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Talking to Dead People......

When I was 8, my Grandmother bought me a record player and some 45's. The Doctors had tried to prescribe painkillers the size of a horse pill. I took them a few times, but I ended up wetting myself for it. The neighbors were calling the police because of my screams of pain. They thought some type of abuse was going on. My Grandmother felt the songs would drown out my cries - and help calm my nerves. She said, "Music always helps calm my nerves down."


The Doctors had tried to explain to my parents what was causing the pain that led to the seizures. The damage to my heart was such the nerves were exposed some way. My Grandmother just felt music calmed the nerves. She brought me a collection of artists that was revelant to the times. The most were by a fellow from my hometown by the name of Buddy Holly. Maybe Baby,

.) Those 45 LP's became my medicine. Depending on how much pain I felt I was in for when the seizure hit, would determine which record I reached for.
So after I established the relationship at 8 - I got in the habit of asking my famous friend to sing me a song. You can imagine the look that would come over his face when I asked,


"Sing that song Buddy sings to me all the time."


That is how I looked at it. Buddy was at my beck and call 24 hours a day. All I had to do was put that needle on the record and Buddy's voice was serenading me helping to ease my pain. He would give me a funny look when I requested some of the songs. Eventually my favorite request was one he said knew by heart. "Hey, why don't you sing that Elvis song, "Trying to Get to You." He would change the lyrics around for me. There was a line on the record that said, Lord above me knows I love you, It was He who brought me through. He would sing, "It was He who brought me to you." If he didn't put the right amount of heart, soul and energy into it, I would tell him, "Hey, that didn't sound right. You need to start over again. I can get a better sound come out of my phonograph than the sound that just came out of you."


I was raised up on that song. After my amnesia, and his spirit came to me - he was always asking, "You want to hear that song you used to hound me for when you was a kid? That should remind of the past." I would never let him sing it to me as an adult. There were reasons why - related to my 'amnesia' and keeping the layers intact. "Well, kid you got to let me know something. It sort of breaks my heart to hear you refuse that one." I told him, "That is sacred. I don't want you to mess that one up for me. If you feel a need to bust out a tune, pick anyone you want but stay away from that one. I got a special thing in mind for that song. A surprise. I don't want you to go and spoil my surprise. Best to leave that memory pure and pristine." I would wait for him to look at me by turning his head to the side and studying me.


"I ain't lost all my memories. It was supposed to be a surprise for you and not your dang ghost."


I think that is why all these memories are flooding back to me in the moment. I think the day and hour of keeping that promise to him - is fast approaching some where off in the near future.


Sincerely,


DKing
 
I have remembered something over the years and it didn't make sense to me until just now.


I could always remember a moment when I was 16 when I was at work one evening. I had gone into the back room and sang a song to the point that it moved me to tears. Even after my amnesia, I could recall singing that song that night. I knew the song. It was my maternal grandmother's favorite song and one of the few songs I knew all the lyrics to. I felt I had known it since I was a child. I felt I had used to sing it to someone but when I asked my Grandmother about it, she couldn't remember me singing it to her. It was a song by Hank Williams. When ever I heard that song - it would touch a nerve inside of me and I knew there was hidden memories attached to it - but I could never figure out why.


I stumbled across a recording of a performance from 1973. It was the one he told me about when he came for his last visit during childhood. He showed off his new costume and was telling me to watch the show when I could because there was a surprise in the show just for me.


When I was a child and criticized his singing - he asked me if I could sing. I told him I could sing a song for him but I had never sang it for anyone before. I had just sang it for myself. He asked me to give it my best shot and he would give me his opinion of my singing voice and style. The song was "I Am so Lonesome I could Cry." I had my head down when I started the tune. At one point I looked up and saw tears in his eyes. I started crying while I sang it to him. After I was finished, he asked me why I sang that song to myself. I told him I felt someone knew how I felt and put it in a song. All I wanted to do was hurry up and get my pain over with and just die and not have to come back into this world anymore just to die all over again the next week, or month. I felt I was losing the will to live and I just wanted to it hurry up and lose it. I wasn't tired of watching my tears. I was tired of watching my Momma and Daddy shed their tears. I felt if I could hurry up and die - they wouldn't have to cry for me no more. That is what motivated all the conversations that came later in his effort to find me a good reason to live. That is when the idea of a 'secret agent' came into play.


Now I remember why I was in the back room that night in 1976 singing that song. It was the night of the concert when he came to town. I couldn't get off and I was stuck at work.


Prior to the show being broadcast on TV in 1973, I had ran to my Dad and told him what my famous friend had told me. He was going to sing me a song. It was the song I had once sang for him. I knew the name of the song and my entire family sat around the TV watching him sing his songs. The moment came when he sang that song and I burst into tears. He had told me that he would be thinking of me when he sang that song and he wanted it so I could see it with my own eyes - with him in the flesh. He told me it was like 'secret sign language' and only him and I would know what it meant.


My Dad had told me after the amnesia - that - my parents had lingering doubts prior to the night of that broadcast. After that night, he said they never doubted me again. My Dad and Mom said they heard me sing for the first time that night. I stood up and sang right along with him. I never sang that song in front of anyone again after that show. He asked why I wouldn't sing it again like I had during that show. I told him, "The only person I have the mind or heart to sing it to is him. If I get grown and my looks change up on him, he is going to know me if I sing that song to him. He said he would never forget it as long as he lived."


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Did anyone else at the end of the above post say


Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo ................ not continued ..... I need to read more NOW! LOL


This is my favorite thread ever on this site. Thanks for continuing to share, dking.


By the way, did you seem to communicate with your famous friend mostly on Sunday?
 
Sorry, I got sort of overwhelmed yesterday and had to walk away from it. There are two versions of the show. One was televised and one was a rehearsal that wasn't released until much later. I have never seen the 'rehearsal' version of that song. There is a lot of emotion poured into that version.


I am relying on the Internet as far as history is concerned. He told me he had a 'show that was in the can' that hadn't been shown yet. That matches up exactly with the history associated with it. My parents thought there was no way I could have known he was going to sing that song....but in reality - many people thought it was live - but - it wasn't. The point it mute, but I can recall 'debating' this with my parents. Maybe they found out it wasn't live.


Yesterday, I saw the rehearsal version for the first time - and that kicked me in my heart.

Mama2HRB said:
By the way, did you seem to communicate with your famous friend mostly on Sunday?
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My Mom asked me this question because he came at me during the day mostly - and it could be any day. She asked how he could 'leave' like he did during the day all the time. I think he had odd hours anyway, but he told me to tell my Mom, we didn't communicate in worldly time. He told me,


"Tell her we speak on the Lord's time."


It was an 'eternal' type of transmission. He could 'broadcast' on his end 'two hours' before - and I wouldn't hook up with it until two hours later.


This was at a time when my Mom was convinced I was speaking to him - and thought it was 'more real' than spiritual and wanted to catch him for an autograph - so - she was trying to figure out a pattern. There was no pattern.


The only pattern was my 'near-death's.' Either I was going to call him to me - or - if I got outside of my body - I was in a rush to pay him a visit. Those 'visits' are what sort of 'friegtened' him. He would be busy and awake doing his thing and look up to see the 'spirit' of 'ghostly child' popping it's head around corner saying, "Peek-a-boo - I see you, now come and find me, bet you can't." That was the game I had started playing at the age of six when I found myself at the electric plant one night - and would play it with the nurses when I went to the hospital during my 'out of body' experiences to 'witness' other people passing over.


