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Talking to Dead People......

Mama2HRB said:
I would caution you, however, that google and other search engines can pick up your post. I did a quick search and it didn't come up anywhere near the top
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Trust me, I have already tested the waters on this. I have a page that is in the top 10 when it comes to the name - I don't' say a thing. I just use an expert from a book that illustrates how coy the band members are about it. Without an official press release from the 'band' itself - no one is going to know enough to take it all that serious coming from the Internet.


I sort of go by the 'predictions' given to me by spirit in the past. 75% of them have come true - so - I don't have any doubt about the remaining 25% that are yet to be fulfilled. According to a spiritual prediction given to me in 1994 ... I am supposed to have a meeting with the widow of the friend who passed away in 1994. According that prediction - everything is set in place for her to honor the verbal contract I shared with my Seattle musician friend before he passed away. I am the silent partner the world hasn't even had a hint of existing. After her approval and honoring the verbal contract - all the others are supposed to stacked up like dominoes. The reason I could't come forward in the 90's - was because I was on assignment working in an 'undercover' operation pertaining to 'vital information' concerning the assassination of a former President.


For myself - everything was tied into 'reincarnation' and any fame I was working toward was (I felt) to have the opportunity to open up minds to the possibility and probability of reincarnation being a 'spiritual fact of life.' At that time (1986-1994) I didn't like the idea of 'hiding between the lines' and keeping it a taboo subject. (Only because I wanted to find like minded people.)


Now, all these years later, I sort of see the sense in hiding it between the lines. So, currently - that is the struggle and debate going on internally with myself.


Anyway, I know this is a public forum - but the messages I post in the moment are current to my own development - but I know that each past can be edited - and there is a button for deletion.


In the near future (after I sign the release for the tape) I feel my biggest obstacle to hurdle is the 'belief system' of many minds concerning the truth about the Kennedy assassination. (A more down to earth topic - and one that many minds have a passionate belief in.) In the past, the spirits told me this was a metaphorical challenge to prepare me for the 'spiritual belief's of many people being led astray by false beliefs. I don't honestly know how I am going to deal with the subject of 'talking to the dead' or 'reincarnation' until after I tackle the challenge ahead of me relating to my years of 'silence' and 'work' devoted to the truth about the assassination.


So yeah, I might be sweeping some of my post under the carpet in the future. For now, I am just testing the waters some.


Sincerely,


DKing
 
Mama2HRB said:
I am glad that in life and in death he had you as a friend, one who did not care at all about his fame or fortune and only saw him as a person. That is a rare thing for celebrities.
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I am recalling the first time I saw the 'famous' friend on TV. It was around 1969. It was some time after I had met in person. (In person to me in anyway.) At the age of 9 - I had no idea what fame was. When I saw his image on the TV screen - I ran up to the TV and started talking to him. I didn't know that people on a screen couldn't hear your voice. I thought people on a TV were 'pretending' not to hear you - sort of like putting a show on while on stage and having people sit silently in the audience. It would have been no different to me - if my parents had brought me to a Broadway show - and I was surprised by seeing a friend on stage.


I later saw him in person and told him,


"I didn't know you was on TV. I wished you would have told me I could expect something like that coming from you."


He asked me if I had enjoyed the show he was on the performance. I told him,


"I didn't like it what so ever."


He knew what show I was talking about and the performance that day. He was trying to get me to tell him what I thought was wrong with it. I told him,


"It made you a stranger to me. I was talking my fool head off to you like I always do - and you ignored me. That hurt my feelings thinking you would ever ignore me like that for any reason. I couldn't wrap my mind around the idea you couldn't hear me. It was hard on my mind to see you acting like a stranger like you did. I had no idea who that man was I saw on TV, but I came to the conclusion it wasn't you. It was no man I knew. I didn't like looking and thinking of you that way. I don't ever want to see you on TV again if that is what it is going me feel. Like you is a total stranger to me."


In our discussion that day, he expressed how other people got the opposite reaction from seeing his performance. He said people were constantly coming up to him in person and going on like they were best friends - and the whole time - they were nothing but strangers to him and his mind.


He called it his 'celluloid' image and something like an 'evil twin' to him. I had no idea what 'celluloid' meant and tried to explain it with 8mm film's that I was familiar with. He said that just as an image got 'burned' onto the film - the film had a way of 'burning' an image on the minds of those in an audience. He said that as a professional entertainer - he loved it, but as a person after the show, he said it had a blacklash to it. He had told me to call him by his nickname not his stage name. He had a name his fan's called him and only his friend knew to call him by his nickname.


"If I hear someone screaming and shouting out that stage name, I know enough to know it ain't me they are screaming about, but my celluloid twin. I try and not let it go to my head that way"


That is when the idea was planted to come up with my own nickname for him.


"What kind of nickname you got in mind for me?"


I told him I was going to think on it long and hard and come up with something.


"That way, if I am ever at a show of yours and you hear that nickname being called out from the audience - you will know who is doing the shouting. You will know enough to know that ain't no fan of yours calling out for your celluloid twin. That is a friend calling out to you. I never want to feel hurt like I did when I felt you ignored me."


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Over the years to come, it was a topic he brought up often. The trappings of fame and how he felt he was imprisoned by it. From his point of view, he felt his fame brought out the worst in people. He constantly spoke about how hard it was to see that in people. He said it was a constant struggle for him to 'see' the good in it and follow through with that side of it.


When I turned 13, he said that he wanted to put some distance between us. He felt a growing boy needed a best friend his own age. I had always referred to him as my best friend. The last visit he had paid me was a surprise visit. I was not expecting him. He called me from behind a fence. I ran over to him and he showed me his 'new outfit.' He was shining like an angel. He wouldn't allow me to introduce him to my 'new best friend.' Someone my own age. After the conversation was done, my new best friend asked, "Who was you talking to dressed like that." He said that he had gotten a glimpse of him flashing and shinning wearing those rhinestones. I told him,


"He says he has a show coming up and don't want me to miss it. He says he wanted me to see his new costume in person before the rest of the world."


I told him it was a secret and I wasn't supposed to let on about it - to keep it out of the press. My young friend it wasn't right for us to be best friends and keep secrets from one another as much as we were meant to keep secrets together. When I finally let on to my friend who he had just missed getting to shake the hand of and meeting in person - he standing screaming and yelping like a hysterical fan. He went running in that direction to try and see if he could see his car driving away with him.


"If I can't see him, at least I can say I saw a car he was sitting in."


It wasn't a week later, that everyone in town had a story about seeing the car he was sitting in 'driving' around town. years later (1980) the government agents wanted to know if there were any witnessed they could interview that had seen us together. I told him,


"I got a whole dang town you can talk to. They will swear up and down they saw him drive by sitting in the back seat of car - if that is what your after. I wasn't but a few blocks away so you add that up any way you want to."


I had moved away from that town - but knew people were still talking about that. Of course when I went back there after 1980, everyone was asking why the suits came wearing badges writing down their testimony in notepads. They all got a thrill out of it and I didn't have the heart to take that away from them by telling them the truth. I never let on one way or another about whether or not they had spotted the right car. (Hint, my house was directly behind a small airport. I kept trying to tell people he 'flew' to see me and there was no car involved in his get away.)


