After Death Communications - My Personal Experiences

During the year following my girlfriends death, my Dad and Grandpa had given me a suggestion. They felt the best way to get over my own grief was to find someone who shared my own pain. They felt that helping others was the best way to help ones own self. I asked my Grandpa how I found such people. My Grandpa told me that he felt the prayers we gave for the sake of healing for others were heard loud and clear. So – I started praying and giving myself over to ’service’ any way I could to help others with their own pain and grief issues. I felt the only way for me to find others who knew what pain I had inside of me – was to find them through “God’s” good graces.
They started coming left and right. I felt part of it had to do with the ‘mysitcal insight’ from the car crash. I started getting flooded with requests. I had a metaphorical way of expressing it.

It was like an invisible ‘little bird’ like a talking parakeet. At one point – I had visual of these ‘little birds.’ They were more like tiny bubbles of light or orbs of light. They wouldn’t speak to me in a human language as much as it was a language of the heart that mind knew how to interprete. It wasn’t a voice as much as it was ‘light vibrations.’ Not physical sound as much as it was sort telepathic ‘knowing.’

One day one of those ‘little birds’ landing on my shoulder while I was standing with a co-worker. I was told to turn on my ’second sight’ toward the future and report to my co-worker what sensations were coming to me. I told him,

“Dude – I don’t know how to tell you this – but you got a moment coming to you that I can see as sure as I can see the back of my hand. You is about to have some car trouble.”

My co-worker was curious and wanted to know how I could see a moment before it came. I just went on and said,

“Carburetor trouble. It is going to leave you stranded by the off ramp on the 51 Broken Arrow Expressway. You is going to be trying to get it off the highway to a service station – but you ain’t going to make it. You is going to be cussing up a storm with all them cars wizzing by you honking their horns cause you done slowed down traffic.”

He asked me,

“What? You got a brother in law who does carburetor work or something. You are a good salesman. I am thinking (for some reason) you really are believing your seeing that. I just had a tune up a few weeks ago. Mechanic said it was in tip top shape. So – I am not falling for your sales pitch for your brother in law – or who ever it is your trying to get me to take my car to.”

I told him,

“It ain’t going to do no good. It is one of those sort of things that just break. No mechanic in the world is got eyes to see this sort of problem coming. Unless your wanting to go ahead and replace the whole thing already. Otherwise the biggest expense is going to be the tow charge to get it off the freeway. That is why I am telling you this. To look for the silver lining in your troubles.”

My co-worker asked, “What silver lining?”

“When your cussing up a storm and hollering at yourself for no good reason other than it is what it is – and you get ahold of the driver to come and get you. He is going to tell you something. He is going to thank you on behalf of his three children. Buisness has been slow for him and your tow charge is going to buy them groceries. His children are going to get to eat that night. So – when that moment comes – know your money is going to a good cause. That should take the sting out of the bad luck you going to have. Also – when it happens just as I say it is going to happen -you going to want to come back to me and ask me how I knew what I did. Then I am going to tell you something you might want to take to heart knowing it ain’t just coming out of thin air. It is coming from this invisible bird I got sitting on my shoulder right now.”

He asked who and what the bird was. I told him,

“I don’t know that yet. When you come back – I will explain it better. For now – all I know is – he is kin to you some how.”

I was 20 years old. I had been through my ‘car crash’ just two years prior. Less than six months before - my girlfriend had died. I couldn’t count the number of times in the two years prior to that conversation with my coworker where I had been in a simular conversation with someone else. It was nothing new to me. I knew what was coming. A spirit of a relative or loved one of my ‘co-worker’ was coming to me in spirit and asking me to pass on a message. Much like the spirit of my girlfriend had done with me as well as the spirit of a good friend had done after my car crash. I was the ‘western union’ guy about to deliever a telegraph from heaven.

A week later my coworker showed up at the door and stood there looking at me. He asked if my ears had been ringing because he had been thinking and talking about me the whole day. The moment had came and pass just as it had been predicted to him. (Through the spirit sitting on my shoulder.) I had been holding on to a q-tip and handed it to him. I asked,

“You got your ears cleaned out good enough? You going to hear what I am about to say to you – or – do you need this before I deliever the message to you?”

