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Most of Art Bell’s career was on the radio long before the internet.

Art Bell Coast to Coast AM - In this Art Bell Classic, from Coast to Coast AM Archives… callers clinically dead for minutes describe tunnels of light, voices, and even horror. Science can’t explain what survives.

00:00 The Case That Started It All – Ghost Detective
03:00 The Pam Reynolds Experiment – Science vs Soul
05:45 Callers Invited Who Have Been Clinically Dead
22:00 Born Dead at Birth and Remembered Everything
30:00 Guardian Angel at a Stoplight
37:00 Pulmonary Embolism and the Ceiling View
43:45 Hell Visions and Second Chances
47:00 Waking Inside a Body Bag
51:00 Drowning and the Choice to Return
59:30 The Woman Who Smelled Roses and Heard Voices
01:06:00 Orbs, Ghosts, and the Shadow That Flew at Her
01:12:00 The Child Who Watched Her Own Operation
01:20:00 Waiting Beings and Presence During Resuscitation
01:27:00 The Boy Who Met Jesus After 33 Days in Coma
01:32:00 The Agnostic Model and the Cold Light
01:41:00 The Gambler’s Vision – Vegas in the Afterlife
01:47:00 Final Calls – Music, Light, and Forgiveness
02:10:00 Art Bell’s Closing Thought – Proof or Paradox?

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The Taste of Lipstick Lingered | A Ghost Story

I live a senior community Northeast of Phoenix. Nearly half the homes are for snowbirds. Two and three bedroom homes with a small casita, separate from the house for house guests.

There a lot of people who have recently turned 55 years of age and continue to work until retirement and others are now single because a mate may have passed.

One morning, after the snowbirds had returned. I was sitting in my recliner as I do a lot of these days. About eleven in the morning I heard a motorcycle rev its motor a little then start from the stop sign. Then the of engine of the motorcycle screamed then sputtered and quit. At the nearly the same instant I heard a solid thud.

I got up as quickly as I could grabbing my cane I hobbled out the double front door.
As soon as I stepping out by the curb I could see a body lying parallel with street. The motorcycle wasn’t running but it was clearly 20 feet away from the body.

I immediately called 911 giving them the information I had of our location what appeared that elderly woman seemed to not moving at all. Someone else had dialed 911 also while I was trying to give compression strokes on her chest, then 5 slow breaths through her mouth. Someone put a phone near my ear. It was the emergency operator who said to stop giving mouth to moth but to continue to give compression strokes on her chest.

The medics arrived and immediately took over. I was so glad when they showed up. As I was getting to my feet someone steadied me. The lame and dying assisting the lame and dying.

The medics were working like a team. They seemed to have a rhythm. As few words as possible. It reminded of baseball team going through practiced moves to get to home base and score, a live patient.

I didn’t know her, and had never met her before. A medic barked out. “Does anyone know this lady?”

All I could think about was the smell of her powered makeup and the taste of her pink lipstick.

No one said a word in response to the medic’s question about any personal information. While I, and a growing group of ten or 20 people, stood around a lifeless body lying in the street.

Then from behind me and over my right shoulder I heard a voice in my ear. “I always wanted to be kissed by a man with a beard.” I could still taste the waxy perfumed lips stick. I shuddered a little, and backed out of the small group of people gathered around.

The medics were methodically putting their equipment away. While others gathered a gurney and lifting a small framed woman in jeans and a leather jacket and lace up black boots. She wasn’t wearing a helmet. Arizona is a helmet free state.

A medic motioned me over. He began moving toward me at the same time. “Where did learn to give CPR?”

I kinda blew him off by saying ; I had worked for a corporation that required all supervisors to knew the basics of life giving CPR.

This gave me an opportunity to ask what did she die of. “She probably hit her heard pretty hard on one of the giant palm trees.”

I have never told this story before to anyone because it makes me sound more crazy than I am. Just a paranormal event with no way to prove it.

Aren’t many paranormal stories like that? Can’t prove a thing but it really did happen. .
Thinking back about the incident. The taste of pink lipstick still lingers on my lips.
The End
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