Copyright @ 2000 by Tatyana Elmanovich

Souls in Limbo

The Story of Tammy and Derek

A Limbo Case

My E-mail Correspondence With Tammy Mathis

Date: Tue, 7 March 2000

From bigbust38@webtv.net wrote:
To: tanika@tanika.com
I have read and researched many books and have tried without success to contact a man I loved very deeply. He was killed in a car accident on February 27th of this year. I have not slept since, as I agonize not knowing if he is OK or not. I have read many books including James Van Praagh's book. Since I am not rich, I cannot afford to go to you people for help. Is there anyone out there who can help me? I was hoping that someone with your ability would help not for money but knowing that they have helped someone who witnessed such an awful freak accident. He died in my arms and I know he had things to say. Is there any hope for me?

Date: Wed, 8 Mar 2000

From: tanika@tanika.com
To: bigbust38@webtv.net
My Dear Stranger, First, please tell me is your name and where do you live? It is a hard thing to communicate with the other world. It is hard for James Van Praagh, and it is hard for me. And feedback is needed for doing this. I cannot promise anything, but I will try to help you. Please, why didn't you sign your message?
Sincerely, Tatiana Elmanovich

Date: Wed, 8 Mar 2000

From: bigbust38@webtv.net
To: tanika@tanika.com
I am sorry for not signing my name but I have not been myself since the accident. My name is Tammy Mathis and I am 38 years old. I have lived here in Lake City, Florida for several years. I have been separated from my husband for several months. Eight years ago, I lived across the street from the man I was telling you about. He was, as I was, happily married and we were friends. He was unable to have children of his own so he spent a lot of time with my oldest child Joel. He and his wife divorced a few years ago and he was devastated that his wife had left him. He used drugs and really lost all desire to live. Most of his friends who knew him said he was not the same and thought he was "burnt out". I started visiting him over at his mother's house in August when a mutual friend suggested I do so. I had just separated from my husband so I agreed to stop by. I was amazed at his memory and we really seemed to share common interests and concerns. I could look into his eyes and actually feel his pain. We started going places and visiting each other often. We had everything in common down to our obsession with dental floss. He believed in Jesus and related his music to his beliefs about JC. He loved his mother very much and at first had little or no respect for any woman except her. I challenged his beliefs and taught him that there was more to life. He started combing his hair and getting out and living again. He had long red hair and my son's friends used to tell him he looked like Jesus. We became very, very close and spent much time together. A lot of his friends did not like me, as he was not around for them to get drugs from. He was truly happy and smiled often. The night before he was killed, he was so alive. He had a friend drop him off at my house because if any of his drug addict friends saw his car they would not leave us alone. We became very close that night and had gone back to his house to pick up his car. He was on the computer that night and stayed with me until 4 am. He left to go home and tell his mom he was not going to be there that day as we had made plans. He ran out of gas and had to walk back to my house. He got back on my computer and played around until about 6 a.m. I took him to get gas and back to his car. I helped him get it started and told him I would follow him to his house. His windows were foggy and his defroster did not work. He went on the left side of road and was just not paying attention when I saw a truck coming toward him. He saw the truck at the last minute and tried to avoid an accident, as did the truck. They hit head on but neither was going more than 40 or 45 mph. I got out of my car and ran to him. He had fallen out on the road and I knew he was hurt but never imagined that he was dying. He tried to get up but, I told him to lay still and I held him and kept checking his pulse. As his pulse began to get rapid, weak and thready I knew I was losing him. I kept holding him and begging him to hang in there. I told him I loved him and please not to leave me. When I felt the last beat of his heart, I began mouth to mouth and CPR. His family seemed to ostracize me and I felt I should not go to the funeral. He talked a lot about death and I know he was not afraid. I know he had things to say to me and I see his dying face every time I close my eyes. Is there something he wants me to do for him? Did he hear me on his road? Is there anything I can tell his mom that will let her know he is OK? Is there a special song I should play for him? Will he ever let me know his spirit is with me? I have not gone to his graveside, as he wanted to be cremated, brcause he did not want the bugs to get him. I wanted him to know that I am sorry his family did not do that for him. I am supposed to go see his mom in a few days and I would really like to comfort her. He truly loved and believed in JC (Jesus Christ) and would give a stranger the shirt off his back. I am empty and lost since he left me. His name was Derek Boston and he was 32 years old. I have a picture I could send you if it will help. I thank you for replying to me as your concern touched me. If you can help, God bless you, and even if you cannot, God bless you for taking the time for reading this. Sincerely, Tammy Mathis

