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Talking to Dead People......

That post has me sitting here smiling. I am so glad that you two were here for each other. I wonder if the memories are coming back because he will step into your life again?


Or is it because of the stuff that the media put out not too long ago? I wonder ...


I think his visits with you saved his sanity in so many ways. Can you imagine being so famous that you are nearly worshipped? How can one even live like that?


I was just sitting here thinking, wondering if he is reading our posts from above and I had the urge to look over ... and I see the smilie with the glass of wine.


Message delivered :)
 
Mama2HRB said:
Or is it because of the stuff that the media put out not too long ago? I wonder ...
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I don't watch TV - read newspapers or keep up with current events that much. So, I am not sure what your reference is to about the media.


I have been asking myself the same question the last few weeks. Something is going on. I have been in a 'funk' that last few years. I am like a 'lone wolf' when it comes to my so-called assignment for the 'league of political minds.' They were interested in my 'case study' and how I had utilized 'hypnosis' as a method to combat the physical and mental pain involved with my medical case.


You got to think "PR." Public Relations. If I scratched their back, they were willing to scratch my back. The 'spirit of rock and roll' himself was sending me out into the world on an 'undercover' assignment. There was a story in that - in the future and they wanted in on the story when it broke. That is why the offer was made to work on various assignments - in a real life capacity. A part of what I was doing with my assignment for rock and roll - was utilizing 'hypnosis.' A part of the 'forgetfulness' was purely intention. If a 'colonel' came into the scope of my radar - a part of my mind was like a turtle. I could pull it in and hide it so well - I hid it from my own conscious mind. "Top secret' and 'classified. As a child, this is how it was introduced to me by the 'spirit of the famous' friend. Colonel, you know, - army type stuff. You want to get the attention of a 9 year old boy.


During my (three years crammed into) three months induction process --(1980) I consented to a 'government' Doctor who administered a 'suggestion' hypnosis program - that would essentially be the foundation to 'put me to sleep' and operate with a 'dual persona' in place. My real, true and natural personality was going to be put in the 'back seat' for many years to come. The estimate was 30 years. That proved to be very true. I was warned over and over again what was going to happen when the 'true persona' broke the surface and the two minds merged back into one again. I have had to find my own way with it as a 'lone wolf' type operative. Why did I go through all this? Because the government was asking to ride on my future coat tails - and get their own 'press' from it. God, Country and family sort of thing. They felt I had to work the 'country' aspect into my story. The felt I had the 'God' and "family' angle covered. With that in mind, I just followed orders and when the time comes - I will let them advise me on what I can talk about or can't talk about concerning that assignment. I was warned that when I came out of hibernation, I would revert to the personality I had back in 1980. I had consented to be put into a 'deep freeze' type state.


What is going on with me? I have been thawing out for the last four years - and I think I am about back to 'room temperature again.' I feel like I am picking up where I left off and where I left off was the pursuit of a promise I felt I gave my 'famous' friend.' I feel the time is drawing near to complete something as promised.


Along the way, there is a long story waiting to be told about that.


Sincerely,


DKing
 
Mama2HRB said:
I think his visits with you saved his sanity in so many ways.
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I think he might disagree with you on this. He was a very religious minded person. (The words 'save' sort of triggers many conversations with him about his religious beliefs) I always knew this as a child. The very first words out of his 'mouth' to me were about 'who sent him' to me. We both gave credit to our introduction to the "Divine.' I had my way of saying it - and he had his.


God had answered a very direct prayer I had given that day. I wasn't expecting it to be answered like that. I didn't get what thought I had I wanted. I suppose I got what I needed instead. There was nothing I ever did for him, or that he ever did for me - that we didn't 'thank God' for the primary and root cause of the 'relationship' that developed between us.


Strange how that word 'triggered' that aspect of it. I can recall him talking about how the 'hand of God' was working a mystery between us both - and we both had a duty, obligation and responsibility to figure out what that meant for us individually and collectively.


I would paint the picture that God was out to 'save' him from himself - and I was called on to be 'in service' to that cause. Of course, I got to enjoy the ride along the way. We would have both felt we were both in the back seat of a moving vehicle and God was the driver. We were just hitchhiking along the same stretch of highway and got picked up together and were passenger's who felt we got lucky sharing the same sort of ride with one another. (I think he said 'stretch limo of the Lord's - which I had no idea what a stretch limo was - or who the Lord was. He told me it was a 'fancy car' and the one I called my 'Real Dad.' I responded by telling him I didn't know my Real Dad drove a car, much less a fancy one. You can see he had his work cut out for him.)


Hope this makes sense.


It seems that if he was here by my side - I would automatically know how he would feel and respond to that. Strange how that is coming back to me like it is.


I know where your coming from though, - but feel motivated to give credit to the one he always called "The Lord" (his way of saying it - not mine,) saving either one of us from ourselves in any way.


Sincerely,


DKing
 
I appreciate your comments and how it makes me search my mind for various triggers to find hidden conversations.


Melancholy. That was the word my famous friend used when describing what his prayer had been about. I ran to my (physical) Dad afterwards and asked him what that word meant.


"Is it bad? It ain't contagious is it?"


When my Dad asked where those questions were coming from I told him,


"Well, he has a bad case of it. I got my own case to worry about and I don't need any of that jumping on me and bringing me down any more than I am. The way I hear him talk about it, it is best something to avoid. Just want to avoid it best I can."


That is what I recall of it.


Years later, I got advise from someone about another matter and I automatically thought of him. The advise was that when you reach out in an effort to help others who are suffering - the person you end up helping the most is yourself.


Sincerely,


DKing
 
To be honest, I think a part of this expression and soul searching process is to tackle something I feel in my later years with him. I look back at my attitude toward his 'spirit' after I turned 18, and I am almost embarrassed at the way I treated him. A part of it was all in jest and good-natured humor given the situation between us - but I think I harbored a resentment against him. There was a 'bitterness' at times that I felt I was trying to cover up with 'humor.' As an adult with some distance from those years - I feel it is associated with the pain of his loss from the world. I felt he had promised me that when I became an adult - we would get to 'hang out' in real life. He always told me he was looking forward to it - and wouldn't miss that opportunity for the world.


I felt that from the age of 8 to the age of 12, he kept me alive by giving me the will and desire to live. He had given me something to live for. The whole 'secret' agent thing was - because he needed me for something important and as he said, he didn't trust anyone else in the world to accomplish the task on his behalf. I felt - if he hadn't put that desire in me - I wouldn't have survived my medical condition. I wouldn't have had the fight in me - during those later years to struggle with all that pain.


