Everybody has a story of how it all started for them. Some people are already searching and for some, something out of the ordinary, unexplainable, something so extraordinary happens that makes them start thinking.
I'm going to share my story with you and hope that you will share your story, too. Everybody needs someone to tell their story to - that understands, won't make fun of them or see them as peculiar. All of these stories compiled together are credible proof of a world much larger than the one we walk on and it is further evidence that we can communicate between these two worlds. Our stories are evidence of the philosophy and science of Spiritualism.
Over thirty years ago when I was still a young man I used to drive a big truck up and down the highway and up and down long lonely roads.
There was one particular road that was way in the middle of nowhere - miles and miles of roads and acres and acres of farmland. You almost never saw a home or a barn, not an animal or a person. They must have been there somewhere to take care of all those acres of farm land, but their houses must have been in from the road for privacy.
Well, I had been down this road hundreds of times before so it was nothing new to me, so as I'm driving along I'm in a place very far away in my head thinking thoughts to while the time away, when all of a sudden, literally out of nowhere it seemed on the side of the road that I'm driving on is a big, black man - just standing there. He didn't have his thumb out - he wasn't hitch hiking. There wasn't anyone with him. In fact, there was no car or truck anyplace that I could see, but there he was just standing there and it seemed like he was staring right through the windshield straight at me. Without even realizing it I let the truck start slowing down and by the time I came up to him I had already come to a stop. He opened the door and sat down in the seat just as if he'd been invited, as if he belonged there. I asked him if he needed a ride and he said he guessed he would ride for a spell.
I can't tell you what he said that day or what I said to him, although I do think he did most of the talking and I did most of the listening as if we had been friends forever. Looking back, I have no idea how many miles I had driven, but all of a sudden it got real quiet in the cab - real quiet, and I looked over and he was just gone. He wasn't there. The seat was empty. I thought I was going crazy or maybe I was already just plain nuts and I hadn't known it before, but whichever it was there was no one sitting in that seat anymore.
Every once in a while I thought about my interesting passenger, but I had a family, a job and I was real busy so I didn't have any time for thinking about a person that I would never see again or so I thought.
Time passes and it's time to take another haul on that same lonely road. I'm not even thinking about my riding buddy when all of a sudden, just like before there he was. I pulled over. He opened the door and jumped up onto the seat just like he was expecting me and started talking as if it had been yesterday that we had last spoken. We chatted for a while. He did most of the talking, I did most of the listening, and then it got real quiet, I looked over and once again there was no one in that cab but me and I wasn't doing any talking.
This time it did make a real impression on me. I could hardly think about anything else. Where did he come from? Where did he go? Why me? Why? Why? Why?
The next time I was driving down that long lonely road I was already looking for him and sure enough, there he was. I pulled over. He jumped in. We chatted, him doing most of the talking - me doing most of the listening. He got quiet. I looked over. He was gone.
This went on for about six months. Now I looked forward to seeing my friend and the talks we had and missed him when he was gone. But life goes on. My life changed. I didn't drive down that road again and I never saw him again, but it did start me on a new road - a road in pursuit of answers.
I never did have any inclination to be a teacher or a medium, but I wanted to help teachers and mediums, so instead I decided to make Séance Trumpets, Writing Slates and other things so that teachers and mediums had the tools they needed to do their work. To show people like you that we can, indeed "see" between our two worlds.
Today it's not an asphalt road that I travel on, but an electronic super highway - the internet. I have shared these Spirit Tools with hundreds, maybe thousands of people. Now I want to share them with people all over the world so they, too can "see" between two worlds!
That's my story. What's yours?
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