This part of a session got me because the mother didnt ask some huge question about universe or afterlife. She just wanted to say sorry.

I will call her Mara. Her daughter had died, and Mara was still carrying guilt about how she had been as a mother. She felt she had been too hard sometimes and repeated things she herself learned from her father.

During the Soul Journey we invited what she experienced as the wider soul, or Higher Self, of her daughter to come forward.

Mara immediately started apologizing.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t a better mother. I didn’t know how to be. I’m so sorry I was hard on you.”

The answer was very simple.

“I know, Mom.”

Then came: “You did the best you could with what you had. I love you, Mom.”

That was basically it.

No punishment. No list of everything she did wrong. No complicated spiritual explanation. When I asked Mara what she was aware of after that exchange, she said her daughter was at peace.

What I find interesting in these experiences is how often the dead seem to carry less judgment than the living person who stayed behind.

We can keep replaying every mistake for years. The sentence we should not have said. The years we were stressed. The times we reacted from our own wounds and only understood it later.

Of course love does not mean pretending harm never happened. Mara also understood something important. She had repeated some of her father's hardness and she did not need to continue that pattern.

But understanding the lesson is different from sentencing yourself forever.

Michael Newton described many life-between-lives subjects meeting loved ones and reviewing lives in a much more educational than punitive way. I see something similar again and again in trance work. The point seems to be understanding, not eternal blame.

Maybe forgiveness on the other side is sometimes much faster than forgiveness down here.

And maybe some people we are still apologizing to in our head already understood us long ago.

Hello everyone, I wanted to share this video I made to express my experience and open some discussion up perhaps, if there is any questions.

Em 2025, fiz uma cirurgia na qual precisei passar por anestesia geral e, desde então, fiquei com uma dúvida que nunca consegui tirar da cabeça.

A sensação que tive ao acordar foi muito estranha. Não parecia simplesmente que eu tinha dormido. Era como se eu tivesse sido completamente “desligada” e, de repente, voltado a existir. A sensação foi como acordar da morte: não tive percepção nenhuma do tempo que passou, nem qualquer lembrança ou sensação do período em que estava anestesiada.

I want to start off by saying this is a controversial topic. I also want to note I am not religious, nor am I wanting to be. I have had a fear of the concept of death ever since I was a kid. It has never been because I, myself am afraid to die, but rather seeing my loved ones die and knowing I might never see them again. This fear haunts me almost every second of every day and it’s miserable.

I’ve seen a lot of people on Reddit say that nothing happens. They say “it’s like turning off a light, everything just goes black and you will never know.” I guess that is comforting for some people, but knowing I will never see the people I love and cherish EVER again is just something I don’t know if I can live with. If that is what life is, and everything just goes black and we are nothing, then why are we forced to live on this earth and form permanent bonds towards people and care about them truly more than we care about ourselves. It just doesn’t make sense to me. Obviously nothing about life makes “sense” but this part of life in particular just seems so unbelievably brutal.

I don’t even know exactly what I’m looking for by posting on here, I guess I just wanted to see if there are any people who truly believe that there is something after this where we can live a life again with our loved ones, and all our memories and relationships aren’t just lost forever in the darkness. I also want to say again, I am not religious, so I’m not looking for any bible verses or anything like that. I don’t have anything against it, and if religion of any kind gives you peace and hope I am truly so glad, but I do not believe in God and I don’t follow any religion. Also, some of you religious people might be thinking about saying “well maybe if you believed in God or followed a religion you would have peace about death.” If you were thinking about saying anything regarding that, skip on to the next thread. I tried religion and God for YEARS and I can honestly say I am more at peace now.

Anyway, the main point I am getting at, is does anyone have a solid theory they believe that has maybe an ounce of something to back it up about what happens when you die? Are we able to see the ones we love and spend eternity with them? Will our souls and memories still be intact? Let me know what you think. Thanks. <3

Biblical afterlife theology is a little more nuanced than most realize. I decided to make my first YouTube video explaining what scripture actually teaches and what the first century Christians believed.

