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The Ghost of My Father 25 The Ghost of My Father 25 THE GHOST OF MY and heart raced as I searched for an explanation loose ends of the life he'd left behind. "Dad," I THE GHOST OF MY THER F FA ATHER for what had just happened. As I focused on the had to tell him more than once, "you had your throbbing in my finger, I heard a distant voice chance to do those things when you were alive yelling at me from somewhere far away. and chose not to do them. And right now I'm up I turned my attention to the voice and to my eyeballs in things I have to get done." saw my dead father materialize by my right Over time, things have changed. Two shoulder. His face looked furious with years after his death he's gone from being frustration as he shouted over and over into my focused on his own agenda to becoming more right ear, "Listen to me! Listen to me! Listen to like a spirit guide for the Lyons family. The last me! Listen to me!" Now I understood who had time I saw him before my Mother died this past jammed my hand into the drawer. My father May was at my mother's home near Boston. As could be quite subtle and savvy in life, but when my mother and I were talking about our lives I all else failed he could always fall back on brute looked to my left and saw a large golden orb of force and the extraordinary power of his will to light a few feet away. When I looked deeper into make his point known. "Dad, I can hear you!" I the golden light I saw that it was my father, who said to the impassioned ghost standing beside I'd witnessed growing closer to the light of his me. "Dad, it's okay! I can hear you!" soul and away from the lower trappings of his My father's ghost, looking like he had in human personality during the preceding year. recent years before his health had failed, relaxed I told my mother my Dad was there with and put his large hands on my shoulders. His us. She seemed glad. She told me she'd seen my spirit eyes became all misty as he showed me father many times in dreams since his death. the vision he wanted me to see. In the vision Just a few days earlier, he'd come to her in a was my dear friend Catherine, a wonderful, red- dream and they'd gone for a long ride in a dream By Thomas Lyons haired Irish-American, a woman filled with life car together. A few months later my Mother was By Thomas Lyons and love and goodness. I also saw images of my dead from a heart attack. The day of her wake (An excerpt from the book (An excerpt from the book father's Irish-born mother. She had died in my Mother - nearly totally blind for the last 60 MODERN DAY MYSTIC) childbirth when my Dad was only four or five years of her life - came in a vision to my wife. MODERN DAY MYSTIC) years old, but I knew her face from family "I can see!" she told my wife Rhonda. "I can My Dad died on October 1, 2003, nine photographs. see!" months after suffering a stroke. He was 73. The In the vision my Dad was showing me, I Are ghosts and reincarnation a reality? last time I'd seen him before the stroke he could saw the continuity of my grandmother's life, her Do our souls travel from one time and place to still rip a Boston area telephone directory in half death, and her subsequent rebirth as my Irish- another in this dance we call life? It sure looks with his bare hands. My Dad had been a very American friend Catherine. My Dad pointed that way from where I'm standing. [] tough guy. A few months after his stroke I was from his mother's image and then to Catherine's. working at home in California when I saw a "She was my mother!" he said to me with great very muscular man wearing an old-fashioned emotion. "I wanted you to know. She was my ABOUT THE AUTHOR: THOMAS LYONS is a cap watching me from across the room. I was mother!" writer and a mystic living in the United States startled and prepared to defend myself against My Irish Catholic father had come to me and the author of the recent book MODERN this intruder when I realized that I knew him from the other side of death, having apparently DAY MYSTIC. Thomas' book can be found on from somewhere. The man didn't make a move discovered the reality of reincarnation when he Amazon.com and at the website towards me, but smiled at me with the got there. According to my father's ghost, the http://www.ModernDayMystic.com. confidence and self-assurance of someone who woman I knew as Catherine was the knew he was powerful and impressive. reincarnation of my own paternal grandmother. I studied his ruddy Irish face. He His communication now achieved, my father's In Ottawa, Ontario, Canada appeared to be someone out of 1940s or 1950s presence faded from my view. "I just wanted In Ottawa, Ontario, Canada People Listen To America. After a few seconds, I figured out he you to know," he said one last time and then was People Listen To wasn't actually physically in the room with me, gone. The ‘X’ Zone Radio Show The ‘X’ Zone Radio Show so I stopped looking for a weapon to use against Both of my father's parents had been with with the big man. Recognition of who he was born in Ireland and later come to the United Rob McConnell dawned on me slowly, however, as I States. My Dad's mother, born Mary Costello on Rob McConnell on remembered having seen pictures of him one of the Aran Islands off the west coast of on AM 580 CFRA somewhere years ago. I finally realized the Ireland, had been raised speaking the ancient AM 580 CFRA spirit in front of me was my own father, but Irish language. As an infant my father's mother looking the way he'd looked in the prime of his had been christened in the old Catholic church life. This wasn't my father's ghost, strictly in the town of Spiddal on the Irish mainland in speaking, for he was still alive, although in County Galway. Curiously, in 2001 I'd called rapidly failing health back in New Hampshire. my friend Catherine to catch up with her and This was my father visiting me out-of-body in discovered that she had gotten married since his astral form - and outside of normal time as we'd last spoken while she and Erik were on well. holiday in Ireland. Even more curiously, Months later, when I flew to Catherine told me they'd been married at the Massachusetts for my Dad's funeral, I stayed Catholic church in the coastal town of Spiddal, with my good friend Shelby in Cambridge. The near the Aran Islands. Catherine, who knew morning of the funeral I was looking for nothing of my family's past, had managed to get something and Shelby told me I could find what married in the same church my long since dead I needed in a certain desk drawer. As I rumbled grandmother had been christened in more than a through the very messy drawer - I felt a strong century earlier. hand come out of nowhere, grab my right wrist From what I've seen, not only do we and elbow, and jam my hand into the desk learn and evolve during our physical drawer with great force. I quickly pulled my incarnations, but we also can continue to grow now bloodied hand from the drawer, completely outside of the physical world. Since my father's dumbfounded. One of my fingers had been cut passing in late 2003 he's visited me on several by a stray razor blade in the drawer. My mind occasions. The first few months after his death his ghost seemed bent on using me to tidy up the