Childhood NDE's: Babysitter Spirit (Hometown)
I thought that the incident that took place in 1st grade (1967) where my Grandmother had a sighting of my 'spirit' would led her to be worry free about what I as doing 'as a spirit' outside of my body. It didn't. It just led to more concerns and worries.
I can now recall other conversations my Grandmother had with me over the years. After I had amnesia, (at age 18) she would bring up the subject wand was surprised that I couldn't recall the details. She felt she didn't have much time in this world her self so she would talk to me and tell me how she reacted to it.
She told me it was disturbing to think that if I (as a childish spirit) could get into her house and watch her doing her normal routine - she was led to believe that 'strange spirit's' could do the same.
The fact that I was talking about 'friends' on the other side was disturbing to her mind as well.
"You were a child. A child don't have friendships with intelligent beings who are of a grown mind without their parents and family knowing them. We couldn't wrap our minds around the idea of your running out in the blue yonder with God knows who and with God knows where. We started wondering what ideas these invisible people were putting into your head."
After my amnesia - everyone would ask me if I could remember the 'babysitting' story. It brought a chuckle, laugh and smile to most when they mentioned it. They would tell me what they could remember.
"Oh - you were as mad as hornet with your Grandma. She went and arranged for you ot have a babysitter the family knew for the sake of our minds and you had been traveling around doing your own thing for years. You finally gave into her request and got your a babysitter so your family could have a little peace of mind knowing you were with someone we knew to be from a good Christian family while was alive."
I was told some details but most people felt it was a memory I needed to recall on my own.
My hometown had a popular young disc jockey who passed away when he was only 22 years old. My Dad and him had attended High School together. My grandmother had taken a shine to him and admired him for his success in the world. I was told that when he did pass away - it was a big event in town and my grandmother had mourned him as her own son.
That is who she was trying to set me up with on the other side. I could never get passed the idea of having to have a babysitter with me to do my things on the other side. I can recall the time involved. It took a couple of years before I gave into the request. It was only after the 'spirit guides' convinced me that it wasn't for the sake of my mind or safety on the other side as much as it was for the sake of my Grandmother's mind. I had told my Grandmother to give her wish to the real 'Santa Claus' and if 'Santa' could talk me into it - it was the only way I was ever going to consider getting a babysitter to slow me down on the other side.
I tried not to worry my family when I could avoid it. I knew if I told them everything I went through on the other side - it would worry them too much.
I referred to it as a game of 'football.' To get to the light - I had to run through the 'blockers' trying to keep me grounded in this realm. I knew how to move on my own and avoid the pitfalls that would give the 'blockers' and disadvantage over me. I had been tackled in the past and it took me awhile to get out of the pile up they had created to try and keep me from the light.
Now that I can recall that period in my young life - they were right. I was mad as a hornet when the idea was brought up and first suggested. It took two years before I finally gave into the idea - under protest. Spirit guides convinced me that it was more for the sake of the 'minds of the living' than for me to have an overseer.
The actual event didn't take place until 1969 which was two years after my Grandmother first suggested it. I didn't like the idea of meeting this 'person' or disembodied spirit on a human level. I was being told for the sake of minds here in this world - I had to meet up with this spirit was if he was a living human being and I had to retain my own 'human' form.
The day came when I had a life stopping moment and my vital signs stopped. This had became a routine in my family. I always had a 'thumping' that started in my chest. There would be slow painful aches that led to the horrendous period of pain. My family called the sessions - 'biting the bullet.' I had to learn to suffer my pain in silence and in secret. I didn't like upsetting my family any more than I had to when it came to my 'attacks.' It was rare and seldom the case that I called my parents into the room with me. I only did it if the pain got too severe. They wanted to be with me if the pain became 'abnormally' strong. They felt that was a sign that maybe I wouldn't survive the attack. This afternoon, I was alone because the pain was normal for me and not beyond anything I hadn't endured alone before.