I felt that either he had let me down - or worst yet - I had let him down. He didn't have the will to survive long enough to see my 18th birthday.


I had hoped that making contact with him directly as I did in 1976 - would put the 'will to live' back into him. When I heard the news of his passing in 1977 I think a part of me felt I had failed him. The shock of it gave me a 'heart sezuire' which led to a NDE. I can remember that NDE. I was NOT coming back. I felt he left the world and gave up his battle - and it was time for me to give up my battle. Them 'angels' or 'spirit guides' and to drag me back to my physical body - all the time I was kicking up a fuss. I would NOT get back into my body. I was going to give him a piece of my mind for dying on me and wasn't going to even think about returning to my body again until I confronted him with my anger. That is when they showed me that his spirit had been sitting by my side the whole time. I couldn't give him a piece of my mind and express my anger toward him - until I got back in the physical body again. I felt 'tricked' back into this world again. I was just 17 at the time and convinced I had been lied to and mislead.


In hindsight now, I don't think I ever forgave him for dying on me. I think he asked for it that day, but I told him I didn't know how I would ever work it out in my mind to do that. If there is pain associated with a memory - that is how it gets buried in my unconscious mind.


I was looking at some of the videos of him in his final years. He looked so tired and wore out. It is only after seeing how tired and wore out he was - that I feel he hung on as long as he could. It was only after watching those videos and hearing the difference in his singing voice - that I finally found the forgiveness I feel I have been seeking all these years.


I think that is why all these memories are coming to the surface. It was time to 'let go' of that anger I have held on to all these years. I think he understood why I did it. The purpose and cause I was trying to serve with holding on to it like I did. When your cause is a goal - you utilize every single emotion you can to accomplish the intended goal. That anger served a purpose all these years and I feel the time has come I can truly let go of it for good. That anger has never interfered with the deep bond and affection I have in my heart and soul for him. Just been a dang thorn I have walked around with 'way' to long.


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I thank everyone for helping me though that process and bending a kind ear toward a tale I know is hard to believe. It has been very beneficial to let it all out and find what I was actually looking for. Thanks for listening and helping me through this process.


Sincerely,


DKing
 
{{dking}}


Your posts have always fascinated me and have taught me so much. Quite often what you post validates what has happened to my daughters and I but just as often your experiences are way and above anything I could imagine. Thank you for sharing with us.


I think part of your sharing is so that you could come to terms with being able to forgive him and in forgiving him he will be able to come back to you. I am sure this time the connection you two share will be at a much higher level and I am glad for that.


If you do ever get to talk to him again tell him hello from me. I was never a fan of his celebrity but certainly have loved what you shared with us.


A long time ago I was a DJ at a local club and worked with some celebrity bands and quickly understood that famous people are just regular folks who happen to be stuck in a glaring spotlight. Remove the spotlight when they are with you and you really meet some great people.


I do hope PJ stops in for a visit with you soon and your reunion is fantastic.


God Bless You, dking. You and PJ both. <3
 
Mama2HRB said:
I think part of your sharing is so that you could come to terms with being able to forgive him and in forgiving him he will be able to come back to you. I am sure this time the connection you two share will be at a much higher level and I am glad for that.
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Hold on, there are more twist, turns and dips in this plot. This is all unfolding as I write. I don't know what to expect myself. Last night after I posted my last post, it just didn't feel right. I know myself. My goodness, I buried a best friend of mine in 2nd grade. I sort of went through that sort of thing at a very early age. I had an understanding that when God called you home - you got called home.


It is sort of convoluted and I feel there were many professionals who warned - I had intentionally built my own 'maze' with emotions and it would take some time to unravel the 'farces' put in place.


In 1976, my Mom had contacted a family friend about getting access backstage to met with my famous friend in person. The problem was - this friend had spoke around the 'open channel' he found was through a 'reporter' who agreed to arrange the meeting for 'rights' to the story. I blew up about that. That 'anger' wasn't directed at him in any way. It was toward my Mom.


When my friendship with him began - he was aware of the medical crisis as well as the financial burden in place. He had offered to help out financially. I had everything explained to me in spirit and I turned his offer down. I had to tell my Dad everything we discussed so, my Mom got wind of how I had declined that offer. My Grandparents said they were proud of me and said they felt I had done the right thing. Everyone in my family knew - my Mom didn't feel the same way. His friendship with me - meant more than all the money in the world. My Mom felt I was too young to understand the value of a dollar. Even as a nine year old, I felt friendships were not supposed to come with a price tag attached.


It was after I turned down his offer and my talks with him about what a 'pain' my Mom was being about it. I still refused to change my mind about it. It was after that - that he told me he was going to leave me an inheritance - and the most prized possession he felt he had to offer another person. That possession was not material or physical. It had something he considered so sacred - I asked my Dad for permission to keep that a 'secret' even from him and my Mom.


The night I got the news, I have a memory that the misunderstanding had been cleared up. I got upset that I had to hear the news from a stranger on the radio - and that his spirit didn't come to me and tell me directly.


I felt my Mom was going to 'trip' things up for me and contact a report and sell out for the 'money' of it. The number one Colonel in my young life was turning out to be my own Mom. All is fair in love and in war. I loved my Mom and felt she was out to hurt herself more than anyone. I exploited the 'anger' issue and blew it up out of proportion....not for the sake of my own mind - but for hers. She had the story wrong in her mind. She felt I was going to get a financial windfall from his estate when I turned 18. I told her,


"If someone comes knocking on my door with a check from him, I am going to take ever dollar of it to a field and burn it to spite him for not listening to my word on the matter. I told him no and no means no. I wouldn't accept it."


I knew I had a right to hold a news conference after I turned 18. We had spoken about the 'what if's' and he had told me that if the "Lord called him home' prior to me turning 18, then I had to wait until I had a mature mind to make that decision for myself.


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The whole 'farce' was to convince my Mom that when he passed away - him and I had a 'fallen' out and I no longer looked at him as a friend to me - but - was my worst enemy because I felt he had hurt me. I put on a big production with it and told my family my anger at him was so intense that if they mentioned his name to me - or brought him up in the future, I would disown them.


I knew the psychology involved with my own medical case. If i attached anger toward anything - it was like adding an anchor to it and tossing the memory into a deep ocean. It would disappear from my conscious mind.


Was it a coincidence I woke up a day after my 18th birthday and was professionally diagnosed with a full blown case of 'retrograde amnesia.' People who knew me months prior to that said I was talking about it left and right.


