About three years ago, one member of our small meditation group passed away unexpectedly. Since then, I have felt her presence with me about twenty times, usually a couple of hours before our meditation meeting, and usually when my mind is busy with everyday tasks. Yesterday, her presence was clear and strong, 24 hours before our meeting and, as usual, when I had forgotten all about her. A couple of times, she has given me visions of things outside my knowledge which turned out to be true. I take that as a bit of proof of her survival after death. But what is more important to me, as with all of my visits from dead friends, is that she usually comes with nothing more than an atmosphere of compassion for me, and a feeling of being hugged. To me, that sudden blast of love, reducing me to tears while I was busy being hardened by one task or another, is better evidence than prophecy that there is a spirit world from which we can receive.