CAN WE COMMUNICATE WITH THE DEAD?

A little over a week ago, I was in bed trying to fall asleep when I noticed my
position was peculiar.

I have a habit of sleeping with my arms crossed over my chest. My Mom
told me that I slept that way since birth. It is quite comfortable despite the
fact that it is the corpse posture in Yoga.

The peculiar position was, both of my arms were fully stretched out at my
sides. Out of nowhere, it occurred to me that this was the exact position
I found myself in when I awoke from my coma. Excepting, at that time there
were intravenous needles in both arms. It gave me pause.

Strange thoughts have a way of filtering through to all of us during the wee
small hours. I wondered, what if I am still in a coma and all of the seeming
reality was just a dream?

One thought led to another. I pondered the issue, mentally asking myself if
I was going to wake up soon? Will my clothing still fit? How will I look and
so forth.

I finally fell asleep and think I woke up the next morning or did I? Food for
thought?

My good friend Bobby Collada and I way back in the mid 1960s had a habit
of pondering the old question:

What if we’re only part of somebody’s dream? I could be the dreamer or you
could be the dreamer? What happens when we wake up?
Bobby and I made a pact, whoever died first would communicate with the
other. He kept that promise. We still communicate. He passed over long
ago on Easter Saturday, 1969.

A BRIEF HISTORY OF OUIJA.

Although they still are sold in toy departments, they are not toys. They
were in fact banned in the 1930s, people were having bad experiences,
mediums were exposed as frauds by Houdini among other things.
A good example of a negative experience is to listen to George Noory the
host of the paranormal radio talk show, CoasttoCoastam.com who has a
hatred and or fear of the Ouija. Noory stated several times on Coast that
he had suffered serious problems.

His experience was negative, one can immediately hear it in his voice. He
frequently comments on his experience with Ouija.

Perhaps no one showed him that there are definite Do's and Don't before
one consults with the Ouija.

Do ask for protection (mentally) ask for a deceased relative to guide you,
one that you had a good rapport with during life.

Mentally visualize a white circle that engulfs you as protection. Have your
partner on the Ouija do the same.

Once this very simple exercise is done, very lightly and gently place your
fingertips on the Planchette.

Clear your mind of all conscious thought and ask, is there a spirit here?
Wait....give it time to move up to the word: YES. Then proceed with your
communication.

AUTOMATIC WRITING:

It is the same as the Ouija except you use an ordinary pencil and paper.
You do not require a partner. You do it alone. Protect yourself as above.


Gently with barely any pressure on the pencil, position your hand in a
writing position. Proceed as above.

DOES IT WORK?

Yes it does.

HOW DO I KNOW?

Years ago (1947) when I was seven years old, I stumbled upon a Ouija
Board in my Aunt Teresa's attic.

I was up there playing while she and my Mom visited in the kitchen. It
was a rainy day.

Being a hyperactive child, the attic amused me for a short time in lieu
of going outdoors. I was getting bored and decided to reach for the
window sill to look outside to see if the rain stopped. I had pushed
some old cartons beneath the window.

When I tried to climb on them, to my childish delight and surprise, out
slid the Ouija. I found a game...or so I thought.

Aunt Teresa was mortified to hear that I had found the Ouija. Her face
turned pale white when I showed her that it had worked for me, alone.
This is somewhat unusual. I am not the first and am certain I will not be
the last person who Ouija worked for without a partner.

Neither Aunt Teresa or my Mom were amused.

The next time I saw a Ouija was 1962.

My friend Janie and I were extremely lucky insofar as not encountering
any negativity or negative spirits/ghosts.

We had begun communication with my Uncle Charley for almost a year.
In August 1963, the only communication we received from the normally
quite chatty Uncle Charley was, "Joyce go see a doctor or I will see you
soon."

This sort of message coming from a ghost does prompt one to think, am
I going to check off the planet?

I was in the 7th month of pregnancy and conveyed to Uncle Charley that
I felt perfectly fine.

Nonetheless his message repeatedly continued for forty-five minutes.
The next evening, I began having epileptic seizures(I am not epileptic).
This was followed by being in a coma for five days.

On day 5, I died for five minutes.

On day 6, a specialist I had never met before proceeded to look in on
me. After remarking as to how wonderful I looked he turned toward
the door to leave.

He was partially out the door when almost as an after thought he said,
"you must be very close with your Uncle Charley. "

"Why do you say that," I asked?

"Well" the good doctor explained, "you had conversations with him in
the O.R. and just when we thought we finally lost you for good(dead),
you opened your eyes wide" and said, "Let go of my hand now Uncle
Charlie, I'm not ready to go with you yet."

Obviously, I did not die.

No one had an answer as to why I did not die.I had full blown Eclampsia.
My kidneys failed, I was septic, had blood poisoning, could not breath on
my own, among other things.

For me, one undeniable fact remains, we choose our own time to die. I
did.

