Ever since I was asked by a precious 13 year old Mexican boy if I remembered that he died in a school bus accident in Los Angeles, I've been wondering if I could have died myself. I saw and heard him one morning in Anaheim, CA. He was standing in my bedroom very happy with a happy smile on his face and seemed to be quite alive. He was actually waiting for me to notice him standing right beside my bed as I sat up to focus on him. I could see through him a bit. He told me his name, age and the day he died. His last name was Hernandez.
I was in a bus accident before in California but of course I don't believe I died. I just have flash backs in my dream of it. Such as the impact, some of the passengers going through the bus window as the bus hit a guardrail and thrusted passengers out the window. It was a Greyhound bus heading to California in 1987 and then on impact, it was a yellow school bus. I was overwhelmed as the bus was tipping the edge of the embankment. I never saw the actual results of what happened to me. It occurred at night. I saw people falling down the embankment and I saw that I had seconds left, before the bus tumbled down the embankment with me and a few more terrified passengers remaining. I have had these horrible oppressive dreams for years. This young man startled me with him being so happy to see me, and asked me if I remembered him. He didn't say that I died, but that he died, so I dismissed it.
I had an incident recently where the residence of my home thinks that I am a ghost. The residence being a family living in the same place at the same time in another realm. My very existence is frightening them. Where my bed is-is also where theirs is as well. I jumped when I saw the man in his flannel pajamas handing me a blue packing sponge that I purchased at Fred Meyers (a dept store in Oregon). I realize that he was handing this sponge to his wife instead. When he looked at me and realized that he was looking at a spirit instead of to his wife, I realized that this was not one of my teenage sons, but a man I've never seen. He was a bit transparent. This startled me and I could see that this man was startled as well. He faded out. I suppose I did as well in his sight.
This was 9 months ago. This incident happened the very first night in the home. He evidentially was trying to figure out where this blue packing sponge came from. It's Dec 2008. It's cold here in Oregon (U.S.A.) there is an area in the window where flies congregate. These flies are rather large. This house is very clean but there are flies, not fleas, in a corner of the window seal buzzing around until they die, then a week later there's more. There is ice-cold air coming through the small cracks of this widow seal.
In the house I lived in 3 years ago in Cornelius Oregon, The house residents on the other side also thought I was a ghost. There was a man in a flannel shirt, jeans and, work boots in my bedroom closet. He looked about 30 years old. Caucasian, 6'2 and medium built. He looked like an Oregonian from another time, maybe the 1930's. The very first night I moved in there he was standing there. It wasn't frightening for some reason. He looked confused and a little frightened. This was a brand new house. I was the first residence of this new home in 2005. Previously it was land and pastures from what I saw at Cornelius City hall. He was transparent. He saw me, I saw him. He disappeared; he looked startled at me before he vanished.
One night I could hear him talking and walking. It was late and I had not been able to get enough sleep because in this new sub-division, there were a total of 8 huge dogs barking all day and night. When the dogs finally stopped barking, I then could hear this man talking to some one and walking through the house. I was sleep deprived and almost delirious by then. These dogs had been barking since the day I moved in and there were many complaints and altercations because of this from the other neighbors. I vehemently came in the closet and yelled, "Will you be quiet I need to sleep!" I heard a quick rustle and instant silence. I didn't see anyone, but I knew where the talking was coming from.
I live with my two sons who are almost adults. I knew that it wasn't them talking, my bedroom is very far from their rooms and this talking was coming from my bedroom closet. A week later, I was in bed, all the lights were out. I was finally falling asleep when I smelt bacon and eggs and could clearly see that I was in a basement or a barn like place. I hadn't quite fallen asleep yet and I realized that I was in two places (in the same spot). It may have been a barn but there were no animals. It only looked like it could have been one or was an actual shed. There was an old wooden staircase with a wooden banister off to the left leading up to what seemed to be a kitchen. I heard this man talking to who I believed to be his wife. She was cooking breakfast. I could hear the bacon frying and for some odd reason I could tell she had on an old dress and an apron. She seemed to be a good person. Her husband was a good man himself.
