Childhood NDE's: Aunt's Sighting of Spirit

  My Parents sent me to stay with my Grandparents for a week.  They lived on a farm in the Ozarks and it was miles away from our residence in Texas.  The stress and strain was getting to both my parents and they needed a break in the drama unfolding.   I am not sure what year it was other than it was after my parents and I had devised our on normal method of dealing with the ruptures in my heart that would send me into an epileptic like seizure.  I was taking care of myself for the most part.  There was nothing anyone could do during the seizure other than to ride it out with me.  

I wouldn't allow my parents to come into the room with me.   Watching them cry over me just made matter worse.   There was also the controversy of them catching sight of my spirit departing and returning.   They didn't like seeing this.   When I went for the week visit - my Grandparents had been instructed what to do and what not to do - in case I had a seizure while I was in their company.   They were to let me run to the bedroom and be by myself during the 'heat' of the seizure.   We didn't like talking about death or the possibility of it.   This was after I had sent them the special delivery letter so they had a promise to me - not to worry about it.   I would be coming back after I caught my breath enough to breath on my own again.  

My Mom had filled in my Grandmother and my Dad had instructed my Grandpa.  When I got there, I had to act the big shot and lecture them my own way.    The warning over and over again was to stay out of the bedroom no matter how much I cried, screamed or carried on with myself during the heat of the battle.   It was my battle to fight alone and the sight of my Grandparents crying would have made matters worse for me.   The deal was for them to work on a joke while I was in the bedroom during the ordeal.   I told them the best thing for me afterwards was to laugh it off afterwards.  The sooner I could laugh my troubles the sooner I was going to get over it. 

I was out in the front yard playing with my cousins when the familiar thumping in my chest started up. I knew I only had a few minutes before an uncontrollable seizure started and I would be flopping around like a fish out of water.   At my household - the funny thing to say when I ran past my parents was,

"I am about to get naked.  Don't come in hear until I call you."

They knew that meant to they were about to sit through a period of time and worry in the back of their mind whether or not I was going to make it through my battle alive.   When they heard me say I was about to get 'naked' knowing what that meant - they couldn't help but to laugh at the sound of me saying that as I ran past them.  It would be like an elixir  to help them through the turmoil that was about to begin.  My Mom had told my Grandmother the coded words I would use and how to prepare herself mentally and emotionally for it.    I had been standing by the phone while my Mom had spoken to my Grandmother and her exact words were,

"Momma - you hear my Son pass by you saying that - take my word and brace yourself because hell is about to unleash its fury on you. Just brace yourself and don't move an inch toward him until he is quite again. Let him scream it out of him alone.  Do NOT go into that room while he is screaming.   The worst part is not him screaming.  The worst part is when he stops screaming and you don't hear a sound. Don't move an inch.  That is the devil trying to pull you in to get a sight of something you don't want to see.  That is what he means when he says is about to get naked.  His ghost is going to be flying around that room someone on his way or own his way back in.   You DO NOT want to see that Momma.  Take my word on it.   Just wait for him to call for his glass of water and tell him a joke to get him laughing and five minutes after that - he will be back to being a normal kid again.   Just sit it out Momma and don't give into a Mother's instinct to rush to a crying child.   Stay away from him while he is crying.   The ghost is not the worst of it Momma.  No woman in their right minds wants the image of a dead child haunting their mind and trying to come to terms with it."  

I ran past my Grandmother and shouted out like I was on my way to the bathroom in a hurry. 

"I am about to get naked.  Don't come in here until I get finished and get dressed again." 

I saw my Aunt chuckling at the sound of my words.  I shouted out for my Grandmother to tell my Aunt the deal.   No matter what - they were not to come into the room until I called them. 

I started my screaming and after awhile - I passed out.  I was outside of my body - and doing my thing when I heard a screaming.   I snapped back to the bedroom and looked up from "Long John" spirit body to see my Aunt standing at the door of the bedroom with her eyes bugging out of her head.   My spirit had been sitting on the edge of the bed.  My physical body was lifeless and pale.  The facial expression was always sort of frozen into place.   She took to screaming, stopping, screaming, stopping, looking, running, stopping and locking back over her shoulder and ran out of the house bawling.  

I checked my physical body and it was too soon to get into it.   My Grandmother never came into the room.   I finally got into my body and raised my voice to my Grandmother to ask if she was still there.  She answered and I told her to sit tight because I was on my way up and out.  I walked out into the living room with my hands on my hips and said,

"Why did you you let her come in there like that.  You know what was going to happen and now it has.  Didn't she hear me when I said I as about to get naked?"   

