Childhood NDE's: Letter to Best Friend
When my family moved to the city from the farmhouse when I was in 6th grade - I transferred schools again. It was a normal routine. I was always the new kid. This time - there was a difference. I felt I knew a couple of my classmates from somewhere in the past. I couldn't never put my finger on it until we spoke - and then it came to the surface and startled us. This was when I met 'soulmate' #1 and soulmate #2. After a while - we knew without a doubt that a part of us within had shared a past life together.
The classmate who turned out to be soulmate #2 was sort of a rebel Romeo. He was what we called a 'scraper.' All my classmates were warning me to stay away from him and to keep as much distance as possible because he liked to get into fights. The rumor that I got was - that he had personal problems at home and was taking his anger and frustration out on fellow classmates by getting into fights. He was absent the first day I joined the class and everyone was breathing easy without him around. They said he was missing a lot of school and the classmates were generally happy when he didn't show up.
When he did show up the next day - there was a moment where we both stopped in our tracks and studied one another. I swore I knew him from somewhere.
The next week - my condition flared up in my chest prior to school an my Mom kept me home just to be on the safe side. I didn't like missing school and was unhappy about it. My Mom was still very overprotective of me and said she had to live day to day not knowing if she was going to see me the next day. She sent me to the store for her. I felt guilty walking around in a new neighborhood when I was supposed to be in school. She told me to send anyone who bothered me to her and she would set their mind straight on the matter.
As I turned a corner I saw my classmate working on an old Chevy truck in a front yard. I made sure to stay on the other side of the street. When I was parallel to him - we both looked at one another in the eye and I stopped in my tracks. There was an eternal moment that seemed to pass before he raised his hand to his head in a gesture of 'hello'. I waved back and walked to the store. When I walked back, I made sure to stay on the side of the street by his house. He was still working on the truck and called me over to him. I stopped in my tracks and the first words out of my mouth,
"That has never happened before. I just had two moments of deja vu. This is actually the third time this has happened to me. Why is it that every time I looked at you - I feel like I have lived that moment before and then my mind starts to thinking I know you from somewhere?"
He started laughing and hoped off the truth and put his hand out. He introduced himself and I told him I knew his name from school and figured he had asked around already and heard my name by then. He started laughing again and said,
"It isn't the same until you shake a man's hand directly and allow him to tell it for himself."
We shock hand and exchanged names and I told him,
"Why is it I feel like I have been waiting to shake your hand for the longest time - yet - I ain't never laid eyes on you until last week."
Rick when on to say,
"I wasn't going to mention it but now that you have - it hit me kind of funny too. I was wondering if we met before cause I got that same deja vu. It hit me when I looked up and saw you walking the other direction."
I looked at the truth and told him I thought he was kind of young to be driving. He told me that it had belonged to his Grandpa. He told me that his Grandpa had passed away and when he missed him, he would feel close to him again when he worked on the truck. It started making sense. One of the teachers had told me that he had lost someone close to him and was hurting for it. We chatted for awhile and I told him I had to get the grocery's home before my Mom came after me all worried that I had fallen into a gutter somewhere through a fit. Ric didn't understand what I meant by this and I just shook my head.
The next day - Ric marched right up to me - and classmates were scattering to get out of his way. He walked up to me smiling and nodded at me. He said something about 'good to see your feeling better today.' He was grinning from ear to ear. We chatted a little and he went to his desk. Some of the girls came running up to me asking what I had done to get him to smile. One of them said,
"I can't even remember the last time I saw him smile. I don't think I ever have to tell you the truth. What ever you do - keep getting him to smile. He looks so much nicer that way."
Everyone including the teachers noticed a change in Ric for the better after that day. I had started hanging out with 'soulmate #1' and spent most of my time with him. We had instantly recalled a past life together. Everyone noticed that Ric had taken a shine to me and he was constantly trying to get my attention away from the other friend. I had already prepped 'soulmate' #1 on my medical condition on a limited basis. I had arranged it with all my teachers and the school nurse that if I felt ill and had an attack coming - I would have to run to the nurses station ASAP. If I had another attack in the hallway again - it was possible that my family would be forced to move to avoid the Q and A that would follow.
One day I felt an attack coming on and jumped up out of my desk to run to the nurses station. I got to the door and feel to the ground in the hallway. I couldn't move. There was a stage in the progression that would knock the wind and energy out of me. I was less than a few minutes away from having an epileptic style fit in the middle of the hallway. I was trying to crawl to the class where my other classmate was. I had told him that if he saw me laying on the ground - that he was to get me to the nurses station even if he had to drag me. I heard the classroom door open and Ric came out to check on me. That was the protocol procedure I had established with the teachers. They were to wait a few minutes and then send someone to make sure I had fallen to the ground on the way. I couldn't talk or say a word. I was out of breath. Ric took his sleeves and wiped the tears out of my eyes and when he touched my cheek - the attack stopped right in it's tracks.
