Talking to Dead People......

[dking777]

As the parent of a child who spontaneously started talking about past life memories, talking to dead people, seeing Heaven and a bunch of other things all at one.

I was freaked out ... beyond freaked out. I remember once being in the bedroom with her, lying on the bed beside her as she spoke and pulling the covers over my head. Mental overload.

My Mom tried to fill me in on my personal medical history after my amnesia at the age of 18. "You were talking to 'invisible beings' long before you were rushed to the hospital when you were in 1st grade. We just thought it was a creative and over active imagination at first. My gawd, you can't remember any of that?"

The whole 'idea' of talking to 'dead people' came to a pinnacle when my friend passed over in 2nd grade. As far as my mind was concerned, I couldn't honestly tell the difference between a human or a spirit that came to me in human form. Of course, not ever spirit that came to me during that time were spirits of the deceased. "If they ain't never been in a body before, how are the dead from it?" Various family members were 'seeing' my body coming and going during the medical crisis. There were three factors involved in my confusion. One, was my NDE's. My 'ghost' would change form. I had one image for the 'human world' and another for the 'world to come.' If that 'spirit' had put back on the image to 'be in the world' again.....how was I to know? Another factor involved was the fact I was dealing with a human who was sending his spirit to me in 'out of body experiences' as a guide. He wasn't dead....and he wasn't the only human being to do so. I was sending my 'spirit' to him as well.

When I was 13, I discovered how to 'slip out at night' and visit my best friend at his house -- in spirit. I would wake up and rush to tell my Mom, "I spent the night at Rick's house last night. Just thought you would want to know." "How is that possible Son? I checked on you last night and saw you in your bed." "My Ghost, Mom. My ghost spent the night with his ghost - and ain't neither of us dead yet."

My Mom was giving me the impression that this sort of thing was 'against the law' and that my entire family was living under the threat of being thrown in jail for it - or tar and feathered and ran out of town. "I come to you for help Mom, and all you give me is headache and heartache for it." "Tit for tat Son, Tit for tat.

On the other thread I have wrote and shared about the past life encounters I had as a child. I met a young friend when I was 14 and as a part of the encounter together we quickly developed a 'psychic' bond. I told him about the 'secret' of 'meeting' up at night while the body slept. He was amazed about it and just like the 'news of our shared past life' together, we wanted to tell his parents. I told him, "Be careful. Them grown-ups have a funny mind and a funny way about dealing with such things. Just tell them we are sharing dreams - is all. Nothing more than that or they might put us in hot water for it. Got to be careful what you say to them or they are going freak out and have a cow about it."

My young friend and I were at an age where we shared 'good news' with one another and the excitement that came with it. Our families were close and something was coming up he was looking forward to with a great deal of anticipation. "If I is in bed asleep, don't worry about waking me up like we do from time to time. Just send your ghost to tell me. We will just share that good news in private."

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[dking777]

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One afternoon my family was sitting around the living room. What happened next had two points of view. There was mine and there was theirs. I looked up to hear and see my young friend rushing through the door all excited about 'sharing the good news with me. I jumped up from where I was sitting and rush over to him in the middle of the living room jumping up and down chattering away with him. I didn't think anything of it until I spotted the 'stunned' looks on the faces of my Mom and siblings out of the corner of my eye. (My Dad wasn't home from work yet.) "Mommmmm! He is at it again. Stop him."


I was stunned and had to take a second look at my young friend and I realized - he hadn't opened and closed the door to get in the house. I stood back and poked at him to see if he was transparent. I shouted out,


"Boy, you done went and left your body behind somewhere. Where in the world is your body? You done went and sent your ghost to me in broad daylight - getting me to act a fool with it right here in front of my family."


My friend had a stunned "huh? what? look on his face and looked down to see himself standing in spirit in front of me. I was asking him if he was asleep taking a nap or if he had been running to the house.


"Boy, you better hurry up and get back to that body. It is out there somewhere trying to figure where done got off to - and if I am right, it is flopping around gasping for air like a fish out of water. You done went and got yourself too excited about your news. Git, git back to your body quick."


I was laughing and slapping at me knee. My family was sitting on the sidelines trying to comprehend what I was saying. They had already been thought the death of a young person in the past - so - they had that stunned look of anticipating 'bad news.' I shouted out to them,


"Don't worry, He is not dead. His ghost just got away from him. He will be okay."


I couldn't help myself. My wit and thoughts were sharp and quick. I knew enough to make an impression on them while I had a chance. I could talk to him 'silently' without my family's ears hearing what I said.


"BE sure to use the door on your way out. Make sure you slam it good and tight."


I got exactly what I was after when the door opened up and slammed shut. All my family raised up about five inches yelping, gasping, irking and shrieking. I was laughing so hard slapping my knee for two reasons after that. My Mom was shouting out,


"What sort of tricks you pulling out of your sleeve now Son. I done told you about this."


"Mom, he ain't dead. You said dead people. He is probably over in the next yard trying to catch his breath."


Just as I said that, there was slight knock at the door. I went to answer it and my Mom jumped up and told me to stand back. She had to see this with her own eyes. There was my friend bent over out of breath holding his hands up with tears in his eyes trying to catch his breath again.


"I told you. I told you. See, he is alive and well. Going to take a few seconds to get his wind back in him. That dang boy done went and let his ghost get ahead of him in his rush to share the news. I was NOT talking to a dead person. Just Larry."


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[dking777]

My Mom got him in the house as fast as she could looking around to see if the neighbors were looking. He came to and said, "I lost my breath for a minute." He looked to me and I told him, "You don't let your ghost spoil the surprise for me. They ain't heard the news yet. Get it out of you before you bust a gut with it."


He had a stunned reaction to me letting him know that his ghost and been in the room ahead of him.


"Was that real. I thought I was here already saying what I had to say about it."


"Never mind that now. Get it out of you and share some happy news to get their mind of dead people. They is done afraid they done seen a ghost of a haunting. You got to let them know you was just Casper paying a friendly visit a little sooner than expected."


He got the good news out and everyone was jumping up and down with joy for him. I thought that was going to change the subject but my Mom was out to get to the bottom of this. I was trying to take him by the hand and duck in the bedroom so I could talk to him myself about his reaction to 'slipping' out of his body in broad daylight like he did. She started giving us both the third degree and I knew what she was after. I kept trying to give him the psychic message .... 'don't say anything. Plead the fifth."