"That man done went and hurt me so much - I am going to forget the day I ever met him and anything and everything he was a part of my life for. He is my sworn enemy now and if you mention his name to me after I turn 18 - you will become my sworn enemy too."


That day I got the news - I suffered a 'heart seizure' and that caused me a lot of intense pain. I manipulated the idea in my had that he had 'supposedly' intentionally caused me harm. What happened that evening was similar to what happened when my 'best friend' died in 2nd. It was just a production I put on to keep the Colonels' and 'wild dogs' aware who would dare trample our 'hidden pearl' under their feet.


I felt his 'spirit' knew what I was doing and was up to - and played along with the 'supposed' fallen out. As far as my mind was concerned in 1977, he had asked me to forgive him for not being able to break through in spirit - but I understood the reason it had been so hard to break through. I was a child who grew up with a great deal of experience dealing with that myself. If I choose to forget that 'moment of reconciliation' in 1977, then I knew when the time came to reconcile it in my mind - the memory of our conversation in the front seat of my car - would come back to mind - and all would be forgiven.


The inheritance? It was his personal blessing I was to pass on to future up and coming artists and musicians whom I felt share the same heart, soul and passion for the music of rock and roll. I was to pass on 'ton of advice' he had filled my head with as a child concerning the nature of the industry and the pitfalls involved. I was to advise them to remain true to their 'god-given' talent and not all that to be exploited by anyone in the industry who were only out to make a 'greenback' dollar. He felt the right artists and musician would appreciate the value of that inheritance and know it was worth more than all the money in the world.


I am at a stage in my life were I can look back on all that and stamp 'mission accomplished' on those files with a great sense of accomplishment and pride. Took so doing, but I feel I did it.


Sincerely,


DKing
 
After I woke up with 'amnesia' - every kept saying I was a different person. I didn't understand that then, but I have full understanding of it now. The final months of 1977 and first few months of 1978 - I put one heck of an 'academy award' show for people around me. Everyone swore up and down they 'thought' I had suffered a mental, emotional and nervous breakdown. That is exactly what I was aiming for. I was given 'tests' after the amnesia and my IQ test was off the charts. I constantly scored off the charts in any test they gave me. I was too smart to allow 'anger' to take control of me. Instead, I used 'anger' for my own personal gain. I used it to 'cover' my tracks and get people to look the opposite direction.


I told my Mom that I was 'cleaning house' in my mind and I was gathering up every memory I shared with 'that man' and I was going to throw it all in the garbage can. For days, weeks and months, I constantly turned up the heat. I started 'ranting' and 'raving' like a lunatic about it. I finally got my Mom to see though the 'smoke screen' a little.


"Are you out of your mind Son? I was there Son. I know what that man came to mean to you. According to you---it was a direct gift and present from God. Do you know how many people would be willing give their right arm to have that sort of gift of friendship handed to them. Now you want to throw it in the trash and slap God in the face for it."


I had been acting a hurt fool - and I stood up and let my true nature shine though. I walked over to her and said in a very flat unemotional tone.


"You said it. Not me. Remember what you just said every time this subjects comes up in your own mind. It was a gift. It was my gift given to me to do as I choose. A few months from now, I will be of an adult mind. It will not be your gift to choose to do with. It will NOT some reporters gift to do with what they choose to do with. Me and God have an understanding between us and when I turn 18, I am going to kindly ask you to keep your nose out of my personal affairs when it comes to do anything pertain to this business. It is going to be between me and God then, so keep your mind off the subject in the future. I know what I am doing and so does God. You will no longer have 'power of attorney' over me or my personal affairs."


As I stated on another thread ... shortly before the amnesia took hold - I asked my Mom to set the record straight with me because I felt she had became my worst enemy in the world. That is when she came up with the 'devils advocate' speech. She said she wasn't opposed to me out of 'hate' as much as out of love. Just as I was playing a 'role of pretense' with her, she was at her own game of pretense. She stated she felt she was 'training' me to stand my ground and never back down from my own heart. She wanted me to remain true to my own heart, my own visions and my own personal relationship with the divine. She told me she felt the 'devil' was sharpening his claws and lining up his army to detour me from my path.


"Son, you never back down from your own Mama when it came to you choosing the right path for you. I want you to remember the rest of your life when any man comes face to face to you oppose you - Pope or President - you NEVER back down from what God has given you to know or do in this world. You ain't never backed down from your Mama - I expect you to follow through in the future and never back down from anyone when it comes to the secrets you walk with hidden inside of you. Every time I oppose you -- you do nothing but make me proud when I see you standing your ground and not backing down from me."


Years later, I was talking to a new friend from Seattle and we were discussing friendship. I told him how I felt a best friend had to be your worst enemy at times - or - he wasn't a friend worth having. He asked me to explain that to him. I told him,


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"A best friend should be looking for your weaknesses - not to exploit them to take advantage of you - but help strengthen them to help you became a better person for it. If it is done with love - then when all is said and done - that is what you going to be left with when the smoke clears. For many years, my Mama was my best friend, but if you was any where near us during that time, you would have swore you walked into the middle of War World three breaking out. It is not what is going on - on the surface that counts in the end. It is what is going on in the heart buried underneath it all. What don't kill you only makes you stronger for the battle going on in this world. The battle between good and evil. We all got to find our own victories in that battle - and good friend knows when, where and how to prepare you for the battles ahead of you. If it wasn't for her, I never would have found you - much less been prepared for the meeting going on between us now. If you think I am worth having as a good friend, trust me, my Mama had a big hand in molding me into place for that."


I told him that my goal in mind with my Mom was a reunion on the other side where we got to look at one another not only as old friends to one another - but old enemies as well. I felt there was a love to be had in that sort of friendship.


Of course now, I can look forward to that reunion with my Mom on the other side, because I can point at a famous sang say,


"You have no idea how much of your influence inspired that song. I done went and made sure a part of you spread out to the masses and touched many a heart."


I never told her that while she was alive. I was too busy ducking, avoiding and keeping myself from the Colonels' of the world. I felt I would wait until she could appreciate it for what it was worth without counting the value in dollar signs.


Sincerely,


DKing
 
I can recall now the 'segment's' of phases I had to go through when his spirit showed up after 1978. It was like three different layers I had to peel back to get to the 'truth' or heart of the matter. The first layer was the 'stunned' reaction to some unknown stranger who happened to be dead celebrity standing before me. Then his spirit would be telling me, "Come on kid, remember me." Then I would have this 'layer' I had to peel back where the 'pretense' was hidden. As much as it was 'pretense' I had made it a reality for the sake of my mind and the purpose and cause I felt I was out to serve. Even he, couldn't break through that layer with ease.


