After Death Communication.
There have been several after death events in my life. The first one I can recall was about age 7 in 1945 a few years after my uncle was killed in the US Army as described in another blog post. The other events happened much more closely to the actual date of the death of a friend or family member and were just brief encounters such as a smell or an unexpected encounter with a bird. The first event that clearly changed my life is described below. The editor described below is Charles T. Tart, Ph.D. This article first appeared on his website, T.A.S.T.E., The Archives of Scientists' Transcendent Experiences.
Anthony Chipoletti (real name) graduated from the University of Pittsburgh in 1980 with a BS degree that included training in Chemistry, Biology and Psychology. He was employed for a time in Pittsburgh in 1968 as a medical research technician in hematology and hemophilia research with Jessica Lewis, who discovered Factor VIII. Financial and family needs kept him from further graduate education and he was employed as a researcher in the media industry.
Beyond the Light, by Anthony Chipoletti.
Early in 1995, about one year before my mother's death, December 14, 1995, I saw a copy of the book Beyond the Light, written by P. M. H. Atwater. I seemed to have many of the personal attributes of the people she described as near death survivors. I could not clearly recall any NDE event except for a brief childhood episode after tonsil surgery under ether;
I wrote to her, and she sent seminar details;
I also realized that the medical community and other folks around Pittsburgh PA were interested or involved in NDE research. For example, one of the local hospitals was cooling bodies of patients, and repairing their blood vessels near the brain stem. Patients who survived lost all awareness of who they were, and any other personal identity, including other skills such as reading and writing.
Dr. Atwater's research seemed to me to include reputable sources in the scientific and medical communities.
In May of 1996, six months after my mother's death on December 14, 1995, and very near my mother's birthday on May 9, I was preparing for a visit to the city of Pittsburgh by P. M. H. Atwater.
Atwater had given me three names and phone numbers to call for background information on her near death research, which she was scheduled to speak about in June 1996 at my invitation.
My first call was to a gentleman who hosted near death seminars in his home for many years. He was a dedicated skeptic and did not believe the experience was real.
The second person was the mother of a young son. She and her son experienced an unusual event, and had been featured on a television show. However, she felt that people would inflate their experiences to get attention, as she did.
The third call lasted about thirty minutes. I do not recall any of the conversation. The woman had experienced a profound near death event.
As soon as I hung up the phone after the third call, my room, which is about nine feet high and twelve feet square, lit up with a wonderful, pale, golden light. I had risen from my chair, just after the call, and immediately sat back down. The light lasted about twenty minutes, then went away.
There have been several after death events in my life. The first one I can recall was about age 7 in 1945 a few years after my uncle was killed in the US Army as described in another blog post. The other events happened much more closely to the actual date of the death of a friend or family member and were just brief encounters such as a smell or an unexpected encounter with a bird. The first event that clearly changed my life is described below. The editor described below is Charles T. Tart, Ph.D. This article first appeared on his website, T.A.S.T.E., The Archives of Scientists' Transcendent Experiences.
Anthony Chipoletti (real name) graduated from the University of Pittsburgh in 1980 with a BS degree that included training in Chemistry, Biology and Psychology. He was employed for a time in Pittsburgh in 1968 as a medical research technician in hematology and hemophilia research with Jessica Lewis, who discovered Factor VIII. Financial and family needs kept him from further graduate education and he was employed as a researcher in the media industry.
Beyond the Light, by Anthony Chipoletti.
Early in 1995, about one year before my mother's death, December 14, 1995, I saw a copy of the book Beyond the Light, written by P. M. H. Atwater. I seemed to have many of the personal attributes of the people she described as near death survivors. I could not clearly recall any NDE event except for a brief childhood episode after tonsil surgery under ether;
I wrote to her, and she sent seminar details;
I also realized that the medical community and other folks around Pittsburgh PA were interested or involved in NDE research. For example, one of the local hospitals was cooling bodies of patients, and repairing their blood vessels near the brain stem. Patients who survived lost all awareness of who they were, and any other personal identity, including other skills such as reading and writing.
Dr. Atwater's research seemed to me to include reputable sources in the scientific and medical communities.
In May of 1996, six months after my mother's death on December 14, 1995, and very near my mother's birthday on May 9, I was preparing for a visit to the city of Pittsburgh by P. M. H. Atwater.
Atwater had given me three names and phone numbers to call for background information on her near death research, which she was scheduled to speak about in June 1996 at my invitation.
My first call was to a gentleman who hosted near death seminars in his home for many years. He was a dedicated skeptic and did not believe the experience was real.
The second person was the mother of a young son. She and her son experienced an unusual event, and had been featured on a television show. However, she felt that people would inflate their experiences to get attention, as she did.
