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May 7, 5:06 PMParanormal News ExaminerRoger Marsh

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Mary Todd Lincoln with the ghost of her husband. Wikipedia.

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Stories of people connecting with loved ones at the time of their death seems rather common. I have read many accounts. I am also reminded of a British study, though, that looked at how often people had dreams of a loved one's death - and that statistically, a small percentage of those people dreamt about did die within 24 hours of the dream - making it a coincidence, and not anomalous.

One reader comment from the recent Death and dying: what science tells us about the afterlife.

"I was sleeping and dreaming when my brother died in an F4 crash at Nellis AFB near Las Vegas. I was sitting in a military cafe across a table from him and asked what he was doing there. He only shook his head and not in a happy way. When I woke up I knew something was wrong. His death was a life changing event for me. My daughter died a few years back and I had to tell her in a dream that she had died, she didn't even know. She died while in a dream state herself right in front of me. I told her that she could reincarnate now or wait for me and her mother. She broke apart into about ten other what I perceived to be previous incarnations and I woke up there. I was believing that when people die they live on in the dream world until I had a what can be called an inter-dimentional experience with my deceased best friend. One minute I was lying awake, and suddenly I was talking to and touching a deceased person who was as animated as me. It was more real than a dream, a whole different place. I see dead people on a regular basis in my dreams and I am blessed with an ability to remember. It does not scare me. Lately, I have been conversing with aliens. No kidding! I have also been to the white light and back. Now if you just cracked a smile, you are just as human as your professor! "

And another reader made comment on the same story.

"i've had similar experiences surrounding (before, during?, and ever since) the death of my soul mate. the night he died i had a dream about what i thought was my high-school boyfriend's death (as far as i know he's still alive on this planet), but the woman in the dream didn't look like his mother, and the face i kept seeing of the deceased looked like that ex... i tried to make sense of what i was experiencing while in the dream - that it was my ex and his mother; but at some level i knew it wasn't. i awoke to find my beloved had passed away during the night (silent heart attack); i had never met his mother; nor had i ever seen pictures of him in his teens and 20s...upon going to his funeral - meeting his mother and looking at old photos - i now realize his mother was the woman in my dream and his was the face i kept seeing - turns out he looked strikingly like my old boyfriend in his younger years."

I've had my fair share of death-related paranormal experiences, and they always cause me to reflect long and hard on the spiritual side - in a positive manner. I first try to rule out coincidence, but if the details are too sharp, I think we're clearly looking at a paranormal event. The following is a story from my recent Ebook - Sacred Dialogue: Tuning into Mother Nature's Universal Broadcast Band. Read these kind of stories with caution, but I think I captured enough of the event's detail to rule out coincidence. And if it's paranormal, and based on other experiences I have had, it appears that I connected with this person at his time of death.

From the book:

I worked with a small office staff in the late ‘70s in Latrobe, Pennsylvania as I began my career in journalism. There were just three of us – myself, a business partner, and an assistant. Single and not making much money, I lived with my parents at the time. They put their large ranch home on the market in Latrobe, and moved into a newly-built two-story brick and cedar home in Farmington, a small upscale neighborhood being developed in Greensburg. I used a bedroom on the second floor.

I woke one morning and laid in bed recalling the dream I had just experienced during the night. In the dream, I was walking with my business partner through the interior of a Latrobe funeral home. The two of us approached the archway to a viewing room and paused – looking into the room. Now staring into the room, I saw a casket along the wall to my right and inside I noticed what appeared to be a teenage boy lying in wake. There were people scattered about the room, but directly in front of me along the back wall, I saw three ornately carved high-back wooden chairs with three young women seated. The woman in the center seat was our assistant. She saw the two of us standing in the doorway. We entered the room then and traveled half-way across the room. As we hit the center of the room, we stopped again, and the assistant moved out of her chair, crossed to us, and hugged my business partner. End of dream. Although I had never met any of my assistant’s family members, I knew that in my heart that the young man in the casket was her brother.

As I lay in bed I hear the front door bell ring, and a minute later my mother comes into my bedroom to announce that my business partner is downstairs. I climbed out of bed, dressed quickly, and found my parents sitting with the man at a dining table adjacent to the kitchen. As I approached the table, he looked directly at me and said that the previous evening, our
assistant’s brother had been killed in an automobile accident. “I know,” I said softly. “I had a dream last night about it.”
My parents and associate stared blankly at me momentarily. I sat down and told the three of them the exact details of the dream. No one said much.

Two days later, at my office, my partner gave me the funeral details for the young man, and suggested that the two of us pay a visit to the funeral home later that evening. As business partners it was logical that the two of us would go together. While I thought clearly about the dream, we did not speak about it. Later that day, as my partner drove to the funeral home and I
sat in silence, he asked me about the dream.

“Tell me exactly what you saw in that dream,” he asked. “I’m not a believer in these kinds of things, but if the details play out like you say, I’ll be a believer.”

I recounted all of the dream details again.

A few minutes later we arrived at the funeral home, parked, and walked inside. We were pointed by an employee toward the correct viewing room and approached the archway looking in. We paused in the doorway and looked into the room. Now at this point, one rather odd event happened to both of us. While we had both discussed my dream only minutes before, and
the details were raging in my mind as we entered the funeral home, once we reached the archway, for the next 60 seconds, all memory of that dream and the subsequent conversations about it disappeared. Conferring later in the day, we both agreed that once we reached the archway, thoughts of the previous conversations were momentarily erased from our memory.

Back at the archway, I looked into the room. There on the right side of the room was an open casket with the assistant’s teenage brother lying in wake. Directly in front of us on the opposite side of the room were three ornately-carved high-back wooden chairs with three young women seated in them. The assistant was seated in the middle chair. Upon making eye contact with us, we moved to the center of the room and stopped, and the assistant rose from her seat, crossed to the middle of the room, and hugged my business partner.

A minute or so later, the memory of that dream returned to my mind.

Not only had I seen the placement of furnishings and people correctly, I had in advance seen our movements and pauses coming into the room. Later in the car, my partner acknowledged the details and wondered if we should pass along to the family exactly what I had experienced. I was frightened at the thought of telling the family, a strange feeling like I was somehow having fun with a very serious event in their lives. But several weeks later I would be invited to the family’s home and put on the spot. My business partner had not warned me in advance that he had told the family about my experience, and I suddenly found myself in a room with family members staring at me who wanted to hear the story. I relayed to the family the exact details as I recalled them. Not much was said afterward as everyone thought the story through. I was uncomfortable with what I had to say. 

Next up - connecting with history - how we sometimes perceive tragic events in advance.