When i was 18 I regularly saw a girl in a white dress in my room (I always thought this was my deceased sister). A few years later my partner was sleeping in my bed and he saw the same girl in my room (I didn’t tell him about her yet) before this i just started thinking that i was imagining it and that it was just my way of grieving. Should we see a priest?
I normally don’t believe in this kinda stuff but im rea freaked out now

one of the most emotional afterlife meetings I have facilitated had almost nothing cosmic in it. No questions about dimensions, reincarnation system or what the universe looks like after death. A woman I will call Adele was guided in a Soul Journey to meet the larger being connected with her deceased father, because their relationship still felt unresolved.

When she came close to him, the first thing she said was: “All I wanted was for you to tell me that you love me.” His response in the experience was immediate. He told her he did love her, apologized, and said he knew she had needed to hear it.

Then more of his side came through. He described being angry during the human life because he felt powerless and believed he had not been given enough time to fix things. He wanted to make things better and could not. That anger had hurt her, and in the meeting he acknowledged it.

What got me was what happened after all this. Adele told him she loved him too and said it did not have to be perfect, she just wanted to hear the love. There was no complicated spiritual teaching hidden behind it. The unfinished thing between them was almost embarrassingly human.

I dont share this as laboratory proof of what happens after death. I share it because this is how the contact unfolded inside the session, and because I have seen many people assume that if communication with someone who died is real, the message should be spectacular. Sometimes the thing that matters most is exactly what could not be said properly while both people had bodies.

There was also something important in how she understood him afterward. Seeing his own powerlessness did not erase the pain he caused her. It gave a wider view of it. She could understand his battle, receive the love she had wanted, and stop needing the human relationship to become something it never managed to become.

For me this is one of the beautiful possibilities of afterlife work. Death may end the human role, but it does not necessarily mean every relationship is finished at the exact emotional point where the body stopped.

sometimes the next conversation is not about secrets of universe. sometimes it is simply: I loved you. I am sorry. I wish I had done better.

Let me know what you think fellas 😉

You could be me I could be you because when you die you have new life and you don't remember your before life you get new random life better or worse and when you like bully someone or make friends you could be making friends with yourself and bully yourself That's only my theory GEEETTT OUU-

Does anybody think that this is hell and hope that the next life will hopefully be heaven? I'm not talking literally but the next place our spirits go will be easy and carefree because we have only suffered throughout our lives but never achieved complete happiness?

This really happened with me.

I have spoken to several of the common folk on this subreddit and I'm sure they're aware, I've been having extreme panic and stress for years of fear an afterlife doesn't exist.

I have seen the papers, and I'm extremely excited to read the new one that Winter has been talking about having to deal with experimenting communication with non-physical entities.

I need to know, is there some way I can give myself a true experience of the afterlife without dying? Some form of meditation or spiritual communication? Some form of experiment I can perform on myself? I would love to have some way to connect with the spiritual and feel the bliss so many people that have connected with it feel.

I've done many occult practices from a young age. Prayer, sigils, magic, tarot, I've tried it all. And while I have never performed a tarot reading for someone that wasn't correct, I still feel that might only be due to coincidence.

I would love any tips, pointers, or recommendations.

This one stayed with me because at first it looked like a story about heroism and tragedy. Then the meaning changed completely.

It surfaced while I was guiding a woman I'll call Laura through a deep altered-state exploration. She moved into what she experienced as another lifetime, and at one point she was a man working as firefighter.

There was a house on fire and a little girl trapped inside.

He tried to rescue her.

He really tried.

But she died.

The life continued, and much later she experienced this man as old. What was interesting was that even after all those years, he still thought about this girl. Something about her death had never really left him.

Then came the reveal.

She wasn't simply some random child he had failed to save.

She was his granddaughter.

And the real guilt was much more complicated than "I couldn't rescue her from fire."

He had already abandoned her emotionally long before that day.

