I was a hospice worker. So, when somebody would come in to see me and would say, “Hey, I want to share something with you that happened when my father was dying. He was very close to the end of his life, and was coming in and out of consciousness, sleeping a great deal. A few times he woke up, and he was energetic, vital, and carrying on a conversation with his deceased brother. And I was just listening to the conversation. And it was like they were in the room together. It was like it was going on right in front of me, except that I really wasn’t a part of the conversation, at all. It was like they were in their own dimension, and it was difficult even to talk to my father.” – William Peters