I got to see all the hoopla created by the mere mention of his stage name and the hysteria that spread though my community in very short time. (I went to the 20 year reunion for that school in 1998 - and people from my class were still swearing up and down they saw that famous man drive by them that day.) I made my best friend to swear and oath of secrecy about me and - to never tell anyone what he knew of that visit that day.


I didn't get to talk to him again directly until 1976 and we didn't have that much time to say the things we needed to saw. He knew (in his heart) his end was near. He was hinting at it left and right and I had refused to listen to him.


It was only after his passing and his spirit started showing up again that I brought that story up to him.


"Man, the way you showed up that day got everyone talking. It has me half believing you put on some type of show for them people. Some are even claiming they got your autograph and they lost it."


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It was only then that he and got to laughing about it. I told him,


"Man, if there is anyway you can get yourself over there and give them kids some sort of thrill to remember you by, cause I know they are in for a rude awakening when they pass over and look back and see they they done let their imagination get carried away with them. I never had the heart to tell any of them the truth, not that I didn't try. I just let them run with it."


It was when I was at the HS reunion in 1998 that one of my former classmates took me off and told me his story. It was odd to me, because not that many people remembered me from those grades. He told me,


"I don't know why I feel it is important to tell you this but I feel I am meant to share this story with you. Maybe you can explain why because I can't."


He went on to tell me a time he could remember when that rumor was going around town and how he too felt he had seen a stranger car driving through the neighborhood like it was looking for someone. I was familiar with the story and acknowledge I had a memory when that story was being passed around like wildfire. He then went on to tell me,


"I really didn't know if I had seen him or not but it felt like the thing to do at the time. Shortly after he passed away - I had a dream about him. In my mind, it was like I woke up in the middle of the night to find him standing at the end of my bed. He told me he had heard that I had a story of him to tell and how he had passed by in a car and waved at me on the street one day. He said if that was the case, he was sorry he didn't have the time to stop and sign autographs and shake hands with me. He said he was there in spirit to make up for the lose I felt it was not to be able to shake his hand and get a good look at him in the flesh. He said I could keep this to myself or share it with others. That was up to me to decide, but he told me that if I ever ran into your again - I had to swear a promise to him in that dream - that I would share this story with you. The question I have had sense I had that vision is why. He told me it was thanks to you that I got that visit from him in the middle of the night. Can you explain why I should be telling you thanks for that."


I just started shaking my head and laughing. I had forgotten that request I gave his spirit in 1978. He didn't tell me when it was so I asked him,


"Did you have that dream come to you around graduation?"


My former classmate was full of questions and I told him,


"All you need to know is - he is a good man. Very good man. That was a decent thing for him to do. If what I know is right, you ain't alone with that dream. I have a feeling there are many people around who had that same dream come to them, to keep them from their disappoint me later on."


I asked my classmate,


"If you had a choice of which memory you could keep for eternity ...which would it be. That drive by sighting of him, or that dream and vision that came to you in the night of him?"


The classmate said the vision was far more real than that drive by sighting had been.


"Tell you the truth, I never really believed I saw him that day. Everyone was bragging about it and I just thought, well, it could have been him. There was no way I was going to bet my bottom dollar on it, but didn't stop me from bragging about ti keep up with the rest of the crowd. I had no doubt in my mind when I was dealing with him in the dream - he was really real and really there. Strange, I bragged about something for years and I feel I had no right to it what so ever. Yet, when the real deal came - I have never once felt a need to brag on it. I felt I would just keep it personal and to myself hoping I would run into you one day to tell me what you knew of it."


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"What I know of it is simple. That vision you had in the middle of the night....that was real. That drive by sighting of him....not so real. When he found out about it - he was kind enough to give you something that was real and something you can carry in your heart though out eternity. Just send him a thank you note in your prayers. God has his forwarding address and will make sure he get's the message."


As I write this, it the first time I have ever tied all the pieces together.


Five minutes after I had that conversation with my former classmate in 1998 - I swept it under the rug and never gave it another thought. I wouldn't allow myself to think about it. I was so used to the 'secrecy' involved.


I do recall my former classmate pondering the thought of having his spirit roaming the world trying to get in a vision (or sighting) of him to replace the missed opportunities. He even mentioned all the tabloid stories.


"It made me think there might be some truth to those stories. Where there is smoke there is a fire sort of thing. It made me pause and think and I wasn't about to ridicule anyone for that sort of thing. I saw how others were being ridiculed for it and I wasn't about to let something as this sacred be made fun of."


I felt this one classmate was symbolic of others that may have been touched by his spirit after his passing. I didn't have time to run around and collect all their stories - but felt that famous friend had made good on his promise and had visited ever one of them. (His spirit had only promised me to look into it and see what he could do to help with that.)


That is the kind of man he was - and the kind of friend he is to me.


I feel his spirit enjoyed his celebrity and fame more after his passing than while he was alive. I think it was easier for him to see the 'good' of it when he was on the other side.


Sincerely,


DKing
 
As I follow your stories about your famous friend I can't help but think of how much a blessing that friendship was to the both of you. At the same time what stood out to me was that the mere mention of him riding in a car had government people asking questions. That is just crappy.


Unless, of course, I misread and it was actually tabloid reporters. Still crappy but much easier to digest.


I think sometimes spirits give messages to others so that we absolutely know it is real. Dad talks to us all the time but not so long ago he gave someone a dream about my future that really makes me realize how strong that bond of love is, and the great lengths a soul will go to so that you know they love you and are watching over you.


Kudos to your friend and when I say my prayers tonight I am going to thank him for all that he did for you and for allowing you to share those experiences here. I have thoroughly enjoyed each one.
 
Mama2HRB said:
At the same time what stood out to me was that the mere mention of him riding in a car had government people asking questions. That is just crappy.
Unless, of course, I misread and it was actually tabloid reporters. Still crappy but much easier to digest.
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No.... I think you may have got it wrong. It was sort of like a 'top secret' or 'classified' thing. The government just wanted to know if I was any good at keeping secrets. The whole thing came about when I was investigated for the double homicide of my girlfriend. There were politician minds who were out to corrupt the system and I got in league with a group of government minds to help me combat his efforts to frame. I told them that my 'best friend' was gone from the world - but I might be able to talk him into making an 'appearance' on my behalf to 'vague' for my character since he had a big hand in raising me up. His spirit was standing right there before my eyes, but I knew those suits were deaf, dumb and blind to him.


After my amnesia - the first question out of my family's mouth was - do you remember your 'best friend.' I was sort of shocked by that revelation with my amnesia in place. So, I had a friend with the newspaper and put the story to him to check on. I just told him I had a source. I didn't tell him who the source was. At that time, my 'friends' Daddy was alive. I asked the editor if he had sources that could get a message to his Daddy and asked about an inheritance left in the form of a title.


