The Night I Let My Son Nelson Down

Three nights after my son Nelson passed away in 1998, I felt restless and was worried that I would not get enough rest before rising early to go to work the next morning. Everyone else in the house was fast asleep. All of the lights in the house were off except for a reading lamp in my bedroom, which was then on the upper floor. I sensed that an astral to-do was occurring outside my bedroom door, which led immediately into the family room. I rose, opened the door, and peered into the darkness. It was thick with spirits of the deceased. My son Nelson was standing there smiling at me. He had gathered at least 20 other spirits of those who had recently died, and promised them that I would give them a lecture on life after death. He bragged to them that I founded the Spirit Questors and knew exactly what to tell them. I was stunned because all of it was totally unexpected.

I told everyone that I was in grief, emotionally and psychologically exhausted, and wanted to rest because I had to drag myself to work the following day. I apologized to them and shut the door. They lingered for a quarter of an hour in case I would change my mind, but I did not. They were extremely disappointed. So was my son, who felt that I let him, of all people, down.

In every spirit quest I went on thereafter, I made it a point to address them, and others, and give that presentation they so wanted to hear.

I will give it again if I have to.