| Encountering Spirits of Loved Ones
Posted: 9/24/2009 7:27:54 AM | If anyone has had any encounters with the spirits of loved ones who have passed on, either shortly after their passing or even years later, I'd like to hear about your experience. Some believe that the spirit leaves this plane within seconds or minutes after death & makes that infamous tunnel trip before ending up on the other side. I know for a fact that my mother's spirit stuck around for at least three days after her funeral because her spiritual presence was made obvious to my sisters & I on several occasions. I also had an awesome conversation with my father about 20 years after his death. I'll share just one of these experiences for now.
My mother died very suddenly & unexpectedly, a shock to the entire family. Although she had two children, three step-children & many grandchildren, I was the hardest hit by her death as she had spent lots of time with my boys & I, & she & I were very close. I had an extremely hard time holding myself together at her funeral service but was glad my eldest sister, who is 20 years older than I, had flown in from England to stay with me & help me through this crisis.
I had been in the viewing room where Mom lay in her casket several times as family & friends drifted in & out, but just prior to the service I went back in for the final time. Hearing a fairly loud sigh, I turned around to see who had come in but there was noone else in the room. I figured it was my imagination. As I continued crying my heart out to Mom, I saw her chest rise & fall as if she was taking a deep breath & there was no doubt that the peaceful sigh that accompanied that breath came from her.
I'm not particularly fond of being around dead people to begin with & even though this was my mom, I freaked out, bolted back into the sanctuary with my heart racing & told my sisters what happened. Two of my sisters are nurses & I figured they would have a medical explanation for this but they said it was not possible at this stage; the funeral director also confirmed this later. My eldest sister (the wise, spiritual one) felt that it was Mom's spirit trying to comfort me by reassuring me that even though her body was gone, she/her spirit was still very much alive. I didn't realize that in the days to come, we would discover that her spirit was still here with us & more encounters would follow. 
I'd like to know if anyone else has had any visual, aural or sensory encounters with the spirit of a loved one who has passed on & how that experience impacted you or your life.
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Posted: 9/24/2009 8:38:14 AM | I tend to believe I have blocked any awareness to such things because so many close to me has passed on during my lifetime.
I am sure I am surrounded by all loving spirits yet not encountered any. I think of them as my guardian angels. | |
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Posted: 9/24/2009 8:52:37 AM | A lady friend who was widowed some 20 years ago has had two visitations from her husband since his demise.
Each time he appeared at the end of her bed and talked to her, made sure things were going well for her and assured her he was in a good place. She was wide awake both times. My friend is down to earth, not the kind to have a wild imagination and not one to make up stories. I believe her.
This may or may not be relevant: when they first met they felt instant "sparks" and they had a very strong connection most of us would be envious of.
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With his girl friend was at his bedside a buddy of mine died in the Whitehorse hospital, of cancer. She saw a bright light leave his body and circle the room. It circled the room several times. She opened the window and the light flew out the window and vanished. | |
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Posted: 9/24/2009 12:39:54 PM | *deletes* Sorry, I just re-read the question and aside from an incident where I thought my grandfather, who had been dead for a few months, said Hi to me outside the post office in Logan Lake when I was 8, I haven't encountered the spirits of anyone who have passed. No one else in my family, since I have been born, has passed on, other than that one grandfather. His wife is 82 now, and my other grandparents are alive and very healthy (no medical problems at all) in their late 70s.
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As much as my rational, scientific, logical brain doesn't like to admit it, there is a family history on my dad's side of the women having the ability to 'see' things. We're not 100% sure how far back it goes as my grandmother (dad's mother) has a confused family tree but we know for sure she has the ability, one of her daughters (my aunt Tish), myself and my sister. Although my dad, too, has had a few brief experiences with the so-called paranormal. He was reading in bed one night when someone sat on the end of the bed. Only, there was no one there. The mattress, however, sunk, right before his eyes as if there were someone there and he could feel them sitting there.