I had six years of the most horrifying torment imaginable. Everyone in the world tried to come up with some sort of remedy to help me rid myself of the pain. No one had ever stopped an attack with a touch on my cheek before other than 'angels from heaven. I grabbed his hands and looked at them. I couldn't believe he was flesh and bone. Then a memory hit me and all I could say was,
"It is you. I knew I knew you. I didn't recognize with that new face on. You had to me fooled. They told me to start expecting you. They told me I would know you when you gave me a touch and now I can see you. Do YOU know who your are to me. Are you just playing with my head or - have your forgotten me."
Ric thought I was delirious from all the tears I had shed. He told me that I wasn't making sense and that he had no idea what I was talking about. I just blurted it out without thinking about it.
"That was the old man who kept telling me things. It was your Grandpa. He told me I was going to run into you and that you was missing him and hurting from it. He wanted me to pass on a message to you."
Ric got me to my feet and made me wrap my arms around him to walk me to the nurses station. He told me to keep quite and save my strength until I got my medicine. There was no medicine. That was the story I told the teachers to ease their mind. Ric didn't want me to talk until I had calmed down and gotten over what ever it was I was trying to get over. I told him it was over.
We became each other's shadow after that. All I had to do was run to him and ask him to touch my chest and the attack's would stop. I didn't tell my parents or anyone else. I didn't trust anyone. To me, his hands were more valuable than all the gold and silver in the world. He had medicine in his hands that could cure me from the attacks in one seconds time.
Afterward, Ric was asking me to explain what I had said to him about knowing his Grandpa. He reminded me that his Grandpa was dead and had died before we had moved to town. I told Ric that I had to talk to my parents first and get permission. I told them I felt I needed a friend my age like my 'Godfather' had suggested and my parents agreed. I told Ric about my 'near death experiences.' He was the first person outside of my family and my Doctors that I had ever discussed it with. I told him,
"I die from time to time and when I do - I go where dead people go. Only difference - I come back. Some people believe it and some people don't. I find it best not to talk about it because there are more people who don't believe me than do believe me. Which are you?"
Ric looked at me as if I had lost my mind. I told him I had expected that. He was asking me how I expected him to believe that. He told me it took more than friendship to believe something like that. So, we devised a plan to help ease the doubts that were plaguing his mind. I told him,
"I can write you a letter. That seems to work with some people. Not everyone but - some."
He asked if he could talk to my parents to validate my heart condition. I sent him to my Dad and my Dad did the best to tell him that I had my ways about me that was very hard to figure out. I was standing there when my Dad said,
"He has a lot of people scratching their head trying to figure out the mysteries he can bring to a body and mind. I am not going to tell you one way or another. I feel you have to find your own way with it just as everyone has had to do in his family. I just ask you to keep it to yourself and limit your talk about it between friends."
So Ric and I discussed the issue when we were both 13 years old. We hatched a plan were I would send my spirit to his house to 'show itself' the next time I had a near death experience. Since I was going to be out of my body and in spirit - that meant that I would have access to the 'door' to the other side where spirits dwelled in the afterlife. (I didn't always go through that door. Depending on the depth of my NDE - would depend on whether or not I would take that trip to that realm or not. I had done it so much in the past - it was actually boring to me. I had another zone I would usually take a recess at.) I told Ric that if he gave the 'question' to the "Real Santa" then the question would be passed onto the spirit of his Grandpa. When I showed up in the spirit realm - I could volunteer to bring that message back to Ric in person.
Ric did attend Church services had his own idea about who and what God was. I never tried to force any wordage on a person about who or what our Creator was. My way of expressing it was 'who ever he thought created the 'breath' of who and what he was inside of himself and not outside of himself. Ric was aware of a scripture that highlighted this a proper spiritual channel. He couldn't give the question to me. He wouldn't even give the question to the spirit of his Grandpa. He had to give the question to God. I would be aware that a question was going to be asked but not what the question was. So I told Ric,
"When you get the answer your looking for - then you have to put it in your mind that the answer didn't come from me as much as it came from the hand of the one you consider the Master designer and creator of all life."
I would have my own prayer in on the matter. I would be looking to have a hand in another matter that would manifest itself though the situation. Since I had experience in the past - I knew how to put my prayer in the mix to make Ric and my prayer count as one.
So the idea was for me to get the 'answer' from the spirit realm and it was an answer that could only come from the heart and soul of his Grandpa. Since God had a play in all heart and souls - then God would have access to the answer just the same as his Grandpa.
