answering my questions by telepathy. If I wanted to elicit a yes answer, my body was pushed forward by these energies; a no answer and my body moved either to the right or left. For more information required, my body moved in a circular motion.
I asked virtually hundreds of questions over the first few weeks. Then, I found that I was obtaining answers telepathically. The problem was that I could not objectify the process, notwithstanding the experience was just 'out of this world' making contact with non-physical ‘energies’. I asked questions to identify these ‘energies’.
The reply came that they were humans who had crossed over and were in a position to move around wherever there were people.
Years of research showed that not all, but most of these ‘energies’ - spirits - to use the religious terminology, are the ones who have not made it to the realm of the light and are wandering around on the Astral level (a non-physical realm on crossing over). Not all, but most of the ones I encountered were not more intelligent than the average person.
I decided to investigate the phenomena systematically and found that physicists and other scientists, investigating lawyers and other empiricists had made contact with afterlife energies in other parts of the world.
I had discussions with other highly credible empiricists and others who communicated with afterlife ‘energies’ - some of whom were advanced, some not. All stated that they accept that these entities do exist; they have consciousness; they exhibit human traits; some are more intelligent than others. Some of these afterlife energies stated that they witnessed humans on earth in the process of their crossing over into their world.
Me and My Shadow
Ever since I was a baby I always talked to an imaginary friend; I knew his name to be Tony. He was a child when I was a child and he kind of grew up with me.
One time when I was in High School I walked out of my bedroom and my grandmother followed me into the bathroom and was acting strange.
She followed me back into my room and started looking under the bed etc. She swore I must have sneaked someone into the house because she saw a young man coming out of my room, who followed me into the bathroom and then back into my room. Others have seen him follow around me as well.
A Vietnam Veteran
When I was four or five years old, I made a friend who had been in the Marines. His name was George. He was a Sergeant and he knew my Mom and Grandma. So he told me anyway...
He played with me in my Grandma’s backyard. When I told my Mom and Grandma about him they were very upset because they didn’t know about this strange man being in the yard playing with me.
They never saw him outside in the yard and I guess they thought he was maybe a one-off thing.
Anyhow, one Sunday after Church I began discussing Vietnam with Grandma. I was born in ’75. She wanted to no how I knew so much about Vietnam and I told her George (also her son’s name - he was about 10 or 11 years old at that time) told me.
She said, “George don’t know that much about Vietnam” and I said, “Not that George, my friend George”.
Grandma turned white as a sheet and asked me to describe him. So I did. She asked me lots of questions such as, “Is he taller than grandpa?” who was 6 foot 2 inches. I told her yes.
Grandma told my mom… omg. Grandma swallowed real hard and told me that he was her baby brother, mom’s uncle, my great uncle - who I had never met. He had been killed in Vietnam. He was as I described and was 6ft 8in tall. As far as anyone knows I had never seen a photo of him and he was not discussed, so as not to upset Grandma.
Grandma asked me to ask him some things next time I seen him (like what was he doing there?) He said he was watching over everyone and wanting to make sure we were ok (he was also