Voices from Paradise: How the Dead Speak to Us [Paperback]

Effectively an ongoing EVP research project with valuable information on optimal recording conditions and procedures.

A unique book, the first autobiographical one on an evidential paranormal phenomena (EVP) which proves we do not die, ever published in the UK.

Ten years ago my son Paul died, suddenly, without warning. Without knowing anything about EVP (Electronic Voice Phenomena)I stumbled on it. EVP is a miraculous method of capturing voices of the dead by electronic means. I also found that spirit voices were appearing on my telephone answering machine and messages coming through the television set. For ten years I have struggled to convince people, most of whom are intensely sceptical, that I am indeed capturing voices of dead people on my recorder, that we do not and cannot die, even if we want to. We just move to another plane of existence. Suddenly, a mainstream film is made in the USA named White Noise. It's all about the EVP. But who's ever heard of the EVP? So people will see the film and still be none the wiser. How does it work? Who can capture the voices? Can anyone? Where are the dead people who are speaking? And so on..and on. Read my book, then you will know!

Death does not respect status or age. It often comes as a thief in the night, unexpectedly robbing the vicim of life and leaving friends and relatives bewildered and bereft. Who among us has not lost someone we loved? And who does not long to make contact with that loved person again - to know that they still live, but in another dimension? After the sudden death of her son Paul Judith Chisholm learned that death is not the end, but a change of form. That our loved ones are waiting for us a heartbeat away in another world. She tells the story of her journey from death and despait to revelation and hope. We read how, in the years since his death, she has used paranormal phenomena first discovered half a century ago to record Paul's voice on a tape recorder. It is an experience many others have shared. The book explains in detail how the procedure works. It can be tested by anmyone who wishes to: it is the only known psychic phenomenon that it is repeatable!
and provides its own evidence. Readers can try for themselves to open channels of communbication with their own loved ones who have crossd the divide between this life and their new life on the other side. While there is no guarantee, it can certainly be said to work for many.

Judith Chisholm; had two sons, lost one, Paul, much loved; has one left,Victor. She is a journalist and lives in London. Has a Degree in Literature (not bought off the internet). She appears to be singular in so far as she is in touch at will with dead people to whom she speaks and who speak to her via her digital recorder. She has demonstrated this fact on television and to once-sceptical observers many times. She has no idea why she has been singled out to receive such voluminous and evidential communication from the spirit world other than to suggest it is because her background is communication and this miracle certainly needs to be communicated.
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Neither Vic nor I are couch potatoes, but for some reason, in those early barren days, we got into the habit of sitting glued to the television whenever possible, and often into the early hours of the morning. We even bought video games and a television remote control, unthinkable in our former lives. We'd just sit staring at the dots on the screen whirling into a myriad vague shapes, mesmerised by them. Or we'd get Teletext on screen and scan it endlessly, often gazing at the same display for hours. The screen acted like a morphine injection, numbing and enabling. One evening, the 6th December, Teletext went completely wrong with a black line drawn across the top of the screen. The whole display was distorted, and this distortion lasted an hour. The odd thing was that coherent words kept appearing in the jumble in various sections of the screen against a background of all other words being completely scrambled. 'Why me?' flicked on several times. Then in another section 'Wicked'. Then quickly came 'Close to' and 'Funne'.

One's natural tendency is to read something into everything in the sort of situation we found ourselves in, especially in the light of the significant things that had already happened: Paul's spirit return on his birthday; his visit to Frank; the return phone call from the answering machine to his father's phone; Mr Lister the medium and his startlingly accurate evidence. We were very conscious of having to resist this trap, to stay sceptical, clear-headed and objective. And, indeed, this wasn't too difficult for either of us as our inclination was to be on the borderlines of belief, although with an open mind. But - 'Why me?', 'Close to', 'Funne' and 'Wicked'. Apart from the last they were completely self-explanatory and 'wicked' was a word much used by Paul to desribe something very enjoyable.

On the evening of the following day, stationed in front of the television again staring at Teletext, Channel 4 went wrong and the words 'The Big One' flashed on for a second. We both saw it and reacted in the same way - with amazement. Paul used this phrase continually. It was a major part of his vocabulary. On the eighth of December, glued to Teletext by this time, 'Widge' came up on the screen twice as a substitute for 'Bridge'. 'Widge' was Paul's nickname. What was happening? Was Paul trying to speak to us, to reassure us, via the television? That's what it looked like.