People who send us questions about the afterlife ask “Will I see my loved ones after I die?” In this video, you will hear a man now living in the afterlife describing the reunion he had with his family after he transitioned into the afterlife. A transcript follows the video controls.
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Leslie Flint was a direct-voice medium in the twentieth century. He would sit in a room and people from the afterlife would come into the room and speak through an ectoplasmic voice box on Flint’s shoulder. The voices were as clear as they would be if someone on Earth were standing in front of a microphone.
In one session, a man named Sam Woods came through describing his transition from this life to the next and what life is like in the afterlife. Woods recounted his experiences upon awakening in the afterlife and his joyous reunion with his wife. Below the audio controls, you’ll find a transcript of the recording detailing his account. The audio is from the Leslie Flint Educational Trust. A transcript follows the audio controls.
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Transcript of Sam Woods' Afterlife Reunions
The actual idea of leaving your lot, your world, and coming over here, oh it’s nothing, it’s just like going to sleep and waking up into a new environment. You might say that it’s so much nicer and pleasanter than anything you might know on Earth. And all your old pals and your relations that you’re fond of standing around and about you, all giving you a welcome. It’s a very nice how d’ya do, I’ll tell you.I remember waking up in what appeared to be a nice little place, in a house, nice room, nice flowers, oh, beautiful little house it was, the sort of place I’d hoped one day I might have, but I knew jolly well from my own experience on Earth that I’d never have it on your side, because I never had the wherewithal to buy it or even rent such a place. Here, I found myself in a very nice, oh, a lovely little place, it was. It was not too big, it was just my cup of tea. Just very pleasant.
And there, there was my old lady looking as I remember her, oh, many years ago, oh, looking thirty years younger. She was standing there looking down at me. I was lying on this here sort of couch arrangement. And I remember sort of waking as it were from sleep. And first thing I saw was this lovely room and then my dear lady standing there at the bottom of the bed, as it were, or couch rather, and one or two other people that I had known. There was my wife’s brother who died, oh 1914-18 war, he came over, he was torpedoed or something in the first world war aboard ship.
And there was me mother; at first I didn’t even know it was me mother, I didn’t cotton on to that at all. Then I recognized her and realized how much younger she looked. It was my mother, but you know, I didn’t recognize her. She looked like a young woman about twenty. I’d seen a photo taken of her many years ago, but I never cotton on onto the fact that it was me mother. It soon dawned on me who she was. At first, she looked like a beautiful lady that I had some vague idea of but never knew. It’s a funny thing, you know, but a bit. Oh, various people were there, people I’d known.