When I stepped out of my body - I was surprised to find the 'spirit guides' waiting for me. I didn't need for them to greet me upon exiting the body. I could get to them without a hitch and usually had time to roam and explore the spirit realm. I called them recesses. I could enter into a realm and create an entire theme park from 'imagination and ride the ride the rides for what seemed like days.' I wouldn't have to worry about my health or my physical body. I could act and play like a normal kid. This was part of the reason my parents felt the whole story of my 'near death experiences' was a product of imagination. If - I was in a certain level - I could build any type of world I wanted. There was no time factor involved. Even though I would only be gone from my body for a matter of minutes - it would seem as if I was gone for years at a time. My parents and I had discussed this in the past. I would be amazed during the beginning that I (as a spirit) could be gone for what seemed like a 1000 life times and then return to find myself exactly where I had left off - physically, mentally and emotionally. It would seem as if I had never went any where because a part of me (human) hadn't gone any where.
So - I was surprised to find the 'spirit guides' there interrupting my normal routine of a recess. I would be called back to the physical body by a natural process when the 'heat' had cooled down. I referred to the pain involved as 'heat.' When the body had cooled down enough for me to re-enter there was an instinct like alarm clock that would go off where ever my spirit was and I would return to 'time and space again to get back in. I didn't need the 'spirit guides' to be there to do this. That is when they told me,
"Your babysitter is here awaiting your company out in the front lawn."
The spirit guides had interrupted my 'morphing process' and told me to stay in 'human form' or what I called the Long John stage. I kept my childish mind about it and threw a fit. I started complaining and told them to send him away. They said that things had been set up over a course of a two year process and it was time for me to fulfill my obligations and promises. I had promised my Grandmother I would allow him to look after me - so - I could tell her how he was doing on the other side since he had left this world.
I hovered outside in my spirit body and sure enough - there was a young 22 year old looking man standing underneath my tree house. I marched right up to him and gave him a peace of my mind.
"Now look here, I don't know what you have been told from your end of things - but on my end of things, I DO NOT need a babysitter. If that is what you have on your mind - me and you might as well part company right here and now. I have been doing this for a long time now and I don't need someone like my Grandma thinks I do. If all you want to do it talk to me so I can pass on the word to her that your okay - then me and you will get along fine. If your going to start bossing me around like your the boss of me now - me and you is going to start butting heads right here and now until I get my way. So - which way you want to go from here."
He stuck his hand out to me and said,
"People call me Buddy. What do they call you?"
He was friendly enough and I wasn't expecting that. He got next to me fast, quick and swift and when the alarm clock went off inside me - I didn't want to leave him. He had adopted me and said that in spirit - he was going to look after me like an Uncle would for the sake of my Grandmother's mind just as she had been asking in her 'prayers.' I looked at him as a favorite Uncle beyond any of my other Uncles.
When I woke back up in my physical body - I was once again confused about the time factor. I felt I had spent the whole day with him in a human sort of way. I hadn't radiated back up to the 'higher consciousness' and it was the only time I could recall retaining that sort of characterization during one of my 'near death experiences.' I was told later it was for the sake of the conversation I would need to share with my Grandmother to help convince her that I had been in the company of the right spirit. His spirit had came to me as if he was human again - even though his spirit had been dead and gone from the world since 1957. My Grandmother had showed me photographs of him as well as recordings left behind. He had gotten into making his own recordings after being a DJ for awhile.
I called my Grandmother and thanked her which was a switch. This, of course, helped convince her that something had happened to change my mind because for two years - she wasn't allowed to even mention it to me without me throwing a fit and temper taproom. I passed on as much information as I could and told her I would tell her more the next time we met in person. (She lived 300 miles away at that time.)