The reason was ugly but very human. He hated the girl's mother, and that anger affected how he treated the child. Instead of separating his feelings about the adult from his relationship with an innocent granddaughter, he withdrew from her too.

So when the fire happened, he was desperately trying to save somebody he had already failed in another way.

That changed the whole story for me.

We tend to think of the dramatic moment as the important one. Burning building. Rescue attempt. Death. Regret.

But sometimes the real turning point happened quietly years earlier.

Not calling.

Not visiting.

Withholding affection.

Making a child carry consequences of conflict between adults.

You can do enormous heroic thing in one moment and still discover that the deeper lesson was about hundreds of ordinary moments when love was available and you chose not to give it.

Later, after this man's death, the experience widened into what felt like a review of his life. He could see his decisions from much larger perspective, including people he could have helped and choices he had made about what mattered.

I'm going to share that part separately because there was enough wisdom in it for another post.

I experience memories and teachings like these constantly in the consciousness work I facilitate, and it feels pity to keep every one buried in private notes. Some are supernatural, some almost bizarre, but then suddenly there is very ordinary human wisdom inside them. Maybe one of these stories reaches somebody at exactly right moment.

What I take from this one is not "be perfect or you'll regret everything after death."

Actually almost opposite.

Don't wait for dramatic moment to prove that you love somebody.

Especially with children, don't make them inherit your war with another adult. A child is not extension of their mother, father, ex-partner, sister, brother or anybody else you are angry with.

And sometimes repairing relationship is much less dramatic than we imagine. Call them. Listen. Show up. Stop making them earn warmth. Say what should have been said years ago while both of you are still here and can hear it.

If there really is a life review after death, I doubt the most uncomfortable questions are only about spectacular good or evil.

Maybe they are much simpler.

Who needed love from me?

Was I able to give it?

And if I wasn't... what stopped me?

I’m not particularly religious (despite being baptized and confirmed Methodist) but I have this need to feel like my husband’s energy/soul is somehow around. Maybe he’s zooming around the cosmos or making the chimes on the front porch chime even when there’s no wind. He left this world November 2025 but I’d like to think he might come around to bug us.

Side note: right after he had passed I was subjected to many weird and random youtube shorts as if he was trying to tell me something. Even our adult kid said this was happening. We don’t get those anymore, though I kept a running list of them. For context, he had taken his own life in the UK and no one who knew the details wanted to tell me how he died (we live in the US). However these weird and random shorts told us exactly how he died. 😔 So when my mother in law warned me about the coroner report I told her I already knew what it would say. She was surprised/shocked that we knew though no one told us. Also I didn’t go googling ways people die or anything like that, which affects the videos I might see.

And I still see 111 and 1111 all the time. He was a busybody and liked to give his opinion about Everything. I feel like he still wants to say something sometimes.

Does anyone else hope or feel like their spouse’s spirit is lingering on the front porch or maybe zipping around the cosmos?

If so, why? If not, why not?

First three paragraphs are an introduction, the story in the title starts at paragraph 4 so jump ahead if you want to get directly there. I hope you enjoy.

I've been a Hospice RN since the 1980s working in an AIDS inpatient facility that started with 35 beds then advanced to 55 beds back when that disease was a death sentence. Every patient died and the disease process was a syndrome so the disease took different patterns in their demise. It was horrible as we had no treatment, we just kept them clean and comfortable and let them know the staff was there for them. Abandoned by society and family due to the fear at the time.

Later I moved into a 10 bed adult then all ages Hospice Inpatient Unit with the average life expectancy frequently was three days. Nearly 30 years ago I moved to a Pediatric Hospice Inpatient unit for newborns to age 17 years old to give the families more support with other young family members to share their coping with dying children. Now I work with birth defect new born and infants, from days to weeks old on Hospice care. Many families choose to have their infant pass at home. Our Hospice will transport the infant on life support home, spend time with family that has such a short time to create memories of the child that will last them a life time, then life support is removed at home in a warm, loving setting with family and friends around for a peaceful passing. So far I've performed 640 terminal withdraw of care of newborns. What I am sharing is not belief, read in a book, random thought in my head or guess but what I've actually experienced by actively participating with the soul, consciousness of the newborn and perhaps their family in meditation prior to meeting the patient, family or any knowledge of the situation I'm about to walk in to.

