UNEX Tales of People Crossing Over - Evidence of Our Friends/Family in the After Life

[pinkelsteinsmom]

My FIL was diagnosed with lung cancer. He opted for no treatment. A year later he died.

He was in the hospital for over two weeks in a drug induced coma. His daughter and granddaughter rotated days and nights staying in his room with him. He 'came to' only one time early on when his son walked in to the room - coming in from out of town and hadn't seen his dad in a few months. They said my FIL woke up and smiled at him (how did he know his son was in the room? as no one had spoke at that point - my SIL told me this). Then back into a coma - nothing more until moments before he died.

His granddaughter was there when he suddenly set up in bed and said "Can't you see the pretty angels?" and then fell back dead.

My SIL told me about this after he passed.

This happened with my Grandfather. My Grandfather was a red headed Scotsman who loved the Lord with all his heart. Reared 3 son's who became Pentecostal preachers.

He was dying with hardening of the arteries, this was 1954. In the hospital my Granny was sitting with him, he too was in a coma, had not opened his eye's or spoke for days. My granny said all of sudden he sat up in bed, eye's bright and exclaimed, "Look Momma, there's Jesus". He fell back onto the bed and was gone.

 

[Raggedyman]

I have a similar experience to share:

I had a cousin Ed - who passed in October of 2010 from pancreatic cancer. several of us were there at his hospital beside keeping vigil with his wife Connie. in the early afternoon of the day he passed he'd become very anxious. he began to tell Connie that he "just wanted to go home now". suddenly he looked up to the ceiling and very loudly proclaimed " I SEE A BLUE SKY!" a very few seconds after that he loudly proclaimed "I SEE JESUS!" at which point he passed.

Ed had been legally blind for 25 years. Connie had led him by the hand everywhere he'd gone for as long as I can remember. although Ed was raised catholic by his parents who had brought him here from Italy at the end of WWII, I do not recall that Ed had a particularly strong faith, none the less he was welcomed home by JESUS.

 

[Raggedyman]

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.

thanks for reminding us of Garry hoss. we've lost a great many of our TB2K family recently. today is the 14'th anniversary of my FIL's departure for our real home.

FIL was a crusty old WO4, ret 26 yrs, army. Korea and two tours in Vietnam - the 173'rd. I didn't know him before he got right with the LORD but I heard he was pretty ruff around the edges . . . a hard drinker; brawling carousing and occasionally cruel. when I came into the picture, he was the kind of man we'd like to think we'll grow to be one day.

he and I were big buddies. I dreamed of him three times over about 8 months just after he passed. in every dream he got younger. the last time I dreamed of him he was wearing a pair of blue jeans with the cuffs rolled up and a white tee shirt. I didn't recognize him in the dream. I was certain that I knew this person but I couldn't place him. a few days later I was cleaning out the inbox on my desk. there was a big brown envelope at the very bottom of it. inside were a bunch of pictures we'd had for his funeral. one of those pictures was of him leaning against the front fender of an ancient ford - late 30's - and he was wearing blue jeans with cuffs and a white tee shirt. it had been taken when he was home on leave before he went to Korea - it was then that I realized it was Bob that I'd dreamed of . . .

Love and miss you Bob; we're still on watch down here Chief, so I'll see you later down the line . . .

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[mudlogger]

My mother died of Alzheimer's in 09. We were not close at all, and my family had moved from VA to my hometown in Texas to take care of her. It was a disaster.

Anyway, about a month after her death, I was soaking in the tub, praying, thinking, dozing, and I had a vision of her looking down at us, and knowing how awful the months with her had been for us, and she was just wailing in agony, that she had been the cause. Then

a man's hand reached from behind her and wiped her tears.

It was very comforting to me.

 

[Texican]

Nearly 50 years ago, I was talking to a family friend, Hal, about the afterlife and he related what he had experienced in talking to one of his friends who I will call Bob.

Hal liked to party and was a little rough around the edges, but still a good man.

Hal related to me that he had gone to see Bob in the hospital after Bob had heart surgery. Bob was a hell raiser and never backed down from a fight and walked on the other side of the line and was a criminal and lead a criminal's life. Hal said that Bob looked at him when he walked into Bob's hospital room and Bob started telling Hal what he had gone through and Bob turned ashen.

