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 his transition from his body into the afterlife. A transcript of his statements follows the video controls.
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Transcript of Charles Morgan's Statements
My reactions? I didn’t know it was very different to the vast majority of people’s experiences. All I know is that I was walking, you know, I was walking, I was out and I felt a bit dizzy and stood up against a fence. And next thing was, it was that I was still standing up against the fence and there was a crowd of people standing looking at what was honest in my body. I didn’t realize at the time line my feet.
And I was saying to the people, oh, I know I didn’t, but I know I did. And they want to hear any word I was saying. They were still interested in the subject, which of course I realized almost soon afterwards was me. I was trying to attract attention from that to me, because I couldn’t see that as me at all. Yet I realized in a sort of subconscious way that what they were interested was the old me, but not me.
I stood there and I was this me. Trying to make them know I was perfectly all right, I suppose. Now, looking back on it, I must have had a seizure or stroke or something, and I must have lost consciousness for a few seconds. The next thing I knew was that I was feeling perfectly fit and perfectly well. These people standing there, all concerned about this object lying down on the pavement.
Then this ambulance came up and put this thing, this body of mine, because I realized it was in the ambulance. I thought, now what do I do now? I don’t just stand here. Should I get in the ambulance with it? But I didn’t.
In fact, and since I knew really anything that much, it had driven away and I would, my own body, it was gone away. I guess people dispersed and I thought, well now what do I do? And the bird was standing up here against this, this blade in his face and a natural girl home. It was, I walked back and I was very sort of mixed up inside. I thought, what has happened.
I just couldn’t visualize the fact in the sense that I was dead. This man, in fact, I began to think, but I meant some sort of peculiar dream or something, which I should wake up out of. But next thing I knew was I was walking up the three steps of the house. And then I put my hand in my pocket, old man, with my key. And I realized that, well, there was no key in there. And what I thought was my pocket didn’t exist.
I said, what do I do now? I can’t stand outside my own front door. And what perturbed me was that by putting my hand, the anything, not which in a sense, just a realization, the anxiety, putting my hand in my pocket and finding no keys there. And then I looked down and I realized it wasn’t the pocket because it was my trousers. And it’s in the trousers I see wearing some sort of diaphragm, something or the other.
I didn’t know what it was, looked like material. It seemed as if I was in a billowy cloud or something. I thought, My God, what’s this? And I thought, well, what do I do? What’s happening?
I could see myself being taken in for indecent exposure or something, and yet I realized that I couldn’t be, because that body of mine was in that car thing, that ambulance thing, and yet I just didn’t make it to tell it that so confused. And the next thing I knew was as if for a fleeting second I’d must have lost consciousness. I found myself in my bedroom. I thought, well, it’s funny. I don’t remember getting through the door because I got no key to open it.
And I thought, well, at least there’s a chance now to get a suit, put something on, make myself look respectable. And I went to what I was my world. And I put my hand out to take hold of the knob of the thing. And every time I put my hand, I couldn’t feel anything. It wasn’t any more solid.
Yeah. I thought, well, what is all this about? I was so perturbed. And I thought, I sit down a minute. And I went to sit on what was bed.
I could see the bed. And I felt. When I felt that I was sitting and yet I wasn’t sitting on anything solid. I was in this peculiar sensation. I felt as if everything around me, which looked so real, wasn’t real anymore.
And I felt my. My. Yes, I felt sorry. But nothing else in the room. I went round the room trying to touch things, making shelves, clocks and all various things.
Nothing seemed solid anymore. I thought, well, I thank God I shouldn’t wake up out of this. I just couldn’t appreciate that I’d actually died. And yet I’d seen what was me being put into this ambulance. I thought, I don’t know, this is all so stupid.
And I thought, well, I must be dreaming. This isn’t and I’m dead because if I’m dead, I wouldn’t be conscious of all this. If I was in any sort of conscious state being dead, I’d be conscious of the obvious things of the other world, not this. And I didn’t quite know what to do. Anyway, I sat down in my chair, which was residing there, and that didn’t seem so in it.
I must have had some realization of solidity because I certainly was in a sitting position and I put my hands out from sides of the chair and it didn’t seem to my touch, it didn’t seem so, yet I was sitting, yet I wasn’t sitting. And I thought, this is no strange thing, what can I do next? Then I thought to myself, well, I wonder if, if anyone, if I’m dead, that is, if I’m dead, which I don’t think I am, I must be in some sort of dream which I wake up, might be just as well if I lie on the bed, sitting in this chair, why should I think that I am dead? And I suppose I saw the sort of by lying on the bed, I’ll come out of my dream and I then be back to New York. So I got up to this bed.
It’s, I really sound stupid because then I lie up and unconscious of that. And that’s I can see the foot of the bed and yet I feel no weight at the end. I’m being supported in some strange way. It’s a big amount of feeling of lightness all the time. I thought, well this is a lightness of my head. And then I thought to myself, how can it be license my head? My head’s on my body. And that thing going off to what? To the hospital. And I thought, this is also stupid.
This is just a silly dream. And I thought, well, best to close my eyes and just see nothing. And I thought that would probably help. I was most conscious. I closed my eyes and I thought as I tried to think of nothing.
But all the time I was thinking nothing. It seems the whole time I was thinking something.