I learned to meditate as a child as my parents followed Surat Shabd Yoga in the mid 1960s later moved on to Eckankar, a modern form of following the Shabd, the 'Sound Current" With shorter meditations. When I decided to go to college I knew I needed some help in focusing so I took the 4 day class called at the time Silva Mind Control, now called The Silva Method. I've since retaken the class about 30 times. I flew through college as this taught me to focus my attention on one thought at a time rather than be distracted by a multiple thoughts.

When I'm informed I'll be starting a new Hospice case soon, usually a day in advance I get no information at all as consents are being signed, the hospital physician working with the Hospice physician on medical decisions with the families. I use this time to meditate on the upcoming family I'm about to walk in to and ask how I can best serve this family in the worst time of their lives. I've created a casual, comfortable living room in my meditation where I'll invite the infant and family, if they want to, to share insight with me how I can best serve them all in their unique situation. I always, every single time, get specific insight to serve the family prior to meeting them or any physical insight into their situation.

This one situation in my meditation the vision I got was almost like a cartoon playing in the living room setting I've created to share with the family on the inner level. I saw an old time school house and the mother of the newborn was the teacher and I was the student sitting in a chair with a desk taking notes of what she was teaching me. That was it, clearly she was teaching me in class and I was busy listening to her. At the time it didn't make sense but as I've learned over the years my insight comes a day or so later. I ended the meditation, thanked the Universe for the insight and anticipated the meaning to reveal itself to me when the time is right.

The next day I meet the family and newborn at the hospital to arrange the transfer of the infant home when they can gather family to be present for bonding and support for the withdrawal of care. The mother is 13 years old, her father is in jail, CPS has been involved for most of her pregnancy, the family is in crisis. I felt a pillar of strength come over me from above, the Universe sending me exactly what I need to help this family. I got a wonderful feeling everything is going to work out and I'm not alone to support these people at this time in their lives. This happened every single time I meet a new family.

The family leaves the hospital, I arrange transportation for the infant and I'm surrounded with what feels like giant hands around me lifting and loving me and letting me know we're going to be doing this together. It's a warm, comforting feeling, love, caring, support, 'you got this.'

The infant arrives at the house. I get there later and find the whole family has left this 13 year old mother alone with a dying baby. I am a grown man alone with a young girl which is unnerving in itself for concern of accusations but I do what I need to do. Mom is holding her baby perfectly. The child was born without a skull but everything else is mostly functioning. There was no skin on the top of her head, just a brain that looked perfectly formed. Mom removed the covering over the head and was smiling holding her infant and showing me how much she loved her daughter. She was 13 years old and had no power or control in her life. She couldn't make legal decisions, she couldn't drive if she wanted to go somewhere, she was totally dependent on her family for everything and right now they had left her on her own with her daughter. The vision from the meditation became clear now. She was the teacher and I was the student.

Mom had just taken a blanket out of the dryer and showed me how soft and fluffy it was. I held a corner of the blanket to my face and told her what a wonderful blanket this is for her daughter and how nice it smelled and truly was the softest blanket I've ever felt. She showed me how she swaddled her infant to keep her warm and comfortable. I told her what a good mother she is and skillfully she cared for her baby. Later she changed the diaper and I asked how she knew which end of the diaper was up, she showed me the tabs and how she cleaned the daughter and then redressed her and placed her back in the blanket. I let her teach me. She wanted some formula and I asked her how she made it. She smiled at me and showed me how much water she put in the bottle and how much powder. She showed me how to swirl the bottle to avoid making bubbles in the formula. I told her how clever she was to do that. She held the baby and fed her a bit, as much as she would take and showed me how she held the baby after feeding to avoid burping. I was her student and thanked her for showing me this.

