Experience description:

24th April 2016

My husband (Michael) and I had been together for 20 years (married for 12 years) at the time of his death. He died on January 26th, 2015 at approximately 9:00pm in a single vehicle motorbike accident, 1.5km from home.

At 8:35pm, on Monday 26th January after finishing teaching a piano lesson, I went downstairs to the garage to say goodnight to Michael and tell him his dinner was covered in the fridge and he could reheat it when he wanted to. He was cleaning his motorbike helmet. He had a small motorbike that he used to commute from home to the bus stop, where he would catch a bus to work each day. (Michael was not a ‘typical’ motorbike rider - his passion was for sports and cars.) His eyes looked sad as he looked and me and smiled and said ‘thanks Kate, goodnight’. (He was on medication for depression, and was fond of alcohol and smoking weed. Both of the latter two were heavy contributing factors to the sad state our relationship was in at that time.) I walked back upstairs feeling sad for us. I lay in bed for 30 minutes then got up because I realised I hadn’t kissed him goodnight. I went downstairs but he wasn’t there. It took me five minutes of wandering around the house and onto the back veranda calling out to him, to realize he had taken his motorbike out. I had not heard him leave. When I called his phone at approximately 9:20pm it rang out 5 times before a police officer answered. ( On the third attempt to call, I started crying as I sensed something was wrong- very wrong).

Fastrack several weeks - I was told that his motorbike was doing approximately 40kph when he struck a tree. Police reports and medical evidence say he died quickly. Amongst other injuries a valve in his heart was severed upon impact with the tree. Michael was 36 years old and we had two girls – 2 year old Charlotte and 1 year old Alice at the time that he died.

Between September 2015 and January 2016 I sold our house, packed up and moved into a new house with our children. I continued working 3 days a week during this time. I am a piano teacher at a local school and I have a teaching studio at home.

Michael’s mother was kind enough to have the girls stay for two days and nights (24th and 25th April 2016) so I could have a rest.


The following account is what I experienced during those two days:

I listened repeatedly to track 15 on the “Breaking Dawn Part 1” CD. The track is called “Love, Death, Birth” by Carter Burwell. On approximately the 15th time of listening, as I was driving along a road (in Mt Tamborine, QLD, Australia), I was allowed insight and answers to questions I didn’t know I had, about Michael’s last moments here on earth. I understood all of the information that follows in direct correlation with the music I was listening to. I cannot rightly say that the following information is accurate without the music being listened to at the same time as reading it – as this is how it was presented to me. The two elements are not distinct from each other. They must be listened to and read together or you will not experience the message the way it was intended to be delivered.

Press play on the music, and this is what I understood:

0.00min Michael stood alone in deep sorrow and conflict, trying not to dwell on the miserable feelings that were at the forefront of his mind. He stood there, forgetting that he was loved by many….and that he was never alone…..forgetting that life was good.

0.40min He then turned on his motorbike and rode out onto the road, momentarily forgetting everything but the freedom of the cool night air on his skin.

1.02min Then, everything stopped. He felt the same cool night air saturated with immense love and welcoming spirits who said it was time to come home. Spirits who had always been with him and who had always loved him. He was shown the wonders of life without physical boundaries, and peaceful happiness that was awaiting his soul. He was not given a choice. This was his next journey….but he must enter with no regrets about his past, acknowledgement and acceptance of the present moment, and a firm belief in love and peace for the future.

1.35min He was shown his past: his life’s journey from birth until the present time. He was shown being born into a loving family. Growing up with brothers, and a sister (who died at age 6 months when Michael was 3years old), who was always there with him, with all of them. He had good friends. He had challenges and triumphs. He laughed a lot. He was adventurous in spirit and body. He fell in love. He loved purely and deeply. He had children. He loved his children unconditionally. He was loyal and generous. He took risks. He was a good man. He had no regrets.

3.04min He was shown the present: the cool night air as a kind stranger tried to lengthen the life in his broken body. His wife, crying as she stood in the kitchen with a phone in her hand trying to call him. His children, asleep in their beds. His parents in their own home as they prepared to go to sleep. His 2nd brother (in his own house) as he slept next to his loving woman and unborn child. His 1st brother (in his own house in New Zealand) asleep with his own beautiful family, safe in their beds. He was shown his friends. He acknowledged and accepted the present moment.

4.35min Then he was shown the future: human time in fast motion. He saw his family and friends the morning after his death, gathered together in love and support with their grief for him. He saw tears of love. He saw them all a week later, a month later, a year later, 10 years later, 30 years later….He saw them all grow and build a lives full of memories together and he saw them honour his memory every day with their thoughts, words and actions. He saw his children grow up loving and respecting their mother and their father. He saw his grandchildren. Then he saw himself opening the door when it was their time to join him again. He saw himself and other spirits who had always been with them welcoming them with saturated love, waiting for their souls. He knew he could wait for them and he knew he could still be with them until their time to join him arrived. Love is eternal and holds no earthly boundaries of time and space. He truly believed, and was now at peace knowing that.

5.52min He turned his back on human life and followed the love that was guiding him to this new stage of life, that has no end……

Upon returning to the motel room, I wrote down everything I was shown while listening to the music.