman in white came to his father in the hospital and called with her. He refused .. he was very ill ... To which she told him. “Okay, I’ll be back in three days.” My father managed to tell my friend about this, about my aunt. And he died exactly three days later.

SLIPPERS FOR THE DEAD

In one Ukrainian village, such a case is told. The woman dreamed: her recently deceased daughter came to her and asked: “Mom, pass me the slippers, I have to walk a lot here, and my shoes are uncomfortable, with heels ...”. The mother did not see her daughter herself, she only heard her voice, and read the address on the envelope where the package should have been delivered. For some reason, she remembered this address well.

Waking up, the woman could not find a place for herself. I told my godfather about everything, and she advised me to buy slippers and take them. The mother of the deceased went to buy slippers, but they were not sold anywhere - the times were still “stagnant”. And then one friend accidentally turned up that somewhere she bought brand new slippers for herself and never had time to put them on. She took pity on the girl's mother and sold them to her. Moreover, the deceased wore just this size.

I had to go to Kiev. Somehow, the woman knew in advance which bus to take, as if someone was whispering in her ear. I asked the passengers where to get off, found the indicated street, house, apartment ... The front door was open, in the middle of the room there was a coffin, in it was a beautiful young dead man. The guest began to cry, then went up to the mother of the deceased, told her her dream and asked permission to put the bought slippers in the coffin. “We did not become our own in this world, but in that our children became related,” she said, saying goodbye.

All these stories testify that the other world exists according to some laws of its own, unknown to us, and its inhabitants are able to penetrate our reality in order to declare their needs ...

Believe it or not, but it really happened, and the story happened to me! This story happened in the summer, when I was only about 11 years old! It all started with the fact that my grandfather died, and my grandmother was left to live alone in a hut! at home! Mom decided to leave me to live with my grandmother for a while! Since I was a restless child. me, I slept near the wall. At night I woke up because my granny was snoring, trying to get out from under the covers, and already sitting on the bed to push the granny, because of her terrible snoring, but I turned my attention to the kitchen, which was in the next room, and seeing there that some old woman climbed out of the open cellar, and stubbornly looks at me! As I remember, she was dressed: a white scarf, some kind of dress, an apron! Looks like a real person! Without attaching importance, I went back to sleep !!!

Many years passed after that! Grandmother moved to live with us! Once we looked at family photos, and I recognized this old woman in the pictures, who crawled out of the underground, in my distant vision as a child! I was just horrified! I told my grandmother this story! And she confirmed it by the fact that during the war, there was a house in that place, and my grandfather lived in it! Everyone went to war, but he stayed, since he himself was still small, in order to fight, he stayed with his mother and his sister! One of the winters, his mother died, because of Typhoid, there was no money for a coffin, and he pulled out the boards from the kitchen floor, knocked together a coffin for her, and took her on a sleigh to the forest, burying her!

I still remember this appearance of an old woman, so there are still all sorts of creatures in the world that cause fear in us !!!

