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Death and its Mystery: After Death – Camille Flammarion

A teacher in Copenhagen, who asked me not to give her name, told me that when she was about twenty years old she was in the habit of corresponding with her husband by means of thought. Both of them usually put down, in automatic writing, the same ideas at the same time. She adds:

My husband fell ill, and was being nursed, in a hospital which was some distance away from me. One morning he appeared to me at the foot of my bed, seemingly in good health. It was a dream, but a dream which awakened me, and made me cry out suddenly, “You here, and well!"

 I gazed about, I sought for him ; he was not there, of course, but I heard his voice say, in tones so pleading that I shall never forget them, “Pray, my dear, pray.” On that morning he had died suddenly, the victim of an accident.

On the supposition that a large number of accounts, sent you from all countries, may help you to solve the deepest problems of the soul, I am sending you these lines, professor, written from Denmark. They may aid in your investigations, so helpful to humanity. But if my true statement is to be published, I shall ask you not to let my name be known.

(Letter 929.)