"Oh, I remember you now. Your the one who hurt me like you did. What the heck are you doing showing your face to me. Word I put out about that was, I never wanted to see you again. You got some nerve showing your ugly mug to me."


He would plead with me,


"Come on kid. Dig a little deeper. Don't hold that against me while I got your attention like this. Dig a little deeper for it."


To me, it was cloak and dagger stuff - and exactly what we had spoke about as a child.


"How do I know you are who you say you are - or who your trying to appear to be. You know how many dang impostors and impersonators are running around this world in this very moment - trying to pretend they is that man. How do I know there aint 12 dozens ghosts out their in the ghost world - all trying to hawk something off and pull the wool over unsuspecting minds. How do I even know - you ain't testing me some. No sir, I think we are going to keep my mind in the the current gear - and cruise along at this speed if you don't mind. It is my way,,,,,, or you see that street out there - that is the highway. My way or the highway. If you is = who I think you is - then you should have never put me in charge of something to try and come in behind me changing things around to suit your mind about it. What I know right now is - I am mad at you. I ain't got to the point where I am willing or able to let go of that yet."


Anger was actually my shield and defense. I felt if he was walking with God - then God knew my plan and his spirit had to get the outline of that plan from God rather than me.


"How do I know you ain't some pretty boy contracted and hired by my enemies to dress, talk, and act like him some - to fool me into dropping and letting down my guard. If you is who I think you is - you should have thought about putting some sort of password between us. Since you didn't - you is just going to have to cruise along with me until I am convinced you is the real deal. I ain't about to let some fool spook come waltzing in here out the blue do a song and dance - and make a fool out of me."


I can recall switching gears from time to time and surprising him with the fact that - yes- I recalled every detail our my childhood days with him.


After all - I grew up and was actually playing the 'cloak and dagger' game we had dreamed about and talked about when I was a child. I took it all to heart.


Sincerely,


DKing
 
His spirit and I kept this routine up from 1978 to 1980. When I crossed paths with the 'league of political minds' I sought advise from my Grandpa. He told me to tell them the "honest God's truth' about everything and anything. I was told to treat them as if they were extended members of our family who were loyal to our families cause.


"I know you got a game of pretense going on in your mind and it serves it's own purpose, but trying to find a way to drop it long enough to get yourself some allies in your battle."


I made them swear a vow of secrecy with me before I told them the 'true story.'


To me, it was just a character I had created - sort of like a Halloween mask a kid would put on - and get to pretend he was someone else for awhile. There was a little boy in me and that was the one who held all the 'true memories' - so the little boy in me made a big game out of it and created a character of pretense. As far as my mind was concerned - he was the King and I was a 'spy' contracted to be in service to his cause.


If a kid puts on a mask and runs around the room in front of an adult - it is a fun game and the adults get a kick out of it. I knew deep down - he was getting a kick out it - but I wouldn't break character with him until I totally convinced he was who he was supposed to be. A part of that convincing was to hear him laugh. When he broke out in a chuckle and than slapped his knee - there was always a unique vibe that I knew all too well.


I told the league of political minds,


"Even the King himself didn't have the combination that was in place to get that 'mask of pretense' to drop. I knew the combination and would work in the back ground to get him to place the right words in order and in place to drop the mask. Other wise, it wouldn't come down even for him."


I told them it was like the 'little boy' was sitting in the back seat and there was no way I (on the surface) could get that mask to drop of my own free will. I told them,


"His spirit has to jump through the right hoops before the combination is unlocked. The only one who has that combination is the little boy in me. Even the adult of me, couldn't get that combination given to my conscious mind in any way. That combination would change from one visit to the next. I couldn't come up with that combination to save my own life. If that little boy in me felt threatened in any way - that combination to get the mask of pretense off - wouldn't happen. Death is nothing but a thing for me - and some things in this world is worth dying for. It don't bother me. I don't know anything about that combination until I hear the lst click and then I know that knowledge is about to open up again."


The league of political minds became very intrigued about the possibility of having a 'mental safe' stored away in an agent's mind that would be virtually impossible to crack. I had put a lot of care and thought into the design of it from the age of 16 to 18. There were two people in one after my 18th birthday. There was the 'little boy' hidden in me - and then there was the man I became at the age of 18 - with a total blank slate and mind. That part of my mind was nothing more than a 'puppet' the little boy in me controlled. I told the league of political minds that as far as I was concerned - the adult of me was his 'secret service' agent and full time body guard. It was a game to me as a little boy at the age of 8 - and by the time I had turned 18, that game was becoming real - but - still just a game.


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When I was pressed for answers to how and why I as able to do it. I told them, "We do it from one life to the next. We hide secrets from ourselves when we are born. I just took the design from that knowing and put it to use. I just made my entire 'childhood' into past life. I died in a car crash and when I came back, I just pretended I was coming into a new life. Same body and name, but I just made it a new life designed on what I knew about how past life memories worked. I just stored my childhood memories away in the same vault as past life memories. It is hard to pull things out - but every day of our lives - we are constantly putting things in there. I just put a lock on it - is all."


Sincerely,


DKing
 
Mama2HRB said:
I think part of your sharing is so that you could come to terms with being able to forgive him and in forgiving him he will be able to come back to you. I am sure this time the connection you two share will be at a much higher level and I am glad for that.
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I think I have shared the story here somewhere. How I came to terms with the 'girl' who died in 1980 and sort of lead me to 'league of government' minds in the first place. I only had a partial mind of understanding about my childhood history and was hearing some crazy stories. The story my Mom and Dad was telling was - I had died over a 1000 times in my childhood. I had a 'best friend' to his grave in 2nd grade. I had lost the man many said I was the 'godson' to. I lost another best friend when I was 17 the same year I lost the 'famous friend' whom I was a godson to. And now (in 1980) was wrestling with girl I thought was the 'woman of my dreams' and future bride. Some people thought I wasn't reacting to her 'death' in a normal way - or what some would consider the loss of Juliet to Romeo. When a homicide detective asked me why I was breaking down and distraught with grief and tears, I told him,


"Why should I be crying when she is sitting right here next to me holding my hand. If you could see what I see, you would know how true that is. Just because your blind to that - am I supposed to react to it to satisfy your mind - or remain true to my heart, mind and understanding in this moment?"


