In the village where I grew up in Yorkshire lived a woman called Jean who was quite frankly the best medium/spiritualist I have ever encountered. She was just totally spot on with everything. I am a sceptic when it comes to these things, so this is high praise indeed coming from me.
Anyhoo, when I was in my late teens she told me that my late grandmother (who had only recently died) wished for me to see her. Initially I refused. But Jean persisted, telling me that my grandmother thought it important that I see her. After a little more persuasion I relented.
Jean told me to close my eyes and relax, then told me to open my eyes when I was ready. I did this and WOW, there in a grey mist covering Jean's face was my own grandmother's face.
I couldn't see Jean's face at all behind the mist and I couldn't smell anything so it wasn't smoke. And, strangely, the image of my grandmother appeared from the mist like a photographic negative. I have yet to find a photo that comes anywhere close to what I witnessed that day. I hate to call it etoplasm as this word has such negative connotations, but I'm guessing that's what it was.
Shocked, I blinked and shook my head and the image disappeared. We tried again and there, once again, in a mist covering Jean's face, was my grandmother's beautiful face smiling out at me.
My lovely grandmother.
To this day I have no idea HOW Jean did this. But it was a turning point for me. I have absolute faith in the existence of an afterlife. My grandmother, by the way, lived in South Wales so there was no link between her and Jean at all.
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