Bob told Hal that he died on the operating table and looked down on his body as the doctors worked on him and then he went to a place that was so vile that he could not describe it and meet a man that looked at him and told Bob that it was not yet his time and if he did not change his way of life he would be back and he would suffer beyond his wildest imagination. Bob looked at Hal and told Hal that he then returned to his body. Bob told Hal that he was changing this life and had started reading the Bible and had asked Jesus to help save him for he did not want to go back to that place.

Hal said that Bob changed his life and moved away from the DFW so he would not be influenced by the evil that he grew up and lived in.

Hal spoke in a very quiet and somber tone when he told me this. Hal was not one to speak quietly or somberly. I remember this today as if only happened yesterday.

There is a Heaven and a Hell.

Salvation if free for the asking.

Texican....

 

[Betty_Rose]

In September 2018, I died from a medical mistake. I was taken to heaven, talked with the Angels, and was told that if I agree to go back to earth I’d be healed.

At the time of my death, I suffered from inconsolable grief and I also had stage two cancer.

After my return, the grief was gone, almost as though it never existed. The cancer had also disappeared. The doctor said my flesh was so pink and pretty and perfect that she couldn’t believe I ever had had cancer.

 

[SAR01]

I listen to Jeff and his guests usually every night on you tube. this one is about a nurse that died

View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AwJsgFBx1ec

 

[mikeabn]

I don't know if this exactly qualifies but some years ago I had, shall we say, a frank exchange of views with a girlfriend. That night I had a dream of my mother who, like all good Italian mothers, was brandishing a wooden spoon. "Just remember something!" she said in the dream, "I'm right upstairs and I can hear every word you say!"

 

[Raggedyman]

my mother who, like all good Italian mothers, was brandishing a wooden spoon.

ahhh YUP!!!! AND they damn sure knew how to use it too

 

[Chance]

Glad to see this thread 'surface' again and more people add to it.

I did not add this story previously - it's not one of the 'good' ones, but fits in.

Jack Gilbert Graham - Wikipedia

en.wikipedia.org

John Graham was executed by asphyxiation in Colorado in 1955 for the murder of his mother. He put dynamite sticks in her suitcase, put her on a plane and the plane blew up shortly after leaving DIA, November 1, 1955. Killing all 44 on board United Airlines flight 629.

My mom reminded me of a story told by our family minister who retold this story two or three times over the years concerning Graham. I heard this minister retell it years after it happened.

Our minister felt compelled to leave New Mexico and go to Colorado to try and meet with this man, John Graham, after he was convicted and sentenced to death. This mass murder shocked the country. And Graham was swiftly convicted. Graham refused to see our minister and the other ministers that visited those on death row.

When the execution was scheduled on January 11, 1957, our minister was in attendance. He said that moments BEFORE the gas was released, John Graham was looking down at his feet and then started screaming the most blood curdling screams he had ever heard. Like 'he saw something terrifying'.

It was obvious this had affected our minister for many years afterwards. He said, "I believe this man saw the fires of Hell."

(edited to add what my brother remembered also)

I noted in many of the stories in this thread that people saw and/or heard things BEFORE they died. Like their mortal eyes and ears changed to immortal to be able to see/hear beyond this world - beyond 'the veil'. Yet, they were still cognizant of 'here'. Like in two dimensions/worlds.

These people were being changed before they died. Death was imminent - no turning back. The 'change' was occurring. I know the mortal bodies are left behind - so this is a spiritual change - but 'physical' also. They verbalized what they saw/heard. Don't really have the right words to describe this. Definitely, supernatural.

 

[Tennessee gal]

My maternal grandmother died in 1960. She had a sister who lost a son when he was in his twenties and she didn’t know if he was a Christian. My grandmother was a godly woman. When she was in the hospital dying she looked up and saw her nephew. That brought great comfort to her sister.

 

[PrairieMoon]

I don't know if this exactly qualifies but some years ago I had, shall we say, a frank exchange of views with a girlfriend. That night I had a dream of my mother who, like all good Italian mothers, was brandishing a wooden spoon. "Just remember something!" she said in the dream, "I'm right upstairs and I can hear every word you say!"

My mom passed almost 10 years ago. No conversations or visits but once she was chewing me out in a dream. Pretty sure I deserved it.

 

[mikeabn]

ahhh YUP!!!! AND they damn sure knew how to use it too

Should be outlawed by international treaties.

