Ghosts Among Us - James Van Praagh [41]
A similar experience happened recently during a healing weekend retreat in Mount Shasta, California. Two fathers, Raoul and Jorge, had traveled all the way from Colombia in South America to this particular event. They shared many things in common. They were brothers-in-law who lived in the same town, and both had a son who had died tragically. They felt that this was perhaps their best chance to see if at least one of their sons would come through and communicate with them. As the message part of my seminar got under way, my spirit guides quickly brought me over to Raoul. Next to him, I saw his son very clearly. Half his head had been blown off. Ghosts will often show me their death experiences, and when I see gunshot wounds or burned flesh, the visions can be very disturbing.
I asked Raoul, “Was your son shot in a car?”
Raoul quickly responded, “Yes.”
His son was telling me, My father needs to be fixed. Looking at the son, who was dripping with blood, I would have thought the opposite.
As I continued, Jorge’s son also appeared. Unlike the other boy, he didn’t demonstrate his death condition to me. Instead, I saw a body covered with tattoos that made him look rather menacing.
I asked Jorge, “Was your son a member of a gang?”
Jorge replied, “Yes.”
Jorge’s son was chewing gum with an attitude. He didn’t appear to be at all remorseful. I could tell that he still held on to his gang mentality. It seemed that he was killed by a rival gang member, so I asked him if he was.
His response was, Yeah, I had it coming to me!
Jorge acknowledged the message. His head sank down, and he mumbled to himself something that was unintelligible to me.
The other ghost with the bleeding head looked at me and said, Help my dad, please. He feels so guilty.
I asked Raoul, “Do you feel responsible for your son’s death?”
“Yes.”
I explained to Raoul, “You had nothing to do with your boy’s passing.”
Raoul could not be convinced. He would not accept freedom from his guilt.
Suddenly three spirit doctors appeared. They looked like a surgery team. One doctor with white hair and deep blue eyes put his hand up toward me, as if to tell me to stop the message part of the reading so that they could help. They impressed upon me that I needed to get everyone’s attention while they focused on Raoul. I explained to everyone that a team of spirit doctors had come to heal Raoul, and then I stopped speaking and let the doctors do their work. The spirits proceeded to the area of Raoul’s intestines. I could see tightness there. In fact, his entire stomach was matted with dark brown and black spots.
To validate their finding, the white-haired doctor asked me to check with Raoul about any recent trouble with digestion.
Raoul concurred. “Yes, I have been having pains in my stomach.”
The spirit team then performed surgery on Raoul. I could see in his etheric body that his second and third chakras had become putrefied by the guilt he felt over his son’s death.
Everyone was quiet as the team of doctors removed the emotional garbage from Raoul’s stomach. I watched in amazement. They were done in about five minutes. I noticed that Raoul’s son had also changed. Instead of a bloody head, I saw a tall, brown-eyed young man who was very much at peace. It was a poignant sight to see. This experience also demonstrated to me what can happen to our energetic bodies if we don’t resolve various emotional upsets.
At the end of the event, I did a book signing, and the two South American fathers came over to the table. I noticed that their boys stood on either side of them. Gone were the dripping blood and half-shot-off head. Raoul’s boy wore a bright white shirt, and he had a smile to match. All the love that emanated from him showed me that he was very proud of his father. Jorge’s son, the one once covered in tattoos, showed me his arms. As his spirit body transformed right before me, the tattoos disappeared, his weight increased, and his hair grew back. He also had a bright smile and a sparkle in his eyes. The old gum-chewing, gang attitude had vanished. Instead,