By Joe Perez
On the days before his death in 1991, Andre felt a distinct sense of foreboding and familiarity. The San Francisco man, a sound and light technician and rock musician, dismissed the feelings as nothing more than gloom and doom prophecy.
Andre and his lover Robert had been arguing and fighting bitterly. The drugs they had both been taking weren’t smoothing their communications. A longing struck Andre for real change in his life but he wondered if it was too now late.
Back in his apartment and alone, something weird started happening. Everything started getting dark. Not only dark, but also ominous and foreboding. Andre turned on all the lights, but his vision remained dim.
He was going out of his mind, he said. He felt a pain in his lower right gut and his head was humming. He heard loud voices around him, yelling at him, and he began to recite the Lord’s Prayer.
Then, unexpectedly, three old friends dropped by in a car and took him on a trip to Guerneville. A rainstorm hit; Andre says he can still remember the sound of raindrops on the windshield. As the radio played songs, he intuitively seemed to know the next one that would play.
Andre noticed that his friends were not who they appeared to be. They were actually three beings with beautiful shiny eyes, and everyone talked without using their mouths. When they spoke, a heavenly scent came forth. They told Andre that he had died three days ago.
“What was the cause?” he asked.
“A ruptured appendix,” they replied. Then Andre remembered the pain in his side, and he thought that it felt great to be dead. The beings asked Andre if he knew where they were headed.
“Heaven?” he asked.
“Good, because that’s where we’re going,” they said. “Where is heaven?”