In ancient Greece, there was a belief that the dead could visit their former homes at night, especially if the household did not please them with something. Black skin color distinguished them from living people. Here is an example from the present. There lived an ordinary family: husband, wife, wife's daughter from the first marriage and their common son ... The husband, Alexander, once had, as they say, "golden hands". But then he began to drink and lost his job, and at the same time his human appearance ... He took valuable things out of the house, there was no money in the family ... Drunk to delirium tremens, Alexander beat his wife and children with mortal combat, chasing them with a knife, shouting what they want kill him, and shouted out threats: “You won’t get rid of me, I’ll get you from the other world!”
Once he was found dead in the yard of the house… The money for the funeral was borrowed from the neighbors. There was nothing to even put the dead man in the coffin. It was necessary, according to custom, to dress him in everything new and white, but nothing of this was found in the house - during his lifetime, the unfortunate man drank everything away ... Then the widow put on him the only old red dress shirt.
After the funeral, the mother and children went to bed. And then, late at night, the doorbell suddenly rang ... The daughter and mother went to open it at the same time. The girl looked through the peephole - oh horror! A man in a red shirt stood on the dimly lit landing. It was impossible to see the features of his face - it was somehow unnaturally black ... But the man muttered curses and curses in the voice of his dead stepfather! “Bitch, they didn’t even find a decent shirt to bury!” came to the girl.
Neither mother nor daughter opened the door or tried to speak to the intruder. Both silently prayed... The man turned his back to the door and, staggering, stepped back into the darkness... Finally, the uneven light of the bulb fell on his face, and both women saw with horror that it was the face of a dead man, blackened from decomposition...
"Wrong" commemorations
The head of one family, his name was Vladimir, drank heavily, although he was a good person. And he always told his wife to bury him, putting up only a box of vodka and dumplings for the wake. He tragically died in Omsk. There he had to be buried. The funeral was arranged by the rich, a lot of people gathered ... But they forgot about the order of the deceased ... And at night the children of the widowed woman heard her wheezing: “Help!” They rushed to her, and then in the hallway the front door slammed ... They see that the mother is sitting with her hands on her neck, and her skin has black bruises ... She said that Vladimir came, sat down by the bed and asked: “I asked you to bury me ? A box of vodka and dumplings! How did you bury me?" And he began to choke her ...
This once again proves that the requests and wishes of the dead should be taken seriously and carefully. Yes, and guess them ... For example, a real nightmare happened to Nikolai (let's call him that)!
Nikolai's father died. While the body was lying in the house, friends came to the son. They decided to take a steam bath together and at the same time remember the dead man. So they did...
After the bath, they sat down to drink vodka for the remembrance of the soul, and suddenly ... a piercing cry of a child came from the dressing room. They ran out to see - no one. We returned to the bath - again the child was crying, and as if very close!
They searched all the nooks and crannies, but they did not find anyone. The men did not feel comfortable. We returned to the house - and the dead man lies in a different position than before! Yes, and then covered with slimy. Nikolai realized that dad was offended: they left him, they left him alone ...
And on the fortieth day after his death, he appeared to Nikolai in a dream and began to reproach him for the fact that he then went to drink vodka with the peasants ...
Slippers for the deceased
In one Ukrainian village, such a case is told. The woman dreamed: her recently deceased daughter came to her and asked: “Mom, pass me the slippers, I have to walk a lot here, and my shoes are uncomfortable, with heels ...”. The mother did not see her daughter herself, she only heard her voice, and read the address on the envelope where the package should have been delivered. For some reason, she remembered this address well.
Waking up, the woman could not find a place for herself. I told my godfather about everything, and she advised me to buy slippers and take them. The mother of the deceased went to buy slippers, but they were not sold anywhere - the times were still “stagnant”. And then one friend accidentally turned up that somewhere she bought brand new slippers for herself and never had time to put them on. She took pity on the girl's mother and sold them to her. Moreover, the deceased wore just this size.
I had to go to Kiev. Somehow, the woman knew in advance which bus to take, as if someone was whispering in her ear. I asked the passengers where to get off, found the indicated street, house, apartment ... The front door was open, in the middle of the room there was a coffin, in it was a beautiful young dead man. The guest began to cry, then went up to the mother of the deceased, told her her dream and asked permission to put the bought slippers in the coffin. “We did not become our own in this world, but in that our children became related,” she said, saying goodbye.
All these stories testify that the other world exists according to some laws of its own, unknown to us, and its inhabitants are able to penetrate our reality in order to declare their needs ...

Meeting with representatives of the other world happened before and happens now, in our days. Here is a story of a woman, what is called "firsthand" about such a meeting.

That evening I saw off the mother of my friend, who had lived in our small town for more than fifty years. I came home late at night and couldn't sleep.

Evgenia became a widow for five years and lived literally ten minutes walk from my house. Her daughter, Yulia, my childhood friend, begged her mother to move to live with her in another city.
- Mom, I want you to be there. I don’t want to wake up every morning with only one thought that you are alone there, a hundred kilometers from me and my grandchildren.

As luck would have it, my eyes literally stuck together, but there was no sleep. Several times during the night I turned on the TV, picked up a book.
Then I decided to get over myself. I turned off the TV, put down the book, turned off the light and started counting.
"One... two... three... ten... eighty... one hundred and thirty... two hundred and fifty..."