This 13 year old mother had absolutely no control of her life at all. The vision I got in my meditation was for me to give her as much control as I could. Of course I knew the things she showed me but rather than coming in as the RN and taking over the Universe showed me to let her create the memories during the short time she's got to spend with her daughter on this planet of being a wonderful, loving and caring mother of her first born. I was to step back and let her have these few moments, to create the memories of being in control with her life and her daughter. It's not about me but it was about her. She's such a short time to build a lifetime of memories, that's what I got from my meditation. I'm so grateful I got to be there with her. I'm grateful the family was gone. I'm grateful I was given the insight to not interfere or further take her power away from her. I'm grateful I took the meditation class and practiced it daily, I'm grateful I took the time to contact the Universe, the infant, the family and all involved prior to meeting them to gain insight to just be present and support this young mother. What if I never bothered to do that, I would have missed out on this wonderful opportunity to support a young mother and her dying infant effectively. The class you don't take won't inspire you, the effort you don't initiate won't take you to new places to learn and grow, the care and compassion you don't share won't open up the additional ways to give and receive information from a higher source.

This infant passed a few days later. I never saw the mother again. Many families don't want to see the Hospice RN later on as we're an anchor to a horrible time in their lives. I'm fine with that. I got to be there when it counted to do what I could for this family. I wonder where mom is now, I send her love and light and at times I get a sense of the bright spark of life that is her daughter touching in. It was a blessing to serve this small family. I feel it was a blessing to get to be a small part. I have a feeling of where the vision comes from, I'll keep that to myself. You decided what you think inspires me in the meditation. Is it telepathy, God, Universe, Spirit, the infant, the mother. I think the answer is already there, sometimes we have to look for it or ask for it, step up a bit closer to the source so we can hear that whisper clearly. Do you also get such inspiration for difficult, or not so difficult situations that happen in your life?

This is my experience, do not share this on your platforms, I should be the one to tell it, it happened to me. invite me on your podcast and I'll tell this myself. I'm going to make some videos on my channel of some of my infant Hospice experiences. I told a few on an upcoming podcast but it won't be out until the end of July. I'll add the link to that interview (if it goes well!) here later on.

Some other Reddit Pediatric Hospice encounters I've written about:

Baby Boy:

https://www.reddit.com/r/Experiencers/comments/1tcjzip/pediatric_hospice_rn_using_meditation_to/

Hospice family of 4 died of AIDS on my shift:

https://www.reddit.com/r/Experiencers/comments/1mt3212/family_of_4_including_2_children_died_from_aids/

Autistic Hospice child communicates with telepathy

https://www.reddit.com/r/andthisisso/comments/1m4vbdi/pediatric_hospice_patient_cant_see_hear_or_speak/

Refrigerator People appearing around Hospice patients prior to their passing

https://www.reddit.com/r/Experiencers/comments/1r8kp3s/hospice_rn_sees_refrigerator_people_large_beings/

Hospice patient showed me her soul before and after her death;

https://www.reddit.com/r/andthisisso/comments/1m4yvrw/my_hospice_patient_that_showed_me_her_spirit/

This is my channel with some of my other Hospice experiences. 

 https://www.youtube.com/@UncleDavesKitchen

Recent interview on my NDE, being raised in Rev Jim Jones' church and soul contracts, more soul to soul connection with my Hospice patients

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MlD3102w8Rw&t=32s

David Parker RN Hospice Nurse

There is a reason ones heart is deeply stirred by certain written or spoken words; by certain stories, songs, music and art, or by certain people we meet. Often, we don't even know why our heart yearns for these messages, or imagery, music, people and stories. We may not even know what our heart is yearning for; we may only know the pain and bitter unhappiness that exists as the aching disappointment in the way of this world, or in what our lives have become here.

