Is There Life After Death?

I've never thought of myself being connected to a different world. I won't lie though, it's always intrigued me. When I first witnessed what my mother call's my "gift" I was probably about four years old. I was at my grandfather's funeral and my father looked at me and told me paw-paw was going to be sleeping for a very long time. When I looked behind my grandfather's coffin, he was standing there behind it smiling at me. I knew my grandfather was dead. My mama had told me he had gone to Heaven to be with my Maw-Maw.

About three weeks later I went to bed around nine and during the middle of the night I got up to go to the bathroom. I saw this bright light shinning at the end of my bed. At first I was scared but then I heard my Paw-Paw's voice as clear as day. "Stacey it's ok, hon. We won't hurt you." I looked up and saw Maw-Maw and Paw-Paw standing at the foot of my bed. They were smiling and had all this bright light around them. Paw-Paw looked at me and said, "Tell your Daddy we're ok."

I smiled and told them I missed them. Of course I told Daddy what I had seen the next morning and he sort of shook it off but it made tears come to his eyes too. When I was ten my friend Amy Woods died in a tornado in Goshen. I saw it happen. Just as if I were there I could see the church falling...hear the roaring of the tornado...and see her trying to reach out for something. Then I woke up to chaos going on around my own family and house. We lived just one hundred yards away from the church where she was killed. I was mad at myself for years after that. It wasn't my fault that it happened, no but I felt as though I could have helped her had I been there.

When I was twelve my aunt died on my birthday. She had been only an acquaintance but I seen her in the hallway of my house. As plain as day she told me to tell my mother she wasn't hurting anymore and she was alright. So what was I? A messenger of some sort for the dead? I wasn't angry just shocked. When things died down, I began to lead a painful life, full of dread and horrible things happened around me. When I was sixteen a good friend of mine committed suicide.

I was depressed after that. I gave my life over to paganism. I believed in many gods and goddesses and it was then I began to think my "gift" was from the gods. I had a power and I was going to use what power I had. I began to realize I could make things happen. But it wasn't really from the gods I did this. It was from the devil that made me think I could do such things. The Devil has increased power over all and he uses what he can to get to people in their lowest moments in life.

The Devil got to me in that low moment and I began to use not only, white magic but black magic. Witches have a rule that whatever bad comes back to bite you just as bad. Doing things made bad luck happen to me. I finally began to realize this. Several years later I still have my gift. One of the times I last seen my Paw-Paw was when I had surgery. I had a c-section when giving birth to my daughter. I was put under heavy sedation because I was screaming. I couldn't really feel anything but I kept screaming to the doctors and nurses that I could. So they sedated me and put me under.

During that time, my Paw-Paw and I sat under this huge oak tree in he and my grandmother's house in Ellis, Alabama. We were drinking sweet tea and talking. In the sky was scenes playing back from my life. Good memories and bad ones. He looked at me and said, "Stacey you can't come home right now. You've got to go back and be there for that baby. Your daddy wouldn't be too happy with me if I didn't tell you otherwise." I told him I still missed him and I went back when I heard the nurse call my name.

I remember crying because I had been in a warm place and then I came back to a cold place filled with pain. I don't know if it was a glimpse of Heaven I saw or just a dream from the heavy sedation. Either way I'm convinced that I have some sort of connection to talk to the other side. Maybe one day I'll find out my true answer.