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An Unbelievable Experience

Here are some thoughts that may help shed some light on my experience. San Francisco is an incredible melting pot of different faiths, a city where virtually all well-known and lesser-known religions are represented. To list them all would be an arduous undertaking.

I once heard of a church where mediums (seers) came to deliver messages from departed loved ones to the members of that church. It was a church that had a side chapel where pain was alleviated through the laying on of hands. Religious songs were also sung. The most important part of the program, which everyone anxiously awaited, was the “Messages from the Afterlife!” There were always four mediums present, who were always changing. Needless to say, that caught my attention. A woman who had recently buried her husband and was eagerly waiting for a sign from him, received an important message: “Unfortunately, I have not made a will, and thus you do not know how to proceed with my inheritance. I shall now give you my will.” The wife cried with overwhelming joy and thanked her husband profusely. Naturally, I was skeptical of this message. It could be that this medium was already perfectly familiar with the situation of the family. There was no way for me to verify the truth of the message unless I received a message myself. However, I never received a message, though such messages brought great joy to countless others around me. At the end of an event, I asked a woman who had just worked as a medium to tell me why I never received a message. She looked at me and asked, “Are you a Catholic?” When I answered yes, she said, “You know, Catholics are like rocks!” “So that means I can’t expect to receive any messages?” I asked. She replied, “Walk barefoot on the beach where the water is lapping up onto the sand. You lack static electricity!” So, I did just that! Whenever I had time, I went to the beach. Then, curious, I went back to the church. I received my first message that evening! “Your grandfather is here. He says hello, and that he always loved to sing church hymns.” I had no idea which of my grandfathers made himself known in this way. Both were very religious. One was a teacher and played the violin at mass, and the other was a farmer who took part in the first pilgrimage of men from Linz to Jerusalem in 1900. Thus, I needed to ask for clarification. Since my mother had no idea about this strange hobby her father practiced, she asked her sister, who lived with him until his last days. She laughed, and confirmed that he loved to sing church songs, even at home. BINGO! I had found a match, and now knew that my violin-playing grandfather had sent me a message. Only my aunt knew about it. One message worried me tremendously. An uncle – it could only be Uncle Rudolf – said that my mother cured her illnesses with aspirin. However, her current illness could not be cured with that medicine. I immediately investigated and received some relieving news – she was suffering from extremely high blood pressure. She was already receiving medical treatment. They didn’t want me to worry unnecessarily. They had no idea that a worried soul had notified me from the afterlife! I had received several messages before the most wonderful one came: “Your father is here!” I can still feel the elation of my soul today! “He says you are deeply worried about finding a job. You don’t have to worry, in two weeks the problem will be solved.” I was totally blown away! My beloved father was still worried about me!

I had myself evaluated, because I was unable to work in my profession. The test did not turn up particularly positive results. I was classified as a perfectionist. A Carinthian who had trained as a car painter in Austria was hired and fired within a week. He could not understand why; after all, his work was substantially better than that of his colleagues. He simply couldn’t see how to get his feet on the ground. One day he ran into a former co-worker and lamented his misfortune. The co-worker laughed and said: “While you were painting 2 cars, I was doing 3! Good grief, the boss’s cash register has to keep ringing!” His next job turned into a permanent one! So, I was perfect and simply had bad prospects.

What a coincidence! A private rescue company showed interest in me and took me on, with the following conditions: “You start tomorrow at 8 o’clock with no beard and with a license for rescue vehicles.” My God, I had a job where perfect people were needed.

The driver’s license office is open all day, since Americans have to take an exam every three years, with the option to choose the date. I immediately got the paperwork, got in my passenger car and ‘studied’ for the test. I went to the exam and passed. In the evening, I shaved my beard, which caused my sweetheart to tear up. After all, she had only ever known me with a beard. The next day, I reported for duty at 8 o’clock sharp. It had not yet been two weeks. My father gave me the necessary support and confidence. Could I still have any objections and doubts? When I left for home three years later, I received probably the rarest job reference you can get. It promised that I would be taken back at any time, should I wish to do so.