My mother and sister had an experience late one night. My sister was on the computer in the living room, mom was asleep on the daybed she slept on (she snored before she got her CPAP and kept dad awake) in the living room. Around the corner in the dining room, someone ran their hand up and down the metal venetian blinds. But there was no one else in the house except myself, who was down stairs on the computer in my room. I also heard the noise, but not that loudly due to where I was located. It happened twice, apparently. The second time more quietly. When my sister went to investigate, there were a few blinds that were bend and stuck against the window frame when they hadn't been earlier in the day.
To my logical, reasoning brain it doesn't make sense. You're dead. You can't get up and walk again, you can't converse. Your body is dead and my head has a hard time wrapping around the thought of ghosts and spirits even though deep within me, I'm resisting the beliefs; perhaps on fear of being labeled is one reason.
My first experience, if you wish to call it that, might be a hallucination but I am still undecided. I was about 8 and it was sometime in June or early July, after my mother's dad had passed away in March of that year. My mother and her father were very close, she was his princess, his little girl. When he died, although it wasn't unexpected, it was very hard on my mom and consequently myself as I was close to him as well when I had been younger and he was healthy (he was an alcoholic who fell down the stairs and suffered massive brain injury a few years before his death).
I had gone to get the mail at the post office (we don't have mailmen in Logan Lake) and was coming out when this man walked by me and said "Hi, Laura". My mother was fairly well known in town and it wasn't really uncommon for someone you didn't know to address you. There's still an elderly woman, I believe, in Logan Lake who refers to me as Lamb (because my initials spell it) although I have no idea who she is. Anyway, I looked up and there was my grandfather. Same thick black rimmed glasses, gray hair, and kind smile. He was walking away, toddling off down the square and I turned to hold the door open for someone coming behind me. When I looked back, he was gone. All the little hairs on my body stood on end and there was a feeling of a block of concrete in my stomach. I have no explanation for it; there was no one in Logan Lake who even remotely resembled my grandfather. There was no corridor or alley way for him to go down. He was simply gone.
My second experience happened when I was 9; same year my grandfather died. We were camping in Alberta, in the Rocky Mountains somewhere in July before my birthday, I think although my mind is fuzzy on the exact month/year. It was the summer my grandmother came out to BC after my grandfather's death. So either 1994 or 1995.
We had an RV and over the table at the back was a bunk. That's where my sister and I were sleeping; I slept closest to the edge so she wouldn't roll over and fall out (no chance of that, she wedged herself sideways and damn near forced me out on several occasions, but I digress). I have no idea what time it would have been but for whatever reason, I rolled over and woke up - wide awake, something I never do normally. There, standing by the door, in the near pitch-black of the trailer, was a man.
He was just standing there. He was no one I had ever seen before and his face was slightly obscured; I could see it, but not really. He was wearing a brown, well-worn leather jacket and faded blue jeans with a small hole in one knee. He said nothing. He just watched me. He moved, shifted in place a bit and looked up to the front of the trailer at my sleeping parents, then back to me. Always looking at me.
Being 9, I had no idea what to make of this other than I must be dreaming. But it was real, my body was terrified, my breathing slowed and I fought to remember to inhale. After what seemed like hours, but was most likely mere moments, I rolled over and closed my eyes tight, and begged quietly whatever it was to go away. I fell back asleep shortly after.
My next clear memory of such an event, although I admit there were others that I did not see so much as wake up in the middle of the night and feel which is an incredibly odd feeling if you've never experienced it before, was when I was 14. I was being home schooled and my father decided that we could go on a trip to see my grandparents in Ontario. One night, while sleeping at my dad's parent's house on the living room floor, I woke up and was wide awake. The house was silent. Outside in the camper my uncle, and 2 children slept. Inside, everyone was asleep except me. I was sleeping on my stomach and lifted my head. I had a clear line of sight to the kitchen and the door coming into the house from the foyer.
