Craftypatches
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Thankyou jward
UNEX Tales of People Crossing Over - Evidence of Our Friends/Family in the After Life
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I could tell gobs of stories, but I just don't have it in me tonight. Many, many people look to the ceiling and seem to be carrying on conversations with people I can't see. My dad did the same, telling my brother-in-law he needed to go see his family upstairs. I'll tell 2 short stories.
When my beloved brother was dying (cancer), he and my SIL spoke of what was beyond. she asked him if there was any way to let her know he was OK, for him to rub her neck. He passed and contrary to his wishes, there was a large funeral. DB was southern thru-and-thru, and the pianist was playing as only as true Southern gospel pianist can. The piano quit. No explanation at all - just would not make a noise.
The Sunday after his funeral, my SIL asked the pianist to play the hymn again. While she was playing it, my SIL felt someone rubbing her neck. It was my neice (who had never done this, but said she just felt like she had to all of a sudden). DB and SIL had not discussed their conversation to anyone before that.
Now, the other one....
I've been a nurse since Florence played poker. When I was in my 20s, I had a horribly nasty patient with renal failure. He yelled, cursed the staff, threatened to hit us, etc, etc. This man's son was a preacher and witnessed to him. The man lost it - yelled at his son to never come back, that he disowned him. That night, I came on to work the 11=7 shift. At about 3 am, I heard screaming from his room. I ran down the hall and entered his room. The room was exceptionally dark and HOT. There was an odd smell, like stinky sulpherous water. The man was sitting straight up in bed with wide eyes and sweating. He begged me, "Don't let them take me!! Please! Make them go! Don't let them take me!!"
I turned on all the lights in the room, and it began to cool slightly. The facility where I was working had round the clock chaplains, so I called for one. The chaplain was still there when I left at 7 am. The next night, he was a completely different person. He smiled when I came to his room, apologized for his past behaviors, and told me that his son had led him to Christ that very day. He died several days later, but peacefully.
I have seen people go easy, and I've seen them go hard. Destination makes all the difference.
When my beloved brother was dying (cancer), he and my SIL spoke of what was beyond. she asked him if there was any way to let her know he was OK, for him to rub her neck. He passed and contrary to his wishes, there was a large funeral. DB was southern thru-and-thru, and the pianist was playing as only as true Southern gospel pianist can. The piano quit. No explanation at all - just would not make a noise.
The Sunday after his funeral, my SIL asked the pianist to play the hymn again. While she was playing it, my SIL felt someone rubbing her neck. It was my neice (who had never done this, but said she just felt like she had to all of a sudden). DB and SIL had not discussed their conversation to anyone before that.
Now, the other one....
I've been a nurse since Florence played poker. When I was in my 20s, I had a horribly nasty patient with renal failure. He yelled, cursed the staff, threatened to hit us, etc, etc. This man's son was a preacher and witnessed to him. The man lost it - yelled at his son to never come back, that he disowned him. That night, I came on to work the 11=7 shift. At about 3 am, I heard screaming from his room. I ran down the hall and entered his room. The room was exceptionally dark and HOT. There was an odd smell, like stinky sulpherous water. The man was sitting straight up in bed with wide eyes and sweating. He begged me, "Don't let them take me!! Please! Make them go! Don't let them take me!!"
I turned on all the lights in the room, and it began to cool slightly. The facility where I was working had round the clock chaplains, so I called for one. The chaplain was still there when I left at 7 am. The next night, he was a completely different person. He smiled when I came to his room, apologized for his past behaviors, and told me that his son had led him to Christ that very day. He died several days later, but peacefully.
I have seen people go easy, and I've seen them go hard. Destination makes all the difference.
Craftypatches
Veteran Member
I will tell you of several experiences. My husband died of lung cancer and he was afraid of dying. He went into the hospital which the cancer dr said he should have some more tests which he agreed to do. They put him in a room for the dying. I wouldn’t have known this but I worked in the hospital and after we checked him in, one of the registrars that I knew came up and put her arms around me and sAid she was so sorr and crying for me. Shortly upon being in the room a dr came in and my husband was in a lot of pain. The dr says we will fix that for you and came back and gave him a shot which obviously put him into a medically induced coma as he never came true again. I was with him and my son was standing at the foot of the bed. I noticed my husband was sweating more and more. I guess his body had to work hard before he died. Our daughter left the room with her little girl to get a drink. They say dying people would rather die without people being around, is what I’ve heard. Anyway I was holding his hand and trying to cool him down with holding a fan in my other hand. After she left he opened his eyes and looked upward the best he could although his eyes weren’t longer in sync. He saw something with the one eye that focused and it seemed he recognized someone. For some reason I knew this was it. I believe his spirit chose to leave before he died because I watched his body slowly quit breathing and shut down.
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Craftypatches
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My Grandfather died when I was 3 yrs o,d but My parents said that he always wore his pocket watch. The moment he died my parents said his pocket watch stopped right then.
In his book, Appointments with Heaven Dr. Reggie Anderson relates his experiences of smelling lilacs in the rooms of dying patients on some occasions. I recall that when my dad died in 1986, in January, I smelled the scent of lilacs in his room. I wondered where anyone found lilacs in January, and was so intrigued that I went looking for them, but Dad's room was the only place I noticed it. Dr. Anderson's book was the answer to my confusion.
Around 1973, I can no longer recall the precise date, my wife had a miscarriage early in her pregnancy. In an age where abortions are celebrated, it's no big deal to many people. But we very much desired a family, and I experienced a lot of grief over that loss. It was a few years later that I had a dream of our little girl, she was standing in a well-manicured lawn, and looked much like her mother. And then I was back at my workplace, and the co-workers were celebrating with me over the new child (although in the dream she looked to be two or three, which would have been about the age she would have been when I dreamed of her). When I awoke from the dream, and realized that it was a dream, I cried. It was so real.
Several years later, I mentioned that dream to a dear friend, and he replied that in his opinion I was being shown that she was waiting for us in heaven. Actually, we have more people waiting there than we have friends here. And that is a very comforting thought.
Around 1973, I can no longer recall the precise date, my wife had a miscarriage early in her pregnancy. In an age where abortions are celebrated, it's no big deal to many people. But we very much desired a family, and I experienced a lot of grief over that loss. It was a few years later that I had a dream of our little girl, she was standing in a well-manicured lawn, and looked much like her mother. And then I was back at my workplace, and the co-workers were celebrating with me over the new child (although in the dream she looked to be two or three, which would have been about the age she would have been when I dreamed of her). When I awoke from the dream, and realized that it was a dream, I cried. It was so real.
Several years later, I mentioned that dream to a dear friend, and he replied that in his opinion I was being shown that she was waiting for us in heaven. Actually, we have more people waiting there than we have friends here. And that is a very comforting thought.
Raggedyman
Res ipsa loquitur
I lost my mother on a Thursday – 10.15.20. on the morning of 10.17 at 4:20AM, she came back to visit me. I was sound asleep lying on my left side - then I was suddenly wide awake. it wasn't the typical slow "time to wake up" - it was "BOOM" eyes open, I'm awake. My first thought was of her and that she wasn't here any longer. I glanced at the clock – it was 4:20AM. I thought to her - "you've been gone 36 hrs mom".
