Remembering Andy: Doing time again
In 2006, I started recalling the memories I shared with Andy from Galveston. Then in 2007 - something happened that brought a dream back to the surface from 1990 and 1996. I was walking home from downtown in a large city when a young man passed by me very quickly. I felt a sense of familiarity even though all I could see was the back of his head. He had long blond hair and was sort of short. I couldn't see his face but from the back of him, I felt as if a long lost friend had just passed me by. I couldn't get over the feeling and quickened my pace to catch up with him. I caught up to him on an over pass bridge and he stopped to look at me. He asked me if he knew me from somewhere.
A Promise Fulfilled
We started walking together and talking. We both had an uncanny sense of familiarity. I couldn't put my finger on it. I had put the memories aside concerning the Seattle musicians because I felt I had cried enough tears and just wanted to enjoy the music they left behind. Andy was no where on my mind. The young man was only 14 years old. I was shocked because he seemed to posses a mature quality about him in his expression. When he told me his name - I told him I felt I had heard that name before in my past - but I couldn't come up with where. It wasn't like it as a famous name yet, it seemed as if it had that sort of ring to it.
I found out we had many of the same interests as we walked and talked together. I told him I had an interest in the metaphysics of life. He expressed a sense of wonder about the same subjects I held dear and true to my heart.
The minutes seemed to turn into hours and the hour we spent together walking and talking seemed to turn into a day.
I was interested in his astrological profile so I asked him his birthday. I told him he had the same birthday as my Dad.
He told me he was interest in exploring an artistic expression when he got older. I asked him about music and he said,
"I was once into music as an outlet - but I feel I have grown out of that. I am more into the visual arts and want to explore either graphic design and video production in my future."
I couldn't get over the fact that at the age of 14 - he felt he had explored all there was to explore in the field of music.
He was on his way to the library and when we got to the crossroad - I bid him farewell. I told him,
"I can't remember the last time I have had a conversation this deep with someone - especially someone who is only a teenager and starting out in the world. I hope I run into you again in the future so I can check up on your progress in the pursuit of your passions and dreams. I don't know why - but I can't tell you good-bye. It seems to me that we will be crossing paths again in the future sometime."
He expressed the same sentiments and I walked home dumbfounded by the eerie sense of déjà vu of it all. That night as I was laying in my bed - the memory hit me full throttle. I couldn't believe my own memory.
It was Andy's spirit that came to me in 1996 and in 1990 and told me the name his future incarnation would be walking with - as well as the birth date. (I once asked a Police Officer what the chances are of two people having the same names and birthdays. I was told it was like a fingerprint.)
Andy's spirit (in the dream) warned me that only a part of him would be with me in the future - hidden away behind the eyes of a stranger with a blank mind. He would have no memory of the 'souls' past life incarnation on a conscious level. I was told NOT to try and wake the new person up to the old person.
To me - it was a promise fulfilled. I wanted to know in person how he was doing and getting along whether it was in this lifetime or the world to come.
I would never be able to prove this to anyone else but I don't think the promise given was to the world as much as it was to a friend with a 'soul association' and a 'soul inheritance.' He owed me that crossroad moment and a promise for the songs our hearts share with one another for eternity.