 

[Sacajawea]

You sure? I think that wooden spoon needs to wielded more often.

 

[Craftypatches]

My Grandfather passed when I was three but I was told he always wore his pocket watch. The moment he died his pocket watch stopped working.

 

[Bad Hand]

Shortly after Edith died I had sold some of her jewelry to a woman Edith couldn't stand. One item was an Elk tooth set in silver that I had made for her by a local jeweler. The next night I was in the bathroom when the night light flew out of the wall socket, it flew across the bathroom and hit me in the foot so hard it broke. The next day the woman lost the ring she had bought and she never did find it. I think Edith took it back.

One other thing that happened was there was a Great Horned Owl perched on one of the tipi poles. This was in January in a blizzard. It was an omen that someone in our house was going to die. One year later almost to the day Edith was diagnosed with lung cancer and given 10 weeks to live.

 

[mikeabn]

You sure? I think that wooden spoon needs to wielded more often.

I was thinking more like Dad's belt. Rarely used but most effective.

 

[Kim99]

My grandpa passed away on Christmas Day 1998. By then my grandma had been suffering from Alzheimer’s for a few years and didn’t appear to recognize any of us. She also was reduced to just babbling incoherently. About 2 weeks after my grandpa passed, my mom was in the kitchen and could hear my grandma in the bedroom speaking gibberish. Suddenly she got quiet and then my mom heard, clear as day, “No, Dewey, I’m not going with you. I’m not ready yet.” My mom went into the bedroom and asked, “Mom, were you talking to Dad?” My grandma just nodded. My mom asked, “Where is he?” My grandma pointed to a corner of the ceiling. My mom didn’t see anything. About 3 weeks later my grandma also passed. I guess Grandpa had talked her into it!

 

[Catnip]

Very nice idea Chance. Sometimes it is easier to write about these things than to speak of them.

Some folks here may recall I lost my daughter back in 2005. She was a month shy of her 19th birthday.
Because of the fact that she was an organ donor, and I was convinced that she was not "brain dead" I was haunted beyond words after she passed. Feeling guilty that I hadn't been able to do anything to help her. ( I was so broke at the time, I had to borrow gas money to get to the hospital she was at.)
About 6 months after she passed, I had a dream. This is the only dream I have ever had of my daughter.
I met her in a beautiful forest. There are no words to describe the beauty of this place, or the feeling of peace.
She came up to me and put her arm around my waist, and as we walked together she said, "Don't be sad, I'm happy here."
We came to the edge of a valley, and below we could see small children and animals playing together.
Across the other side, was a gorgeous gleaming marble temple.
I knew I could not go there, and I couldn't stay.
When I woke up, the haunted feeling was gone, and although I remained sad and still miss her, there was a feeling of indescribable peace.

About a year ago I recounted this to a woman I worked with who had also lost her child. Her husband and son both committed suicide.
She also had a very comforting dream where her son came to her and gave her a message.
She was also left with a feeling of peace after that dream.
I believe that God in His mercy allows these occasional visits to encourage us on our journey.

And to prove that life continues after the body dies and that the soul is the everlasting life God promised.

 

[Catnip]

My grandpa passed away on Christmas Day 1998. By then my grandma had been suffering from Alzheimer’s for a few years and didn’t appear to recognize any of us. She also was reduced to just babbling incoherently. About 2 weeks after my grandpa passed, my mom was in the kitchen and could hear my grandma in the bedroom speaking gibberish. Suddenly she got quiet and then my mom heard, clear as day, “No, Dewey, I’m not going with you. I’m not ready yet.” My mom went into the bedroom and asked, “Mom, were you talking to Dad?” My grandma just nodded. My mom asked, “Where is he?” My grandma pointed to a corner of the ceiling. My mom didn’t see anything. About 3 weeks later my grandma also passed. I guess Grandpa had talked her into it!

If you're with someone who is dying, watch them (if they are conscious) as they always look up into a corner of a ceiling. They are being prepped on how to exit the body once their heart stops. Proof that we do not die alone.

