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Visits from the other side
I almost think I should make this two posts because it is kind of two-parter, but I'm too lazy to do two threads.
I just got finished watching another episode of John Edward, for those of you are not familiar with him, he is a medium who helps people get in touch with those who have 'crossed over', here's his website I usually think these type of people are full of hooey, but he is so right on about things that it is amazing. He answers things that are so specific and there's no way he could know about it ahead of time. I find it pretty fascinating. So for those of you who have seen his show or experienced readings from other mediums...what do you think? Hooey or no hooey? Part two: Has anyone ever experienced a visit from the other side without a medium? Sometimes it can be something so simple that we don't see it, other times it's like a slap upside the head. It's going to sound goofy, but I think my cat Boots visited me when he died. Nobody laugh. I was at college and my cat was living at Mom and Dad's, one night I swore I felt him jump on the bed. I sat up and felt his presence, so much so that I was confused when I looked around and knew I wasn't at home. It didn't make sense in my head. I laid down and went back to sleep. When I got home a couple of weeks later my Dad told me that Boots had died. They didn't tell me before because they knew I had finals, etc. He died right around the time I 'felt' him that night. Coincidence? I believe he was there and that may be all that matters.
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Yes, I have and I don't usually talk about it but, for you, I will. I had a very difficult time when my father passed; I played the stoic which backfired on me and had a major meltdown.
I awoke in the middle of the night maybe three months after his passing. I looked up and saw my father looking at me. Then I looked down as if I was standing where my father was and saw myself covered in a red glow. I was a very peaceful experience and was a very major part of my recuperation. My father still comes to me in dreams but only when I am in a turmoil filled state. He always takes me to a place where I am frightened but lets me know I am safe and he's always right. I guess you can say he's my guardian angel. I miss my Dad a lot. |
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aņejo
Join Date: Oct 2005
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I think some people 'feel' a loved one's presence as part of the coping and healing process. Very similar to Carole...my dad passed away and I didn't go to see him the last couple of months he was alive (I was angry, another story). I was the strong one for mom at the hospital and the funeral and didn't show much emotion. At the cemetary, a warm breeze briefly touched me and it was .... I dunno....mystical. Just a simple act of nature but it helped me cope and made me feel like my dad just hugged me.
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Twice actually, The family dog died (under my bed) when I was a sophmore in high school. and I swear I woke up to her collar jingleing jangling in my room.
And two years ago I woke up the night my beagle girl passed. I believe she was attempting to jump up on the bed! Such a tough night. She had a step stool that she used to get up on the bed and I refused to get rid of it for about a month after her passing. |
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Anyhoo - what happened to me was a two-fer, and there's no way to properly get into the whole situation because it's very hard to explain and very complicated so I can give you the short (for me ) version - which is.........My mom had breast cancer and the way she handled her sickness and eventual death was extremely upsetting to me and I was (still am) VERY angry at her (basically because she didn't have to die). The first thing that happened is the night that she passed away. She was in the hospital and for the first night in 10 nights, no one was there with her. I had to go to my best friends wedding that evening and since Evan was only 8 months old, had to come home and be with him. I had left instructions with the hospital staff to call me if ANYTHING happened, or if her condition changed. The phone never rang and I even called in at about midnight, they said there was no change so I went to bed. At 2 am - I woke up. Not sure why, Evan wasn't crying, Chris was sleeping, I just woke up because I felt "weird". I tried and go back to sleep but I couldn't. At 5 am, Evan woke up crying. This was something he NEVER did, he NEVER woke up at night. I tried to let him cry it out a bit but he was really upset about something. I went and got him and brought him into our room and put him in bed with us. At 5:30 am, the phone rang - it was the hospital telling me that my mom passed away - at 5 am, which was exactly the time that Evan woke up crying. Come to find out, she slipped into a coma at 2 am, which is when I woke up. My first question is why didn't you call me, I ASKED them to call me. No one could answer that though. It took some time to realize this but since my mom didn't even want to face her own death and wouldn't even talk about it AT ALL, she sure as heck didn't want anyone there when she died. The second part is after she was gone about 6 months, 6 months of me being horribly angry at her - one night I woke up, sat up in bed and I saw her sitting on the bench at the end of the bed. At first I thought I was dreaming, that she wasn't really there and I was going crazy. But she said my name and then "I know you're mad but if you don't let it go, it's going to kill you" and so on and so forth. It was pretty brief but she wanted me to stop being mad. And I of course, being the ever disobiedent daughter, tried to fight it out with her! Chris woke up and asked me who I was talking to and that's how I know I wasn't dreaming, that I WAS concious and she HAD been sitting there and we were having a conversation. I have NEVER talked in my sleep, and what happened was real as real can be, I know it was. It has never happened to me again either. Before all this happened, I can't say that I would have believed in any thing like this. But if it happens to you and you KNOW it's real, you can't help but believe. |
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aņejo
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Once when I was an older teenager, I was crossing the street -- yes, I looked both ways, and it was clear. As I almost reached the other side of the street, I felt myself physically restrained from walking further. I looked up, and a car was barreling down the road, and would have run right into me if I hadn't been stopped. Quite freaky -- but comforting to think someone was/is there looking out for me!
I quite often have the "little voice" kind of wanrings a lot of us had. My husband, Don Gregorio, is visited by his Dad in dreams. A couple of years ago, when Greg had what he thought was a case of hemmorhoids, his Dad came to him in a dream -- this was the first time he ever appeared to Greg -- and said it's not hemmorhoids, you go see a doctor. It turns out that it was rectal cancer, which, if Greg had waited for the "normal" screening timeframe for such a thing (Age 50), he would have been dead. |
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I agree, but, for example, there is something about my grandfather that I would think is not very common. If someone were to 'guess' that...I'd believe. Maybe it would be my mind playing a trick on me, but it's something that I don't think could be guessed at easily.
I'm not tellin you, cause that would give it away.:p Quote:
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aņejo
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I don't know about all this. I will tell you guys that I still have a best friend that I see every couple of months. (we have been friends since brownies). Another friend of ours was murdered and raped in Dallas, she said she has seen her sit on the side of her bed and tell her everything was okay. (end note, the guy that killed and raped her was executed a couple of years back, so there is justice. especially, since he was involved with 3 other attacks on women)
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