The Listener.

The Letter. My name is William and this is my story.

Hope, when you think there is none.  I remember standing on the top of the hill taking his letter out of my pocket,  and  reading again. I have a new life now and I’m grateful every day to the German soldier who gave me his letter.

Suicide.

Suicide It is a space, a space where no one else can reach you. It is the emptiness of all emptiness' it is depression. I had a million things to hold on to, but nothing could fill the space of time. You can hear yourself laughing, and you can feel yourself smile, and your everyday experiences justkeep rolling by. Did I brush my teeth this morning? Did I fill the car with fuel? Did I say goodbye to the children? Did I forget something on my shopping list? What did I forget? I had planned to have tea with my friends. But nothing seems to connect. It is just a space within a space. It is not that we forget. It is just time. You never know when the depression will happen again, and you don't know whether it will ever stop, and you pray to God that it will end quickly. You think of a million of things that would hold you here,and then all thoughts disappear, and once again, you are left with emptiness. It is space a space of depression of all time; it does not mean that we do not love our loved ones, and it does not mean we do not want to be happy. It is a time frame of one second of one moment of time. I do know it is very hard to explain. I do know it is a sickness, and I know it is always with me,at all times just waiting, and when there is no one else with us, we look to the sky for answers, but there is none. We feel ourselves turning and twisting inside, trying to keep the thoughts away, sometimes, it is just like a flick of the switch, and a light comes in, and once again, we are ourselves. People used to tell me that God does not forgive suicides. I can tell you they are wrong. There is always someone waiting and waiting for that one moment of time when we feel once more the time frame of life itself. I have heard that phrase many times in my books. There is no other way to explain when we say it is a moment of time; that is exactly what it is. I ask for forgiveness,from our loved ones, for not holding their hand a little longer. Be not the judge, and you shall not be judged, for this is the beginning and not the end. Once again, we will journey through time. And find the place that holds us safely until,once more, we will return to the things we love and miss most. To find a place of belonging and contentment, a place where we can forgive ourselves. But most of all, a place where we can return to our loved ones and try to help them understand the ways of suicide. Please do not judge us, and please forgive us. By Pam McCagh. © copyright ©

The Listener.

This Is My World. I am a suicide survivor, and through a Death experience,  I was given the gift of listening. I listen to the Dead telling me their stories of their life and Death experiences. I have listened to hundreds of their stories, filled 23 books and won four book awards. But it is the way the stories were written that is the most intriguing; I work through memories, their memories, and I am their storyteller. My world is a wonderful world. It is an enchanting world which knows no boundaries; it is life and Death andcircumstances beyond  control. Death is a rebirth, a rebirth of souls; it is a place beyond comprehension, and it is a place of peace and understanding. It is a time frame within the time frame of one second of one moment of life. That carries memories of life that we have lived time and time before. Pam McCagh. © Copyright ©

Death Comes With No Choice.

Death Comes With No Choice. All my books are written through Memories, Their Memories  It gives readers a nuanced view of Death and confirms its inevitable presence in our lives. The author clears many doubts surrounding the myth of what happens after we die by exploring the end in a way that helps readers appreciate life in general. All the stories have been written by automatic writing, which also reveals the author's ability to connect with the spirit world. Her spiritual powers make the storiesgenuine and effective. The book helps us to have a better understanding of life, Death, and consciousness. It is a fascinating book that raises your awareness surrounding Death, and it helps us look at the inevitable with adifferent perspective and acceptance. Comments from the American Book Review's Pam McCagh © Copyright ©

A Different Kind Of Story.

A Different kind of story. A different kind of story is about the way that thestory comes through, Or the way I listen, sometimes it comes when I’m on the computer and sometimes it comes when I’m in the garden. But mostly it comes when I have gone to bed and I hold my hand out for the ones that wait. These are their stories and this is their book. Pam McCagh. © Copyright ©