IMMEDIATELY at the end of that simple thought, the fire alarm in the bedroom sounded the 3 very loud tones for FIRE – beep! beep! beep! Then the fire alarm in the hallway outside the bedroom sounded the 3 tones for FIRE – beep! beep! beep! Its important to understand these tones were NOT the single "chirp" tone indicating a low battery - but the 3 consecutive very loud tones indicating FIRE. I jumped up and turned on the lights and began to check the house for a fire. I looked around carefully - eventually realizing there was no smoke and there was no fire. Immediately I considered what had happened. I also realized that Raggedyann – who wakes up at sound of a bird loosing a feather when it hits the ground – was still sound asleep. That despite the screeching alarm tones, lights on in the bedroom and hallway just outside the door - and my returning and telling her what had just transpired. although she responded with a mumble at the time and she did recall the next morning that I had gotten up and turned on the lights, she had no recollection of those six consecutive screeching alarm tones - one series of three tones from each alarm.
Once again later on the morning of 10.17, my mother "passed by". I had just bought a lightly used Massey Ferguson 461 tractor the day before, and a neighbor was interested in purchasing my older Kubota. It was 10AM and we were walking up to the barn. I was telling him that I'd just had the four wheel drive overhauled; replaced the ring and pinion gears, front wheel bearings and hub seals. the hours on the meter were discussed. I told him the only "problem" I knew the Kubota had was the headlights didn't work – they hadn't worked since shortly after I bought the tractor in '99, that I had Kubota of Asheville look at the lights when I had hub seals replaced in '07 – that the lights worked for 3 weeks or so - but hadn't worked since.
I got up on the tractor, started it and lifted the bucket so I could drive it out of the barn for him. the headlights were ON. I could see them reflecting off the back of the bucket. I touched the switch and they went off. I fiddled with that switch a good 3-5 minutes trying to get the lights to come back on. THEY WOULD NOT.
Since the morning of 10.17 the fire alarms have remained silent, and the Kubota's headlights have remained "off" . . . thanks for passing by mom; don't you worry about us back here - we'll be along soon enough.
IMMEDIATELY at the end of that simple thought, the fire alarm in the bedroom sounded the 3 very loud tones for FIRE – beep! beep! beep! Then the fire alarm in the hallway outside the bedroom sounded the 3 tones for FIRE – beep! beep! beep! Its important to understand these tones were NOT the single "chirp" tone indicating a low battery - but the 3 consecutive very loud tones indicating FIRE. I jumped up and turned on the lights and began to check the house for a fire. I looked around carefully - eventually realizing there was no smoke and there was no fire. Immediately I considered what had happened. I also realized that Raggedyann – who wakes up at sound of a bird loosing a feather when it hits the ground – was still sound asleep. That despite the screeching alarm tones, lights on in the bedroom and hallway just outside the door - and my returning and telling her what had just transpired. although she responded with a mumble at the time and she did recall the next morning that I had gotten up and turned on the lights, she had no recollection of those six consecutive screeching alarm tones - one series of three tones from each alarm.
Once again later on the morning of 10.17, my mother "passed by". I had just bought a lightly used Massey Ferguson 461 tractor the day before, and a neighbor was interested in purchasing my older Kubota. It was 10AM and we were walking up to the barn. I was telling him that I'd just had the four wheel drive overhauled; replaced the ring and pinion gears, front wheel bearings and hub seals. the hours on the meter were discussed. I told him the only "problem" I knew the Kubota had was the headlights didn't work – they hadn't worked since shortly after I bought the tractor in '99, that I had Kubota of Asheville look at the lights when I had hub seals replaced in '07 – that the lights worked for 3 weeks or so - but hadn't worked since.
I got up on the tractor, started it and lifted the bucket so I could drive it out of the barn for him. the headlights were ON. I could see them reflecting off the back of the bucket. I touched the switch and they went off. I fiddled with that switch a good 3-5 minutes trying to get the lights to come back on. THEY WOULD NOT.
Since the morning of 10.17 the fire alarms have remained silent, and the Kubota's headlights have remained "off" . . . thanks for passing by mom; don't you worry about us back here - we'll be along soon enough.
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SAR01
Social ButterFly
Awe.. sorry for your lose, RM but we both (all) know she is not really gone!
so many times I wanted to find this thread and add and add and add....
so many of us have had PROOF life goes on after the body ceases.
so many do not believe our pets survive, also, I wish to sound off about there is NO DOUBT at all that they infact do!..
many times after having to decide that the time to help a beloved pet cross the rainbow bridge had come, I would be visited by them as if they came back to comfort my heart, (I hate making that descision!, is it too soon, is it passed time..?) once I acknowledged I saw them called their earthly name, told them how much I loved them, I usually did not see them again. and there would be peaice in my heart.
BUT.......
there have been a few, that were so deeply embedded into my being, I still can not speak of them with out tears and a crushing pain of loss......
these are the ones I wish to share.
My Quinn... I called her my mightly Quinn... was not a cat... she could not possibly be a cat... she was a little old lady in a cat suit. I could write all day on her and the antics and the love we shared. and the last 4 yrs when the vets could not figure out what was happening, I allowed her (ONLY her) in the bed room. we had a nightly ritual, I;d do the bathroom stuff, brush my teeth ect... and crawl into bed with her sitting on the bookcase at the end of the bed.... I put it there so she could look out the window during the day. once I was settled in, she'd come up my body scoot under the covers, turn around so she could face me and sleep there till I;d get up.
the day she passed.... she woke me frantic.... I got up and she had sprayed blood everywhere.... as if her whole body turn to water she passed very quickly.
there was no warning, no preparation... and I was left with her blood splattered everywhere. Dan took her and I put myself in "clean the mess mode".... but eventually I absolutely fell apart and collasped from heart ache.
2days later, I had just settled in the bed and I felt the familar jump onto me, walk up my body and the covers actually lifted, as I felt her go down and turn to face me....I was FULLY awake and said QUINN I love you so much but you can go now.... in my heart she said, I will meet you later......and I have not felt that pressure on my bed but once more ..the night Dan died....she knew I needed comfort.
so many times I wanted to find this thread and add and add and add....
so many of us have had PROOF life goes on after the body ceases.
so many do not believe our pets survive, also, I wish to sound off about there is NO DOUBT at all that they infact do!..
many times after having to decide that the time to help a beloved pet cross the rainbow bridge had come, I would be visited by them as if they came back to comfort my heart, (I hate making that descision!, is it too soon, is it passed time..?) once I acknowledged I saw them called their earthly name, told them how much I loved them, I usually did not see them again. and there would be peaice in my heart.
BUT.......
there have been a few, that were so deeply embedded into my being, I still can not speak of them with out tears and a crushing pain of loss......
these are the ones I wish to share.
My Quinn... I called her my mightly Quinn... was not a cat... she could not possibly be a cat... she was a little old lady in a cat suit. I could write all day on her and the antics and the love we shared. and the last 4 yrs when the vets could not figure out what was happening, I allowed her (ONLY her) in the bed room. we had a nightly ritual, I;d do the bathroom stuff, brush my teeth ect... and crawl into bed with her sitting on the bookcase at the end of the bed.... I put it there so she could look out the window during the day. once I was settled in, she'd come up my body scoot under the covers, turn around so she could face me and sleep there till I;d get up.
the day she passed.... she woke me frantic.... I got up and she had sprayed blood everywhere.... as if her whole body turn to water she passed very quickly.
there was no warning, no preparation... and I was left with her blood splattered everywhere. Dan took her and I put myself in "clean the mess mode".... but eventually I absolutely fell apart and collasped from heart ache.
