September 2004 Page 6
by Colin Reedy
My story begins when I was seven or eight years old, and my brother being eight years older then I would have been 16 or so. I was standing in the hallway of our home and had an Idea, and said to him that whoever of us dies first will try to contact the other. He agreed and, being older and more realistic, said, “If I can I will.” I said as a child would, “Me too!” That was about 1972 in Long Island New York.
The years passed and it was then 1996, I now living in Virginia Beach Virginia, and my brother was then living in the Colorado Springs area in Colorado.
I was riding to work in my car at about 10 or 10:10 a.m., running late as usual, when I heard a whispering in my mind softly at first and getting louder as the words were spoken,“AN UNBELIEVABLE FEELING OF WELL-BEING.” I said to myself, what is that? I felt a presents of two or three beings or entities to my right. The best way to describe it as if the sun was shinning on you with out the light and simultaneously feeling that some one is watching or looking at you. Then I heard a voice ask me “DID YOUR BROTHER EVER DO ANYTHING TO HURT YOU?” At the end of that question I had no understand of what was occurring, but I felt compelled to answer truthfully. I then answered out loud with my voice and said, “The time his friend Pedro stopped by with his motorcycle. I was 12 at the time and liked motorcycles and wanted a ride. I asked my brother to ask his friend Pedro if I can have one? He was engaged at the time to Audrey, his future wife, she was there also. He then said to me, ”If anyone is getting a ride, Audrey is. That hurt me, and I said to myself, I was your brother first. I was then asked, “WHAT DID YOU TRULY WANT FROM YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH YOUR BROTHER?” I then said “I wish we were closer.” Then they seemed to move away from me and leave.
I said out loud, What was that? I soon arrived at work seemingly driving on auto pilot. Since I was late, I immediately jumped into the delivery truck and went on my way. I eventually returned to the store I was working for, and was greeted by a co-worker and was told to call my home it was very important and everyone in the office had a strange look on there faces.
When I called home, my wife was crying and said, "Your brother Randy is dead."
Immediately upon hearing that statement I had understanding of what had occurred on the way to work. I was “polled,” as I call it, by his guardian angel who asked the questions and was standing at my brother's side. I thought to myself at that moment how petty I was to say anything negative as witness to the love my brother has giving me through the years, protecting me, doing so many good things for me, taking me places like Great Adventure Amusement park so many times... countless good things! How could I be so petty! I cry when I think of it, and I am crying right now as I am typing. I mind tells me I am sure they also know all the wonderful things my brother has done for me too.
He did keep his promise. I love and miss him so. I love you Randy!
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