I think I shared the story on the board about the passing of my best friend when I was in 2nd. (This happened around the same time I first met my famous friend.) I was upset because I felt 'he didn't call me' to him when he passed over. I didn't recall the 'spiritual trip' to his bedside until after I got the news of his passing. So, I had gotten upset over nothing. The only person I ever spoke to in length and detail about my 'best friends' passing was him. I wouldn't talk to my Mom or Dad about it because I thought I was going to get in trouble for it.


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I get the impression - that is what happened when I got so upset with him the day he passed away. If anyone in this world knew about that - he should of. I don't have a memory of it ever being 'revealed to me' in 1977 or during our later visits - but - that was the impression I got. A memory was hidden away some where - where my spirit had been called out to be there to greet him on the other side when he passed. Maybe that this 'avalanche' of recall is about. Maybe I am finally going to uncover and unlock that memory. The only way I know that to be possible is if - I spoke to someone verbally about it. That is what I called 'placing a breadcrumb.' It has to be attached (or tied to) a physical memory or 'surface' memory. Sort of like 'markers' or 'buoys' you place on the surface of a body of water. I had to have a 'conscious' memory in place find the line underneath the surface that led to the 'unconscious' memory. There was only one person I would have revealed any secret 'attachment' to.


Like the song I sang the night of the concert in 1976. That was a physical memory and what I called a 'buoy' marker. I did intentionally for that reason. I felt if he went back to the 'old way' and sent his spirit to me - it was a good possibility I wouldn't remember it clearly in the future - but - I would remember singing that song.


For many years, I recalled stepping out of my house (in 1973) and staring up at a building studying a 'cable box.' I poured emotion into that moment so I wouldn't ever forget it. For years, I could recall running out side and starring up at that cable box for the longest time, but couldn't remember why. It was a 'bouy' or marker. I didn't want to forget how he had sent that song to me. Through the 'cable box.'


I know my history. This sort of thing happens when I am being led into something. Usually I have my head down concentrating and I run into something like a brick wall - or something massive - I wasn't expecting. If I had been expecting it - I would ran the opposite direction.


It is like I am being 'lured' or 'baited' into something - massive. I know how my spirit works and my spirit knows me. My attitude is 'what are you getting me into now?"


I am very grateful for the fellowship of the friends here on the board to help me walk through this sort of metaphysical and mystical journey.


Sincerely,


DKing
 
At the age of 13, placing buoys' or markers was something I knew how to do very well. It was something my 'spirit guides' had instructed me on at great length through the years.


After the 'amnesia' my parents were asking for details of what I could remember. There was a 'collection' of photograph images I could access - and starring at that cable box was one of them. When I tried to describe the 'photographic image' they could determine the apartment we lived in from 1972 to 1974 but nothing more. I could remember a cable box - but - I couldn't remember anything about them.


The cable box was a great metaphor actually to what I was trying to do. I was staring forward at a physical object - and their was a line running overhead and behind me. That is the metaphor. I was trying to put in place - there was a line that led to something behind. I wasn't trying to recall what was in front of me as much as I tying a line to the objects hidden behind me.


Same thing with the 'near-death' experiences. It is very easy to recall the drama, trauma and emotional attachment to a moment when you body goes 'lifeless' in a medical emergency. Once you leave the 'physical body' the memories are not being recorded in a 'physical or conscious' manner. My understanding of it - it do be done with an 'emtional attachment' more so than a 'mental attachment.'


When I had my NDE's - there was a 'line' or 'boundary' where I would be 'freed' from 'emotional attachment.' Those memories were going to be very hard to get access to in the future. (So, my spirit guides had warned.)


As a child, I didn't want to stay in the 'emotional zone' any longer than I had to. My 'spirit guides' were trying to work to get me to slow down - in an effort to retain memories of the experiences.


One example would be a situation my Grandmother put me in. She was afraid of my spirit roaming the 'world' or the world to come as a child. She felt I needed 'adult supervision.' I was trying to tell her, "I am GROWN on the other side. I don't need grown-up holding me hand. That would just slow me down."


My Grandmother knew of someone she trusted who had passed away. "He came from a good Christian family, so I know he wouldn't be out lead you astray. If I hear you tell me you met up with him out there, then I know your in good hands and will not worry about it as much."


I had a 'sezuire' and was outside my body and was about to take off 'running' to do the morphing process when I looked and saw two of my 'guides' standing in front of me with their hands out saying "halt." My attitude was, 'What the heck? What are you fellows doing here." I didn't even need spirit guides to hold my hand to morph to the 'rocket ship' I became as a free spirit. It was a shock and surprise to see anyone from the other side at that stage of my personal NDE's. The babysitter my Grandmother wanted to hold hands with for awhile was standing out underneath a tree in the front yard. My attitude was, "Get out of my way. I don't need him. Send him away. I will met up with him when I get home."


I wouldn't be able to tell my Grandmother anything about this fellow - if - the meeting took place while I was free from emotional attachment and had left the mentality I had as a child behind me. I had to stand grounded in a 'human form' and image with that 'emotional and mental' attachment in place. When I returned to that physical body and mind - it would be easy to compartmentalize that 'out of body' type experience into the mental and conscious mind to share the details with my Grandmother.


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Years later, after the amnesia - one of the retained memories was standing underneath a tree talking to a fellow about something important. I could recall the tree, the yard around me - but I couldn't recall his face or features because he was 'behind me.'


Now, I can recall that when I returned to the body (after the seizure was over) I got up out of my bed and physical walked outside and placed myself underneath that tree - and poured emotion into the moment in a physical sense and duplicated the conversation in my conscious mind so I could tell my Grandmother I had met up with her babysitter and give her the details so she wouldn't worry about me - or - send me any more babysitters.


This incident took place prior to meeting my 'famous friend.'


When I met up with my Grandmother after my encounter with the babysitter - she was overjoyed. My Grandmother carried on and was glad to hear he was doing okay. He had died at a young age. He old to me since I was a child, but he was only 22 and that would be about the age his spirit appeared to me. His spirit had to come into the 'emotional zone' and appear to me in human form just as he had appeared in physical life. He had to 'prove' himself to me - so - I could tell my Grandmother it was really him and that I hadn't been fooled. I got the impression from my Grandmother that she knew him, but when I spoke to his spirit - I didn't get the impression he knew her the same way. When I asked her about that, she told me he had a radio show in town and she would listen to him on his show. She didn't know his family directly but they lived in town still. My Grandmother wanted to know if I would talk to his Mama and tell her some of the things I had told her. I told my Grandmother,


"He was expecting you to say that because he done went and gave me a message to pass on to her - in case you was to think of that. He told me that if you was to think of that, I was to thank you kindly on his behalf."


It was not the first time in my young life where I was asked to pass on a message from the other side. I was asked to speak to my best friends Mom for him, after he passed over. I can recall my Grandmother filling this woman in on the telephone about my 'medical crisis's' and the strange, weird and mysterious things that were happening. She told her about my young friends death and how I had helped another grieving mother deal with the loss of her young son. I can recall now they used a lot of 'religious lingo' and recall "testing the spirit" sort of thing. Eventually I was handed the telephone and told, "Mind your manners. She is an elder to you."


