After Death Communications - My Personal Experiences

I was being talked to in dreams. I finally gave in under protest. The "two spirits" said they would take the blame from "God" regarding the matter. I wasn't worried about that as much as I was worried about some sort of "Ghost Nazi" patrol. Some formidable branch of a select task force working to keep the laws of the land enforced.

(I was only 18. I didn't know. Everyone was making it sound like it was best to keep it quiet. My boss, my friends, my relatives.)

I didn't understand why they needed my hand - if their invisible "ghost's" hands were good enough to toss bags of chips around. I felt they could pick up their pen and do their own writing. They explained it to me as "human intervention." They had to put a human hand in play for reasons I couldn't understand.

I got out the piece of paper and put a pen in my hand and looked the other way as this "spirit" took control of my hand and wrote out a letter. I never looked at it. A part of me wanted to validate the incident for myself. It was not my hand writing and it was not my signature. I never read the letter. The "spirit" kept telling,

"It's okay. You can read it if you want."

My reply was,

"Are you kidding me? The less I know about this the better. If the goon squad comes a calling and they put me under the lamps trying to beat a confession out of me. I KNOW NOTHING!"

The same thing was done for the address. I didn't want to know the name of the ghost or who it was sending a letter to. (Other than the fact it was his Mom.) I used a glove to seal up the letter in the envelope. I waited until Midnight and put on a hat and overcoat. I looked suspicious but I felt I was hiding my identity. I didn't want any witnesses stating they saw me mailing a letter. I felt I was a spy on a mission trying to deliver a "message" from the West across to the Eastern bloc of the Berlin wall. If I got caught - that was the end of my young life. I would spend the rest of my born days in the concentration camp designed for fools who were foolish enough to get involved in delivering messages from the spiritual world to the human world.

I had a pair of tweezers I used to get the envelope out of my pocket at the corner mailbox. After I dropped it in the box - I was running and duck in the shadows to get home without being seen.

No witnesses. My "ghostly friends" were laughing at me. I told them it was better to be safe than sorry. They kept insisting there was nothing to worry about. I was sweating bullets when I got home ... hollering and screaming at them.

"That is it. No more. Never again. My heart is beating like a bass drum."

A week later - I felt I was half way in the clear. I felt the letter should have arrived in a three days time. I felt if they were looking for me - they would have found me. I was breathing easy.

(Of course - I am looking back on the incident now - and laughing at myself - just as my "ghostly friends" said I would.)

I was on a shoe string budget. I was used to eating beans, potatoes and peanut butter sandwiches. Meat was a luxury. One day the two "ghosts" came blowing into the house. I heard them whispering silently into my ear.

"We found you a deal. There is a special on steak at a store down the road. Hurry up and get in your car and get there before they are all gone. HURRY! You got no time to lose."

I took off to the supermarket they were giving me directions to. I got to the meat section and didn't find no deals. I was wondering what sort of joke or scam they were pulling on me. I looked up and saw a middle aged woman shopping. She was a train wreck. She looked like she had crawled out from under a hospital bed. You couldn't but help notice her. I was wondering what had happened. She looked like she had been eaten up by a disease inside - yet - she was singing, humming and almost floating on air. It looked like she had a remarkable recovery and was out shopping because she had gotten her appetite back. That is when I heard the invisible voice of the teen say,

"That is my Mom. That is the one the letter went to. I thought you should see how well that medicine worked. Go talk to her. Please say something to her. Just follow your heart."

I was caught up in a moment. I was wanted to get my hands on those ghostly friends and choke the life out of them for putting me in that moment. I was trying to stay out of the picture and they forced my feet to stand right in the moment with her.

On the other hand - I could see what they had been saying was true. She looked like she had one foot stuck in the grave for a long time. That medicine had worked wonders for her. I never thought a letter could be looked at like medicine. I felt I was looking at a walking miracle. I couldn't help but stand in awe of the moment.

So - I approached her cautiously asking my "ghostly friends" for advise.

"What do I say?"

I walked closer to her picking out fruits. I was mumbling under my breath,

"I am sorry. I am really sorry."

I was speaking out loud to the "ghostly" teenager. I hadn't taken him seriously about his Mom. He had told me that she was killing herself with grief. With her in my sight - I could tell she had been through hell and back. His spirit told me all it was going to take was a simple letter to put her mind at ease. I was feeling so guilty about myself. I hadn't realized she had overheard me mumbling to myself.
Part III