The editor came back and confirmed it. I was told that any time my 'so called source' wanted to hold a news conference about that inherited title - he would be in attendance to confirm it. Of course, that editor was jumping up and down offering me a pot of gold to reveal my source and to hold that news conference. So, I had made the right inquiries into the the confirmation part. I was told that if anything happened to his Daddy - there was a member of the family in line to attend that news conference of my choosing and confirm that title was a part of his verbal last will and testament.


The 'allies' I worked with in the government were trying to think ahead for me. I wouldn't hold that news conference in 1978 or 1980. By that time, my famous friends Daddy had passed away and I didn't have the name of the family member who was supposed to vogue for me. I thought I would 'use' the government to find out that information for me. That is how they got involved. I told them that if my 'information' was correct - that news conference was way down the road from 1980.


As far as my mind was concerned, I just put them tax dollars to work for me and sent them out to collect what ever information they felt needed to collaborate my claim. The only reason I told the government boys my secret was - because they were sworn to 'secrecy' and assured me they would guard it with their lives.


The government minds (or my allies at the time) felt I had missed out on an opportunity. People knew to trust his Daddy at his word, but the government felt that more time passed - the more people would grow skeptical of my claim - if another living relative came forward. Some might view it as a some kind of publicity stunt.


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The government didn't act upon their own. They did so with my consent and approval. I only gave it because the 'spirit of my friend' was standing right there next to me - saying it was the best thing to do. I told them 'government boys' that as far as the 'rumors' were concerned - that is all it was. There was no truth to it. This didn't matter to them in the 'fact finding' mission. They had confirmed it from other sources - including the editor - the journalist the editor had contact, as well as the person next in line of succession who was supposed to represent the family of my 'deceased friend.' The government minds were not interested in the rumor itself and either verifying or denouncing it. They wanted to know if my name came up in any of those rumors. It never did. I had been quick on my feet and covered my tracks. It was a character study. They wanted to know if I was worthy of a 'security clearance' relating to other matters.


Them boys were just doing their job and asking the right questions for the right reasons. I had already asked the spirit of my 'friend' to do what he could to make it right in those 'kids' mind. I told him after the 'government' got involved - that he would really have to put the effort to do something - because them boys asking questions like that was just going to be adding fuel to the fire and fan those rumors all over again. The names where being collected in case there ever was a future interest in news story - and those people could collect in on their 15 minutes of fame.


Did he fly into town that day? Yep.


Was he in that neighborhood that day? Yep


Did he speak to you in private that day? Yep.


What did he speak to you about? None of your god-darn business.


Did he arrive and leave in a car? What kind of car was it? I never saw no car myself. Other people said they saw him in a car that day. I can't speak for them on that


What was he wearing that day? A costume that I had never seen before - and one that no one would have associated him from any of his shows prior to that. I imagine anyone who saw him would have thought the circus done came to town and he was some sort of lion tamer or showman with a cape and all."


I don't think the rest of the world came to associate him with that costume until April of 1973. (There is a personal story behind that.)


Them government boys was a curious sort themselves - and they had my 'famous friends' approval - in spirit.


Sincerely,


DKing
 
If you look at the story just right - you can see how the 'element of secrecy was involved. Did the public have a right to know anything about me, my life, my medical condition and how this man befriended me? There was a need for secrecy at that time. The whole point of my introduction to the government (who also gathered up copies of my medical files - as well as testimony relating to my near-death experiences) was about information I came back from one of my near-death with vital information from a former President. Did they take that claim seriously? Yes they did. And they investigated every angle of it. With my proper consent. (I had to sign release forms about everything. It was all legal and I had counsel to advise me on it.)


It was tied into a metaphorical understanding how secrecy fanned the fires of rumors of the assassination of a President. The government 'classified' some of the information for the interest of a greater good - and some minds got paranoid about the 'need for secrecy.' The reason I was told (in spirit) as well as by some of the minds of leadership within the government that the autopsy had been classified as 'top secret' was very simple. The family didn't want photographs of their loved one circulating around in the press. The leadership at that time felt he was an extended part of America's family as well - and it wasn't information that was necessary to close the case and it's findings and help the nation heal after such a tragic event. They felt making the autopsy public wouldn't have helped the Family or the nation to heal from the wounds inflicted upon our Nation's psyche at that time.


At the time, I was being 'groomed' to be a secret type agent. The time for secrecy has came to pass and now....I feel it is gearing up to talk for the sake of a greater good.


Sincerely,


DKing
 
I am recalling the 'best friend' who was sitting with me that day on the curb. He was number 4 on my 'soul mate' list. The one who didn't want to 'know' and just chose to believe instead. I moved away in 1974 but we had established the 'out of body' thing together. We were both busy going in our own directions, yet from time to time - I would wake up in the middle of the night to find his spirit standing at the end of my bed.... and if I had something important to share with him... he would wake up to find my spirit standing at the end of his bed.


After the 1978 mental block of amnesia - he was one of the only childhood friends who had permission to 'disturb' me with an out of body visit during that stage. We last saw one another face to face in 1975 - and there was a reason why we chose not to have 'face to face' encounters after that. (It had to do with a promise that was scared to his mind. I couldn't remember it after 1978.)


He woke me up one night all excited about the 'visit' he had from the 'G-men' asking questions. He was shocked about it. He hadn't been expecting it.


"The only one who could have told them they things that knew about that day would be you. No one else knows what I said to you that day. Why were they here knocking on my door asking me questions about that?"


This particular young friend was the only person in the world I had shared intimate details about the 'secret mission' I was being charged with from my 'famous friend.' I just told him that the King was placing me in charge of a 'secret mission' for the soul of rock and roll. My young friend had sworn he would die before he gave away any of the secrets. So, I told them government boys - they would have a hard time getting the facts out of him and they had to go easy on them. I told them what questions they could ask and what questions to stay away from. I told them if the best they could do was give him a 'wink' and a nod and assure them they were working in service to the King himself.


For what ever reason, they had came to him with the understanding they would come back for a follow up interview. That is when his spirit showed up asking me what to do or say. I told him,


"Just tell them the truth the best way you know how. Stick to the facts and you will do fine."


He asked why they were coming back for a second time. He felt he could say what he needed to say in one sitting. I told him,


"I told them to come to you twice. I told them I knew you well enough to know - you would find your way to me and get me to fill you on what was going on - just like we did when we were kids together. They want to test that. They got me under surveillance right now to make sure I don't have any sort of physical contact with you. They are going to ask you if you have contacted me or if I have contacted you in a normal physical way. Just 'wink' and 'nod' at them and tell them, not in a physical way. You will be telling the truth. They are looking for you to give them a password. A coded message. They want to see if that sort of thing is possible between two agents in the field. Communication without a field telephone at hand. The government is looking into that as a possible defense in the defense of our country during war time and peace time. So, this part is important."


The minute he was contacted by the government - to the next interview that had with him - I had consented to be under 24 hour surveillance.