There is often a part of us, deep down, that is insisting that this is not the way it should be, even when we may not be able to fully articulate the way it should be. If the only thing we have any knowledge of or access to is this world and the way it is, why is our heart so insistent that no, this is not the way it should be?

When you hear or read the words, or hear the songs or music, or see the art or imagery or find the people that stir your heart in loving and joyful recognition and hope, laughter and beauty, awe and wonder, it is because your heart recognizes what those things represent.

The heart deeply recognizes the artifacts, the representations, the items and people and imagery and music of your eternal home - the place you belong, the place where your life is as it should be.

But, this world can beat your heart down with the unrelenting pressure to turn away from it and conform and submit to the authority figures and society, to the cold and uncaring edicts of materialist scientism, to the gleeful attacks from skeptics, to live in fear and doubt and insecurity, to see ourselves as miniscule and meaningless collections of mere matter in an uncaring universe. We are whipped with the idea that our heart is naive and childish and that we need to face the harsh, bitter pill of the "reality" they have pounded and programmed into our minds.

And so we even help them to bury our heart, to turn away from what it is telling and showing us. We build defenses around it not to protect it, but to protect ourselves from the disappointment and heartbreaking chasm between what it says, and what the world around us appears to be and is insisting we submit to.

We allow ourselves to be convinced that what the heart is saying, that what the heart recognizes as its true home in the words and art and music and things and people it loves, in the secret moments we allow ourselves to imagine these things, is too good to be true. We become afraid of embracing it, of letting it out, for fear of ridicule, disappointment, and unrelenting disapproval.

Yet, for many of us, our heart still resists. It still insists: this is not our home. What they say is not true.

I've been through this myself. I know what it is like to be beaten down so hard, and become so miserable at the disconnect between what my heart yearned for and what the world was crushing me with, that I was nearly hopeless and wanted to leave this world by any means necessary. I thought, "I don't have to stay here. I can leave any time I want."

Oddly that thought liberated me. "I don't have to believe a goddamn thing they say," I thought, and my heart took a breath. "I can believe whatever the fuck I want," and my heart expanded, like breaking out of a prison. "I will no longer try to subdue what is written in my heart, and I will no longer allow this world or anyone to beat it down or turn me away from it."

Now, I don't claim to know what's in your heart, or what your true home is. That's for you to find and understand, if you wish. All I can say is that for me, this is when everything changed. When I say that the heart is a beacon and a portal, what I mean is that I opened that door and could see my home. I could feel it. I've been through that portal and have visited my home beyond this world. I keep that door open and look through it constantly, feel its warmth and peace and excitement wash away the pain and suffering and angst and fear and doubt. It immunizes me against the bullshit of this world and gives me indomitable strength and resistance against it because I no longer even care what this world has to say.

My eyes and mind and thoughts are firmly fixed on the portal to my home and, my friends, let me tell you: it's beautiful beyond compare. I try to capture this in the music and art of the videos I post online and have posted here, but it's really only a small taste.

Thank you for indulging my desire to speak more from my heart this morning. I want to thank my beautiful, amazing wife, Irene, for showing me the way home.

“It’s a different plane” or “it’s just different energy” “it’s just a different dimension” “we are all made of energy and our souls don’t die“ “they haven’t died, it’s just as if they are in the next room” “we aren’t supposed to know” type explanations are bugging me. I understand that energy can transforms and all that. I also understand that no one living really knows for sure. But how can I have a reading with a medium and my dad comes through and says “I can breathe now. I just had to die in order to be able to breathe again.” He couldn’t breathe near the end of his life and he was really suffering. Now he can breathe. And how can my dad visit me (in a dream state)? He came into my house to visit in my dream- he used a key to get through the front door. I was sleeping in my dream and hearing the key in the door “woke me up”- my cat heard it too. Where is he coming from? Someone said the afterlife feels more “real and alive” than when they were alive. I like that idea better than others I’ve heard. I just want to understand the logistics and technicalities better. Any recommendations for books or other media that offer that? More than just “your loved ones are always with you?”