Four months after my mother died, I was sat in the audience, at number 33 Belgrave Square in London, the building which housed the Spiritual Association of Great Britain (SAGB), where a medium was giving a demonstration on platform. I found myself there not really knowing what to expect, if anything.
I was the second person to be picked out of the audience. The medium said I have your mother here, described her physically in detail (accurately), she passed quite recently of a cancer condition. (yes) (No chance to speak - he was telling me) There's someone called Jim (my father's name) who has trouble with pain in his leg after walking any distance, due to an operation on his left leg. (my father had an operation on his left leg and had to stop and rest after walking any great length)
There's a black and white dog with him, male, but given the name of a female. (my mother's black and white collie, male, but called Susie - well, we're Irish!) You're experiencing problems with a young boy, school age, where you're fighting an uphill struggle, there's a strong feeling of your being all alone in the world, having to do everything yourself. You are not alone, take strength in the knowledge that spirit is with you and aware of what you're going through.The situation will be resolved not immediately but in 3 months time in the form of a letter. (long story - to do with my son - WAS resolved 3 months later - letter!)
Now a young boy, 5 or 6, died in an accident near his home, wants to let his family know he's around them. He's aware that his Christmas presents are still kept, unopened. There's a strong Catholic influence surrounding his family, lots of Catholic prayers and Masses being said for him. These prayers are heard. You have a sister living in a different country, in the countryside in the same area where he lived. (About 15 years previous to that in the village where I lived, and where my sister still lives, 5 doors up from us, Terry aged 7, but looked younger, was knocked down by a car on the road right outside his house on Christmas Eve. The whole village turned out for his funeral, a very sad day, and every year a special memorial Mass is offered up for him on the anniversary of his death.)
Because of the nature of their environment his family would not really understand "this sort of thing", you are the only way in which he can get a connection to them. He would dearly love them to know that he loves them and that he's "grand" (a common local expression for "fine/just great").
Then the medium referred back to my mother and said she's with Bill (her brother, my uncle who died years before that). Take her love and blessing. Then he moved on to someone else.
This was just the beginning of confirmation of my already held belief (and now strong knowledge) that there does exist an afterlife and that when a person dies and leaves this life as we know it, that is not the end.