 

[33dInd]

When my dad died in 03we had him in the hospital bed in the front room
Drifting in and out for a couple days
He was passed out the night he died
All of us with him
His eyes popped open and he looked up in the corner and said
Hello katie
Hello Georgia
I’m ready
And he was gone
Georgia was great grand ma and she passed in 59
Katie was grandma and she passed in 90
I believe they came for him
His face was peaceful
He smiled at them and was gone

 

[stormie]

I posted this last week in the Corkboard forum. Raggedyman asked that i re-post it here hoping it may add to these beautiful confirmations of transitions that we've witnessed.

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My little sister was diagnosed with metastatic breast cancer last spring. It had already spread to her bones by the time it was diagnosed. She passed away last Sunday.

She was an amazing woman with a strong faith and relationship with Jesus our Lord. There is so much I could share about the events, struggles, pain and heartache she had gone through trying to get treatment and healing during the last 7 months. But that is not what my post is about.

I want to tell you about her last moments on this earth. She entered hospice 2 weeks ago to receive pallative care to control her pain and help with her difficulty in breathing. She felt so much relief that she even considered possibly going back home. That was not to be, because we couldn't find the nurse home care that her level of need required.

On Friday she started the last of her final decline. Being her older sister I refused to leave her and spent the night with her there in her room. Her 2 adult kids didn't have the fortitude to watch her struggle. It saddened me that they were not with her to the end. I was with her. There was no way I would leave her! The last moments of her presence on this earth is what I want to share.

I was alone in there sitting by her side holding her hand to my heart praying and watching her struggle. Some very dear friends arrived and they began to pray over her and read scripture. I was so thankful to them for being there.

In her hospice room was a double door that opened to a patio that overlooked a beautiful pond with a large water fountain in the middle. It was so peaceful to step out there every so often during those days of her stay.

So about one minute before her last breath a miracle happened. The door to the patio opened up all the way by itself. There was no draft, no wind, no human touched it. All.of us in the room looked at the open door and at each other in amazement. The sun was low.in the sky and shined on her face. One of the ladies later said the room was glowing. I didnt notice that as I was only watching my dear sister. With in a few seconds or so of the door opening she was gone.

All of us in the room realized that this was a very spiritual moment. As those beautiful friends were praying her into heaven we know that God took her home through that door that opened to the peaceful pond. We knew that He could have taken her through the ceiling, but He gave us a sign to show and comfort us at her passing. It was the hardest thing I've ever done to watch my sister go, but so amazing at the sight of the door opening letting us know she was welcomed home.

One other thing happened about 30 minutes later. A message about a YouTube update came up on her phone. Someone looked at.the phone and the title of the YouTube video said "She is LIVING her dream life." The word living was in all caps. We all know this was another message to us that she is happy, restored new body, and dancing with with Jesus...

 

[Murt]

I will add this about my brother referenced in post #13
We had him cremated and scattered his ashes in one of his favorite places to visit when he went hiking
It was a full day to hike in and the same out
We hiked in and scatted his ashes then we hiked the rest of the way to the bottom and camped
When we were hiking out 2 days later when we neared the end of the hike we looked back into the canyon and there was a big bright rainbow ---which is rare for that area

 

[Deanne]

In Kentucky we have our own Family Cemetery. In it was a giant hemlock that grew next to my 4th great grandfathers grave. After being there for over 100 years half broke off so we had to cut it down. My cousin saved a few pieces of wood for us to have from that old tree. This past weekend at the reunion she brought the box of pieces. I picked out one and didn't thing anything more about it. The next day I got in the truck and the first thing I saw on that piece was a "C" on it. It wasn't on there the day before. Our Family name is Carter.

 

[Walrus Whisperer]

In Kentucky we have our own Family Cemetery. In it was a giant hemlock that grew next to my 4th great grandfathers grave. After being there for over 100 years half broke off so we had to cut it down. My cousin saved a few pieces of wood for us to have from that old tree. This past weekend at the reunion she brought the box of pieces. I picked out one and didn't thing anything more about it. The next day I got in the truck and the first thing I saw on that piece was a "C" on it. It wasn't on there the day before. Our Family name is Carter. View attachment 294133

Do you all see the cat sitting on top of the round C?

 

[Raggedyman]

I posted this last week in the Corkboard forum. Raggedyman asked that i re-post it here hoping it may add to these beautiful confirmations of transitions that we've witnessed.

_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
My little sister was diagnosed with metastatic breast cancer last spring. It had already spread to her bones by the time it was diagnosed. She passed away last Sunday.

