In May 2012, I started having dreams in which I was on the other side with my mom. Night after night, we would meet up with old friends of hers, as well as make the acquaintance of many new friends. At first I thought they were just dreams, but they started feeling more real. Even my waking hours were getting a bit strange. I felt like half of me was on the other side and the other half of me was here trying to live in my body. While this was going on, I was having a heck of a time functioning in my day-to-day life. I was forgetting everything. Conversations I had with people one day were completely erased from my memory the next day. I was sleeping a lot more, getting my usual nine hours at night but then taking two-to-three-hour naps in the afternoon. This went on for two to three weeks.
Then one Tuesday morning in June, I called Mom to see how she was feeling, and her breathing sounded as if she had pneumonia. I asked her to please call the nurse downstairs (she lived in an assisted-living place). I felt really panicky about how bad she sounded, so I called both of my brothers and my sister and alerted them to what was going on. Mom called back to say that the nurse, too, thought it sounded like she had pneumonia and had called an ambulance right away. One of my brothers called to say he would meet her at the hospital, so I was able to go to a scheduled chiropractic appointment. On my way there, I suddenly started hearing over and over in my head,
Echo, this is it. Echo, this is it. I called my psychic brother, Michael, and he said he was hearing the same thing in his head.
Michael picked me up when I got home, and we headed to the hospital right away. When we got there we were very surprised to see Mom sitting up in bed, breathing fine, and looking fairly okay and surprised that we were all there. When my brothers went out to talk to the doctors, Mom asked me if I thought she was going to die. I told her what I had kept hearing in my head. She said that that was her sending me very strong thoughts because she was sure she was dying and she wanted me to know. She said right after she sent me those strong thoughts, a voice asked her if she wanted to stay or go, and she said she wanted to stay. Almost immediately, she’d started feeling better.
They kept her overnight but sent her home the next day because she was doing fairly well. The other thing she told me when we were alone was that she was sorry she had been pulling on me so strongly for the past month. She told me she knew it wasn’t fair of her to ask me to go to the other side with her all the time but she was afraid to go alone. I told her I had been having very real dreams of us going over there, and she said yes, she knew that – she was having them too. I was very surprised that she was conscious of these
dreams, or out-of-body-experiences, and it made me wonder if many of us go to the other side with our loved ones as they are preparing to leave us but aren’t aware of it. There is still a lot about death that is a mystery to me.
A few months after this experience with Mom, I had a dream that she had died; I even saw her dead body in her bed. The next scene in the dream was of someone telling me they had moved my mother, and when I looked back at her bed, her body was gone. The rest of the dream was of my life without Mom. It was eerily real, emotional, and final.
When I woke up, I was sure Mom had died. I’d think about calling her, and a voice would tell me to let her be. I could see her soul out of her body; she was out almost all day. I didn’t call her that day, which was unusual for me.
The next day I got a nudge to call her. She sounded good and strong, and when I asked how she as doing, she said,
God called, and we had another talk about whether I was ready to come home. I said, ‘Not quite.’
She told me that she’d then remained out of her body all day. At various times, she’d found herself sitting on a swing with me, her best friend, or someone else in the family who was still alive, so that let Mom know that she was still alive too.
Over the next few months, my sister started getting odd little nudges about Mom. One day she had the feeling that she should make Mom some rutabagas – not something she’d normally do. When she brought them to Mom, Mom told her that just the day before she’d told God she wasn’t ready to go until she tasted rutabagas one more time!
One of the misconceptions people have about psychics is that we can see when someone is going to die. I can’t tell you how many people have said to me,
Please don’t tell me when I’m going to die. As these experiences with my mom show, death is not easy to predict. There may be psychics out there who can pinpoint a person’s exact time of death, but I’d say the majority of us can’t. That’s between our Maker and our soul.
Echo Bodine is the bestselling author of Echoes of the Soul, The Gift, A Still, Small Voice, and most recently, What Happens When We Die. She is a renowned spiritual healer, psychic, and teacher who lectures widely on intuition, spiritual healing, and life after death. She also has a monthly radio show and popular blog. Visit her online at echobodine.com.
Excerpted from the book What Happens When We Die ©2013 by Echo Bodine. Published with permission of New World Library.