Leaning against the wall, right beside my grandmother's spice rack, was the man I had seen camping in Alberta. Only, this time he wasn't well. He still wore a well-worn leather jacket (brown) and faded blue jeans but unlike the last time I could clearly see his face - or rather, what was left of it. The right side of his face was missing. No, missing would have been fine. This was mutilated. I could see the white of his skull and the gray, dusty pink of parts of his brain. His skin looked like it had been shredded. And still, he said nothing. He just watched me, shifting every few moments.
While terrified at what I was seeing, the gore of his face, I never got the impression that he wanted to hurt me; neither, however, did he try to comfort me. I rolled over, closed my eyes tightly and went back to sleep thinking I was hallucinating. When my uncle came inside to use the washroom, several hours earlier, I asked him if he had been in earlier, thinking maybe he was standing by the door looking for something when I was hallucinating, but he said no. There had been no one else in the house.
I told my dad this when it was morning, and he of course told his mother who is a very devout Catholic with some Irish mysticism thrown in for good measure. She gave me a glow-in-the-dark rosary and told me if he comes back, to tell him in the name of Christ, to leave. *lol*. He didn't come back that night.
There have been several other instances of such sightings. Usually they are not frightening; one happened when I was 15 and it was two lovers sitting on the window seat in my room, embraced in white clothes, staring at the moon. Another was hearing my name, or feeling a cool breeze touch my neck and a feeling of ease and comfort wash over me.
The man in the brown leather jacket returned, however, on the eve of the Millennium. It was an incredibly rough part of my life and I sat in my room, door locked, candles lit, note written, staring into a mirror trying to will myself to end my suffering. I was dealing with a lot of very hurtful, awful things during that period and ..well it was just a very dark period of my life. My thought was the best solution for everyone was if I were gone.
I was there, sitting with the knife pressed against my wrist, trying to talk myself through the inevitable when the candle flickered and I looked up into the large mirror I was sitting in front of. Behind me, to my left, leaning against my dresser, was the man in brown leather. His head, this time, was intact. A sense of urgency filled every inch of my body and made it burn and his eyes, I could see them this time, clear blue, near white, burned into mine through the reflection. He said nothing, he didn't have to. Everything, every cell in my body felt the message: "Don't!". When you're faced with something you don't expect, while wide awake and not under the influence, your best bet is to obey what it tells you. And I did. I put the knife down and tore up the note, when I looked up, he was gone and the burning sensation all through my body dissipated to a warm glow.
When my mom asked, as she came banging on the door to celebrate the turning of the Millennium, why I was crying, I couldn't tell her. I said I stubbed (although I fluttered and said I stabbed) my toe. I haven't told her to this day that she almost lost me during that historic night. I think it's one of my biggest regrets in life, not celebrating the Millennium with my family in the living room, after mom had made snacks and bought streamers and whatnot. Nor do I think I could ever tell her. She knows how hard I fought through those dark years, but I never want her to know how close I came on several occasions to ending it all.
My next experience was not a pleasant one. My cousin and her son were visiting and I woke up, again wide awake, in the middle of the night and felt the presence. But, it was different. It was heavier. Like a giant hand pushing on you, forcing you down. I turned my head and there, sitting on my over stuffed, cow print bean bag chair, was a girl dressed all in black. I keep a light on in my room at all times, and it was clearly showing her. She had long, long black hair, like I did at the time, and she was sitting with her hands on her knees and her head bowed.
I shifted and she looked up. She had a child's face but there was no peace written across it. A wave of anger and loathing and what I can only describe as evil, washed over me like a giant wave and the room felt like it had suddenly dropped 10 degrees. Her eyes, big and wide, were red. Glowing red.
That's when I started screaming.
My mom came in and I confessed to her this one experienced. She put cardboard boxes on the bean bag chair, which was now empty and had been since I looked up as she opened the door to the room. I went back to sleep as she stroked my hair and slept until morning.
My most profound experience, however, was when I was 15. I had a "nervous break down"; a culmination of everything becoming too much for me to bear. I had moved schools because of the horrendous beatings and vile things done to me in Logan Lake, my boyfriend had accused me of cheating on him with someone I didn't even know in Tennessee, a state I've never been to, and I was having trouble coping with the backlash of 10 years of abuse at the hands of the kids in Logan Lake. It all came to a breaking point when Tyler accused me of cheating and my mom drove me into Kamloops to the hospital where I was admitted to the psychiatric in patient ward.