She was an amazing woman with a strong faith and relationship with Jesus our Lord. There is so much I could share about the events, struggles, pain and heartache she had gone through trying to get treatment and healing during the last 7 months. But that is not what my post is about.

I want to tell you about her last moments on this earth. She entered hospice 2 weeks ago to receive pallative care to control her pain and help with her difficulty in breathing. She felt so much relief that she even considered possibly going back home. That was not to be, because we couldn't find the nurse home care that her level of need required.

On Friday she started the last of her final decline. Being her older sister I refused to leave her and spent the night with her there in her room. Her 2 adult kids didn't have the fortitude to watch her struggle. It saddened me that they were not with her to the end. I was with her. There was no way I would leave her! The last moments of her presence on this earth is what I want to share.

I was alone in there sitting by her side holding her hand to my heart praying and watching her struggle. Some very dear friends arrived and they began to pray over her and read scripture. I was so thankful to them for being there.

In her hospice room was a double door that opened to a patio that overlooked a beautiful pond with a large water fountain in the middle. It was so peaceful to step out there every so often during those days of her stay.

So about one minute before her last breath a miracle happened. The door to the patio opened up all the way by itself. There was no draft, no wind, no human touched it. All.of us in the room looked at the open door and at each other in amazement. The sun was low.in the sky and shined on her face. One of the ladies later said the room was glowing. I didnt notice that as I was only watching my dear sister. With in a few seconds or so of the door opening she was gone.

All of us in the room realized that this was a very spiritual moment. As those beautiful friends were praying her into heaven we know that God took her home through that door that opened to the peaceful pond. We knew that He could have taken her through the ceiling, but He gave us a sign to show and comfort us at her passing. It was the hardest thing I've ever done to watch my sister go, but so amazing at the sight of the door opening letting us know she was welcomed home.

One other thing happened about 30 minutes later. A message about a YouTube update came up on her phone. Someone looked at.the phone and the title of the YouTube video said "She is LIVING her dream life." The word living was in all caps. We all know this was another message to us that she is happy, restored new body, and dancing with with Jesus...

Stormie -
I want to thank you very much for sharing this incredible event with us . . . I'd missed it when you initially posted it here, so just now seeing it as I am coming over to share a visit from my mother . . .

yesterday I was thinking about using some lamb that I have in the freezer to make a big pot of tomato sauce. every once in awhile my mother would do that. she's been gone just over a year now. so as I was thinking this and remembering and missing her - IMMEDIATELY- and I mean I N S T A N T L Y the words and melody from the Dianna Ross song "Some Day We'll Be Together" popped into my mind. this is a song I have neither heard OR THOUGHT OF for a very long time. as soon as it occurred I knew she'd sent that to me.

I am blessed to have a very finely tuned "antenna". my mother and my grand mother were similarly gifted as is my daughter. here's an example of what I'm talking about when I say "finely tuned antenna":

UNEX - Tales of People Crossing Over - Evidence of Our Friends/Family in the After Life

I've also noticed that as of the recent past 10-14 days I'm having an unusually high frequency of dreams involving people and pets who are no longer on this side . . . in many instances I've neither though about these people and pets nor have I dreamed about them for quite some time. even more interesting, in several cases when I had dreamed of them, I knew they were "present" in the dream but they'd remained "unseen" . I am now seeing them.

as an example - I lost my father on1.3.21 . . . I'd had dreams where I knew he was "there and present" but I wasn't seeing him. the impression at those time was that he was "watching". several nights ago I dreamed I was driving and I became aware that he was in the back seat, passenger side. he was 93 when he passed - in the dream he was mid 50's and dressed very nicely in a dark suit. I told him how nice he looked. he'd been giving me advice in the dream - and it was the first time I actually saw him since he'd passed.

 

[psychgirl]

I posted this last week in the Corkboard forum. Raggedyman asked that i re-post it here hoping it may add to these beautiful confirmations of transitions that we've witnessed.

_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
My little sister was diagnosed with metastatic breast cancer last spring. It had already spread to her bones by the time it was diagnosed. She passed away last Sunday.

She was an amazing woman with a strong faith and relationship with Jesus our Lord. There is so much I could share about the events, struggles, pain and heartache she had gone through trying to get treatment and healing during the last 7 months. But that is not what my post is about.