2days later, I had just settled in the bed and I felt the familar jump onto me, walk up my body and the covers actually lifted, as I felt her go down and turn to face me....I was FULLY awake and said QUINN I love you so much but you can go now.... in my heart she said, I will meet you later......and I have not felt that pressure on my bed but once more ..the night Dan died....she knew I needed comfort.
SAR01
Social ButterFly
I beleive I shared this before... but 3 days before Dan passed, I was in the kitchen at the breakfast bar getting his meds ready... I SAW 3 little kittens walk THROUGH the dining room windows (that were closed, it was Jan 3) and they had their tails up over their backs as cats will do when they are happy.... I watched them enter the room where his hospital bed was.. I was thinking to myself WOW! I just saw spirit kittens... but here is the point I want to make... Dottie, (now passed, also) was sitting infront of the fireplace in the kitchen, and SHE was watching them parade by! so I saw them, and Dottie saw them!
SAR01
Social ButterFly
when Dan first passed, I do not think he crossed all the way.. not sure what I mean by that ..but he was there and picked his verse and the prayer cards at the funeral place.
he called my name almost in a scream, again I wrote of it here, he was teasing me as he did so often when he was here.
he brought Rick into my life... and when I have doubts he comes to me.. still.
he just came about a week ago, and laid beside me in bed and held my hand... I told him I just want to not have to deal with anything else but me, I am not sure I want things like this. (some personal things I don;t need to share...) but as he squeezed my hand he said to me, "but I am not there, and he is!"
I said I don;t want to get up cause your hands are so warm and they calm me, he smiled and said, "don't worry, I'll be back and I am never far away."
now I will share I can not be sad and CALL Dan.... although I have asked him to please come get a kitty that will be passing) I just feel our loved ones are allowed to come at certain times and not for very long.
for those that have had NDE.s I know you are not afraid to pass. my heart hurts for those that fear passing or what is on the other side. and I feel so blessed with the gifts I have been given from childhood, to see, discern, hear, and have been given insights to what a lot of folks just haven;t been able to see....yet.
he called my name almost in a scream, again I wrote of it here, he was teasing me as he did so often when he was here.
he brought Rick into my life... and when I have doubts he comes to me.. still.
he just came about a week ago, and laid beside me in bed and held my hand... I told him I just want to not have to deal with anything else but me, I am not sure I want things like this. (some personal things I don;t need to share...) but as he squeezed my hand he said to me, "but I am not there, and he is!"
I said I don;t want to get up cause your hands are so warm and they calm me, he smiled and said, "don't worry, I'll be back and I am never far away."
now I will share I can not be sad and CALL Dan.... although I have asked him to please come get a kitty that will be passing) I just feel our loved ones are allowed to come at certain times and not for very long.
for those that have had NDE.s I know you are not afraid to pass. my heart hurts for those that fear passing or what is on the other side. and I feel so blessed with the gifts I have been given from childhood, to see, discern, hear, and have been given insights to what a lot of folks just haven;t been able to see....yet.
Raggedyman
Res ipsa loquitur
Sue
thank you so very much for posting here . . . of all the people on this board - as an outcome of our very much earlier conversations during the timr I was dealing with the loss of my sister Denise - you are the one I had hoped would chime in and add ALL that you cared to share with us. not only to this thread which is Chance's and relegated to people - but to the "pets only" thread here: UNEX - Tales from the rainbow bridge – evidence of our pets in the afterlife
I know its difficult sometimes to write about these things - they are so incredibly personal. I myself have much more to add to the "pets" thread . . . since we lost Moses back on 10.2.19 he's returned several times. I am also certain that Bear, our recent adoption is here orchestrated by Mosie and my FIL - who I am certain has Moses until he can return to us over there.
one more thing. not only did I promise Chance the owner of this thread that I would write up and post about Moses and Bear but I have also promised Seeker22 I would do so. much more importantly - we need to realize how much BOTH of those threads mean to the broken hearted right here on this board.
so I hope you will write what you care to share here and also over there on the "pets side" too . . . and I hope that others will see this and do the same.
be blessed
d
thank you so very much for posting here . . . of all the people on this board - as an outcome of our very much earlier conversations during the timr I was dealing with the loss of my sister Denise - you are the one I had hoped would chime in and add ALL that you cared to share with us. not only to this thread which is Chance's and relegated to people - but to the "pets only" thread here: UNEX - Tales from the rainbow bridge – evidence of our pets in the afterlife
I know its difficult sometimes to write about these things - they are so incredibly personal. I myself have much more to add to the "pets" thread . . . since we lost Moses back on 10.2.19 he's returned several times. I am also certain that Bear, our recent adoption is here orchestrated by Mosie and my FIL - who I am certain has Moses until he can return to us over there.
one more thing. not only did I promise Chance the owner of this thread that I would write up and post about Moses and Bear but I have also promised Seeker22 I would do so. much more importantly - we need to realize how much BOTH of those threads mean to the broken hearted right here on this board.
so I hope you will write what you care to share here and also over there on the "pets side" too . . . and I hope that others will see this and do the same.
be blessed
d
oops
Veteran Member
Gran called that type of thing a "token"...always forewarned of hearing about a death...never knew it to be wrong...
Raggedyman
Res ipsa loquitur
something "similar" . . . my EX wife Debbie lost her mother when she was 16 . . . her mother was 38 or 39 - was lost to a brain stem bleed. the kids were allowed to see their mother before she passed. as she lay there unresponsive they said goodbye. Debbie told me that a single tear fell from the corner of her left eye. her mother passed a few hrs later. there was a large mirror that hung on the wall at the top of the stairs. the morning after she passed that mirror was found on the floor leaning against the wall. it had not fallen - it would have broken. rather it was removed from the wall and carefully set leaning against the wall on the floor.
Walrus Whisperer
Hope in chains...
My mothers passing:
Long time ago, I lived in Golden, CO. My folks lived out south of Pueblo. My mother was in hospice, my dad took care of her most of the time. Her time was getting close. I got the call one morning at work, she was comotose. Warned work I wasn't going to be there the next few days, left around 6:30+ or -. I could almost drive that trip with my eyes closed, I'd driven it so many times before. Full moon that nite, it was slightly west so I saw it the whole trip.
Got to just before Colorado Springs, several places with curves and traffic get ons and get offs. Theres a large curve to the west & then south again there. Suddenly, I'm seeing in full surround vision, I see behind, in front and all around me. I see an enormous black semi tractor trailer that seems to be in every direction. It was so real, I almost swerved off the road. It went away, leaving me shocked & wondering WTH THAT was.
Continued on, got to the hospice and everyone was there. My brother, the fool, was trying to make her breathe better by pushing on her chest, it was apparent she was almost there. I thought she was going to be gone with the full moon, supposed to be at 9:10. She did.