"Son, you slipped in here nice and quick like - if that be the case. What put it in your mind to slam that door like you did and give us all that jolt from it."


I knew I was had and told him,


"Go on and tell her. She is like a bloodhound and ain't going to give up until she hears it with her own ears."


She slapped her on knee and started shouting out and pointing her finger at me.


"I knew it. I knew it. I knew. You put him up to this."


"I put him up to slamming the door on you ya'll - but I didn't have a dang thing to do with his ghost leaving his body like that. I will admit, that I knew I could have put him up to it - I would have done it a heck of a lot sooner. But, I ain't had no mind to think to do that. I would if I could, but I don't have the pleasure of taking credit for that one."


My Mom started talking about "I have mind to call your Momma and let her know what you two are up to." My friend said,


"I wish you would. I wouldn't know how to put it into words for her. Maybe you could help me with that. I think you might be able to explain it better than I can."


My Mom got on the phone. "Bev, your not going to believe this. I done warned you about my Son and what could happen if your around him long enough. He done and went and got your son mixed up in his shenanigans. I am going to send them to you right now so be prepared. You ain't going to believe it. Help me try and get to the bottom of this. I know my Son and I know he ain't lying to me about what he thinks is going on in his mind. You know your Son, so - see what you think when you hear the tale they are about to tell you. We will tea later and discuss this in a rational and sane way. It is going to be a comfort to me to have another Mother's mind on board to help me in my struggle to understand what is happening."


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[dking777]

His Mother was way more understanding of it than my Mom was at that point in my life. I was starting my rebellion stage and the arguments were adding up. The problem was, my Mom trying to 'force' her religious opinion on me as fact.


We talked about the discovery of the 'out of body' experiences together and I assured her that 'in spirit' I always came at my friends invitation and he came to my house at night with my invitation. He had asked his Mom about 'sharing dreams' with me and had given her permission for it. She was a little curious about what we did together outside our bodies.


"Don't worry. I have a watchful eye on him and we keep ourselves out of trouble."


She was curious about the activities were involved in and I told,


'We go camping. Best kind of camping in the world. No one has to spend a dime or find the time to take us."


She asked what we talked about around the campfire in our dreams.


"We talk about where we are at in our minds about our Maker. Grown-ups have a way of looking at it. Us kids have a different way of looking at it. We just help each other that way."


After our conversation I had the full support and blessing of his Mom and Dad.


My Mom later asked me, "How did you do it? You done got that Mother convinced this is one of God's blessings in disguise."


So, at the age of 17 - I was still having to 'poke' at spirits and ask,


"Is you dead, just sleeping, or is your ghost done ran away from you in your excitement?"


Sincerely,


DKing

 

[dking777]

I forgot to mention that it was my friends Mom who suggested I invite more of the fellows my age - up and down the block on those 'out of body' camping trips at night. She said she would call ahead and talk to the other Mother's about it before hand. I eventually showed up at every house knocking on the door to make sure they didn't mind if I came for a visit to their Son's in their dreams.


This sort of thing went on from the age of 14 to the age of 17. It came to an end during a 'final out of body' camping trip. I warned them that I was about to 'go to sleep' and wouldn't recall our 'special trips' at night after I turned 18. When they asked me 'how come' -- I told them,


"I got bigger fish to fry."


Sincerely,


DKing

 

[BethC]

That's cool, Dking. I've had a couple of shared (not sure of they were oob, but kind of psychic experiences) with friends, but actually, we were also physically in the same room, as well, so nothing quite like you describe.

 

[tanguerra]

Great stuff Dking. Well written too. No wonder your mother was trying to work out if you were tricking her or not!


What year was all this stuff going on? I'm guessing in the 1960s or 70s? People were only just starting to begin to open their minds to things like this back then on a more mainstream level.

 

[Mama2HRB]

DKing,


You are one amazing storyteller. I was laughing right along with you. (Not that I don't believe it was real because I know it was.)


Thank you for posting that. It made my evening and helped me to understand what my daughter went through from the eyes of a child, and that is a rare gift.


Thanks again. :thumbsup:

 

[dking777]

What year was all this stuff going on? I'm guessing in the 1960s or 70s? People were only just starting to begin to open their minds to things like this back then on a more mainstream level.

The events of this story took place in 1974 just after I met the 'sixth' soul mate friend - and prior to meeting the 7th and 8th ones that I shared 'spontaneous recall' with. The last 'out of body' camping trip adventure we went on was in the last weeks of the summer of 1977.


I haven't 'thought' or recalled this story since it happened. It started flowing back to me after I read Mama2HRB's post and saw the words 'dead people' and how confusing that concept was for me. It was a few years later that Micheal Jackson came out with the video "Thriller' and was laughing about it. I knew it reminded me of my Mom's concept of death and 'spirits' sleeping in a grave.


I always had to have 'special permission' from the 'spirit guides' I worked with during that time - and my understanding was that when they granted permission - it was coming straight from the "Maker." I recall instructing them to say their 'prayers' and asking for permission - for the sake of truth and that which is eternally known.


It was a 'secret' on one level - but they all had permission to speak directly to their parents about the subject matter we spoke about. As one friend said back then, "It is Church stuff, just said a different way."


The first 'trip' I took them on was a trip to the North Pole and a polar bear expedition. I had a Mama Bear I had been visiting for years on my own. (Since I was 8.) She didn't always have cubs with her - but that trip I recall telling them,


"Ya'll got to stand back cause she ain't going to know you. She done got used to me showing up like I do and don't growl at me no more. She don't even pay me no mind. I done got her broke that way. I know her well enough to know she is going to have a fit if you boys go racing up to them cubs without her say so."


My friends remarked how I was more worried about the polar bears than I was them.


"You ain't going to have no body with you boy. If it goes to biting and clawing - it just going to be biting clawing at thin air. You have no idea how long it takes to calm them down once they get riled up. If all you want to do is chase after their hind ends the whole time were there - don't listen to a word I say and find out the hard way - just like I had to."


Most of the parents I worked with during that time were young - and were either in their late teens during the 60's or their early 20's. I feel the 60's had a radical impact on many people's minds.