After being given hospital pajamas in the emergency department, and making the walk across the drive way to the separate psychiatric unit, they wanted to take blood. I hate needles, I fear them. I was over emotional to begin with but I freaked out. Went apeshit. But it had to be done. I remember sitting in the chair, mom sitting in one infront of me and leaning forward to hug me. The nurse applied the rubber band and even though they had placed EMLA cream (topical anesthetic) on my arm over an hour previously, I felt the needle. I didn't feel the pain, but I felt the needle go into my skin. I could feel my blood coming out, leaving me. The moment she switched vials, I was gone.
It was a split second, I was there and then I wasn't. But where I was was ...amazing. All the anguish, all the hurt, all the confusion, all the depression, all the desperation to feel better, all the weariness of life? It was gone. There was absolutely nothing but a sense of utter and complete peace. A peace I haven't found again. It's something so wonderful, so amazing, so unbelievable, it's hard to explain. I was simply.. at peace. And I was standing, barefoot, on warm, white marble tiles in a room with no walls or ceiling. On either side of me, about 2 feet wide and seemingly endlessly long, were two trenches of aquamarine water, marred only by white lines (like you would see in a cartoon indicating the tides or white caps).
I didn't look behind me. I didn't have the need. Ahead of me is where I wanted to be. I took a step. I could feel the marble pulsate and radiate this warm, soothing heat through the soles of my naked feet. Ahead, up ahead, a light. No, that's inaccurate - everywhere there was light. But this.. was a yellow-white, a colour I have never seen since. It was unreal, unEarthly. Attempts to replicate it have turned out badly, and look comical. This was an emanating, all encompassing, warm, healthy, welcoming, beckoning, wonderful colour. That is where I wanted to be.
But I stopped. I stood on the warm tiles and a voice, an androgynous voice in a tone calm and comforting said, and I will never forget these words for as long as I live "No. You have to go back. You are needed, my child." I couldn't argue, I didn't want to. Nor was there time, if time existed where I was. Before the reverberations of the voice had stilled in my heart, I was back. My mother, two nurses, and a psychiatrist crowded into the cramped little room, all with worried faces and all around them a rainbow of colours that seemed to be flying at me at light speed. That's the last thing I remember that night. I woke up the next morning in a hospital bed, my arms clutched around the teddy bear I've had for over 10 years (at the time).
They said I passed out and started having a seizure (which is common for people who pass out). They said my heart might have had a brief pause. They also said the whole experience lasted less than 30 seconds. Although for me, the time was at the very most a few minutes, a reprieve from all the anguish clouding my body.
This all goes against my rational, reasoning brain. It's logical to suggest that both my sister and I have had sightings of the "paranormal" (hers have been far more scary than mine ever were; including dismembered hands and body parts crawling across the floor) around the same time. Hers started around age 11, and during difficult transitional times in our lives. Mine started after the death of my grand father and haven't wholly stopped although have diminished in intensity and frequency. Hers started after we uprooted ourselves from Logan Lake and made the move to Kamloops, one that was very difficult for her.
The age at which they started too is logical. During the preadolescent and adolescent years, your brain is going through a massive restructuring process, particularly the frontal lobe. It's like a construction crew, removing old neurotransmitters and patterns and replacing them with new ones that will better suit our adult lives. It's why teens and preteens have such difficult temperaments sometimes; it's because their brains are going through a complete overhaul. It's logical to assume that you would hallucinate on account of this increased brain activity.
That all makes sense to me. I can rationalize it away.
But I can't tell you why my 78 year old grandmother, with no mental defects, no Alzheimers, no dementia, no signs of being 78 years old (I thought she was in her 60s, to be honest, until just this year), has fights with someone she calls the "devil" at least once a month. Where she wakes up, wide awake from sleep and sees him sitting on her dresser and starts screaming at him while he laughs.