Long time ago, I lived in Golden, CO. My folks lived out south of Pueblo. My mother was in hospice, my dad took care of her most of the time. Her time was getting close. I got the call one morning at work, she was comotose. Warned work I wasn't going to be there the next few days, left around 6:30+ or -. I could almost drive that trip with my eyes closed, I'd driven it so many times before. Full moon that nite, it was slightly west so I saw it the whole trip.
Got to just before Colorado Springs, several places with curves and traffic get ons and get offs. Theres a large curve to the west & then south again there. Suddenly, I'm seeing in full surround vision, I see behind, in front and all around me. I see an enormous black semi tractor trailer that seems to be in every direction. It was so real, I almost swerved off the road. It went away, leaving me shocked & wondering WTH THAT was.
Continued on, got to the hospice and everyone was there. My brother, the fool, was trying to make her breathe better by pushing on her chest, it was apparent she was almost there. I thought she was going to be gone with the full moon, supposed to be at 9:10. She did.
SAR01
Social ButterFly
RM, I do have so so many things that not just happened to me, but there are something that were mutually seen as the same time I will try to write up, also I will copy the posts I made here about the pets and add more, I just am not finding enough time these days, but now the bad weather is coming so I will have more time to share. I really do want to have the time to write at least 3 books,. one on what I experienced before I was born this time...... one about the fight I had to accept the spiritual gifts the Lord blessed me with, and at least one on my visits to the other side.....
I may or may not write about child abuse (before I was adopted..) but with all the people experiencing it, I just might. I truely feel the abuse was a channel to open me up to God's will because it was the only safe place in my world, I remember being held in HIS arms and Him telling me I had to go back but I was not alone. I don;t speak much about it, but maybe I am more ready now....the scales of other people judging me have fallen away the older I get.
love my TB2 family.
I may or may not write about child abuse (before I was adopted..) but with all the people experiencing it, I just might. I truely feel the abuse was a channel to open me up to God's will because it was the only safe place in my world, I remember being held in HIS arms and Him telling me I had to go back but I was not alone. I don;t speak much about it, but maybe I am more ready now....the scales of other people judging me have fallen away the older I get.
love my TB2 family.
I had something happen one time to me. I had a pneumonia for the 2nd time in 6 weeks, the now ex-wife found me unconscious, called an ambulance, taken to ER, etc. When I woke a few days later, my mother is there and glad to see me and I didn't have a clue how I ended up in the hospital. She's there when the doctor came to check me and told me when I was brought in that I had a 1 in 5 chance of surviving that night so I guess I fairly close to death but I had no idea.
I told him that maybe that explained the weird dreams I was having while I was out and he flat out told me that in my condition that there was no way I was dreaming... don't how they can be sure of that but maybe they can. Anyway mom asks right off what did I dream. Told her it was completely dark around except where I was and someone was there asking me questions about myself and parts of my life, nothing overly probing but more like was I sure of what I knew like who is my wife. Yeah I know it sounds odd. I thought I may have been talking to a doctor that was trying to wake me up but the doctor said I was completely out and no one questioned me. Ok. And after I answered some questions in my state of where ever I was, the question asking person left and I stopped dreaming at that moment until I woke up. If I remember correctly, I was out for 4 days.
The main thing I remember from all of that was I had an overwhelming feeling I was completely safe and had nothing to fear. It was never said, it was just a very strong sense of it that left no doubt in me. After I stirred around for a few days in dawned on me that I wasn't afraid of death any longer and somehow I understood it better. I told this to the doctor when I went back in for a follow up and asked if this was normal, he said that it wasn't normal but he could understand why I felt that way since I experienced it up close. To this day, I still don't think I was ever that close to death no matter what he, my mother and ex-wife said. But something happened and it helped me so I can take that away from the whole experience.
I told him that maybe that explained the weird dreams I was having while I was out and he flat out told me that in my condition that there was no way I was dreaming... don't how they can be sure of that but maybe they can. Anyway mom asks right off what did I dream. Told her it was completely dark around except where I was and someone was there asking me questions about myself and parts of my life, nothing overly probing but more like was I sure of what I knew like who is my wife. Yeah I know it sounds odd. I thought I may have been talking to a doctor that was trying to wake me up but the doctor said I was completely out and no one questioned me. Ok. And after I answered some questions in my state of where ever I was, the question asking person left and I stopped dreaming at that moment until I woke up. If I remember correctly, I was out for 4 days.
The main thing I remember from all of that was I had an overwhelming feeling I was completely safe and had nothing to fear. It was never said, it was just a very strong sense of it that left no doubt in me. After I stirred around for a few days in dawned on me that I wasn't afraid of death any longer and somehow I understood it better. I told this to the doctor when I went back in for a follow up and asked if this was normal, he said that it wasn't normal but he could understand why I felt that way since I experienced it up close. To this day, I still don't think I was ever that close to death no matter what he, my mother and ex-wife said. But something happened and it helped me so I can take that away from the whole experience.
SAR01
Social ButterFly
this was one of those "real" dreams.... you know you are dreaming, but it is more real than anything in this world....I posted this 7 9 2020
yesterday was my birthday.
I wanted to share my visit with Dan
Dan came last night or maybe this morning... Rick has been sleeping downstairs where it is cooler, and I "dreamed??" Dan crawled in beside me, I said I have been missing you... he said you are doing just fine, he is taking care of you....I said but not like you... he is not you... he said but he is there and I am not,.....
then I said OMG what did you do!!??? (Dan had no tattoos and did not believe in them) he had scrolls and spikes like a tattoo neck area and down his shoulders, but it was not done yet... I said what in the world.. !!! he laughed he said I am just keeping myself busy till you get here.... then the phone rang in my dream, I answered it and it was SANDY! my bestest best friend that died.. she said HAPPY BIRTHDAY! you didn;t think I;d forget!
I said you two always know when I am needing a lift and an adjustment! I love you both.. they said and we love you!
I was so feeling the love, beyond what we get here.....then I woke up!
but was happy cause it stayed with me all day!
yesterday was my birthday.
I wanted to share my visit with Dan
Dan came last night or maybe this morning... Rick has been sleeping downstairs where it is cooler, and I "dreamed??" Dan crawled in beside me, I said I have been missing you... he said you are doing just fine, he is taking care of you....I said but not like you... he is not you... he said but he is there and I am not,.....
then I said OMG what did you do!!??? (Dan had no tattoos and did not believe in them) he had scrolls and spikes like a tattoo neck area and down his shoulders, but it was not done yet... I said what in the world.. !!! he laughed he said I am just keeping myself busy till you get here.... then the phone rang in my dream, I answered it and it was SANDY! my bestest best friend that died.. she said HAPPY BIRTHDAY! you didn;t think I;d forget!
I said you two always know when I am needing a lift and an adjustment! I love you both.. they said and we love you!
I was so feeling the love, beyond what we get here.....then I woke up!
but was happy cause it stayed with me all day!
Mary Contrary
Inactive
Wow that is so kool. God or Jesus spoke to you. I believe it!!
Mary Contrary
Inactive
I was told that when a "dream" stays with you the whole day that it wasn't really a dream. It really happened for real.