I knew she hadn't fully disappeared from my sight and range of sound yet - but was on her way. I didn't have time to cry. I was too busy talking to her to try and make sense of it for myself. That was my prayer and question to God during that time. What am I supposed to think about the 'people' and the 'spirits of those people' when they disappeared from my sight.


I had plans to go to a concert. She was supposed to go with me before she died but her spirit insisted I didn't change my plans. It was the Eagles farewell tour and Joe Walsh was on board. She didn't want me to miss that. I was being told that the 'Divine' had an in store for me at the concert.


At the concert (at the Cotton Bowl) something happened that made sense to me. The Eagles were on stage prior to midnight. They stopped the show and told the audience that the authorities were putting pressure to end the show or they were going to cut off the power. The Eagles said they came to give us our money's worth and still had a song or two planned and wouldn't leave the stage until they finished their planned set. The audience was told that if the power went out and we found ourselves sitting in the dark alone - we were to know that they would be up on stage jamming along to us singing to the song. We were going to end the show with a sing a long in the dark if we had to.


Right in the middle of "All Night Long" the lights went out and the place got dark. All the lighters came out and lit up the arena and everyone started singing the song. A short while later, the electricity was turned back on - and the boys on the stage and every single member in the audience was in tune, sync and harmony. It was a fantastic finale for a show and I got the message.


Just because I found myself 'sitting' in the darkness of this world with the lights out - didn't mean that the spirits my friends were in tune, sync and harmony with my life. The day was going to come when the 'divine light' came back on in my life - and I was going to realize that all my 'dead friends' had been right there with me the whole time - singing in tune to the same song I was. (Metaphorically, of course.)


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I wasn't to allow my temporary blindness to fool me into thinking that they were not with me the whole time.


With that in mind, if I was to catch sight of my old friend again anytime soon - I think the first thing I am going to realize is - he never left. (I just needed a little sense of privacy for a while.)


I think the central and core message behind those who do give testimony of a 'near-death.' You get a glimpse of the other side, you realize there is a melody of divine harmony running through each and every individual alive in this world. We are all in sync and in tune to a divine melody happening right before our eyes on a day to day basis. I think when people do pass over - that is the finale they are longing and looking for. Just because we are temporally blind to it for a short time, don't mean it ain't waiting for each and everyone of us when our time comes.


Sincerely,


DKing
 
DKing,


Your posts ... sheesh ... I almost broke into tears with your last statements and am sitting here just short of goosebumps. It's a feeling I have come to know all too well, just waiting for them to come. They're not like regular goosebumps, they are stronger and when I get something right they get almost to the point of painful, almost like it is a measure of my ability, I don't know.


I went to check out your friend online. I have to admit that I had to ask my teenage daughter which video to watch. Of course I am familiar with him but was never a fan. I wonder if that, like so many other parts of my life, happened for a reason .. it gives me the ability to see him a first time through your eyes almost, knowing your PJ much more than the famous PJ.


What I saw was a sad, lonely kid surrounded by a bunch of people who really didn't know him, almost like he was being swallowed up by all of it. It's strange seeing into him like that, someone so many people "know".


I think the two of you are far more alike than you know, siblings in a past life, maybe (or is it probably) more. I read his last words (which are available and I could PM a link to you if you wish) and found myself wondering if they were indeed his last words ... or even if they were his words at all.


I pictured the Eagles concert, that would have been amazing. I love how they didn't bow down to those who just wanted to go home early and no doubt you probably were part of one of the most incredible concert happenings (in a positive way) ever.


I find myself torn sitting here. I need to finish formatting my book but am drawn to watch all that I can with PJ, to look into his eyes and see what he is really saying. I know I can't right now but I will get back to it.


There is what he is saying that the world sees and there is what he is saying to you. That is pretty obvious after having read your posts. I am fascinated by this thread and by your friendship with PJ. I hope it all means he's coming back to your conscious mind soon.


And kudos to your Mom. Don't ever back down from your principles, Dking. You have been entrusted with much because God knows your soul and your heart. I feel honored that you have chosen to share this with us.


I do send my condolences for your losses but, like you, know that they don't really leave us and they never are very far. I also would like to believe that God rewards the truly good ones and allows them to return to Heaven early.


And, thanks to the glimpse into your world that you have given me, I have no doubt that PJ was/is one of the truly good ones.


And most importantly, please continue ... I shall pull up my chair and await your return :)
 
I haven't been saying much because life is busy, but I've been reading every post here as well, dking. Feels like you are playing a song tuned to my soul and I resonate along with the words. I gain clarity and insight into my own tuning by seeing where your "music" takes you.


Fame has always seemed such a terrifying gift to receive, to me. It comes with the weight of hundreds, thousands, millions of masks forced over one's true face without even the chance to protest. The greater the fame, the more difficult it is to break through and be seen/accepted for who one really is ... and the ability to touch culture at its core doesn't always seem to be enough compensation. It appears to be such a simple observation.


You mentioned locking away your childhood just like a past life. Mine doesn't have a purposeful lock, I don't think, but at last you have given me a new light to shine on a possible explanation for why most of my past is sunk beneath the fogged ocean in my mind. Thank you for that. It gives me hope that one day I might draw it out so I can deal with the layers I couldn't handle back then.
 
An interesting showing of that, my niece lives in a town where there are a bunch of reality show famous children. They are very popular kids and work very hard at their sport under the guidance of a very strict teacher.


Everywhere these girls go they are inundated with requests for autographs, pictures, etc, it is sad because they are so very young (most not even teens yet). They are a part of this show because of the sport that they love.


In a conversation with my niece a while back I told her if she ever meets someone famous, not to treat them like a celebrity but a normal person. This niece is also a participant in this sport and loves it.


As luck would have it she was at a local swim park and ran into one of these reality stars. She said hello and the girl said, "Oh, I guess you want an autograph."


My niece replied, "No, I don't. You have enough of that all the time. I just wanted to say hello and compliment you on your sport. I participate in that sport as well."


The star was shocked and invited my niece to talk and to swim with her. They became friends and she is now friends online with most of the girls.


Sadly, I think that the loneliest place to be is in a crowd of people that just want something from you. I am glad for both girls that they are now friends.
 
To DKing and Mama2HRB


:thumbsup: Very well said, Mama2HRB, in reference to DKing, his recollections also sometimes bring shivers to my spine because I can identify with certain things that he posts.


DKing brings a special meaning to the phrase "Old Soul" that is applied to certain select people in our society, and while I lead a rather dull life now in retirement, I have had interesting experiences throughout my lifetime that are special to me also, ranging from OOBE's, Bi-Locations and "Messages and Warnings" and other Gifts in addition to dreams of Past Lives.


