{"product_id":"the-light-between-us-isbn-9780812987928","title":"The Light Between Us","description":"\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eNEW YORK TIMES \u003c\/i\u003eBESTSELLER • For readers of \u003ci\u003eProof of Heaven\u003c\/i\u003e, the astonishing story of a woman with an extraordinary psychic gift—and a powerful message from the Other Side that can help us to live more beautifully in the here and now.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLaura Lynne Jackson is a wife, a mother, a high school English teacher—and a psychic medium. Where most believe an impenetrable wall divides the world between the living and the dead, Jackson sees brilliant cords of light. She has dedicated her life to exploring our connection to the Other Side, conversing with departed loved ones, and helping people come to terms with loss. In The Light Between Us, she writes with clarity and grace, addressing the eternal questions that vex us all: Why are we here? What happens when we die? How do we find our true path in this life? Laura Lynne Jackson’s story offers a new understanding of the vast reach of our consciousness and enlarges our view of the human experience.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003ePraise for \u003ci\u003eThe Light Between Us\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A brilliant milestone marking our passage toward comprehending the deeper truths of our existence.”\u003cb\u003e—Eben Alexander, M.D., author of \u003ci\u003eProof of Heaven \u003c\/i\u003eand\u003ci\u003e The Map of Heaven\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I read \u003ci\u003eThe Light Between Us\u003c\/i\u003e with great joy, savoring the wonderful stories and messages of hope. It is a book filled with wisdom and love, exploring the deep bonds that keep us eternally connected to our soul mates.”\u003cb\u003e—Brian L. Weiss, M.D., author of \u003ci\u003eMany Lives, Many Masters\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “A spiritual game-changer . . . For those suffering a terrible loss, you will find peace and comfort in her story. For those who question the afterlife, you will become a believer.”\u003cb\u003e—Laura Schroff, co-author of \u003ci\u003eAn Invisible Thread\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Straightforward, unassuming, and profoundly generous . . . Brave, honest, and beautiful, this book is a treasure.”\u003cb\u003e—Mark Epstein, M.D., author of \u003ci\u003eGoing to Pieces Without Falling Apart\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “One of the most insightful and inspiring books about mediumship I have ever read.”\u003cb\u003e—Gary E. Schwartz, author of \u003ci\u003eThe Afterlife Experiments \u003c\/i\u003eand\u003ci\u003e The Sacred Promise\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e“Having personally witnessed the reality of Laura Lynne Jackson’s mediumship abilities, I was elated to find that she was sharing her story through this marvelous book. Her personal story is beautifully wrought, weaving together the extreme challenge of the scientific proof of mediumship with the profound healing aspects of love and the overwhelming evidence for the eternity of our souls and their connections. As the world (including the scientific community) awakens to the far grander capabilities of the human spirit and the deep mysteries of consciousness as fundamental in the universe, this book will serve as a brilliant milestone, marking our passage toward comprehending the deeper truths of our existence.”\u003cb\u003e—Eben Alexander, M.D., author of \u003ci\u003eProof of Heaven \u003c\/i\u003eand\u003ci\u003e The Map of Heaven\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“This book will help countless people to heal grief, to let go of the fear of death and dying, and to better understand the spiritual realm. I read \u003ci\u003eThe Light Between Us\u003c\/i\u003e with great joy, savoring the wonderful stories and messages of hope. It is a book filled with wisdom and love, exploring the deep bonds that keep us eternally connected to our soul mates. It is a book I highly recommend to all.”\u003cb\u003e—Brian L. Weiss, M.D., author of \u003ci\u003eMany Lives, Many Masters\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Compelling, riveting, and a spiritual game-changer . . . For those suffering a terrible loss, you will find peace and comfort in her story. For those who question the afterlife, you will become a believer.”\u003cb\u003e—Laura Schroff, co-author of \u003ci\u003eAn Invisible Thread\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Straightforward, unassuming, and profoundly generous . . . The remarkable thing about this book is Jackson’s ability to turn her extraordinary gifts into a gift for us all. Brave, honest, and beautiful, this book is a treasure.”\u003cb\u003e—Mark Epstein, M.D., author of \u003ci\u003eGoing to Pieces Without Falling Apart\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“One of the most insightful and inspiring books about mediumship I have ever read . . . destined to become a classic.”