After Death Communications - My Personal Experiences

Looking back on 1980 in hindsight - it is hard for me to believe I had to battle doubt as much as I did. I feel I was very fortunate having had a 'direct' line of communication with my deceased girlfriend - but - I started doubting the reality of it.

A part of it was me rejecting the advice she was giving me. She was telling me the only way to rid myself of the pain, anger, hate and suffering I was in the midst of - was to forgive the young gunman who caused her death. As much experience as I had on the past with the 'supernatural' through my other ADC's and the NDE in 1978 - my mind was human and I had natural human reactions to my situation. When I tried to talk to people outside myself about the 'advise' she was given to me in the ADC's - they all thought I was losing my mind due to my grief and loss.

I started 'thinking' that maybe everyone else was right. Maybe her 'spirit' was just a figment of my imagination created in an effort to help me ease my suffering and pain.

I got mad at her at one point. Instead of it being a happy and joyous occasion to have her presence felt in my dreams - on lingering around in my new apartment - I felt jilted and rejected. I couldn't understand some of the 'deep mystical' subjects she was bringing up.

We loved music. She was constantly making 'requests' of me. Move to a new location. Forgive the murderer. Find others suffering the same grief. Help others in worst shape than myself. I made a request of her. I wanted another musical occasion that I could cherish in my heart. I felt the Eagles concert was from the Spirit of Creation. (aka God.) I wanted a moment I could share with her.

She told me I was going to get a phone call within a week from an old friend from my hometown. My girlfriend had been an aspiring artist and guitarist. Her role model had been a guitarist from a group called the Runaways. The phone call was going to bring me the news that Joan Jett was coming to my hometown to play a little club. (She was an unknown artist at the time and playing small clubs.) Her spirit told me to go to the show and request a song from Joan - without telling her what song she wanted to hear. I was confused. She told me,

"When the time comes - I will whisper the song into her ear. Then you will know that someone I respect with my heart shares the same type of gift you have been given. She will know what song to play for me because my spirit is going to be on stage with her - invisible and silent -- but not so invisible or silent that she won't hear me making the request to her heart."

I was told to say prayers on behalf of the request.

I showed up at the show and met Joan backstage after the show. I invited her to do a show in the city I was residing in. I promised her a full house. (My girlfriend's spirit had insisted I promise Joan a sold out show.) I jokingly told Joan,

"I am spreading the word about your music. Before I am finished - you going to sell out a staduim crowd in my city. That I can promise you from my heart to yours ... as well as the heart of someone I love dearly and eternally."

I told Joan how my girlfriend had left the world too soon and had dreams of following in her footsteps and becoming a guitarist for a band. Joan asked me what song I wanted to hear at this promised sold out performance. I told Joan,

"When the time comes - dig it out of your heart. Just think of her right before you play the song and play the first song that comes to mind. It has to be a spontaneous reaction. I don't know if you believe in that one. (I pointed up.) If you do - then maybe you can ask him which song she would like to hear where she is at in that moment."

Joan was gentle and kind about the request. She promised to make it to the city when she could get the arrangements made. She told me,

"When I get there, I am going to be expecting a sold out stadium crowd. You do that and I will play the song on my head for you."

I didn't do anything but -- a few months later - her break out song went number one on the charts. "I Love Rock and Roll." She stopped playing small clubs and graduated to sold out crowds. I feel it was her fate and the spirit of my girlfriend had tapped into that stream of fate on the other side.

The day of the show came and I was sitting in the middle of the sold out crowd. (People were scalping tickets out front.)

In the middle of the show - Joan stopped in the middle of starting a song.

"Hold it. Hold it guys. I just remembered something I got to do. A promise is a promise and I need to keep one tonight to someone and I have a feeling your out there some where. I was expecting this when we talked about it a few months back. You will know who you are because this one..... (she turned and shouted for the guys to keep up with her,) is for you kiddo. This one is for Sam."

Another moment of goose bumps went up and down my arms when Joan broke out in tune with Samantha's favorite song. It was like ligthening striking three times. I had told Joan the name of my girlfriend which only I was able to call her. Samantha. She didn't like people to call her by her given name. She told me that I was the only person in the world she allowed to call her by her given name. She once told me,

"My Mom isn't even allowed to call me that name -- and she is the one that gave it to me."

So, I was expecting Joan to say her name as Samantha. When she stopped short - I could almost hear Samantha telling her,

"Kiddo is the only one who is allowed to use that name. You can call me Sam."

That was the third thing. Kiddo was my nickname. Even in spirit - she was constantly calling me Kiddo. She is the only person in the world who called me that -- until the night Joan called me that on stage in front of a sold out crowd.

My doubt was gone after that night.

Sam had been telling me that I had to give gratitude to God for all things. Life has a way of bringing us the lessons we need to learn and grow from.

It was a night I felt Joan, Sam and I -- shared music together that would live on in my heart until I met up with Sam again on the other side in spirit. It was just like she had promised. Our hearts would continue to make music together even in her physical absence. Her death wasn't going to separate us from the love we shared together.

It was and is my favorite moment of a shared ADC.

Years later in 2000 - the memories of Sam where
triggered to the surface again by an uncanny concidence.
I wrote a story as the memories came back. See: See Ya Later Kiddo