I could see what type of people they were. He was curious by nature it seemed and he talked a lot. She had only a few words, but he was a talker for sure. I was in the basement or barn below in my bed in the bedroom of my new home at the same time. I was seeing and living in two dimensions at this moment. As he was taking, he had opened the door leading down to the barn, which was also my bedroom in this present ream. I was annoyed and sleepy and wanted to get some sleep badly. As he ascended downstairs, I was about to yell at him, he looked shocked and froze. I asked, "What are you doing, will you let me sleep!" At that moment I realized that this was his house as well. I thought that he was going to slowly walk over to me and ask me a question because he was looking curious upon noticing me. I was so sleep deprived that I just wanted him to leave, the reason I yelled. He backed away and ran up the steps as fast as he could. I could hear him telling his wife about "the ghost" he mentioned the other day.
I looked around and could clearly see into that dimension and this dimension. I lay awake so tired for a while and realized God may be trying to tell me something. I seek a lot when it comes to spirituality but I always acknowledge God first. I was too tired for the supernatural that night. I was so sorry that I yelled at the man again. I just needed to get some sleep.
A few days later, I had waited patiently for all the dogs to stop barking by 10pm and to fall asleep. I was drowsy and ready to just sleep forever. The dogs stopped barking and I turned out all the lights. I could see again into these two realms. This time by a slight buzzing sound and to my surprise, there were three men in my bedroom, which is the barn or basement in their dimension. They were sitting around an old table in the dark and were looking over a crystal ball with a single candle for light that was sitting on an old wooden beat up shelf of the barn wall. I thought that since I wasn't interested in what I was seeing, I could fall asleep. For some odd reason, I could feel a lot of energy being pulled from me, which made me feel off balanced as if I were falling, even though I was lying down - which made trying to fall asleep just unbearable. I was almost in tears as I lay there hopeless.
I suddenly realized why I felt my energy being pulled away. They were trying to contact me as though I was the ghost that was in their home. I could not believe my eyes or ears when I realized what they were asking and saying; reveal yourself, who are you? The more they summoned the madder I got. I thought this rude and annoying. I yelled," Would you please leave me alone"! I physically tried to break up their setting by pushing the table over. I some how, by my spirit pushed the table over and the crystal ball. The table fell over with a crash and heavy thud. I saw one of the guys try to keep his balance as he was frightened, and carelessly fell back out of his chair. The other two ran upstairs in haste and fear. I was overwhelmed a bit that I did this. I was sympathetic and sorrow for this as well. I knew that they were simply trying to find out what was in their home.
They were in another time, "The Oregon Trail" time period it seemed. It was night time in this dimension and morning there. I wished that I hadn't reacted that way but I knew that they were going to keep bothering me out of curiosity and I was sleep deprived. I have realized that I am the ghost to them even though I am not dead (I don't think I 'm dead.) My brother who had passed saw me one day and I asked him what he was doing here, I thought he was dead. When I told him, he got offended and said, "I'm not dead!" I said oh ok, I'm sorry.
I could always see when a person was going to die, they way the were going to die, and where they will be stuck and whether they will go to the fiery or dark places place. Every time I tried to tell them, they never listen. I have experienced death or passing over many times, yet I cannot die or is going from dimension to dimension. I've been told many times that I was somewhere speaking to a person like good friends and how we talked for hours at a time or that I was standing in their room guarding them from some evil forces at night. They would remember me, but I don't have a clue to who they are. My family doctor even refereed to my being in Jerusalem leading a yearly tour. He said that I was one of a sect of forty rare Jews that tell of the end time prophecy of the return of Jesus. I told him that I have never been out of the country (USA). He insisted that I was taking to him for at least two hours. I did not have the Jewish accent but he was sure that it was me.
Some of us are considered dead or ghost, or something else to the other side. Sometimes we can't prove that we passed over especially after an accident upon falling asleep.