Here at top-level, high up at the level of language, all we receive are hints. At the moment of death, they often manifest themselves. Our connections are protected. We feel their presence as certainly as we know when someone has entered a room. And they have, in a way, entered a room, they have etched themselves indelibly in our souls.
Prayer is a name for clairvoyance radiant with omni-directional power.
Mystics have described this domain with precision, but a mystic is just an ordinary person who said what was so. It can be startling to find our words, posted long ago to a newsgroup, archived at Deja News. Or old email stored on a server. Or the pattern of our lives linked and mined and sold to a list. So it ought to be even more surprising when we learn for the first time that all of our words and actions have a life of their own, that our lives are feedback loops of actions and reactions in which we live like ghosts in machines, going along for a ride.