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As a child, he had expressed a desire to be a part of that 'secret' mission my 'famous friend' was charging me with. He had always carried a 'grudge' against me for not allowing him to meet face to face and shake his hand in person. I told him,


"This is my small way of trying to make up for that. You said it would be exciting to have a hand in it. Well, here you go. Do your thing or - everything could fall apart."


My family didn't know to take me seriously when I was a child. Some of my friends didn't know to take me seriously when I was growing up and as a young adult.


The government? They knew enough to take me seriously enough to test me in many different ways. I think they knew a good thing when they saw it and wasn't going to let it pass them by without conducting their own research while they had access to me.


I granted them access until 1985 - and then - they were to allow me to 'slumber' in peace and not wake me up until I felt I was ready to talk on my own.


For all these memories to be pouring back into me like this - there has to be a reason.


From 1980 to 1983 I had access to five different spirits who worked on my behalf. I was put into 'mock' situation after 'mock' situation to simulate various hostile actions by 'enemy' agents. I beat them at there game every time. It was sort of a game of tag. I had 'five spirits' watching my back. If a so-called 'enemy agent' came with a 10 miles of me - I knew it a week before they arrived. I would be at the airport when their plane arrived - giving them the evil eye then winking and nodding at them to let them know they had been tagged. It was exciting stuff back then. I forgot how many times I was 'marked' for assassination. Sort of like 'paint gun' simulations. They had to take me by surprise and get close enough to me to mark me 'tagged. No one ever did and everyone who was a 'non-believer' in spiritual or 'psychic' communications - changed their tune after awhile. I could write a book about the 'war games' I played that would make Jason Bourne look like Pinocchio. Them so called 'assassins' would never see me coming.


I had told the government about my past life as an 'undercover' warrior for an ancient government. I told them, the more things change, the more they stay the same. I told them in the past, I was the elite of the elite and what skills my soul had then, I still had access to if I tuned my mind back into that sort of game play. I told them I didn't mind putting on a show for them - if it was going help the minds of leadership to come to terms with the idea of reincarnation as a fact of life.


I think I was triggered to recall my friends reaction the 'G-men' when they came calling. He wasn't offended, nor did he feel his privacy was being violated any. It was all a part and parcel of things I had spoken to him about in our childhood. For the other kids involved that had passed on the rumor of his sighting - I think it gave them all a thrill and somehow made it seem more real than what it actually was.


So overall, the government asking questions in 1980 - was a good thing.


Sincerely,


DKing
 
I am fascinated. I do agree, it was in the best interests of the country to not show the autopsy photos. The country loved him, they were all deep in mourning and those photos would have just burned that image into their minds.


My parents never voted again after the assassination and they told me that was why. It affected that whole generation down to the core of their being.


I am sure you are all too aware at how different people are today, we are all desensitized to death photos, everything that happens now is right out in the open. Back then so much was hidden. I can remember how shocked I was to hear the word "pregnant" on TV.


I picture your famous friend sitting not far from you watching you as you type, his foot crossed over his knee and grinning at you, so proud of what you are sharing.


I hope he comes back to visit you. You deserve some happiness like that. {{Hugs}}
 
My question would be why didn't they draft you into service? How could they know someone is out there with such capabilities and not use them?


As for souls watching out for you, it is amazing. I have that as well but on a smaller scale, of course. I love it.


I had it happen the other day, the overwhelming urge to buy a $10 lottery ticket. That is really expensive for me but the urging can be quite intense when it is meant to be so I bought it.


I won $20. I quickly got the message, "Now go put gas in your mother's car."


I did, of course, put the $20 in gas in. I learned long ago to just do as I am told. LOL
 
Mama2HRB said:
My question would be why didn't they draft you into service? How could they know someone is out there with such capabilities and not use them?
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In 1980, it was illegal for me to serve in the military - or any branch of the service. I was right up front with it. The politician who had a hand in trying to 'frame' me had ulterior motives about him. When I called my Grandpa (elder) and asked for his advise, the told me to high tail to this politicians enemies -which in our American political system is either one or the other. Since my Grandpa had voted for that party his whole life - he was happy I was being pushed toward the right sort of minds to ask for help. My Grandpa said,


"Well you got them ears to you like you do - why them a question on behalf of your family. Don't tell them it is coming from you. Tell them it is coming from your Grandpa and the head of this families household. They are more apt to listen to it that way. If they got any questions about it, they is more than welcome to call me up directly on the telephone."


My family had came to terms there was no changing my mind about the 'understanding' I had - that my heart belonged to and was promised (in spirit) to someone of the same gender. Since the age of 14, my parents, grandparents and family members had been planning a private family ceremony for when I met this particular 'funny valentine' and brought him home for the family to adopt into. The question I was to put to the government minds was - 'why couldn't my family have a legal piece of paper issued to recognize the family ceremony that bonded me in their eyes to the soul mate they felt God had intended for me."


This is what got everyone's attention and they went to work on trying to sort out the details and history of my life. It was no secret in the neighborhoods and schools I grew up in. When it came to fighting and settling scores -- I was the meanest kid on the block and not one to tread light if they were looking to fight me about 'my way.' In one school, they wanted to know if my classmates witnessed me make 5 bullies knell down before me in one day - and say Uncle. Everyone would tell them I had a way of 'putting the fear of God' in a bullies heart, fast, quick and swift. I told them at one point,


"I heard you boys went and made a mess over there in Vietnam. I can tell you what that problem was that led to that embarrassment. You wouldn't let me and my kind get in on that fight. If you had let me and few of my friends get in on that fight, we would had them boys running for high ground, never looking back. We would had that mess cleaned up for you in a matter of a few days."


I got a call from a Peanut Farmer shortly afterwards. He had read the report of 'eyewitness' details about some of the things I had pulled as a teenager. He wanted to know my side of the story and I had him slapping his knee laughing about how I had put some boys to shame.


"I made them think twice before trying to pick on anyone like me or my kind again. I didn't mind them thinking I was a sissy. Just made it that much quicker to get them on their knees screaming uncle. I liked it when they thought of me as a weakling. That was to my advantage to hurry up and give them what they wasn't expecting from a weakling. Did you get a chance to talk to some of those fellows who had to walk around the school with a double shiner on their face - having to tell everyone who was that gave them that shiner. If a boy ain't got no sense in his head to begin with, I sure don't mind being the one to knock some sense into it for him. I am a lover and a fighter. Don't matter to me which side them boys approach me from. I love a good fight as much as I do the loving part. I'd tell those around me I was a better lover than I was a fighter. If they thought I had a good fight in me - they was missing on the better half of me. "


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My Coach once told me, "Tell your Daddy I was here witnessing your turning and you put on the best show I have ever seen when it comes to that sort of thing on a Junior High level. Them boys wasn't coming at you because you was the weakling in the bunch. They was after you like they was because you was a Thoroughbred. Your Daddy will have an understanding of what that means."


When it came to my 'near-death testimony' about such matters of the heart - when it came to love shared by two souls, the government took me very seriously. They made a pledge and promise to me (in God's name) there political party wouldn't stop until the laws of this land had been changed to include the right for people like me to serve their country just like everyone else.


