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No doubt you are interested in the afterlife and that's why you landed on this page.
I have had an interest in NDE's for over 35 years. Even as a child I had an interest in spirits and have never really felt that Earth was my real home. And despite my own spiritual experiences, I sometimes like to have a mediumship session.
Reading With A Medium
I discovered Tammy Lee Anderson on YouTube through her interview with Anthony Chene. I've been following Anthony's work for years, and it never fails to impress. In fact, I’ve already watched this video twice—and will likely watch it again. Beyond listening to Tammy's Near-Death Experiences (NDEs), listening to her story brought me an overwhelming sense of peace.
Near Death Experiences
I have also been featured in a documentary regarding my own NDE and OBE's (out of body experiences) which you can watch here.
Tammy Lee Anderson
After several months on her waitlist, I finally secured an appointment with Tammy Lee Anderson. Due to the time difference here in Australia, I had to schedule a 5:15 a.m. reading—a time that suited me well, as I’m usually up by 5:00 a.m. or earlier to enjoy the sunrise. Remember this detail; it’ll be relevant later.
From the moment Tammy appeared on my screen, I felt an instant connection. Her calm presence set me at ease, and I found myself eagerly anticipating the chance to hear from my loved ones.
I especially hoped to connect with my brother Gary, who passed at the age of 34, as well as my mother, Sylvia, who died nine years ago, and my father, Eddie, who passed five years ago. Tammy began by explaining how mediumship works and mentioned that sometimes those we wish to communicate with may not come through. She also shared compelling evidence from other clients, offering reassurance that our loved ones continue to exist in another dimension.
The first presence that came through was my mother-in-law, Pamela. I wasn’t entirely surprised, as Pam had a lively personality and could be a bit assertive—traits I recall with both affection and a smile as I write this. Tammy described a bubbly woman who was always busy and even saw her arranging a vase of flowers. I instantly knew this was Pam. Tammy also mentioned a “J” sound, which felt right, as my father-in-law was named Geoff (phonetically similar to “Jeff”). Tammy even noted his cancer diagnosis, which added another layer of accuracy.
Next was my mother. Tammy described her as a woman who was deeply dedicated to her grandchildren. She also mentioned that someone held her hand as she passed—a detail I’ll elaborate on later, as Tammy then shifted to describe a male presence.
The male was younger, which made me immediately think of my brother Gary, who passed in 1998 at the age of 34—exactly 26 years ago as I write this. Tammy described him as a bit of a rebel, which couldn’t be more fitting. She also mentioned that he had suffered from depression and was referencing a “D” name. My own name, Deb, came to mind, as well as my maiden surname, which starts with a D (I’ll withhold it here for privacy reasons). Then, Tammy compassionately noted, “I feel he had a hand in his own passing.” At that moment, I felt a wave of emotion, as Gary had indeed taken his own life.
Immediately after, Tammy said my brother communicated, “I have no apologies, no regrets. I didn’t want to be here, and I’m not coming back.” I couldn’t help but laugh, as it was almost exactly what he’d said in a recorded message we found after his passing. Tammy conveyed that he wanted me to know he loves me.
Then my father came through. She described him as someone who worked with metal and his hands, which resonated—Dad was a stonemason who used metal tools to chisel sandstone, a skill that required both strength and precision. She sensed his strong character and fearlessness, qualities he took pride in seeing in me as well.
Finally, my mother came back through. Tammy touched on her final moments, saying someone had held her hand as she passed. My mother had been in a coma for two days, and just minutes before her last breath, she opened her eyes and looked at each of us—my dad, my brother, his wife, and finally, me. With her eyes full of love, she gazed up at the ceiling and took her final breath. My dad and I had been holding her hand in that profound moment. Through Tammy, my mother encouraged me not to be in a rush to leave this life, reminding me that it would pass in the blink of an eye. She urged me to savour the sunsets, sunrises, birdsong, and the feeling of the wind on my face.
Let me break this down:
I’m not depressed or suicidal; in fact, I am a strong, happy, and positive person. However, I’m fascinated by the afterlife and deeply disillusioned by what I see as the flawed authorities on Earth. Wars, poverty, and an unjust monetary system trouble me, and I have little respect for many politicians, corporate leaders, the media, or celebrities, who I believe contribute to society’s struggles. This is why I often envision a better world in the afterlife.
Watching the sunrise and sunset fills me with joy. I’m fortunate to live in a place where I can see both each day, with the sunrise appearing over the water. I keep my bedroom window open at night to feel the breeze, which brings a sense of peace, especially as I drift off to sleep or walk in nature.
My love for animals, especially birds, is profound. Their songs uplift me in the mornings, and I often talk to the magpies on my morning walk.
For anyone grieving or afraid of death, I encourage you to watch Tammy’s videos or reach out to her for a medium or healing session. She truly has a beautiful soul.
Lastly, during our session, Tammy sketched a portrait of my brother and sent it to me. When I saw it, I instantly recognised his eyes and the struggle on his face.
Thank you Tammy, I am so glad our souls connected here on Planet Earth.
Much gratitude and love, Deb.