This is only one experience of me and Ouija and Automatic writing. There
are many years of them and still ongoing. Some memorable ones came in
from Edgar Allan Poe who obviously had more poetry inside him, which he
needed to get out. I definitely am not a poet. I can rhyme silly lines but the
elaborate verses that Edgar wrote are simply not me.

Others came from deceased former occupants of Atlantis. Even more were
from Mu (Lemuria).

I am one lucky cookie! I seemed to have opened myself up so much so, that
there were an enormous amount of souls who had passed over, waiting to
speak through Automatic Writing.

To this day, when I search for lost or missing persons, I initially set up their
Natal Chart and the time and date of their disappearance. I place both of the
Charts in my direct line of vision then put the pencil to the paper.

I also do Automatic Writing for my Clients who are able to ask direct questions
of their loved ones who have passed over. There are volumes and volumes of
documented contact. Many times their accuracy still surprises even me after all
these years.

As far as I have seen, it is my belief that there is life after the change we call
death.

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Remembering Bobby Collada

Bobby Collada and I became great friends in 1963, he was my best friend. We met late in 1962 when a friend and I had gone to a local nightclub. The name of that club was, Luciano’s.


At that time it was the home of a musical group called, "The Knockouts." Turned out the owners of the club were third and fourth cousins. Luciano’s was the first nightclub I had visited, I finally felt like a full-fledged adult.


The atmosphere was striking, I remember thinking, this place reminds me of the nightclubs I’ve seen in the movies. I was barely 23. The early 60s sparkle in light of the way entertainment has changed in the 21st Century. There were well known clubs like the Copacabana (the Copa), The Peppermint Lounge that dazzled throughout "the city that never sleeps," Manhattan.


Luciano’s was on Route 46 in Lodi, New Jersey. Commonly known back then as "sin strip." It had its’ share of small and big-time mobsters with names like, Chokes, Jerry Chokes to be polite or I suppose, Mr. Chokes. Butcher, the Claw, Notch, John the Walk, Sali Burns and many others that I have long since forgotten. Their names were a representation of the specific service they performed. Many of these colorful characters had been deported from Manhattan to New Jersey for reasons I will never know or understand.


My new found friends at Luciano’s had warned me early on, never get involved with any of these wise guys because, you do not ever get to leave them. I took their advice. They (the wise guys) were very respectful to me and always greeted me with a smile. Despite my protests, they picked up my Tab at the end of the night.


I am certain my last name had a lot to do with the warm, respectable greetings and generosity, based on their attitudes with other female patrons of Luciano’s. One thing we all had in common, we loved The Knockouts.


Luciano’s was the primary home of The Knockouts. We mourned during the time when they would depart to play other Clubs but their absence was usually two weeks. In the summer, two months when we drove down the shore to see them. More specifically, Seaside Heights the home of the Parrot Club which likewise, was dazzling.


This period in my life came after being in a coma, dead five minutes then returning to the world of ordinary reality.


It was a bitter cold February evening when my friend Patti and I ventured into Luciano’s for the first time. Almost instantly, Bobby Collada and I became great friends. He played keyboards, wrote music and lyric’s. One of my favorites he wrote was titled, Ecuador. He was an enlightened human being with phenomenal musical talent.


The lead singer, Bobby D’Andrea and I remain friends to this day. He is one dynamic guy and is still working the Clubs, looking as great as ever. Surprisingly looks the same as he did the night I met him. He’s seven years older than me. His current group is called Andre & Sorell...two Italian’s with two great voices and hilarious comedy routines.


Bobby D’Andrea sang lead and Eddie Parenti did backup in their hit song, Darling Lorraine. It is still a great song and one they performed a couple of years ago on PBS. I listened as Frankie Valli made the intro and almost fell off the chair when he said, The Knockouts!


Collada and I had many conversation on the phone in the wee small hours of the night about death, other dimensions, life after death and so forth. Automatic Writing for him was a phenomena. He was astonished the first time I did it for him. Uncle Charley gave him the answers he needed about some major changes and told him he would meet a girl that he would marry and her name would be Carol. He was correct.


During one of our conversations Bobby and I made a pact which in essence was, whoever dies first promises to communicate with the other. Unfortunately, Bobby is the one who kept the promise.


Things were changing in the late sixties. The Knockouts were still working at Luciano’s, I remained close to Bobby but did not see him or The Knockouts much anymore. I had gotten married for the second time.


My ex and I were from different planets as far as the Club scene was concerned. He was the dinner on Saturday evening followed by a jaunt to the local Drive-In movie type. I was still the dance till I drop, stay out all night and sleep late in the morning type which resulted from drinking at least ten cups of coffee in the Diner after the Clubs closed for the night. I never drank liquor, wine or even beer. I don’t like it. My standard drink, club soda with a twist of lemon.