I did get drafted into a type of 'unofficial service' and it was labeled as 'classified.' If it blew up in the wrong way - then they had the option of 'plausible deniability.' If the laws were changed (after 1980) and in the future - I would have the option of getting the government to recognize my unofficial service in an official capacity and my title and position would be retroactive back to 1980. I had to prove myself first. There are some lyrics out of Seattle that reflect a conversation I shared with my musician friend. "I like it - I'm not gonna crack. I killed you - I'm not gonna crack" He took my conversation about certain things and turned the whole thing into a song. I told him the opposing party was out to 'crack me open like an egg and scramble me for breakfast." They were out to see me fail. I was trying to explain to him why I had to keep myself out of the press and stay hidden away for awhile. I told him after the laws were changed i would come out and tell my story. There were too many loopholes opened up back in 1986 - and my enemies would crack me open like an egg and everything I had been working since my teen days would be lost.


At one point, my Seattle friend told me the lyrics. He wouldn't sing them for me. When I heard that line, "I killed you, - I am not going to crack" - I asked him why he included that. It was a reference to the story I have told her on the board before. About the meeting I had in 1978 with an old enemy from a past life who had died in battle at my hands. The one where I was at the block party at the end of summer - for High School seniors who had graduated that year. The one who walked up to me and said, "I know you. You killed me." What the rest of the world didn't know and what the government didn't know - that boy knew. He knew like all the bullies on my block. He told me,


"If we ever get called into war - I feel my prayers have been answered if you and I are to end up fighting on the same side, because I never want to find myself in any life - coming against you and find myself on the wrong side of the fight like I did in that last life."


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So, from a military perspective - the government was fascinated by it. (It seems there is a memory of them asking if I could get his name and location so they could interview him and get his side of the story. I don't recall exactly what I told them, but it seems I may have used the 'astral plane' to get that information for them.) At one point, I was told the government had a moral obligation and duty to the Veterans of this country and if issues arose in a future life - they felt there were agencies at work in research who would find that sort of data helpful in their research and study. The big issue being address in 1980 was what was referred to as 'Battle Fatigue.' I think that is now called PTSD. Was that being carried over into future generations? Was the agencies involved trying to sweep something under the carpet only to have it come back in a different form in the minds of young children? I was given a long 'shopping list' of questions I was trying to find the answers to during a five year period.


So yeah, I wasn't drafted in the regular sense of the world - but if anyone was to look back on my history - they would know I did my gig and put in my time for the government. The question JFK asked came back to haunt me in 1980. Ask not what your country can do for you. Ask what you can do for your country. Trust me, they made good use of me while they had me for that five year period.


Sincerely,


DKing
 
Mama2HRB said:
Quite interesting. That means you are eligible for military benefits then, too, correct? :) Just kidding
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This was something that was discussed during one of the meetings back in 1980. My friendly 'foe' or politician opposition was trying to give me a 'pay-off', so I wasn't too turned on by the idea being motivated by 'financial gain.' I tried to block that discussion out of my mind because I didn't want to be motivated by 'money' in any way. I recall their were stipulations to that offer. One of them being, I couldn't have joined up with the Russians, Iranians, or any foreign government opposed to America's vital interests. Of course, I don't have to worry about that. I can't remember all the others, so - it was not a guarantee in my mind - which was fine by me because I didn't want to motivated by any sort of 'retirement plan.'


Sincerely,


DKing
 
Looking back on the missing pieces as it related to 'reincarnation' recall and the debates I got into with my family during this time - this 'silent and secret' friendship had a direct impact on my 'determination' to speak about the 'past life' issues.


My friendship started in 3rd grade around the age of 8. After I turned 18, my Dad gave me an oral history of the 'metaphysical' oddities that had followed in the aftermath of my medical crisis. He said that him and my Mom worked hard to 'make it go away' referring to the 'idea' of reincarnation that had been planted in my head around the age of 3 or 4. My Dad used a meteorite to express the velocity and impact it had on the family at the time. He said the first was 'minor' compared to the impact that came when I was in 3rd grade. He said it had 'increased' in size and had knocked them 'off their feet' trying to cope with the aftermath.


When the 'introduction' in spirit came - I didn't know what was going on myself and was looking to my parents for answers. The more they ignored it - the more I wanted their help and support in understanding what was happening and why.


It must have been through one of my 'near-death's' or - through a form of past life meditation that I came up with the 'understanding' that bond that existed between this famous man and myself - wasn't so much from anything to do with this life. I had everything to do with a past life.


My famous friend stated that 'whether in the body or out of a body' he didn't feel right carrying on a relationship or friendship with a minor without parental consent. That is why the meteorite struck. I first tried to tackle the problem by getting them to understand what I had been given to know. The friendship was being offered was due to a 'promise' from a past life. My Dad later said that my talk about 'reincarnation' and past lives didn't convince them of the 'unseen' reality of it. He said it was the fact that I so upset that if I didn't get their proper consent - then, he wouldn't be allowed to speak to me because it would 'weigh heavy' on his mind that he was doing something wrong. My Dad said him and my Mom checked on it as much as they could and were convinced God had a mystery hand in bring us together for some reason due to my 'medical crisis.' I was given parental consent with the explicit understanding that I had to tell my Dad everything we spoke about in private. That is why I have a vast library of recall. I had to 'verbally' repeat the conversations to my Dad and discuss the various issues with him as well. He was passing on 'advise' to my parents and grandparents during this time in their struggle to cope with the crisis our family was facing.


"Oh yeah, Grandpa, I almost forgot to tell you. My friend said to be sure to tell you hey ... and he wanted me to tell you.....yada, yada, yada."


After I turned 18 and my Dad was reflecting back on it - he said, "The advise you gave back then wasn't coming for a child or a child's imagination. It was very adult and from an outside perspective."


My Grandfather said, "We have come to count him as a dear friend to this whole family. He came to give very sound practical advise though you - and from a Christian, which - you were opposed to at the time."


One example of that would be the use of the word "Lord." My Grandfather tried for years to get me to use that word in reference to the 'light' I went to during my NDE's. I told him time and time again that wasn't the word used on the other side. So, when I passed on advise I would say, "The one he calls Lord. I don't call it that. He does. He knows it like you do Grandpa. I don't know it like either of you do."


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I do recall telling my Dad about the 'past life' issue and how my friend didn't have a memory of it like I did. Therefore, it wasn't anything we ever really discussed. I can recall telling my Dad, "He said it makes sense to him in a funny way, but it isn't something he knows how to wrap his mind around to comment on with me. He says if the Lord gave it to me to know then he will stand by that. He says it isn't something the Lord gave him to know."


After his spirit started showing up again in my life after he passed away, it took awhile but there was a point where I was triggered to recall some of the conversations I had shared with him in childhood. I recall asking him,


"Do you have sight of that now, being where your at and all? Back when I was a kid and talking to you about 'knowing you from before? Can you shed some light on that subject for me now?"