\u003cb\u003e—Gary E. Schwartz, author of \u003ci\u003eThe Afterlife Experiments \u003c\/i\u003eand\u003ci\u003e The Sacred Promise\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cb\u003eLaura Lynne Jackson\u003c\/b\u003e, an international speaker, teacher, and practicing psychic medium, is the author of the \u003ci\u003eNew York Times \u003c\/i\u003ebestsellers \u003ci\u003eSigns: The Secret Language of the Universe\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eThe Light Between Us\u003c\/i\u003e. She lives in New York with her family.\u003cb\u003e1\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003ePop Pop\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOn a sunny Wednesday afternoon in August, when I was eleven years old, my sister, my brother, and I were splashing around in the three-foot-deep aboveground swimming pool in the backyard of our home on Long Island. There were only a handful of days left before the start of school, and we were trying to squeeze every last ounce of fun out of the summer. My mother came out to say she was going to see our grandparents in their home in Roslyn, about a fifty-minute drive away. For years I’d gone with her on trips to see my grandparents, and I’d always loved going. But as I got older other activities got in the way, so sometimes my mother would go by herself and leave us behind. On this beautiful summer day she knew she had no hope of getting any of us out of the pool.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“You kids have fun,” she called out to us. “I’ll be back in a few hours.” And that should have been that.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut then, all of a sudden, I panicked.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI felt it deep in my bones. Sheer, inexplicable, ice-cold panic. I shot straight up in the pool and screamed out to my mother.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Wait!” I yelled. “I have to come with you!”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMy mother laughed. “It’s okay, stay,” she said. “Enjoy yourself, it’s a beautiful day.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut I was already paddling furiously to the edge of the pool, my brother and sister watching and wondering what was wrong with me.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“No!” I hollered. “I want to come with you! Please, please wait for me.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Laura, it’s okay. . . .”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“No, Mom, I have to come with you!”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMy mother stopped laughing. “All right, calm down,” she said. “Come inside, get changed, I’ll wait.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI ran inside dripping wet, threw on some clothes, dashed back out, and got in the car still half drenched, still utterly panicked. One hour later we pulled into my grandparents’ driveway, and I saw my grandfather—whom I called Pop Pop—waving at us from the back porch. Only then, when I got to see him and hug him, did the panic subside. I spent the next few hours on the porch with Pop Pop, talking, laughing, singing, and telling jokes. When it was time to go I gave him a kiss and a hug and I told him, “I love you.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI never saw him alive again.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI didn’t know Pop Pop had been feeling weak and tired. The grown-ups would never tell me something like that. When I was with him that day he was his usual self—warm, funny, playful. He must have summoned all his strength to appear healthy to me. Three days after my visit, Pop Pop went to see his doctor. The doctor gave him the devastating news that he had leukemia.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThree weeks later, Pop Pop was gone.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen my mother sat my sister, my brother, and me on the couch and gently told us Pop Pop had passed, I felt a blitz of emotions. Shock. Confusion. Disbelief. Anger. Profound sadness. A deep, dreadful feeling of already missing him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWorst of all, I felt a terrible, shattering sense of guilt.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe instant I learned my grandfather was gone, I understood precisely why I’d been in such a panic to see him. I had known he was going to die.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOf course, I couldn’t have really known. I didn’t even know he was sick. And yet, somehow, I did know it. Why else would I have demanded to see him?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut if I did know it, why hadn’t I articulated it—to Pop Pop, to my mother, or even to myself? I hadn’t had a clear thought or even an inkling that anything was wrong with my grandfather, and I hadn’t gone to visit him with any kind of understanding that it would be the last time I’d see him. All I had was a mysterious sense of knowing. I didn’t understand it at all, but it made me feel horribly uncomfortable, as if I were somehow complicit in Pop Pop’s passing. I felt like I had some connection to the cruel forces that had claimed his life, and that made me feel unimaginably guilty.