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yes look my mother died six months ago, she was dearest to me, and the first night she was not at home, I was sleeping and I hear I wll go to my room to sleep, I checked my daughter and son they were sleeping, and I hear again her foot steps behind my back and I told her, mom you must be in peace, dont worry, I really loved you, stay calm, I am here with you, and she came again another day, but it was very clear she wanted to speak with me.
she said… I will go to my room to sleep, she return home.
As I understand it, your mother came twice and the second time you heard her speak to you, right? Thank you very much. I have heard other stories similar to yours. My cousin’s mother died and one night a month later my cousin was feeling very sad. She had a visit in the form of a warm hug that enveloped her. It was so comforting that she still thinks of it when she is sad over something and a warm feeling comes over her. Thank you again for sharing. I am interested in these occurances and hope that more women will have stories to share. There is a lot to think about. Death is not the end but the beginning of some new experience, whether heaven or something similar. Reporter
An interesting, true story…..A man was called to go home because his father had died. He needed to take care of the estate, even though they had been estranged for some time.
He made all the funeral arrangements, and welcomed the condolences of his family and friends. Following the funeral, he came home and sat in his father’s favorite chair to mull it over. He was remorseful that they had not made it up after that last stupid fight. He had thought there would always be time – but it ran out.
As he sat there the phone rang. When he picked it up he had the most wonderful conversation with the father and son forgiving each other and making amends for their own part in the disputes.
All of a sudden he realized his father was dead and the phone likewise went dead. But he knew………
God bless, J
Spirit is often around through the 3 days of making funeral arrangements and welcoming the comfort of family and friends. The spirit will depart after that – sometimes right at the funeral and sometimes just after.
My daughter said goodbye to 3 of our relatives in a wonderful way:
1. When my father died, she was only 9 and didn’t really know him that well. Dad was one of those silent types at home, leaving a lot of family stuff to my mom.
It was her first funeral and when we got home she wondered about a lot of what had gone on. She did not like everyone laughing and carrying on when someone lay dead in the room.
She woke up, very wide awake and sat up in the middle of the night. In the corner of her room she saw a rocking chair (like one her aunt owned) and sitting in it was my dad. He just said goodbye and was gone.
She was frightened by her experience and we talked about sending loving thoughts to those we know.
2. Five years later her aunt died. She was so young and vibrant and took an interest in her nieces and nephews because she had no children of her own. She would take them to the movies and make an effort at a real relationship.
After she died, and the funeral was over, my daughter again woke in the middle of the night. This time there was a movie screen and she was sitting with her aunt, her mom, and herself just enjoying each others’ company.
This time she was less frightened and more ready to just say goodbye with love.
3. The next year her uncle died. He was the silent type but did nice things for the kids when we visited them out of town.
When we came home from the funeral parlour she went to bed. She had just closed her eyes, not even calmed the mind, when her radio came on. She knew it was not set to come on, nor had she turned it on. This time she said, I love you Uncle Bill. And the radio turned off again.
God bless, J
These stories are wonderful to ponder our existence and the afterlife. What continues after death?
Spirit communication is real and a valid method of saying goodbyes and expressing our love. This is called mediumship.
To have a belief in the spirit world brings many such experiences to life all the time. While the paranormal communities wish to record and measure, the loved ones wish to communicate.
God bless, J
Thanks, J, for your stories. I am interested in hearing as many as possible. All are so varied and seem to fit the relationship or the belief system of the person who receives the happening. Some people are more attuned to the happenings than others. I would say that some people are plugged into the energy of the universe and can receive the “signals” of other messages while other people can’t. Interesting!
Actually I am the Spiritualist that believes in the communication of spirit. My daughter denies it all the time. And yet, she was the one with the interesting experiences with her own family members.
Perhaps she will grow into questions someday. Right now she is way too busy with her life as a mother of 4 girls.
God bless, J
So, to what does your daughter attribute these happenings? It is difficult to accept what you cannot see and touch.
They all happened when she was young and the world was her oyster. Material conditions have taken sway at present. At some time in life we return again to the spiritual. Hopefully she is getting there as time goes on.
