Answers From The Other Side

By Julie Ann Tyso

What happens to us when we die? Does heaven really exist? If so, what does the afterlife look like? Although death happens to everyone eventually, we know little about the process and the only way that we can get answers is to talk to someone who is already there. Through channelled mediumship communication with a spirit called Battrick, this book attempts to answer some of those questions. The spirit world wants us to know that the essence of who we are does not die with our physical body. We are all spiritual beings having an earthly experience and the energy that is ‘us’ cannot be destroyed; this life is not all there is.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Brown Dog Books
• Release date: Jun 8, 2022
• ISBN: 9781839524882

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INTRODUCTION

I am not even sure what led me to sit in front of the computer on the morning of 25 October 2017 and begin to channel this book, but I felt a need to sit and share what I believe was being shared with me and take you all on this journey with me.

Yes, the desire to write a book one day had been in my mind on and off (more ‘off’) at different times in my life, but then, I assume many people feel like that. Many of us believe we have a book in us, but if I did then I certainly had no idea what mine might be!

I suddenly felt guided to do this now. The idea came to me over the course of a couple of days and it suddenly felt right to sit down and try. I decided that if I was going to give this a fair chance then I needed to allocate set times to work on it. I work better in the mornings, so getting up and sitting down in front of the computer at 8 am on the dot was what I decided to do. For the first time in my adult life I had spare time – not a massive amount, but some that I could allocate to this venture.

I have used handwritten journals to record my thoughts for as long as I can remember. Usually, entries are scribbled and consist of emotional outpourings which help me to understand what is going on around me. I sometimes write down a question in my journal and just wait to see what comes. I can honestly say that after an hour or so of journaling, my thoughts became clearer and I am able to look at my life in different ways. The process is valuable and I have often felt the answers I received were guided from a higher source. As life has become easier the journal entries become less frequent, but in times of confusion or sadness, they are my best friend.

My handwriting is difficult to read, even by me, so if I was going to do anything as involved as writing a book then capturing the words directly onto the computer was my only option. I could say that the idea came to me overnight, but honestly, the seed was somehow planted and I am not sure I was even party to the decision.

I seemed to be given very clear instructions about how to do this. I was to sit at the computer at 8 am two or three mornings a week, with the days being flexible on both sides, but they were always to be weekdays. It was made clear that the dictation would not be in chapter order and was to be edited later. I was to take dictation in a question/answer format and at the end of the session I was to print the file and save it in two places, with a new word document being started each day. The spiritual time allocated to me was a two-hour slot for each session, taking me up to 10 am. As the sessions progressed, I noted that dictation was winding down at around 9.15 am and in that time I had usually typed anything up to 2,500 words. That averaged out at over 33 words per minute: way beyond my normal typing speed and quite inexplicable!

At the end of each dictation, I would go back and check spelling errors, put my questions in italics, indent them, print the hard copy and then save as directed. I put the paper copies in a clear-view plastic file and for the most part hardly looked at them again for weeks. I then went on with my day as normal. The dictation started on 25 October and ended on 31 January the following year, although there was further editing guidance after that date.

I decided not to tell anyone about this, other than my dear best friend and other half. Nothing I do seems to surprise him anymore and he takes everything in his stride. Occasionally, I would ask him to read something, but more often not. The odd thing is, as soon as I had finished the dictation, I could barely remember any of it! There were a couple of times when I attempted to explain to him what I had been told and I made a complete mess of it. When he did finally read a few sections, he helped me to confirm that this was not coming from me. In fact, he suggested that I might not even be posing the questions on my own. I had not even considered that. Coming from the person who knows me best, this was a revelation.

Although my name is on the front cover, I would have to argue that I am not the true author of this book. I provide translation and secretarial services, for want of a better expression. Although looking back on my life so far, I can see that a great deal of it has been in synchronistic preparation for this moment.

My job in relation to this book is to be a clear channel for the information that is coming through and to record it accurately. It is important for me to point out here that I was not physically taken over or in any sort of trance when writing this, but I did need to get my thoughts out of the way so the words could come through.

To a large extent my background is unimportant, but if I was reading this I would want to know. It is all part of being able to trust that the information contained here is honest and true. The real test, of course, is how these words feel to you. I believe that for many people they will resonate at a very deep level, as they have done for me. It is important, however, that you have some confidence in the translator, and for that reason I am providing my credentials.