So Ric was going to write down the question on a piece of paper and tape it up in a cigar box with duct tape and then hide it in an unknown location where ever he wanted to. On his property, school property, a park, woods, his Grandmother's house - or - where ever. I told him he could bury it in cement if he wanted to go through that much trouble with it. My spirit hand could pass through solid objects like it was a fog. he had to put a short pencil in with the box and piece of paper. When I had my next NDE - I would go to the spirit realm and ask God for the location of the cigar box. (Actually, we had spoken about a shoebox at first. Ric choose to put it in a cigar box without telling me. Part of the deal was to describe the box the note had been put into. Ric had tried to trip me up and switched it to a cigar box without telling me.)
I would get the answer to the private question and when I came back from the spirit world - I would write down the answer in the hidden and secured shoebox. Then I would find him and show myself to him and when he went to look for me afterwards and couldn't find me - he would know that he had seen my spiritual self rather than my physical self and would know to look into the box to find the answer along with my signature to prove that it was part my hand that delivered the message from our Creator for him.
The 'near death experience' happened late at night around bed time. It was dark outside and I took off on my usual rounds in the spirit realm and on the way back - I went to the location where I had been told (in spirit) that the cigar box had been hidden. It was buried behind a shed in the back yard. I reached in and found the note and picked up the pencil that was in the box and wrote out the answer and signed my name. He was on his way to bed and had gone to the bathroom. I waited for him to get back into his bedroom. He was about to crawl back into bed and I poked my head around the corner of his door. He had left the light on in the bathroom and I told him that. He turned around fast and quick and saw my face. he started asking me how I got into the house that late at night and asked who had let me in. I told him,
"Time to check the cigar box."
Then pulled back and lowered my vibrations down to disappear from his sight. He came running and was saying something about me tricking him so I could find where it was hidden. When he got to the door and I wasn't there - he got a wild eyed look on his face. He started asking if I was still there in a whisper. Then he took off running as fast as he could to check the front door. Then he ran to the back door and took off running to the back of the shed to check to see if it was still buried. He took off running inside the shed and got a small hand shovel to start digging it up. His Dad came out and asked him what he was doing. He was in a rush and sort of 'brushed' his Dad off in an effort to unearth the cigar box. He dug it up and I watched as he undid the tape and looked inside the box to find the answer and my signature. He started jumping up and down and tears of joy came to his eyes. I whispered,
"Merry Christmas."
Then I took off home.
The next morning I looked outside my door to see Ric peddling his bike as fast as he could. He slammed on his brakes and jumped off his bike and was running toward the door. He had the piece of paper in his hand and told me to describe the shoebox for him. I told him,
"It was trick. You put it in a cigar box you fool. You think I was going to fall for that."
Ric started jumping up and down and said he could hardly believe it. Then he pulled out a pencil and then asked me what was the answer I had written down. I told him the answer and then he shoved teh piece of paper and pencil at me and said,
"One more final test and I am going to be 100% convinced you actually DID meet my Grandpa the way you said you did. Sign your name and let me watch you do it."
Ric was overjoyed and excitement was spilling over as he jumped up and down and let out hoops and hollers. He asked me to describe what took place in the house when I showed myself. Then he looked at me sideways and asked,
"You didn't follow me into the bathroom did you?"
Then he looked at me with a very serious and somber look and asked,
"Did you get to talk to my Grandpa last night - or - just our maker?"
I told him I had a surprise for him because I did get to have a sit down visit with your Grandpa and he loaded me up with all sorts of things to pass on to you - other than the answer you was looking for on that note. You got yourself a bonus.
Some of the things I passed on where personal. One of the things I said to Ric was,
"He said to make him proud. He says he wants you to grow up and have a wonderful - so you and him will have something to talk about when your time comes to join him on the other side - and then it is going to be like old times for the two of you. He said he ain't trying to rush you - but he is looking forward to seeing you again as much as your looking forward to seeing him again."
Ric asked me if I was just saying that to make him feel better. I told him that after all that had been done and as much as he had come to know me - I wouldn't just say something to fool him about something that serious. To me, I was just a messenger and I brought back the message after it had gone through the proper channels. We had directed our prayers to God - so - this was how God felt best to answer those prayers.
Ric commented how no one was going to believe him and how hard it was going to be to talk about it without proof that had come to him. He said something about repeating it in a way to prove it to other minds so we could talk about it. I told him,
"Do you think people are going to respond to a message from your Grandpa like you did. It was meant for your heart and your heart alone. If other people need to talk to God - God is all ears. If someone needs help in asking - then God will send someone like me into their lives - just like I came into your life. You was asking God for help long before you met me - weren't you? When it comes time for God to express God to people - doors will open up for people to make that happen. I have learned - that I ain't the only person passing on messages like this. I am just one of many workers when it comes to such matters. It was meant to be between us - or - it wouldn't be. This is part of it. We can jump up and become the director of a show just because we want to. God is the director. If someone needs directions on how to make things like this happen for them - they got to turn to the director for directions."
This experience opened the door for me to talk about my spiritual experiences outside my family and with a mind who had an understanding of how hard it was to talk in normal conversations about some of the experiences I had been through in the past.