Sunset in Paradise
March 1990
In
March of 1990 - I was working on a remote island in the South Pacific. It was
isolated duty for 6 months at a stretch. During the second week of March, I got
a strange feeling that came over me suddenly. It was soon after my Dad's
birthday. I was on a remote stretch of the Pacific and didn't have access to
telephone communication. My mind had been on my Dad and I got a strange feeling
that someone was calling me in my soul. I told my employer that I had to take
off a week and prepare myself for bad news. I KNEW without a doubt that someone
close to me had died and departed the world. I thought it was my Dad. So I took
off and flew to Hawaii and rented a condo in Waikiki. I wanted to rest myself up
before I called home to see if there was bad news waiting for me. 
I
had spent time with a "ghost" before and knew how it worked. I felt the presence
of the spirit with me when I got off the plane in Honolulu. Until someone has
experienced a "friendly" haunting, it is hard to describe. It is sort of like an
inward telepathy communication. Their presence is felt around you in the moment,
but they are invisible. This spirit communicated to me that it was going to be
painful in the future when I did receive the news of their demise. That is why I
thought it was the spirit of my Dad preparing me for news of his demise.
The "spirit" wanted to give me a memory to carry with me for that moment to come
in the future when I mentally realized the truth of their departing. I went
along with it. I was off from work and had a week to myself in Hawaii, even if
there was a "silent and invisible" spirit hovering around me all the time. 
The
"spirit" wanted me to spend some money on myself. That was out of character for
me. I went shopping and bought myself all new clothes. Outrageous frills of
clothing that I never would have picked out for myself. I would hold up
something and wait for a the "silent thought" to hit my blank mind.
"NO NO, not that one. Keep looking. I will let you know when it looks good on you or not."
It would just be a thought within that hit me,
out of the blue. What I would call a whisper on the wind.
I was having so much fun with this spirit -- that I forgot why it was with me.
Preparing me for the ultimate news that someone I had known had passed over. After I got dressed up - I would walk the streets of Waikiki. I would walk alone
but people would stare at me. I was getting suspicious about my "friendly
ghost." "Can they see you? What the hell they staring at then?" 
The
thing that struck me as odd was the record store trip. I hadn't bought vinyl in
years. Tapes where in and CD's were on there way in. I didn't even have a vinyl
player any more. This spirit insisted that I buy old Kiss, Aerosmith, and Led
Zeppelin albums. Albums I hadn't listened to in years. This unknown spirit kept
insisting I purchase them and buy a vinyl player. Odd as it may sound, I wasn't
going to buy a vinyl player for a ghost. I bought the albums just as a memento
of the occasion. I bought tapes and a cassette player to listen to the songs.
Songs I hadn't listened to in years. 
I
also bought a video recorder. Bought a new hat. (Even through I didn't wear
hats, this
spirit insisted I buy a hat.) I bought boots. Which I had never worn before. I
had to go down and get my hair styled. NOT CUT -- STYLED! Which I didn't
understand if I had to have my hair all done up, why did I need a hat? I thought
hats were to hide bad haircuts. This spirit even talked me into buying blue
shades to wear around at night.
The "spirit" pleaded with me to sing. I told the "spirit" if it ran back to the
room and turned on the lights -- then I would sing in the room. I wanted some
type of validation that I wasn't losing my senses. (I had lived with a ghost for
several years before... so I knew spirits could do such a thing.) The lights
were on in the room when I got home so I put on some tapes and sang to an
invisible spirit hanging out with me in Paradise. For the first time in 5 years, I wrote poetry. It was not mine as much as it was
coming from this "spirit." I hadn't written any poetry since 1985. I think I
started to get a little suspicious when the spirit said, "For old times sake. You will want to remember this when the time comes." I think I knew but I put it out of my head. The only person I had ever wrote any
type oflyrics or poetry with had been Andy. I thought about it for awhile and
thought I had better do as the "spirit" requested of me. I didn't know for sure
and I wasn't about to ask after I got suspicious of it's former human identity.
It wasn't until April of 2006 that I realized whose spirit was with me that
evening watching the sunset over the Pacific. (Wearing blue shades of course.)
It
had to be the blue shades. The "spirit" got me to go to a club playing live
music from a local band. I requested a song from AC/DC. "Dirty Deeds done Dirt
Cheap." They messed up the song. The "spirit" asked me to go up and sing the
song. I think the "spirit" had a way of communicating to the lead singer because
he also asked me to sing. I told them both they didn't know me very well if they
thought I was going to sing in public. I had swore off singing until ..... well
at that point ... I think I had forgotten why. I just knew I didn't sing in
public any more. 
That
is when I asked to watch a magnificent sunset prior to our parting. I felt a
light was dimming itself in our world. A darkness was going to fall somewhere in
my future. I wanted that spirit holding onto me with a visual effect that gave
me hope that the light wasn't gone for good. It was just setting below a
horizon, and some where in the future -- it would rise again. Sunsets are just
preludes to magnificent sunrises. Some where in the spiritual realm of life,
there would be a reunion of souls. Then we could talk about the wonderful
memories we shared together in Paradise.
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