We spoke for a few moments to satisfy his curisity. I told him I had lost a couple of people – as well as had a car wreck that sent me hurling through the heavens for awhile. When I came back – I had some sort of invisible ‘line’ connecting me to that other side in a mystical way. I just got messages sent from time to time. He braced himself. He told me he had a good idea who it was I was trying to speak for. I straight out told him,

“Your breaking your Momma’s heart. Because of that – your breaking your Daddy’s heart as well.”

My coworker told me,

“My Daddy passed away six months ago. Do you know that? He is dead. How is his heart being broken?”

“He may be dead to your eyes – but he ain’t dead to our Maker’s eyes. Because of that – you, your Momma and your Brother aren’t dead to him. He sees what is going on. He said it is time for you and your brother to bury the hatchet. His said it was one thing to carry on like two year olds when your kids – but you and your brother are grown men now. He said he expects you two to do the right thing for your sake as well as the prayers you Momma has been sending upstairs about the way you two come to blows when ever your around one another.”

My coworker asked me if his Momma had put him up to this. I went on and told my coworker something very personal and intimate between him and his Daddy that no one in this world would know about but them two. Then I told him,

“The spirit of the one who knows that secret – is the one who has put me up to this.”

My coworker turned his back when his eyes got moist to hide the effects of the invisible sand man. I felt it was none of my buisness but brought up the subject. I told my coworker since I was being called into the middle of it, I felt I had a right to know what was between him and his older brother. My co-worker said,

“I think my Daddy is right. It is just childish for us to be carrying that sort of dispute into our adult lives. Time to grow up and do the right thing. I guess him coming to me like this means I am the one he expects to be the man to put my foot forward first.”

My co-worker started asking me more questions. I told him I only did this in an answer to my own prayer. I wasn’t a meduim and couldn’t and wouldn’t became a crystal ball gazer. I felt my only job was to answer a certian part of the prayer and then move on with it. I asked my co-worker to keep the buisness between us and not go spreading it all over town that that sort of thing came through me. I told my coworker,

“I DO NOT want people showing up at my house at midnight asking me what suit or dresss their passed on Daddy or other passed on kinfolks thinks they should wear to a wedding or something. You got the message and know he is doing okay. That is all you need to know to go on with your life and put a part of your grief behind you. Give a sigh of gratitude toward your maker for making it possible to give a big chunk of your pain over to that one to carry for you. That is all I am into it for. I am just trying pay my debt for my maker taking a ton of pain off my shoulder when my girlfriend passed away and left me in this world all alone.”

I asked him to never bring it up again in conversation. It was done and over with. My coworker said it answered something for him. We had only known one another a few weeks prior to this. He told me that ever time he saw me – he felt the presence of his Daddy around him.

A few weeks later a woman came into my store as a customer. She was looking at me funny. She finally told me,

“I don’t mean to bother you but I am Jeffery’s Mother. He told me what happened and I couldn’t keep myself from you. I had to tell you thank you. I am not here to bother you with any sort of questions. I just had to see you with my own two eyes and see if I could feel what my Son said he felt around you. It is just a matter of letting go and moving on for me as well.”

I felt akward and didn’t know how to respond to her. I was as polite as I could be and reminded her to give credit where credit was due. Our maker.

As she walked to the door to leave the store I stopped her,

“I know your not asking this – but – he wants me to tell you something. What he is wanting me to tell you is — it is not good-bye as much as it is until we meet again. He will be waiting for you on the other side when your time comes. You can count on it. He says the sight of you two will have then is going to be a 10,000 times better than the sight you shared with one another on your honeymoon night. He says to tell you – love never dies. He is near you often when you think of him. He will be with you for awhile until you learn to walk it alone.”

She thanked me and then told me to tell him (her husband) thank you as well for helping her get the two brothers back together. I told her,

“You can thank his spirit yourself. The ‘little bird’ is sitting on your shoulder now.”