.) I do feel it is the first time I heard the term 'new age.' I think that is something my Mom used to describe some of the other parents.
It was also during this time that I heard about the University Professor from Virginia who studied children with past life recall. That reference came at the wrong time in my young life. I had three peers my age and we were busy hunting polar bears together and finally making peace with the trauma associated with it. The last thing on my mind was talking to any more adults.....regardless of who they were. Someone had drilled his name into my mind so much that when I finally ran across a book with his name in it - it rang a bell from that period in my life. There were three other families being touched with the past life recall of their three sons at this stage. Including my family - that was four and our parents were all old friends to one another and known one another from their own childhood's together. They were all reaching out looking for information and answers the best they could so I feel the information was out in the public for those seeking answers.


Sincerely,


DKing

 

[dking777]

You are one amazing storyteller. I was laughing right along with you. (Not that I don't believe it was real because I know it was.)


Thank you for posting that. It made my evening and helped me to understand what my daughter went through from the eyes of a child, and that is a rare gift.

Thanks for the kind words - and thanks for the post that inspired it. My Mom has passed away - and I know that a part of me was longing to reach back and touch her - and I know her and I would have been laughing ourselves silly recalling that incident. I recall her asking me a couple of times as an adult if I could remember that time my friend's ghost got away from him and slam the door on her. I never had any idea what she was talking about when she mentioned things like this from my childhood. I thought she was trying to 'test' my amnesia. If I said "oh yeah' to shut her up about it - then I would find myself in hot water about something. But, I honestly had it buried so deep that I was never triggered to recall anything about it.


I had warned my friends that I was heading into a 'dark tunnel' period and wouldn't recall them or the things we used to do on the 'astral level' outside our bodies. I spent a whole year trying to prepare myself mentally for it.


If my Mom can't be here to laugh at that memory - I am glad there was a parent here who could stand in her place and get a laugh or two from the 're-telling' of it. It was a joy and delight to recall it like I did here on the board.


Sincerely,


DKing

 

[dking777]

As far as my parents and the other parents were concerned - we lived two doors down from one friend I shared past life memories with. The other kids was the son of a friend of my Dad's from High School. They worked in the same profession. The other kid was the son of a friend of my Mom's whom she had hung out with some in her teen years.


I had told my parents that I had met three right straight in a roll - so they knew that much. One of them wanted to talk to both our parents together while they were playing dominios. That was it and I refused to allow the other two to talk to my parents in front of me. I wouldn't tell them the names of the other two boys. I told my Mom,


"Read between the lines."


That is how she was telling me to learn how to talk about reincarnation. Indirectly rather than directly. If my parents tried to pry too much information out of me during that stage in my life ....that was my favorite reply. "Read between the lines. I don't want to talk about it directly no more."


I felt there was personal, private and confidential information hidden in the undertow. The past lives were from a time when there was an adult mind at work in the world and didn't have to answer to parents about. But my parents had the chance to 'interview' three other young boys my age about their past life recall. I think a part of me resented the fact that they seemed to be taking their 'word' about it over mine. I had tried to talk to them for years and they didn't take me seriously enough for my immature and childish mind. I thought it was strange that 'three strangers' could walk into our lives and my parents changed their tune when dealing with them about it.


My friends came to me and told me that my parents had talked to them about their personal recall. I only spoke about it once to one set of parents and one other time I spoke to the Dad of another. It was very brief and all I did was acknowledge that as far as my mind was concerned, a part of me and a part of his Son had lived in this world together in different bodies during a different time. My attitude with him was, 'that was then and this is now.' One thing I did speak to him about that I don't recall speaking to any other parent about - or my own parents was the fact I had sight and understanding that his Son and I had a future life ahead of us. That was the main theme of our conversation. We were in preparation for a future life together -- and his Son didn't grasp that concept to well. I was trying to get his Dad to help me express that to him in a way I couldn't.


Now that I can recall it with a mature mind - it was a delightful period in my young life. My parents were finally not 'alone' with it and had other parents they could talk to who were their own age - and dealing with parenthood the way they were.


I found out about it later, but my Dad took my Mom on a trip and when they arrived at a location off in New Mexico somewhere - he told her about his own 'past life' recall and dying at that very spot. My Mom flipped out about it and that is when she decided on the 'devils advocate' role she was going to play. She felt the established Church was out to tar and feather me and burn me at the stake. She said she was doing it to save my life from religious persecution. She said she had nightmares every time the subject came up that they were collecting firewood to burn her child at the stake. So, that is when I made the promise to never speak on the subject of reincarnation to spare her from her own nightmares. I never spoke directly about reincarnation to my Mom after the age of 15 and if she brought it up - I would tell her, "Read between the lines."


Sincerely,


DKing

 

[dking777]

The last 'out of body' camping trip I took with my friends at the age of 17 was designed in a special way. My friends said it was always hard to grasp the 'reality' of that 'lucid-like' dream feeling they had when we woke back up in the physical body. They always expressed their fear and concern that if I suddenly 'went blank' and couldn't remember the vivid details of our adventures like they could - it was going to hurt their feelings and make it seem unreal to them.


I told them, "My conscious mind is going to forget. The heart never forgets. I got things to do and all this stuff is going to cloud up my vision. I have to have clear focus moving toward the future. So, don't worry about it. My heart is never going to forget our time in eternity together."


I bought a new car and the idea came to me somehow to give them one last send off before my amnesia came with a road trip. I went around the block and told the parents what I had in mind and why. I wanted to define 'infinity' to their minds in a way I felt they could grasp it with their logical and rational minds. I got permission to take the group on a road trip. I just didn't tell my friends about it. I gathered them up one early afternoon with the idea we were going to the mall to hang out. I hit the highway and started talking about 'running away' and going on a real adventure to the Gulf Coast to see the ocean. They all freaked out. They were fit to be tied about leaving town without getting permission from their parents. I stopped at the first highway rest stop and opened my trunk. Each one of them had a bag packed by their Mom's hands with a sack lunch and a note inside giving them permission to spend the weekend with me -- on the road. My young friends ranged in age from 14 to 16. So it was a big blessing for me to have their parents trust to take a 600 mile road trip to the Gulf Coast. Of course, I wouldn't tell the boys were we were heading. "You will see when we get there. I got a camping spot picked out for us somewhere. A real camping spot this time around." I was doing everything I could to get them lost and travel without a sense of direction. We were heading straight for the Ocean.


