The Lives of the Dead: Dead people started telling me their stories. After a while, I figured I should write them down.
Synopsis "The Lives of the Dead: Dead people started telling me their stories. After a while, I figured I should write them down."
Several years ago, a few weeks into a deep meditation practice, dead people started telling me their stories. It began when an unusual, one-of-kind name popped into my head, as clearly as if someone had spoken it aloud. I was on my computer already, and so I did a quick Internet search which brought up the obit of a New Jersey woman who'd died in her late 90's, a few months before. I had no idea why her name had come to me, but I wrote it off as one of those bizarre, fluky things, and forgot about it. Until...It started happening more frequently. Over the next week, maybe a dozen other names flashed across my mental screen, all of them too unusual for me to have made them up on the spot. In every case, the first thing a Google search returned was a fairly recent obit. Initially, this was intriguing in its strangeness. Why are the names of random dead people popping into my head? After a while, however, as the frequency increased, it became rather annoying. What kind of a lame super power was this? I could get the same names by reading a newspaper. I hardly needed all this useless info cluttering up my psychic airwaves!I decided to have a stern talk with "them" (whoever "they" were.) "Enough already! What am I supposed to do with this information?" There were a couple more names after that but I refused to look them up.There! Take THAT, dead people!! "If you want to use my brain," I told them, "you're going to have to use it for something more interesting than this, because I'm not playing this game anymore! It's pointless."I guess "they" got my message, because the names stopped and sure enough, something a lot more interesting started to happen...
