The following excerpt is from
The Stars Still Shine: An Afterlife Journey
by Robert Murray.
The drive to my daughter's home the morning Michael died
was a long four hours. All during those miles I kept asking myself what
had gone wrong. Why hadn't I seen the tragic event involving Michael before
it happened? In the past, I had had some spectacular successes as a psychic.
On one occasion, I had warned a local scuba diver about a valve problem
before his dive. The diver later thanked me saying that I had probably
saved his life. Why had these psychic abilities failed me when my family
needed a forewarning? There were many questions, but no answers at that
time. Of course, my family and I were most concerned about helping Lynn.
Lynn's house was crowded with friends and relatives when
we arrived. Everyone was extremely upset, angry, confused and all those
other adjectives that describe how we feel when touched by a tragedy. The
women were in the kitchen or helping with the baby and most of the men
were outside or running errands. Some were having cigarettes although they
had quit smoking years ago.
While arrangements for the funeral were being made, I
managed to find a quiet space in the living room. As I sat there, I was
thinking of Michael and how I could have missed any clues about his death--his
accident. Just then I felt a very strong presence of another person. I
knew it was Michael. His thoughts came into my head.
"It's me. Please don't give up. There isn't anyone
else if you don't help me. It's me, Michael." I made a mental request
for Michael to hold on while I found some paper and a pen. I then mentally
said to go ahead slowly and I would write notes.
I knew it was Michael. There was no doubt. I could hear
him very clearly. He kept saying that he didn't want me to give up on him.
I was his only hope of keeping in contact with the family. He didn't know
how the accident happened, but he wasn't blaming me for not warning him.
He explained briefly where he was as far as he knew. It
was at this time I promised him that I would be there for him anytime he
wished. This was the beginning of the almost daily messages from Michael.
I don't know exactly why I have been chosen to relay these
messages and conversations, but I definitely feel that I have. I've had
almost 30 years of experience in the psychic realm. I have given some very
evidential readings to many people over the years and no longer feel that
I have to "prove" my ability. Michael certainly knew I was but
the talks were about his departed relatives. Little did he expect to be
crossing over within a few short years.
Michael had a well-developed sense of humor, but he always
treated me with respect. He had said that I was like a father to him. In
fact, when I made my usual Sunday night telephone call to their home, I
received the name of "Father Murray." After a while, the name
seemed to stick and I became known as Father Murray...at least on the telephone.
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