People prepare for this very festive season of peace and joy in their very own special ways. One special way my family had celebrated Christmas had been with the season of Advent; the remembrance christian mysticism and celebration of the coming of our savior, the baby Jesus, on Christmas Day. Mama had told us that Advent was a time of hope and light. It had been a time of prayer and spiritual preparation for the second coming of the Christ.
It had also been a time when we kids had been on our best behavior. Mama had often told us that baby Jesus would be coming and didn’t want us to be bad children. Because we’d never wanted to disappoint the baby Jesus, we’d always tried to be on our best behavior. Advent is known as “little Lent” because it’s a time of penance though shorter than actual Lent. It’s also a bit different in that instead of giving up something as in Lent, it’s about being a better person behaviorally; being a little bit nicer! The next thing to happen is that i would hear a whole lot of profanity coming from a group of people, it wasn’t laud it was like wipers, but it was real and I knew it was inside the small building I was living in, but I knew I was the only one there. Could I be losing my mind? I thought, no this is really happening, this went on and on, I had to drink a bottle of Rum every night just to go to sleep, I would be so happy when morning came. I finely got my orders to my new duty, I reported to the combat unit completed my enlistment time and was honorably discharge from the Marines.
When i got back home to New Orleans I continued my same old ways of drinking and drugging. But the problem of not being able to sleep on my back continued. It was getting worst now there was an added dominion to it, instead of the violent awaking, I would get a ringing in my ears, at the same time I would become paralyze, I would lie there awake struggling to move, and finally I would free myself. This was getting unbearable night in night out, what’s doing on I had to find answers. I went to the VA hospital they could fine nothing wrong with me. I’m desperate I need answers. At some point I came into precession of a book on the occult. I don’t remember the name of that particular book, but it began to describe everything that was happening to me in minute detail. It explained that what was happening to me was nothing to be afraid of. It helped me remember that what I was experiencing didn’t start when i was in the marines, it started right in the house where I was raised, it started around time they started the church (First King Solomon Spiritual Temple. )
Here’s what happened, around the time they started the church I started having this weird thing happening to me. Every night just before I would fall asleep I would hear a whooshing sound in my ears. The sound would become faster and faster, louder and louder, as the sound increased, the more I experience paralysis, I had to struggle to move. Finally after a long struggle, I was able move, this went on every night, I came to the conclusion that this is death, and that I was going to die at this young age, I prayed and prayed every night for God to help me. I finally I gave in, I decided that the next time this happened I would not fight it, I would let go and die. I remember throughout the next day, in between playing and having fun, I would remind myself that tonight I’m going to die. I can’t fight it any longer. I’M GONNA DIE TONIGHT!
As i laid there saying what I thought would be my last prayer in this life, it began just as in all the other times, but this time I didn’t fight back, would accept death. The sound got louder and louder, the paralysis set in totally, I could move nothing, I knew I couldn’t move anything even if I tried. Then something happened, there was an explosion in my inside my head. POW! I said OK now i’m dead, but wait I’m dead but I can still see everything. As i laid there wandering what to do next, the room filled with beautiful bright shining stars all over sealing, the walls, the furniture, everywhere nothing but beautiful stars. I didn’t know it then, but that was my first Out of Body experience.