There's no history, in her, of any brain injury. Her mental status exam is normal. She's not on any medications that cause hallucinations. Or any combination that, when mixed with other drugs, cause hallucinations.
I can't reason that. I don't have an explanation for it.
And even if I could, even though I can rationalize and reason away all of my experiences, I know - deep down - they were real. I've had dreams and hallucinations before; these were none of them.
There is something out there, greater than us, and no amount of logical thinking will convince me otherwise.
When I fear death, when I start to have a panic attack at night thinking about how one day I'll be lying in a coffin.. dead, when the tears prick my eyes and make my vision blur, when my breath escapes me in panic, I remember the warm marble and the sense of complete and total peace. There is more to us, more to life, and more to death than we think and as much as my brain wishes to refute it, I know I have been gifted with the chance to experience it and to become aware of something bigger and greater than myself.
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Posted: 9/24/2009 12:58:01 PM | ^^^ Wow, amazing memories to be able to share. I get the sense that you must be in a much better place in your life now, to be able to have the confidence to recount this history to your online friends. I'm impressed at your bravery  | |
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Posted: 9/24/2009 1:00:12 PM |
Sorry for the long post.
stenoslave ^^^
Gosh, don't apologize for taking the time to share a deeply personal and very fascinating and well-written story.
Thank you!
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Thanks for putting the story back in.
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Posted: 9/24/2009 1:04:05 PM | That was a very open and honest post that you wrote before deletion Steno, thank you for sharing.... There was one time not long ago I was wanting to make an open comment to you in a thread, but now it's too late and a missed moment that I wish I had stated before this thread...
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Posted: 9/24/2009 1:40:52 PM | Visual, aural or sensory encounters is as normal to me as breathing.
I don't recall a time in my life when I didn't encounter spirits, angels, guides....
Many of our loved ones move to a higher plane, one which is above our 3D existence, to act as our guides.
When I travel to sacred forests , rivers, gardens I may encounter 100s of souls, who continue to pick berries, fish, dance, etc. in the hopes they will encounter a loved. They are happy to see me and wish that I would tell their friends and family where to find them.
Their presence brings me such joy and peace that I can't help but tell their loved ones the location where they will find their ancestors.
Yes, they do appear after death, and ask me to give their loved ones a message or help with the grieving process.
More often than not they just want friends and family to know they are at peace. | |
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Posted: 9/24/2009 2:42:15 PM | Yes Stenoslave...thank you for trusting us and sharing such remarkable and personal experiences! I feel blessed.
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Posted: 9/24/2009 3:38:37 PM | My mom loved my grandma (her mother) very very dearly. She took care of grandma for many years before she passed away. Mom would tell me several times (at least once every 2 years or so) that she "had a little visit with grandma last night" She said it felt like a "real" visit and felt like she had been hugged.
Mom said she never felt like she was awake at the time, but on the other hand did not feel she was asleep either. She always felt happy after her visit, it was like Grandma telling mom that she was ok.
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Posted: 9/24/2009 4:10:30 PM | Sometimes this hawt guy appears in my dreams....... pisses me off when i realize it was yet another fantasy  | |
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Posted: 9/24/2009 10:20:34 PM | Well a few things have happened, but I'm going to write ,not of what happened tome, but of what happened to my nephew and my cousin, with my very special aunt that passed away.
B ackground: An aunt of mine was dying of cancer and she said she wanted to live long enough to see the child my sister was prgnant with at that time. She tried so hard to live but she didn't make it.
The first thing that happened was my nephew was born pre-maturely, almost a month, on that aunt's birthday!
A few years later, when he had learned to speak a bit, he pointed at a picture in a family album and said to my sister "mommy, it's her!" My sister said it was the first time he had seen the picture of my aunt. She was surprised and asked him what he meant. He said "It's the lady who comes and visits me at night."
So to this day it makes me shiver and my sister as well. My aunt wanted so badly to see this child and I think somehow she let all of us know she did get to see him.
