Childhood NDE's: Silent Years
From the age of 10 to the age of 12 were the silent years. There was a motto that was sort of drummed into my head that children were to be seen and not heard. I was learning how 'not' to talk or give testimony of my experience. My Grandfather tried to instruct me on the use of parables. To me, it was like trying to say something without really saying it. It was a riddle within a riddle.
My Parents, grandparents and grandmother all told me the same thing. I was constantly talking about the 'invisible friends' during my early days of the NDE. My Dad, Mom and Grandparents told me things they couldn't have known unless they did have a vision come to them as they described.
Each of them came to me separately and told me their story of how they woke up in the middle of the night to find 'two transparent and shinning' people standing at the foot of their beds. They spoke with authority and instructed them to 'raise' me like a normal child and not give me in any special privileges due to the mystical experiences I was having and sharing with others.
So they felt they were given 'divine instructions' from a spiritual source. That was their primary motive in training me to keep silent about the testimony of my 'trips to the other side' during my 'death experiences.' They would tell me,
"Normal little boys don't talk about such matters. I am doing what I feel is right by you for the sake of the instructions I was given to follow."
My Mother went with a theory that Church and State would be after me if they found out what I was up to. She constantly had a fear that the Church would burn me at the stake or the State would lock me in a padded cell.
The mystical experienced continued during the silent years but it is hard for my adult mind to recall what took place because I wasn't allowed to talk about it. Verbal conversation was like a 'bread crumb' to me. I had to have verbal conversations in the future to look back on my past trail and journey thought childhood.
I had been adopted in spirit by an older man during this time. He was an actual man who was walking with two feet planted on the ground but in my eyes and mind - he was like an angel to me. My family was aware of this relationship and friendship. He was a famous man and busy in the world but he always found time to talk to me in a special way. He considered me his Godson by a spiritual adoption. Unlike the State authorities and the medical professionals in the past - he had no intention of taking me away from my family. Our friendship and relationship became 'top secret' and 'classified.' We made a game of it.
I had to tell my Dad everything we spoke about when we had private conversation. My Dad felt he was working in an effort to get me grounded in a physical reality as well. He was looked at as a great help to my family and myself during our crisis that the medical condition had caused.
From the age of nine to the age of 12, I considered him my best friend. Him and my 'adopted Uncle' in spirit had been friends while he was alive in the world.
When I turned 12, my adopted Godfather felt that I needed companionship with someone my own age. He spoke to me about something he called 'the life change.' He felt that it was better for two boys to go through that stage in life together.
When my adopted Godfather started retreating and withdrew his presence from my young life - I once again turned my focus on the mystical and spiritual. It flared up again and became the topic of conversations. My family had missed his presence and the peace of mind it had given them by shifting my focus.
I was given permission to follow the advice of my Godfather and find a friend whom I could confide in with the secrets I felt I carried hidden inside my own mind about the 'afterlife' trips I was constantly taking during the 'near-death experience' that were continuing to happen to me on a regular basis.
Even on the other side (in my NDE's) there was advise being given to me about finding a special friend to share my thoughts, mind and heart with.
When I was in the 6th grade - my family moved once again. The reason we had moved was because I had kept seeing 'spirits' roaming the farm house we occupied in the country. My family had moved out in the middle of nowhere to avoid nosey neighbors getting involved when they heard my screams.
It was one time my parents took me seriously about the sight of 'spirits.' They were not kind and good spirits. They had evil on their mind.