After Death Communications - My Personal Experiences

My family moved away and I had to leave my childhood "blood brother" behind. When I moved back to my hometown I had to start over with a new friendship. It didn't take me long to meet up with someone I felt a spiritual bond with. There was the same mystical element involved.

My new friend had an adopted Dad. His 'real Dad' had died when he was young and it was not something talked about among his family. He felt a great deal of love for his 'adopted Dad' since he had been raised up by him. When I found out about this - I worked it into the conversation.

"Do you sometimes have dreams about your real Daddy?"

He admitted that he felt his real Daddy came to him like an angel in his dreams from time to time. I asked him how real he thought it was to him. He told me that when he was dreaming - it was as real as real could get, but that when he woke back up he would realize it had only been a dream.

I told him,

"It is real. He came to me in a dream and wanted me to pass on a message to you - so you know how real it is to him as well. He is looking after you in the only way he can. He don't want you to think that just because he left this world - he stopped loving you."

Year later when I striken with amnesia - my friend asked me if I could remember the private talks we had about his real Dad. It was one of the memories that got pushed into the subconscious. My friend told me,

"It hurts a little that you can't remember that. You made it all seem so real. If you can't remember it now - it makes it a little less real to me and my mind."

I told him not to allow my 'lack of memory' to interfer with what he felt was real in his heart.

By the time I was 15 - I had established a way of communicating with the 'living' as well as the 'spirits' that had passed on.

My young friend and I would sometimes have a group session in our dreams with the other kids on the block. Communicating with others though a spiritual telepathic means was the norm on our block while I was growing up. Of course, when I developed the amnesia - this memory was swept aside for my focus on the adult world of my life.

I had many friends approach me and ask,

"You don't recall that time we met up in our dreams and had that wonderful conversation and took that trip beyond together?"

It took me a while to get back into the swing of that type of communication and it was my hometown best friend who did it.