I got to the spot I had picked out on a map. You couldn't see the ocean, but you could smell the sea salt in the air. There was a dirt road that went to a 'sand dune' type of hill. Once I got to the top of it, I stopped and told them to look at the endless blue horizon of the sky meeting the sea. I told them that was as close to the sight of infinity that we could get to. I told them boys, "Hold on to your hats boys, we are going for a swim." I gunned the gas and headed my car straight for the waves. I stopped short enough to be about a foot deep in the deepest part. I told them get out of the car and I would say what I had to say to them. I told them, "Step out and get your feet wet in the infinity of eternity along the sands of time."


I made a little speech at the side of the sea that day about how we were all on a journey though time and would part company along the way - but we were all going to end back up at the spot we had started from. On the 'edge of eternity.'


Several of the boys were crying tears of joy. I told them to look around on the beach and tell me if they could spot anything familiar. We had 'camped' out at the very spot several weeks prior in one of our 'out of body dreams.' They were jumping up and down with joy. I told them I couldn't afford the gas to take them to see the polar bears - so they had to make do with the seashore camping spot we had used in one of our out of body dreams.


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[Mama2HRB]

{{DKing}}


I am sorry your Mom was so freaked out about reincarnation. I can tell you from the view of a parent that when your child starts talking about stuff that is so far away from what you know and from what others feel is normal that we tend to freak out.


Luckily I had an interest in the "weird stuff in life" and used to read books on how to embalm bodies, etc, at a very young age (I have no idea why but I did go up to bodies at funerals to see how they are done and if there are any mistakes ... something I still do, LOL)


Do you recall anything about "sleepers" taking over your body when you were out of ... hold "the place" so to speak?

 

[dking777]

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"Just because your mind forgot about this spot since our trip here- didn't mean your heart forgot a thing about. When it came time to find your way back here - you got the ride you needed to get you to the edge of eternity again along the sands of time."


I promised them all that when the time came for them to cross over to the other side my spirit would be there for them again. For me, that is how it worked in eternity. It didn't matter when they were scheduled to 'pass over.' One could leave at the age of 18, another at the age of 45 and everyone else at the age of 81. On the other side - we would be like kids again and be all standing together in eternity as if - we never left it.


The real dream wasn't dreaming about camping on the seashore in our dreams during sleep at night. The real dream was walking around in a mortal body attached to a mortal mind. The time when we would wake up and realize - life had just been a temporary dream. That temporary dream didn't compare to everlasting and eternal life.


I pointed my finger at one of my past life associates and said,


"Next time we show up in this world together - I want YOU to show up first. The rest of you fellows just step in line behind him and know - he is going to get most of my attention in the next life because he showed up first. You may not remember why you get to show up first and the rest of you may not remember why he got to show up first - but - when you need to remember - you will remember this day and experience we shared standing all together here - in this moment - in this lifetime. IN that next life - you will have your answer why I am spending more time with him than the rest of you and I don't want to hear no dang squawking about it. Get your answer then from the memory I am placing in your heart now - knowing - you will remember it when you need it from your heart and not your mind"


That was how I went about trying to buffer the 'amnesia' that was about to blind me to my own history and that day on the beach with them. We would remember it when it served the purpose for which it was given - and not necessarily when we wanted it.


Sincerely,


DKing

 

[dking777]

I am sorry your Mom was so freaked out about reincarnation. I can tell you from the view of a parent that when your child starts talking about stuff that is so far away from what you know and from what others feel is normal that we tend to freak out.

That was my Mom's favorite saying. "It is NOT normal Son. Normal people just don't have a mind to deal with this sort of thing."


I don't think my Mom was all that freaked out about the subject itself - as much as she was the way I talked about it like it was the 'normal' thing to do - and I expected them to 'accept' it as normal.


Sincerely,


DKing

 

[dking777]

Do you recall anything about "sleepers" taking over your body when you were out of ... hold "the place" so to speak?

I was trying to 'recall' how I knew about the 'broad daylight' incident' and knew that his body would be gasping for air. I found another memory of a night when I was 15 and took some fellows through a cemetery to scare them. It wasn't my idea. It was a co-workers idea the other guys involved were co-workers. I went along with his scheme was trying to scare them and it backfired - and I got scared out of my wits. My 'ghost' took off running and left my body behind gasping for air and flopping around like a fish. When I came to my senses about 10 yards away - and realized I was outside my body - it wasn't nothing I hadn't done plenty of times before. I knew that the body and mind had to be 'asleep' prior to making that jump out of it - or - you were going to end up 'short of breath.'


The only thing I can recall vividly is making a reference to the 'rope' that was attached to the 'spirit' body and the physical. We could be 1000's of miles away and to get back to our physical bodies - all we had to do was 'jerk' on the rope and we would be back to our bodies in a blink of the eye. I don't have any sort of recall about anything other than the 'rope' being connected to the two bodies. I have one memory of a 'near-death experience' where I left something behind to watch over my physical body while I went off to the 'astral wild plane.' My aunt came into the bedroom - which everyone had been warned NOT to do when I had a seizure because my body was going to lock up - freeze - and be a corpse for awhile. My parents stopped sitting by my side during my seizures for that reason. I had to learn to bite the bullet and suffer the pain alone. My Aunt was in the other room and couldn't stand to hear me screaming. It wasn't the screams that made her come into the room. It was the dead silence. I had to spend time with my Aunt afterwards trying to calm her down and get her to grasp what 'she thought' she had seen. It wasn't nothing I hadn't done many times before. I just wasn't used to someone walking into to see it.


To me - the 'spiritual body' would retain the duplicate image of the physical body. I called that body the 'long john' body. The naked 'body' was the one where I morphed into a tiny orb of light. There was a transformation period between the 'image of transparent' nine year old - to the 'tiny' orb. It would 'explode' to a massive body of light the size of 'bigfoot' and then implode to the size of soap bubble.