And then ... Then the action unfolded according to the scenario of a science fiction film. Lying in bed, already almost asleep, I heard a soft knock on the window through my sleep. Lazily getting up, she went to the window and, opening the curtain, was horrified.

On the road outside my house was a funeral home bus with a black stripe down the middle. From it, my acquaintances, who left this world and moved to the “OTHER”, looked at me through the windows.

I felt my hands and toes get cold, sweat on my forehead and nose, my legs become cottony, and my tongue sticks to my palate. Goosebumps began to run through my body.

Near my window stood the father of my childhood friend Yulka and the husband of Evgenia, who had to leave our town early in the morning, Uncle Lenya.
- Sonya, why are you looking at me so scared? - he asked and, smiling at me, continued, - I won't do anything bad to you. Get dressed and go outside ... You need to talk ...
I continued to stand and looked in horror at the street through the window pane.
people started getting off the bus. I personally saw many of them in the coffin. They were wearing the same things in which they were seen by acquaintances and friends, seeing them off on their last journey.

Uncle Lena was approached by Tamara, a former colleague of my sister who died of cancer, leaving a two-year-old son.
- Why don't you come to us? - Tamara asked, - Do not be afraid of us ... We will not do anything bad to you ... You need to be afraid of the living, not the dead ...
- What are you doing here? - I asked frightened, thinking that DEATH came for me, - I don't want to die! I do not want! It's bad, it's scary and it's dark there...
- Look at me, - Uncle Lenya said and smiled again, - Look at me carefully ... Do I look bad?

For the last ten years of his life, Uncle Lenya was very often ill and was very overweight. In addition to asthma, he also had a bunch of other side diseases. Now in front of me stood a fit, lively man with clear eyes.

I live in a beautiful place, - he said, - in a pine forest ... This place is ideal for my health.
- What are you doing here? - I asked with a slurring tongue, - You are all dead.
- They came to visit you, earthlings, - a good friend of mine, who died in a car accident, intervened in the conversation.

I don't remember what happened next ... and how many minutes or seconds I stood with my mouth open. Then ... Then I asked them:
- What's there? On the other side of life? Is it scary there? Badly?
- No, - said Uncle Lenya, - the DEVIL is not so terrible as you draw it ... There is a different life ... Other concepts about life ...

Do you want to go back... to us... to Earth?
- We want peace... We want the Earthlings not to touch us, not offend us and remember that we are always there for you, we follow your life...
- Follow? I asked scared.
- So, I came to see how my wife will leave our house ... It's hard for her to do this ... It's hard ... So I came to help her, support her ...

Uncle Lenya, - after a short silence, I asked, - Do you want to join us? In our life?
- My mission on Earth is over... I did everything I could... Now I'm at home.
- Houses? - I asked in bewilderment, - How is it at home? I am at home... But you are not at home... You are in a coffin...
“Ha-ha-ha,” the dead men laughed merrily.

Sonechka, - said Tamara, - It's you who is a guest ... An earthly guest ... And the coffin ... So we leave your world ...
- Just do not try to tell me that it is good there ... That there is an afterlife kingdom, and everyone lives happily ever after, like in a fairy tale.
- Why does everyone live happily ever after, like in a fairy tale?! No... Life there is not heavenly either... One must also work and live there... There is eternity... And here is the stop...

I no longer remember what I asked, what they told me, I only remember one thing, that I asked several questions, which to this day make me think about a lot.
- How often do you visit us, and how often do you want to see us?
“Practically none of us is drawn to Earth… But there are exceptions… Grandparents who have small grandchildren want to see the kids… They come to them at night when they are fast asleep,” Uncle Lenya said.
- I want to see my son ... Hold him close ... I left him so small, so helpless ... I left him when he needed me so much ... I don’t visit him very often ... I don’t have time for this, - with annoyance in his voice said Tamara.

We have our own life, and don’t bother us over trifles… Don’t come to the grave when you feel like it… Don’t disturb us… Don’t torment us and don’t torment our souls… There is a church for this… Go there… Pray for the repose of our souls,” he said uncle Lena.
- Why?
- You are invading another world... A world incomprehensible to you... The time will come when you yourself will understand everything...

