Roger Peterson, Good morning. (I feel his energy but he is not ready.) It’s OK Roger. I will be kind. I just want to know what happened with the airplane accident. ‘It was a squall. It got bumpy a couple minutes in, like really bumpy. I was trying to decide if I should keep going or turn around. I had just decided to turn back and a huge squall flipped my wing up and nose down. It happened so fast. I was trying like hell to right us. The turbulence was severe, I didn’t have time. We shouldn’t have gone. I didn’t know or I wouldn’t have gone. I swear it.’
I know Roger. You were so young. Did you fly at night before? ‘Yes. Never in those conditions.’
You had Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens and JP Richardson on board. Is there anything you want to say about them? ‘It’s in the death. When we all go together like that. There’s a separation of your spirit before impact. It’s strange, there’s this horrible, violent death but there is this peace, a separation from the body, from the physical assault of death.’
Do you stay connected, the four of you? Do you know who each of you are? ‘Yes. There’s no blame either just a resolve, it’s like, well, this is what we signed up for. Big Rockstars going down in flames, famous forever.’
Did you see the crash happen? ‘No.’
Did you see the aftermath? ‘No.’
Where did you all go when your spirit left your body? ‘We rested, it’s like being inside and supported by a big, fluffy cumulus cloud. The biggest, thickest one you’ve ever seen. There is an energy that has to adjust. Our spirits were heavy with the earths energy. We had to shed it off. It was the most bizarre, most amazing feeling. It’s like being washed clean after being caked in crusty, dirty mud.’
Wow, what happens after that? ‘It’s crazy. So crazy. It’s like the cloud traveled. We left the cloud to enter the bottom of stairs. Beautiful, gently curving, white stone stairs that gently twisted on the way up. We were greeted. We each had our own guide. We knew them. The love was so powerful, it’s like welcome home son. The light beings lined our path going up. It’s weird. Their light was bright but not blinding. Soft but not dim. White but not white, full of color but not colored. It was fluid but not fluid. It was like an ether, a gas, all around us. There was sound inside of it. I think it was angels. Almost like the breath of angels but it had a melody. It was so soft, so comforting, so safe, so loving.’
Where do the stairs lead to? ‘The top.’ (He gives a chuckle but catches himself, he doesn’t want to be rude.) ‘A big landing area with stone arches. It’s like you are inside a big monument or atrium.’
What happens there? ‘You wait to be called.’
Called for what? ‘Your life review. It’s the flight debriefing.’
Do you want to continue or is there another message you wish to share Roger? ‘The life review is mine alone, it’s OK. It went well, they always do. I do have a message though, if I may.’
Yes, please share. ‘Life is all about the ride. It’s not about the how you died. Who you are, how you treat people, how you make others feel. That’s what is important. That’s what you see in your life review.’
Are you still connected to Buddy, Ritchie and JP? ‘Yes, many times over. Many lives, many different parts to play.’
Anything else you wish to share before I go Roger? ‘Buckle up. Go, do, experience all there is to this life. Take the trip. Enjoy the ride.’
Thank you Roger, love and peace to you. ‘I am ever so grateful, thank you. Thank you.’
Channeled message from Roger Peterson. Roger was a commercial pilot and Flight Instructor with five years of experience, when he piloted a chartered flight out of Mason City Municipal Airport in Iowa on February 3, 1959 at 12:55 am. Roger, 21 years old, was married to his high school sweetheart and “built his life around flying”. Rock and roll musicians, Buddy Holly, age 22, married for six months, Ritchie Valens, age 17 and “The Big Bopper” J.P. Richardson, age 28 were on the chartered flight. J.P. was married and had a daughter. His wife gave birth to their son two months after his death. All four were killed on impact when the plane crashed in a corn field near Clear Lake, Iowa a few minutes after takeoff. This is the tragedy known as “The Day the Music Died” in Don McLeans 1971 song “American Pie”.