I was still attached to the 'image of a ghostly' child - though an invisible 'psychic' bond. I was off in the Universe miles away when I heard my Aunt screaming. So, I raced back and flew through the wall as an orb of light. I saw here looking at my 'ghostly image' on the bed and then at me as an 'orb.' I knew I couldn't get back into the ghostly 'long john' body without the 'explosion' that would burst out like a bigfoot - so I raced toward her and went behind her back. For me, there was an 'evolutionary' phase or stages I went through during the NDE's where my body would morph from one to another. My parents swore up and down it had been the 'grim reaper' coming to take their child away. It was just me 'morphing' from one body to the next.


This was something I did with ease when the 'body' shut down vitals. It was not something that I could or would get permission to do during the 'out of body' sessions. The 'mind' or mentality I walked around in with in my 'out of body' experiences was limited to the same sort of mind I walked with as a human child. I told my friends about the variations in the 'out of body' travel and recall telling them I couldn't get permission to have the 'morph' to an orb. When they asked why - I told them, "It would be too heavy on your mind. I am used to it. Your not."


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[dking777]

I may have left my 'ghostly' image in a 'sleep' state during solo sessions, but I knew it wasn't something I could do with my friends tagging along.


Sincerely,


DKing

 

[dking777]

I can tell you from the view of a parent that when your child starts talking about stuff that is so far away from what you know and from what others feel is normal that we tend to freak out.

I don't think my Mom would have 'freaked' out as much - if it hadn't been the idea of 'dead people' involved. Which, the shoe got put on the other foot shortly after I turned 18. I think now, that was a part of the process of growing up - and trying to comprehend my parents and a 'normal point of view.'


At the age of 17, I wouldn't have batted an eye or raised an eyebrow of a 'spirit showed' up by flying through wall of my house.


After the age of 18, I would have freaked out - in fact - I did freak out many times during a transformation phase in my own conscious development.


There was an incident when a 'dead persons' spirit showed up in the back seat of my car while I was driving on a long road trip. I thought I was losing my 'marbles.' There was another person in the car with me and they couldn't see or hear a thing. I thought it was my imagination playing tricks on me so I went along with the 'gag' I felt my mind was playing on me. I told my Grandpa when I arrived at his house about it and he laughed. It was nothing new to him and the fact I was so shocked, stunned and freaked out about it - was - the shoe being on the other foot. I told him, "I was doing everything I could to keep from wetting myself. That sort of thing does a tap dance on your mind."


I can't recall if it was when I was 18 or when I was 20. I think it was when I first moved out. I was walking through the living room of my small bachelor pad and out of the corner of my eye - I saw a full grown man walk though a wall from the side and was on a path to stand right in front of me in the hallway. My mind was racing a mile a minute trying to understand when someone put a door on the side like that - what in the world was a stranger doing walking through it like that. I was new to the area and thought maybe he was trying to visit the former resident. When I got to the point where I was staring him in the face - I couldn't believe my eyes. I didn't have to poke this man to know - he was dead. His death had made the news the world over. It was either him or someone doing a impersonation of him. Either way, he was transparent. I stood back, put my hands up in the air and said, "What the heck? Don't you believe in knocking. You don't just walk into people's houses like it is the thing to do. Get the heck out of my house. Git. Learn to knock."


This particular spirit was asking me, "Don't you remember me. That is right. You don't remember do you. Remember me kid. Don't leave me standing here alone in this moment like this. I have been waiting for a long time to get you back."


I remember you. You showed up in the backseat of my car not too long ago. You was rude then and you is rude now. When is you going to learn some manners. I don't care who you think you was when you was alive. In case you haven't heard. You is dead now. If you knew how my mind is flip flopping around right now - and how hard it is to keep myself from wetting myself from looking at you like this. You is a ghost. That don't sit right in the mind at all. For a ghost, you ain't looking to bad. I was expecting worse."


This particular spirit is the one I now recall as being the 'human earth' angel to me as a child beginning at the age of 8. He said, "Don't you remember that time you showed up as a ghost during one of your trips home. You didn't knock before showing up in my house. I figure it is time to get you back for that. How does if feel to have the shoe on the other foot now?"


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[dking777]

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So, I got to grow and go through that 'adult frame of mind.' I just knew how 'crazy' it sounded and didn't know if I was losing my own marbles. I was able to speak to my Grandfather about it and my family knew all about my 'claims' of having a relationship in spirit with a very famous man while he was alive. He died in 1977. The memories of his death would come back to me when his 'spirit' showed up.


"OH yeah, I remember you now. I was mad as a hornet at you that day. I was so mad at you, I jumped out of my body and went looking for you. I was going to give you a piece of my mind."


In truth, when I heard about his death on the radio, the shock of it sent my body into convulsions and I had a cardiac seizure right in the middle of the street with traffic honking their horns at me. I had a near-death experience that evening right in the middle of the street sitting in my car.


It was a big game he and I played to keep our relationship a secret and out of the press. When it first started - I was at the height of my medical crisis. It was my decision as a child not to get any more people involved than I could handle. My parents had given me permission to carry on a 'relationship' in spirit with him and I had to tell my Dad everything we ever spoke about in private - or - in dreams.


My parents once asked me why there was such a bond between us and I had said,


"He don't remember it like I do - but - we knew each other when he lived in a different body."


It was past life related as well. After I turned 18, there was the shock of his death and - there was this very odd feeling about his celebrity and fame. I never knew of him as being famous. There was the man the world knew and then there was the heart and soul I felt I had memories of. They were as different as night and day as far as my mind was concerned.


His spirit came calling on me from time to time, off and on up to the year 1986 and then, he disappeared from my sight and the memories slowly sunk into my unconscious mind. After that first time he walked though a walk - I got him to knock before making an appearance to me. The memories of that unmistakable voice saying 'knock, knock' have come to the surface of my mind again.


His spirit helped teach me that 'adult' side and 'adult point of view' and got me back plenty for all the times my 'ghost' showed up at his place without knocking first. He helped me learn to wear the shoe on the other foot - so to speak.


But - the mention of 'dead people - he is first person to pop into my mind now. How I recall telling him, "I don't know if you know this yet or not - but you is dead. Is you lost or something? What are you doing wondering in and out of people's houses for. Is that why all them tabloids running them stories about you? Or, is just missing the attention so much you got to keep seeing your name in print? If you think I am going to call the National Enquirer and give them a story about you - you has done lost your mind. Them people is looked at like fools. I ain't going to be no fool for you." It is a delight to look back and remember him slapping his knee and laughing himself silly when I said that to him.


