Metaphysical Forum

[dking777]

I write about the ghostly encounter I had as a child with my Great-Grandfathers spirit after his passing.  I was with my Grandfather when it happened.  Years later, I was with my Grandfather when he had a ghostly encounter with my Grandmother after her passing.  


I was talking to some co-workers and the subject of "ghosts"came up.

I told some funny stories about the matter and got a few laughs. Then I started recalling my Grandfather and recalled two incidents in our history together.

I thought it was interesting enough to share on the list.

When I was a child around the age of 7 – I met my Great-Grandfather. I formulated a unique bond with him during the short time we talked. I loved him a great deal. My Grandparents lived with him during his twilight years and took care of him after my Great-Grandmother passedaway. A year later – I came to visit again and this time, my Great-Grandfather was conspicuously absent from the house. I asked where he was and I was told the thing most adults tell children whensomeone passes away.

"He has gone on and lives some where else now."

I couldn't believe he would leave without telling me good-bye. I was in the garden with my Grandfather later on. I looked up and saw my Great Grandfather standing by side of the house. He was waving at me. I asked my Grandfather,

"Grandpa – I thought you told me that my Great-Grandpadoesn't live here no more."
"That is right Grandson."
"Well Grandpa – Someone forgot to tell him that because he is standing over there shinning happy and smiling."

Of course – it was the "spirit" of my Great-Grandfather. His spirit whispered silently to me – that my Grandfather was now blind and deaf to him – and that I shouldn't upset because of it. I was to communicate with him silently. He told me good-bye and thanked me for a private conversation we had on my initial visit.

My Grandfather was slightly disturbed by the sighting, but yet curious. Years passed and I grew up and long forgot the spiritual sighting of myGreat-Grandfather.

When I was 38 years old – I came calling on my Grandparents in their twilight years. They asked me to stay and walk them to their graves. (Their words.) I did and my Grandmother passed first. A week after her passing, my Grandfather came out of his bedroom and slowly made it down the hallway toward his dinner. He stopped midway and asked me,

"Grandson – I thought you told me your Grandmother passed away last week."

"That is right Grandpa."

"Well Grandson – someone forgot to tell your Grandma that because she is sitting in her chair whacking her jar as she always does about this time of day. My goodness Ma, what kind of gook you got onyour face to make you shine like that?"

My Grandfather went on to tell me how cruel it was for me and my kin to pull a hoax like a funeral. (My Grandfather was too ill to attend the funeral.) He was convinced we had all pooled together and conceived a practical joke.

"How did you talk your cousin into playing along? I didn't figure him to be the type to go along with something like this."

He was totally convinced my Grandmother was sitting in her chair. I told him that he was seeing what was left of her.

"What do you mean – what is left of her?"

"Her spirit Grandpa. That doesn't go into the ground. She isprobably here to tell you good bye before she moves on to greenerpastures."

My Grandfather couldn't believe his eyes. He told me he didn't believe in ghosts, spooks, or spirits and insisted he was hallucinating. He scolded me for given him the wrong amount of medication. He did tell me that she was brighter than the lamp – so that is howI knew he was seeing the spirit.

That is how I remember seeing my GreatGrandfather – shining like a child of light. There are seasons for everything.

There is a time to testify and a time to have sight. As a child, I testified about the "child ofLight" my Great-Grandfather was, while my Grandfather was blind to that sight. Years later, my Grandfather returned the favor – and testified about the "child of Light" my Grandmother was –while I was blind to the sight.

At my age -- with the hindsight of many wonderful memories –including several near death experiences – I think this sums up the joy found in life. (Not so much the afterlife.) A reminder – when needed, by the ones we love the most in this world– that we are all "children of light."

Saying good-bye was nothing more than saying – they were on their way home – and would see us there someday. I feel the simplicity of that NDE message is at the core of the testimony we can share with others. Our ancestral spirits will be there – to greet us home – when we return.

And in that – there is a great amount of joy to be shared by all on the return.

Until then – we live with the hope and anticipation of our reunion in spirit.