After Death Communications - My Personal Experiences

One of the things her spirt had told me the night of the shooting was - not to visit her in the hospital.

When her spirit came to me in the moments after her demise - she told me that she didn't want me going to her funeral. I asked her why she didn't want me by her side when she was in the hospital and why she didn't want me to attend a funeral in her honor, she told me,

"I don't want you to walk through life with a memory of me - and how I looked when my body was in the hosptial. There is a saying that goes - let the dead bury the dead. I am NOT dead to you. I am still alive in your heart. I am think of you and your future. If you have a memory of attending the funeral then it will haunt you in a way that will hurt you in the coming days. I have my hands full as it is trying to get you through this spell. I am not going to make it harder on myself - or for you if I can avoid it."

So - I declined the invitation to attend her funeral - at her spirits request. It hurt me not to go but I felt I had to honor her own dying request.

When the Police went looking for suspects - those two things put me at the top of their list. They asked me why I refused to visit the 'girl of my dreams' on her death bed and why I hadn't attended her funeral. Their theory was that I had a guilty conscious.

At one point the Detectives told me they were about to sign an arrest affidavit what would put me behind bars. It was my last chance to convince them I was innocent or they were going to arrest me on probable cause and worry about the facts later.

I tried to tell them she was still alive in my hear and hovering around me holding my hand. I told them she was telling me that she was only going to be with me a short time before she let go of my hand and then I would start the mourning. Otherwise - I wasn't going to waste my time crying about spilt milk until it came out of the bottle. The Dectectives thought I was creating a imaginary image in my mind to avoid the guilt complex associated with having a hand in her murder. I told them,

"I am going to tell you a joke and that will give you the proof I am innocent and prove to you that she is sitting her holding my hand."

They were reluctant to allow me to tell them a joke. They felt the gravity of the situation was way too serious to be making jokes.

I told them a joke and both of their mouths and jaws hit the floor. I had no idea why. Her spirit was the one whispering the joke into my ear. They asked why I told that particlar joke. It wasn't a joke I had ever heard before and it wasn't all that funny in my mind of opinion. I told them,

"She told it to me and told me to tell it to you."

They asked me to ask 'her' why she had picked that particular joke to tell them. I repeated what she had told me.

"She said it was a joke 'you' (I pointed to one of the detectives) told to 'you' (I pointed to the other Detective) this morning on the ride into the station. It was a corny joke as far as my mind is concerned and it is probally the last time I am every going to tell it. Is that the kind of jokes you two find funny?"

The both asked how I had done it. They were asking if I had a microphone planted in the car. I told them what her spirit told me to tell them.

"The other day I told you I had asked God for help in this situation and advised you to do the same concerning the truth of my innocense. You followed my advise because you went to that Chruch and kneelled down in prayer about the matter. This is the answer to the prayer you gave in private to your Maker. What is asked for in silence is freely given in the open. It is not me you own an once of gratitude to for retelling you that lousy joke. It is not her spirit you need to give an ounce of gratitude to for being about to retell you that lousy joke. It is the one you got down on your knees and talked to the other day in that chruch."

The Detective gasped again. He said,

"I haven't told anyone about that."

"You did tell him." I pointed upstairs.

They looked at each other and asked,

"Do you believe him?"

They both agreed that it was too bizarre and uncanny for coincidence. The spirit of the deceased was sitting next to me holding my hand. I told them,

"She wouldn't be doing that if I was guility of her murder."

So it was God, an ADC and a very lousy joke that got me cleared of a murder charge.