Carole's Guided Afterlife Connection
Kate, Carole's daughter
In the video that follows, Carole describes her Guided Afterlife Connection with her daughter, Kate. This is the description of her state when she came into the session from the book, Guided Afterlife Connections:
“Monday morning at 4 a.m., the police were knocking on our door. Stephen let them in. One of the police officers looked at me apologetically and said, ’There’s been an accident. Your daughter was killed.’ I jumped on the back of the couch screaming. It was the worst night of my life.
“As the day wore on, we learned what had happened. Kate and her boyfriend were in the car alone when the car left the road and crashed through a guardrail. Other cars stopped when they saw the accident. A kind stranger went down to the car and was with my daughter when she died.”
Carole looked at Rochelle with tears flowing down her cheeks. “I wasn’t there when she took her last breath. People told me that by the time they got to the car, Kate had died instantly. They said she didn’t suffer. God gave me my child’s death my way, despite how horrible it was.”
During the session, she connected with her daughter. Her state of mind changed dramatically. This is the description from the book of how Carole was feeling at the end of the session:
After she watched Kate leave, Carole opened her eyes and the Guided Afterlife Connection was over. She laughed and leaned back in her chair. “That was her,” she said. “I know it was her.” She laughed some more, rolling from side to side in her chair. “She was barely touching the ground. IT WAS HER! I KNOW IT WAS HER!”
When Carole began the session, she said that the images and thoughts connected with Kate’s death were very distressing, especially the thought that she wasn’t there when Kate took her last breath. At the end of the session, Carole was laughing and ecstatic about reconnecting with her daughter, Kate.
Click on the "Play" arrow below to hear Carole's account of what happened.
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