Leaving Town 

Medical Problems

I was constantly being approached by strangers who were turning out to be old friends, classmates, teachers, acquaintances or associates that I had no memory of. I carried a note from my Doctors stating my medical condition but my friends and family would feel hurt that I couldn't recall them. If they tried to force me to bring memories to the conscious mind - it would cause migraine headaches. The Doctors offered to prescribe medications but warned me about an addiction. They felt I had been mentally and emotionally handicapped by my condition and warned this was prelude to addiction. I refused to take the medication and asked for advice to help avoid the massive migraines. They advised me to change locations for a length of time to aid in my recovery process. I threw a dart at a map on the wall and asked the Spirit of Creation to help me choose a location to settle into.

Controversy

I also had rumors starting up that I had conjured up the 'spirit' of a dead man. This started a controversial subject matter concerning various people's belief in religion. Some people accused me of doing the 'devil's work.' My Grandfather said the idea of leaving town for awhile might be best for me - since there was a lynch mob hovering around me with a bucket of tar and a bag full of feathers. I felt I had done my homework and said my prayers. My Grandfather agreed with me but said sometimes,

"No good deed goes unpunished."

New City

I moved to a major city 1000 miles away. While driving along the Interstate - I would see flashes of light running alongside my car. When I looked - it was the 'spirit' of my friend following along. I muttered under my breath,

"Show off."

His spirit followed me to the new city. I would wake up in the middle of the night and see the shadow of a his form sitting in a chair beside my bed. I would just roll over and go back to sleep. This was usually a sign that I was going to have a 'session' within my dreams with him.

During the months to come I never felt alone even though I was a thousand miles from home and virtually alone in a new city. His spirit was constantly pulling pranks on me to remind me that he was always around somewhere. His presence didn't bother me at all and I got used to just nodding my head and ignoring it. I never allowed it to become too concerned about the reality of his existence. The word his spirit constantly used was 'separate.' His spirit existed in a separate reality from my own worldly and material reality.

Every once in a while, another spirit would show up. I would ask for his identity and who he had been in my young life. It was a secret to me when I woke up. While I was asleep in dreams - I knew him very well.

I got used to the idea of my spirit hiding 'secrets' from my human mind. It was as if my spirit had its own separate life aside from my own.