God bless, J
1999 March , we had a bad spring storm snow rain ice , it was about 3 am and I felt, someone grab my foot and say “Get up Lin you have to wake up” I opened my eyes and was in the dark literally no light and pretty darn cold. That wasn’t a big thing the upstairs wasn’t heated, i smelled ozone, and the kind of burning smell of wire insulation. I turned on the bedside light and the bulb blew …. I got out of bed and groped my way to the over head light switch and that blew as well I saw a glow downstairs so I made my way down the stairs and found the house blue gray with smoke. THe light in the Bathroom was so bright it reminded me of the flood lights at a football stadium. When all was said and done and the circuit’s disabled and the power shut down. It was found out that outside the power line had shorted and line voltage went straight into the house normally it gets stepped down but at least 440 volts went into areas that normally had 220 and 110. Everything that was solid state got fried. My cousin came by to help sort things out and to tell the Electric Company that they had work to do on the wires. Said that if I had not gotten up when I did another 10 to 15 minutes I would have been on the other side of life. The house would have caught fire and my sibling would be missing a sister. Mom and Dad were terminal at the same time and they crossed over Mom in March and Dad in August 1997. My Dad would wake me up by grabbing my foot and say Lin time to get up…… They still come in to check on us “kids” With Mom I smell Gardenias and Dad I smell his pipe smoke ,,,, even though he quit smoking about 36 yrs before. There is something very comforting about knowing they are near. I” talk” to them regularly I don’t get an answer as such but sometimes just telling them about a problem or a question the answers seem easier.
Blessed Be.
you are truly blessed. thanks so much! reporter
My husband passed away last Jan. and during those first few weeks - I would actually feel him lay down beside me, his weight would make the bed shift. I also had many times when I could feel his arms around me – hugging me. The comfort I got from those moments made it easier for me to face the next day.
This past Christmas ( our first one without him) my daughter and I were sitting on my bed in the bedroom I shared with my husband – we were going through our “Santa” stockings and all of a sudden – my ceiling light turned off. My husband was an electrician – and he had rigged this light – so it came on with the fan speed control and the fan came on with the light switch – so the light that turned off is not just an regular flip on and off light switch – it is a stiff difficult switch – and after the light went off – I checked the switch – and it had been moved to off. It was so nice to know that he was with us that day.
Yesterday I finally picked up his ashes from the funeral home – I still don’t know what I am going to with them – but I just felt I had to pick them up. As I am driving home I notice the song on the radio is Kansas – Dust in the Wind. I think he was trying to tell me something through that song.
What do you ladies think?
Lynn
HI April I understand what you are talking about, I have experienced “things” that you explain, only when you don’t know “who” is getting in the bed with you ….you get out (lol) {my experience,} My daughter lost her fiance last year and she experienced what you are talking about, someone arms around her in the bed, etc, even hearing his favorite song coming on the the car, I believe the song was a message as what you should do with the ashes, I want my ashes spread across a certain land, I want to be set free … The night of one of my best friends was being cremated…she came to me that very night in a red dress, the next day I found out she had been cremated in a red dress, she left me instructions that she was OK and would not be needing her personal things, that her family had began to take away before she could die, I was so relieved that she was OK.
My heart goes out to you , but it is so better to have had a love one who has entered into another “life” than to never have had a love at all.
Fayette:
Sam and I spent almost every anniversary at Niagara Falls, Ontario – it is about an hour from our place. So I think that is where I am going to take him there. It was a special place for us and for him professionally – it is where he did some of his best work. I think I just had to get him home and take time to think about it clearly. I will talk it over with the kids – but I think this is my decision.
I think you are so right about the song telling me what to do. I have gone to a physic so many times to try to have Sam tell me what he wanted me to do with his ashes. And the same message kept coming through – it doesn’t matter as long as I am with you. Niagara Falls is always where I wanted to be.
Thanks you for support.
Lynn
My hubby passed in Nov. 2008 so I know what you are experiencing. He was creamated and I put his ashes under a tree with his name on it in a very special place that I visit yearly. It just seems like he is a part of new growth and that is important to me.
Many cemeteries now have gardens where the ashes are scattered to help the flowers grow. I think a place in nature is so renewing.
Just my thoughts…..