I am content to let the "Creator" send messages my way and am satisfied that the Creator will notify me when the need arises, and unlike some people who have the gift to interact with those in the Spirit World, I just have the gift "One Way" (like most people) to receive hunches and warnings which I believe, IMHO to be a throwback to our primitive past where such received information was necessary for survival.


Again I greatly admire DKing for his many experiences in his life, his posts are eye openers and instrumental in advancing our knowledge of ourselves and our world around us.


In the future I hope to learn more from him and to advance my miniscule education of the many facets of Parapsychology and to advance my knowledge.


And Mama2HRB, I greatly enjoy reading your posts in the Forum, they show an intelligence and knowledge in your writings and also show a person who is witty yet "Down to Earth", a refreshing change to the hypocrisy of our society today.


So keep doing the good work DKing and Mama2HRB, I await your posts for their refreshing look on life! :jump:
 
Thank you, Hydrolad, I am glad you are enjoying my posts. It is exactly what I need to hear today.


I am probably guilty of oversharing but I hope to help others learn and to allay their fears, as was done for me in the past.


By the way, my daughter that I speak of so much has moved back home just in time to work with me researching for my book about the flood. She is the missing piece I need to make the flood books fabulous.
 
I thought of another interesting aspect to the relationship when his spirit re-emerged into my young life at that age of 18 during that summer road trip. There was a reason for the road trip. I was on my way to see my Grandparents and bringing along a friend they wanted to meet.


I mentioned on another thread about my 'funny valentine.' My family became very actively involved in my love life at the age of 14. They gave me rules and guidelines to follow and as long as I followed their rules - I had their blessings. My Mom and Dad separated when I was 15. My Mom took active control and I felt she was leading me in the wrong direction. She wasn't trying to nurture my attraction as much as she was trying to 'uproot' it. She felt it was a 'boys will be boys' thing and she didn't want to see me hold on to it as an adult. It blew up on her and caused a big scene and many people got hurt. She changed her tune when I woke up with amnesia.


During my childhood - we had boundaries. The one line I warned my parents about was - if they ever made me go in a direction that was opposed to my heart or the advise I felt I was receiving from God - I would disown them and walk away. In the final months of 1977 (in preparation for my birthday in adulthood) my Mom crossed the line with me. I warned everyone i was about to wake up one morning and they would be virtual strangers to me because I was going to fulfill my promise and disown them.


So when I woke up with retrograde amnesia - it was certified by professionals - my Mom took me seriously and tried to make up for the wrong she had done. In the first few weeks after the amnesia - it was decided to put my Grandparents in charge of my love life. The Doctors had evaluated me and felt the 'amnesia' had handicapped me emotionally and mentally. They felt my social and personal growth was stuck at the stage and age of a 15 year old. (The age when my Mom had taken control of the situation and ran it in the wrong direction.) So, my Grandfather felt that they still had to supervise me for another three years until I was mature enough to act on my own.


My Grandpa was filled on what had been going on during those three years and tried to pick up where my parents left off. He has his own style of expression.


"When one of them young fellows goes shaking his tail feathers at you in order to get your attention on such matters, and you shaking your tail feathers back at him, you got to get on the telephone and tell me best you can were you two are at chasing that attraction down for yourselves."


My Dad had already established an understanding with my paternal Grandmother and my maternal grandparents that he was setting me up for a 'family ceremony.' My Dad said he felt the main purpose of a marriage was for a person to make a public commitment to God in front of his family. He told me,


"I raised up as your primary guardian. My understanding is that when you come up age, I am to hand that commitment over to God. That is what a marriage is for a parent. When I see you make your vows to God with a partner by your side, then I can retire some from my worries about knowing you have turned your life over to a higher authority.'


My Mom was taking her 'devils advocate' role too seriously and had crossed the line in an effort to destroy that goal my Dad had in mind with my Grandparents blessings.


Of course, my Mom hated this 'new friend' of mine, but she wouldn't try and interfere with it. "Call your Grandpa and tell him what is going on. I done expressed my feelings to him about this. I think you just testing me and paying me back. Go back to one of them other three feelings. I am ready to give you my blessing any of those three. You just doing this to spite. Call your Grandpa NOW."


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My young friend had that 'David Lee Roth' look and attitude about him. I was on my way to being a front man for a band and I needed a guitarist. He was a 'rock' guitarist and had the same aspirations I had about being in a band.


We stopped off for an Aerosmith concert and when they sang an old tune by my 'famous friend' that is when his spirit showed up. Earlier in the show - I thought I had seen an 'impersonator' on stage and mentioned to my friend. He had seen him. Then I started hearing his voice load and clear in my head. It was as if he was standing right behind making comments about the band on stage. I kept asking my friend, "Did you hear that? Did you see that impersonator behind me talking to me?"


After the show, I still had another 300 miles to go to get my Grandparents and that is when his spirit showed up in my back seat chattering away like he knew me. As far as my mind was concerned, he was a complete stranger to me.


One of the reasons I started calling him a nag, was - he was my chaperon.


"You tell your Grandpa, I got a watchful eye on you. I ain't going to let you get away with anything you ain't supposed to be getting away with."


Of course, when I asked my young friend if he could hear or see what I was hearing and seeing, he started to ridicule me some. He said,


"I sure don't want to turn around and see some fat dead man sitting in your back seat - talking to you -- or me for that matter. What is it you 'think' he is saying to you?"


I told my friend,


"I don't think you want to hear."


"I do want to hear or I wouldn't be asking."


"Well, you asked for it. He says I should just stop the car right now and kick you out. He says my Mom has better words she uses on you than he has in his mind about you."


Of course when I arrived at my Grandparents farm, I was curious and took my Grandfather to the side. I asked him if he knew this famous person. My Grandfather said,


"Is it alright to talk about him again. You done put the word out in the family his name wasn't supposed to be mentioned to you."


"You got me curious now. Tell me everything."


He wanted to know why the subject was coming up so he knew how to handle the delicate topic with me. I told him what happened to me at the concert and how I looked up in my rear-view mirror to see him looking back at me.


"I was just trying to figure out why this dead man felt he had a right to impose himself on our families business and offer me any type of advise. I don't know that I need to go outside my family to get any advise on that topic, and if I did, I don't know that I would go running to a famous dead man for it. He kept on talking like he knew you and that you knew him. Told me to tell you to talk to Grandma about it in your own way - so she want worry about it so much - knowing his on the job looking over my shoulder some. Says if I get the wrong idea about about it - he was there to snatch it out of me as quick as he could and remind me to follow your advise and rules."