This same aunt told her daughter that when she passed, if she came back it would likely be her that she would be able to communicate with best.
After she passed my cousin had a dream of her. In the dream she told my cousin to go to the flea market and buy the ouija board from the grey haired lady. My cousin didn't go for a few years and then she went to one. She decided to look of an ouija board. She went to every stall and couldn't find one. Finally at the last stall there was a young girl there and she asked her if she had an ouija board for sale. The young girl called to another woman behind the backdrop and asked. Out came a grey haired lady with an ouija board to sell to my cousin. Probably just coincidence since there are plenty of grey haired women in the world, but it was enough to freak my cousin out. To this day she won't touch that board. | |
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Posted: 9/25/2009 12:00:03 AM | stenoslave: I reiterate what others have said in thanking you for being so open with such personal experiences & am also glad you left your post in. You seem to have had many spirits appear to you in human form, yet you still don't know who they were. Most often, they are family members from generations gone by whom we didn't even know but come to be with us at certain times in our lives as invisible angels. I'm glad you have that warm, marble floor that you can go back to whenever you need to be uplifted.
FizzyFish:Glad your cousin won't touch the ouija board 'cause they can be dangerous to those who don't know what they're doing. Nuff said.
A week or so after my Mom's funeral, my son who is my mom's first grandchild & always held a special place in her heart, 16 years old at the time, came running into the living room & stood in front of my sister & I all soapy, dripping wet, shivering & naked, holding his hands in front of his crotch. He said he was in the shower when a light appeared on the tile in front of him & began growing bigger & brighter. Then a face started appearing where the light was & he said it was his grandma's face (my mom) smiling at him. I reassured him that he needn't be afraid if he were to see her again as she had been a good person who loved him very much & that he should just talk to her normally. He was so shaken by it that he insisted that I sit in the bathroom with him for his next few showers.
A year later my well-used minivan bit the dust so I bought Mom's car from her estate. I always felt her presence in the car & it brought me comfort because I was still not over losing her. Shortly after, a new neighbour moved in next door to me. I thought she was a little quirky 'cause she would often say "Hello" to me twice as I walked by her. About two years later, my neighbour & I had gotten to know each other a little better over casual neighbourly chat. One day she asked if I was curious as to why she always said "Hello" to me twice. She went on to say that the first hello was for me & the second hello was for the lady who always walked right behind me. Huh? She explained that whenever I walked from my car to my front door, an older lady with a slight limp walked right behind me. After she described this 'lady', I said "That's my mom but she died a few years ago". She said "Yes, I know this lady is not alive. I see things sometimes & I wanted to tell you about this a long time ago but I didn't know if you would understand or think I was crazy". Wow!
Just wanted to touch on communication between spirits & pets. I believe that animals are often aware of things well before & more so than humans because they don't doubt their instincts; they trust & follow them. There were a couple of incidents after my Mom's death involving her pet c0ckatiel. He was Mom's little baby & she had taught him to speak over a dozen phrases, after which he rarely spoke 'bird'. Whenever company came over, he would 'dance' around his cage waiting to be let out & go through his répertoire of phrases loudly & excitedly.
The day Mom died, my sisters & I went to her house to remove the perishables from her fridge & I was appointed the best one to adopt her c0ckatiel. As we packed up the food, the bird sat quietly in one spot & softly repeated "Mummy going bye bye" for the three hours we were there. My mom always said goodbye to him whenever she was leaving to go out but he had never repeated only one phrase before. We figured that Mom's spirit must have visited him & told him she wasn't coming home. When I brought him home that night, I put him in his fave spot next to the aquarium because he loved talking to the fish whenever Mom brought him along with her on visits. He was quite the chatterbox. Now, he sat quietly in his cage, didn't eat or utter a word for days & refused to come out to ride on our shoulders or play on top of his cage. My boys, my sisters & I tried everything to bring back the bird we knew but couldn't.
