Murder and Crystals

Murder and Crystals

This story is too long to be appreciated here but I will try. An old friend, PJ was married to an older friend Brad. I had been in their wedding many years ago. PJ is my daughter's God Mother but we had fought and we didn't speak for 15 years. My daughter's father still had ties with friends/family back home in Cincinnati. He called one night to tell me Brad had been murdered and he gave me PJ's phone number. Brad wasn't even 40 yet. I called PJ to give my condolences as well as to Brad's family who I had also known for years. It was heart wrenching. At Christmas PJ mailed to my daughter and I the amulets PJ brought to my daughter's birth that hung over the hospital bed and she also sent a beautiful crystal, wrapped with silver and which has a turquoise stone in the center that she and Brad had gotten at Machu Pichu in Peru. I put the crystal on a glass shelf next to my bed. For many months, PJ and I talked every night and I listened as she cried and mourned the death of Brad. It was truly awful and I felt so helpless to help her.
One night I was in bed and heard the glass shelf rattling. I assumed it was the heater kicking on that rattled it until the heater turned on again and it didn't rattle. Then I thought well maybe it was a big truck on the street. Went back to sleep. Next night I awoke in the middle of the night to the sound of a soft thud next to my bed. Turned on the light and there was the crystal on the carpet floor next to my bed. I put it back on the shelf - closer to the wall this time. Next night, I had a dream. In the dream I was listening to a voice mail message and kept rewinding it to try to get all of the message. In the dream I asked if it was Brad and then his face suddenly appeared - him smiling. He said he wanted me to call PJ and give her the message. I argued with him and told him it was 3 in the morning and I was too tired to call but that I swore to remember the message and call in the morning. Then I suddenly woke up and heard a soft thud. The crystal, once again, laying on the carpeted floor next to my bed. I fell back asleep and repeated the message over and over so I would remember.
Next day I sent PJ an email with the message. Told her I didn't know what it meant but that maybe she would. She replied, "I was married to that man for 20 years and that's all he has to say to me?" The message went something like this - "Tell her I"m sorry for the 2 weeks I worked. I saw them in a jungle together on vacation and she was upset with him about working. PJ would not tell me if the message made sense or not. She invited me to visit her in North Carolina in April that year. We stayed in their beach house for a week. One night we were talking and she had Brad's cremated remains on the table in front of us. She began to tell me the story, finally, of what happened to Brad. They had planned to take a vacation to South America - Brad was a carpenter. A mutual friend called him last minute and begged him to do a job before he left. PJ was furious and didn't want him to take the job because it would interfere with their plans. But he took the job. It was there that he met his fate. Leaving the building one night some guy pulled out a gun and shot him in the head while Brad was trying to drive off in his truck. Now I knew the meaning of his message and I knew it was NOT a dream I had but an actual encounter with Brad from beyond the veil. accourding to someone's experience