Letter to Aunt
When I was 8 or 9 – my family had moved outside the large city my cousins lived. We lived in the country and it was long distance to call them. I was missing my cousin and wanted to invite them to come for a visit.
I went to my Mom and asked if I could call them. She said the budget was tight for the month and we couldn’t afford any unnecessary long distance calls. This was after my ‘special delivery’ letter to my Grandparents and at time when my NDE’s were frequent. I asked her if I could write them a letter instead. Of course, my mind was on the idea of going there in ‘spirit’ the next time I had an out of body occurrence during a seizure. I knew that if my Mom knew that was on my mind she wouldn’t give me permission. I was looking at it like a lawyer and looking for loopholes to make sure I could point back and say she had given me permission. I was a child and doing what children do best.
My Mom said she would help me with the address after I got the letter written. She even told me that she had a stamp in her purse I could use. I ran off and pretended I didn’t hear her. I was going to go there in ‘spirit’ and write a note for them just as I had with my Grandparents.
The day came and I had a seizure early in the morning.
I went to my Aunt and Uncle’s house and no one was home. I was a spirit floating around looking for a pen and paper. I found some and wrote out a letter to my Aunt inviting them to the house for a visit. I left it on the table and went back to my body.
Later in the afternoon I was playing in the room when I heard the telephone ring. I ran to the phone thinking that my Aunt would be calling that day to set up a date for the visit. I was standing underneath her as she was talking. I heard my Mom say,
“I swear I don’t know how he does it. he was asking me the other day about writing your a letter but I swear he hasn’t been out of my sight since then. There is no way his body has been away from my sight long enough to get to your place, much less get there and back without me knowing about. He is up to his tricks again. I gave him permission to write it – but I had no idea he was going to pull this stunt again. He is right here eavesdropping on me so he KNOWS what is going on.”
My Aunt started talking to me and I could sense her confusion. I knew that my Auntie was aware of the stories about my tales of leaving my body during my ‘seizures.’ I told her I couldn’t wait for the mailman and just traveled there ‘out of body’ and placed it on the table myself.
She was curious how I had gotten it in the house with the doors locked. I told her,
“Auntie – when I am outside by body – I can pass through walls. Haven’t’ you ever seen the cartoon Casper. I am like Casper when I don’t have to lug my body around with me. I just pass through doors like it is a fog.”
She was asking me how I wrote a note without hands to use. I told here bout lowering my vibrations down to pick up objects and move them around. She told me that she had heard the stories on the grapevine rumor mill and this was the first time she had encountered the ‘strangeness’ everyone else was talking about. She said a part of her was marveling at the tale and the sight she had in her hand with my signature on it. She kept telling me that it just wasn’t logical. She told me,
“I believe you. I believe you to much. I don’t know that I fully believed any of the stories I have heard in the past and just thought everyone was stressing out and letting their imagination run wild with your strange talk. I am used to your strange talk but this is in different category. I am going to be honest with your about this. I sort of feel offended now that I believe it was you in my house while I wasn’t home. Sort of the tale of goldilocks entering the house of the three bears. You didn’t ask my permission to come into my house. People lock their doors for a reason. To keep their privacy. I am feeling now that this was sort of an invasion of my privacy. Don’t get me wrong. I am thrilled to get your letter and now I have my own special delivery letter story to match your Grandma and Grandpa’s. I feel special for that but your are a child still and I don’t want you getting in the habit of breaking into people’s house while they are not at home. Whether or not you was in a body or not – it was still a part of my nephew who had a hand in writing this letter to me. I would feel more comfortable about it – if you had just put it in the mailbox or – slid it up under the door. In the future – if your feel a need to get a note to me like this – do your Auntie a favor and just slide it up under my door. This sort of thing leaves a body and mind with an eerie feeling. I would have tackled that eerie feeling much better if I didn’t have to wonder who else is coming in my house like you did.”
I apologized to here for making her feel bad. She accepted my apology and stated there was no harm done and that more good had came from it than bad, but that she wanted to be honest with me so I could avoid giving anyone any bad feelings over it in the future.
She said that she would plan a visit as soon as she could because she wanted to compare my signature with one that was on the handwritten note. She said she wanted to watch me write out the same sentences I had a memory of writing and compare it to the note she had in her hand.
They came for a visit. My Uncle was my biggest skeptic and critic. He was a bible thumper and was constantly critisizing various testimony of myself and others in the family. My Aunt sat me down at the table and told me to write out word of word and line for line what I could recall writing when I was ‘out of body’ and in spirit. I repeated the letter and signed my name. My Aunt was jumping p and down and stating she had been having trouble believing it 100% but that the two notes matched exactly. She was convinced it was my handwriting and my Uncle kept saying,
“There is a trick to it. I am telling you there is a trick to it. He has something up his sleeve he is not telling us. He has someone in on this he is not telling us about. He probably put one of our kids up to the the last time we came for a visit. That note has probably been sitting around our house for weeks and at the right time – one of them put it in the table hoping it would cause the stir it has to bring you running to try and figure. In the end, those two are getting what they wanted. They were just smart enough to figure out a plan in advance.”
My Aunt looked at me and asked me what I had to say about his theory. I just shrugged my shoulder and said,
“Auntie, I am a kid like you said. I am learning that some would recognize the truth if it came up and bit them on the nose. If you look close enough at my Uncle – I think you would be able to see what I see. Teeth marks on his dang nose.”
I winked at my Aunt and she busted out laughing. She started looking at my Uncle’s nose and started agreeing with me. She hugged me and stated that I always had a way of putting my Uncle in his place. My opposition with my Uncle was like a sparring match we had been in together since I was six and shortly after the news started spreading about my ‘near-death’ experience in the Doctors office.
My Uncle was a proponent of the ‘soul sleep doctrine.’ My testimony of being alive and well on the other side during death – went against his belief in the ‘soul-sleep doctrine.’