I recall one of the things she said was, "I hear you think you have spoken to my boy." I told her, "I don't know about that. I didn't speak to no boy on this. Who I spoke to looked like a man to me. If he was a boy when you last saw him, he done went and grown some on you. Looked fully grown to me. Acted it to."


I had already had experience. It had been less than a year since I had stood with my best friends Mom and acted as a 'go-between.' The only difference was, I didn't know this woman. As I was speaking the image (or spirit) of this 22 year old 'babysitter' of mine showed up in the room. He put his finger to his mouth and motioned for me to continue my conversation on the phone and not to allow his appearance to interrupt me none. The same thing had happened when the spirit of my best friend had showed up just a few months prior. (May have been a year or so.)
 
At one point she was questioning me and said something like, "How do you know what you saw was my Son." "It ain't what I saw that counts in this moment. It is what I am seeing. He is standing right here with me right now." She asked, "Well, how do I know this?" He whispered for me to tell her something on his behalf and she gasped. "How did you know to say that. The only one who ever said that to me is my Son." "I didn't know to say it to you. Did you hear what I said? He is standing right here right now - telling me what to say to you. He is putting words in my mouth to put into your ears. That is all I know how to do."


The tune of the conversation switch and she was convinced - just like the Mother of my best friend - that I had sight and sound of the Son she had buried.


One of the details that pop into my mind all these years later, is that she was concerned about how he looked to me. "Does he looked disfigured in any way. Does he carry any scars on him that you can see?'


I didn't know why this was an important question and she told me, "I don't know if you know how my Son died, but he died in very horrible accident. His body was disfigured from it."


I was motioning for him to turn around so I could get a look at him. "He looks fit as a fiddle to me. All the parts are there. That ain't how it works anyway. The outside part is what you leave behind. The inside part is what you take with you. What ever damage got done to the outside - didn't reach the inside of him none. What I see of him now, if he was to go walking around in an effort to catch him a girlfriend, he should have no problem with that. Some of them girls would see a handsome young man in their eyes. If you is worried about him being alone on the other side, he should attract company to him like bees to honey."


We talked for awhile longer and she was a very happy person which reminded me of the Mother of my best friend. I had empathy at the time because everyone was telling me that my own Mom was preparing herself to bury her firstborn Son. I was wondering if this is how it worked. I took comfort in knowing that I would be able to return (in case the Doctors where right) and let my own Mom know I was okay. My Grandmother sat me down in the living room and spoke to me for a long time about what had just happened. She felt it was some sort of miracle.


Years later, after my amnesia - I visited my Grandmother house and when I saw the telephone on the nightstand in her bedroom - I could remember standing there looking at the wall as a child - talking to a woman. I couldn't remember any other detail about it other than that. I couldn't remember anything about my own Grandmother - but I could recall that telephone. It was a 'bouy' to me. In 1978, my Grandfather gave me the impression she could recall all the details of that day. She had a big grin on her face recalling it. She told me,


"You got a surprise waiting for you ahead somewhere. I don't want to spoil it for you. When the time comes, just remember what we talked about. It is in God's hands now. You will remember it when God feels a need for you to."


I must have had some access to the memory when I moved away from my hometown in 1978. People would ask me what city I was from and when there heard me mention the city - they would always ask me the same question.


A short time later, when my 'famous friend' showed up and became an active part of my life - the subject came up one day. I was always asking him to sing one of Buddy's songs. If he did, I would tell him, "Buddy don't sing it nothing like that." Then, I would go on about how Buddy thought about music and how a song was supposed to be sang. My famous friend looked at me with an odd look and sort of jerked his head back some.


"You talk like you knew Buddy."


I told him,


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"I should know him. He was my babysitter once. Got my granny to thank for that. I know him as much today as I did yesterday. I ain't stopped knowing him." (I didn't know why he said 'knew' in the past tense as if I had stopped knowing him.")


He shook his hand and asked what year I was born. I told him and he said that Buddy died a year before I was born. I told him, "I didn't meet him before his plane crash. I met up with him afterwards. He has got a body just like the body you come to me in. I thought you knew about it. He told me I was going to be running into you in the future. Told me to tell you hey. I thought you already knew since you is coming to me in sort of the same way."


He shook his head and told me his mind was completely in the dark about that one and pressed me to tell him the details of the story. I told me to remind you of how you two met up when he was living here in this world. When I look back now on the memory - it just confirms that my 'famous friend' was totally attached to his mortal, mental and emotional mind - because he was shocked at my story - and shocked when I told him intimate details of the time he and Buddy met in my hometown - 5 years prior to me being born. I had assumed that he had 'sight of the metaphysical truths' while coming to me and was 'acting dumb' about it.


"He told me he was going to step aside and let me have my time with you. I just thought you knew about it before you got to me."


He had a great deal of respect and admiration for Buddy as an artist. He told me that if Buddy's life hadn't been cut short like it had - he was going to be his main competition. Instead, of coming from his old friend, that competition came in the form of four lads whom he considered distant cousins and a friend to rock and roll - but as far his mind was concerned his main foes. That is where the whole strategy and battle plan had its foundation. Them 'British' were planing another invasion and trying take over property that belonged on American soil and in American hands. They were trying to 'steal' rock and roll right out from under our 'noses.' He looked at me like a 'secret weapon.'


If I look back on it and know what was going on in my mind at the time - and how my famous friend came along - he just jumped on the coat tails of something "Charles" and I had going on for ourselves anyway. He was upset about his family being 'cheated' out of an inheritance through 'royalty' rights. He wasn't concerned about 'enemies' from abroad as much as enemies that had already infiltrated the business - cheating honest hard working folks out of their 'honest pay.' When my 'famous fiend' found out about it - he wanted to know what "Charles' had in mind for me to do.


"Same thing as with his Momma. I am supposed to run into some fellows down the road somewhere and when I do, I am supposed to pass on some messages to them to help them from being 'taken' like he felt he was taken.'


"Is that a fact. Well, I can see where he is coming from. When is the next time your going to speak to Charles."


I told him I didn't know to look him up before my Grandmother sent him to be my babysitter but - now that I knew of him, I looked him up every time I went home. (Referring to my near-death experiences.)


"Well, next time you go home, look up Charles for me and ask him if he minds if I join in on the campaign you two have planned. I would like to be able to put my 2 cents in on this."


I did as I was asked and when I hooked up again with my 'famous friend' I told him,


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"He said to tell you - he was counting on you to do just that."


So that was part of the secrecy involved. He didn't want them British boys to figure out we had an open line of communication with the 'Maestro' of rock and roll himself.


"The less they know about that - the better. It will work against our cause to have that known just yet. Surprise attack."


To me and my young mind, it was like having another kid around playing in the back yard, playing war games with a group of kids from the across the street. Huddled up with sticks drawing out our plans in the dirt looking over our shoulders to make sure there were no 'spy's' around to spoil our attack any. Then, erasing the outlines we had drawn in the dirt to make sure no spy's came about and getting an idea of the strategy we had in mind to 'beat' back that invasion.


It was a kids game that was going to turn into something real when I grew up into the world.


