How Long Do We Hang Around After We Die? The Answer May Surprise You

Later in life I met a shaman who had also had a lot ofhad been murdered filled my mind. The dress and
experiences with disincarnates. I talked with thedemeanor of this man and of those who had killed him
shaman at length about my encounters and togethershowed me that this was not a recent event. He had
we realized that there was a new dimension to mydied about 25 years earlier.
purpose. There was a reason why I saw so manyUnsettled from his own tragic and shocking death, he
disincarnates and they seemed to know this reasonhad been wandering the earth trying to find resolution,
even before I did. I was meant to help them find Theirand justice, and support for his mourning wife.
Way Home.I guided him home, and as I lay in bed that night the
The shaman taught me how to do this and I knew itvivid stories of those I had helped that day swirled
wouldn't be long before I had my first opportunity tothrough my mind. Just as in the mediumship readings I
give it a try.did, these encounters had been intense and
I never had to go looking for a ghost, they wouldmemorable.
always find me. In my car, my shower - everywhere.Throughout the coming years I would guide thousands
When I lived in one particular home, they definitely hadof people home. Sometimes the experience was quick
a favorite gathering spot - my clothes closet. No oneand though they were grateful, the person or persons
ever wanted to go in my closet, and it was easy tohad nothing to say, and other times the encounter was
understand why. It was always filled with disincarnates.emotionally intimate, deeply meaningful and rich with
Generally speaking it looked like the waiting room of alearning.
doctor's office.Some of the ghosts whom I helped had only been
After meeting the shaman, I went home and walked indead for a few weeks, others had wandered the
my closet with a new purpose and my visitorsearthplane for several decades and still others had
seemed to know it. Everyone was staring at me,been lost and haunting for hundreds of years.
waiting for me to take the lead. I decided to start withThere is a short window between our death and our
the gentleman to my left in the red plaid shirt andburial when we're allowed to visit loved ones and
began following the teachings the shaman gave me.attend our funeral and our burial. After that, angels and
"Okay," I exhaled as I faced him. I didn't expect to heardeceased loved ones come for us and we're guided
anything from him but as soon as I acknowledged himto go home. Though not everyone follows this
he began to speak.guidance, most of us do.
As he asked me to help his wife, images of how he