Sincerely,


DKing

 

[dking777]

It was during that time period from 1977 to 1981 when five of the people on the 'soul mate' list I wrote about on the other thread - died. If I count the man I was a Godson to - then that is six. I had the ghosts of 'six dead' people running in and out of my house from 1980 to 1983. Just because I had forgotten I had done this many times as a child - didn't stop them from poking their heads through walls and saying 'boo.'


I went out of my way trying NOT to talk about it to other friends and the dang door would fly open and shut. (They knew about the time I had done that on purpose with my Mom.) They wanted me to talk about their spiritual presence with my living human friends. I thought they would have me locked and committed in an insane asylum. It was hard to sit in a living room with the doors flying open, the windows flying open, object flying across the room and light going on and off without my friends asking,


"What the heck is going on here?"


"You ain't never going believe me. Just some friends of my mine trying to drag me into their shenanigans. Shenanigans I am trying to grow out of - thank you very much. "


It was always dealt with a sense of humor. I would be slapping my knee laughing.


"The one thing them fools didn't loose when they lost their bodies the way they did - was their love for laughter. I am thinking they have all lost their mind, but they didn't lose their sense of humor along the way."


But it was during this time when I realized how much activity was going on around us as humans in the spiritual realm. They was all over the dang place. The city was 'crawling' with them. This was the stage in my life where I found myself being the 'messenger' and passing on message from spirits to loved ones left behind. I would be driving down the road early for work and a spirit would pop up and ask me to do a favor and stop off at a funeral along the way. The spirit of a deceased husband wanted to pass on a message to the widow he left behind.


My biggest question back then was, "why couldn't all these spirit just show up at their own dang funeral and pass on the messages directly themselves? Why get me involved in other people's personal business. Over and over again I was told,


"Because people don't believe as you believe. What people believe makes a difference in what they can receive."


That reason was given to me so much - I stopped asking. I kept asking for many a day - thinking I would eventually get a different answer.


Back then, when I watched movies about the paranormal - I thought someone had their head up their behinds in Hollywood. They always seemed to make it 'sinister' and filled with 'horror.' If they would have camped out at my house from 1981 to 1983, they would have seen first hand a comedy show. I felt the first step in believing and receiving had to do with ridding oneself of the fear that seemed to be attached to it.


I always felt my involvement was just a prelude to them having their own direct encounter. I felt having a 'direct encounter' like I had with my own personal friends who had passed was far superior to the 'indirect' method of it being passed through a human mind of a messenger. Some, I felt - it was just too heavy on their mind. After years of experiences, and the heartache and headaches my Mom and I endured - I felt the pay off was worth it when I saw the eyes of grieving widow light up with an eternal joy.


My Mom once told me she played the devils advocate to help me in my path - and that when the time came - I would look back on her having a hand in shaping any of the good that came out of my 'spiritual insights.' Now, I look back in fondness of the delight in many a persons eyes - and know my Mom deserves a big portion of any credit for the joy that came to many a strangers eyes from 1981 to 1983. Our suffering together paid off.


Sincerely,


DKing

 

[Mama2HRB]

I watch the ghost hunting shows on tv and think how stupid that they are. Every time one of them screams because there is a sound l want to yell at the tv. "Hey idiot you came looking for them. Why are you scared when they show up?" Lol


I often deliver messages. I don't always know who they are from but they make sure they are heard. A week or so ago l was helping a new author with a book about a murder. Imagine my surprise when first one of the convicted showed up followed by the victim. (Their words not their ghosts)


The conversation was quite interesting to say the least. Especially when the victim let the author know exactly what he thought of a book being written..


Has your famous friend showed up recently?


My daughter is returning home very soon. I am looking forward to sharing your posts with her.

 

[jonathan21]

A question about dead people.


I cannot see dead people.I was wondering do they look any different.Without knowing they have died or not.Not sure if that's the right way to phrase it.I hope I am not being disrespectful at all.just very curious.

 

[Mama2HRB]

The ones I have seen look the same to me as live people. They just are in places where they shouldn't be ... like sitting on the electrical wires or in my living room ... or I just see their face.


Such a strange life I live LOL


Mostly I hear their thoughts, especially it seems lately when I am typing and they want to get a message across ...

 

[dking777]

I cannot see dead people.I was wondering do they look any different.Without knowing they have died or not.Not sure if that's the right way to phrase it.I hope I am not being disrespectful at all.just very curious.

I am reminded of a story from the time period around 1981. I had a lot of friends who were curious about my 'tales' of direct contact with the spirits of my deceased friends. I had a strict rule about 'the spirits' haunting my place in way that caused any fear of any kind. I could take it - but I didn't want any thing that give my home a 'bad reputation.'


"Don't be turning my 'home sweet home' into a horror show."


My friends were expressing a sincere desire to have a 'visual' of one of the 'so-called' ghosts. One of my friends was a prankster and itching to make his presence known to them. I made all of them state a 'verbal prayer' which I felt released me from any responsibility. (Read the fine print before you sign. You can't sue me and hold me libel for any damages - and it has to remain confidential. No National Enquirer stories! If you feel a need to tell the story to other friends, you got to change the names, dates, and locations.)


I told them if they view the spirits through the eyes of 'fear' rather than the eyes of love - and it blew up in their faces - they had to hold God responsible and not me.


Over and over again, friends were coming up to me and saying, "Who was that guy riding with you in your car the other day. The young guy." There was no one in my car and told them so. I would hear the silent voice of my friend say, "It was me." Just as my human friends would say, "He had a Mohawk. You couldn't miss him." I was fascinated that he was able to make his self appear like he was in 'flesh and blood.' Some friends came by and knocked on my door while I was out. They asked me, "Who was that young guy wearing a Mohawk that answered your door the other day?" My friends were disappointed. "He didn't look like no ghost I ever heard of. He looked like a perfectly normal human being as far as my eyes and minds were concerned."


One of my friends had traveled to my hometown for a concert and had a chance to actually met my friend who died - before he died. It was only after showing them a photograph and then getting him to testify, "Yep, that is the guy I met at the mall that day", that my friends were willing to accept the fact they had encountered the actual ghost of a deceased friend.