Who feels bad there, in this OTHER world?
- Who is bad? To the one who sentenced himself and took his own LIFE... It's scary... It's very scary... WE, our world, do not accept these people, and in yours they are already dead... They are trying to settle down with the dead, but this is impossible... God gave man life, and only God can take it away from us.
- Uncle Lenya, don't scare me. Are you trying to say that a murderer... A person who took the life of another lives better in your world than the one who decides his own fate?
- Probably, yes ... These people are slaves ... They accept newcomers ... They work with them ... They adapt with them ... They teach them to live according to our laws ...

The alarm went off in the room...

I stood in the middle of the room in clothes and was shaking with fear ... To this day I still can’t understand what it was: a DREAM OR ...

And if OR...

Stuttering, I began to talk about the night aliens.
After the story was told, there was silence in the accounting department. An older woman interrupted her.
“This is a miracle,” she said, “Formerly, those people who took their own lives were buried outside the cemetery gates and they were not buried in the church ...

A year later, my friend comes to me and says:
- I had such a life situation ... I didn’t see a way out ... My mother died, my husband went to another ... I didn’t want to live at all ... I decided to cut my veins ... I filled the bath with water, took a knife and ... At that moment I remembered your story about night guests… I was scared… I was scared that in that world I didn’t understand, I would suffer even more. Two days later, I met Sasha ... Now we are waiting for our son ... There are simply no hopeless situations ... If you can’t fight, then you just need to wait out this unsuccessful period.

One of the main questions for all remains the question of what awaits us after death. For millennia, unsuccessful attempts have been made to unravel this mystery. In addition to conjectures, there are real facts confirming that death is not the end of the human path.

There are a large number of videos about paranormal phenomena that have conquered the Internet. But even in this case, there are a lot of skeptics who say that the videos can be faked. It is difficult to disagree with them, because a person is not inclined to believe in what he cannot see with his own eyes.

There are many stories of people coming back from the dead when they were about to die. How to perceive such cases is a matter of faith. However, often even the most hardened skeptics have changed themselves and their lives, faced with situations that cannot be explained with the help of logic.

Religion about death

The vast majority of religions in the world have teachings about what awaits us after death. The most common is the doctrine of Heaven and Hell. Sometimes it is supplemented with an intermediate link: "walking" through the world of the living after death. Some peoples believe that such a fate awaits suicides and those who have not finished something important on this Earth.

This concept is seen in many religions. For all the difference, they are united by one thing: everything is tied to good and bad, and the posthumous state of a person depends on how he behaved during his lifetime. It is impossible to write off the religious description of the afterlife. Life after death exists - inexplicable facts confirm this.

One day something amazing happened to a priest who was the pastor of the Baptist Church in the United States of America. A man was driving his car home from a meeting about the construction of a new church, but a truck flew towards him. The accident could not be avoided. The collision was so strong that the man fell into a coma for a while.

An ambulance arrived shortly, but it was too late. The man's heart was not beating. The doctors confirmed the cardiac arrest by rechecking. They had no doubt that the man was dead. Around the same time, the police arrived at the scene of the accident. Among the officers there was a Christian who saw a cross in the priest's pocket. Immediately he noticed his clothes and realized who was in front of him. He could not send God's servant on his last journey without prayer. He spoke the words of prayer as he climbed into the dilapidated car and took the hand of the man with no beating heart. While reading the lines, he heard a barely perceptible groan, which plunged him into shock. He checked his pulse again and realized that he could clearly feel the pulse of blood. Later, when the man miraculously recovered and began to live his former life, this story became popular. Perhaps the man really returned from the other world to finish important things at the behest of God. One way or another, they could not give a scientific explanation for this, because the heart cannot start on its own.

The priest himself said more than once in his interviews that he saw only white light and nothing more. He could take advantage of the situation and say that the Lord himself spoke to him or that he saw angels, but he did not. A couple of reporters claimed that when asked about what the person saw in this afterlife dream, he smiled discreetly, and his eyes filled with tears. Perhaps he really saw something intimate, but did not want to make it public.

