After Death Communications - My Personal Experiences

Prior to that incident - I had been saying my own prayers.

Everyone was scaring me into believing that communicating with the spirits beyond was evil. That is was against some sort of code of unwritten law.

I felt my prayers were answered as well.

The spirit of the unidentified teenager thanked me prior to leaving that day in the supermarket. I thanked his spirit as well. I felt I had gained from the experience as much as everyone involved had gained from the experience.

His spirit whispered in my ear that his Mom was now more opened minded to receiving his spiritual messages directly herself. He wanted her to be happy and free from the torment she had been putting herself through.

For six months - people had been putting bad ideas in my head about my talk concerning my "near death experience" and the mystical aftermath.

I felt there was two sides to this world we walked in.

The side of light and harmony and the side of darkness with a lack of understanding. The side of belief and the side of disbelief.

I never talked about my experience with the grieving Mother to anyone after that day. I felt the right people knew about it and that was enough. I had learned enough from my past to know - that if I talked to the wrong minds about it - they would put it down as a product of my imagination or some sort of flight of fancy.

One day, I was standing with my boss when the Mother walked into the store. They talked as if they knew each other from another place and time. She saw me and told my Boss,

"You got yourself a good worker there. You take care of him - you hear."

My boss inquired about her fond affection toward me. I asked him,

"What do you know about her?"

He told me the whole community thought she wasn't long for the world after he young son had died - but had snapped out of it one day. I asked my Boss,

"You want to know a secret?"

"Sure. What you got?"

"That day you got a bag of chips thrown up side the back up your head? Well - now you know who to blame. I wouldn't worry about him any more. He got what he wanted."

"What was that?"

"To see his Momma smiling again."

"I am not going to argue with that. You want to tell me anymore about how that came to be."

"No. You know enough."

"Yes. I do."

" Enough said then."