Three days after we buried Mom's ashes next to Dad's, I was downstairs working & alone in the house when I heard the bird getting all excited upstairs. He was spewing out all the phrases my Mom had taught him. Knowing that he only broke into excitable outbursts when someone approached his cage, my first thought was that someone had broken into the house. But he was also making lots of kissing sounds which he only did when we put our faces right up to his beak. I started to head up the stairs but stopped because I had a strong sense that my Mom was in the house chatting with her beloved bird & I didn't want to interrupt their special time. I sat on the stairs & waited about 5 minutes until the bird stopped talking & I sensed that Mom had left before I went up to check on him.
When I went upstairs, he was busy eating but rushed over to give me kisses through the bars of his cage & started yakking at me. From that moment on, after 6 days of not eating & not uttering a single sound, that bird of hers was back to his noisy & rambunctious antics. He also began calling me "Mummy" whenever he saw me & using phrases my Mom had taught him like "Mummy come here kiss kiss", "Mummy going shopping? Bye bye see you later" & many more. I truly believe that Mom told him that day that this was his new home & I was his new mummy & somehow healed his grieving spirit.
Thanks to everyone for sharing their stories & gifts. I look forward to hearing from others about their encounters & welcome any experiences involving your pets as well.
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Posted: 9/25/2009 5:52:01 AM | MY mother has been dead for just over 2 years. She was an avid "bird watcher". She loved birds and always had bird feeders and books on the birds that are native to the West Coast.
I want to qualify. I do not "believe" in much that can be considered the "spirit" world, but I am not closed minded and never say never.
A very odd thing happened a day or two after my mother passed. I was in my computer room which looks out into my backyard and I happened to look out the window and right in front of my porch standing in the yard was a Blue Heron. It was looking directly at me (granted,I am quite the sight early in the morning...)
It stayed there for a few minutes, before taking off. The really odd thing is I have NEVER seen a blue heron anywhere near where I live, let alone in my yard. I have no water or anything a Heron might require and I do not live close to any natural habitat for that bird.
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Posted: 9/25/2009 6:33:43 PM | I had a dream last night
there was a huge round table and all the deities of all the people in the world were sitting there, really all of them
and there were all the prophets and saints even Mohamed and Jesus too...they were serving drinks
the gods were playing a board game, pepelopomy.... each had a hallucinogenic potion to sprinkle onto the board..... | |
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| Encountering Spirits of Loved Ones
Posted: 9/25/2009 8:35:54 PM | Stenoslave, you are one courageous lady -- not just to tell your story here, but to have survived it and be the person you are today.
Re the topic at hand, I and the members of my family have had numerous gentle encounters with non-embodied entities. For example, my stepdad was a chain smoker, and for years he shows up in the form of an overpowering cigarette smell spontaneously appearing in a small area (wherever I happened to be in the house). No one has smoked in the house since we moved there about 8 years ago. When he visits, I just say hi and tell him my mother is downstairs. She phones me a little while later to say Ralph dropped by (again, the cigarette odour). We just greet him, and say it's nice of him to remember us, and a few seconds to half a minute later, the powerful smell simply disappears (poof!), so we know he's gone again.
Footsteps, etc. are a frequent occurrence, and occasionally a few spoken words, always sounding very kind. One time lately, I burped rather loudly (I was alone, after all), and about a second later, I heard an equally loud burp, but not an echo. We seem to have always had one or more residents we couldn't see, wherever we moved, so I'm guessing it or they have an attachment to this family.
Aside from occasionally teasing my then teenage stepkids and their friends, they've been very well behaved. To tease, they would do things like have a tug-of-war with the door to the bedroom the kids were all in. The youths would pull together and manage to open it a few inches, and whoever was on the other side would pull it back closed. After a few more such efforts, whoever was on the other side would release the door, and it would pop open and the kids would go flying backwards. Admittedly, the kids were totally freaked out about that door thing, especially since it had happened several times to them individually, but this time, as a group, it really upset them. So I told whoever our 'other' tenant(s) are that they were frightening the kids, and to please stop doing so. After that, the teasing stopped. As I say, quite well-behaved, so we have no objection to their visiting or living wherever we are. | |
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