Michael Prescott's Blog

I’ve often heard it said that the life span used to be lower. Especially say, around 100 years ago. But this is contradicted by one of the major Upanishads, which states that people can live for 100 years.

Wouldn’t child mortality rates play a major role in life expectancy statistics? It seems like life spans would appear lower if many young people are dying. In other words, if you can make it to age 5, did your life expectancy get bumped up to modern day levels?

Gee Lynn, I must have voices talking to me all the time too but I always thought that they were just my own intelligent experienced subconscious mind, perhaps, that was doing the talking. I have that kind of chatter going on constantly in my head. I don’t know Lynn but with all due respect the examples you gave seem more like common sense than communication from the spirit world.-AOD :^}

I just want to add too, there were many other examples Amos, e.g telling me my daughter was not on the school bus. So I rung her to find she was still at school trying out for their production which she had failed to tell me.
It’s hard to reproduce experiences on a page. Particularly my ebook!
Like you I doubted it all, till everything I was told was validated. Now they don’t vocalise as much, and I suspect it’s because I now understand. Lyn x.

Lynn’s right, Amos. I hear that voice too, it’s like a good friend and protector whispering over my shoulder – very different from self-talk. But I must confess that it’s become much more clear to me as I’ve got older. Perhaps I’m more easy to influence now; less cock sure?
Anyway, the first time I heard about such a thing was from my mother. She told me about a day, before I was born, when she was making dinner for the family, which at that time comprised my father, my sister, Lynn, and, of course, my mother.
It was to be a salad and, having prepared everything she went to the window to see if she could see my father on the lane outside, returning home from work.
Suddenly, she felt a distinct poke in the shoulder and, startled, turned around to see my sister, who was sitting in her high chair at the table, playing with the empty salmon tin that my mother had left within Lynn’s reach. In those days tin openers were strictly manual and left a jagged edge both on the rim and at the edge of the lid. Apparently, Lynn had pushed her fist into that tin and had she turned it would more than likely have cut her wrist deeply.
The effect of the experience was so powerful that my mother said she would never forget the feeling of that poke on the shoulder – and I don’t believe she ever did.
It wasn’t a voice, it was a much more immediate and dramatic communication. Perhaps, like me, my mother wasn’t such a good listener when young and needed a physical nudge to hear that most important warning.

Thanks David! That was so great. It put a smile on my face. I love reading and hearing about end of life experiences, death bed visions, and nearing death awareness. I find it endlessly comforting and uplifting. Thank you so much.