a density or fog about us. To this day, I don't know why I did this, but I looked at him and said, “Rich, you have to give me proof that this is really you.” He looked at me with a comforting glance and walked over to a desk picking up a cell phone. On the cell phone was a picture of him, his wife, and his son.
He then spoke to me again saying, “Boston is O.K.” I had no idea what this meant, but the next thing I knew I was going through a window and found myself on the street looking up at a pickup truck. In the bed of this pickup truck was Rich standing behind his wife and son. He looked at me motioning for me to give his family the message. I don't remember anything much after that except for waking up, panting, and sweating in a sitting position feeling like something had just hit me in my chest.
I must admit I was scared and confused. Nothing like this had ever happened to me before. Though I could not understand what just happened, I was certain that I had to get this message to his wife. It was about 8:00 a.m., and my husband was already at work. I rushed quickly to call John and told him what had just happened. His response was nothing that I didn't expect. “You've got to be kidding me,” he yelled. “You want me to call Rich's wife who just lost her husband and tell her that he said that ‘Boston is O.K.'?” He was convinced that I had lost my senses.
I persisted telling him that I was certain the experience had been real and not a dream. It had been unlike anything that I had ever experienced. As I would later find out, I had just experienced a form of OBE (out-of-body experience) known as astral travel. When this occurs, the soul leaves the physical body to travel in its astral body to other dimensions or realms of reality. My husband listened reluctantly but finally agreed to forward to Rich's sister-in-law an e-mail written by me explaining what had occurred. He would ask her to forward the e-mail to Rich's wife only if she felt it was appropriate.
The following week we were on vacation when my husband received a response on his BlackBerry from Rich's sister-in-law. In short, she explained that her sister was considering moving to Boston where their brother lived. But, because they had purchased their home just before her husband's untimely death, she felt guilty about moving. My husband read this message to himself but did not grasp what the message meant until he read the e-mail aloud to me.
We both looked at each other in complete shock. I had never even met his wife let alone know that she had a brother in Boston. Now, it all made perfect sense to me. His words, “Boston is OK”, were meant to let his wife know that she need not feel guilty about moving. He was telling her that it was alright with him.
At first, I honestly did not know what to think. A deceased friend had given me a message in my dreams that had actually been validated. What next? What did this mean? While I had no doubt that I had visited with Rich's spirit and that he was alive and well, my ego self had difficulty processing this information. Yet, while my unconditioned self or spirit believed what I had experienced was perhaps more real than anything I had witnessed on this earth, my ego self was afraid and doubtful. After all, I reasoned, if Rich were dead and if he did, in fact, communicate with me, then, not only was this confirmation of the existence of an afterlife, but it also pointed to the possibility of the dead being able to communicate with the living.
I did not realize it then, but this event would ultimately lead me on a spiritual quest which would later result in the book you now hold in your hands. I had been given a gift. Not only did Rich communicate with me, but he also gave me information that his family was able to validate. Surely, if this event had happened to me, then others must have had similar experiences.
Before I go further, I feel compelled to tell you a little about myself. I was born with a disability (cerebral palsy) and suffer from severe bilateral hearing loss. I was the youngest of three with one brother and one sister. My parents, hard-working Italian immigrants, did everything possible to provide us with the best life possible and raised us as devout Roman Catholics.
I strongly believe in God, Higher Power, or Supreme Presence and always will. I believe in the power of prayer. I am married to a wonderful man and have two beautiful daughters, Erica and Lia, who come first and foremost in my life. To me, the only thing that matters is love. I wish to make one thing clear and that is I would never do anything that I believed was evil or even remotely associated with the “occult,” devil, or Satan. There are many who believe that Satan pretends to be the spirit of the deceased in an attempt to deceive the living. While I will not try to sway anyone who chooses to take that stance, I have to wonder why something so evil would want to bring joy to someone else. Why would the devil want to bring comfort to the living? Jesus himself made many “visits from heaven” appearing before many of his disciples after his death.
The beginning of my search led me to the story of Dr. Elisabeth Kübler-Ross, a psychiatrist who pioneered the study of death and dying and is credited with raising awareness about bereavement issues. Dr. Kübler-Ross frequently told a now famous story about a former patient of hers named Mrs. Schwartz who had appeared to her to ask that she not give up her work. As the story goes, Dr. Kübler-Ross was making her way over to an elevator after the conclusion of one her seminars on death and dying when she noticed a woman who looked very familiar. The woman approached her and asked if she could accompany the doctor to her office. At this point, Dr. Kübler-Ross recognized the woman as a patient who had passed away about ten months prior and began to second guess herself.
Dr. Kübler-Ross was sure that this was, in fact, Mrs. Schwartz, but how could this be? She even touched her skin to see if it were cold or warm or if it would disappear when touched. But Mrs. Schwartz was still there. When they arrived at Dr. Kübler-Ross' office, Mrs. Schwartz opened the door and told her that she had come to thank her for all the help she had given her and to ask her to promise not to give up her work on death and dying.
The doctor went to her desk and did a reality check, but Mrs. Schwartz was still there and again asked her to promise not to discontinue her work. She agreed but asked Mrs. Schwartz first to sign and write a note. Mrs. Schwartz did as she was requested, walked out, and disappeared.
The doctor kept the note and later told this story many times. Although Kübler-Ross considered having fingerprint and handwriting experts examine the note to determine if they matched up with those of Mrs. Schwartz, she never did. “Death is simply a shedding of the physical body like the butterfly shedding its cocoon,” Dr. Kübler-Ross later wrote. “It is a transition to a higher state of consciousness where you continue to perceive, to understand, to laugh, and to be able to grow.”
At the onset of my spiritual quest, I visited with a local medium from New Jersey named Artie Hoffman. This was my first visit with a medium, and I had no idea what to expect. To say that it was more than I could ever have imagined is an understatement. The reading which was scheduled to take thirty minutes took well over two hours. One by one my deceased relatives came through with validation after validation. I was just amazed by Artie's accuracy.
I bring him up, though, because of a message he gave me. Artie told me that I was working on a book that was meant to be written. “You are being guided by the Other Side and will be given many validations.” This message confirmed what I had already known deep within and marked the beginning of my receiving several validations.
When the spirit of my father-in-law came through, for instance, he told my husband and me that we would receive a very special hello in the clouds. “I don't know what it's going to be, but I am being told that it will be well defined. As soon as you see it, you'll know what it is.”
Five months later I was returning home from an evening at the mall with my family. As we made our way up the walkway to the front door, my eight-year-old daughter Erica exclaimed, “Mommy, look at that cloud!” My husband, six-year-old daughter Lia, and I immediately looked up at the night sky. What lay above me took my breath away…a beautiful cloud in the shape of an angel. Erica began yelling, “It's an angel! It's an angel!” All four of us witnessed the precise outline of its gown
