Pascal Voggenhuber - The young spirit messenger

As I previously wrote, for me today I no longer question whether there is a spiritual world, but I’m sure you may be asking yourself how I’ve come to this conclusion. For this we have to go back to my childhood. While writing this book, I turned 28. I had my first defining experience when I was 10 years old. Today I am ready to share this experience. In my last book I was not yet ready for two reasons: First, I wasn’t mentally prepared; and second, I didn’t want you, dear Reader, to be left with the feeling you have to experience upsetting things in order to get onto a spiritual path, but rather you can decide on your own to lead a spiritual life.

Even as a small child I had some experiences with spiritual beings, but today I can’t say for sure anymore whether this was a child’s fantasy or reality, but that’s not so important. When I was 10 years old, I had a horrible accident resulting in several broken bones and inner injuries. Coincidentally, the police just happened to pass by the scene of the accident, so I was taken to hospital very quickly. If there are such things as coincidences, well, then I believe God simply did not want me at His side and so gave me another chance. I was immediately operated on in the emergency room. Later on I was told that if I had arrived at the hospital only a few minutes later, I wouldn’t have survived. When I woke up after the operation, my mom was sitting there and I said to her,“Phew, it seems like I had a big guardian angel!” This may not be, dear Reader, anything special for you, but for me and my mom it was, because we had never talked about guardian angels before. I was operated on several times, and for a long time afterwards I had great difficulty remembering at all those things that had happened before or during the time of the accident. But soon there were memories again in my head, for instance, how I’d seen a bright light during the accident, even though everything around me had been dark.

During my last operation something went wrong, and even today I don’t really know what it was. I remember that during the operation I suddenly heard my heart beating, and I put my hand on my chest and everything was vibrating. I heard the doctors talking and I saw my body and a lot of light. I panicked in great fear; I was free and yet inside my body, and then suddenly everything turned dark again. I was back again in my body. I know that on that day I had once again closely escaped death. But I also know that I wanted to come back. Although I panicked, I know now that life goes on after death. I also know that the uncomfortable feeling of fear only lasts a short time, only while the “soul” is separating from the body and beginning its journey to return “home.“

This experience did not let me as a 10-year-old doubt anymore that there is a life after death. Although I wasn’t actually there, I do know it absolutely. However, the following months were then still very hard for me, as I had to learn how to walk again. The worst part was that I was in severe pain which taught me many things. Even months later, I was still taking strong pain killers so I could bear the pain in my back. Sometimes I even had to be given morphine to make it bearable. I tried many different therapies, but nothing took away the pain. There were days when it took me almost 30 minutes to get myself into bed. To bear the pain I could only move very slowly. There were many tears shed during that period, but still I’m grateful for it today, because through it I learned a lot.

About a year after the accident, my mother met a woman who worked as a “healer” on the side. She asked me if I would like to see this woman, and I said, “Yes, I would.” On that day everything changed in my life. She took my hand and lit an incense stick. I still remember how I thought as an 11-year-old, “Oh no, this lady is really crazy.” She held the incense stick on different acupuncture points on my hand, and it felt like electric impulses were flowing through my hand. It wasn’t exactly comfortable. But for a long time after this I didn’t have any more back pain. This was my first real step into the esoteric world. Later on, the healer also taught me how to use a pendulum and lent me books that I read with pleasure. Also, thanks to her, today I’m living again without pain.

After this accident and the healing I experienced, I was absolutely certain that there is a spiritual world, that there is a life after death, and that there are people who have the ability to heal. After this, my interest in extrasensory perception was awakened, but I really only started to deal intensely with it when I was 20 years old, when I became more and more aware of my own mediumship. To me it was almost normal to see the deceased. Sometimes I saw them so clearly, I couldn’t tell them apart from the living and it became a burden for me. There were moments when I would greet someone on the street and my friends would ask, “Who were you talking to? There was nobody there.” That was no longer very comfortable for me, and so I sought for help at a school specialized in mediumship training.

In the beginning I was mainly there to get a grip on my mediumship. I hadn’t even been at the school for two weeks, when we drove to an intensive week in Brienz, Switzerland. On the second day my teacher, Sabine, and another student, Dunja, made contact with my deceased father. The proof and messages I received through these two mediums were so incredibly precise and healing that I had to cry. I thought I had worked through the death of my father, but on that day a wave of love and healing broke over me as I’d never experienced before. Those two mediums worked so “beautifully” that I had the feeling my father was physically present with me. I’m not the type to weep easily, but on that day I think I wept half an ocean. So don’t be surprised, dear Reader, that in Switzerland we have a small ocean – it’s from me. In any case, since that day it’s been clear to me that, with my ability to recognize the deceased, I would like to offer other people the same healing I experienced on that day. In a sudden burst, it was clear to me that I wanted to change my whole life, and I would do anything and everything in order to work as a professional medium. I owe this decision to my father, and especially also to Sabine and Dunja. Without this healing, it might have taken much longer, or I might have never pursued this path.

Even now, when I think back on that day, I am filled with the healing. In the meantime, I must certainly have had 50 – 100 contacts with my father through other mediums, but the first one was the most important one for me. It showed me how important the work of a medium can be. Today, as a professional medium, it is always a recurring joy for me when I can make contact with a deceased person. In addition, during the years I have worked as a professional medium, I have received so much proof; there is no longer any doubt for me that there is life after death.

That I can see the deceased does not yet prove anything to me, for I could easily imagine all that myself. But that they tell me things which are so precise, things that in part only the deceased or the client can know, and that someone couldn’t possibly invent, all that leads me to believe that life goes on.

Feedback from a Client

My mother and I experienced many positive things thanks to our session with Pascal. Our relatives who are already in the spiritual world contacted us, and Pascal transmitted his perceptions to us. My mother’s father, who died 60 years ago, told us that at that time he had already been terminally ill for some time, but despite that he went without saying goodbye. Everyone knew that he was going to die, but still it happened unexpectedly. He never wanted to talk about death. He feels sorry for this today. He also realized he had always loved his family very much without being able to show it. To our surprise, he thanked us for the candles my mother always lit for the deceased. Pascal was able to locate exactly where these candles were standing. Without knowing my mother’s apartment, he explained that they were standing in her living room right in front of a color photograph (Pascal was surprised because he was seeing it in black and white). He described the two people exactly as seen in the picture.