The third call lasted about thirty minutes. I do not recall any of the conversation. The woman had experienced a profound near death event.
As soon as I hung up the phone after the third call, my room, which is about nine feet high and twelve feet square, lit up with a wonderful, pale, golden light. I had risen from my chair, just after the call, and immediately sat back down. The light lasted about twenty minutes, then went away.
About one year after my Light experience, I asked P. M. H. Atwater if she had informed her friend about it. She stated that the Light experience had happened to many others after speaking with her friend, so she had not mentioned mine!
Contributor's Comments on the Experience:
Editor: Were there any psychological effects of the light?
My psychological interpretation of the light was that it consisted of, or included, the spiritual presence of my mother, who had died about six months before the light appeared;
Editor: As described, it just sounds like a curiosity. Perhaps that's all it was, I don't want to put words in your mouth, but perhaps there were other effects?
There were no other effects;
Editor: And did the light seem to have a source, interact with whatever illumination was already in the room (what was that?), be sourceless, or what?
The light did not seem to me to have a physical source, nor interact with any physical aspect; The room was lit with a bare 100 watt bulb in a mid ceiling fixture; The home is probably built around 1930 or 1940 and has been renovated.
The light fixture is not modern and dates probably from the 1950s or even the original building; it has no adjustments nor shades, simply 120 volts and a ceramic bulb receptor;
When we moved into the home, around 1990, I cleaned the dust from the ceiling fixture and reconnected the house wires to the electrical connections at the base of the fixture, which is metal.
https://www.aapsglobal.com/2000/04/19/44-beyond-the-light/
Additional reference:
A Systematic Review of Research on After-Death Communication (ADC) https://digital.library.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metadc84284/
The third call was with Nancy Clark:
She included my story in her book:
Pages 118 to 120:
“Perhaps they are not stars in the sky, but rather openings where our loved ones shine down to let us know they are happy."
— 🪶Native Red Cloud🪶MaÈŸpÃya Lúta🪶5thGen🦬FM3⚡️🦉 (@Native3rd) December 3, 2021
~ Inuit Elder Saying
2:38 minutes, Cathy Fisher:
'...and all of a sudden I was as if I was zipping through space fast but without any fear or any physical feeling really about it just a little bit of sensation and I knew I was dying and I was like I didn't know this was going to happen but you don't really have time to think about that either and all these like lights little stars were going like I was going past them but it felt like they were coming past me and the further I got and and this was all very fast I mean it seemed like it happened faster than I can explain it I realized that those stars were people like ancestors or people that had been um and I felt like I know them but I don't know them and as I got toward the end of whatever that Trek was um there off in the distance was this beautiful light um it was very white but not blinding uh it was glowing it was warm it had so much radiating from it it's not describable but it was love and peace and just this phenomenal sense of well-being...'
A Native American woman guided me in this ritual. It was done because my
home area was in seven straight days of severe drought with dangerous
ozone levels in the air. This event happened on Saturday, June 12, 1999 at
dawn. I went outside and saw that the entire sky had a thick cloud cover
that was pink and blue all over, like a baby's blanket. My daughter's
baby boy, Dakota, had died at birth, three months before this event.
Dakota was stillborn on March 11, 1999.
Mizuko was stillborn on August 10, 2010
Baby Bug Jones b/d April 20, 2013
There
was only one star visible high in the sky; I walked into the front lawn
to put that star directly over my head. This required me to walk on the
grass about six feet from the front of our house and about three feet
from the center of the house while facing the house;
I was facing toward
the West Power which is of Rain and Life; I looked up and smelled a
fresh flow, as if the water from the earth were going back up into the
sky; then I bent backwards, while standing, to search the whole sky to
see if there were any other stars; there were none visible except one,
very bright star, which appeared to be hiding itself behind a tree;
I
offered a gift which I believe has great spiritual power and is actually
named Gentle Rain. I believe that the star above me was my grandson,
Dakota, and that the star behind the tree was his sibling, Mizuko.
Dakota's mother has written letters to her dead children:
When I leaned back and saw the star behind the tree, I felt as though I was being lifted up by my back:
"Peace... comes within the souls of men when they realize their relationship, their oneness, with the universe and all its powers, and when they realize that at the center of the Universe dwells Wakan-Tanka, and that this center is really everywhere, it is within each of us."
--Black Elk (Hehaka Sapa), Oglala Lakota
Ella Cloud Horse, Little Warrior, Black Elk. Circa 1950
--Black Elk (Hehaka Sapa), Oglala Lakota
Ella Cloud Horse, Little Warrior, Black Elk. Circa 1950
