Sometimes it has taken me months to realise that a dead person is trying to communicate with me. At first I notice some of the dead personality hanging around me, but it is all too vague to be sure. The vague impressions can persist week after week. I am doubtful and don't get any further by concentrating on the impressions. Eventually, for some reason, a stronger sense of meaning arrives with the impressions. Suddenly I capture what this dead soul must be feeling. As soon as I start to reflect those feelings back to the dead person, their whole agenda seems to unravel. I know what their unfinished business is; what they have been lingering for. Then floods of emotions hit me, including deep regrets and emotions whch this person has taken to the grave. With all their darkness, they are reluctant to face God. I reassure them that God welcomes them and will help them deal with anything which doesn't fall away during the transition to "Heaven".
This morning, when I finally reached this level of communication with a soul which has been hanging round since May, I was struck by how devastated a person can feel at death. If you have spent your life playing ping-pong with emotions - just reacting to other people with whatever defenses come first to your mind - you can feel totally foolish and empty at death, regretting that you did not prepare yourself for something better. God doesn't mind, though. You just have to be willing to let your business go, and accept the light, when you find yourself dead yet conscious.