Date: Thu, 09 Mar 2000

From: tanika@tanika.com
To: bigbust38@webtv.net
Dear Tammy, The first time I meditated trying to make a contact on March 8, at night, there was only silence. I typed the name Derek Boston on my PC screen and a note that I would be back at 5 am. I went to sleep. And I was back at 5 am and started to meditate again. Again there was silence. I heard no voices, and I saw no pictures. As I usually receive my messages in writing at 7 am, I decided to go back to sleep and try out one more time at 7 am. So I was back behind my computer at 7 am. Now my guide A. came through. In my 'third eye,' I found myself on the street described in your e-mail. The red haired man was still there. It looked like he was thrown in the air and frozen in a strange position as if still driving the car. My guide A. drew a golden circle around him starting to fill it with energy that looked like golden liquid. Now Derek was in the middle of a golden spot -- a very thick and shiny golden spot -- and A. started to pull him. Then I saw the next picture. Derek landed in a hospital type hall -- it looked like an old-fashioned army hospital after a battle -- all the space was crowded with sleeping patients. I was told that Derek would recuperate and go through narcotic rehabilitation here as well. As a proof, I was shown an oblong tattoo on his right shoulder and arm. If it makes any sense to you, please, let me know. In meditation, I was also told, that in a month or two, Derek would come to thank you for your concern and he would give you a sign that you would recognize. It would mean that from that time on he would be okay.

Sincerely, Tatiana Elmanovich

Date: Fri, 10 Mar 2000

From: tanika@tanika.com
To: bigbust38@webtv.net
Dear Tammy: Did you receive my reply to your request to look at the situation with your friend Derek Boston? As you have not answered me, I am afraid maybe you did not understand fully what I was seeing and trying to convey. I will try to repeat it. Going into the picture that you gave me, I saw a young man in the so-called limbo state. My guide got him out of that state and sent him into the light. And on the other side he was taken into a 'hospital' for recuperation. As a proof 'they' showed me a tattoo --sorry -- on his left arm. I wrote you that the tattoo was on his right arm, but now I recall the picture and see that it was on his left shoulder and was running down almost to his elbow. Please, tell me about that tattoo -- did he have that tattoo or not? For me it would be the evidence that my guide got a soul out of trouble.

Sincerely, Tatiana Elmanovich

Date: Fri, 10 Mar 2000

From: bigbust38@webtv.net
To: tanika@tanika.com (Elmanovich)

I got your reply and, yes, Derek did have a tattoo. I am trying to reach a friend to find out what it was… He had several of them, and I cannot remember what it was. I will write to you later, I promise. I did not send you a picture. Were you talking about a mental picture?

The same day I received another message from Tammy:

Date: Fri, 10 Mar 2000

From: bigbust38@webtv.net
To: tanika@tanika.com (Elmanovich)

Dear Tatiana, I am sorry that it takes me so long to respond. My computer is at my mom's and it takes me a day or so sometimes to check it. I do understand what you are trying to convey to me and I found out that the tattoo in question is that of Jesus on his left upper arm. He had several but I did want to make sure it was that one. He has an American flag on his right arm. I would say that contact has been made. The tattoo was of Jesus and it is the upper torso of him on his left arm almost all the way down to his elbow. Can you tell me more? I have another e-mail account that I can access almost hourly. It is tammymathis@hotmail.com. You will get me quicker that way. And let me say that I really thank you for doing this for me. I know he has things to say to a lot of people.

Thank you,

Tammy Mathis

Date: Sat, 11 Mar 2000

From: tanika@tanika.com
To: tammymathis@hotmail.com

Dear Tammy,
Thank you for your confirmation, it was important to me to hear this. Right now, I cannot add much more. I can only repeat the message that has been already sent to you. He was not able to say a word at that time. He was really in limbo. I had the impression that he needed time to come together. He was not too good when my guide got to him. And he definitely will be thankful to you for your efforts to find out more about his situation and look for help. Through me, my guide -- a very strong entity with great and wonderful energy -- helped him. Your friend is in the hospital now and taken care of by a professional Medical Team on the other side. This is why in month or two he will be fit to come to you and give you a sign. It will mean that he is okay from that time on. As I am writing my second book, I would like to ask your permission to put our dialogue on my Internet and in my book. It is okay if you want to change names. When I meditated, I received information that he was under the influence when it happened. I wish you the best, and thank you again for allowing me to bring through one more proof that death is only the transition from one form of life to another.

Love,
Tatiana Elmanovich

Date: Sat, 11 Mar 2000

From: bigbust38@webtv.net wrote
To: Tatiana Elmanovich

Thank you for your help in this matter. I do not care if you use our story at all. You can change the names but I do not care one way or another. I may contact you in a month or so and please let me know when your book comes out.

Thank you for your help and God bless you.

