This story was told to me by a witness, whose veracity I can vouch for. She sat behind me in a seminar a few years ago, and related the events within days of their occurrence. Some months later, via email, she assured me that my recollection of her story was accurate. It is a very simple story. Yet profound.
My source, a social worker employed by a home hospice, coordinates chaplaincy visits for individuals receiving hospice care at home. The hospice serves anyone within a county-wide area, who is dying at home. Thus, nothing out of the ordinary was to be expected, when she went to the home of a dying patient, along with her supervisor - a man unknown to the patient.
As soon as she introduced her supervisor, the patient immediately said to him: I didn't know that you knew ____." And her supervisor's response was: How do you know that I knew ____? (Knew.... because ____ was dead.)
And the patient answered: Well, he's sitting right there! (pointing to thin air) And he just told me.
Now that is the story.
Make of it what you will.....
But the story is true: My source is entirely credible.
Something there is - which is way beyond our ken. Something which the dying often give witness to. Which spiritual traditions and sacred writings give witness to. Something which manifests itself within holy individuals; and I have met some. Something which can break through normal events - so they shine with mysterious translucence - as if a veil were momentarily lifted, as if one could see from one world into another Reality... one which transcends our world entirely or marks it as mysteriously shot through with holiness.