This is not a work of fiction. I've come to a place in my life where most of the current population would not be of an open mind enough to accept my story with an open mind. That will not keep me from trying to get some of my story into print.
I do have a lot of time on my hands after my best friend passed onto the other side late December of 2012. He had kept me out of trouble for 23 years. The last seven we were roommates. He slept in my bedroom in a bunk bed left over from when I was a child.
He had already undergone an extremely disfiguring cancer surgery five years before I met him. Half of his jawbone had to be replaced with a metal one. The mental after-effects were limiting his ability to interact with the public. However, we still were accepted by the fourth graders we gave gold-panning demonstrations to at their schools.
Sometime last year the cancer returned but this time it was more aggressive. He stayed with me until he became too weak. It was my duty to change his bandages that helped cover up the fact that the tumor was eating away his face and exposing his metal jawbone.
During this dark period, spirituality became an important part of my life. We had an agreement that as he passed over, he was to always be welcome where he spent so many good years. With me. At the hospice, I brought a recording I had made telling him goodbye and played it for him. He had already slipped into a coma. The next morning, as I made desperate plans to visit him before visiting hours, he was gone. He had only been away from his home for three weeks before he passed over.
After losing him I became involved with meditation. I decided to began to see auras. I moved my meditations into a dark closet. While there in the dark meditating, I started to see colored lights. These balls of light were purple and red and look like energy balls. There are a lot of them and they would move around the room on their own.
I was alone there one day and I saw what looked like my friend sitting there in the dark closet next to me. I first saw his glasses and then I could make out his face. His "body" was was a transparent red color. I tried to talk with him but as he spoke I couldn't hear any sound from him at all. I acted as if I expected him to show back up and he has.
Over the last few months he visits me often. I've seen his body and head green in color but I have never heard any sounds from him. At times he will pull something out from a small bag he has with him and sprinkles it around. He also will place things onto the wall in the closet. I can see the stuff glowing where he puts it.
There has been no real success getting any of this onto a camera as the LCD screen on the camera gives off too much light and it becomes impossible to film; however, I did have some luck of sorts. I modified a small round color and IR camera to input to a handheld DVD player. When I turned it on inside the darkened closet, I get Orbs. These are not just static camera stills. They move in mostly straight lines across a piece of semi-gloss black chip-board that I have placed along the wall in the closet. Sometimes there are only a few Orbs, other times many show up and fly past the cameras lens.
I am retired and live in the same house I grew up in. I have a lot of free time on my hands. There is more story to tell but I've covered enough for this post. I haven't tried to share anything like this with anyone else. I'm not sure I want to. I have been able to get on with my life without my best friend being alive but I do enjoy being interrupted during my meditations by an old friend.
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