That’s My Story and I’m Sticking to It

I talked with my recently deceased brother’s partner in life last evening. I perceived her loneliness during the conversation. She’s a good woman and had been with him for at least twenty years I would suppose. He’d been married twice before and had finally decided to marry Debbie for his third time around. Then came the word of his lung cancer. The wedding was off. I knew little of why as he wasn’t one to share intimate details outside ofApparition 1 conversations between him and Deb. That’s okay with me. Libby and I do the same.

Deb and I talked about the issues she’s handling with Mike’s final things needing care and such and then she says. “Has Mike been to visit you?” It took me off base at first, and I asked Mike who? She then said John Michael. That being the brother that recently died. I said no. By then I’d caught up with her. Many people believe they’ve seen and spoke to the dead. She said he had spoken to her one night and a few people in the trailer park where they live had seen him and he’d told them he was okay.

Before you write this off as some meandering mental case of thought, I have to say I’m 63 and I’ve only seen one apparition. It was when I was about 13. I was awakened from a dead sleep one night. I looked down to the foot of my bed and there it was. From it my grand dad spoke to me. I’d not believed he died when I was seven and for a long time I believed he would soon come home from some long extended vacation. I even dreamed about it one night that he came walking in the front door of his home wearing a sombrero and announced he was back from his vacation to Mexico. But the way he returned was not as dreamed, but from the other dimension. He said for me not to worry about him. He was okay. I never worried about him again, so I can believe that Deb and his friends there did see Mike.

Mike has told me a good while back that the trailer park is next to an old Confederate army camp. He and others had seen shadows go past them in the evening while standing under the night lights and there was no one connected to those shadows. There had been some who heard men talking and such just down in the woods, yet no one was there. There had been soldiers who had died there.

I do believe in life after the loss of the body. From worm to butterfly, I always say. Death of the body is what carries us over from one realm to another. Loss of the body is not death as it is known in the overarching picture of a person’s being. It’s a passage from one place to another. I’d likely be excommunicated from some churches for my beliefs, but there is communication between this side and the other.

At the risk of being dubbed absolutely nuts, I’d have to say I’d seen years ago what I believe was a demon. It stood at the back corner of where I grew up and it was tall enough to look into the bedroom window on that corner and it was watching me. Now that window is a good eight to nine feet from the ground. That’s a tall entity.

I never lived down that I’ve seen an UFO. Not only did I see it, but at least three other people besides me saw the same one at the same time from different locations. Heck, even after I was saved I found out my pastor and his dad, also a pastor, believed in UFOs. Take that and meditate on that and while you’re at it read the Book of Ezekiel. Tell me what he saw.

Anyway you see how I think sometimes. I don’t expect to see Mike again anytime soon. He told me just after he died in no uncertain terms that he’s okay. I know that. He doesn’t have to come tell me. Please don’t send over any guys in white coats. I’ve been this way all my life.

About Jim

I'm a 68 yr old guy, who had worked in Naval Hospital Camp Lejeune for 28 yrs and now retired as of 31 Dec 16. I've worked in medical records, Health Benefits Department, Billing, the IT department and retired as the Personnel Security Manager for the hospital. I'm a musician and Corvette enthusiast. Yes I have one. I'm also searching for a fresh new outlook on life with new spiritual insight among other things. I was ordained a minister on 20190202. I've found that with the unconditional love of my companion, Libby Rowe life is complete through God. She's a beautiful, vibrant, giving woman who gives her all in everything she puts her mind to do. She and I married 24 July 2015. She's also taking the Apprentice course to obtain her ordination as well. She has a blog to called Under a Carolina Moon. Give it a visit.
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