I had no memory of it myself as an adult and it was another example of the shoe being on the other foot. I get the impression I was told it wasn't important to discuss in the moment we were sharing 'then and there.' He told me that what ever I needed to know of that - would come back to me when the need arose in me. I felt God had conspired to keep secrets from me and had talked my own mind into keeping the secrets from me. I felt my famous friend was a part of the bigger conspiracy involved. He and I always remained true to a 'mortal or human' point of view. In my NDE's (or what I called being backstage) - it was a different thing.


So, my encounter with the 'best friend' who died in 2nd grade, there was a continuation of 'past life association' in my young life. He was a big part of my life until I met the other two classmates in 6th grade.


I don't include this encounter in the 'confirmation' list because he and I never discussed it face to face - and he didn't have his own 'spontaneous' recall to verify with my own.


I do recall telling someone (actual several people) that in the past - I was the teacher and he was a student to me. The roles had been sort of reversed due to my age - but - there a continuation of 'spiritual lessons' being passed between us and the root of that was from a past life.


I can recall telling my parents, "I didn't choose him from this time. He didn't choose me from this time. It was something we chose together from when we lived here before. He wasn't famous then like you say he is now."


My parents kept insisting that I knew of him due to his fame. I had no idea who he was when he showed up. To me, he was just a man carrying a guitar. He never told me his name. We talked about that later and I told him how rude I felt it was for a grown man to show up like he did - and even introduce his name to me. He laughed and said he was under the assumption everyone knew his name and it went without saying. I told him, "In my mind, it needed saying. It would have been the right thing to do."


I later told me Dad, that he felt I was an 'answer' to his prayer. I told my Dad, "He said he was longing for a stranger to come into life who didn't know him for his fame or his name."


Sincerely,


DKing
 
I am drawing the line of understading of the dominoes that were in place that led from one stage to the next.


The young friend who was sitting on the curb that day, had a hard time wrapping his mind around that sort of 'pyschic' bond as a reality. I didn't talk about it right away, but later told him,


"Me and you is knowing each other from a time before - so - in my mind we can do the same thing."


That is what led to my young 12 year old friend to follow the option my famous friend had followed. Those memories were 'asleep' inside of him and he didn't want to wake them up. My 12 year old friend followed that example and that is what led to us 'going out of body' to access that information and for him to get permission from his Mom.


Those two incidents is what later led me to have the 'out of body' astral adventures with the soul mate encounters I had in the new city. For me, I felt that was part and parcel of the whole 'past life' association.


Sincerely,


DKing
 
I do recall telling one of the 'soul mate's about my 'famous friend' briefly during one of our talks. I seem to recall him asking to 'take that trip' to met him. I told him no.


When I was 12, my famous friend and I came to an understanding that I needed to have my own friends during the 'coming of age' stage in life. I felt I had to have consent and permission and hadn't granted me that sort of permission.


"I done saw how one of my friends reacted to the mention of his name - and the idea of meeting him in person. I am not going to allow my friends to gawk all over him like some fan. I know him well enough to know, just how much that would hurt his feelings. You don't know what that is like, well go out in the world and get your own fame and see how you would feel to have a bunch of screaming kids running up to you and treating you like you was Santa Claus with a 'wish list' on your mind. Maybe in the next life, I will make a proper introduction to him, when you ain't got a 'wish list' hidden away in the back of your mind because the suit of fame he is walking with this time around."


I knew there was a 'plan' in place as a teenager and I didn't fully understand it. I don't know that I could have gotten access to that 'channel' of communication - even if I had wanted to, much less for the sake of my friends curiosity who traveled that sort of 'astral road' with me.


I didn't know it at the time, but there was a promise in place and in order for that promise to be fulfilled I had to build up a 'desire' for it. The 'astral road' was the easy way and I was building a road for the 'hard way.'


The promise had been, that I wanted my 'words of gratitude' to fall directly on his ears - to bring technicolor to his memories with me.


When I was a child, he told me how hard it was on his 'worldly human mind.' He was wrestling with his spiritual faith and trying to come to terms with the 'out of body' encounters with me. He told me,


"When you have a visit from me - that visit is in vivid rich detail and technicolor. Mine are in black and white and with that comes a surreal reality that is hard to grasp as real."


I wanted to put color into his memories with me. The only way to do that was to confirm it in the flesh and in person.


That moment came after a concert in 1976 and my nickname for him paid off. I had an encounter with one of the 'mafia boys' and told them to pass on a message.


"Tell him it is coming from the kid who knows him as PJ. If your his friend like you claim, then you got to love to see his eyes light up like a Christmas tree from time to time. If you want to bear witness to God touching his heart....pass on that message for me."


This opened up a line of communication through a 'relay' of actual people walking flat footed on the earth. When the first contact came - I told the messenger to pass on a question.


"I want to know if his memories are in technicolor now?"


I was told,


"His eyes lit up like a Christmas tree when that question was passed on to him."


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I never tried to make arrangements for a face to face meeting with him in 1976. If his memories were in technicolor then he would recall that our 'bargain' was for us to hang out again like the 'old days' once I became an adult. He lived his life in a fishbowl and was constantly surrounded by 'tabloid' press looking for 'dirt' to dish. God knew the nature of our relationship. We knew the nature of our relationship, but the wrong minds would get the wrong idea about the true nature of a grown man carrying on a close relationship with a 16 year old teenager that had been going on 'in secret' since he was 8 years old.


So when I turned 18 and looked in my review mirror to see his image silhouetted in the back seat, his spirit told me,


"I am here to keep my word to you. I promised once you came of age, we would hang out again just like the old days." At one point I told him,


"I thought you was going to bring your body with you. What little body you brought with you - you only brought half of it - and that is totally FREAKING me out."


When it comes to 'showing' a spirit to a living human being, it can be like a windowed effect. When they are peering through that looking glass - they can stand on the other side something standing at a window. With that, you don't see the whole spiritual body in the vision. His reply was,


"Now you know how I felt when you spent your spirit to me and all I got was a look at half a child's body staring back at me in the face. How does the sight of that feel on your adult mind kid?"


He was laughing and a slapping a knee I didn't have sight of at the time. He was having a 'hoot and holler' with it. There was a friend sitting in the car in the front seat with me while I was reacting to this 'invisible sight' and 'silent conversation' going on. I kept asking him if he was seeing and hearing what I had sight and sound of sitting in my back seat 'whooping' and 'holler' like a fool. I told him,


"Don't look too close. Don't look over the seat. He didn't bring his legs or feet with him. I wouldn't mind so much carrying on a conversation with him - if he thought enough to bring his legs and feet with him."


I turned to my friend and said, "That is more for him than you."


Later, his spirit spoke about the 'road trips' or adventure I had taken with a group of friends especially the one I took on the trip that led us to the side of the ocean. He told me he felt he missed out on that one and said he wished I had brought him along for that sort of ride. I didn't know anything about it other than what the young friends had told me after the amnesia. ("What was you doing, eavesdropping on my conversation with them. How you know about that?")


I was with a different group of friends the summer of 1978 on another road trip and two week vacation, He asked me to take this group of friends to the ocean for a road trip and he was going to 'watch it from his side of the fence' and get the feel of what that mush have been like if he had been a part of it.


