GHOSTS AND SPIRITS

I've been so busy lately...wanted to get another excerpt out there before too long, so here you go. This is one of my favorite parts.


Because I've had so many experiences perceiving nonphysically which have gotten excellent verification that my perception was real, it makes me all the more confident in trusting other experiences where I'm not so fortunate in having any kind of verification at all. It's just not always possible to have physical-world verified proof that an experience is real, like when Bruce nonphysically visited me in my car, telling me he was at the spiritual Meetup helping give me confidence. To me, no proof was necessary. If I am lucky enough to have Bruce's spirit visit me in that way after his death, imagine how happy I'll be. I'll be happy enough to continue living out the rest of my life knowing we survive after death and that our loved ones are never really gone.

Similar to sensing energy of the living is how we can also perceive visitations from someone deceased. I've been visited a handful of times by my dad after his death. One visit in particular was later verified by Bruce in an interesting way. Something neither of us was expecting, but it gave us both doubtless belief that Dad's spirit had indeed paid a visit.

Because of my spiritual beliefs about life, death, and the afterlife, I was able to handle my dad's death much better than I had previously believed I would. Although it was of course sad not to have my dad around, and sad for my mom to be lonely missing him so much, I knew that Dad was ok. The only thing that changed was that Dad was no longer physically living. And I guess it's because of this good attitude toward Dad's death that I don't always feel that he's actually gone. It's not until I think about it that I realize he is dead. It's been over a year since his death and I periodically will think, "Oh I need to call Dad and ask him about this." Or,"I can't wait to tell my dad" something. Or being disappointed at arriving at mom's to visit and realize that Dad isn't there. I can't believe I still forget that he's dead.

But on the other hand, I've had several visits from him since his death, so that's another reason I've been handling his death so well. You know it's funny....when he died, I expected----and wanted----to have the kind of visits from Dad that you'd expect of a typical ghostly presence. Nothing spooky, but just maybe having something move to get my attention, or seeing an apparition. The only thing I had that even came close to that kind of visit was one day while sitting in my bedroom thinking about Dad, a notebook fell off my shelf. I'd asked Dad to give me a sign, and I guess this was his way of doing it. I wasn't impressed and actually said, "Come on. Dad, if that's you, can't you do something more impressive than making the notebook fall?" It had fallen with a loud whop onto the floor, and landed a little farther away than what one would have expected. It definitely seemed like a deliberate sign. When I told Bruce about the incident he said, "Let me get this straight. You ask for a sign, you get one, and then you complain about it?" I laughed. It's not that I wasn't excited. I just wasn't impressed. I realized that those kinds of signs weren't what I really needed---or wanted---anymore.

Both my mom and brother, however, have had remarkable experiences. Mom once saw my dad's presence as a mist walking through the kitchen. She immediately thought of my dad and she thought, "Jack, is that you?" On another occasion she was watching television, changing the channel to something she doesn't normally watch but was something my dad would have watched, Cats 101. She doesn't know why she left it there but she decided to sit and watch anyway. Suddenly, she heard my dad laughing....physically out loud, she heard his voice. It made her turn quickly toward the sound of it, almost expecting to see him sitting there. She’s also felt his hand touch her shoulder.

My brother's experience was similar to mom's mist experience. Why I haven't seen something like that, I'm not sure. But I have had several visits from my dad, both during out-of-body experiences and while physically awake.

One such experience, while physically awake, happened while I was standing in the kitchen at the stove, making a sandwich. Suddenly, I felt my dad's presence as if he’d just walked into the room. Instinctively I lifted my head and looked forward, although I wasn't looking through my physical eyes but my mind's eye. I could see my dad, and felt him, behind me and slightly to my right. He came up around my right side and moved into the space right in front of me, so that Dad and I were right in front of each other, despite the fact that physically in front of me was the stove. At this point I had learned enough to know not to brush it off or debunk the experience, so I just went along with what I was feeling and perceiving. In my mind I said, "Hi Dad!" I went with the notion of just treating this experience the same way you'd treat a phone call that you weren't expecting. The phone rings, you answer it, and begin talking to whomever's there. I treated this visit like a phone call. In my mind I began telling Dad of the events of the week, sharing with him what I'd been feeling or going through. And in my mind Dad was there to listen, comfort me, and give some advice. I didn't have a real word-for-word response from him but just a feeling in general of what he wanted to say and convey to me. I enjoyed it and allowed myself to believe it was a real experience.

It wasn't until a few days later when I relayed the experience to Bruce over the phone that I got verification that it was a real experience. I told Bruce, "Hey, guess what! I had a visit from my dad!"

"Oh yeah? What happened?" Bruce asked.

"Well, I was in the kitchen making a sandwich, when I felt my dad's presence come into the room. I was so excited and just went with it, didn't question it or talk myself out of it, you know? I just acted as if he was really there, and I just talked to him like it was real even though I didn't really hear or know what he was saying to me. I just felt him there and imagined what he was saying. I wish I had something to really verify it was real, but I just went along with it as if it was. I think that's a big step for me."

Bruce went quiet for a few moments, as he does sometimes. He is so gifted at shifting his focus of awareness that when he does that it makes me feel like he's put the phone down and left the room. Finally Bruce casually said, "So when you were having this experience, were you standing up, like facing the counter top?"

I wasn't sure why Bruce was asking me that in the middle of my story, but I said, "Yeah, sort of. I was actually standing at the stove."

"Oh, ok," he said. Then he got quiet again. I expected him to be expressing happiness and encouragement about my experience and the way that I handled it, my old way being that I would have brushed it off before allowing myself to accept it. But I was used to Bruce being silent on the other end of the phone while he's nonphysically sensing something, so I waited patiently.

Finally he said, "So when you felt your dad's presence come into the kitchen, did you kind of feel him come up behind you and sort of move to your right, and then come around to stand right in front of you?" When Bruce said that, I was the one who suddenly got quiet on the phone.

"Yeah, that's exactly what happened. How did you know that?" I knew that I hadn't yet explained those details to Bruce.

In his smug way he said, "You're not the only one your dad visits, you know."

Still not up to speed of what Bruce was talking about, I asked, "What do you mean?"

He said, "Well while you began telling me about your experience, I suddenly got a vision in my mind seeing you standing in the kitchen. At first I thought I was just envisioning your story while listening to you, but then I realized that I was actually given this vision from your dad. When you stated that you weren't sure if this was a real experience or not, that's when my vision started and I felt your dad's presence with me. In the vision, your dad was showing me that he approached from behind you, came up on your right, and then stood right in front of you. He did that to make sure he'd get your attention because your experience of it would conflict with your physical surroundings. And the reason he showed me the vision of how he appeared to you was so that I could describe it to you to give you verification that this experience was real. See, you're not the only one your dad visits."

I could feel Bruce beaming his smug smile through the phone. Finally I managed to say oh my God and how I wasn't expecting this. I was stunned. "Bruce, that's amazing. You mean just now when I began to tell my experience, my dad was right there with you giving you the vision of it?"

"Yep. I thought it was a clever way for him to give you verification that what you experienced was real. He's here with us in this conversation because you were going to tell me about it. It was his way of giving you something to make you feel it was a real visit from him," Bruce said.

"Wow. I thought just realizing I was feeling his presence was amazing enough. I mean, I knew it was a big step for me in accepting this type of experience as real, but I didn't expect you to get a visit from Dad to verify my experience. That's so cool!" I was just so excited and pleased about this.

This is one of the things that makes my friendship with Bruce so special. He's always surprising me!