God bless, J
What a blessing to have had someone in your lives to share and grow with. That is not one of my blessings I have been blest with my Cats that got me through the time after my Parents crossed over. They are all now gone as well but I still feel them jump on the bed when I am feeling what I call ‘Little” , the lonely and lost feeling that happens from time to time…. Not the alone feeling that is fine and peaceful but the lonelies that make even a summer day seem cold…. just feeling that jump and sometimes even a little nuzzle to tell you ‘It’s ok we are here and we won’t leave till your heart is happier. Not as good as someone holding you but close
Blessed Be
My old cat just passed away 2 weeks ago. He was 19 and so very special. I had him creamated and he joins my chihuahua who died 2 years ago in a velvet purse. When I die, my pets will be buried with me. I have left instructions with the funeral parlor that will be handlling the arrangements back in my home town. Our pets are our family and our loves in many cases. It is special that they are still with you in spirit.
Cherish the communications that you have received. You had a wonderful relationship apparently. When the time is right, you will know what to do with the ashes. Depending on your age, you may wish to have his ashes combined with yours after your death??
April18: I think your husband was trying to tell you that we live on…yes, our bodies may become Dust in The Wind, but that is just a shell…our spirit lives for an eternity. Your husband will be with you and your family forever, April 18. Take his ashes to a place you cherished together as a family, and relinquish them to the wind…
Love and Light, Patience
First let me say that the posts shared are beautiful and touching. I have a box of tissues nearby and have used a few!
My account is a little different. Several years back, geneology being a hobby, I visited a cemetary in search of the grave of my father’s baby daughter from his first marriage. I stopped at the office to seek direction and was provided with a map to the site. I was warned that it might be difficult to find, as it was unmarked. Although it was a family plot, his first wife’s family, there were no head or foot stones to identify the deceased. Undeterred, I drove to the section.
It was a freezing cold, gloomy gray February day. I wandered through the section but grew frustrated when I could not determine the gravesite. No one was around. I spoke outloud, talking to myself. “oh, please help me find this baby’s grave, it has to be close.”
At that time I looked down and at my feet was a bright red fresh carnation. Looking around I realized that there were not any flower arrangements nor new graves etc. This carnation could not have blown there since I was there for at least fifteen minutes without seeing it.
I then realized that I was standing on the grave that I was seeking. I believe it was paranormal intervention that helped me find that grave. I was so moved that I returned to the office and made arrangements to place a gravestone to mark her resting place. No one should be buried without a marker to show there presence on this earth. I feel at peace and believe my father knows what I have done. Few others know this story.
This is indeed very special. thank you so much for sharing the event. As Shakespeare wrote: There are more things in heaven and earth than are dreampt. (paraphrase) The stories from everyone let us all know that these things happen and are real and have no explanation other than some kind of paranormal communication. What it is is anyone’s guess but that it happens is a blessing to those who can “receive” the messages. reporter
Our Family is never far from us no mater what time lines we use. All we have to do is ask and there will be an answer , might not be the one we want but it is the answer we need
Many – here’s one.
My husband and I were on a moonlight tour of the Bandelier National Monument – home to the ancient Anasazi people. The tour group walked in silence and convened at certain spots where the leader would quietly tell us the significance of the spot we were at. As we were walking across a field I had the sensation of holding hands with someone…but I wasn’t. Our next stop were the ruins of a kiva – a round underground room used for religous purposes. My breasts started tingling as if I was nursing (I hadn’t nursed in 15 years or so). At another stop I could feel the ground under my feet, as if I was wearing thin soled shoes, slippers, moccasins, instead of the hiking boots actually on my feet. Next I felt something in my teeth – perhaps a leather thong that I was pullling. At the last stop, at a tree with fireflies flickering in the moonlight (something very special for us desert dwellers) I felt cold down to my bones and the heaviness of blankets that couldn’t keep me warm. We headed back – still in silence. A plane flew overhead and I was unexpectedly fighting back tears. The thought came to me “She never saw the modern world” and I said good-bye, though to who or what I wasn’t sure. It was then that I realized I had experienced a woman’s life, from courtship to motherhood, to old age and death. I couldn’t wait to tell my husband.