Mary Contrary
Inactive
My father was dying of cancer in the hosp in 1986. He was only 64. I usually went there every day at 6:30, but this one day i was late. I had a very large antique mirror standing on a chest. All of a sudden the back of the mirror fell off to the floor and went BOOM. Two minutes later the hosp called to tell me my day had just passed. I believe his spirit came to my house to visit me one last time. I' was very close to him. At times i've had dreams of him. One time he came to visit me during Christmas time and in the dream we ate a meal and sat and watched a movie. It was a long dream and very pleasant.
SAR01
Social ButterFly
Mary, I so believe those "real" dreams where they are in color, and you feel, smell, and carry it all day or even longer truly are visits.
my understanding is we lift our frequency vibration a bit and they lower theirs and we can truly interact for a while, ....in a mid heaven place, but they can not lower their vibration long and we can not stay raised above the earth's natural frequency for very long... but OH! when we are blessed to meet in the middle... what pure joy!
my understanding is we lift our frequency vibration a bit and they lower theirs and we can truly interact for a while, ....in a mid heaven place, but they can not lower their vibration long and we can not stay raised above the earth's natural frequency for very long... but OH! when we are blessed to meet in the middle... what pure joy!
mudlogger
Veteran Member
I always dream a lot...long movies...and in color, but about a year ago I had a dream in black and white.
My mother and her sister were young women, mid-twenties, and were sitting on 2 large rocks, facing each other. The sun was blazing, they were in the desert (which is where they were from), both wearing white starched short sleeved cotton shirts and sun glasses.
I wasn't in the dream, but was just an observer.
My father, who died when I was 11, walked up to them, said something to my mother, and then they all looked at me. Freaked me out, woke me up, still feels real.
My mother and her sister were young women, mid-twenties, and were sitting on 2 large rocks, facing each other. The sun was blazing, they were in the desert (which is where they were from), both wearing white starched short sleeved cotton shirts and sun glasses.
I wasn't in the dream, but was just an observer.
My father, who died when I was 11, walked up to them, said something to my mother, and then they all looked at me. Freaked me out, woke me up, still feels real.
Looks Harmless
Bite Me
Thank you for this thread. Personally, I was in need of it.
Momof5
Senior Member
The day after Christmas in 2018 my boyfriend had a heart attack. A couple days after his funeral I was laying in bed, I was trying to sleep when I heard my door open, then a light hit me in the face and my door shut. I opened my eyes to see a man standing in front of my door. He was in all white and was very bright but grainy looking. It scared me at first because I wasnt expecting a man in my room. He moved closer to my bed and I realized it was Mike. All I could do was look at him in awe. Then he was gone. I'll never forget it. I was completely awake for it.
riddler
Contributing Member
I almost died last year from flesh-eating bacteria (Fournier's Gangrene) that no one can say exactly how I got infected.
DW was out of town and got to the hospital the next day (after the initial surgery to save me). She came in to what she calls "my autopsy" - I was splayed open and hooked to all manner of wound machines. I was in the room next door to where our buddy Marco had lost his battle with colon cancer the week Hurricane Harvey hit. The docs were discussing what the next surgeries were going to be and she got up from her chair against the wall to come see and discuss. She didn't get to talk to Dr. Shaw (the one that saved me) that night. She talked to Marco's widow the next day and got glowing reviews on Dr. Shaw.
DW finally talked to Dr. Shaw a day or two later and thanked him and told him he came highly recommended from Marco's family. Said he got REALLY quiet and asked "how do you know Marco?". She explained and he said "I guess I feel comfortable telling you this, but when you got up out of the chair to come talk to me that night Marco came over and sat in the chair you left for about 5 minutes."
I'm convinced he was my guardian angel that made me get out of the house that night and go to the golf course for a bite to eat - docs told her if I hadn't gone where they put me in an ambulance, she would've come home to find me dead. He was sent to watch over me til she got there (and maybe to take me back with him if it had been my time). It was 2 weeks in an induced coma before they'd tell DW I was 50/50 to make it. My ongoing doc told me later - "I saw you every morning and fully expected every day to come in and hear you didn't make it through the night. I NEVER thought I'd see you walk out of here"
Angels do exist - our friends and family DO cross back when we need them.
DW was out of town and got to the hospital the next day (after the initial surgery to save me). She came in to what she calls "my autopsy" - I was splayed open and hooked to all manner of wound machines. I was in the room next door to where our buddy Marco had lost his battle with colon cancer the week Hurricane Harvey hit. The docs were discussing what the next surgeries were going to be and she got up from her chair against the wall to come see and discuss. She didn't get to talk to Dr. Shaw (the one that saved me) that night. She talked to Marco's widow the next day and got glowing reviews on Dr. Shaw.
DW finally talked to Dr. Shaw a day or two later and thanked him and told him he came highly recommended from Marco's family. Said he got REALLY quiet and asked "how do you know Marco?". She explained and he said "I guess I feel comfortable telling you this, but when you got up out of the chair to come talk to me that night Marco came over and sat in the chair you left for about 5 minutes."
I'm convinced he was my guardian angel that made me get out of the house that night and go to the golf course for a bite to eat - docs told her if I hadn't gone where they put me in an ambulance, she would've come home to find me dead. He was sent to watch over me til she got there (and maybe to take me back with him if it had been my time). It was 2 weeks in an induced coma before they'd tell DW I was 50/50 to make it. My ongoing doc told me later - "I saw you every morning and fully expected every day to come in and hear you didn't make it through the night. I NEVER thought I'd see you walk out of here"
Angels do exist - our friends and family DO cross back when we need them.
Bad Hand
Veteran Member
I had a ring made especially made for her for her birthday after she died a woman Edith couldn't stand offered me a lot of money for the ring and I was needing money right then so I sold it to her. A couple of days later I was in the bathroom and the night light came flying out of the socket, flew clear across the bathroom and hit me on my foot so hard it broke nothing else in the bathroom moved just the night light. I am sure Edith threw it because sometimes she would throw things when she got really mad but never at me. That wasn't all the woman who bought the ring lost it and has never found it, I have always wondered if Edith took it back.
Raggedyman
Res ipsa loquitur
I've been told the very same thing - and - you remember it perfectly - regardless of how how much time has passed
jward
passin' thru
Raggedy man, you, your mother, and all who love her have my prayers still.
Thank you for bringing this thread back up and to our attention. It is always heartwarming to hear testimony that physics is right on the money and energy may change form but never be destroyed. But of course that is so. We've read the book.
I'm particularly touched that you had the same experience of the batteries and electronic devices being commandeered and used to "power" the contact as I did with my grandmother. Coincidentally, it's the anniversary of her passing, and that, along with your sharings, brought her vividly back to me for a few precious moments. We are all channels used to bless and be blessed by one another; tonight I was the joyful recipient of you and your mothers' and if that doesn't "prove" the continuity of life, and love, and our ability to act on our worlds regardless of which side of the veil we're on, I don't know what would.
Thanks again also to everyone who's added to this thread. I look forward to spending some quiet time with you and your loved ones, and am touched and honoured, as always, that you've blessed me with your memories <3
Thank you for bringing this thread back up and to our attention. It is always heartwarming to hear testimony that physics is right on the money and energy may change form but never be destroyed. But of course that is so. We've read the book.
