Matt Fraser - We Never Die: Secrets of the Afterlife

Matt Fraser

We Never Die

Secrets of the Afterlife

Matt is able to turn grieving tears into tears of joy. This book was like my own private reading.

Jenny McCarthy

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Copyright 2022 by Matt Fraser

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First Gallery Books hardcover edition August 2022

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Interior design by Jaime Putorti

Jacket design by John Vairo Jr.

Jacket photographs by Chad Griffith

Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

Names: Fraser, Matt, author.

Title: We never die : secrets of the afterlife / Matt Fraser.

Description: First Gallery Books hardcover edition. | New York : Gallery Books, 2022.

Identifiers: LCCN 2021057244 (print) | LCCN 2021057245 (ebook) | ISBN 9781668001097 (hardcover) | ISBN 9781668001103 (trade paperback) | ISBN 9781668001110 (ebook)

Subjects: LCSH: Future life. | Spiritualism.

Classification: LCC BF1311.F8 F73 2022 (print) | LCC BF1311.F8 (ebook) | DDC 133.901/3dc23/eng/20220325

LC record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2021057244

LC ebook record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2021057245

ISBN 978-1-6680-0109-7

ISBN 978-1-6680-0111-0 (ebook)

This book is dedicated to all those grieving the loss of a loved one. I hope that what you read helps you to feel closer to those you love in spirit.

W hat happens when you die? The answer to that question was something that was unfathomable to me about six years ago, and the question was not something I longed to even have the answer to. A single thought of death made my head spin and my stomach turn; I couldnt watch movies, read books, or join in conversations about the subject.

Death wasnt exactly something that was often discussed in my family, either my cousins and I were not even allowed to go to my grammys funeral; we stayed behind with a babysitter. All I can remember from the experiences of that day was being at my other grandparents house, getting ready to go out trick-or-treating in my costume on Halloween, when my dad slowly walked up the stairs after getting off the phone with my mom and quietly stated, She passed. I remember looking into space, a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. I didnt cry; I dont think I even said anything. I definitely was sad, but more shocked that she was simply not here with us on earth anymore. I remember coming home with my bag full of candy that same Halloween night to all my aunts and uncles gathered around in my grammys dimly lit living room going through what seemed like hundreds of photos. I watched everyone cry, hearing a giggle here and there as they reminisced about the past, sharing memories of Grammy being with us. I did not like the feeling of that night. It was so dark and quiet and sad. I could not have been more confused. I wasnt sure if I was supposed to cry or laugh or say anything to anyone.

As if my grammys passing was not enough of an introduction to death at such a young age, my parents loved watching true crime TV shows, which they always had playing in the background on television. Of course, they may have taken their eyes off the screen to read, cook dinner, or do some work on the computer, unfazed by what was on the TV screen, but my young eyes were glued to it. I was shocked to see all the terrible and gruesome ways people died. Of course, they were scripted TV shows and actor portrayals, but it did not help my discomfort around death.

For the next fifteen years or so, death was something I wanted to keep as far away from me as possible. This was unrealistic, of course, and in high school, I had another terrible encounter with death. One of my friends was riding his bike late one night and got hit by a car. I remember being in my first period Spanish class the next day when my principal calmly made the announcement that a fellow classmate had died. My heart and stomach dropped; I got light-headed and had to sit down at my desk. I could not believe what I was hearing. His funeral was very tragic; his fourteen-year-old girlfriend started screaming at his casket you get the point. So whenever someone mentioned the word death, it would send chills up my spine. You are probably wondering, How did a girl, with her biggest fear being death, wind up in a relationship with someone who can see and hear the dead? I still wonder that every day, but I guess that is what fate is, right?

When I met Matt, I still had all those same thoughts I previously told you about, however, I pushed thoughts of dying and death down so deep that I couldnt even understand what Matt actually did. I remember sitting there with Matt at the counter-high table in the coffee shop we first met in, my feet dangling from the tall stool, asking him silly questions. So you can just see dead people walking around all the time? He was very sweet and gentle and was probably trying to hold in a laugh or two. I think he could see I couldnt quite grasp that he was a psychic medium. After all, I was eighteen at the time; what would I have ever needed a psychic medium for? Since I would never speak or think about death, I had never even heard of a psychic medium before. So, are you seeing anyone around me? I asked him, smiling and nervously giggling as if it were a joke. I didnt expect him to say anything at all. I didnt know if he was going to start pulling cards out or doing a magic spell or weird things with his hands. He simply said, Yes, I see your grammy behind you. I could only imagine the look on my face; my jaw completely dropped as I stared at him. I assume I was as pale as a ghost (pun intended). My face got really hot, and my skin broke out in a cold sweat that started at my head and flowed through my body to my toes. She is right behind you. I could have thrown up. Not because I wasnt excited to hear that my grammy, whom I missed so much, was standing right with me, but that this guy I just met, who seemed like an average guy, could physically see her clearly behind me. My mind could not grasp what was going on. What Im also seeing is that you have a small bag of hers that you and your family keep and pass around to one another. Okay, that should have been my cue to run right out of the restaurant. Did I mention I also have anxiety? This was not exactly the ideal mix for me.

I tried to play it as cool, calm, and collected as possible. I jumped off the high stool I was sitting on and grabbed my pocketbook off the table next to us. I unzipped my wallet and took out a small light-blue pouch with a cross on it. This small pouch was my grammys, and inside it had her rings and jewelry, rosary beads, and a single silver medal that my family and I pass around when someone really needs it. For example, going for a big test, a job interview, or even suffering from anxiety. Nobody outside our family knows about this pouch; how could they? I was beyond shocked, to say the least.