The word says it was Samuel. Be that as it may, when I hear grieving relatives say they've talked with their deceased I know they have been duped by deceiving spirits, aka the spirits of dead Nephilim. Necromancy is strictly forbidden by God. Shalom.
I had stopped grieving for my Father -- and that didn't stop him from showing up one day.
I inherited a car from him when he died. My sister and I lived in the same time and were visiting my Mother -- my sister drove me over so I could pick the car up and drive it back. The car couldn't be driven. It had a broken tie-rod and wobbled all over the road. People had said my Father was too old to drive, blaming him for how the car weaved around; but I found out it was the car. His mechanic must have been grossly incompetent. I dropped the car off at a garage a few miles down the road and my sister drove me home.
The car got fixed and I drove it. Then one day, while I was delivering newspapers, an old couple rear-ended me. The cops came to fill out a report; and as I was talking to them, my Father showed up, saying, "So that's how it ended." It was awkward, to say the least, trying to hold two conversations at the same time -- one mental with my Father, and the one with the cops. I knew the cops would think I was crazy if I said I needed to talk to someone they couldn't see -- they might have thought the accident drove me mental.
My Father had worried about me. He had known it wasn't safe, so he worried. He was so relieved I hadn't killed myself because the car was dangerous when he died and I inherited it. I told him mentally he had been worried over nothing, that I had had it repaired.
He also turned up one night when I was sleeping to apologize to me for something else that he felt had been his fault. I understood what he meant. He had done some wrong things; but he hadn't hurt me way he thought he may have.
Mind now, I didn't try to invoke him. He came to visit me.
I don't know if I should tell the story about when he died. I knew someone had died, but the message I got from "the other side" wasn't that clear. I thought a dear woman who I knew was very ill had died and gone to Heaven. My three sisters had tried to call me to tell me he had died but couldn't reach me since I was driving to our Mother's house. When I got there, my youngest sister came running out of the house looking troubled. She said, "I have something to tell you." Immediately, I knew what it was, and I said, "You don't need to, I know; Daddy is dead." She was really surprised. "But there's no way you could know that." But there was -- and I'm glad it happened that way, since it assured my sisters and Mother he had arrived safely in Heaven.
I also saw him once in Paradise. He also showed up once for one of my sisters.
I was caught up one night in the spirit and surprised to see an aunt who had died. Like an idiot, I said, "But I thought you were dead." She laughed -- and I've never met anyone who laughed the same way she did -- it was her -- and she said, "I guess some people would call it that."
She was with other people however, and she told me it would be better if I left -- not to annoy the people with her. She was right, too. It's better for us if we stay on our side and let the "dead" stay on their side. It's definitely wrong to try to talk to "dead" people trying to get them to predict the future.
I have other stories, but I doubt people would be convinced -- people believe what they believe, and what I say probably isn't going to change anyone's mind.