She Sees Dead People...#7 of my spooky stories series
Communicating with those that have passed away is an intriguing and controversial subject. I had a previous spooky post that dealt with this subject. In that story, the man's dead grandfather came to him during extraordinary circumstances.
But what about those that claim to have the ability to communicate with spirits every day? Mediums say they are able to somehow reach out to those whom have died. And in their work, do mediums ever see glimpses of heaven? We've all heard about stories of the afterlife...a world of paradise, joy, and peace.
What about glimpses of hell?
Lucy claims to be a medium, and she's just started to blog about her work. I've been in contact with her via e-mail, and she has been kind enough to allow me to showcase her post about a world that doesn't seem like paradise at all. It's a peek into the other side of the afterlife...a world I hope none of us every find ourselves.
FAQ: Have you ever seen Hell?
I think so... although it wasn't like fire and brimstone or devils and such.
Let me tell you about it...
A woman came to me for a reading. She said the deceased man she wanted me to contact had done some rather regrettable things in his life - which I will omit here. When I tried to contact the man - it came in stages. At first, I could feel utter confusion, panic, feelings of being utterly lost. Secondly, I saw him in a tattered business suit - it was grey with a white shirt and I'm not sure what colour the tie was. Next, I saw his wrist, he was handcuffed to a briefcase. Then finally came the vision that I certainly will never be able to get out of my head. It was a world of grey rock, black sky, like the surface of the moon I suppose. The terrain was very jagged, and it looked like a mix of lime-stone and perhaps concrete, crumbly yet hard to the touch. I could smell that there was a fire nearby (yep, you can smell in these visions), and it wasn't cold in this place- nor was it hot. It was warm, room temperature.
The man wasn't suffering because of the terrain, he was suffering because he was lost. There was an odd lighting in this place, kind of like the lighting at night at a car dealership - you know, well lit by high-up spotlights? But you couldn't see the light sources. This man had no idea he was dead, that was the scary part. He thought he was still alive and had to get home - and he had to keep the contents of that briefcase safe. He never showed me what was in the briefcase, he guarded it very carefully "with his life".
He didn't communicate very much to me because he was in a hurry to find his way. I could sense his desperation. He wasn't angry, frustrated, or any other easy emotion - it was all fear and anxiety, but mostly fear."Where am I?" He kept asking, although I wasn't sure if he was asking me. I told him that he was dead, assured him that he didn't have to stay there, but he wouldn't hear anything of it. He had somewhere to be, and he was important. (After the session was over, I reconnected with this vision briefly - although I tried very hard to stay in it - which was probably a big mistake - and saw that he was still wandering.)
His "sins" on Earth had probably been too much for him, the woman said. My opinion on the matter is that people who do bad things generally beat themselves up over it. This man regretted, and his remorse was keeping him hostage until he's ready to come to terms with it. The feelings of utter loneliness I sensed in him were unbearable.
The impression, unspoken, that I got from this place was that it was created by something other than himself, but imposed by himself... and that it wouldn't be permanent, but he had a long ways to go. I got the impression that there was love behind this place, but also a great dark warning: do bad things that you know are wrong, and you'll spend a lot of time making it up to yourself.
Another impression I got was that he felt as if the persons that he'd wronged in life were watching him. Yes, there was a horrible feeling of being watched by vengeful eyes and listened to by angry ears. Lastly, this place was almost deafeningly silent, apart from the man's own breathing and heartbeat - and the occasional slight avalanche of tiny pebbles. And there were no stars in the black sky.
Is this hell? Or maybe some type of purgatory? It all depends on your religious and spiritual beliefs. Maybe the person who submitted this story is just making it up. Again, it's your call.
You can read more of her amazing posts on her blog: Dead Coversations.