I'm going to guess there is a thread somewhere here about this. But I would like to know...
Why is it that no NDE ever is someone coming back and saying, yep there was nothing there. Why is that?
We had just moved to a new house in a new state. Our budget was at all time low. And the bathtub suddenly refused to work. I was sitting on the edge of the tub in tears thinking that if I lived in another state and my grandfather was still alive, he would have been able to help me.
Then, in my head, I heard my grandfather's voice. "I can still help you." He said I needed a couple of tools, one a screwdriver (I knew what that was) and one I had no clue of. He said I could find the second tool in a box in the garage. (Great. The garage was still piled with boxes of low priority that had not been unpacked.) Grandpa was not perturbed. I went to the garage and Grandpa directed me to a box and pointed out the tool I needed. (I just knew by looking at a certain box and a certain tool.)
I went back to the tub, and Grandpa directed me in removing a part. He said to take that part to a hardware store--it needed to be replaced. Now, this part looked perfectly fine to me, but then I didn't know what it was supposed to look like. If Grandpa could point out a box that had a tool I needed, I figured I might as well go to the hardware store.
I took the part to the hardware store, and simply said I needed a new one. The man looked at it, started to say it looked fine, then checked himself and said, "You're right. There is a slight crack." He sold me a new one, and I went back home and installed it, this time on my own, since I remembered how I had removed it. The bathtub worked ever after.
I've often thought of this. Was I just desperate? Had I talked myself into finding the logical tools and removing the correct part--I, who knew nothing of bathtub plumbing? (After all, I was pretty good with locks, why not bathtubs?) I knew my grandfather's voice quite well, surely it wouldn't have been hard to imagine. I had been so upset, it doesn't take a professional to point out thinking of my grandfather would have been comforting.
Still, finding that tool in that particular out-of-the-way box and taking a particular part to the hardware store were really hard to explain. I mean, if I had opened up all the boxes and tried many different tools before I figured out the correct one...if I had taken several parts to the hardware store...the only reason I chose that box, that tool, that part is because of my grandfather's voice in my head.
Also...my dead grandfather had been an atheist his entire life. And he still sounded as loving as ever...not like he was burning in hell.
Everyone can think of this as they will. Sometimes I lean in one direction, more often in the other. It remains an anecdote that is interesting but in the end proves nothing. Most often I think my grandfather really was on hand to help me.