My life was pretty quiet spiritually for six months following the tub incedent. I had been working and saving up money to move into a new apartment. My first day in my new home, boxes still scattered through out my apartment and I had just set up my bed and decided to call it a night.
Exhausted, I crawled into my bed and the phone rang. I picked up the receiver and said my greeting. It was my grandfather calling. (My father's father) He said Hello and he was so glad to speak with me but there was something important he had to say and he had not much time to say it in. So I listened as he told me that he was fine, but he needed me to tell my father he loved him and whatever he did, he was not to drive THAT truck. He said it again, “what ever he does do NOT drive that truck.”
I simply said, “Ok that I surely could do that.”
Then it dawned on me that my grandfather had passed some years ago. The line was silent as I held the receiver in front of me looking at it. I hadn’t even had the phone turned on yet.
I thought, I had just lost my mind. Something impossible had just happened to me. Did I drift off to sleep and dream the whole thing? But I was awake…I never had fallen asleep. I looked at the clock and sure enough it had been only twenty minutes sence I laid down. I started to laugh, then I started to cry. His passing was incredibly hard on me. I was only fourteen when he passed away from cancer, I never even knew he was ill. It was something no one ever talked about with me.
When he passed I was completely in shock. When I had asked my father at the funeral how he passed he said, “Didn’t you know he had cancer, he’s been sick for so many years?” All these things flashed in my head as I sat on the side of my bed trying to understand what had just happened. It took me two days to call my father. I could hardly believe what had happened to me so how could I ask my father to?
I sat there staring at the phone for hours.
Finely at ten that morning I picked up the phone and dialed the number to my fathers work. I felt a lump stick in my throat and had to swallow hard to speak.
Then I spoke, “Daddy, your not gonna believe me but” then I told him as clearly as I could. He listened to me in silence and until I finished speaking. He said, “thank you for calling baby. Can I call you back tonight?” I truly wasn’t sure how my father took the information I had just given him but I said Sure. We ended the call on I love you. We never did talk about it that evening but many years later. I found out that this form of communication with the spirit world was called After Death Communications or ADC's for short.
I decided the spirit world was way too weird for me and I wasn't ready for that weirdness.
Even as I said those words to myself. I knew there was more to it, but What?
I had major spiritual things happen in my life, that I couldn't explain, much less try to talk to someone about them.
I decided at this point I knew there was something else to it, something possibly wonderful but right now just wasn't the right time for me.
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