I want to tell you about her last moments on this earth. She entered hospice 2 weeks ago to receive pallative care to control her pain and help with her difficulty in breathing. She felt so much relief that she even considered possibly going back home. That was not to be, because we couldn't find the nurse home care that her level of need required.

On Friday she started the last of her final decline. Being her older sister I refused to leave her and spent the night with her there in her room. Her 2 adult kids didn't have the fortitude to watch her struggle. It saddened me that they were not with her to the end. I was with her. There was no way I would leave her! The last moments of her presence on this earth is what I want to share.

I was alone in there sitting by her side holding her hand to my heart praying and watching her struggle. Some very dear friends arrived and they began to pray over her and read scripture. I was so thankful to them for being there.

In her hospice room was a double door that opened to a patio that overlooked a beautiful pond with a large water fountain in the middle. It was so peaceful to step out there every so often during those days of her stay.

So about one minute before her last breath a miracle happened. The door to the patio opened up all the way by itself. There was no draft, no wind, no human touched it. All.of us in the room looked at the open door and at each other in amazement. The sun was low.in the sky and shined on her face. One of the ladies later said the room was glowing. I didnt notice that as I was only watching my dear sister. With in a few seconds or so of the door opening she was gone.

All of us in the room realized that this was a very spiritual moment. As those beautiful friends were praying her into heaven we know that God took her home through that door that opened to the peaceful pond. We knew that He could have taken her through the ceiling, but He gave us a sign to show and comfort us at her passing. It was the hardest thing I've ever done to watch my sister go, but so amazing at the sight of the door opening letting us know she was welcomed home.

One other thing happened about 30 minutes later. A message about a YouTube update came up on her phone. Someone looked at.the phone and the title of the YouTube video said "She is LIVING her dream life." The word living was in all caps. We all know this was another message to us that she is happy, restored new body, and dancing with with Jesus...

I’m very moved by your post. Amazing.
Thank you for sharing , my condolences for your loss.

 

[Raggedyman]

In 2002 had an interesting dream visit from my deceased grandfather on my mothers side - Cesare. it requires a bit of background "set up" in order to appreciate the impactful nature of the encounter. so here goes . . .

in early 2002 I got my tech HAM radio license - and my first FCC sequentially issued, computer generated call sign. my grandfather Cesare had been a HAM radio operator and was first licensed in 1962. I was 12 at the time and spent many many hours at his side in the "shack" - what we HAM's call the area where our radio gear is kept. I can remember being absolutely fascinated by the fact that he could talk with someone on the other side of the world. Then we’d go over to the map on the wall and look for the country or the state and town we'd just visited by radio. I learned a tremendous amount from Cesare. to this day I can easily look around, see and appreciate a great many examples of his profound influence in my life.

Cesare had several unique habits. one of them in particular was sitting in an old antique chair - mission style and made of quarter sawn oak. he'd slide forward in the chair slightly, lean a bit to the left, sort of straighten and stretch his legs a bit and "wag" his feet back and forth. he also allowed himself ONE king Edward cigar every day. typically he would fire up that cigar in the shack when he got on the radio in the evenings. he also had a very unique call sign and a very unique way of using it when he "called CQ". my sister Denise and I used to play HAM radio as kids, and I would always duplicate calling CQ exactly like he did. Cesare hoped I would pick up his hobby someday and eventually I did.

Cesare passed very quietly on New Years Eve, 1990 at the age of 89. Until the last few years, he remained very active in the hobby. Although any significant interest I had in Ham Radio had long been replaced by other, more pressing issues, it was always there, lingering, just below the surface.

In late 2001, I had problems with a generator at the house. The repair service sent a fellow out to look things over, who just happened to be a Ham. It was through that chance meeting that I found out about the vanity call program - a program that allowed a relative or friend to trade their FCC sequentially issued and computer generated call for the call sign of a deceased relative or friend. that was all it took to get me interested again. I wanted Cesare's call sign and through the vanity call program - I applied for it and got it as soon as I possibly could.

about 6 months after I got my entry level license I took and passed the test for the general license which would grant me HF privileges and enable world wide communication.

the very night I passed the general test Cesare came to me in a dream. he was sitting in that old mission style chair like he always did - slid forward, shifted to the left, legs stretched out straight and feet wagging . . . he was in a white button down short sleeved shirt and there was a cigar in his right hand. I could actually smell the cigar smoke. he sat up straight in the chair, looked at me and with his right hand holding that King Edward, he pointed to me and laughed as he said this:

