I died when I was a boy of 8, when I fell and hit my head on an end table next to my bed. I saw a being in a burgandy robe and then I fell asleep, but I never forgot him.
Years went by when I would understand spirits and felt them. I would speak with them in my mind through telepathy, mostly to assist in their ascension to go home (heaven).
In 1999, I left my body completely and stood next to Jesus on the Mount of Olives where I found out I was the apostle Thomas. Seeing him bleeding with thorns on his head, I blamed myself and started searching for meaning in this vision.
I later met with many psychics and others who have helped me understand that I have been here since the beginning of time and space, and that I came from the star SIrius to assist in the ascension of this planet. Each night I go off to astral planes and timelines to clear issues, perform reincarnation of people who havent died yet...no joke, and go into " purgarory and hell" to raise souls back to heaven.
I have a humbling and profound gift that I believe we all have. Just want to share it with everyone. Many stories, even meeting the lost souls of Chernobyl.