When I got on the telephone with a teenager from Seattle in 1986 - he asked where I was from. I told him and the first question out of his mouth was, "Did you know Buddy." My response was, "As a matter of fact, he was my babysitter once." The teenager from Seattle said, "I got to hear this story." That is how it started. It was only after I got finished telling him the story of my 'near-death experience' encounter with the Maestro of rock and roll - that my famous friend came waltzing into the room. I told my Seattle friend,


"That was only the first act. The second act just showed up to close the show."


I can recall my famous friend telling me,


"In life or in death, Buddy aint never closed one of my shows. No, you tell him Buddy's story first to get him warmed up for my story. Buddy will understand. If had lived longer, maybe it would work the other way around, but - it worked out like it did. I get to close that story line."


Even after they passed away - they were still fussing about who gets first billing.


I can recall my Seattle friend asking me,


"Do you think people are going to be able to believe this sort of story in the future."


I told him,


"It don't matter what people believe. What people believe don't change the truth of it any. Whether on not they want to believe the truth - ain't my problem. That is their problem. Let them work on that for themselves. I got my own problems to work out and don't need to take on the world's problems for myself to get where I am going with it."


My Seattle friend asked where I was going with it. I told him,


"I got a couple of boys from my childhood. We started a game together and we aim to finish it. When I is done, I am going to be running to home base and when I get there - there is going to be a couple of boys as excited as I am - looking back at how done got in there, cross the enemy lines and kicked some British cousins right square in their behind - knowing they never knew it was coming. What people believe or don't believe ain't going to change how we dance our victory dance together on the other side. Question I got on my mind right now is - is you in or is you out. You want in on that victory dance or not."


He told me,


"There ain't a musician in the world who would be fool enough to pass up a chance for an invitation like that. Whether I am leaving it up all to chance or if it is the real deal or not is hard to determine in this moment - but I wouldn't be fool enough to pass on a slim or slight chance of it. Count me in. Tell me what it is I have to do dance that dance with legends like that."


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While writing this - I try and stay in tune with my young attitude and replicate the attitude I had as a child. I hope not to imply any 'evil' implications toward "British" music. My 'famous friend' had the utmost respect for the Rolling Stones and Mick Jauger. He ranted on about the fab four and when I pressed him about it, he said it was his own frustration at not being a better artist during those times. As an artist, he felt John Lennon was a genius and his frustration was the fact he couldn't write his own lyrics like John did. He felt the fab four had taken the lead from Buddy in writing his own scores.


His impression was that the stage for American rock and roll had fallen on hard times due to all the troubles that came out of the sixties - after the assassination of a President and war that no one wanted. He felt American 'talent' was being stagnated by the oppression that came with the hard times.


He stated that there were no losers in the battle between American musicians and British musicians because real winners where the fans of rock and roll music. He felt the friendly rivalry between the two groups would only work to help artists strive to produce better music for the sake of the fans - and he felt just as music had been my remedy and medicine for an aching heart - America needed good music to help heal the pain from the bitter memories of the troubled times and aching heart that came to it's shores after the assassination of a President. (You can see how this ties into the overall theme and why I crossed paths with JFK's widow in 1980.)


The legends who had a hand in shaping the destiny of our country were still alive and well on the other side and their love for their country and countrymen - didn't stop just because they died. We all have an invested interest in the future prosperity and growth of our country for generations to come - and this how reincarnation ties into it. We want our country and the world to succeed - because in reality - we are it's future generations.


My two legendary friends felt America was going through a painful period and artistic expression for sake of the heart and soul of rock and roll was suffering because of - from the American side. They felt - something needed to be done to 'get the creative' juices flowing and put America back when it came to good rock and roll music. The wanted the next 'wave' of mania to be directed toward American artists and have that spark a new revolution of sound coming from the American shores again.


Let them British cousins of ours - find their own secret weapon. Because in the end, the fans are the true winners.


Sincerely,


DKing
 
I have tried to pour back over the memories to see if there was any sort of past life association with "Charles." I don't know that I ever spoke on it and feel that if that had been a part of the discussion - I would have spoken to my parents about it.


They were very aware of my story as was my Grandmother. The reason I felt 'Charles' stepped out of the way is because he referred to my 'famous friend' as an old friend.... which was a reference to a past life association.


On the other hand - my family knew of my Grandmother unusual attraction to him. She loved him like a son. When he died, she went into mourning as if she had lost her own son. My Dad and Uncle were totally jealous of him. When I told my Mom who I met under the tree that day, my Dad had been at work. I couldn't wait to tell him because my Dad was a musician himself. The first words out of my Mom's mouth were,


"Don't tell your Daddy about this. There is some sort of weird sibling rivalry going on about that. Your Daddy hates that man. Did your Grandmother put you up to this. This is going to cause a new scene between them two."


I was told that when he passed away - they thought my Grandmother was going to mourn herself to death over it - and she only broke out of her dark depression after I was born.


I only have an impression now - and no actual reference where i said if it was true or just a belief - but I sort of assume there may be a past life connection with my Grandmother and him.


In 1980 and 1981 while I was receiving visits in spirit from my 'famous friend' - I would make references to the 'babysitting' thing and I did say that "Him and Grandmother were old friends to one another." I don't know that she ever met him other than a 'supermarket' appearance he had put on in our hometown. After seeing him from an audience, they said she was 'thunderstruck' about him. She was hardly a teenager and anyone who knew my Grandmother consider her a sensible woman. She kept a scrapbook on his career from that day forward. The records she gave me in 1968 were from her own personal collection of his records.


My Grandmother danced for me that day I spoke to his Mom on the telephone - and sang while she danced. When the memory of that 'dance' returned to me after 1978 - I couldn't believe. I thought I was imagining things. In the memory, it was like she was intoxicated. I told my Mom, Dad, siblings, cousins and other relatives close to my Grandmother and their shook their head. No one had ever seen her dance and no way they were going to believe I had seen her dance. That was so out of character.


A few years ago, I wrote an Aunt who is still living and wrote about the memory I have of my Grandmother being happy one day and dancing for me. I didn't tell her what it was about. My Aunt told me she knew her Mother and the idea that she ever danced for anyone in her life - was unheard of. She suggested I had my memories mixed up with someone else.


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I can recall the conversation I had with my Grandmother that day sitting on the couch. I told her about the memory loss and how hard it had been just to get the memory from the tree to her. I felt I was going to forget it. She didn't want me to ever forget it and work on helping other people like she felt her and his Mom had been helped. I told her I needed a 'buoy', marker or 'breadcrumb.' The metaphor I used for her was - it was like trying to get her a drink of water from the sink with only my hands. It was going to spill out and fall away. I told her I had to have something 'outside' of me to remember that would cause a 'dramatic' impression. When comparing the two memories - my 'best friend' and his Mom, and this Buddy fellow - there was no comparison in my mind. I would fell his memory was way more important to me and I had already laid out a buoy for that. I had done something that was 'out of character' for my own normal mind. That was a sure fire marker. What I had done - had a 'guilty' impact on me - sort of like a 'guilty pleasure.' (I didn't use those words when I was a child. My grandmother used those words to describe the intention emotional impact I had created.)


What I had done after my friend had died to create the 'buoy' was to break into his family's house to sit on his bed. I knew what I was doing was wrong for me to do - but - I needed that moment with his memory. I didn't have to break into his family's house to sit on his bed. His family would have let me in any time to sit on his bed. I had to have a 'twisted feeling' inside to make it a marker to look back on. I later went and confused to his Mom I had 'snuck' into the house while they were away and also explained to her why. In the end, there was no harm done - but the emotional impact was creating an impression that stood out and would be easy to get to with recall.