I'm particularly touched that you had the same experience of the batteries and electronic devices being commandeered and used to "power" the contact as I did with my grandmother. Coincidentally, it's the anniversary of her passing, and that, along with your sharings, brought her vividly back to me for a few precious moments. We are all channels used to bless and be blessed by one another; tonight I was the joyful recipient of you and your mothers' and if that doesn't "prove" the continuity of life, and love, and our ability to act on our worlds regardless of which side of the veil we're on, I don't know what would.
Thanks again also to everyone who's added to this thread. I look forward to spending some quiet time with you and your loved ones, and am touched and honoured, as always, that you've blessed me with your memories <3
Raggedyman
Res ipsa loquitur
spoke with my father earlier today. asked him how he was doing since my mother passed last Thursday afternoon. at 93, I wasn't quite certain how he was "processing" it all. he was quite aware that she'd gone on and accepting of it. understood that she was 92 and it was time.
since they were both in the same room I asked him if she'd had any difficulty - did she seem to be struggling or uncomfortable at any time. he told me she'd been calling her mother the day before and earlier on the day she passed. my sister had been able to face time with her a few hours before she passed. she sent me a picture - it was the last one my mother ever took - probably about 3 hrs before she left. I can see that there is a smile on her face. I'm convinced she knew my grandmother had come to see her and take her home.
since they were both in the same room I asked him if she'd had any difficulty - did she seem to be struggling or uncomfortable at any time. he told me she'd been calling her mother the day before and earlier on the day she passed. my sister had been able to face time with her a few hours before she passed. she sent me a picture - it was the last one my mother ever took - probably about 3 hrs before she left. I can see that there is a smile on her face. I'm convinced she knew my grandmother had come to see her and take her home.
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Raggedyman
Res ipsa loquitur
one more thing . . . got a call from my son this morning on his way home from work . . . seems that last night his wife called the firehouse because the fire alarm in the hall outside my grand kids rooms started going off. just THAT fire alarm - the one he'd replaced 8 weeks ago - the one that was daisy chained electrically to all the other fire alarms in the house - the other fire alarms that SHOULD have also gone off, were designed to go off together - but yet DID NOT. . . sound familiar?
I'll close with this . . . my mother loved those kids. they were her only great grandchildren. she'd ask about them constantly. as her memory began to fail - often several times over the course of 4 or 5 minutes. she'd only met her 4 yo great granddaughter Christina Kaye in person twice. she'd never personally met her 2 yo great grandson Vincent Anthony - after her grandfather - other than by face time. she'd have to be reminded that her third great grandchild was due Nov 3 . . . any day now . . . and that was ALWAYS a big surprise to her.
sooo . . . anybody else think she might have passed by last night - maybe with her unborn great-grand - perhaps just to give a tour of the new digs?
I'll close with this . . . my mother loved those kids. they were her only great grandchildren. she'd ask about them constantly. as her memory began to fail - often several times over the course of 4 or 5 minutes. she'd only met her 4 yo great granddaughter Christina Kaye in person twice. she'd never personally met her 2 yo great grandson Vincent Anthony - after her grandfather - other than by face time. she'd have to be reminded that her third great grandchild was due Nov 3 . . . any day now . . . and that was ALWAYS a big surprise to her.
sooo . . . anybody else think she might have passed by last night - maybe with her unborn great-grand - perhaps just to give a tour of the new digs?
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Raggedyman
Res ipsa loquitur
one of my closest friends recently moved to TN. he shared a recent experience following the death of his aunt that I thought many here would find interesting . . .
"My aunt took the jab and had to be put on a ventilator. she passed the following day. one of her daughter's had predeceased her. the daughter and I were very close. interestingly when the daughter passed several years ago she came to see me. when my aunt passed, I was bed and two bodies came and actually sat on the bed beside me. this was before I knew that my aunt had passed.
I went and got Kathy and asked if she had come in while I was laying there asleep, sat on the bed then got up and sat right back down. she told me no. the following day I got a call from my other cousin and she told me that my aunt had passed early that morning around 2:30 AM.
God is showing us the other side. it’s only a temporary separation. they are waiting for us! all our animals will be there too!"
"My aunt took the jab and had to be put on a ventilator. she passed the following day. one of her daughter's had predeceased her. the daughter and I were very close. interestingly when the daughter passed several years ago she came to see me. when my aunt passed, I was bed and two bodies came and actually sat on the bed beside me. this was before I knew that my aunt had passed.
I went and got Kathy and asked if she had come in while I was laying there asleep, sat on the bed then got up and sat right back down. she told me no. the following day I got a call from my other cousin and she told me that my aunt had passed early that morning around 2:30 AM.
God is showing us the other side. it’s only a temporary separation. they are waiting for us! all our animals will be there too!"
Tom McDowell
BAMN
Yes - the first person report. Ever elusive.
Happened to me March 13, 2021.
I live remote, a tin can down by the river.
Gallbladder blew up, went into shock, resulting in sepsis.
For five days and nights, no water and no food.
Since I live out on the fringes, no one came to investigate my absence from my normal social routines.
The first 24 hours were a horrific. The abdominal pain was a consistent eight on the pain scale, I figure child birth is a nine, god help those with a ten. However no spasms. It was continuous, harsh and immobilizing.
During that period I lapsed in to a fever dream state. At first I wanted to drink water, when I tried - I threw it back up, foamy dry heaves.
Being in shock, and feverish with sepsis, I went on a four day vision quest, an extended fever dream, a departure from the here and now to another form of dimensional consciousness.
Like the good Doctor Suess, the places you'll go, the places I've been.
At the moment, I'm not prepared to go into great detail narrating this great adventure. I can describe this as epic, as it lasted four and part of five days. However for me, time was entirely dilated, seconds were days and days were seconds..
I will recount during day two, I was soaking wet with fever, and the windows had dewed up from my perspiration.
Anyhow on day five; I was summoned from the end of my travels to, "wake up." At that time, I realized things were not good, and with severely reduced cognitive abilities, I drove myself 45 miles to a hospital. There I was admitted and underwent emergency surgery.
Doctors and nurses were a bit freaked out, no food and water for five days, and consumed with sepsis. I was considered a "stoic" patient. I was also considered freakish.
Severely dehydrated and riddled with infection, they began inter-venous hydration, with massive antibiotics, measured in grams. During that time and up to anesthesia for the surgery, I was still traveling. I could even switch back and forth between the here and now - to the land beyond the veil.
When I awoke I could no longer control the shifts, the two were shockingly comingled. The proccess to get back to here and now was less attractive than staying where I was.
So after all this elucidation, allow me to a present a point.
I can truly attest, as personal testimony, things are really good here - and even better, way out elsewhere.
Thanks for asking.
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ETA - After reading, I'd like to add a significant personal finding gleaned from this event. It's this: Any fears you may have do not really matter. In the grand scheme of things, most of the things you might find important, not so much.
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Chance
Veteran Member
Wow, Tom. Glad you made it through that medical crisis! Hope you are very much recovered now.
It must have been a bit difficult thinking back on that experience to write what you did here. That was a very recent experience too - not having to recall your story from years ago.
I can not even begin to imagine what you went through. And being alone like that.
I am intrigued by the part where you were 'summonded to wake up'...if that had not happened you surely would not be here now.
