After Death Communications - My Personal Experiences

After my NDE in 1978, I had a ghost hanging around me. It was strange but I didn’t know any different. I was only 18. (My best friend had passed away a few months prior to my NDE.) I returned from the NDE with my physical memories of my friend buried in the subconscious. I had amnesia after my NDE – so I didn’t remember any of my friends or family, living or dead. I spent six months trying to talk to people about the mystical aftermath of my NDE as well as trying to recover my forgotten memories..

People thought I was insane: especially when it came to the matter of communicating with the ‘departed.” People where sharing their understanding with me – right or wrong.

Someone told me,

“That sort of thing is against ‘God’s law.’ Man’s law is based on God’s law – so – you’re breaking both God’s law and man’s law. They going to arrest you and carry you away in a butterfly net and a straight jacket and put you in a padded cell. Better send that demon of a ghost on its way before it does you in.”

It was very hard to talk about the spiritual experience of my NDE – and the mystical aftermath.

I had been doing my own praying on the matter and the messages I felt I was receiving in dreams – was – the new “ghostly” friendship was something blessed by our Maker.

I carried on a “new friendship” with the ghostly spirit of my former best friend. I had no memories of him as a human. (This was par for the course for me. I had no memories of friends or family due to my amnesia.) People told me that I had buried his memories to save myself from the pain of his loss and in the process – had buried everyone else’s memories as well. His spirit was telling me the same thing. It was sort of an indirect and discrete relationship. I never knew when his “spiritual voice” was going to transmit a message to me ESP like.

I showed over 50 people his ghost – because – it was the thing to do at the time. People didn’t react quite like I expected. I had a lot of people in an uproar. They didn’t like the idea of the spirits of the dead walking among them.

Six months after my NDE – I moved to a new city – in an effort to let the hometown community settle down. My “ghostly friend” tagged along with me. I was trying to put the past behind me and didn’t want to go through another “frightful” haunting. 50 people were shaking in their boots about the sight of my friendly “Casper.” That is what I came to call his spirit. I just thought of it like Casper. He wasn’t out to hurt people as much as he was trying to help people.

In the new town his spirit was always pulling shenanigans to let me know of his “spiritual presence” in the new home. I was worried about the neighbors finding out I had a ghost living in my house with me. I was always telling him,

“Keep quiet and keep out of sight. DON’T go showing your ghostly self to none of the neighbors. Go hang out at the cemetery and find you some friends of your own kind. Ya’ll hang out there and don’t go bringing any strange ghosts home with you.”

My roommate at the age of 18 – was Casper the friendly ghost.

I wanted a chance to get away from all the controversy my NDE had caused and process the mystical meaning for myself. I was busy trying to be a typical teenager moving out for the first time. I had a shoe string budget and was trying to survive in the real world. I was trying to make new friends. My friendly ghost found new friends faster than I did. He was telling me about some spirits that were hanging around with their families in the new neighborhood I had moved into. He wanted to introduce me to one of them. I told his spirit,

“NO way! I got one of you haunting me and that is enough. I don’t need a house full of ghosts carrying on with your ghostly doings. Ya’ll find a nice cemetery in town. I am sure there are people roaming around the cemeteries at night – trying to conjure up a haunting or two for some camp fire stories. Go give them a thrill to talk about. Leave me in peace. I got enough to deal with already. I don’t have my fill of ghostly stories to tell for the rest of my life. Don’t need no more. ”

His spirit wouldn’t give up on me. I forbid him from bringing his “new spirit of a friend” into my house. So he caught me alone in my car one day. His spirit told me,

“You didn’t say anything about us tagging along with you in the car. He needs your help. Please hear him out.”

My mindset back when I was 18 was – they had sight of God unlike us mere mortal humans. If they needed help – they could call on God for help. I didn’t feel they needed the hands of human help as much as they needed the hand of God’s help.

“His Mother is sick with worry. She is crying herself to death over his loss. She is going to will herself to death if she don’t get some medicine for her sickness soon. You can help deliver the medicine she needs.”

“Do I look like a Doctor to you? Call a Doctor for that sort of help. I done went through that. They have laws in this world. The last thing I need to do is get myself involved in practicing medicine without a license.”

I had several experiences in the aftermath of my NDE with this sort of thing.

Through much inward spiritual talk – they were telling me they wanted to borrow my hand. They wanted me to allow the spirit of the young teenager to use my hand to write his Mother a letter.

“Oh my Gawd. That is even worse. Forgery and fraud. I can’t allow my hand to be used for such a matter. They can arrest me for that to.”

They told me to consult with “God” on the matter and follow the conscious of my heart. So I consulted in prayer with “God” to give me insight. The message I got in dreams was to follow after my own mind on the matter. I wasn’t given a yes or no answer. That made it even worse for my thinking process. If I made a choice and it is wrong – then I felt it opened up the door for God to say,

“What the heck were you thinking?”

I thought it was a test and a trick.

So now – I had two ghostly spirits pulling shenanigans around me: one at home and one at work. The one at work was mischievous and out to get me in trouble. I worked in a retail store that served customers. I would be alone in the store and an item would fly off the shelf and hit a customer in the back of the head. The customer would look around the store and only see me. I had a hell of a hard time trying to explaining a poltergeist happening.

I was shouting out,

“Do you ghosts have a dictionary in your world that has the world BLACKMAIL in it?”

The customer complained to my manager. He approached me with the subject and I tried to tell him I thought the store was haunted. He told me it was the first he had heard of it. I told him it must be a new ghost. People were dying every day – and goblin must be a recent addition into the ghost world. We had a long talk and he was making it out like he felt I had something to do with it. I told him the “ghostly” thing was only playing and didn’t mean any harm.

I asked my boss,

“When is the last time you heard of someone being sent to the hospital because they had a small bag of chips thrown at the back of their head? If the thing was out to hurt him. The gremlin could have thrown a can of beans at his head and really put a hurt on him.”

My boss told me to watch myself and not allow something like that to happen again. He thought I had gotten agitated at a cranky customer. A few days later my boss approached me on the subject again.

“You know that incident you were talking about – the chips. Well, I wouldn’t tell this to most people under normal circumstances. I was in the store alone the other day and a small bag of chips hit me in the back of the head. I think your right: must be a new ghost in town. God help us if word gets out about this. Don’t go starting rumors about it. Let’s just keep it under our hats.”

Part II