For this type of work, my academic background is probably of less interest than my spiritual one. I have spent most of my working life as an academic at a UK university. Before that, I worked in industry and before that I trained as a bilingual secretary, so translation and secretarial service are not unknown to me. I have a degree in Information Technology and an MA in Teaching and Learning. I am not a scientist in the true sense of the word and my knowledge of physics and chemistry is non-existent. My academic expertise is in Logistics, Supply Chain and Information Systems. With a significant birthday looming on the horizon, I decided to relinquish my full-time university post and become what I prefer to describe as a ‘freelancer’. Consequently, there was some spare time: space had been made for this to take place!

My spiritual life is not entirely compatible with my academic one and for the most part I have kept it under wraps at work. Over the years, I have had the pleasure of teaching thousands of students from culturally diverse backgrounds. I have also travelled overseas to teach and I have the utmost respect for everyone I have encountered. It would not have been appropriate to discuss my spiritual beliefs in this context. That is not to say that my spiritual experiences are not important to me. On the contrary, they make me who I am.

My earliest memory is of me lying in my pram and pulling the nose off a much-loved teddy bear. This was well before the time of toy regulation, and in any case this bear was home-made. As a very small infant, I knew who had given the bear to me and that the bear had no feelings, and probably that the nose could be returned to its rightful place, but despite the adult logic, the baby in me cried. I remember being more surprised about my crying than the event which had brought it on. My mother came rushing to find out what the noise was about, and I held up the nose that was still stuck in my little fist. I wanted to tell her that I knew this was an inanimate object with no feelings and I was over-reacting, but as a baby I did not have the words.

During my childhood I experienced feelings that I knew things were going to happen, but these were usually just a few minutes or so before they did and surely everyone did that? I had no brothers or sisters to compare notes with, so everything I did was, I assumed, in some way normal, as it was normal for me. When put to bed, I would sometimes leave my body and travel down the road to my primary school. There was an area behind the stage that fascinated me and I would make regular journeys to check it out. Fortunately, this seems to have been an activity that lasted for a relatively short time. Primary school was not a particularly happy place for me and eventually I had no desire to return there out of hours. One thing that I knew and would tell people was: ‘we are not our bodies’. I never had any doubt of that and I remember standing with a group of friends aged around eight saying these words. Children at that time did a lot of name-calling and physical malfunctions were not subject to the political correctness we have today. I couldn’t understand the obsession with physical appearance when we were, and are, so much more.

Secondary school was an altogether more pleasant experience. Just having one child, my parents (or rather, my mother) decided that I might do better at a private school. I wasn’t performing well in the state system and had what would now be diagnosed as mild dyslexia. The decision about which school to send me to was taken purely on cost grounds. The local stage school was considerably cheaper than the convent school. Thank goodness for that! I fitted in better than I had at primary school, but more importantly, this school gave me some much-needed confidence. The speech and drama lessons, together with acting classes, have given me the voice projection necessary to reach a large group of students who would sometimes prefer to be doing something else. Coincidence? Or it could have been part of a grand plan all along.

Marriage and children followed, life became busy and, for a few years at least, I suppressed the urge to remind people that we are not just our bodies; I think I might be talking to dead people; and by the way, I can remember my past lives (there is so much I could say about this). Suffice to say, I decided to read everything I could about all things ‘spiritual’ and surrounded myself with crystals and other bits of paraphernalia, which I hoped would help me lift the veil and understand what was going on.

I believe that the spirit world has put me on their own training course, leading me to the next teacher, book or experience. Sometimes this has been less than subtle, such as a book refusing to return to a shelf in a shop and literally falling into my hands, or a chance conversation leading me to just the right teacher at the right time. The culmination of much of this learning process was a ‘baptism of light’, after which many more things became clear. Learning never ends, of course, and I am sure I shall be trying to improve the quality of messages I can bring through from the spirit world until the moment when I take my last breath and join them myself. Getting accurate messages through to people here is something I take very seriously; it is a massive responsibility and not something that should be undertaken lightly. There are some excellent mediums, but unfortunately also people out there giving messages that are more from themselves than from a contact in the spirit world. For the most part they do not set out to mislead people, but accurate interpretation is everything.

So, what makes me I think I have the right to do this? Despite the potential risk of inaccuracies, I believe that everyone has a right to more information. However, that information must pass through their own personal filter. Does it feel right to you? Does this information enable you to move forward in a more positive way? Will it help to enable you to come to terms with what is an inevitable part of life?

As any student will tell you, my training as an academic means that I would normally write