How you sense them with your own 'mind' depends on how they present and project themselves in a spiritual image. His spirit didn't present or project his image to me that way prior to that so - I was confused about it. When I asked his spirit about it - his spirit stated he had gone out of his way to honor my request - and since I had called "God" in to witness it - he had no choice but to honor it.


My older 'friend' who showed up that day - knew he was deceased from the world. I was just making a joke with him about it. Truth is, there are spirits who are lost and confused after passing - and don't know they are 'gone from the world' because in part - they are not. It has been my experience that those in that state - can only project a human image because they haven't gone through the 'transformation' process. I was used to the 'orb of light' image. I didn't like the 'bigfoot' humaniod shape of light. The one without human features because it was hard on the senses to adjust to that sort sight in your eyes.


But if I got your question right - if they are 'in denial' of their death's and lost in that transition - from my experiences, I tend to believe it is not possible for them to present anything other than human image. If they are not 'aware' that they are in spirit form - they can not make that 'jump, leap or switch' to the other spiritual forms.


Sincerely,


DKing

 

[dking777]

Which reminds me of another story. After my deceased friendly spirit had shown himself around in a 'human' flesh and blood image - one of my living human friends was disappointed and expressed a desire to see his spirit the way I did. I told him,


"No you don't. You mind will not be able to handle it without fear."


He asked how I knew this as a fact if I hadn't given him a chance to see it with his own eyes. I told him,


"Because I can hear my friendly ghost rubbing his hands together behind me saying - yeah - let me at him. Brother, he is setting you up for a fall. He wants to scare you, more so than any of others. He has a bone to pick with you."


My friend (who had died) had been 'gay' and I had told my friends this secret. My living friend had made an offensive remark about that fact. I told him,


"He is going to get you back for your words about him."


My living friend said,


"He is your friend and any friend of yours, I feel is a friend of mine, and I probably deserve what ever he has to dish out for that. As long as I can look back on that scare as a gag among friends, then, I am okay with it."


I told him to keep it to himself when it happened and not start up rumors about a 'scary' encounter with a ghost of one of my friends - because I didn't want to people lining up in front of my door to by tickets to the 'house of horror.'


My young friend came running into my house a few weeks later and had a strange look on his face. He said I was the only person in the world he felt he could tell about it without getting looked at like he had lost his marbles. I told him, "I know he done got you because his spirit is over there in the corner rolling in the floor laughing. I had to tell him to keep it to himself and let you tell me the story before he does."


To me and my mind, it was no different than if a human friend had pulled a sheet over his head and jumped out at another friend late at night catching them off guard and chasing them down the street due to their own fright. My human friend said he wanted to 'know' that spirits lived on in some fashion, form or way and that was very important to him.


My friend was only 17 at the time and year prior to me meeting him, his Mother had passed away. My friend explained his reasoning to me about wanting the scary experience. He said,


"I know enough to laugh at my fear now. My biggest fear has been that I will never see my Mother again. I know differently now and I have nothing but gratitude toward your queer friend for helping resolve that problem for me."


Sincerely,


DKing

 

[dking777]

I watch the ghost hunting shows on tv and think how stupid that they are. Every time one of them screams because there is a sound l want to yell at the tv. "Hey idiot you came looking for them. Why are you scared when they show up?"

When my memories started returning to the surface, I looked for a show like that. I felt like you because it seemed so unrealistic to me. It may be realistic to some - but the whole idea of touching the 'raw nerves' didn't registrar with me.

Has your famous friend showed up recently?

The last time I had a visit was in 1986. We had our own intimate 'understanding' about his 'strange visits.' I didn't look at him like other's may have - so - to hear me talk about his visits from 1977 to 1986 - he was a 'nag' and 'nuisance.' His last appearance to me was when I was introduced to the young musician from Seattle. I told the Seattle musician who I had sight of walking out of my bedroom to 'nag' me again. In hindsight now, it was sort of a 'horse and pony' show I put on for the sake of his spirit - because - I never was influenced by his celebrity or fame - and didn't hold back speaking my mind to him and treating him just like I would any other friend of mine. I told my Seattle Musician,


"That is why he loves coming to see me. I don't kiss his behind like everyone else did when he was in the world. He says I am helping him deflate his enormous ego about that."


Truth be told, I was being forewarned that we were got to part company in the future and I wouldn't have him to 'nag' me about things in the future. Truth be told, I wasn't looking forward to that fork in the road where we were going to separate for awhile. So, I went out of my way to prepare my own mind for it by copping the attitude of 'good riddance.' Truth be told, it was the happiest and saddest day of my life.


His spirit was there that day because I was supposed to pass on messages to the 'up and coming' musician who was going to rival his own fame and success. I was to pass on advise about what was in store for him ahead when his own fame game came into play. One of the first messages I passed on to my Seattle friend was,


"Write this down if you have to but it is the number one piece of advice coming from the heart and soul - of rock and roll itself. Stay away from the Colonel and all those like him. In the record business, they are like leeches in a swamp. You got to prepare yourself for the leaches and avoid them like the plague itself. They are out to suck the very life and soul out of the heart of rock and roll. Your talent will pave the way for you. Don't let them fools fool you into thinking you need them for anything other than what what they are good for. Don't let deceive you or blind you from you own talent. Your talent is what will pave the way for your success. Not them leeches. Those are his words and not mine. He is depending on you to get rock and roll back on track after the derailing job them leeches did to him."


My opinion is - my Seattle friend followed the advise I passed on to him from the spirit of rock and roll himself to give them 'British invasion' boys a swift kick in the behind in the friendly competition going on with our English cousins in the rock and roll business.


My famous friends soul was at peace after that advice got passed on in 1986. He was constantly restless prior to that, so that is why I was so happy that day. He got the peace he finally deserved and as the saying goes .... was able to rest in peace for awhile. That is part of the reason it was the happiest day of my life. I got to see him light up like a Christmas with a great deal of joy and relief. He had regrets he had been struggling to make amends with.


Sincerely,


DKing

 

[dking777]

I spoke to a select group of up and coming musicians that day back in 1986 - on the telephone. My roommate was from Seattle and had no problem believing the stories I was sharing with him. That is why he got me on the phone to his friends as fast as he could.


