The following is a guest paranormal story submitted by request where the best submissions will receive a copy of the newly released Ancient Aliens Season 3 DVD set. Thanks to Shelley Germeaux who is also the John Lennon Examiner.
By Shelley Germeaux
John Lennon’s sudden tragic death on December 8, 1980, came as a shock to everyone. The grieving of millions of fans around the world, and the lasting tributes to his memory are a testament to his legacy, both with the Beatles and during his solo years. The murder of a man known for his peace efforts, and for revolutionizing modern music, giving us so much joy, was heartbreaking.
I was no exception. I grew up with the Beatles and they were like family to me. I was devastated at John’s death and cried for weeks. Every time I saw a poster of him somewhere, I would stop and stare at it. My eyes would well up and I would kiss my fingers and plant them on his picture.
I assumed that was the end of it and certainly never expected to encounter his ghost, or spirit. But a few weeks after he died, I woke up with a fright in the middle of the night after experiencing something very strange. I had been dreaming that I was flying through space, at what felt like the speed of light. As stars and planets rushed by me, I knew without a doubt, that my mission was to “find John Lennon.” Suddenly I could see the Earth under me, and as I sped towards it, (mission somehow being accomplished), saw Washington State; then the lights of Seattle; then the lake, my neighborhood, and then the roof of my house. Feeling as though I’d literally slammed through the roof onto my bed, I woke up, heart racing, shaking, and said, “that was no dream.” I realized I had just experienced astral travel. It was the only time I’d ever had such an experience.
Years later, in 1994, John suddenly began visiting my dreams and meditations, which was puzzling to me as I hadn’t really thought of him in a long time. Some dreams were so vivid and real, that I could swear he was really there. He would say he “was here to help me.” Smiling and jovial, he offered “his services as a friend and guide.” Although I was always interested in the afterlife, and the paranormal, this was all new to me. I was a housewife with two children, with no experience in spiritual matters, except for occasional prophetic dreams at times that, for example---warned me of my parents’ deaths when I was young. So I didn’t necessarily DIS-believe, although I was leery about truly believing.
I discovered with some amazement that other authors were writing about John’s activities in the afterlife, and their stories made the hair on my neck stand up with goose bumps. Their accounts, similar in some ways, lent validity to what I was experiencing. Some days I believed and other days I did not. But I cautiously opened the door to the possibility that his presence was real.
I began seeing certain numbers often - 444, 11:11, and 999---on clocks, license plates, phone numbers, and store receipts. I would wake up to see 4:44 on the clock for example, several nights in a row. I was definitely getting the feeling that someone was trying to get a message to me.
Being skeptical though, I asked in meditation for “proof” almost every day that this was really John Lennon. As though attempting to “answer” me, I was stunned at the string of synchronistic messages that occurred as I went about my business running errands-- John Lennon songs came on the radio, messages appeared on buses, newspaper headlines and in stores. A sign inside a grocery store read, “You know it’s going to be good;” then, if this weren’t all enough, at the bank I was greeted by a placard that said, “We’re available when you need us--for more information about your long term plan, ask John.”
I could feel the color draining from my face in disbelief. I was humored and stunned at the same time. As I left, a bus went by that had a sign blazoned across it that said, “Are you ready?” The hair definitely stood up on my arms and neck. What was all this about?
Another morning after I again asked for more proof, I got in the car and when I turned the key, the DJ said, “John Lennon….” and Imagine started playing. The emotion was so overwhelming, tears fell down my face. It seemed obvious that this was his way of providing some form of evidence of his presence.
I started buying books on Spirit Guides, channeling, and the afterlife, and they all said the same thing….that this is how “they” communicate! So don’t ignore their presence! The books gave many examples of spirit communication that were similar to my own experiences. In the book “The Haunting of the Presidents: a paranormal history of the U.S. Presidents” (Martin/Birnes), the idea of spirits visiting in dreams is discussed: “…paranormal research has found a marked difference between ordinary dreams and those we define as a dream visitation. The latter are extraordinarily vivid or hyperreal experiences in which a deceased loved one appears so lifelike that the bereaved is left with little or no doubt that the departed genuinely communicated from the spirit world.”
I remember the day that my very skeptical husband said, “What if when you die, you find out this was not real?” We had argued about the whole John Lennon debacle, and he thought this was all a bunch of hooey, thought I was making a fool of myself, thinking that the former Beatle was in contact with me. That was the moment something changed inside me. I stood up and said, “What if I die, and I find out it was all real, and that I ignored it? That would be worse—and my heart would be broken that I’d missed some kind of opportunity, or didn’t do something he wanted. There must be some reason all this is happening, and I’d be stupid to not notice it. How could I be at peace?”
And so it went from there, as I studied more about the afterlife, more about John Lennon, more about ghosts and spirits. One phenomenon I began to experience was the sensation of running into a cobweb, across my face. After it happened several times, I read that if this happens, “you can be sure you have just run into a spirit.”
One night as I relaxed in the bathtub with my eyes closed, I was thinking about John, talking to him in my mind, floating away. I opened my eyes to see a large blue orb right in my face. Assuming I was simply seeing things, I rubbed my eyes and blinked, but it didn’t go away. I’m sure it was the spirit energy of John Lennon.
I have seen his apparition perhaps a handful of times. One of those times, again I was in the bathtub and opened my eyes to see his reflection in the glass shower door in front of me. Gazing at it with puzzlement, I thought, “hmm. I didn’t know I had a picture of John behind me!” I kept looking at it and thought, “That’s definitely John Lennon’s image---but that could not be a reflection of a picture, because there is no picture behind me!”
With this realization, I turned quickly to look behind me to see that there was definitely NO picture anywhere of John. I turned back, and the image was gone.
I began visiting psychics and astrologers for more validation and information about what exactly was going on. I learned a great deal in the coming years about past life connections, about his history and how similar our childhoods were. I formed a deep emotional bond with his spirit, who became a protector, a guide, and a friend.
I even had an “aura photo” taken at a psychic fair once in 2000, and the person said “there’s a large guide next to you….see? This spirit is moving into your field of energy and is becoming a part of your essence.” So I have joked that here is a picture of me with John Lennon.
But in all honesty, this was no joke to me, and I took it very seriously. I wanted to understand the bigger picture. If John Lennon was in my life, what exactly did he want? Why did I feel so close to him? Why was this so easy? One of the messages I received from him in meditation was his request that I begin writing about him, to help preserve the accuracy of his legacy. That was in 1997. At that point I had never written a single article about anything.
Soon after this, I would be on the radio talking about the Beatles, taking a DJ to task over her disregard for the Fab Four. Then an editorial piece I wrote about Paul McCartney’s home in Liverpool was published in the Seattle Times. I was inadvertently developing a “voice” for John Lennon’s legacy. Was he prompting me to do so?
It would be three more years before I submitted an article about John Lennon to a Beatles magazine called Daytrippin'. It was October of 2000, what would have been his 60th birthday and approaching the 20th anniversary of his death. I wrote for the magazine for almost 10 years, took trips to Lennon’s homes in Liverpool and New York, and interviewed people close to him. As the John Lennon Examiner for the last two years, it’s been over 11 years of devoted writing.
I am sure that his spirit has been helping and assisting me in my personal life, as well as guiding me to preserve his memory for fans, both current and future.
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