"NOW THEY'RE GOING TO CONFUSE YOU WITH ME!"
​

the very next day after passing the test and having that dream, using what had once been his call sign but had now become mine, I was calling CQ on 17 meters - and doing so in the same very unique manner he'd always done. I made contact with a station in the South Sandwich Islands. when the station operator came back HE CALLED ME CESARE and, as is the habit of HAMS, when you've worked a station previously, told me when and on what band "we'd worked before - and that we'd worked TWICE".

what makes this even more unique, is that in order to have that information readily available the station operator in the South Sandwich Islands would have had to have taken the time and effort to transfer his OLD PAPER LOGS onto computer - an exhaustive undertaking to say the least. I don't know many who've bothered to do it.

there's one final thing I'll toss in here . . .
in my shack - all matted out in the same frame, I have his picture, one of his old QSL cards, his last Advanced ticket and my first Tech ticket . . . it’s hung very near that old mission style chair made of quarter sawn oak - his favorite - the one he liked to sit in so much . . . and BTW in the picture I've mentioned above - he's sitting in that mission style chair, in a white button down shirt, his trademark King Edward in the right hand.

sometimes I swear I can smell that King Edward cigar when I'm on the radio . . .

 

[Jefferson1776]

When I was very young I had a great grandfather who lived next to us. I spent many days with him in his garden and helping him around the house he was legally blind. I loved him very much because he was so very kind and gentle with me and my brother who could really be a handful. On January 1,1976 he was shoveling snow toward our house on the sidewalk and my dad was shoveling toward his house. My brother and I were playing in the snow making a snowman. I happened to look up and I saw that grandpa had collapsed in the snow. I was so shocked I could not speak I ran over to my father and grabbed him by the coat and pointed to my grandfather. My dad ran over and administered CPR, but grandpa had passed.

My parents decided that my brother and I were too young to attend the funeral, I was 8 my brother was 7. I was so sad that I never got to say goodbye to my grandfather, even at such a young age I needed closure.

That event haunted me for many years. In September of 1989 my wife and I were married in the church that my grandfather had helped to build when he was a young man. It was a big wedding over 200 people in attendance. After the ceremony had taken place my aunt came to me with tears in her eyes and told me that she had to go to the restroom during the ceremony. As she walked to the back of the chapel she saw an older man sitting on the benches at the back. He was all alone with no one by him, he had a bright radiant glow coming from him. My aunt did not recognize him at the time, but as she walked back she told me she remembered who he was, that it was my grandpa. My grandfather had worn huge coke bottle bottom glass for most of this life, but his man was wearing none. She ran back to the ceremony to see if she could find him, but when she returned the bench was empty. She asked around to see if anyone else had seen this man and no one had. My aunt was a very spiritual person. She told me that by the smile on his face she knew that he was happy and that by manifesting himself to her he wanted me to have the closure that I had been so desperately seeking for so many years.

That night my wife and I knelt down together and thanked God for allowing my beloved grandfather to attend our wedding.

 

[Kathy in WV]

My grandpa came and saw me one last time when he passed. I was at a sleepover at a friend's house. In the middle of the night I woke up wide awake and saw grandpa sitting on the end of the bed beside my knees. Legs crossed and he rested his hand on my leg. He stared at me very intently and faded away. I started to cry, I was 10 but I knew what it meant. I knocked on the door of my friends mother and told her my grandpa had died and could I please go home. Grandpa had just died a few minutes earlier. I have other stories but dont feel like sharing right now. Terrible chest cold going round here.

 

[Raggedyman]

My grandpa came and saw me one last time when he passed. I was at a sleepover at a friend's house. In the middle of the night I woke up wide awake and saw grandpa sitting on the end of the bed beside my knees. Legs crossed and he rested his hand on my leg. He stared at me very intently and faded away. I started to cry, I was 10 but I knew what it meant. I knocked on the door of my friends mother and told her my grandpa had died and could I please go home. Grandpa had just died a few minutes earlier. I have other stories but dont feel like sharing right now. Terrible chest cold going round here.

thank you for sharing Kathy. we hope you'll be better soon, and when you are, we pray that you'll be back to bless us all with more of your experiences.