Toward the close of the sixties, Collada had been married to Carol for a couple of years. Carol sent me Bobby, jr’s baby picture during their second Christmas together. A couple of months later, I called him one afternoon. Carol answered and said, "Bobby’s outside with the baby." I replied, "okay, I’ll call him later." She said, "wait I need to tell you something." That was when the bomb dropped. Bobby had been diagnosed with a brain tumor.


A few weeks later, I called him again from my office. His voice was unrecognizable. I repeatedly asked him, "are you sure this is you?" His voice was very deep and raspy as he assured me that it was him. He managed to maintain that bright, extremely humorous personality. We laughed and talked for about an hour as we had done so many times before.


Not long after that phone call, Easter Sunday was arriving. I did my usual last minute shopping for Easter Plants at the local Nursery for Mom and my Mother-in-law. I was heading toward what we called, the humming bridge back in Riverside (N.J), nobody knew its official name, when you drive over it there is a loud humming sound thus, humming bridge.


A few blocks after getting off the bridge, I remembered something I needed at the supermarket and made a U turn to head back in the direction I had just left.


It was a busy Saturday with more traffic than usual. A red Jaguar passed me. I clearly saw Collada driving it, thinking how could that be, he was scheduled for surgery that day. Before I could rationalize the situation another car drove by, I don’t remember the make but clearly saw Collada driving again. By the time the fourth car drove by with Collada driving, this time he was smiling at me. I seriously began questioning my sanity but attributed my momentary lapse of reason to the sudden onset of a massive headache I had.


I drove home from the supermarket, cooked dinner, ate and was in the process of washing the dishes when the phone rang. It was Carol. Bobby had passed over right around the time I began seeing him in the red Jaguar. When I first met Collada, he owned a Jaguar.


Three months later I could not wait any longer and decided to do some Automatic Writing. I asked Uncle Charley if he had seen Collada. He did. Bobby was doing just fine he was out of his resting state. I asked meekly, "can I talk to him Uncle Charley?" "Sure kid, he’s been wondering when he would hear from you, so go ahead," Charley wrote.
I mentally questioned him, "Bobby is that you can you hear me?" The pencil did not move. I repeated the question. Nothing. I gave it a few minutes then tried again. "Sorry, still trying to get the knack of doing this, it’s a new experience for me. What took you so long," he wrote. "Still the same huh, not even death could change you, you’re the best," I answered.


I spoke to him via AW that first time for almost three hours. He had a lot to tell me and did not forget to remind me several times that he kept his promise.


Several years after his death during communication, he told me that he would be going to the 11th Plane. I asked if that meant I could no longer communicate. He said no. He never has given much of an explanation as to what the 11th Plane is but said it was an elevation process and that he had been moved up because of his progress and he was told it was a great place.


I was doing my live Psychic Fairs at that time. Oddly, it was a bitter cold evening in February pretty much the same as the night I first encountered Luciano’s and The Knockouts.


My Fair was at the Willowbrook Mall. I had been busy rearranging my Reader’s seating arrangement since they were complaining it was cold. Out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of Bobby Collada the smile was unmistakably his, the walk, his manner were all the same. He beamed as he walked toward me. I stood up and said in a shaky voice, Bobby! I hadn’t noticed that standing directly behind him was a pretty blonde woman. It was Carol. Quickly she said, "Joyce, this is Bobby Junior. can you believe it?" I could not. He was the exact duplicate of my best friend, Bobby Collada.


I asked Collada in an AW session, "why didn’t you tell me in advance?" He said, "what and ruin the surprise, the look on your face was priceless, you thought you saw my ghost." I admit, yes I did.


There are numerous circumstances that Bobby has foretold that would occur such as, Carol would remarry. She did. Bobby D’Andrea would marry a woman named Bernadette, I would end my second marriage. I stayed in touch with Carol until the mid 1980s when I moved to Arizona.


I did get to meet Bobby Collada, jr. and remain astounded to see how much he is like his Dad who one day I will see again.


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Death Is Like Going To Sleep

Among the many things we dread in life, death and dying strike fear into the heart and mind of the bravest.

For most of the living, death is an unknown frontier, an uncharted territory and if possible, one we would rather not explore.

For others, it was an experience never to be forgotten. Those who have had a near death experience no longer fear death. For me, it was easy,just like going to sleep.

Despite the fact that many near death people no longer fear their own death, there is little consolation for the grief we feel when our loved ones have passed over.

The knowledge of no longer being able to see them on the physical plane is one of complete sorrow and isolation. We do not ever get over the death of a loved one. The best we can do is to manage our grief and continue with our lives.

Is there life after the change we call death? It has been my belief since 1963 that the answer is, yes. That year was a turning point for me, I was barely 23 years old when I died and decided to return. As far as I'm concerned, it was my decision to live. I had things to do, places to go, people to meet and to help others to become more aware and perhaps more enlightened.

Did I know about my death in advance? I did. Did I do anything to try to stop it? No. I didn't believe it was true. It was predicted for me via the Ouija which would soon become, Automatic Writing.

c. Joyce Luciano, All Material Contained 2008
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