THE GHOSTS THAT HAUNT ME - Contacting Dad through Music
I had just recently moved 3,000 miles from the east coast to the west coast to the state of Washington.
My father had suffered for many years toward the end of his life, very severe depression, and on occasions had actually attempted suicide. At times he would just sit and stare at the walls, as if his normal self was not present in his body. When he was well, he was jovial, witty, liked to joke around, would talk your ear off and tell strangers on the street his entire life story if they allowed it.
Surprisingly a month before he died, he called me out of the blue for my birthday. He was back to his old self, joking with me on the phone and we had made plans for him to possibly move out west and live the remainder of his life with me in some seaside town in Washington, he was very excited as he had not seen me in years. We had joked that Washington state was known for Bigfoot (Sasquatch) and he had asked me if I seen any yet. I said nope but that would be cool. He then said well if I come out there, I'm gonna get a Bigfoot costume and scare the shit out of you outside your window while you are sleeping.
He had not seen his grandkids since they were little, and they were now teenagers. He wanted to start a new relationship with them. I told him I would be getting their school photos mailed out to him soon.
At the time of our conversation, my uncle who was also very close, passed away exactly one year earlier suddenly also in September. I told my father that I had recently dreamed of Uncle Scott. Within that dream, my father was with me, and we went to see Scott at this apartment building, within a valley of grassy hills. As we entered the building and walked up the stairs to the second floor of the building, the hallway echoed with music. To the sound of Lynyrd Skynyrd, one of my uncle's favorite bands. The words clear as a bell coming through, and the beat of the music rushing through my body and ears.. "If I leave here tomorrow. Would you still remember me? For I must be traveling on now... because there's too many places I got to see.."
My father and I walked into the apartment, and uncle Scott was painting the walls and getting the apartment cleaned up. This was a common scene, for as in life, he was a maintenance worker, painted homes, installed windows and so forth. We all greeted each other as if this was normal life. My dad and him joked around for awhile. I asked Scott if he was upset with his girlfriend, as she is the one who gave him too many pain killers which abruptly ended his life. He laughed and said no, I am not mad at her, but I am glad to be done with crazy bitches.
I asked Scott who he was getting the apartment ready for. He looked at my dad and said "Your old man here, this is his new place, he's gonna hang out with me for awhile."
After some time I left the building to return home, I looked at my dad and said "Are you coming with?" and he said "No Jump. I'm gonna be staying, but you come to see me once in awhile."
:: end of dream ::
:: end of dream ::
I expressed my thoughts to my dad over the phone that I think this dream is a foreshadowing, that Scott is preparing a place for you, and that you will pass over in the near future. My dad said "Ha maybe!"
We talked for awhile.. then hung up. She had arranged for everything for him. I felt comforted knowing everything would be ok. I looked down on my desk and there sat the envelope with the school photos of my kids that I was about to mail to him.. then I broke down crying.
Being clairvoyant, and having seen and heard spirits through out my life, I knew deep down my dad was ok and no longer in pain, but I wanted one last good bye with him, as his passing cut our plans short.
During this time I had recently come across a facebook group hosted by Richard Martini and had been reading his book, the Flipside. I found it interesting that he had the same first name as my dad, synchronicity. In one of the online discussions it was mentioned that an easy way to contact loved ones who had passed was to meditate and listen to their favorite music.
That very night I created a playlist on my Ipod, some Paul Simon song and some of his favorite tunes from Beach Boys the Pet Sounds album. These songs took me back to the earliest memories I had with my dad, when I was about 3-4 years old. He would place his favorite LP on the turntable, turn down the lights, and get down on his knees and hold my hands as he slow danced with me and introduced me to his favorite artists. As I scrolled through the playlist, thinking of my dad, talking to him asking if he remembered him singing along with Willie Nelson and Waylon Jennings to Mamma Don't Let your Babies Grow up to be Cowboys... I saw something out of my peripheral vision to my right near my bedroom window.
All the lights were off in my bedroom, aside from the street lamp coming through the blinds, the only light I had was from the Ipod screen itself. I turned to look to my right, to see the light shining off what appeared to be the outline of a face, in blueish white translucent glow. As my eyes adjusted to the dark, it was no ordinary face, but a hairy neanderthal looking appeared similar to what can only be described as a Sasquatch! I said "Holy Shit!" And I threw the Ipod across the room. To which the image immediately vanished. I thought to myself this can't be real, I must have been falling asleep, and got up and picked up the Ipod from the floor, and tried to relax and lay back down. I closed my eyes and began to see the image of my father standing at the foot of my bed, not just smiling at me, but what looked like him laughing his ass off. I felt love and peace and comforted. He did not talk but I knew without a doubt it was him.. and for a good 20 minutes I had a one way conversation talking about his music as I finally drifted off to sleep.
During this time I was also suffering from severe sleep apnea. I was yet untreated as I did not have a CPAP machine. This began to take heavy toll on my body, to the point where I would stop breathing over 60 times an hour during sleep. During the day would be constantly run down and tired, and had even started to randomly pass out during work, nod off driving, or even while standing up.
Within a day or so after this bedroom encounter, I was sitting taking calls from customers at my desk. It was a slow day, so I loaded up again the same music list on my computer. As I am sitting there drowning out my work day with the headphones on, I saw to the right of me, the door open to my office area and I could tell someone was coming down the stairs. Knowing I was home alone, my kids at school, I thought this was strange. Within a split second, in full 3d, there my dad was standing before me in my office, dressed in blue jeans and a white shirt, similar to how he might appear in life. I was dumbfounded. I took my headphones off. Looked at him standing there smiling at me, as he spoke outloud "Hey Jump... nice house." I responded, "But.. but.. when, how did you get here.. you are dead!" My mind was racing, wondering if he faked his death, had someone made a mistake, did someone lie to me to surprise me of his visit? He responded "No son, I am very much alive."
I began crying uncontrollably and walked over to him and fell into his arms. He said "Calm down.. It's ok. I'm ok. I feel good. I came to tell you I love you." He began asking how everyone was doing, how the kids were and asked me to walk with him. A light opened up beside us.. and then I knew we had to be in spirit.. a green grassy path was on the other side. We walked for awhile. Talked for what felt like over 10 minutes although this part is fuzzy to what we talked about.. The next thing I remember is him saying he could not stay long but said "Let me help you up off the floor dummy." To which he kneeled down. I then woke up on the floor beside my desk drooling into the carpet, my head feeling dizzy. My dad was gone.. The entirety of it seemed as if I had lost consciousness while working and left my body, but it seemed so real, and to this day is the most vivid and real spiritual experience I have ever had in my life, thanks to the power and sound of my dad's favorite music.
He has come to me from time to time in dreams over the last 4 years, but nothing as vivid as when he had just passed away.