After Death Communications - My Personal Experiences

At the end of 1980 I moved back to the city I had once sought refuge in. I had fell in with a group of new friends who all knew I was carrying around a heavy burden of grief. Three spirits came with me. I tried to keep them and the idea of 'ghosts' - in the closet. I didn't want to talk about - or - draw attention to the 'invisible and silent' friends whisping around in in the 'thin air' around me. I knew that the two realms of the physical and spiritual - were to different and distinct realities. It was hard enough dealing with the human level of grief without bring on the semi-insanity of listening to the whispers of 'invisible' friends. They kept me busy with errends to run as the messenger boy. I got to meet other people who had a mind of understanding when it came to such matters. I left it to those moments to share my heart and mind with others who were dealing with the loss of a loved one.

So at the beginning of 1981 - I had three 'ghostly' friend hovering in and out of my house - night and day. I never knew when one of them was going to show up and lead me on a 'mission of mercy' to pass on a message to a grieving friend, Mother, Father, Brother, Sister, Daughter or Son. I kept that part of my life seperate and distant from others - including myself. I didn't feel it was my buisness as much as it was God's buisness.

The spirits of my friends would sort of wake me up to their presence and let me know that it was getting close to go on an errand. They would act like potergiest and move things around on me - or open the front door wide open and leave it open as the tiles on my ceiling would flutter as their 'wind' passed through to the back door. It was their way of getting me in the 'mood' for the approaching spirit that would be calling on me. I didn't like for them to 'appear' to me of thin air. It was too hard on me. Two of them were like strangers to me since I couldn't remember them in a physical sense. It was too hard to see an appariation of my girlfriends spirit. It was like being lifted up to heaven and then dropped on my head when her spirit disappeared again.

The first time to door swung open and then stayed open - I thought I had the door locked. I was freaking out when the wind came in and then turned the corner and blew down a hall toward the kitchen and then around a couple of corners to open the back door. The back door swung inward when it opened. I was standing there shaking my head when I heard the whisper,

"Fear not - it is me."

I never knew when one of them was going to come flying into the house and open up the front and then back door. Sometimes, they would open up a window and exit the house through a window. I got used to it quickly. We started a routine where I would shout out,

"Close the dang door behind you. You're letting in the cold. Was you raised in a barn? Mind your manners!"

They would always come back (after going half way though the house) and slam the front door shut. Then the 'invisible wind' of their spirit would take off flying though the hallway - with the tiles to the ceiling fluttering in their path. When they got to the kitchen I would shout out,

"And don't forget to close that back door behind you. Mind your manners!"

I would hear the back door open and slam shut. I would just shake my head and start perparing my mind for some sort of mystical experience. I had to get my mind in gear for the ADC with them - or to be sent on an errand to help someone else get in touch with a departed loved one. It was a sign for me to start praying for some stranger somewhere who was suffering pain and was asking God for help.

Someone has recommended a movie titled "Miracle in the Rain." I would be reminded that someone somewhere was looking for their own 'miracle message' to help them embrace the sight or sound of a lost loved one.

My 'friends in spirit' were telling me that our relationship was now 'secert' which they defined as 'hidden and seperate' from the material reality. So - I didn't broadcast my 'hidden' relationship with 'spirits' to my new physical friends.

I felt it was God's way of help me because I found when I helped other grieving family members, I was actually helping myself to deal with my own inner grief. I had no understanding how it worked or why it was working. For that reason - I would only spend 10 or 15 mintues having a 'shared ADC' with a grieving person and then depart the scene. I would tell them if we bumped into one another again - we would just keep our 'secret' to ourselves and not mention it. The reason I did this is because I felt the conversation about it belonged in the moment. Talking about it afterwards just seemed to lesson the value of the moment in the past. I would answer the call put to me - but they (the spirits) wouldn't always answer a call from me. So - in an effort to avoid having to 'prove' it to doubters or disbelievers - I just avoided any conversations about it after the moment came to pass.

I didn't want people showing up in the middle of the night trying to get me to contact the 'spirit world' for some answer to a question. (As an example: What should I wear to the wedding? Should I buy the new car or just fix up the old one?) It never happened but I didn't want to leave the door open for such a thing. I felt once they made their own contact - then it was up to them to deal with the departed spirit of a loved one on their own.

I never thought or imagined I would ever have a reason to talk about my 'secret friendships' with the minds of the new living friends I socialized with in the new city. The 'spirits' had there own way of leading me to do things I didn't want to do.

They started opening the door and flying through the house while I was sitting with my living friends.