Natasha Richardson Goes Home To Heaven

Her time here was brief, just 45 years was what it took for her to fulfill her life's purpose on earth. When I first heard of her ski accident in Montreal, I saw her take a hard fall and saw/felt something "pop" in her head and begin to bleed. She couldn't feel this leak in her head, she could only feel the symptom, a headache, about an hour after her fall.

You may be asking, what if they knew her brain was hemorrhaging? Would she have been saved? What if she would have received an MRI immediately to check for brain injuries? Even then, there would be no guarantee that immediate surgery would have kept her here. When people are called home, there's not much that can be done to keep them here unless, for reasons known to God, there is a divine intervention.

I tuned into Ms. Richardson and she shared that she was shocked at first to realize her soul was no longer in her body. She saw and heard everything while lingering outside of her body after she fell unconscious and was pronounced brain dead. She was, of course, not dead but very much alive in shimmering white light still wearing her hospital gown, in awe of what she saw happening around the body she left behind.

The hardest part for her has been leaving her family and feeling that they can't feel her hugs or hear her assuring words from where she is. She says her family is a spiritual one, but the grief is heavy and all she wishes is for them to feel the warmth of the hugs she is giving them. She says there will be a trace of her perfume when she walks through a room and she would like her family to know that.

"Yes, that is me," she says, in case they doubt or question. "It is incredible the amount of attention my little life is receiving. Thank you, world. I ask that my sons not get angry, especially not at God. It's no one's fault and I will never truly leave them, I will always be by their side. Please tell my mum that I love her and my husband that he is strong enough to go on without me, and he will."

Ms. Richardson, who just asked me to call her Natasha, is a talkative, vibrant and gracious spirit. If she decides to share messages of her life lessons with us at length, I will include them in the Spiritualista e-zine.

Natasha and I share something in common. The hospital where she died, Lenox Hill Hospital in New York City, is the same hospital where I almost died from an illness in 1997.