To be able to drive yourself 45 miles to a hospital after being so horribly ill for days was a miracle. Don't know how you could have done that on your own.
Appreciate you adding your story to this thread and passing on your personal findings at the end. I'm sure after an experience like that one sees more clearly what's important in life and what's 'not so much'.
It must have been a bit difficult thinking back on that experience to write what you did here. That was a very recent experience too - not having to recall your story from years ago.
I can not even begin to imagine what you went through. And being alone like that.
I am intrigued by the part where you were 'summonded to wake up'...if that had not happened you surely would not be here now.
To be able to drive yourself 45 miles to a hospital after being so horribly ill for days was a miracle. Don't know how you could have done that on your own.
Appreciate you adding your story to this thread and passing on your personal findings at the end. I'm sure after an experience like that one sees more clearly what's important in life and what's 'not so much'.
marsh
On TB every waking moment
When I was 11, I caught the German measles (Rubella.) As a complication, I developed encephalitis and dropped into a coma for a week. During that time, I remember that I was with my Grandfather on an island. (He had passed a a few years earlier.) At this point in my life, I don't remember much else, but when I awakened, I was dehydrated, tied to the bed with an IV and felt the coma experience was a very happy one.
The post coma EEG was "normal," but you can be the judge of that.
The post coma EEG was "normal," but you can be the judge of that.
SurvivalRing
Rich Fleetwood - Founder - author/coder/podcaster
A great thread, and in my life I’ve witnessed similar events. I’ll share a few bits of family info, then the odd things that occurred, and finally my own personal research regarding NDEs, afterlife, and beliefs in this area and how I came to them.
I lost my dad to prostate cancer on 1/3/2000. We weren’t close…hadn’t been for ten years or so. I didn’t even go to his funeral. I was living in Alabama, and dad was with his high school crush, having left my mom five years earlier, after being diagnosed with cancer. I did fly out to see him 6 weeks before he passed, where he was living in Blanco, Texas, and I was hoping for some kind of closure…but it never happened.
We had a few chats while I was there, and it hurt my heart that dad had treated my mom the way he did.
In May of 2008, dearest Annie and I helped move our daughter to Nashville, and we took my oldest grandson with us, from Wyoming to Nashville, Nashville to Birmingham (where Annie’s mom and stepdad lived), and from Birmingham to Dallas, to visit my mom, and introduce grandson Hudsin to her. This was the only time mom saw any of her great grandchildren.
From there we headed back to Wyoming, having a near disaster with an F5 tornado that hit Windsor, Colorado as we were coming up from the Texas panhandle, and instead of suffering from that nightmare, we took Highway 287 from Ft. Collins to Laramie, Wyoming, after passing thru several inches of hail, a remnant of the anticyclonic and massive storm cell that then rotated into Laramie, knocking out most of the power after sunset, with a tornadic storm hitting Laramie from the east.
We made it home safely, but seven weeks later, Annie’s mom passed away in her sleep, completely unexpected. A year later, my mom passed away from double pneumonia after digestive surgery. Before she died, my sister called and told us that it wasn’t looking good, and daughter and I flew down there ASAP.
We arrived on a Thursday, and I stayed in the hospital room with her. We had to fly back the following Monday, and by the time we made it back home, mom had died. We made plans to drive down with daughter and oldest son later that week, and drove 24 hours straight to attend her funeral.
I've mentioned before that my parents lost an older brother to congenital heart defects, when he was only seven months old.
Dad…was taking morphine tabs to deal with the pain from the cancer. Three weeks after my visit, he intentionally ODed on the morphine, evidently because he was tired of so much pain. His breathing slowed down until his heart stopped. His girlfriend freaked out and called an ambulance to come help, and they made it soon enough that they were able to resuscitate him in time. He was dead for about 15 minutes.
I was able to speak to him by phone one more time before he passed, and he said that during that period that he was not breathing, that he saw and felt nothing. No NDE. Of course, dad was agnostic after losing my older brother, and stopped believing in religion…what I’ll share in a bit may shed light on his death.
Regarding Annie and her mom. Both were always very intuitive with spiritual things. A few weeks after we lost dad, Annie swears she saw my dad walking down the massive hallway of the century old house we were living in. He didn’t look into the open doorway into our bedroom…just walked slowly past the door. Daughter claimed to see a black orb pass the doorway later.
In the years preceding dad’s death, I was quite interested in NDE science, Edgar Cayce’s vast library of writings, and Raymond Moody, author of “Life after Life” and severel other books. I also read the books of Dannion Brinkley and Betty Eadie during this time frame. I felt a connection to these ideas and read a huge amount of titles in this genre… I believe because of my older brother, and wanting to connect somehow.
When Annie’s mom died, I wanted to see some closure for Annie. She’d lost her little brother to suicide in the late 80s, and had never felt him near her afterwards. With her mom, she never felt she had an actual conversation with mom, but occasionally felt some comfort from her.
In March 2014, Annie lost her other younger brother to suicide, and this death hit her particularly hard. Like her mom and other brother, she had no conversations, but eventually felt at peace with all of them.
Finally, my mom passed on July 9th, 2009, from complications from gastric repair surgery, only two months after back fusion surgery. I truly wanted to feel some closure with her, and within a few months I found peace within my heart for her. As I mentioned, she passed away early on a Monday afternoon, as I flew home.
My sister was still at the hospital with mom, and mom’s pastor had arrived soon before she died. Both sis and the pastor saw with their own eyes, a miraculous thing. Mom was on a ventilator, not breathing on her own, when she sat bolt upright, raised her arms to the ceiling, and began talking to her family members who had passed before her. This went on for several minutes before she slowly laid back down, her breathing stopped, and her heart stopped. When I heard this, I truly felt so incredibly happy for her.
Now, I want to share what I’ve come across the past couple of years, that has brought peace and comfort to me, every time I stop and think about my own mortality. Right now, I feel like I will live well into my seventies (at least I hope so!). My dad died at 63, his father at 68, and his younger brother at 52. All three smoked heavily for most of their lives. I never have.
I’ve come across in the last few years, is the work of a filmmaker named Richard Martini, who shares his research on Quora. He’s produced several films, several books, and worked with hundreds of NDE survivors, hypnotherapists, and much more. In the hundreds of articles he’s written, there is consistency, verifiable proof, and duplicatable facts, that point to afterlife and family connections that still go back and forth after death.
I’d highly recommend that if you’re intrigued, looking for answers, and really are open minded about the afterlife and where we all go when we pass, you should spend some time with Richard Martini. He does have two of his films on Amazon Prime. I hope this helps any who seek answers.
I lost my dad to prostate cancer on 1/3/2000. We weren’t close…hadn’t been for ten years or so. I didn’t even go to his funeral. I was living in Alabama, and dad was with his high school crush, having left my mom five years earlier, after being diagnosed with cancer. I did fly out to see him 6 weeks before he passed, where he was living in Blanco, Texas, and I was hoping for some kind of closure…but it never happened.
We had a few chats while I was there, and it hurt my heart that dad had treated my mom the way he did.