She had her finger under her chin trying to think of something we could do together to put out that 'marker' to preserve that memory and experience together. She snapped her fingers and said she had a 'guilty pleasure' in mind - not so much for me as much as it was for her. She said she had never done it before in front of anyone and probably never would again. She didn't tell me what she was going to do. If you grew up with this woman as a Grandmother -you would know what every other family member knew. The sight or thought of that coming from her - would freak you out. And it did.


I think I told my Mom later about it and she said, "You must have been imagining things again. Your Grandma is against that sort of thing. You might as well tell me you saw your Grandma flying to the moon and back. I would believe that before I would believe that woman had grown a heart inside to allow her for dancing."


I told her,


"I couldn't believe my eyes myself Mom. I had to take two, three and then four looks to make sure I was seeing things right. I even pinched myself to make sure I was awake for it. She said it as a guilty pleasure. What does that mean."


My Mom stopped and looked straight ahead and then turned her head to me.


"How do you do that Son? You had me believe for a second. She said that did she? She said it was a guilty pleasure for her?"


I don't know who it was that came back to me later and said they had a talk with my Grandmother about it. I had peaked everyone's curious. The fact was, my Grandmother had asked to be alone with me that day. We had came in from out of town. She had sent everyone else off to visit some other relative and she and her stayed behind at her place. I was told when she was asked about it, she had said,


"You know me better than that. You should no better than to ask a foolhardy question like that."


She had already told me she was going to forever deny it if it was ever brought up. It was supposed to be 'our little secret.'


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I thought it was silly of my parents to ask her. They never put us in the same room and pried. They knew better than to pry at my Grandmother like that.


It was after my amnesia when I went around collecting stories as a young adult when my older family members gave me their impression, thoughts and opinons about the journey we had been on together in my childhood that I heard honest opinons from people.


My whole childhood had bee full of talk of past lives. I am not sure which relative it was - but all that talk - and them trying to connect the dots or add the lines together - I knew there had been talk about the 'starstruck' nature my Grandmother had after meeting 'Charles' at the supermarket and the aftermath of that - that some speculated it might be 'past life' related.


Whether I made the comments in 1981 based on that speculation is something I don't have the answer for myself.


There was no doubt when I looked in the eyes of my Grandmother - that they would light up when she spoke about him.


All I knew for sure is that my Grandmother had access to know that he was a 'good Christian boy.' She knew the Church him and his family attended. I can recall her making the remark they had some different beliefs but the overall them was - they were God-fearing Christians and had a proper upbringing.


She just wanted to know that there was a "Christian" meeting up with me on the other side who could put thought, ideas and understanding in my mind that would help my family understanding it was 'of God' and not me being mislead into a different sort. As a child, I would refuse to use 'religious' words to associate my experience with. My 'guides' felt this was extremely important and golden rule I followed with a passion.


She just wanted to know that where I ended up on the other side had 'good Christians' walking around the neighborhood.


The day under the tree - I told him,


"You have to prove yourself to me. My Grandma said not allow myself to get mixed up with you unless you can prove yourself to me."


He asked how he was supposed to that.


"She said you is the only person she knows of that can turn a bad case of the hic-cups into a beautiful song. You have to sing a song so I know you got the right case of hic-cups going on for you."


He went on to ask me what I was going to give him in return for his performance. I asked him what he meant and he told me that when he was asked to perform while he was in the world, people would pay a 'pretty penny' to hear him sing. I told him I that he was out of his mind.


"You think I got pants on that can carry pennies in it."


I reached for the 'spiritual impression' of the image I was in and turned my pockets inside out to look like rabbit ears.


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"No one told me to bring pennies and if they did, I wouldn't know how to stuff them into these kind of pockets."


That is when he came up with a word I hadn't ever heard of.


Barter. He said we could use the barter system. If I was to promise to scratch is back with a favor - he would return the favor in the form of a song.


"If you come to my house on the weekend, you would see I got more songs being given to me than I know what to do with. My Daddy and his friends sing songs all the time. What they heck do I need a song from you for - except to help my Grandmother out some. No one told me about bartering, bargaining or bringing pennies with me for it. If was in the mind to listen to one of your hic-cups - all I got to do is walk into my bedroom and get you to sing it for me without listening to your chatter box. Don't you know I am in hurry to get some where. You is nothing but a waste of my time. If it wasn't for my Grandma, I wouldn't be wasting my words with your here right now. What you think you got to offer me to make up for wasting my time like this."


I spent many days talking about it to others so I have a vivid recollection of how the dialogue. I don't know how much time would have passed under that tree in real - but I feel we spent an afternoon in conversation trying to bargain some kind of deal between us.


What he wanted from the deal was me to pass on message to some up and coming struggling artists who were going to be going through what he went through in his own struggles. He just wanted me to pass on some friendly advise and make sure they knew where the advise had came from.


We shook hands on the deal - and he said he would fill me in on the details after he sang the song for me. He asked if I had a particular number I would like to hear. I can't remember which song it was I requested because - as I later said,


"He knocked my socks off. I was expected that sort of sound to come out a body. I though a tidal wave had been unleashed and it was everything I could do to keep myself in place. I swear it was like wind that was out to blow me away."


There is a live, there is recorded and then there is the divine. I got a divine version handed to me that day and it made a very strong impression on me. I didn't know what it was he had done - but I went from being bitter toward him to 'sweet.' II thought he was 'cotton candy, apple pie and carrot cake all rolled into one. I would have given up sweets for the rest of my life -- had that been a part of the bargain and me knowing what I was in for before it hit me like it did.


The weekend jam sessions my Dad put on - everyone knew me for one thing. I danced. I loved to dance as a kid. I couldn't wait for the next jam session to let me feet carry me off into an element of the divine. It was a part of my medicine. I later told my Mom,


"I ain't never had my feet turn that happy on me - all at once and get carried away with the sound of music coming at me like I did when that man start singing his tune. I thought all music was good, but after that experience with him, I know some music is better than good. It was great."


Of course, I eventually had a talk with my Dad about the conversation I shared under the tree that day. Years later, (after the amnesia) my Dad spoke to me about his memories and impressions during that period in our lives together.


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He said it was a bag of mixed feelings for him and what he called a 'bone of contention.' While he was alive, he felt it was a constant battle for his "mother's love." He was never as good as ....so and so.' He told me that when he heard the story the first time - he was so mad he couldn't see straight. He had been mad when my Grandmother brought me his records - and to him - it was like my Grandmother was 'doing it' to spite him. He said, "I thought I grew up and left home to get away from that issue and there his voice was blasting from your bedroom at full volume and it would make me see red every time. Too many hurt feelings in my past."


My impression from my Dad was - there was a family issue going on and I was totally naive, innocent and blind to that past so - I didn't realize how much it was stepping on his toes.


It was only a short time later that my Mom and Dad heard me talking about the 'famous friend' and my Dad said he got the impression that Buddy had stepped aside to call in help because his spirit knew how much trouble it was causing due to the family issue. My Dad said he tracked down the story on all sides and knew my Grandmother had nothing but Honorable and noble intentions all the way around - but - there was a past history that was being dug up by the 'visit' of his spirit. He said he knew the 'hand of god' was at work in a mysterious way but couldn't figure out what it was about and how to deal with it. He said (in hindsight) due to the issues, he wouldn't have been able to handle the same 'secret' type of friendship that later developed between me and the 'famous friend' the same way if that famous friend was the spirit of his former rival and one he had been in constant for the love and attention of his own Mother.