When people are in a short coma, their brain does not have time to die during this time. That is why it is worth paying attention to the numerous stories that people, being between life and death, saw a light so bright that even through closed eyes it seeps as if the eyelids are transparent. One hundred percent of people came back to life and told that the light began to move away from them. Religion interprets this very simply - their time has not yet come. A similar light was seen by the Magi approaching the cave where Jesus Christ was born. It is the radiance of paradise, the afterlife. No one saw angels, God, but felt the touch of higher powers.

Dreams are another matter. Scientists have proven that we can dream anything that our brain can imagine. In a word, dreams are not limited by anything. It happens that people see their dead relatives in dreams. If 40 days have not passed after death, then this means that the person really talked to you from the afterlife. Unfortunately, dreams cannot be analyzed objectively from two points of view - from scientific and religious-esoteric, because it's all about sensations. You may dream of the Lord, angels, heaven, hell, ghosts and whatever, but you do not always feel that the meeting was real. It happens that in dreams we remember the deceased grandparents or parents, but only occasionally does a real spirit come to someone in a dream. We all understand that it will not be realistic to prove our feelings, so no one spreads their impressions further than beyond the family circle. Those who believe in the afterlife, and even those who doubt, wake up after such dreams with a completely different view of the world. Spirits can predict the future, which has happened more than once in history. They can show discontent, joy, sympathy.

There are quite a famous story that took place in Scotland in the early 70s of the 20th century with an ordinary builder. A residential building was being built in Edinburgh. The construction worker was Norman MacTagert, who was 32 years old. He fell from a rather great height, lost consciousness and fell into a coma for a day. Shortly before that, he dreamed of a fall. After he woke up, he told what he saw in a coma. According to the man, it was a long journey, because he wanted to wake up, but he could not. First he saw that same blinding bright light, and then he met his mother, who said that she always wanted to become a grandmother. The most interesting thing is that as soon as he regained consciousness, his wife told him about the most pleasant news that is possible - Norman was supposed to become a dad. The woman found out about the pregnancy on the day of the tragedy. The man had serious health problems, but he not only survived, but also continued to work and feed his family.

In the late 90s, something very unusual happened in Canada.. The doctor on duty at a Vancouver hospital was taking calls and filling out paperwork, but then she saw a little boy in white pajamas for the night. He yelled from the other end of the emergency room, "Tell my mom not to worry about me." The girl was frightened that one of the patients had left the ward, but then she saw the boy go through the closed doors of the hospital. His house was a couple of minutes from the hospital. That's where he ran. The doctor was alarmed by the fact that it was three in the morning on the clock. She decided that she must by all means catch up with the boy, because even if he is not a patient, he must be reported to the police. She ran after him for just a couple of minutes, until the child ran into the house. The girl began to ring the doorbell, after which the mother of that same boy opened the door for her. She said that it was impossible for her son to leave the house, because he was very sick. She burst into tears and went to the room where the baby lay in his crib. It turned out that the boy had died. The story received a great response in society.

In the brutal World War II one ordinary Frenchman fired back from the enemy for almost two hours during a battle in the city . Next to him was a man about 40 years old, who covered him from the other side. It is impossible to imagine how great was the surprise of an ordinary soldier of the French army, who turned in that direction to say something to his partner, but realized that he had disappeared. A few minutes later, the cries of the approaching allies were heard, hurrying to the rescue. He and several other soldiers ran out to meet the help, but the mysterious partner was not among them. He searched for him by name and rank, but never found that same fighter. Perhaps it was his guardian angel. Doctors say that in such stressful situations, slight hallucinations are possible, but a conversation with a man for an hour and a half cannot be called an ordinary mirage.

There are many such stories about life after death. Some of them are confirmed by eyewitnesses, but the doubters still call it a fake and try to find scientific justification for the actions of people and their visions.

Real facts about the afterlife

Since ancient times, there have been cases when people saw ghosts. They were first photographed and then filmed. Some people think that this is a montage, but later they are personally convinced of the veracity of the pictures. Numerous stories cannot be considered proof of the existence of life after death, so people need evidence and scientific facts.