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI started to think something must be seriously wrong with me. I’d never encountered anyone who could sense when someone was going to die, and now that it had happened to me, I couldn’t even begin to understand it. All I understood was that it was a horrible thing to know. I became convinced I wasn’t normal; I was cursed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOne week later, I had a dream.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn the dream I was all grown up and I was an actress. I was living in Australia. I was wearing a long, colorful, nineteenth-century dress, and I felt beautiful. All of a sudden I felt a staggering concern for my family—the same family I had in real life. In the dream I felt my chest seize and I collapsed to the floor. I was aware I was dying.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYet I didn’t wake up—the dream kept going. I felt myself leave my physical body and become a free-floating consciousness, capable of observing everything around me. I saw my family gathered together around my body in the room where I’d fallen, all of them weeping. I was so upset to see them in such pain that I tried to call out to them. “Don’t worry, I am alive! Death doesn’t exist!” I said. But it was no use, because I didn’t have a voice anymore—they just couldn’t hear me. All I could do was project my thoughts to them. And then I began to drift away from them, like a helium balloon that someone let go of, and I floated way, way above them, into a darkness—a dense, peaceful darkness with beautiful, twinkling lights all around. I felt a strong feeling of calm and contentment wash over me.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd precisely at that moment, I saw an incredible sight.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI saw Pop Pop.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe was there, in the space just ahead of me, though not in his physical body but rather in spirit—a spirit that was beautifully, undeniably, entirely his. My consciousness instantly recognized his consciousness. He was a point of light, like a bright star in the dark night sky, but the light was powerful and magnetic, drawing me toward it, filling me with love. It was as if I was seeing Pop Pop’s true self—not his earthly body, but rather this greater, inner light that was truly him. I was seeing his soul energy. I understood that Pop Pop was safe, and that he was in a beautiful place filled with love. I understood he was home, and in that instant I also understood that this was the place that we all come from, the place we all belong. He had returned to the place he’d come from.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRealizing that this was Pop Pop and that he still existed in some way, I felt less sad. I felt great love, great comfort, and, in that moment of recognition, great happiness. And just before I was drawn all the way home with Pop Pop, I felt something closing around me and pulling me back.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThen I woke up.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI sat up in bed. My face was wet. I was crying. But I wasn’t sad. These were tears of joy. I was crying because I’d gotten to see Pop Pop!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI lay in bed and cried for a long time. I had been shown that dying doesn’t mean losing the people we love. I knew that Pop Pop was still present in my life. I was so thankful for my dream.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt was only years later—many years—that I gathered enough experience to understand what Pop Pop’s passing and the events surrounding it signified in my life.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhat I had sensed in that swimming pool was the beginning of the voyage of Pop Pop’s soul to some other place. Because I loved him so much—because I was connected to him in such a powerful way—my soul could sense that his soul was about to go on a journey. And sensing that wasn’t a curse at all. It allowed me to spend that one, last magical afternoon with Pop Pop. If that wasn’t a gift, what is?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd the dream?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe dream convinced me of one thing—that Pop Pop wasn’t gone. He was just someplace else. But where? Where, exactly, was he?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI couldn’t answer that when I was eleven. But over time, I came to realize Pop Pop was on the Other Side\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhat do I mean by the Other Side?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI have this simple analogy to explain it. Think of your body as a car—new at first, then older, then really old. What happens to cars when they get really old? They get discarded.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut we, the humans, are not discarded with the cars. We move on. We keep going. We are greater than the car, and we were never defined by the car. We are defined by what we take with us once we leave the car behind. We outlast the car.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEverything in my experience tells me that we outlast our bodies. We move on. We keep going. We are bigger than our bodies. 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