After Death Communications - My Personal Experiences

I was in Dallas after my girlfriends murder visiting and staying with various family members. It was a large city for this small town boy. My family was warning about about a section of town that was considered the 'ghetto' or 'slum' area. They felt it would be dangerous for a white boy like myself to get lost in that section of town. (I was constantly telling my Aunt's and Uncles how I was constantly getting myself lost in an effort to learn the layout of the city.) They made me well aware of the 'gang' and drug wars going on in that section.

I had been told to reach out and find others who were suffering grief like myself. I called it a 'bird' that followed me around. An invisible 'bird' that acted much like the 'one' that had came to me with the 'teenager' and his Mother. (See: ADC and a Teenager.) I had a new appreciation for the pain the Mother had endured in her own personal ordeal.

I never knew when one of those 'invisible birds' were going to show up and land on my shoulder. I had designed a prayer about how and when I would give myself over to being the delivery boy for messages from heaven. I don't think I really appreciated the gift it was for me to have direct ADC's with the spirit of my girlfriend as well as two other 'mystery friends' from my personal past. It was good for me to see and witness the joy it brought to people when they had a profound spiritual experience where they too would recieve a 'silent' whisper or 'invisible hug' from the spirit of a deceased loved one. I knew the other persons pain and they knew mine. We would find company in one another for a brief shinning moment in a dark world and understand the boulder that sitting on each other's shoulder. The encounters only lasted 15 to 30 minutes and I would be on my way.

A Mother, Father, Son, Daughter, Brother, Sister or a dear loved one. I lost track of how many excersions I was lead on in the first six months after my passing. The 'spirit of my girlfriend' was scolding for feeling sorry for myself. She said there were many people who would give their right arm to have the gift given to me.

One day - I was called on by the 'invisible bird' that landed on my shoulder. When I asked for directions - I had no problem identifying the area as the section of town my family had warned me about. They had Grandmother's in that section of town - because it was the spirit of a Grandmother leading me to her Grandson. Her spirit told me,

"He needs a good scolding from me to help straighten out his life. He is like you. Stubborn in his remorse and grief. He is going to end up hurting others if he doesn't change his ways."

I didn't have the heart to say no to the spirit of a Grandmother trying to get a message to her Grandchild. Little did I know - this particular child was a grown man. A big grown black man with guns strapped on his side and stuffed in his pants.

When I pulled into the 'project' area - I stood out like a sore thumb. All eyes were on me. I was driving a new luxery car that shinned. I kept hearing my families voices ringing in my head.

"If you get lost in that section of town - you going to get mugged and that new car of yours is going to hacked up into pieces for sale around town."

I had just bought new steel belted Michelen radials and I was shaking my head. The spirit of the Grandmother (the invisible bird on my shoulder) must have read my mind because she said,

"Don't worry. Your safe with me. Just do as I tell you and you will be protected. Not one of my people will have the heart to harm you once I put my Grandson in place. Just get me close enough to him to have him open up his mind to me - and I will start doing my own talking to him."

I pulled up to a spot and parked. There was a large group of young black men hanging out in a small parking lot area. I looked around and could see the stunned and shocked look on everyone's face. My family had told me the Police had been run out of that section of town. Here I was strolling along like it was just another summer day. I was told which one was the 'spirits' Grandson. I could tell he was the 'Gang Leader" of this particlar group and I had no doubt his reach extended thoughout a wide area in that section of town. He was the top dog on the totem pole.

I strolled up to him and said,

"I am with Western Union and I have a message to deliever to Bulldog. You him?"

Everyone started pulling handguns out. They didn't aim them at me but they had them ready.

"Whose asking."

"I am just a messenger."

We chatted a bit about how I could be with Western Union because they weren't fool enough to be deliverying messages in that part of the City. Somehow - I gather this man had enemies and he was sizing me up to see if I was a part of the crew from his gang of opposition. He eventually got to the question and asked who the message was from if it wasn't from his enemies. I told him,

"Your Grandma sent me."

He grabbed his gun from his holster and rushed toward me. He pressed the gun toward my temple and I could hear his Grandma telling me (in spirit)

"Don't worry. He is more bark than bite. Just say as I tell you to say and I will touch him in his heart when it needs to be."

The gangster told me,

"You better make this good because if what you have to say to me aint enough to change my mind - then in one minutes time - your brains are going to be splattered all over the ground. You got sixty seconds starting right now."

By this time there was a large crowd gathered around and more were running to catch up with what was going on. I heard one youngster ask what was going on and heard,

"Well - either a white boy is about to be dead -- or Bulldog's dead Granny is about to come through that white boy and give Bulldog a scolding from beyond the grave."

"You don't say."

"Watch for yourself fool and stop asking questions. I don't want to miss this. Either way it goes."

I repeated everything the 'spirit of the Grandmother' told me to say. I could feel his strength and hold on me drain out of him. She said things only she could say to him.

He dropped his gun to his side and bowed his head for awhile. I feel that she had reached him and he was listening to her own words because I heard he talking directly to him. He kept nodding his head as she talked. Afterwards, he holstered his gun and apologized. He then shouted out for one of his side kicks to run and get his best bottle of whiskey. He wanted to drink a toast to the day he recieved his calling. He said it was probally the last time his lips were ever going to touch hard liquor again. As his side kick was running off - he shouted out to him to bring all the rest of it and pass it around to the crowd. He motioned people to stand back so he could talk to me privately for a few moments. He asked how I had been called into serving the spirit like I had.

I told him about my near death experience. I told him I had crashed through deaths door and some how - it wasn't fully shut for me yet. I also told him about my own loss and grief and how gettting a glimpse of the other side didn't make it any less painful to bear that heavy boulder placed on my shoulders.

We spoke and then drank a toast with the rest of the crowd. I told him I had to get back to my side of town before my family got too worried about me.

I had a wonderful time talking to various people as I made it to my car. One young teenaged boy was reaching for my door handle for me. He was only about 12 or 13. I told him he didn't have to do that for me. He said he had been dreaming about this day for a long time. He said he wanted to touch my hand and was trying to find a way to lead into a handshake from me. I asked him why it was so important to him. He said,

"I want some of what you got to rub off on me. You got the spirit in you. My people need more of that. I never want to forget this day as long as I live. I got to watch the meanest badest - ****dude melt like butter before my eyes. That was the power of God at work and that is where I want to point my mind and lead my life. I don't want to end up on dope."

I told him I would do more than shake his hand. I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

I winked and told him,

"I put alot of heart, soul and spirit into that. From my heart to yours. God will bless you on your path. In his eyes - it is a done dollar deal. Just folllow your heart and allow it to lead you away from that dope and serve God in your own way."

I got home and my Aunt and Uncle were curious about the tale I usually told when I got lost and found my way back to their house. I told them I had gotten sidetracked to that 'bad section.' My Aunt dropped her dishes.

"My GAWD! How did you make it out of there in one piece? Where is your car? Is it in one piece."

They really freaked out when I told them the fellows had helped me out - gave me a drink of whiskey and we drank a toast to God in the process. My Aunt and Uncle thought I was pulling their leg. They didn't feel a skinny white boy like me could make it out of the projects with a tale to tell.

I told them,

"I had a little help from a talking bird."

I winked and never told them anything more than they needed to hear about it.