Fact one: many have heard that after death a person becomes lighter by exactly 22 grams. Scientists cannot explain this phenomenon in any way. Many believers tend to believe that 22 grams is the weight of the human soul. Many experiments were carried out, which ended with the same result - the body became lighter by a certain amount. Why is the main question. People's skepticism cannot be destroyed, so many hope that an explanation will be found, but this is unlikely to happen. Ghosts can be seen by the human eye, hence their "body" has mass. Obviously, everything that has some kind of shape must be at least partly physical. Ghosts exist in larger dimensions than we do. There are 4 of them: height, width, length and time. Time is not subject to ghosts from the point of view from which we see it.

Fact two: the air temperature near the ghosts decreases. This is typical, by the way, not only for the souls of dead people, but also for the so-called brownies. All this is the result of the action of the afterlife in reality. When a person dies, the temperature around him immediately decreases sharply, literally for a moment. This indicates that the soul leaves the body. The temperature of the soul is about 5-7 degrees Celsius, as measurements show. During paranormal phenomena, the temperature also changes, so scientists have proven that this happens not only during immediate death, but also afterwards. The soul has a certain radius of influence around itself. Many horror films use this fact to bring the shooting closer to reality. Many people confirm that when they felt the movement of a ghost or some kind of entity next to them, they were very cold.

Here is an example of a paranormal video showing real ghosts.

The authors claim that this is not a joke, and the experts who watched this compilation say that about half of all such videos are the real truth. Particularly noteworthy is the part of this video where the girl is pushed by the ghost in the bathroom. Experts report that physical contact is possible and absolutely real, and the video is not a fake. Almost all pictures of moving pieces of furniture can be true. The problem is that it is very easy to fake such a video, but there was no acting in the moment where the chair next to the sitting girl began to move by itself. There are very, very many such cases around the world, but no less of those who just want to promote their video and become famous. Distinguishing fake from the truth is difficult, but real.

This is the story of a man whose life was cut short by tragedy. British journalist William T. Stead (1849-1912) contributed to various newspapers in his time and, in addition, showed an increased interest in parapsychology. He wrote several books on the subject, such as From the Old World to the New; moreover, he possessed the gift of a medium. William Stead himself, as a reporter, took part in the maiden voyage of the infamous Titanic in 1912. The ship was heading to the United States, and as a result of this voyage, it was supposed to receive the Blue Ribbon of the Atlantic. Due to frivolous mistakes that were made in the management of the ship, on the night of April 14-15, a collision occurred with an iceberg in the northern part of the Atlantic.

The Titanic, which was called nothing less than unsinkable, split into two parts and sank in a few hours, taking 1517 human lives with it. Among them was William Stead. Two days later, through the mouth of Mrs. Wreedt, a medium from Detroit, he gave accurate information about the catastrophe. He told in more detail later, controlling the hand of his daughter Estelle Stead, who also had the gift of a medium. Here are excerpts from the detailed account she recorded of the late Stead:

“I want to tell you where a person goes after he dies and ends up. I was glad that in everything that I heard or read about the other world, there was such a weighty share of truth. Since, although in general, even during my lifetime, I was sure of the correctness of these views, doubts did not leave me, despite all the arguments of reason. That is why I was so happy when I realized to what extent everything here corresponds to earthly descriptions.

I was still near the place of my death and could observe what was happening there. was in full swing, and people fought a desperate battle with the inexorable elements for their lives. Their attempts to stay alive gave me strength. I could help them! In an instant, my state of mind changed, deep helplessness replaced by purpose. My only desire was to help people in need. I believe that I actually saved many.

I will skip describing those minutes. The denouement was close. It felt like we were going on a trip on a ship, and those assembled on board were patiently waiting for all the other passengers to board the ship. I mean, we were waiting for the end, when we could say with relief: the saved are saved, the dead are alive!

Suddenly, everything around us changed, and it was as if we were actually on a trip. We, the souls of the drowned, were a strange team that set off on a journey with an unknown goal. The experiences that we experienced in connection with this were so unusual that I will not undertake to describe them. Many of the souls, realizing what had happened to them, plunged into painful reflections and thought with sadness about their loved ones left on earth, as well as about the future. What awaits us in the coming hours? Are we to face the Master? What will be His judgment?

