For the first year after my ‘trip into the light’ in 1978 – I was constantly finding myself in awkward situation for the sake of the ‘light.’
I felt life had been restored to my physical body by a ‘divine hand.’ I had slight understanding of this with a teenagers mind. I was only 18. Afterward – I felt I had been ‘drafted’ into a different sort of ‘army.’ (That is what most young males have on their minds at that age.)
I took to calling the ‘voice of light’ that came to me a ‘little invisible bird’ who whispered into my ear a silent parakeet. I didn’t use religious words in my vocabulary because I didn’t have a mind for it. (I couldn’t remember my childhood – but that was not something forced upon me growing up.) I was totally naive toward that use of language.
I had one incident after another come to me. I felt it pertained to “God’s business” and I left it at that. That ‘invisible parakeet’ could land on my shoulder any time night or day and led me off in some direction that was total against my own logical mind. Usually, I would forget the incident after a week or so. It was a mystery to me and I didn’t like taking any sort of credit for it. I was just a witness to the moment and was usually some sort of messenger boy. I got used to being the messenger a few months after my 1978 ‘car crash.’
I am at an age when all those hidden moments are coming back and I was in awe of them.
One involved an incident that happened the summer after my girlfriend was shot. I went to Dallas for a rock concert. I had family who lived there. They all told me the ‘bad parts’ of the city that I was to avoid at all cost. I had a new car at that time. They were telling me that if I got lost in that part of town – they would kill me for my car.
One day I was driving on the Freeway when that parakeet landed on my shoulder. (Invisible Spirit.) I was being asked to carry a message from a Grandmother to her Grandson. You would think that wouldn’t be a problem. Problem was – he was living in the heart of the ghetto in the meanest, roughest, lawless part of the city. I was told even the cops were afraid to drive into this area after dark. Here was this dang “parakeet” giving me directions to take me right into the heart of the ‘badlands.’
I had enough experience in the past to know it was leading to a heart felt spiritual moment with someone else suffering. That had been my prayer after my ‘car crash.’ I wanted to share the type of peace, harmony and joy I had felt in the midst of my journey outside the body. I knew I was being led to a golden moment – but a part of me was human.
There was a special on HBO called ‘Wired.’ Well – this section of the city was of the same spirit as the ghetto depicted in the HBO series. I was a young skinny white boy driving around in a new luxury car. I felt they were going to skin me alive and have me for diner.
It was a spiritual moment and one of many I had shared in the same manner in the past.
My girlfriend had just passed away and her ‘spiritual presence’ in my life was like a magnet that drew other ‘spirits’ to me. I had a standard prayer in place and I felt this request coming from spirit was in line with my own prayer request: to be of service to those who were suffering as I had suffered with the loss of a loved one. One of my family members had told me to help those who were in need. In helping others – I would find the help I needed for myself.
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