"You are never going to believe who I am standing next to. He is looking for a group of up and coming musicians to pass on advise the man he says is the Godson of. You are not going to believe who is Godfather is."


I wasn't in the habit of using his worldly name. I had my own personal nickname for him. I called him P.J. There were several reasons why I choose that as a moniker. One of them was the Colonels of the world - and in case anyone want to try and see a story to the National Enquirer. I felt I had to change it to something to shield if from the inquiring minds of the press. The short answer to why I called his 'spirit' PJ was those dang clothes he insisted on showing up in. They looked like pajamas to me and my mind.


"When you going to grow up and stop running around in your pajamas. Grown men don't wear pajamas - especially in broad daylight. I don't know if your trick or treating or getting ready for bed."


PJ was actually short for something else. In 1986 when I spoke to the musicans - no one in the world had heard of my nickname and would never make any kind of mental association with the heart and soul of rock and roll. Of course, now - it is a different story.


My nickname for him was my "Pearl Jam." My friends wanted to know the story behind why I gave him that nickname and referred to him by that nickname since childhood. I started calling him that back in 1970. It was based on a scripture he always told me when we visited one another and talked about our future plans together. Matthew 7:6. He was a pearl I had to keep hidden from the 'dogs of the press' and the 'Colonels." The pearl came from that association. The 'jam' was the fact that when ever his spirit came - he paid for his visit with a 'jam session.' He would serenade me with a song - each and every time.


They wanted permission to use the story in the future. I refused to allow them permission to use his worldly name in any way. I told them,


"He says, your are to let your own talent pave the way. If you use his name in any type of promotional way - you will look back in regret and question your own success. If you want to honor his memory - you have to do so in a private way that his spirit will have an understanding of. He will know where your coming from with it."


Years later, I heard about a band from Seattle and what they were calling themselves. I was in 'denial' of my roommates death so I didn't pry into it that much. I found out later that the band was the former bandmates of my roommate from 1986 and three of them were guys I had spoken with on the telephone.


I haven't spoken to them since 1986 - so I don't know what their intentions were - and if it was accidental, coincidental or intentional. It just seems to me to be too much of a coincidence. I denied them permission to use the story in any promotional way. I told them if that story was meant to be told - it was my story to tell and not theirs. I told them they had to allow their own talent and merits to pave their way to success first.


Of course, when I heard that name being used - I would have like to have looked up and seen that spirit of a man walking though a wall in his PJ's to hear what he had to say about the idea of that band using my nickname for him. Whether he thought it was appropriate or not. If he did show up - I think he would have gotten a big kick out of it and approved of the use - if was intentionally done.


I only share it here, because I feel many on the board will appreciate the sacred nature of it - and not call the tabloids.


Sincerely,


DKing

 

[dking777]

Last night I was pondering the 'newfound' memory of my young 12 year old friend and how he reacted to my 'silent voice' when I told him to 'open the door' and slam it. I didn't know if he was going to be able to do it or not. I was pleasantly surprised when he accomplished it. I did have the 'feeling' that i was pulling the wool over his eyes some and took advantage of his excited state. When we did finally get alone to talk about it - that was my first question. How did he know how to move a physical object while he was in the 'invisible state.' When I am out of 'body' or in spirit - I usually have 'spirit guides' on my tail. They wouldn't allow me to do something like that in front of the sight of 'human mortal minds.' I told him that if a 'scolding' was going to come to him - that he was to pass it on to me. I felt I knew I had broken some sort of 'unwritten' rule pertaining to spirit. In hindsight, I don't know if I did or not - but that was the feeling and impression I had afterwards.


Another thing I was pondering from a distance was - how come I never went to my parents and pulled them out of their bodies at night - to show them first hand what was going on and how it was done.


I felt I had tried in vain many times. I couldn't do it with my siblings, my parents or my Grandparents. I do recall shouting at my Mom several times, "Why don't you just LET me show you these things. Then you will KNOW!"


I recall a time my Dad told me that he felt he and my Mom had a role to play as guardians. He said he felt that he had to shield himself from various aspects to live up to his responsibility as a parent. There had to be some sort of 'consent' given prior to the 'out of body' experience together. For what ever reason, they ran the opposite direction from it. I can recall someone telling, "If that sort of thing is true, it would drive me bonkers."


I also recall there had to be a 'strong' desire for it. The desire had to be lined up with 'spiritual concepts.' I think I didn't really had a strong 'desire' to met up with my parents or siblings 'out of body.' I feel it would have been sort of an 'invasion of my privacy' to have that sort of encounter with them.


I do recall talking to my parents and grandparents about the fact that on the other side - a part of them was there in spirit. This became a very confusing concept to me as a child - and eventually gave me headaches trying to figure out who was who and what was what. I feel it was a can of worms I had tried to open up in the past and realized - it just wasn't worth it. In hindsight, it looks like it would have solved a lot of problems we tackled together - but I also feel now it would have created more problems than it solved.


My Mom eventually came to call it 'La-la land." Where ever it was I was going in my NDE's or during my 'out of body' experiences was 'la-la land' to her. I can recall her saying,


"Son, I can't go running off into la-la land with you. I have a job to do and I got to keep my mind on my job."


My Mom wasn't working any job I knew of at the time. I asked where her job was and she said,


"I am a Mother. A Mother's job is never done. I ain't got time to run off to la-la land and come back talking like you do. What kind of Mother would I be to the rest of my kids if they tie me up in a straitjacket and throw me in a padded cell? One nut in the family is enough. You is nutty enough for the lot of us. I think there is an unwritten rule about that. Only one nut per family. You done beat me to that job Son. You do your job of being a nut and I will do mine as a Mother.


I feel my Mom had her role to play and she played it well.


Sincerely,


DKing

 

[Mama2HRB]

Wow .. I feel honored that you chose to share this with us. I would caution you, however, that google and other search engines can pick up your post. I did a quick search and it didn't come up anywhere near the top but funny ... as I was looking at their name my eyes saw Pajamas. No doubt a chuckle from your old pal PJ.


I am glad that in life and in death he had you as a friend, one who did not care at all about his fame or fortune and only saw him as a person. That is a rare thing for celebrities.

 

[Mama2HRB]

As a mother that is why I have yet to do a regression. I have this fear I could somehow get stuck and won't be here for my children. Once they are raised I plan to get one.