Others were as if stunned and did not react at all to what was happening, as if they did not realize or perceive anything. There was a feeling that they were again experiencing a catastrophe, but now - a catastrophe of the spirit and soul. All together we were a truly strange and somewhat sinister team. Human souls in search of a new haven, a new home.

During the crash, in just a few minutes, hundreds of dead bodies were in the icy water. Many souls simultaneously rose into the air. One recent cruise ship passenger guessed he was dead and was horrified that he couldn't bring his belongings with him. Many desperately tried to save what was so important to them in earthly life. I think everyone will believe me when I say that the unfolding events on the sinking ship were by no means the most joyful and pleasant. But even they did not fall under any comparison with what was happening at the same time beyond the limits of earthly life. The sight of the unfortunate souls so abruptly pulled out of earthly life was absolutely depressing. It was as heartbreaking as it was repulsive, disgusting.

So, we waited for everyone who had fallen that night to go on a trip to an unfamiliar to gather. The movement itself was amazing, much more unusual and strange than I expected. The sensation was such that we, being on a large platform, which is held by someone's invisible hand, take off vertically upwards with incredible speed. Despite this, I did not have any feeling of insecurity. There was a feeling that we were moving in a precisely defined direction and on a planned trajectory.

I can't say exactly how long the flight was, nor how far off the ground. The place we ended up in was fabulous. It felt like we were suddenly transported from a gloomy and foggy area somewhere in England to a luxurious Indian sky. Everything around radiated beauty. Those of us who had accumulated knowledge about the other world during our earthly life understood that we were in a place where the souls of suddenly dead people find shelter.

We felt that the very atmosphere of these places has a healing effect. Each newcomer had a feeling that he was filled with some kind of life-giving force, and soon he already felt cheerful and gained peace of mind.

So we arrived, and as strange as it may sound, each of us was proud of ourselves. Everything around was so bright, alive, so real and physically tangible - in a word, as real as the world we left behind.

Friends and relatives, who had died earlier, immediately approached everyone who arrived with heartfelt greetings. After that, we - I'm talking about those who, by the will of fate, went on a journey on that ill-fated ship and whose lives were cut short overnight - parted. Now we were all our own masters again, who were surrounded by dear friends who had come into this world earlier.

So, I have already told you about what was our extraordinary flight and what was the arrival in a new life for us. Next, I would like to talk about the first impressions and experiences that I experienced. To begin with, I’ll make a reservation that I can’t say exactly at what time, relative to the moment of the crash and my departure from life, these events took place. Everything seemed to me a continuous sequence of events; As for being in the other world, I had no such sensation.

Next to me was my good friend and my father. He stayed with me to help me get used to the new environment where I now had to live. Everything that happened was no different from a simple trip to another country, where you are met by a good friend who helps you get used to the new environment. I was surprised to my core when I realized this.

The eerie scenes I witnessed during and after the shipwreck were already in the past. Due to the fact that during such a short time in the other world I experienced such a huge number of impressions, the events of the catastrophe that occurred the previous night were perceived by me as if they had happened 50 years ago. That is why the worries and anxious thoughts about loved ones who remained in earthly life did not overshadow the joyful feeling that the beauty of the new world evoked in me.

I'm not saying that there were no unfortunate souls. There were many of them, but they were unhappy only for the reason that they did not realize the connection between life in the earthly and the other world, could not understand anything and tried to resist what was happening. Those of us who knew about a strong connection with the earthly world and our possibilities were overwhelmed with a sense of joy and peace. That state of ours can be described in these words: give us the opportunity to enjoy a little new life and the beauty of the local nature before we announce all the news about the house. This is how carefree and serene we felt upon arrival in the new world.