So that is the main reason I called him a 'nag.' He was my personal chaperone during three year period up to the age of 21 acting on my family's behalf for the sake of their best interest. My Chaperone's prediction came true. My Grandparents didn't like my young friend and sided with my Mom.


"He is not right for you Grandson. He is just out to use you."


My Grandmother was telling me to wash him right out of my hair as quick and fast as I possibly could.


Sincerely


DKing
 
So, when I crossed paths with the minds of leadership in 1980 and my Grandfather told me to tell them everything - this was one of the aspects that got their attention.


My parents and Grandparents said they felt they first started seeing the 'writing' on the wall about my up and coming same gender attraction when I was 8 years old. They had choose to ignore it as long as they could until it blew up on them when I was 14. I felt it was a part of me as a child - when I was still full of innocence.


My famous friend was with me from the age of 8 until the age of 13. I think he too saw the 'writing on the wall' and that is why he felt it was best we parted company with one another during my 'coming of age' years. He told me he felt I needed to form a close bond with peers my own age.


When it came out when I was 14 - one of the first questions asked was, "Did he put you up to this? Did that grown man put strange ideas in your head?"


I told them, "I don't know that I said anything to him about that I hadn't always said to everyone else in my family. I don't know that he reacted to it any differently that any of ya'll did. He just changed the subject."


His spirit wasn't a part of my life from the age of 13 to the age of 18. When his spirit came back into my life, he took the same stand my grandparents and parents had. I had to follow the rules and not 'get carried' in the wrong direction with. So, the conversations I had with his spirit after the age of 18 concerning that matter was using the same lingo my Grandfather used - to save me from any embarrassment.


I really couldn't understand what they meant by 'wrong direction' back then. I was sheltered and very naive when it came to others in that community. It was only after my Grandfather insisted I check out that 'community' that I came to understand what they meant by 'wrong direction.' The actual word for the wrong direction they refereed to was 'promiscuous.' I was totally naive to physical attraction and had no idea what that meant. I was into a 'soul attraction' and I had no idea why my parents or family thought I could be led into it for any other reason. Of course, I did interviews at night clubs and found out how odd and weird it was for them when I told them my family knew ever detail about my love life. (We used metaphors and not crude, rude or lewd language.) They knew who I had intimate relations with. They knew my primary goal in mind was to find the one person I felt I was meant to share my heart and soul with. I wasn't about to let myself get confused and make the secondary objective my primary goal.


I remember being at one night club trying to ask questions and my 'famous friend' was along. He told me,


"I am going to go wait in the car. There ain't one fellow in her right for you - so - I expect you to return to the car alone."


Of course, I was getting the wrong kind of proposals left and right. I would just tell them my family knew I had came out to the night club and wasn't worried about me - because they had sent along a family chaperone and he was sitting in the car waiting for me.


My family said they would let go of it when I reached the age of 21. They felt if they had a free hand in guiding and instructing me during those three years - what they taught me would stick and I would know enough to follow their advise from there on out.


My chaperone didn't agree with that. He stuck with me until I was 26 years old.


At the age of 21, I was speaking to a young fellow about the subject matter and he was suggesting a proposal to me. I told him,


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"Boy, if you only knew the sight I have in my eyes right now, you would see who I am looking at standing behind you peeking over your shoulder right now shaking his head no. You ain't got a snowball's chance with me."


So, during that period from age 18 to age 26, I wasn't happy to see him coming sometimes, because I knew he was coming with a cold bucket of ice water and had a way of cooling me.


Of course, two years later - I finally ran into the one whom I felt my heart and soul was promised to - and the person I asked him to thank was the person whom I felt kept me 'pure' for the moment ahead. My famous friend had promised me I would be grateful to meet the soulmate of my life - and know I had kept myself pure for the moment. I told my funny valentine,


"You don't know you have this person to thank, but I do. I don't know where he is or what he is up to because he finally gave me my privacy a few years ago --- but I need to hear you say it more for myself than for you. You got to thank him out loud by his given name."


It is nice to finally put it in perspective and understand the love that went into me calling him a 'nag' as much as I did during that period. I didn't count myself lucky or blessed back then, but - I finally see just how lucky I was.


Sincerely,


DKing
 
There is another memory that came to the surface that ties into reincarnation. I had discovered a past life persona - where my soul had worn the mask of an ancient warrior who was a skilled and lethal expert in martial arts.


I never showed my parents what I could do. They never asked. Of course, when my famous friend showed up in my young life at the age of 8 - I told him about what I could remember and he asked me to demonstrate what I knew from that 'time I lived before.' I can recall him telling him,


"I know a little about martial arts and will tell if you've had any training before."


After I showed him what I could do -with the limited recall in place - he told me,


"Boy, if I had been in my body right now - I would had to have changed my britches. How in the world? Your beyond black belt."


I was 'rusty' with it and not sure what I was doing when I called that 'past life' persona to mind again. He set me up with practice techniques that I would hone in on.


I would practice alone with no one around. At the age of nine, I could line up a row of grey cylinder blocks and go down the line and demolish them. I would take '4 X 4's' and go down the line and turn them into splinters.


I think it was his suggestion, "You might want to keep this sort of thing away from the sight of your Mom and Dad. You might want to find a way to prepare them for this sight. The sight of you doing what you do would put the fear of God in anyone. I don't think your Mom or Dad needs to see this. Tell them I am helping you with it best I can for self-defense -- but don't put on NO show for them."


I didn't get to put on a demonstration until I was around 13. I got a paper route and the newspaper held a martial arts training class. The instructor asked if any of us had been given lessons from a qualified teacher in the past. I wasn't supposed to talk about my 'secret friendship' or what we spoke about or did together outside my family. I had told my family I didn't like the idea of lying about it. They told me that in this case - I had to avoid the question by changing the subject.


A boy cheated and had thrown an 'illegal' punch at me - and I took it on myself to teach that boy a lesson and show him what I was made of - and had hidden inside. If he was going to be throwing illegal punches my way - I threw one back at him and stop short about a 'hair' in front of his face. I think I had been wanting to test what my 'famous friend' had said. He said the sight of me coming at him full throttle would make him lose control of his bladder. That boy wet himself right there in front of the whole class. My instructor went ballistic and pulled me to the side. Asking me all sorts of questions about what he had just witnessed with his own eyes. All my classmates later said they couldn't believe their eyes. I acted dumb and told the instructor he had to talk to my parents about such matters.


