Hope, when you think there is none.

 I remember standing on the top of the hill taking his letter out of my pocket,  and  reading again. I have a new life now and I’m grateful every day to the German soldier who gave me his letter.

 Suicide

It is a space, a space where no one else can reach you. It is the emptiness of all emptiness' it is depression. I had a million things to hold on to, but nothing could fill the space of time. You can hear yourself laughing, and you can feel yourself smile, and your everyday experiences justkeep rolling by.

Did I brush my teeth this morning? Did I fill the car with fuel? Did I say goodbye to the children? Did I forget something on my shopping list? What did I forget?

I had planned to have tea with my friends. But nothing seems to connect. It is just a space within a space. It is not that we forget. It is just time. You never know when the depression will happen again, and you don't know whether it will ever stop, and you pray to God that it will end quickly.

You think of a million of things that would hold you here,and then all thoughts disappear, and once again, you are left with emptiness. It is space a space of depression of all time; it does not mean that we do not love our loved ones, and it does not mean we do not want to be happy. It is a time frame of one second of one moment of time. I do know it is very hard to explain.

I do know it is a sickness, and I know it is always with me,at all times just waiting, and when there is no one else with us, we look to the sky for answers, but there is none.

We feel ourselves turning and twisting inside, trying to keep the thoughts away, sometimes, it is just like a flick of the switch, and a light comes in, and once again, we are ourselves.

People used to tell me that God does not forgive suicides. I can tell you they are wrong. There is always someone waiting and waiting for that one moment of time when we feel once more the time frame of life itself.

I have heard that phrase many times in my books. There is no other way to explain when we say it is a moment of time; that is exactly what it is. I ask for forgiveness,from our loved ones, for not holding their hand a little longer.

Be not the judge, and you shall not be judged, for this is the beginning and not the end. Once again, we will journey through time. And find the place that holds us safely until,once more, we will return to the things we love and miss most.

To find a place of belonging and contentment, a place where we can forgive ourselves. But most of all, a place where we can return to our loved ones and try to help them understand the ways of suicide. Please do not judge us, and please forgive us.

By Pam McCagh. © copyright ©

This Is My World.

I am a suicide survivor, and through a Death experience,  I was given the gift of listening. I listen to the Dead telling me their stories of their life and Death experiences. I have listened to hundreds of their stories, filled 23 books and won four book awards.

But it is the way the stories were written that is the most intriguing; I work through memories, their memories, and I am their storyteller.

My world is a wonderful world. It is an enchanting world which knows no boundaries; it is life and Death andcircumstances beyond  control.

Death is a rebirth, a rebirth of souls; it is a place beyond comprehension, and it is a place of peace and understanding. It is a time frame within the time frame of one second of one moment of life. That carries memories of life that we have lived time and time before.

Pam McCagh. © Copyright ©

Death Comes With No Choice.

All my books are written through Memories, Their Memories  It gives readers a nuanced view of Death and confirms its inevitable presence in our lives. The author clears many doubts surrounding the myth of what happens after we die by exploring the end in a way that helps readers appreciate life in general.

All the stories have been written by automatic writing, which also reveals the author's ability to connect with the spirit world. Her spiritual powers make the storiesgenuine and effective. The book helps us to have a better understanding of life, Death, and consciousness. It is a fascinating book that raises your awareness surrounding Death, and it helps us look at the inevitable with adifferent perspective and acceptance. Comments from the American Book Review's

Pam McCagh © Copyright ©

A Different kind of story.

A different kind of story is about the way that thestory comes through, Or the way I listen, sometimes it comes when I’m on the computer and sometimes it comes when I’m in the garden.

But mostly it comes when I have gone to bed and I hold my hand out for the ones that wait.

These are their stories and this is their book.

Pam McCagh. © Copyright ©

A Letter Of Hope, Is about the beginning, the end, andsomewhere in between. A Letter Of Hope is about the future and the past.It is about hope; when you think you have nothing else to live for. But most of all it is a cry for help. It is about waiting and hoping.