It hadn't been expressed to my Aunt like it had been expressed to my Grandparents.   My Grandmother said my Aunt ran out and the last she heard her say was that I was dead and that she had seen my ghost. She told me to go out and show myself to her to let her know I had made it through my fight alive.  My Grandmother told me to approach slowly and not to run at her. 

"The frame of mind she looks like she is in - no telling how she would react to your running at her too fast.  Just stand by the door and wait for her to call you to you." 

I stepped outside the door and my Aunt let out a srheack.   She cocked her head to get a good look at the sight of me and said,

"Is it you - or - am I seeing your ghost again?"  

I started laughing and told her that was a good joke.  I told her,

"Of course it is me.  Can't you tell the difference between the two yet.  I was having trouble with that myself for some time."   

She motioned me to her and took to hugging me and kissing me.  When she calmed down enough to talk she was asking me what she had seen.  She admitted that she had heard the stories but thought it was people's imagination getting the best of them.  She made me tell my side of the story from beginning to end.  I told her I had been off in a distance playing at what I called recess when I heard her scream.  That didn't match up with what she felt she had seen.  She had seen my 'ghost' sitting on the side of the bed and my physical body laying in the bed.  I told her I wasn't in either of those body's I was having an out of body and out of  spirit experience.   It was something I did all the time.  It would be like 'imagination' here.  I could take a part of my self and leave both bodies behind in an 'orb' like body.  When I said that, my Aunt recalled seeing an orb of light flying through the wall toward me and hitting my ghost in the back of head.  I told her,

"That was me coming back to my body when I heard you screaming."  

She described it as looking like a shining soap bubble.  My Aunt told me that she had heard the stories and wanted to check out if they were true - when her own Mother instinct took hold.  She said my Mom had warned her but her curiosity got the best of her and she was out to prove them wrong by seeing what it was everyone  was talking about.  She told me,

"Your ghost looked like a zombie.  Like there was not life in it.   That is what freaked me out.  If you had looked alive in your ghost - it wouldn't have hit me so wrong.  Why was you looking like a zombie for." 

I told her that it was on automatic pilot.    To me - it was like a 'day dream' moment when you got caught up and focused on something and couldn't take your focus off it.  I would depart the 'spiritual body' much the same way it departed the physical body.  I would hover around and look at it and study it form the outside.  

I explained my terminology to my Aunt.   Being 'naked' was being without 'either the outside and inside 'skin.'  The long john body was the duplicate body that I wrapped myself in before getting back into the body of 'flesh, bone and blood.'   Being 'naked' meant I was going to wrap myself up in a tiny ball of light and fly around the room just as my Mom had described.   My parents were a little stunned by the 'duplicate transparent' body - but when I discard that body and turned into a ball of light the size of a soap bubble - they reacted like I had became a hornet and they were running ducking and diving trying to get out of my path.   I had been trying to show myself to them so they knew what I was talking about when I said I would 'roll myself up into a ball' and take off flying home.   They said they never wanted to see me do that again.  

My Grandfather had been out of the house when this happened.  Later that evening he called me to him and got me to confirm the details he had heard.  He told me,

"Grandson, I love your Momma but I didn't have the time to spend with her like I did with your Aunt.  I raised your Aunt to be sensible and level headed.  I done thought your Momma lost some of her senses dealing with this issue.  Now you got my oldest girl swearing to the sight of the same thing.  It is two against one now.  I am not going to argue it or debate it with myself no more.  I am convinced now that your Grandpa caught a brief glimpse of what they are swearing up and down about.   I am going to heed the warning.  I want you to promise your Grandpa that you NEVER show me your naked body.  I don't understand the way you express yourself when it comes to this matter and if you change the meaning around to something - you be sure to let your Grandpa know what your call that ball you wrap yourself up into because I don't ever want to see it while I am alive and breathing in this world.  Maybe it is a sight to see when the good Lord calls you home and I pray that I am willing to deal with the sight of such a thing then.  But until I am in my grave and at peace - don't disturb my mind what the sight of what caused your Aunt to almost have a nervous breakdown." 

This was how it was back in 1968 and 1969.  Instead of people flocking around to see the sight of a 'spiritual orb' leaving and returning to a physical body - everyone was high tailing it and running the opposite direction.    This is what lead to our own Walton ritual in my Grandparents house.  When ever it got around to my family members saying good night to me - they would all tell me to keep my long johns on through the night and if for any reason they got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom and my naked body was out of bed - I was to keep it hidden out of sight from normal and sane minds.