In May of 2008, dearest Annie and I helped move our daughter to Nashville, and we took my oldest grandson with us, from Wyoming to Nashville, Nashville to Birmingham (where Annie’s mom and stepdad lived), and from Birmingham to Dallas, to visit my mom, and introduce grandson Hudsin to her. This was the only time mom saw any of her great grandchildren.
From there we headed back to Wyoming, having a near disaster with an F5 tornado that hit Windsor, Colorado as we were coming up from the Texas panhandle, and instead of suffering from that nightmare, we took Highway 287 from Ft. Collins to Laramie, Wyoming, after passing thru several inches of hail, a remnant of the anticyclonic and massive storm cell that then rotated into Laramie, knocking out most of the power after sunset, with a tornadic storm hitting Laramie from the east.
We made it home safely, but seven weeks later, Annie’s mom passed away in her sleep, completely unexpected. A year later, my mom passed away from double pneumonia after digestive surgery. Before she died, my sister called and told us that it wasn’t looking good, and daughter and I flew down there ASAP.
We arrived on a Thursday, and I stayed in the hospital room with her. We had to fly back the following Monday, and by the time we made it back home, mom had died. We made plans to drive down with daughter and oldest son later that week, and drove 24 hours straight to attend her funeral.
I've mentioned before that my parents lost an older brother to congenital heart defects, when he was only seven months old.
Dad…was taking morphine tabs to deal with the pain from the cancer. Three weeks after my visit, he intentionally ODed on the morphine, evidently because he was tired of so much pain. His breathing slowed down until his heart stopped. His girlfriend freaked out and called an ambulance to come help, and they made it soon enough that they were able to resuscitate him in time. He was dead for about 15 minutes.
I was able to speak to him by phone one more time before he passed, and he said that during that period that he was not breathing, that he saw and felt nothing. No NDE. Of course, dad was agnostic after losing my older brother, and stopped believing in religion…what I’ll share in a bit may shed light on his death.
Regarding Annie and her mom. Both were always very intuitive with spiritual things. A few weeks after we lost dad, Annie swears she saw my dad walking down the massive hallway of the century old house we were living in. He didn’t look into the open doorway into our bedroom…just walked slowly past the door. Daughter claimed to see a black orb pass the doorway later.
In the years preceding dad’s death, I was quite interested in NDE science, Edgar Cayce’s vast library of writings, and Raymond Moody, author of “Life after Life” and severel other books. I also read the books of Dannion Brinkley and Betty Eadie during this time frame. I felt a connection to these ideas and read a huge amount of titles in this genre… I believe because of my older brother, and wanting to connect somehow.
When Annie’s mom died, I wanted to see some closure for Annie. She’d lost her little brother to suicide in the late 80s, and had never felt him near her afterwards. With her mom, she never felt she had an actual conversation with mom, but occasionally felt some comfort from her.
In March 2014, Annie lost her other younger brother to suicide, and this death hit her particularly hard. Like her mom and other brother, she had no conversations, but eventually felt at peace with all of them.
Finally, my mom passed on July 9th, 2009, from complications from gastric repair surgery, only two months after back fusion surgery. I truly wanted to feel some closure with her, and within a few months I found peace within my heart for her. As I mentioned, she passed away early on a Monday afternoon, as I flew home.
My sister was still at the hospital with mom, and mom’s pastor had arrived soon before she died. Both sis and the pastor saw with their own eyes, a miraculous thing. Mom was on a ventilator, not breathing on her own, when she sat bolt upright, raised her arms to the ceiling, and began talking to her family members who had passed before her. This went on for several minutes before she slowly laid back down, her breathing stopped, and her heart stopped. When I heard this, I truly felt so incredibly happy for her.
Now, I want to share what I’ve come across the past couple of years, that has brought peace and comfort to me, every time I stop and think about my own mortality. Right now, I feel like I will live well into my seventies (at least I hope so!). My dad died at 63, his father at 68, and his younger brother at 52. All three smoked heavily for most of their lives. I never have.
I’ve come across in the last few years, is the work of a filmmaker named Richard Martini, who shares his research on Quora. He’s produced several films, several books, and worked with hundreds of NDE survivors, hypnotherapists, and much more. In the hundreds of articles he’s written, there is consistency, verifiable proof, and duplicatable facts, that point to afterlife and family connections that still go back and forth after death.
I’d highly recommend that if you’re intrigued, looking for answers, and really are open minded about the afterlife and where we all go when we pass, you should spend some time with Richard Martini. He does have two of his films on Amazon Prime. I hope this helps any who seek answers.
oops
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Chance...my family always called that type of thing a token...n always forewarned of death...saw it range from a lil old lady passing a window that gran saw n described to a t ...including the clothing...to an upper stairs door hit so hard it visibly shook with nothing on the stairway to have hit the door...to a person stepping into the road n grabbing the uncle's horse reins...to a baby appearing in a cabinet window while the cousin was out on a midwife call n on n on...none of the family tried to figger it out or explain it in any way...just took it at face value...
evenso
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This probably doesn't fit the bill for the OP but I wanted to share a curious phenomena I've experienced.
My precious Mom passed away in her sleep on December 12.
10 months later my sister in law Susan passed away on October 10.
2.5 years later my Daddy's heart began to fail and as he joyously entered Heaven, it was November 11. One of my 2 best friends, Mindy, who was visiting him the night before he died, half-jokingly said she was going to be wary of September 9 if he really did pass the next day, November 11.
April 4 my other best friend Donna passed away.
And you guessed it. Mindy passed away September 9th!
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My precious Mom passed away in her sleep on December 12.
10 months later my sister in law Susan passed away on October 10.
2.5 years later my Daddy's heart began to fail and as he joyously entered Heaven, it was November 11. One of my 2 best friends, Mindy, who was visiting him the night before he died, half-jokingly said she was going to be wary of September 9 if he really did pass the next day, November 11.
April 4 my other best friend Donna passed away.
And you guessed it. Mindy passed away September 9th!
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Raggedyman
Res ipsa loquitur
thanks to all who've contributed to this incredible thread. to those who have something similar to share - please DO. these experiences and insights not only help to comfort broken hearts, they provide HOPE and in many cases restore FAITH that's been abandoned.
from the OP:
I have two very close friends with completely different perspectives on the concept of the afterlife. one is a retired bird colonel - warthog pilot. has ZERO belief in the after life - thinks that there's simply "nothing after this but eternal sleep". the other is the fellow who shared the information I related down thread in #112. Do you care to guess which of the two is the happier, more content, more fulfilled, more EXPECTANT of the positives in life?
what we share here on this thread DOES AFFECT others. please share your experiences - they give HOPE and restore FAITH.
from the OP:
I have two very close friends with completely different perspectives on the concept of the afterlife. one is a retired bird colonel - warthog pilot. has ZERO belief in the after life - thinks that there's simply "nothing after this but eternal sleep". the other is the fellow who shared the information I related down thread in #112. Do you care to guess which of the two is the happier, more content, more fulfilled, more EXPECTANT of the positives in life?
what we share here on this thread DOES AFFECT others. please share your experiences - they give HOPE and restore FAITH.
Thanks for resurrecting this thread. Garryowen was one of my favorite posters here and we corresponded a time or two. It is eerie to read this post in light of his passing. Judging by what I knew of the man, I bet he had a great reunion with his daughter.