It is about letting go of life. But most of all, it is aboutDeath. The stories are their stories from the other side. And I am their storyteller.

By Pam McCagh Copyright ©

I never know the title of my books, and sometimes, I am given the title of the book halfway through, and sometimes it is right at the end of the book.

This book was different. The title was given to me during one of my readings; halfway through the reading, I felt someone taking over my voice.

 I apologised and asked if she would mind writing down what I was going to say.She immediately picked up a pen and paper and wrote down The Caretaker of Souls. I explained that this would be the name of my new book, and then I continued with the reading.

Pam McCagh © Copyright ©

I was brought up to believe when Death comes, it comes with no choices,

but since I have been involved with so many Deaths. I have come to believe and understand, There are different ways to accept Death.

Nobody wants to die, but we do have a choice when Death calls.

Do we go or do we stay? That It is up to us.

Pam McCagh © Copyright ©

This was my third book, But this was different; I learned about the whispering souls, the crying souls and the souls that could not rest.

I learned how to hold them when they needed me most and when to let them go. But most of all I learned to understand, the ways of tomorrow.

Pam McCagh © Copyright ©

I decided to name this book Can Butterflies Cry because we need to remember that when someone is dying, we need to give them something to hold onto.

 For this little girl, she loved butterflies. We all need something or someone near the end.

Pam McCagh © Copyright ©

Sleep Never Comes Comes. Part One

These are some of the stories. Crossing Sarah over was one of my most difficult crossovers. Sarah is a young girl I know you will always love and remember and why she could not leave theEarth plane.

The little girl who could not find her mummy and the daddy. The father and son who were killed in a mining accident in Hull and The Penny teaches us that everything will work out in theend.

The Sargent who could not leave his men. Till We Meet Again shows us that love canconquer all. An Empty Chair is the waiting that tears us apart, and A Christmas Carol teaches us to let go when death calls and why. These were my first experiences crossing them over, and I hope you will enjoy their stories.

By Pam McCagh © Copyright ©

Grieving when we lose someone we love.

Hi my name is Pam McCagh, through a near death appearance I was given the gift oflistening.  I am a storyteller for the other side. Which means, I listen to the dead telling me?their stories of their life and death experiences.

Talking about how I completed my first book in nine weeks.

Hi my name is Pam McCagh, through a near death appearance I was given the gift oflistening.  I am a storyteller for the other side. Which means, I listen to the dead telling me?their stories of their life and death experiences.

The Angel Of Mercy has given me the gift of listening to the dead, telling me their stories of their life and death experiences.

Stories from the other side by Pam McCagh.

Hi my name is Pam McCagh, through a near death appearance I was given the gift oflistening.  I am a storyteller for the other side. Which means, I listen to the dead telling me?their stories of their life and death experiences.

The Door Keeper is known as someone who looks after all those that enter the door of all hospitals.

Hi my name is Pam McCagh, through a near death appearance I was given the gift oflistening.  I am a storyteller for the other side. Which means, I listen to the dead telling me?their stories of their life and death experiences.

The Weegie Board.

Hi my name is Pam McCagh, through a near death appearance I was given the gift oflistening.  I am a storyteller for the other side. Which means, I listen to the dead telling me?their stories of their life and death experiences.

The Grave Yard ?

Hi my name is Pam McCagh, through a near death appearance I was given the gift oflistening.  I am a storyteller for the other side. Which means, I listen to the dead telling me?their stories of their life and death experiences.

Catching Their Memories.

Hi my name is Pam McCagh, through a near death appearance I was given the gift oflistening.  I am a storyteller for the other side. Which means, I listen to the dead telling me?their stories of their life and death experiences.

This Is My Story.

   Through A Near-Death Experience. 

Through a near-death experience, I was given the gift of listing. I listen to the deadtelling me their stories of their life and death experiences through theirmemories.