Truth was, they had no idea what I could do with my spirit. If I sent my spirit out ahead of me - my body had no choice but to follow.


What they said they saw was my body do back flips about 10 feet, then jumped in the air about 10 feet and then shot at him with my fist out. I had came down at a 45 degree angle and at the speed of a bullet. They said all they saw was a 'streak light' like a blur come at him and stopped like it had hit a brick wall. There was no doubt in anyone's mind that if my fist had of hit him at full throttle. My instructor said,


"I thought you was going to knock his head off him. My mind was expecting to see that and shocked when it didn't."


I laughed and told him,


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"That ain't the punch you throw to get a fellow's head of his body. If I had been out to get his head off his shoulders, I would have came at him a whole different way. I was just trying to put a scare in him and teach him a lesson. I bet you he ain't going to be throwing a punch below the belt again anything soon."


That incident gave me a reputation around two schools. The martial arts instructor changed his mind about reincarnation and talked to my parents and grandparents about what he witnessed. My Dad started asking me questions and I asked him,


"Do you want to see it with your own eyes?"


My Dad said,


"NO, no. Son, I am going to have to take your teachers word on this one."


I told my Dad that my famous friend had told me it wasn't something either my Mom would be too happy to see. My instructor had asked me what I knew about a maneuver that would take man's head off in a matter of seconds and why that sort of move was necessary. I asked,


"If you was facing 100 enemies and they was determined to do you and your family harm - you would be outnumber and outgunned. You now how to make 99 of them turn tail and run leaving a cloud of dust behind hoping that dust is going to cover their retreat?"


He asked me to explain it. I told him,


"You pick out the meanest, biggest and baddest fellow in the whole lot and you aim at his head. The minute you tear it off in front of his comrades in arms - you throw that head in their direction. It is instinct that will come over a man's body just like a knee jerk. His mind might be trying to tell him to stand his ground, but his body ain't going to listen. Those fellows will be a mile away from you in the opposite direction before then even think enough to take back control of the body again to get them feet to stop them from moving. If you want to see them high tailing again - all you got to do is let out a big old howling yell and them boys will be moving again."


My instructor listened to many tales I had about not only this type of maneuver on the front lines of a battle, but many, many others. I was only 13 years at the time so - that worked to buffer his senses some - but he was horrified and couldn't image any young child walking around with access to that sort of imagery in their young minds.


That is when my parents started taking my 'tales' of reincarnation very seriously. From the age of 8 to the age of 13, my mentor and instructor in martial arts had been my 'famous friend.' When we parted company that year - that is when that side of me was exposed and it was decided I needed another instructor to help 'tone' down that sort of skill from a past life. The best way to put their role - was to help me clarify the 'rules of engagement' in this life time.


Of course, in 1980 the league of government minds took this testimony very, very seriously. A part of the investigation that led them back to the two towns I had lived in was to ask many questions - not only about the drive by sighting, but to look up my old martial arts instructor to clarify the details he gathered up in his research - as well as talk to the other classmates who witnessed that 'back flip' and flight through the air that day. By the age of 20, I had three instructors in three different cities. I had put on a demonstrations for all three of them. The G-men where just running behind to get proper documentation for the sake of the future.


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You can see where and how I sparked an interest in government minds. The same minds who are responsible for calling young men across our nation to arms in times of crisis when our Country goes on the defense. I asked them why they were taking such an interest in all this - when I had nothing but a hard time growing trying to get people to take me seriously.


I was told that when the recruitment call call and young men across the nation were put into service - there were various positions to be filled. Some in support operations and others on the front line in mortal combat. If the son of a Dairy Farmer from Wisconsin was put into uniform - there was a process to see where he was best qualified to serve. If there was a way for the government to determine who had served in a military conflict in the past - then tons of experience could be added to the front lines to strengthen our defenses.


I think the motto along the lines of war - is - hope for best but prepare for the worst. Hope for peace but prepare for war. The history of the world is full of battle zones - and each and every solider who died in combat - is going to make it back to the world again - in a new body and a new life. This was all a apart of the 'three year' - crammed into three month crash course I had to go through.


I started this post with the memory of my times with my 'famous friend' during childhood. Of course, I asked him to show me some of his moves. After he was finished, he asked me what I thought. I was shaking my head at him and said,


"Man, you is too slow. Is that as fast as you can move, or just trying to slow it down for me to see something. Because I am telling you, if I was to be called to battle in this life, I would be hoping all my enemies move as slow as you. Is you trying to fool me some saving the real deal in case we ever go in battle against one another. If not, you better slow yourself down from showing that sort of thing off to people. Your enemies catch sight of that - you better show them as little as possible and save the real deal for when they come at you. If that is all you have, you might want to take up jogging and get some feet on you to get you out of harms way when it comes calling on you. Pitiful man. Pitiful. Pitiful."


Years later, when I was a teenager there was some sort of show on TV where my famous friend was doing some sort of kick as a demonstration. My family was there and I said,


"I think that boy just better stick with letting his bodyguards do his fighting. He is going to be in trouble if a real warrior comes after him. Pitiful. Pitiful. Pitiful."


My family was looking at me odd and I turned to them said,


"It ain't anything I haven't said to him to his face. He better buy him some running shoes."


There was a time during the period from 78 to 81, where he showed up one day in spirit and was grinning ear to ear. He told me to look down and he had on some fancy looking sneakers. He was the only one who ever came to me all dressed up in worldly clothes all the time. He was making a joke about things I had said to him in the past. I got the impression that either he was being told things by my 'guides' about some of the funny things I said in his absence. He told me he had something he wanted to talk to me about and wasn't sure how I was going to react - so - he came prepared just case I marked him as enemy that day. It was a joke of course, and he was just trying to trigger recall.


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I was wondering why - when I see him in any type of karate uniform - the first words to pop in my mind was 'pitiful.' I had poured over some images I found on the Internet a few days ago and when I saw him in a Karate uniform - I was shaking my head saying pitiful and couldn't understand where that came from.


I don't have a clear memory of what past lives we did share, but I told him I was willing to bet my bottom dollar - we were never comrade in arms. I told him to stick to dancing because he might charm his enemies - way quicker than he could out fight them.


There was never any mistake between us - who was the better fighter - even as a child. I can recall telling him, 'I have earned the bragging rights among my peers as a lover and a fighter. You might want to consider just sticking to the lover part. Leave the real fighting to the big boys."


Just a small example of the affectionate ways I tried to put him in his place and not 'inflate' his ego about celebrity or fame. He always laughed about it - so - it was all in jest and fun.


Sincerely,


DKing
 
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