Tammy Mathis

Date: Sun, 12 Mar 2000

From: tanika@tanika.com
To: Tammy Mathis

Dear Tammy,
Thank you. If you don't care, I prefer to use real names; there is a charm and magic in real names. Let's see what we get in 2 months or so from now! Contact me when you feel like you are receiving a sign from your friend. My guide told me that you would receive a sign. Be relaxed, don't force it to come. It comes when you expect it least.

Love, Tania

Date: Mon, 13 Mar 2000

From: "tammy mathis"
To: tanika@tanika.com

Once again, you may use our names if you like. I will contact you in a month or so. I have something else to tell you. The morning Derek ran out of gas after leaving my house he was about 1-2 miles from my house. When he came walking back to my house he told me that he had a dog bothering him and that he kept seeing buzzards flying above him. I remember giggling a little and said: "Derek, were you afraid?" He said: "Well, um!" (He had a slight speech problem) I kept thinking I was stepping on snakes or something. I really did not think much about it at the time but I was wondering if that was a sign the end of his life on earth was coming to end? We often talked about life after death and he was convinced that we on earth live in hell and only the chosen die young. I mean he believed that the old were chosen too but it was just something he truly believed. A good friend of ours named Robbie had just recently passed away from gangrene in his arm. It was in fact drug related. I did not think Derek was under the influence at the time he died but I cannot say for sure. I did not do his drugs so I would not know. But, with Derek, anything was possible. At this time in my grief, I am just starting to accept it, as I must go on for my children. Thank you, and I will be in touch. If you ever need me to write or talk to someone about what you have done for me, I will be glad to help. Sometimes people need to hear it from an outsider before they are able to accept what you do. I am a true believer.

Thank you again and God will continue to bless you and your work.

Sincerely Tammy Mathis

April 18, 00
The message from Derek arrived sooner then I expected. I e-mailed it to Tammy immediately.

Dear Tammy,

I was writing a letter in the computer, when I was asked by my Guide to stop and receive this message.

It is Derek speaking. " Thank Tammy for trying to contact me, and I am very sorry to ask you for help. I loved her and she loved me. And she doesn't want to face the truth about… I died from a strong hit of my head against the upper corner of the frame. There was an instant crack in my forehead and my left ... was broken… I couldn't move any more and Tammy was holding me in her arms. I want her to go on with her life and stop mourning. I want her to know that drugs kept us low, but I don't want to lecture or give her a nut morale lesson. She got her lessons already, and I loved her sincerely, and envisioned our future together. She had a floral dress - bleak violet and dark gray flower pattern, I loved it very much, with an oval cut around the neck and an opening on her breast. She has to put herself together for our children in order to help them to go through a short and painful stay on the earth. The escape did help. It is worse to stay on earth a long time. But if you have chosen a short stay, you have to escape alone. I escaped, and now I feel sorry that I am not there for all of you. But I wasn't a help, and the earlier go freed me from the terrible consequences that my prolonged stay would bring about. I was sick. I wasn't myself at the end, and I started to forget things, faces and names. I was more out than in. Come on, girl, we will meet again, and I want for you a better future here, on this side. Don't think of me. Don't think about yourself. Look at who to help, look at who to say a word of comfort, because every smile counts on our side. I am still weak to come and help, but I will learn, I will learn, and I try to collect my energy back, and come to see you again. I am talking now with the help of a tall man (Archie, my guide) who brought me to the medium, and will transport me back to hospital. Soon I will help others. They come in massively. I don't know what is happening on earth, so many are coming in, from New York especially. It is quite crowded here, and they tell me that when the time comes, I will work with them here in the hospital helping newcomers to adjust and go through the cleansing. Cleansing frees them from their terrible visions that they create out of their fear. Be merry, laughter cleanses better than water and soap. Laughter, love and forgiveness cleanse our bodies… Seek the opportunity to help, nothing else counts, and this is why this medium is helping you as well. She knows that the money you may owe you for the work she does -- doesn't count a shit on our side. My cleansing is continuing and soon I will help to cleanse others, and we go on, and if I will have the opportunity I will come again… Love, my dear, my flower girl, I love you. I loved you and I don't regret an instant that we have spent together. I regret that it took so long to hook up and be together, to think together, to seek joy together… Children -- the only thing they really need, is your smile and your laughter, your love and your warmth. Never ever raise your voice on them. All the pain on earth comes from angry parents, controlling parents, from unhappy parents… Your smile will bring them up in their right stature… Thank the medium, the foreign lady with her poor English. It is good actually because it makes me think what I have to say. Thank you -- SMILE MY DEAR, MY SUNNY GOLDEN RAY of Light!

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In her last e-mail Tammy confirmed that she had a flower dress and that Derek was obsessed by the idea not to raise his voice in children.