The Hand on the Mirror

A True Story of Life Beyond Death

By: Janis Heaphy Durham

Narrated by: Alison Fraser

An unbelievably believable story about the afterlife, with documenting photographs from the former publisher of a major metropolitan newspaper.

An unbelievably believable story about the afterlife, with documenting photographs from the former publisher of a major metropolitan newspaper.

In 2004, Janis Heaphy Durham's husband, Max Besler, died of cancer at age 56. The daughter of a Presbyterian minister, she practiced her faith as she struggled with her loss. Soon she began encountering phenomena unlike anything she'd ever experienced: lights flickering, doors opening and closing, clocks stopping at 12:44, the exact time of Max's death. But then something startling happened that changed Heaphy Durham's life forever. A powdery handprint appeared on her bathroom mirror on the first anniversary of Max's death.

This launched Heaphy Durham on a journey that transformed her spiritually and altered her view of reality forever. She interviewed scientists and spiritual practitioners along the way, as she discovered that the veil between this world and the next is thin and it's love that bridges the two worlds.

informative

the story was easy to listen to. the narrator was personal and delivered story at a comfortable and personable pace. the author cited references that I look forward to further pursuing

Who did you write this for?

The book began very well! I appreciated all the details regarding the story but tastefully left out the details of the actual abuse. Which I much prefer! I myself, am an incest survivor and have no desire to hear the graphic vulgar story your father wrote. You even recommended that we not read it but you were including it anyway! I’m listening to it on audio and was doing chores so I let it play. It sounded like just what it was, an outrageous pedofiles fantasy! It literally made me nauseous and I had to stop the recording! I can’t imagine any person that is not a raging pedofile being able to stomach the sheer amount of depravity that your father was able to spew out onto paper!
It was done so well up until then. But that destroyed it! It made me question your entire story and I’m suspicious about your true reasons for writing the book. We aren’t stupid! There was absolutely no reason on this earth that a decent human being would want to have those images in their heads other than they too were monsters. Some things are so much better left unsaid!