A few weeks ago I promised that I would write a few words on one of my numinous experiences that has taught me that human life survives the death of the flesh.
About sixteen years ago on a very pleasant late September evening I was settling down to watch a televised football match in our local village tavern with an audience of like minded football fans providing the atmosphere necessary to make the evening worthwhile.
Apart from war time service in the Royal Navy my mother's youngest brother, William had spent his entire life living in Swansea, South Wales. Uncle Willy had been a heavy smoker and at 77 years of age had developed a terminal cancer. Moved into a hospice Willy received around the clock care and visits from family and friends.
A very bright orb of light with gold flashes radiating from its circumference appeared out of no where and hovered in my line of sight blocking my view of the football game.
In that instance it was as if two messages had been seeded into my conscious awareness that Willy had just died, and I received an apology for an incident some years earlier when I had been denied entry into his home.
I telephone one of my sisters with no answer. Likewise next morning, again without reply. The following evening my sister telephoned me to advise me that our uncle William had died at 8 UK time (10 Greece time) the previous evening. This was the precise time that the orb appeared evidenced by the start of the football game.
During the numinous experience I remained calm and relaxed totally at peace, without any sense of discomfort or fear. For me it was a natural event that needed no further explanation, other than recognising that life is filled with surprises, teaching us there is more to life than the rational self can easily explain.
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