When I came for a visit - she sat me down in the bedroom and had me tell her everything I could remember about him. For some reason - she was worried about some 'evil spirit' masquerading itself to me as him. I told her,
"I know what evil is on the other side. I don't know why grownups feel they can hide what those ugly monsters look like. You can't be fooled by them when you looking them in the eye face to face. This man had no evil in him what so ever. The last thing we did together was - go into the line. You CAN NOT cross that line if your up to evil in this world. If he was a masquerading clown trying to fool me into believing something - then he done went and fooled our maker because he got to cross the line with me. I thought he was going to slow me down but there on the other side - he knew as much about it as I did. "
My Grandmother got on the telephone and told me she had contacted his mother who was still living. My Grandmother wanted me to tell her everything. I had told my Grandmother to pass on the message he had given me for his Mom. I didn't like the idea of talking to a strange woman I had never met but the idea that she was his Momma eased my apprehension. The Mother started quizzing me about the same topic. How did I know it wasn't a deceiving spirit fooling my mind into thinking it was the spirit of her departed son. I asked the woman,
"Is you real to me because I can't see you. As far as I know - you could be fooling me into thinking your his Momma. As far as I know, you could be part of a joke and could be a man trying to disguise your voice. Are you real to me? Because in my mind, your Son was more real to me than you. I can see him as we talk. He is over in the corner trying to coach me on what to say to you. "
She asked me what he was saying to me and I passed on messages. At that young age - I was bothered by the '3rd degree' and it didn't make sense why I had to stand in between the two of them and pass on messages. I felt if he wanted to say something to her - it would end a lot of confusion and 3rd degree questions to talk to her himself. I told her,
"I am just passing on a favor to you. He asked me to do him a favor and ask no questions about it. I am going to be asking you for the same favor. Please don't be asking me no more questions making me feel like I a lair to you."
I was able to pass on messages that came straight form the heart and soul of her departed son. She kept 'gasping' and stating that no one in the world knew the things I was telling her - other than her departed Son. I would say,
"I keep telling you - that is who it telling me these things. I have no knowledge of it what so ever. You keep asking me how I know this and I keep telling you - because he is standing right her by my ear whispering them to me. He knows them. Not me. I am just a parrot repeating the words he is putting in my ear for the sake of your own heart and mind."
We had a long talk on the phone and then my Grandmother spoke to her in private while I went in the living room the room to wait for her. When she came out - she was acting intoxicated and danced a jig. This shocked me more than anything. I thought my Grandmother had lost her mind. Years later, I told an Uncle and an Aunt (two of her own children) that I had a memory of watching her dance once for me. They knew her better than anyone and they told me they would sooner believed that 'hell' had frozen over than believe in the idea of my 'straight laced' no nonsense Grandmother cutting the rug for any reason. Dance she did. She told me that she wanted to make an impression on my mind and that was the way she wanted me to do it. Both her and the Mother of the departed "Buddy" came to believe me 100%. They felt it was a testimonial to the afterlife and that we all would be reunited in the glories kingdom beyond. One of the last things "Buddy" had told me had to do with him seeing his Momma again when the time came for her to cross over. He made me pass on the promise that his spirit would be one of the first to greet when she crossed over to the other side.
This was not the first time I had passed on a message from a departed spirit from beyond and it wasn't the last. It was also not the last time my 'adopted Uncle in spirit' came calling on me for a visit in spirit. He would constantly show up from time to time up until the year of 1986.
My Dad heard the story from my Grandmother and he sat me down to talk about it. He told me that this 'new' Uncle of mine wasn't a normal thing and that I had to keep that sort of relationship hidden and secret. He was well known in my hometown community and around family members. Everyone knew of him. So - my Dad felt it would be too hard for others to believe that sort of relationship was possible. In the end, my Dad told me,
"All that matters is - you have two Mothers 100% convinced it is true and that it happened as you describe it happening. You done tackled the hardest skeptic and won her over. No one else knew him like his Momma knew him. Her opinion is the only one that matters. You go telling people your side of the story - they are going to shred your story apart with their doubts and cynical view of things. The scripture refers to this as hiding your pearls from the dogs. You got to look at other people as a dog who will sink his teeth into you and tear those pearl moments you got to share with someone from you and try to make you believe your insane for talking about it. So - do yourself a favor and keep it a secret to yourself."
It probably wouldn't have mattered as much if Buddy had been an unknown janitor or mechanic. I didn't know it at the time other than what he had done with me while I was with him. He had sang for me. I was told that he was famous for his singing voice the world over. I didn't realize that at the time. To me - he was just a 'favorite' secret Uncle I had whom I would visit during my near death experiences and who would show up in my dreams as well as in spirit from time to time.