Here’s another
I was going through a rough time dealing with my daughter’s breaking up with a boyfriend of hers that I dearly loved. She wasn’t happy, he wasn’t happy and I was feeling everyone’s pain. One night as I was falling asleep a bright light flashed on the inside of my lids and a thought came to me “Everything’s going to be fine”. “What was that?” my startled awake self almost said out loud. “It was an angel you dummy” came the answer. As I thought about it I realized that the angel hadn’t said “Its all right, they’ll get back together which is what I had hoped for…just “everything will be fine” and of course with time they were.
And a last one
When my marriage was falling apart (Yeah that same husband whom I had been so eager to share with earlier) my angel came back. My husband had told me that he was in love with another woman, they weren’t seeing each other but he wasn’t sure he wanted to stay in the marriage (he didn’t). One night as I was whimpering in bed – him next to me (yuck!) I dreamt I had swallowed a pearl and from that pearl I was filled with a white light. It was intense in the middle and radiated out surrounding my body with a soft halo – imagine Our Lady of Guadalupe in white and dressed undoubtedly in some ratty old nightgown, sexy lingerie was not the order of the day then. The light filled me with strength and wisdom that I would get through whatever was coming. My husband, who had alwasy relished my “non-logical” experiences blamed this one on the valium…but it wasn’t. A few months later he left and I turned 50. For my birthday I bought myself a pearl ring which I haven’t removed in 4 years. The light angel visited me again. This time I was in Beijing having a foot massage. It was late at night. It was during the Lunar New Year and fireworks were booming in the distance. I had recently had two incidents that had filled me with a fear of being alone in life. As I was drifting off with the massage (How I miss the cheap massages of Beijing) I saw the light again, only this time it didn’t radiate out. It couldn’t get past the darkness that was the fear encasing my body. I have worked hard to shed the darkness. Sometimes I can, sometimes I can’t, but I always remember the peace that came over me the first time the light angel came. I am not religous and (despite my reference to Our Lady) was not raised in a tradition of saints and angels. Reform Jews are not known for miracles, but those experiences were very, very real.
More… One I had forgotten
My daughter was a tough infant (tough child, tough adolescent and wonderful young woman). My husband had also been a tough child. Family stories abound … He broke through 3 playpens, my father-in-law sat at the top of the steps reading, ready to throw his recalcitrant toddler back into bed again and again, etc. One night I was “dribbling” my daughter to sleep (bouncing her by gently pounding her diapered bottom, making the mattress bounce – it worked some of the time). I was exhausted, but as soon as I stopped she started crying. What’s a mother to do? From behind me I heard my father-in-law’s distinctive laugh. He had died within the year in an industrial explosion. The baby almost instantly fell asleep. Our daughter’s Hebrew name was in his honor Leon turned to Leah and she has always felt that he was her guardian angel. He had died when she was 9 months old.
As one who “watches ” I too feel a link with the Anasazi ….. Not sure how you are with previous lives but that was another time and place and your life time . One of my gifts is to “see feel”, more of a feeling and sense than pictures or flashes … Something akin to what happened to you happened at my first sweat lodge, it was in the Souix tradition and I feel close to them as well as the Blackfoot , my great Grandmother was full blooded. Sorry I digress….. I was wandering about not knowing a soul but feeling that I had known these people forever. As is my way I gravitate towards the kitchen, in this case it was an outdoor cooking area I stood maybe 50 ft away , and as I came closer the scene changed , the day seemed top melt away to another time and place , the clothing was buckskins and the utensils were a little scary not what you would see in today’s kitchen . I saw everyone and knew them all we were preparing for a feast after a sweat lodge then the scene faded back . That has happened several times and it tickles me every time it does . To my thinking, We have so much to learn and try and teach that it can’t be done in a short span of 70 to 90 years ….. We come back learning different things teaching others and for want of a better word growing … For as we learn and grow so does the universe grow …. I get some strange looks from some folks but they ask and I answer . Angels are with us always as are the ones how have loved us before and after. the adventure keeps on going
Yes, the adventure does keep on going. I particularly like your comment that “e have so much to learn…tht it can’t be done in a short span of 70-90 years. Maybe that is the key.