My Dad told me the first sign he had that was dealing with intelligent, ration and adult minds in an 'invisible world' around us - was when I passed on an elegantly phrased apology from the spirit of Buddy to him.


My Dad said,


"It was just like a person was called into a family situation and didn't realize what they had gotten their-selves into and was trying to politely back out without interfering and causing any harm. I knew you had to be working with some sort of adult mind and for the longest time I thought your Grandmother was feeding you the lines somehow. I knew you were talking to an adult somewhere, but didn't know who it actually was. The things you were passing on to me was not something a child would know how to say. I knew you and you would say words and then ask me what the word meant. How can a child say complete sentences that another adult would fully understanding and not know the meanings of half the words he was using. You got my attention during that episode and sort of prepared my mind for what was about to come."


I think it was my Dad who speculated to me about the 'idea' of it being past life related for him and my Grandmother.


"You can run from your past, but you can never fully hide from it. All those talks you gave about your past lives made me wonder if there was a past life dispute going on that involved the three of us - and it was spilling over into this life."


So, I think that is where the impression came from. My Dad had speculated on it in 1978. I have to shrug my shoulders and say I still don't know if it is true or not. I haven't found anything in a spiritual sense to confirm it.


Sincerely


DKing
 
Such a gift you are sharing with us, thank you. :)


I realized yesterday that at least part of what you have posted is a message to me or at least it resounds that way.


Thanks for that, and for getting me to open my mind and really think about what you are saying. wine**
 
Mama2HRB said:
Such a gift you are sharing with us, thank you. :)
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Thanks for allowing me to share with such a wonderful group of minds and soul.


Sincerely,


DKing


PS... btw, your PM is full.
 
I thought I would share another experience that sort of sums up what happened between 1977 and 1981. My 'famous friends' passing was just the first of many to come during that period. All of them had been 'soul mates' or people I had confirmed I had shared a past life with. It was six main ones during that period. There are more during other periods - but I look them as 'different phases." There was a common theme though the six during that period. Of the six, I have encountered five of them in new bodies and new incarnations. My 'famous friend' is the only one I haven't.


I may have wrote about his particular one before - but it sums up all of them. They are all a little different but the pattern is always the same.


I knew someone I had bonded with very quickly in 1981. He died shortly after we met and his spirit was just one of the six showing up in my bedroom at night - waking me up and dragging my spirit out of my body to sit on the edge of the bed for 'mystical and metaphysical talks.'


It was out of this world and hard for me to comprehend when I woke up. I had a small group of friends and I would call them over to tell them about the latest visit with one of the 'ghosts' hanging out at my place.


It would hear someone calling my name in the middle of the night while I was sleeping. I would open my eyes and sit up. I would see a figure silhouetted at the end of my bed. I would look down and see myself rising up out of my sleeping body. I would make my way to the side of this figure and engage in conversation. It would seem like we would speak for days while in that position together. Afterwards, I would crawl back into my sleeping body and then - raise up with 'sleep' in my eyes all groggy and look around to see myself alone in my room again. I would know the entire length and depth of the conversation that took place, but when I went back to sleep, I would sort it out to only recall what I felt I needed to recall when I woke up.


"I am telling you man, he told me everything. It was almost like he showed me a movie of it. He said I was going to cross paths with him again in the future. Told me his name, his age, his birth date, his Daddy's name, his Momma's name, his best friends name. Anything and everything I am going to find out about him in the future - he was telling me about it last night. How can I know the name of someone who hasn't even been born yet and take it seriously? It just boggles my mind when this sort of thing happens to me at night. I am kind of interested in meeting this fellow though. He says he is going to be carrying a wild crush for me and walking with some looks on him to boot."


My friends knew about my 'attraction' so I was open and honest with them when these sort of 'visions' during the night continued those sort of details. His spirit would give me the details but when I woke up I would have a 'vauge' description.


"He said we are going to hook up again on an island surrounded by a large body of water."


What island? I didn't know. What body of water? I didn't know. He also described the location and the fact I would standing in a room with a number on the door - with the door open four stories up. He described a courtyard type parking lot in the middle of two four story buildings. I knew the color of the door, the interior of the room, the fact there was going to be an older woman standing next to me, what I would be wearing, what the woman would be wearing, and what he would be wearing.


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What hour? What day? What year? I didn't know. I knew it was going to be hot that day. I was going to say something about the heat to the woman standing next to me in that moment - and then I was going to hear the skateboard sound coming from a distance.


"When I hear that skateboard sound, deja vu is going hit me and knock my mind for a loop trying to figure out where, when and how I had seen everything going on around me before."


This was from a conversation I had with another friend sitting in my living room in 1981. As far as my mind was concerned, it was a dream. A wild, fantastic and crazy dream that seemed more real than the reality I lived in while awake. I couldn't wrap my mind around it. My friend asked me,


"What do you think it is?"


I told him,


"I think sometimes they are trying to pull the wool over my eyes and send me on a 'snipe hunt.' My cousins tried to pull the wool over my eyes when I was young and it didn't work. I didn't fall for it with them and I ain't about to spend my time trying to find an island with those building, with those color doors and that room just so I can hang around awaiting an 18 year old guy to roll up on a skate board. If that moment is meant to find me then good luck with that - because I ain't got time to waste to look for a needle in a haystack like that. I don't see the purpose in it. Seems like nothing but a waste of my time."


My friend wanted to know more why I felt it was a waste of time. He felt that if something like that happened to him - he would run and jump at a chance to meet an old friend and have a reunion like that. I told him,


"It is like the dang twilight zone. I was think the same dang thing at first, but at the last minutes he says, Oh yeah - I aint' going to remember you the same way your going to remember me. I ain't going to believe in reincarnation or past lives. Don't try and change my mind on that. Work around it and work with what you got to work with."


My friend agreed that didn't make no sense. I told him I didn't like the idea of looking up and seeing a ghost hiding out in the eyes of a 18 year old stranger in my future.


"The only thing that has me curious is the wild crush thing. I am curious to see what that is about, but something tells me it is lure to get me there. I feel I am being baited, hook line and sinker."


I was trying to recall that future name so - I went around for months and everyone I knew or met - I would ask people if they knew anyone by that name. It was a very unique name not common. Everyone always remarked how they had never heard a poetic sounding name like that before. I spent about six months talking to anyone and everyone who would listen to me about this 'wild fantastic dream' and trying to get people's opinion.


"I am telling you, in my mind, it was like waking up in the middle of the night and finding an ordinary human being who was a friend sitting on the side of my bed. The fact that he was supposedly dead and buried somewhere didn't jive in my mind. I am telling it was like he was alive and well - looking forward to things we were going to get into in the future. Do this, don't do that. Don't forget about this, but don't talk about the other stuff. Talking about it like it was going to be a surprise on Christmas morning for the both of us. "


I spent six months or so talking about until my friends said, "Give it a break. Your trying to solve a riddle that has no answer and no one has the answer for you. You are just going to have to wait until that moment arrives."


