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Darlene has heard me do this spiel many times—“Don’t show fear. If you show fear, then the visits will go away.” So Darlene said, “Well, you know, Grandma Pickle sees them, too!” Well, ever since then Alexander has been all over me. He knows that we share this ability and he knows that I will never think anything is strange if he tells me what he sees.
    One time, his sister Julia, who is six, fell down the steep basement stairs, landing on her knees on the concrete floor. Because she was startled, she cried. Darlene was scared to death. She yelled, “Oh, my God!” and ran to gather up her little girl, thinking they’d be making a trip to the hospital—or worse. But there was literally not a mark on her. She was completely fine. Alexander, who had witnessed the fall and seen the spirits intervene, told me, “They put her down. They held her when she fell. You believe me, right?”
    And many years ago, when I was only four months old (this is a story my mother told me) and my brother Harold was fifteen months, he fell out of a third-story window in the Newark projects where we were living. It was a terrible accident—he hit each cement windowsill on the way down and landed smack on the concrete sidewalk below, breaking virtually every bone in his body. The ambulance came and took him and he was pronounced dead at the hospital. He had a tag on his toe that said Baby Ferrell. My mother was beyond distraught—she was only twenty-two years old. She felt guilty, like the accident was her fault, and of course she couldn’t bear to think that her child was dead. My grandfather on my father’s side had the same ability that I have, and he said to her, “Don’t worry. He’ll make it, and he won’t have any sign of the accident.” How that could be possible only the Other Side would know. My mother at that time didn’t really know anything about my grandfather’s psychic abilities—it wasn’t talked about in the family. She probably thought my grandfather was crazy. She threw herself across Harold’s little body, and as she did so, she saw a tiny tear in the corner of his eye. She cried to the doctors, “Please, check him again!” They did, and were amazed to discover that he wasn’t dead after all. Harold spent six months in the hospital, but just as the Other Side had predicted, he had no lingering problems, not a mark from having fallen three stories and broken all his bones.

What happens in cases of accidental killings? Are they considered murder?
     
    First of all, I would have to say no, but this is one of the hardest questions because, as you know, I don’t believe there is any such thing as a coincidence (something unusual happening for no reason at all), so I have to say that in each case of an accidental death, the person who dies knew that their life this time would end in this way. Maybe they did not know the exact circumstances, but they would have agreed to leaving at or around that age in order to effect a particular lesson—not for himself, necessarily, more likely for the individual who caused the accident—and they would have been aware of at least a general idea of the reason. Each major circumstance of our lives has karmic reasons attached to it. It’s playing out an event to balance another previous event, and to offer a lesson to those involved. This is not to say that the person who is killed is conscious, while they are still on this side, that this is the plan. And the person who causes the accident also believes it was an accident, at least most of the time, even though they have made an agreement before coming here to play this very sad role. To everyone involved, the death appears to be an accident. I just know from all my experience talking with the Other Side that it’s not what it appears.
    I’ve had the experience more than once of doing a reading for someone who had found themselves in this type of circumstance. In one case, it was a man who had inadvertently killed