I didn't think anything about it until I looked up and saw his 'spirit' sitting in a gap between 'three friends' sharing the back seat. I had a big backseat and my friends were young - but why was that 'gap' there. I knew he was invisible. I asked them, "why are ya'll sitting apart like that." We were teenagers and one of them said, 'He just passed gas and I am trying to get away from the stink of it."


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His spirit was sitting right in the gap - grinning from ear to ear like he was a teenager himself - getting a kick out of what had just been said. Making himself right at home and being one in the crowd.


My friend in the front seat said, "Oh no, don't tell me you is seeing things again. YOU guys are going to believe this. Go ahead, tell them who it is your thinking your seeing in the back seat all the time."


Of course, I was met with ridicule and mockery. I told them,


"If you boys knew enough to know what I know - you would know you owe that invisible phantom a thank you. Where do you think I got the idea to take ya'll on a trip to see something you ain't never seen before. That wasn't my idea. It was his idea. Maybe you don't know enough to thank him for including you on this little trip - but God knows he is the one you owe a thank you to. You get home to God one day and God is going to be looking back and having sight of who is sitting in between that gap back there and I know what God is going to be asking you. Why did you have the manners enough to give that man a thank you instead of letting you mind carried away to make a fool of you in front of God's eyes."


They changed their tune and became very curious and very courteous about their questions. At one point, I was shaking my head no to something some one had suggested. I told the spirit of my famous friend.


"Don't you dare show yourself to them in their sight. I got kids in the car. They will come to the full understanding very quickly - the is looking at a dead man. I done promised their Mama's I would look after them while they was with me. How am I going to explain a dead man sitting in the back seat of my car while their child was sitting in the same back seat with them. There Mama's might skin me alive for putting this sort of reality in their young minds. Find another way to prove the reality of this."


When I put it to their minds that way, one of the younger ones said,


"I look over next to me and see a dead person sitting next to me right now, famous or not, I am jumping out of this car and running home faster this car can carry me."


It was agreed that having sight of a 'dead person' was not the best for all involved. My 'famous friend's' spirit suggest a sing-a-long to knock out two birds with one stone. It was a way for them to express their gratitude to him and his spirit said it would go along way to prove his spirits presence in the back seat of the car.


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I told them to pick out the song they wanted to hear sung. Someone suggested one and I passed on the message,


"He says, he is finally in position to never sing that song again. A position he had wished for his whole life. He totally hates that song. He says to pick any other one but that one." His spirit made a suggestion and everyone said, "I don't know the lyrics." I told them, "That is how he is going to prove himself. He knows the lyrics better than any one alive. He says he is going to sing along with us in the heart. You mind with catch up to that and sing the right lyrics as needed."


I told everyone that I would point out who was to sing the next line. We all took turns in what turned out to be something like a 10 minutes free style jam session with just our voices.


Everyone in the car agreed that the song that came out of all of us was beyond belief.


"I don't believe those words in that song came out of my mouth. It was like sitting back and listening to someone else singing out of my mouth."


They all shouted out, "You got me believing it now. That was like something from a movie. It is so hard to believe it was real, but I can't explain what I just heard come out of all our mouths together. It was like he was singing that song through us."


I told them,


"He was. Don't go flattering yourself. If you ever go trying to sing that song on your own up on a stage somewhere - they is going to throw rotten tomatoes at you."


In 1998, I crossed paths with one of the kids who had been in the back seat. He naturally started talking about that road trip. "You remember how you had everyone of us convinced of who was sitting the back seat with us." I told didn't have a clear memory of that. He couldn't figure out how or why I had forgotten.


"That was one of the most remarkable experiences of my childhood. I will go to my grave convinced a part of him was sitting with us that night."


Of course, it didn't have the same impact on my mind as it did theirs. I was used to that sort of thing coming from his spirit. I can remember the vivid details now. It wasn't the song or the way it was done that impressed me. It was the dramatic impact the experience had on skeptical minds and how music changed the tune they had been sing with mockery and ridicule.


Years later, in 1986 - I was on the telephone with a struggling artist who had a passion for music in his heart. I told him,


"Your not going to believe who is standing right next to me now - asking for permission to sit in on some of your jam sessions from time to time. You won't believe it until you see if for yourself. If you have a mind to catch sight of him out of the corner of your eye - to prove that sort of thing - he will. Trust me, make sure you tell him to bring his feet and legs with him to that jam session - or - the sight of that will send you running the opposite direction. I speak from experience with that."


Years later, my Seattle friend contacted me and told me,


"I wouldn't have believed it was possible. When it happens, I know it is real, but afterwards, I think it is my imagination playing tricks on me because of what you said about it. Nothing warms the heart of a musician like the sight of that in their eyes."


I told him, "Trust me, it was him, not so much in the flesh as in spirit. You can't try to follow in his footsteps here in this world without him tagging along for the ride with you some."


Sincerely,


DKing
 
I am recalling now the 'times' I wouldn't allow his 'spirit' to appear before the eyes of others - and trying to figure out the reasoning for it. It would cause my mind to do what I called a 'flip flop.' This was a reference to the 'unconscious focus' as opposed to the 'conscious' focus. Others may use the term 'third eye' vision. I had to 'forget it' - either by choice or circumstances, but I knew the 'memories' of his 'visits in spirit' were kept in a locked container in my mind. When his 'spirit' showed up - I knew that when his spirit left - the memory of that visit would get put away in the 'locked compartment' of my mind.


In 1986, when his spirit showed up - my roommate (who was another musican from Seattle) was in the room with me. My roommate saw me staring off in a direction toward the hallway saying,


"Just when I think I am done with you - you show back up again and everything falls right back into place again."


I forgot my roommate was even in the room with me.


"Who are you talking to?"


I had to snap out of it and adjust to a 'dual' understanding.


"You wouldn't know to believe me if I told you."


"Go ahead Kid, tell him the story. I want to hear you tell it myself. You got my blessing."


"Oh Brother, he is encouraging me to tell you with his blessing, like this is going to do a lot of good."


After I told my roommate the whole story - I asked him,


"Do you want to see him with your own eyes for yourself. I don't get that given to me often. Study that question long and hard before you answer - because there is a loophole hidden in there somewhere. I know that loophole all to well."


I told my roommate that if he brought this up to me in five months - there was a possibility I would have no idea what he was talking about. I suggested the 'corner of the eye' approach rather than the full frontal assault on the senses. My roommate took a great deal of pride in expressing that him and 'famous friend' shared the same birthday. I told him,


"Maybe it would be best to have that come as a surprise to you on a special day like your birthday. That way, it will have a special meaning to just you."


I told him that I felt an old friend of his - and every with our long history together - it was hard on the five fold sensory perception range. While recalling this I vaguely recall an incident with a 'stranger.' I told my roommate some of the story in 1986. I told him how I wasn't sure how my friends would react to it - but - I got curious about it. I thought it was a sure-fire way to prove my story and get some sense of validation. I don't know whose idea it was - or - if 'spirit' was just pulling the wool over my eyes a little. I was like a 'carnie' trying to hawk them into given consent to that sort of sight.


