A man named who now living in the afterlife who gave his name as Charles Morgan came through in a Leslie Flint séance describing his passing from the body from a stroke and being surprised and delighted when his deceased mother came to him. This is the first in a series of five videos that contain narrations of Charles Morgan’s description of finding himself out of his body, his reunion with his mother and father, and what his new life in the afterlife is like.
In this video, Morgan describes meeting his mother who has been waiting for him in the afterlife. A transcript of his statements follows the video controls.
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Transcript of Morgan's Statements
My mother suddenly came into my thoughts and so it seemed. But it wasn’t my mother as I last remembered, but it was a film of the day when she passed away. She was well into her 80s, leading on to 90.
And as soon as I saw my mother in my mind’s eye, as an old lady, I could see her. I’d seen her so often in photographs in an album between here. It was as I could remember her sitting in a chair, looking very smart and very elegant, with a very large hat, enormous feather, which was as a child fascinated me, this enormous feather curled up his head, who had been standing at her feet in a little suit with a big yellow straw hat and a little suit, I who’s remembered this photograph. I suppose then I would have been about five or six. And as I remembered my mother, that is how she was as a young, much younger woman.
That was I last remembered. And as I was thinking, it was as if I’ve seen my mother in this photograph till She was standing in front of this bed, looking radiant. And I thought to myself, this is also so extraordinary. Why should I see Manna, as she was at that time, come back when she was a young, vital woman? And of course, as I saw her, she was dressed exactly, identical in every remembrance that I had in that photograph.
And somehow it was as if I could hear her voice speaking to me. And I could hear her say, “Now, don’t worry. Don’t worry, I’m here. I’m sorry I’m late. ” And I thought to myself, “I just must be kidding.”
As I was listening and talking to myself, and I was saying to myself, “What does she mean about being late? And what’s she doing there, staring and looking like that? Because that looks to me as if it’s that photograph, come and I.” And I was thinking, “Well, I must be going through a very weird dream.” And I could hear her saying quite distinctly in a very strong, clear, firm voice, “Don’t worry, dear, I’m sorry I’m late, it’s perfectly all right.”
And I could hear myself saying in reply, “What am I doing here? And what are you doing there? What’s all this about? I must be dreaming.” She said, I heard her say, “You’re not dreaming, dear, you’re not dreaming. You’re here with me.” I said, “What do you mean? I’m here with you. I’m here in my own room. I am my own bed. And you know, Mother, you’ve been dead many years.” She said, “But my dear, that’s exactly what’s happened to you. You are dead. Now you’re with me.”
I remember hearing myself say, “But then if I’m dead, why am I here in my room?
What are you doing there all dressed up like that? As you were many years ago in that photograph?” She said, “Oh, well, I did that for various reasons. Well, because I thought it would help you. And also you was very fond of my bed. That head, that hair, remember how you used to pull back that 18 years? They used to say to me, ‘Oh you did used to pull up in those days, you don’t seem to bother now.'” Because tell you, mother got to the point where she never bothered very much about dresses. She used to have a known because she’s always been a very smart woman up to all the last few years. And it was a little joke between us.
And I used to make mother dress up and I used to often do her hair. For the last few months of her life. And her strike keeper died. And she used to be such a fussy woman in the earlier years.
And she said, “Don’t you remember, dear, how you used to do my hair and how you used to do things wrong and used to fasten me and how you used to try and make me keep up to the mark, as you said? So I thought I’d better come looking smart to fetch you. And I’m sorry, I knew that you were soon coming because I sensed and felt it for 17 days. Because then you don’t know it, ” she says. “You had a stroke, you know, you had a heart attack and your husband died for some time. ” I said, Mother, “Don’t be stupid.”
I said, “Oh, my heart was being turned all right and never had any signs of heart trouble.” She said, “My dear, she said, you know you’ve had heart trouble for at least 12 months and we’ve been with you constantly and I knew that sooner or later that you would be coming anytime, any day.” But she said, “You, know, I couldn’t be here earlier today. And I didn’t get the realization of warning quickly enough, but I came as soon as I could. And what seems perhaps a long time to you was only a few seconds. Not very long since your body was taken away to the mortuary.” I said, “Mother, when you took that mortuary stuff,” I said, “Here I am, perfectly all right.”
I said, “But I would like to have some decent clothes.” I said, “I can’t have my wardrobe.” She said, “You don’t want to buy a vintage wardrobe. You don’t want to start thinking about it. If you want to wear a suit, then all you have to do is think, think hard about the suit. Think without your mind.” I said, “Mother, how can you dress yourself just by thought?” She said, “That’s exactly what people do know, but they don’t always go deeply enough into to analyze it. Of course you can wear a suit. You can wear a Japanese kimono. If you want to.” “Which reminds me, Mother,” I said, “You don’t dress like kimono that you used to wear.” And then she said, “Oh that,” she said, “I’ve got a much better one now.”
Because the one that I was rto, the one she had that I brought back many, many years ago, on one of my trips when I went to Japan, she was still fond of me because she’s still clung to it. Anyway, she was laughing and joking away and it all seemed so natural. She said, “Come on, she said, get off that bed.” Tell your mind to look inwards, she says. And then you’ll see yourself as you are and you’ll feel as you really are, not as you think you were. I said, “Mother, you confuse me.”
I said, “You tell me . . . you said I’ve just died. And I feel perfectly all right, except that I can’t visualize myself as being dead, only seems still being at the same time too natural. She didn’t cause her natural result because she didn’t understand it. She said, you are not old anymore, because you are dead.
