Childhood NDE's: Special Delivery Letter
During the dark years from the age of 7 to 9 - there was a constant flood of meeting old and new relatives alike. My other Grandparents lived 500 miles away and they were coming for visits as much as possible and setting up family get togethers just in case the Doctors predictions proved to be true.
Everyone was calling me and trying to talk to me – and they
always sounded pitiful in that they thought it was the last time
they were going to talk to me alive. I knew from my ‘NDE’s’ that my
body was going to survive the medical condition and I was going to
live in this world a long time. My Grandparents didn’t know enough
to take me at my word and were taking the Doctors opinion over me.
So – I asked my Grandparents if I could write them a letter. I told
them the letter would come to them at a time when they were going to
get a phone call about a ‘major’ incident that had my parents beside
themselves with worry. I told them the letter would get to them
before the call and they would know to take my word over the
Doctor’s word and stop worrying themselves into an ‘early grave’
over it.
I told them,
“I am going to keep myself hidden because I am going to be naked. Trust me. People done seen me naked and it gives them a fright. Their eyes bug out and they go to screaming and hollering like they done seen Casper.” (I was only 8)
When I turned 18 – I had forgotten about the letter. My
Grandparents still had it in a photo album. They told me the story
they could remember of it.
My Grandmother said,
“I was sitting in my rocking chair in the living room. There
was still light outside shinning into the dining room. Out of the
corner of my eye – I swore I saw a paper floating in the air like it
was a feather. It landed on the dining room table as pretty as you
please. I mentioned it to your Grandpa and thought there was someone
in the kitchen who had tossed it through the air. It came from the
kitchen. You Grandpa got up and went into the kitchen though the
back way and walked all the way through. There was no way anyone
could have gotten out of that kitchen. When your Grandpa had
searched, he called me into the kitchen and we were both standing
with our backs to the back entrance both of us at the same time –
heard the same thing. We heard your voice telling us you had made
good on your promise and we had to keep our promise and not worry
about you when we got the phone call about your latest episode. We
walked to the table and looked at the piece of paper. It WAS a
letter from you written all neat with your signature at the bottom
and that days date at the top of it. It wasn’t a half hour later
that we got the call with your Momma crying like she had lost you.
Said you were out cold for a long time this latest episode and
leading her to think the Doctors were right that you were going to
be a goner before things got better for you. It was nothing short of
a miracle for us. We asked what time you had been knocked out and it
was during that time we got that airmail special delivery letter you
had been promising to send us. Me and your Grandpa knew that God was
looking after you one way or another after that special delivery
letter. We kept our promise after that and put it in the Lord’s
hands. We stopped worry about it and decided to take your word on
the matter and pay no mind to what them Doctors were telling the
family about buying you your burial plot.”
Now (all these years later) I can recall that day like it was
yesterday. My spirit departed my body like it had done many time
before. My spirit traveled across the State of Texas and Oklahoma in
a matter of few seconds and I was standing inside my Grandparents
house in Arkansas. (As a ghost of course.) I didn’t know where to
find any paper and had to go into the back bedroom to get it along
with a pencil. I saw my Grandparents sitting in the living room. I
had written the note in the back bedroom and the bedrooms were
connected in the back – to a back entrance to the kitchen and dining
room. I had deliberately tried to keep myself and the note hidden. I
had it in mind they would get the call and then I would be able to
tell them on the telephone to look for the note I had left. I wasn’t
expecting my Grandmother to see the note ‘flying through the air’ as
she said.
When my Grandpa came looking for a culprit – I was standing in the
middle of the kitchen and he looked right past me. I was watching
him look around opening up cabinets to see if he could find someone
and I was standing right there (in spirit.) I was laughing the whole
time. When I was a child and my Grandmother got me on the telephone
– she asked if I had said something to her. I told her,
“I couldn’t wait Grandma. Ya’ll done went and spoiled my
surprise for you by finding the note. You and Grandpa were bickering
at one another and I thought that bickering was going to keep you
busy until you got the phone call. I thought I would get to tell you
to look on the table for the note I left you and it would be a
surprise. Ya’ll went and spoiled my surprise – so I thought I would
give you another.”
My Grandmother said,
“You surprised me alright Grandson. You surprised both me and
your Grandpa. We both about jumped right out of our skin when we
heard you laughing like that. I can see now why that sort of thing
stuns a body and mind. It was so quick and me and your Grandpa was
left wondering if we hearing things or hearing you somehow.”
I told her,
“You stopped your bickering huh?”
It is strange how the human mind works because my Grandfather
eventually started ‘claiming’ that one of my cousins (who lived up
the road) had snuck in the house some how and delivered that note.
He would flatly deny that he believed it in a group setting with
other people around. I have no idea what happened to him. I figure
he told the story and got ridiculed enough to want to keep that sort
of testimony to himself.
Years later he spoke to me in private and admitted that he had seen
and heard things around me that led him to have an open mind about
the matter – but – he didn’t want the neighbors finding out about
his open mind – least they think the wrong thing about it.
He told me,
“Grandson – the only people who know the truth of that incident is me, you, your Grandma and God. God is keeping silent on the matter – so I am going to being following the good Lord’s lead and keeping silent on it myself. If you go talking about it and try to get your Grandpa to back you up on that one – you remember Grandpa is following the good Lord’s example and keeping silent about it. You’re going to find yourself standing alone in that conversation.”
It was around the age of 8 that I was being led to believe it was the wrong thing to talk about with others. There was a taboo nature about discussing the paranormal, supernatural or mystical spiritual elements involved in my near death experiences as a child.