Do you believe in the Dead? Or do you believe the Dead crumble into dust? I’m not talking about the Grateful Dead, I’m talking about what you are when you are no longer living. A deeply religious friend of mine believes there is a “thin veil” between the living and the Dead and you can communicate with those who have passed if you are sensitive enough and aware enough to either peer through the veil or strong enough to fold back a corner of the veil for a clear angle to touch.
When my first book came out a decade ago, I was visited by my maternal grandfather. He died 25 years ago and while I fondly remember him I don’t think of him often. When the UPS man dropped off 25 author’s copies of my book, I, for some reason, took the box and opened it in the bedroom.
With the box on the floor, I stood at the foot of the bed. As I picked up the first shiny copy and tumbled it between my hands, I was curiously overwhelmed by a sense of being really tired. I could not move my arms or my legs.
I was being pressed down onto the bed against my will. My eyelids drooped. I felt my body being formed into the foetal position. I was immobile but alert. I was in the twilight of my mind when a warmth moved through me from my feet to my head. A message vibrated in my body:
“Grandpa is proud of you.”
And that was it.
I slowly came around. I was groggy but definitely touched by something not of this world. I never experienced that kind of feeling before, or since, that day my books were delivered. Was it a dream?
Was it Grandpa?
Was it a misplaced yearning bubbling to the top? Can the Dead send messages to the living?
I believe there was determined effort to make contact between conscious thinking and the collective subconscious but I have no idea how that success was accomplished. I believe the mind is freely able to manipulate time and feeling and initiate and receive messages that may never have form or definition but they always have meaning.