I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, experimenting. There was no pain in my chest. I took another and became even more aware, as if waking up from a dream. Then I felt a familiar touch. When I opened my eyes, Tamara was right next to me. She was real, too; I could feel her. She was alive. I could feel her familiar vibration even more powerfully than her physical presence.
She looked the same as she always had, beautiful, but now I could feel her presence at a deeper level than ever before. Beyond how she looked, I was experiencing everything about the essence and power of her soul.
However, she was crying and upset.
Why were we here?
Was the crash a bad dream, or had I died? Had we both...
Do our brains communicate with one another? And how?
Perhaps I should rephrase that by saying, and how!!!
Of course we communicate through our brains which interpret our senses. That’s how we see, smell, hear, taste and feel. But I am talking about a sixth sense, one in which information is passed silently from brain to brain, as in extrasensory perception or during shared-death experiences. I have seen this form of communication in my own life and in the lives of others, and can tell you that it happens. Brains can communicate with one another although I truly don’t know if it is brains that do this --or that thing known as the mind. Or. . . .?
In my own life, I experienced this brain communication when my mother died. And although it wasn’t a direct communication with her, it was communication through another person. Here’s what happened:
About 30 minutes before my mother died, I received a telephone call from Vernon Neppe, MD, the then director of neuropharmacology at University of Washington. I had once worked on a book project with Neppe about his fascinating research on déjà vu, but had not communicated with him for several years, so this call was no more expected than what he had to say.
“Something strange happened this morning,” he said, sounding quizzical. “I was reading the newspaper and a voice came to me that said, ‘Call Paul Perry.’ I ignored it and a few minutes later it happened again, ‘Call Paul Perry.’ So here I am. What’s going on?”