And that 'iswhere my life began. I listen to their memories from all over the world andfrom all walks of life. When the spirits come to tell me their stories, I seethem, hear them, and feel them. I have listened to hundreds of the stories. Filled20 books and won three awards

But the mostimportant thing is how it is made possible for our memories to be joined asone; that is how I write down their stories.

I am withthem at the beginning, and I'm with them at the end, they always give me thetime to write down each heading of their stories until I have the time to goback to the computer. And then it is decided who will come first to tell theirstory.

And once that story is finished, it's the next person's turn and then the next.Their stories will enchant you. They will explain about life after death; theywill give you peace after losing a loved one, but most of all, they will teachyou how to accept life and death. The proof is in hundreds of their stories intheir books. And I am their storyteller. Pam McCagh

Hi my name is Pam McCagh, through a near death appearance I was given the gift oflistening.  I am a storyteller for the other side. Which means, I listen to the dead telling me?their stories of their life and death experiences.

A long time ago, I had a child that was stillborn. I namedher Tina Jane, and I never got over losing her. Time went by, and I alwayswondered where she went or if she was happy.

The Story Of The Tiniest Hand

My memories and I go back, and I can hear laughing, and Ican feel someone gently touching me with energy, not my body, but my soul. Ican feel the love that surrounds me. I can feel the gentle patter of thevibration of someone's hand tapping the tummy of the person that is carryingme. My mother and I feel contented.

I can feel it when I am in different places because of thesmells. I can smell not with nothing other than vibrations. Remembering, mybody has never been out of the womb and will be solely recognised by vibrationsonly.

When a person is sick, I can feel the vibration and when aperson is happy. But the worst vibration of all is the vibration of sadness,like what is happening today. I feel sad, and I'm wondering what is going on. Icannot feel the gentle tapping anymore. I can only feel the grasping of fear,and I can hear the screams. 

This is the first time I have felt this type of vibration.And I don't understand this feeling. I have quite a quick mind. I know that Ifeel that there is something wrong.

I feel someone pressing very hard on the person that iscarrying me, the vibrations are getting too strong, and I don't seem to haveany control over them. For the movement, I will let my mind wander back intotime, and I will call out for help. 

Someone is telling me that I will close my eyes soon and Iwill not open them again, that I must not worry that there will be someonewaiting for me.

I asked what was going on. They tell me that the personcarrying me to the new world is dying and that she will only live for a fewmore moments.

My body starts to shake, and I don't understand thisfeeling. I feel a sharp pain; somebody is explaining to me that the person Icall mummy is passing away. They are trying to save her life, but I know theywill not be able to.   I will askpermission to stay with my mummy until the end. I am granted that permission.

I feel my body gently being lifted out and laid down on theside of the bed, and there is a lot of noise going on. I cannot open my eyes. Ihear someone screaming out, saying they cannot revive me

  I don't quiteunderstand. I can sense things around me, and I can hear people talking. Then Iheard someone ask could the baby be buried with my wife. 

It must have been a few days later when I was gently placedin my mummy's arms. I feel someone standing by her side. And then I feel mymummy picking me up and holding me tightly in her arms, kissing the top of myhead and telling me how much she loves me, telling me about all the things thatshe wanted me to experience.

I could feel the warmth of the energy, and I never wanted itto stop. There I heard a bell ringing; and music, and then I felt my mummy'sarms holding me even tighter. I felt the last kiss from her on my foreheadbefore the lights flashed.

I know that I will not be able to stay with my mummy.Because she had to go in another direction than mine, I knew that I would haveto wait a long time again before I would get the opportunity to be rebornagain.

Sometimes, things don't go as well as we hope they would.But we always remember the first time that someone held us in their arms andplaced a kiss on our forehead. We once again feel the heartache that they feel.But most of all, we will feel the love of a mother, even if it is only a short time.

 We feel andexperience everything while we are waiting to be born, and we all hope that weare born to someone who will love us for the rest of our lives. Please say aprayer for us to feel once more what we once had and remember thought alleternity. 

Stories from the other side told by Pam mccagh.