For me now, I feel the long extended conversations were my buoy or marker.


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Shortly after that, my company held a contest. The grand prize was a two week vacation in Hawaii. My friends saw me react to that.


"I think that is it. It is an island right. Maybe I can get this over with fast, quick and painless like."


Little did my competition in that contest know the motivation that was driving me. My friends pointed out that if my friend died in 1981 - he wouldn't be 18 for many years to come. I told them,


"At least I have a chance to look around for those two building some and see if I can find that spot and prepare myself for it some."


I was worried about forgetting the details. My friend suggested I write it down and keep in a journal.


"I was told not to. That is what has me so dang worried. How am I going to remember all this 18 years in the future."


So, it wasn't just a dream as much as it became a long obsession I spoke about frequently. I won the trip and when I got to the island I was escorted by a new friend who was in the dark about the 'dream vision.' He noticed me asking everyone I met at stores, on the street, at restaurants - if they knew someone with a certain.


"Who are you looking for and why?"


My companion on that trip had an open mind about reincarnation. In fact, he and I shared an understanding that we knew each other from a past life. I told him I had found out that a name and birthday were like a fingerprint. He asked me the birth date and I told him. He said,


"Why are you looking for him now for? He won't be 18 until 2001."


He told me he felt I was testing fate in a challenge and what he felt he knew of it - I was going to lose.


"Stop worrying about it and just live your life. When it is meant to happen, if it is meant to happen, it will happen."


The sands of time buried that period in my life and I completely forgot about it, on a conscious level anyway. 2001 came and I did find myself on a plane moving to Hawaii for the third time in my life. My plans to move back to the island this time had nothing to do with chasing after any 'snipe hunt' from a dream in my past.


I took a job at a 'hotel/hostel' in Waikiki. I didn't realize it at the time, but it was two four story buildings with a parking lot in the courtyard area.


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I was with a co-worker working in a room on the fourth floor. We had the door open to try and get a breeze blowing through. Sweat was pouring off the both of us and I said,


"My gawd, it is hot today for some reason....isn't it."


Just as soon as I said that there was sound echoing off the open door. I was shaking my head and told her,


MY GAWD. I have BEEN here before. I know what your about to say. I have lived this moment before. I know exactly what is about to happen."


I started looking at the number on the door as the sound got closer and closer. I started walking to the balcony overlooking the courtyard below and some teenager came rolling in on a skateboard. I just stood there, searching my mind why I felt I had lived all this before. He kicked the skateboard up and grabbed it - then looked up at me square in the eyes and then it hit me like a tidal wave. I was frozen in place but I thought an actual tidal wave had hit the shores of Waikiki and knocked me down and carried me 1000 miles out into the ocean.


I thought it swept me backwards for a 1000 miles and a 1000 years and it took me anther 1000 years to swim back to my body again. I was shocked to snap out of it and find only a few seconds had passed. It was an eternal moment. I just started walking backwards as fast as I could with a stunned and horrified look on my face.


She said,


"Are you alright? You look like you have seen a ghost?"


I snapped out of some and said,


"I told you I knew what you was going to say."


That is exactly what I as about to tell her she was going to say before I got caught up in that moment that swept me away in a tidal wave.


The way I described it to her that day was - it was like a massive fireball exploded in front of me. The magnitude and force of it felt like it had kicked up the ocean blew me away because of the size of it. I told her,


"I saw everything when it exploded from A to Z. The entire history of his soul and the entire history of my soul. It was all stitched together at place and entwined. Just about the time was getting a handle on it and understanding what it all meant - it sort of imploded in on itself and the force of that pulled me back to here. It is hard to imagine that what just exploded in front of my years and then disappeared only took a few seconds in your mind - cause I felt it was 1000 years back and 1000 years forward. Now that it has evaporated on me, I am standing here trying to grasp what little I can from what I was able to grab on to. Not one once of what I got makes a lick of sense."


She had a new age attitude and I was surprised from a woman her age. I told her about the 'ghost' waking me up in the middle of the night 20 years prior. I told her,


"Look what your wearing. Look what I am wearing. How can a ghost tell me these things and be right on - 20 years before me or you got up this morning to put our clothes on for the day. Look at my shoes. I described these very sneakers to a group of young friends back in 1981. I wish I could find them boys and let them know about this part of the story. I don't know if they would know enough to believe. I don't believe it myself. It has done happened right in front of my own eyes and my mind is struggling for a way to NOT believe what just happened to me."


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Me and the woman sat down at a table in the vacant room and had a long talk. She was the type of mind that wanted to know all the details. She said,


"Usually, you only hear about this sort of thing in books. I got myself a front row seat to it. If say you saw me in a dream 20 years ago, then it is my destiny to be here for you. I wouldn't miss it for the world now that I know what little I know."


She asked what I was going to do. I told her I was about to take off running as fast as my feet, body and mind could take me. She asked why and I told her,


"He ain't nothing but trouble as far as my mind was concerned, then as much as now."


She was curious why I felt a need to run and why I thought he was trouble. I had tried to explain it to my friends in the past and found myself repeating what I had said all those years ago to my friends in my living room.


"The only way I knew how to say it back then - hasn't changed much. Most people don't know about these things. In my mind of understanding, he is a bank shot. He is the cue ball to make the bank shot. I am not looking for the cue ball to spend time with. I am looking for the eight ball that is meant to follow in behind him."


She wanted to know what I meant by trouble. I told her,


"From this minute forward, he is walking with a serious crush on me and he doesn't understand it. That is fine to do and a flattering thought - especially at my age. He is not going to know how to handle it. It is nitroglycerin type stuff. He is a greenhorn. Where I come from there are masters and there are students. He is a new student. Totally green. Not even gone through flight school yet. He is about to climb into a jet fighter plane and take it up for a spin. He is destined to crash and burn in front many a mind. His mind is no where near prepared for what just happened on his side of that tidal wave. He is going to hurt himself with it. And when he does - it is going to tear my heart out to see that sort of pain come to him for it. He has got a lesson coming to him and it is coming the hard way. If I stay true to my word, his spirit, his heart and his soul - I can't spare him the pain he has coming to him. I am standing here looking at a train about to crash into a brick wall. There is not a dang thing I can do to stop it. It is hopeless in that sense. I was always hoping to duck out and slip away from the sight of that - and catch sight of the one I am really looking for that isn't going to crash and burn with it."


My impression when I was younger was - it that tidal wave moment came - that was what was going to lead to his down fall and I could duck out and get away. From my perspective in the dream - it was his hand that was going to cause the crash and I felt he didn't need my hand what so ever. I told the woman,


"His ghost done set him up for the fall ahead of him. I don't want him blaming me for something his own spirit is setting his mind up for. Let them two fight it out from here on out. I don't feel it has anything to do with me from here on out. I am content to just set here and wait for that bank shot to sink the 8 ball in the right pocket."


She tried to talk me into sticking around to see it through. She felt if I took off running I would miss the 'bank shot' soul mate and the one I was really looking for. This one was a little more advanced in this 'soul development' and not about to drop the ball on himself.


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The only way to describe what went down is that a few years later, my young friend was standing there with his hair sticking straight up and blown back with black soot all over his face. His eyes were wide open with a dazed look on them. I was standing in front of him saying,


"I told you so, but you wouldn't listen. Had to figure out for yourself. I hope you is happy with it. I know your ghost is probably jumping up and down with joy about it. Don't know why the two of you had to get me involved with this sorry sight."


