After Death Communications - My Personal Experiences

I had to travel back to my hometown for the Joan Jett Concert. While I was there my Dad approached me with bad news. I had called everyone in my family and informed them I was still under Doctors care concerning my amnesia. If I came back to my hometown and was overwhelmed with people trying to get me to remember them - it would lead to migrane headaches again. I was asking everyone to keep their distance from me about old memories. It would hurt me. I even had my Doctor write out the advise on paper so I could show it if needed.

I didn't want to deal with anyone I hadn't remembered on my own yet. It was easier for me to recall things on my own. If people approached me and forced me to dig into my subconscious it would led to massive headaches for months to come. I felt I was dealing with the grief and loss of a girlfriend and didn't need any more grief to compound the problems I was dealing with. If it hadn't been a special request from my 'girlfriends spirit' - I wouldn't have shown back up in my hometown. It was too painful for me to bear at times.

My Dad approached me and said he was going to have to break my imposed rule and talk about a friend from my childhood.

He had died. I asked my Dad for his name and when I heard it - I spaced out for a second. My Dad later described the moment because of the bizzare nature of what he felt he witnessed. It was as if I recognized him for a brief second and was about to respond to the news - and then went blank. He said he watched memories disappear right before his eyes. After he told me the name I asked,

"Who? Who is he? I don't have a memory of him."

My Dad was shocked and stunned. He said he had been having a hard time accepting my amnesia but that moment gave him insight to how it would just disappear right before my eyes. My Dad said,

"He was your shadow growing up Son. You were frick and frack. He idolized and looked up to you. You were his hero. Everyone has been sitting around wondering when you were going to get around to remember the good times you two shared. You two had a bond between you that glowed. Everyone around could see it and feel it. He was like a brother to you. I adopted him as my own Son because of you. He was without a Dad and you talked me into looking at him as my other Son. You can't forget someone that close to you all those years. It has slowly been breaking his heart that you couldn't remember him anymore. Now he is dead. I am not saying it is your fault. The Police are saying it was a freak accident but none the less - you two had unsettled buisness you were waiting to deal with."

While my Dad was talking to me - I heard a new telepathic voice whispering behind me.

"I am here. I am with you as promised."

I tired to tell my Dad that he was present in spirit and speaking to me as we spoke.

"My God Son. Have some respect for the dead. We just got news of his death and your talking to his ghost. That is too much for my mind to comprehend. I am telling you this so you can change your plans to attend his funeral. I am sorry your going to have to miss your show."

I told my Dad,

"Dad - he is talking to me in my heart right now -- who ever he was. He is telling me that it is his dying wish for me to stay away from his funeral. He said we have plans and I can't interupt them with my presence at his graveside. He is still alive in my heart. I went through this already. YOU KNOW I lost a girl who was very close to me. I been down this road already. They tell me it would interfere with my recovery of memories. They are hidden from me for a reason. I don't know the reason. They do. They have always been right. Them talking to me like this is like God talking to me. I can't slap God in his face and insult him by saying I have to attend a funeral because the world demands it of me. I can't go to any funeral for someone if -- in my mind -- they are standing right behind me."