brothers, three sisters and I made the summer days of the
1950's carefree and magical. My twin brother and I were the
youngest of the children, and Michael was the next to the
youngest. Life was a wonderland that seemed eternal to the
three of us at that time. We were fortunate not to have experienced
any deaths in the family during our childhood. The one exception
was the disappearance of our grandfather, never to be seen
or heard from again. My dad spoke with the authorities in
San Francisco which was where he had been headed but, as time
went on, my family gradually lost hope that Grandpa would
and I were always inventing clever ways of entertaining ourselves.
This included ventures into the great unknown with things
such as ghost stories and the supernatural. One such occasion
was when my twin brother and I were playing with our BB guns
in our back yard. Suddenly, out of nowhere, we both distinctly
heard a voice, quite calm and a bit elderly, warn us, "BE
of us froze in our tracks and scanned our yard to see who
had spoken. There was absolutely no one around. We wondered
if it was the old man in the yard behind our house, but he
was nowhere to be seen. If he had made the remark from inside
his house, he would have had to yell. But the voice had come
across as serene and majestic.
and I both were certain that this voice was something out
of the ordinary. It had to have been supernatural but, for
two young boys, the only way we could describe it was by saying
that "God" had spoken to us!
got plenty of laughs from our neighbors and school friends,
but to this day we both insist that we heard a voice when
there was no one to be seen. Now in our sixties, we have gone
beyond religion, and are followers of the global spiritual
while studying ADC (After Death Communication), a light bulb
suddenly went off in my head after 55 years. Every detail
of my grandfather's personality and vocal characteristics
were present in those three words that day - Be Careful, Boys!
My parents called us "the kids" while our grandpa always referred
to us as "the boys." We now wonder what took us so long to
make this connection.
intended to return but never did. When I said that we never
"heard" from him again, that isn't exactly correct. On the
day that we heard the mysterious voice of "God," we now realize
that it was our grandfather stopping over to say good-bye
to his grandkids - the boys. They say children are more receptive
to the supernatural; perhaps we were the only ones in the
family who were able to hear his voice?
Webster Nashville, TN
November 2, 2012