I stayed true to my word and never brought up reincarnation or mentioned his past life or what little I knew of it. The only thing I ever mentioned to him was a reference to something I knew he had experienced himself. I just told him I felt that our 'soul's' had probably met standing in line in heaven to get into the world - and probably started up a friends while standing in line. That was to try and explain the feeling he said he had that had known me his entire life. I had once asked someone else to put the question about reincarnation to him and not reveal I was the one asking. I did this to stay true to my word during the 1981 'spirit visit' from his own spirit. I was not to force, coercion or manipulate that idea into his mind in any way, shape, fashion or form during our time together.


That is why I felt like it was the 'twilight zone' back in 1981, and when I encountered him in person 20 years later, it was the hardest thing to wrap my mind around.


I did tell him that I felt I had a 'dream' about him 20 years before but never told him the details about the dream - because it involved me talking about reincarnation. I dropped the subject after one conversation because I didn't want it to blow up in my face later on. I was making sure I stayed true to my promise. I didn't want to look in the mirror and see my hair blown straight up and back with soot all over my face.


There was a time when I didn't have all the pieces to the puzzle in place. The 'six' spirits from that time period were sort of merged in place and I didn't have full access to the memories of 1986 - so I was trying to 'guess' about my idea and understanding who this particular friend was a reincarnation of. I had forgotten the details of the 'tidal wave' explosion - so - that piece to the puzzle was missing. But for a short time - I had a 'guess' on my mind that maybe this particular 'old friend from heaven' was my famous friend. I uncovered memories that disputed that - so I dropped that idea.


The pattern that has always emerged is - it is on a need to know basis. If I don't need to know those details - they will be hidden from me.


The idea that I am going to cross paths with my famous friend in a new incarnation terrifies me. If that was to happen, I would feel God is a cruel and heartless Deity. I handled it with a great deal of difficulty with the others - but I don't think I would be able to handle the sight of his spirit hidden in the eyes of a stranger. It would torment me unlike anything in this world. If that be the case and 'un-revealed' or hidden relations came back to me from that period in my life - and it follows the same pattern as the other 5 - then I probably would be instructed not to tell the person involved - and keep it secret to myself.


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Of the six spirits I spent time with from 1977 to 1981, I have cross paths with five of them and it has been confirmed to my mind beyond a shadow of a doubt. Two of those five - was not a face to face encounter. One, the mother and childhood friend ran into me in 1998. She showed me a photograph of her son. A tidal wave jumped out of me and knocked me around the world a few loops and when I caught back to my body again, she said,


"Are you alright. You look like you've seen a ghost."


All the hidden memories of his spirit sitting on the side of my bed from 1981 came flooding back into my mind. Every detail was exactly as his spirit told me it would be - down to the fact that he was going to be the son of a former childhood friend. I stayed true to my word in spirit back in 1981 and I never contacted him in person about the past life association I had with his soul. It wasn't relevant to the cause and purpose at that time.


Another incident was though a photograph as well. I had some free time on my hands in 2007 and was looking for a penpal to write. I was pouring over some photographs and I got to one and a white light jumped and sent me for a couple of loops around the world before I caught back up with my body again. If anyone would have seen the look on my face, they would have asked if I had seen a ghost. I had. It was one of the spirits I had spent time with in 1981. The memories started flooding back and confirmation after confirmation was in place. It was going to be very hard to deal with this guy about mystical and metaphysical subject matters. He was an atheist. Go figure.


I don't know where all this is leading me in the future. I don't know if it is leading me to wake anyone up from their current slumber in their current incarnations. All my experiences with it leads me to believe the opposite. Not to wake people up and help them recover past life memories. Big disappointment for me - but I have sort of gotten used to it by now.


One of the lesser known musicians from Seattle (who died in 1990) is back. It is something I feel 'spirit' or the 'divine' or God has given me to know directly. It was a short and brief meeting and we parted company. I still know his current name and birth date - and it matches up to what was given to me in an 'out of body' vision with him after he died in 1990. I wouldn't give that information out to anyone - to save my own life. My feeling is - if God wanted people to know about then - God can come to them directly with that information. I don't mind sharing or writing about the reunion - but I make sure to obscure the details enough to leave him his privacy. I never said anything to his new young mind about it during that reunion.


God would have to give me a 'direct order' or command to make that information public - and even then, I would probably argue against God and plead a case in the opposite direction.


Even if I uncovered information that led me to either my famous friend from Seattle or the older famous friend from my childhood - I would have to be led to them directly and personally and talk to them about it face to face. Even then, they would have to wake up enough for me to know I was dealing with their past life persona (which I don't think is ever going to happen) and I would argue against them and tell them I think it is a bad idea.


My mind may change in the future as the revelations from the past come to me - but I don't think much can happen to change my attitude, mind or opinion about. I get the impression they left spotlight behind and don't want to jump right back into it again.


Just my own opinion on it.


Sincerely,


DKing
 
One thing I wondered about when these memories returned was how it did seem out of pattern. I had already encountered the other five 'reincarnations'. The pattern was - I would remember anything about them until I crossed paths with them some how or some way.


I started looking around at everyone I had come in contact prior to that wondering if his 'incarnation' was close by. The other memories from that particular group of deceased friends had that same pattern each and every time. I could recall one of the spirits asking for permission to put a lock, hold or freeze on the memories and they (their spirit) would be the only one carrying the lock to open the 'storage box' up to release them to my conscious mind again. It was another form of confirmation. Only one soul or spirit had the right to sign the release to get that information from the unconscious to the conscious again. I didn't have the key - so not even I could bring those memories out of 'cold storage' or the 'deep freeze.'


I searched and searched for memories of my 'famous friend' to see if that had ever been stated. I couldn't recall it.


Currently, I only have memories of his spirit coming to me from 1977 to 1986 - in a human form. This was unique only to his spirit. The other spirit's didn't come to me in human form what so ever. Even if I asked them to appear as they had looked while alive - they wouldn't do it. They came to me in a 'higher spiritual form' and wouldn't slow the vibrations down to the lower level for me.


I knew that it was only from this higher level that the spirits were able to give me 'insights' about their future incarnations. Without being at that higher level - they wouldn't have access to that sort of vision of the future.


So, I came to believe that the 'time capsule' sort of design that housed the memories of my famous friend was not of the same 'make and model' as my other spiritual friends. Either that, or it was time release and only portions of the memories were meant to be released for other reasons than us crossing paths in the future with him in a 'new body or new mind.'


I sort of gave up on that idea after awhile.


Sincerely,


DKing
 
Dking,


Did you chase down the skateboarder or how did you see him later? When the two of you first saw each other was there the look of recognition in his eyes?


And I KNEW it was Hawaii LOL :)
 
This thread reminds me of the wedding dress that showed up a while back. Long story how I got it ...


Anyway, the original owner channeled in through a young relative and asked me to keep the dress for her, that she would be back in 30 years and that I would recognize her ...


I still have the dress. Got over 25 years to go :D
 
Mama2HRB said:
Anyway, the original owner channeled in through a young relative and asked me to keep the dress for her, that she would be back in 30 years and that I would recognize her ...
I still have the dress. Got over 25 years to go :D
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She must know that you will still be here then.LOL
 
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