"Pssst. Psst. How would you like the opportunity of a life time? Huh? How would you like to have a face to face encounter with one of the most famous people in the world and have a story to tell your grandkids when your older? He is hiding out - right around the corner here waiting to give you a Kodak moment for your mind. Come on, say yes. You never know when your going to get another chance like this again. Yada, yada, yada."


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I am recalling telling my roommate the story so he could make up his mind to consent or not.


I told him,


"When I told him who it was I was talking about - his jerked back to look at me hard. He said, he is dead."


"So says you. I say he is very much alive and well. You will know what I am talking about when you see him like I do."


The fellow went on about hearing stories that my famous friend had faked his own death just to get some privacy for himself. I told him,


There may be some truth in that - because he has all the privacy he wants now. I leaned into the fellows ear and said,


'I think he is missing that spotlight some and the attention it got him."


I told my roommate,


"I knew full well - his mind was thinking something entirely different that was about to happen if and when I talked him into giving consent for it. It didn't matter. I just wanted to study his reaction any way. I got that consent and sure enough, his spirit popped right out of thin air - wearing his dang pajamas in their full glory -- looking like Batman with that cape drape on his shoulders. I was looking at that fellow one moment - and blinked my eyes - and he was gone with the wind. He took off running and never looked back. I chased after him some but gave up. The way that fellow was running - I figure that poor fellow is over there in China somewhere. I imagine every time he stops to get his breath, and someone comes up to ask him what the heck he is running from - he gets reminded of it and takes off running again."


I told my friend that in all seriousness - I didn't think all human minds were geared to deal with the paranormal or mystical - and such an event could 'blow a fuse' in their mind if they were not mentally prepared or 'spiritual fit' to embrace such a moment for themselves.


I was never able to make the offer after 1986. My friend opted out of a 'full frontal assault' and choose to keep it 'out of the corner' of his eye.


My roommate passed away in 1990 and his spirit came a calling. At that point in my life - I refused a 'full frontal assault' when his spirit came calling. I told his spirit,


"Just stand behind me and talk. I don't need to see you to hear you. You go showing yourself to me now at this stage in my life - I might end up in China out of breath."


My my young friend and former roommate confirmed that he had a special gift given to him on his birthday when he caught sight of that 'famous friend' of mine out of the corner of his eye.


Sincerely,


DKing
 
One interesting side-note as it pertains to reincarnation. I could recall slight memories as a child - of the past life I had shared with the 'famous friend.' When I met the two musicans from Seattle - there was no doubt in my mind about a past life association with the two of them. It was no coincidence to me, because I knew both of them from the same past life and both of them had 'spontaneous recall' of their own to validate that past life association.


When this was going on - and the spirit of my famous friend showed up - the locked box of childhood memories were opened up to me and I told them both,


"My Gawd. I was talking about the both of your when I was 8 years old. I swear, I tried to get my parents to load me up in a station wagon so I could take off looking for you two. I knew you were going to recall things from the time we lived before."


As far as my mind was concerned - all three of the musicians shared past life together. I don't know if the three of them shook each other's hands in that former incarnation - but I knew without a doubt that I had shaken all three of their hands from the same past life - and same time period.


"Even if ya'll didn't know each other back then, you had to be tripping over each other's feet - or a least walking down the same streets and alley ways."


While the spirit of my famous friend was in the room that day, I was looking at him shaking my head.


"All that trouble you put me through trying remember all those words of advise. How could you not know it was these two guys I was meant to find. You made it sound like you didn't know who, where or when I was going to cross paths with them. There are things you said that makes me believe - you knew the whole time and was just acting like you didn't. How did you know to say those things. You always led me to believe there was no guarantee of my success. This day was destined to me."


He told me,


"The Lord was advising me on it. The Lord knew. I didn't. I was asking for the Lord's advise on the matter."


It was one of those moments where I had hindsight of my past and saw me as a child with foresight looking ahead of a moment I felt was 'guaranteed' and assured. I told my friend,


"All those days I was sweating bullets over this - and come to find out - it was all meant to be. I didn't have a dang thing to worry about. The moment I was looking for wasn't something I was looking for as much as that moment was looking for me. I could have taken it easy and just let it find me the way it was going to do without my worries on it or not."


Because of that insight into the past, I told my Seattle friend I met on the telephone,


"Don't worry about it. You ain't looking for fame. Fame is looking for you. There ain't a dang thing you can do to keep it from finding you either. Best thing to do - is prepare yourself for the impact it is going to have on you."


Of course, 4 years later, fame found him. He contacted me and said, "Everything you said has turned out to be right. I wasn't really looking for it - but it sure found me."


To me, it was all past life related. The 'fame' wasn't coming to him for the sake of this life - as much as it was things he had done in his past life.


Sincerely,


DKing
 
This is the first time in my adult life I have had access to so many memories at once. I have no idea how much is still hidden, but as the ones are revealed I feel I gain a whole new perspective on the history of it.


It was as if I dealt with two different persona's. The before and after. Prior to his passing (while i was a child) and then after his passing (as a young adult.)


The childhood experience was right in the middle of the medical crisis during a great deal of suffering, pain and anguish. If I had to sum that period up - 'we shared our troubles with one another, along with our tears.' I felt alienated from everyone because no one knew that I had to contend with on a daily basis. He counteracted that by telling me everyone had their fair share of pain, troubles and suffering.....even him. The challenge for each of us was - to put a smile on the other's face. As a child, I always felt there was a 'dark cloud' of sadness hanging around.


I can recall asking him later as a young adult, why there was such a difference in him. (Other than him wearing those pajama's all the time.) I only saw him once as a child in that type of costume. As a child, I was the one with the 'gitty up and go.' He was the one sort of mo-ping around. The other spirits had that 'gitty-up' and go in them - but they came to me in a 'different immortal form' which - I related to my own NDE's and new that sort of adventure put some 'juice', kick 'gitty up and go' in you. The others - I associated as 'coming from the light' for a visit with me. Not that he wasn't coming from the light - he just shielded that and only presented his spirit in a down to earth mortal manner. When I asked him to put it into words (the difference in his manner and attitude) - he said to me,


"You didn't know me when my Mama was alive. If you had of, you would have seen me this way. Full of life."


When he came to me at the age of 8 - the fight I was in - was struggling to find the will to live. I didn't want to live anymore and suffer all the pain that came with my medical. The bond we had shared during that time was - he was in the same fight himself. He had once told me that all the money and fame in the world could never replace what he felt he lost when he lost her presence in his life.


After he passed away, his Mama was back in his life again, and that put the 'gitty up and go' back in him. When he came back into my life when I was 18, I didn't look at him as a grown man who had died. I looked at him like a teenager the same as me - in many ways. Cutting each other down, making corny jokes, laughing at silly things - and enjoying life to the fullest. That reunion with his Mama, had put the youth back in him.


Sincerely,


DKing
 
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