Santa Monica, California, USA
I've had serious and "real-seeming" conversations with dead people I know, and some live people, too, in my dreams. None of them mention heaven or hell, but next time somebody shows up, I'll ask.
If you are interested in the paranormal, yo0u might want to google Ted Serios and Dr. Jules Eisenbud.
Serios seemed to be able to project images onto film using only his mind. A controversial figure at best.In 1966, I believe, Serios,Eisenbud, and a writer from the now defunct Argosy magazine came to a university where I was doing a summer stint of hard time as a TA.
They were there to conduct an experiment. During this experiment, Serios attempted to project an image which was sealed in an envelope and which he had not seen, through the lense of a television camera. By circumstance, I was running the camera -- which consisted of making sure it was turned on, and otherwise shut up.
Serios needed to get drunk, that is, alter his normal state of consciousness, in order to do his thing. He also made use of a "gizmo," a curled tube of black paper, to stare through into the camera lens.
In a session which lasted several hours, Serios attempted to visualize the hidden image and project it into the camera. It seemed as if the experiment was a total failure, and the guy didn't even share his whiskey. The magazine writer went on to write a "debunking" article about the experiment.
What the writer didn't relate, possibly and perhaps simply because nobody bothered to tell him, was what was found later while reviewing the video tapes.
The sealed picture was that of a local bus, it's line number clearly visible. There was a flash on the tape, about midway through the session, of a bus.
Now, it's possible that through light reflections and the chance manipulation of Serios' gizmo, a bus like image might have randomly shown up. But the LINE NUMBER? That's pretty tricky.
I have no explanation for this at all beyond that of Kurt Vonnegut's Tralfamadorians, whom, when confronted with the unfathomable, raise their arms, waggle their fingers, and chant "Busy, Busy," a way of saying that there is a whole lot of stuff going on out there we don't know too much about.
Busy, busy, Jimbeaux