Yes the adventure continues – it is the correct way to view the afterlife – a new adventure in our existence. But there is so much to learn and grow rather than return to another 70-90 years on this earth plane. The new adventure just may offer something more…
God bless, J
You have had many interesting experiences, each one special. This one of living glimpses of another woman’s life is especially unique. I wish everyone’s paranormal experiences were similar. In that way, it would be so much easier to “explain” them. But everyone’s experiences are different and special to that one person. I am trying to see some common theme and cannot. My own experriences are so very different from others as well. Thank you for sharing. Reporter
When we moved into this house in the spring of 2000,I traded rooms with my niece during the first month. I had a bed that was on a frame about 6 inches off the floor. I remember turning over about 3 am one morning and I saw a male form dressed in A long white tunic with a leather shoulder harness holding a long brass staff. I turned back over then a few minutes later I looked back and the figure was still there. I couldn’t see the face… but I felt safe so I went back to sleep.
About two years ago I lost a friend of thirty some odd years. He and I had been through many life changes together. He always came around when I would come home for a visit. He would visit when he came through town. He died suddenly in a motorcycle accident in May of 2007. Christmas night I dreamed he came by, gave me one of his big bear hugs, told me he loved me and would always love me, then he was gone. I awaken immediately , I could smell his cologne all around me.
The other was a young man I had been involved with off and on through high school and college. He died at age twenty eight. He had been admitted to the hospital on Friday…. Sunday he was dead. His birthday was Christmas Eve, I was awakened by someone sitting beside me on my bed. No one was there and I felt as if I had been hugged and smelled of Aramis his favorite.
I have not seen or felt their presences in the same manner since.
At times when I have been very ill or very stressed I have felt a presence sit down on my bed beside me. I have seen my father, mother, Grandma Aida, Grandpa Ray and Grand ma Dora. I have found that I will usually go back to sleep and sleep very well after their visits. With mom it’s the smell of smoke ( she was a heavy smoker), dad its’ the smell of Halston, Grandpa it’s old spice, Grandma Aida the smell of leather ( she always had her old leather bound Bible), Grandma Dora is the smell of cinnamon & ginger.)
Very interesting. Our ability to smell is the sharpest sense. That the spirits should leave a fragrance for you reminds me of a spirit that is in an old movie theater in my hometown. The spirit is that of a former manager who used to smoke cigars and (you guessed it) many folks have smelled the odor of cigars while hearing footsteps where no one has been seen walking.
It has been found in studies of our senses that smell is the most closely related to memories. And as we use all our senses to attune to the ‘so much more’ it is quite common to understand spirit through the sense of smell.
God bless, J
I feel that the ability to sense spirits is passed down. My Mother had a polgerist living on the top of her wardrobe when she was a kid and it was perfectly happy until you put something up there then it pulled the bedclothes off my Mum and her brother. Then when she was a young woman she moved into an apartment where there was a cold corner to a room, no matter what they did it didn’t get warm so investigating found that an old woman had died all alone in that corner. So they acknowledged her and then all was well. I saw my old neighbour several months after she had passed when I was about 11 years old, we waved to each other as I rode my bike passed her. Also whilst visiting an historical house in UK I saw a clock I had lost but it was not in this life! I would become cold in various old houses and castles too.
I have also been regressed and went to three different lives although there were another few ‘doors’ I could have chosen.
I also feel my Father often even though he passed five years ago – I speak to him and find comfort.
I feel that one has to be open to spirits and then may have experiences but if a person does not believe, he or she will never have the experiences. I wonder how many men have experiences as it seems you only hear about women having them? Yes, acknowledging the spirit will give it relief that it does not have to make its presence known–same thing happend to me with a spirit that was on the 3rd floor of my one house. AFTER acknowledging the spirit, it never seem to return. reporter
A couple of things….all paranormal experiences have one thing in common – a source of the energy that manifests. There is a spirit source to all the happenings.
Men have the same abilities as woman as it is the human senses that are used. They just don’t always want to use that side of their nautre to experience the senses on the psychic.
Its too bad really, because experiencing it in their earth life would help communication from the spirit side.
God bless, J