Ghosts Among Us - James Van Praagh [12]
A couple of years ago, a dear friend called and asked if I could see Candy, a young woman whom she thought was at her breaking point. “You are her last resort, James.” I agreed to see her.
When Candy arrived for her appointment, I ushered her into my living room. Candy had long, blond hair that framed her beautiful high cheekbones and green eyes. She seemed anxious, so I offered to get her a glass of water. “Take some deep breaths and relax,” I suggested as I left the room.
Returning with the water, I assured Candy, “You’re safe here.” As she sat on a chair catching her breath, I explained how the process of spirit communication worked and began a brief meditation in order to relax her and release any nervousness. In the middle of the meditation, I saw two men standing behind her, one young and one older.
“There’s an older gentleman behind you. I feel it is a father figure. He is mentioning something about being from Scotland and has a slight Scottish accent. He has a black-and-white sheepdog named Sharkey.”
Candy seemed to be in shock and glared at me, desperately trying to understand how I could know such things.
Then she broke down and wept. “Yes. That is my father, Alex. He was Scottish and very proud of his heritage. Sharkey was our family dog, whom he loved even more than us kids.”
“He says to give love to your mom.”
Candy said through tearful eyes, “Mom misses Dad very much.”
Even though this was an amazing connection, I still felt there was something more important coming.
“I’m picking up a young man with your father who keeps on talking about ‘Blue Thunder.’ Your father wants you to know that he helped this young man cross over.”
Candy was dumbfounded and sobbed even more.
“He says his name is David,” I said. “He is dressed all in white and is showing me a wedding ceremony. He seems to be somewhere tropical like Hawaii.”
Then it dawned on me. I looked at Candy and said, “This is your fiancé, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“I feel that David is extremely sorry for being so pushy about Blue Thunder. Does that make sense?”
Candy nodded her understanding.
Then, in my mind’s eye, I saw a car with the number “64” on its side spinning around in flames.
Candy was amazed at my revelation. “David was a professional race car driver. We were supposed to go to Hawaii and get married and then go around the world for our honeymoon. David liked meeting new people and experiencing different cultures. He insisted on finishing one more race before Hawaii. He was fine until the final lap, when he lost control, and his car, Blue Thunder, number sixty-four, exploded into flames, and he died.”
I was stunned. Both of us sat silently, letting it all sink in.
Then I resumed my communication with David. “He tells me July is a special month.”
“We were going to get married in July.”
“Are you planning on still going? He is telling me that you and he had been to Hawaii to pick out a special place.”
“Yes, I’m thinking of going back there to scatter his ashes.”
Suddenly I was transfixed as David took control of my thoughts and vision. “He shows me that he was unaware of the accident. He remembers looking up at the crowd and seeing your face. Next to you, he saw your dead dad, and the next thing he knew he was out of the car, although he doesn’t remember leaving it. Your father told him he had a bad accident. He is saying he couldn’t believe it. He thought it was all a nightmare. So he went to the wreckage to witness his remains. Then he went to you and tried to tell you that he wasn’t dead and that he was standing right next to you, but you couldn’t hear him. After a while, your father took him by the shoulder. At that point, he knew that everything was going to be all right. He became aware of a beautiful green field surrounded by mountains. He saw his grandparents, Lib and Burt, whom he hadn’t seen since his childhood, coming