Returning to my first impressions, I want to say one more thing. I'm happy to say with good reason that my old sense of humor hasn't gone anywhere. I can guess that the following can amuse a lot of skeptics and scoffers, who consider the events I have described to be nonsense. I have nothing against it. I'm even glad that my little book will impress them even in this way. When their turn comes, they will find themselves in the same position that I will now describe. Knowing this makes it possible for me, with a certain amount of irony, to say to such people: “Stay with your opinion, for me personally it means nothing.”

In the company of my father and my friend, I set out on my journey. One of the observations struck me to the depths of my soul: as it turned out, I was wearing the same clothes as in the last minutes of earthly life. I absolutely could not understand how it happened and how I managed to move to another world in the same suit.

My father was in the suit I had seen him in during his lifetime. Everything and everything around looked completely "normal", the same as on earth. We walked next to each other, breathed fresh air, talked about common friends who are now both in the other world and in the physical world we have left. I had something to tell my relatives, and they, in turn, told me a lot about old friends and the peculiarities of life here.

There was something else that surprised me about the surrounding area: its extraordinary colors. Let us recall what a general impression that particular play of colors that is characteristic of the English countryside can make on a traveler. We can say that it is dominated by gray-green tones. Immediately there was no doubt about this: the landscape concentrated in itself all shades of pale blue. Do not just think that houses, trees, people also had this heavenly hue, but still the overall impression was undeniable.

I told my father about this, who, by the way, looked much more cheerful and younger than in the last years of his earthly life. Now we could be mistaken for brothers. So, I mentioned that I see everything around in blue, and the father explained that my perception did not deceive me. The heavenly light here actually has a strong blue glow, making this area especially suitable for souls in need of rest, because the waves of blue have a miraculous healing effect.

Here some of the readers will probably object, believing that all this is pure fiction. I will answer them: don't there exist such places on earth, one stay in which contributes to the cure of certain diseases? Turn on your mind and common sense, understand, in the end, that the distance between the earthly and the other world is very small. As a consequence, the relations that exist in these two worlds must be similar in many respects. How is it possible that an indifferent person after death would immediately pass into a state of absolute divine essence? This does not happen! Everything is development, ascent and progress. This applies to both people and worlds. The "next" world is only an addition to the already existing world in which you reside.

The sphere of another life is inhabited by people whose destinies are mixed in the most bizarre way. Here I met people of all social classes, races, skin tones, physique. Despite the fact that everyone lived together, everyone was busy thinking about himself. Everyone was focused on their needs and immersed in the world of their interests. What in earthly life would have had dubious consequences, here was a necessity from the point of view of both the common and individual good. Without immersion in this kind of special state, it would be impossible to talk about further development and recovery.

Because of such a general immersion in one's own personality, peace and tranquility reigned here, which is especially noteworthy given the eccentricity of the local population described above. Without such concentration on oneself, it would be impossible to enter this state. Everyone was busy with themselves, and the presence of some was hardly recognized by others.

This is the reason why I had the opportunity to meet not many local residents. Those who greeted me upon my arrival here disappeared, with the exception of my father and a friend. But I was not at all upset about this, as I finally got the opportunity to fully enjoy the beauty of the local landscape.

We often met and took long walks along the seashore. Nothing here reminded of earthly resorts with their jazz bands and promenades. Silence, peace and love reigned everywhere. Buildings rose to our right, and the sea lapped softly to our left. Everything around it radiated a soft light and reflected the unusually rich blue of the local atmosphere.

I don't know how long our walks were. We talked with enthusiasm about everything new that was revealed to me in this world: about local life and people; about relatives left at home; about the opportunity to communicate with them and tell what happened to me during this time. I think we traveled really considerable distances during such conversations.

If you imagine a world roughly the size of England, with every conceivable species of animals, buildings, landscapes, not to mention people, then you will have a vague idea of ​​what the terrain of another world looks like. It probably sounds implausible, fantastic, but believe me: life in the other world is like a trip to an unfamiliar country, nothing more, except that every moment of being there was unusually interesting and fulfilling for me.

Further, William Stead describes in detail the new places of the afterlife and the events that happened to him. But one should not assume that every dead person ends up after death in such a world. Even if this happens, this does not mean at all that the deceased can or will have to be in such a place for eternity. And after death, the opportunity for further development of the soul does not disappear anywhere ...