The subject is not new, but every time it is brought about there is always someone to come up with the phrase: Nobody has ever come back from the other side to say he is alive.

        Those who repeat the cliché have no idea or even ignore that the communications of the so-called dead ones happen every day under our eyes, around us.

        Many are the cases of those who have returned after the physical body death, witnessing life goes on. And it is abundant.

        There are cases of relatives, affectionate ones, who make themselves recognizable to the more intimate ones through undeniable signs.

        Or simply friends, colleagues, someone who wishes to help someone else.

        In 1943, a former English air force pilot named Robert Gislepie was training with a crew of students over the sea of Ireland.

        One night, he received an order to check eventual problems of a plane coming from Canada.

        He quickly flew with his students and one hour and a half later, they reached the exact local of the Canadian plane last radio contact.

        Because of the heavy fog, they flew without any visibility. Thus, they decided to return to the base. What was the use of searching if they could not see anything?

        One of the engines then failed. Ice began to accumulate on the wings.

        Gislepie thought of lowering altitude in order to get rid of the ice, but if he did so he would have to fly over the sea in order to avoid the mountains. Such attitude would make the route longer and the plane was short on fuel.

        What should he do? That was his dilemma.

        All of a sudden, a student sat by his side and told him: Maintain your altitude. We are just about to have a temperature change.

        The instructor obeyed the advice. A few minutes later the plane was out of risk.

        Full of joy, Gislepie asked the young man to thank the base for the instruction, as he thought the boy had received help from the ground team.

        So the boy looked at him and said:

        My name is Ken. Ken Russel. If you do not need me anymore, I shall go back...

        And he disappeared under the pilot’s astonished face.

        A few days later, during a conversation with his students, Gislepie pointed to one of them and said:

        You must be Ken Russel. You look very much alike to him.

        No, was the answer. I am Tony Russel. Ken Russel is my brother.

        He died the night we went searching for that Canadian plane. His plane fell into the sea and he died.

        Needless to comment on the pilot’s astonishment.

        He had been helped by a dead man.

        There are many other facts just like this one. Those who died are alive. And they care about those who stayed here.

        Even about those they do not have any relationship with at all. And they communicate, witnessing nobody dies for real. Only the physical body perishes.

        The Spirit keeps living and cares about whatever he used to while he was in the flesh.

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        Death is always the key to unchain life’s perfume. There is no such thing as death. Everything is recreation.

        Death simply reveals life on a wider basis.

        Think about it.

Spiritist Moment Team, based on the article Morto dá dica na hora certa, from the Correio Fraterno do ABC newspaper, july /1996 and on chapter A morte, from the book Rosângela, by the Spirit Rosângela, psychographed by J.Raul Teixeira, publishing house: Fráter.
July 21 2008.