 

[ghost]

Been wanting to start a thread similar to Raggedyman's - 'Tales from the rainbow bridge - evidence of our pets in the afterlife", but one for people 'passing on/crossing over'. We all have family/friends that have passed on - just part of life in this world, but sometimes, something 'different', 'amazing', 'unexplainable' happens as they are approaching death or even after their death, e.g. 'visitations'.

I have found that people don't bring their story/stories up in 'normal conversation' - only when someone else speaks up first. I hope you do share - I am sure almost everyone has a story.....

As a parallel to Raggedy's thread this is for people to share experiences they have had with family/friends that have passed. Direct experience, a family member's experience, a family doctor's experience - first hand, second hand, from someone you trust - stories you feel comfortable in sharing here. We know these stories can be painful and are personal. We appreciate this and thank you for what you wish to add here.

I know there are many NDE stories out there, and I have had two family members with their own NDEs - if you wish to add those, please do. I may add my family stories also.

I am a Christian and believe in Heaven and Hell, but this is not a thread 'about religious beliefs' it's about true experiences as best as can be written about and shared. This thread is also in UNEXPLAINED and not RELIGION.

Raggedy's thread contains many amazing, fascinating, heart warming, hope-giving stories that many shared about their beloved pets and what happened to them at death or after death. If you haven't visited that thread - it's well worth the look.
http://www.timebomb2000.com/vb/show...dence-of-our-pets-in-the-afterlife&highlight=

Raggedy wrote that his thread isn't for "uncle John and grandma", but this thread is.

If you have a story you would like to share, please do. I hope these stories bring hope and comfort to those who have friends and family that have passed on. I think these stories are an important part of life and of being human. And need to be recorded and shared.

I have several family and friend stories to add - will do so soon.

Thank you for contributing and for visiting this thread.

Chance

The above is true, some of them come back to warn their families of upcoming events, good or bad ?
Also, to watch over them.

 

[Betty_Rose]

I listen to Jeff and his guests usually every night on you tube. this one is about a nurse that died

View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AwJsgFBx1ec

He just posted a new one.

 

[Betty_Rose]

If you're with someone who is dying, watch them (if they are conscious) as they always look up into a corner of a ceiling. They are being prepped on how to exit the body once their heart stops. Proof that we do not die alone.

That's really interesting.

In the seconds after I returned from my own "temporary death" (after being resuscitated), I looked up at the corner of the ceiling to my left. I was lying there on the gurney, trying to sort out what had just happened, and I saw an angel at the upper left corner of the ceiling.

My previous memory had been that I was standing at a door in heaven, ready to cross over into the next life. I was stopped at the door by an angel, and (the short version) was told it might be better if I went back to earth. After reluctantly agreeing to return, I was instantly BACK in my body.

It was a bit jarring.

Back on that gurney, I saw that angel in the corner - where the ceiling meets the wall - and I looked right at her and said (through an oxygen mask), "Hey, point of order. There was no discussion on this. I thought we were going to have a talk before I was sent back to earth."

She looked at me and smiled and then - true story - she giggled and said, "Hi there! I see you! Here we are!"

So yes, I'm sure that the angels hang out there when it's time to transition. And sometimes, they're not very good at answering questions!

 

[wintery_storm]

Hello to Everyone:
Raggedyman contacted me to write my True events that happened to my family members as well as myself.
So I decided to start from when I was young.
#1 The Beginning: Well not a Baby.

I would like to start off by saying that for those of you who have never experienced a family member contacting you. Do not be upset. Not everyone is open to receive. I do believe loved ones that have past (included our pets )come to us in dreams.
I like to keep a journal and write my dreams after I wake up. If it is a bad dream I will not add it. Because the weight of that dream will only pull you down and that is what Satan wants. Do not give him any openings.

But first I would like to say I am Catholic. As a child growing up I would go to church every Sunday twice until I was old enough to go to Sunday school. My Dad sung in the Choir and he would also have to pick up the Organist and Sisters from a nearby town to take them to church so they could teach Sunday school during 2nd mass. That was how it was in the 1960's in small towns. I loved going to church and my family spent a great deal of time there. My mother cleaned the church every week with a group of other ladies. And every summer instead of enjoying my summer off from school I had Summer School at church. I did not mind we got to pray to Jesus in the church without the Adults it was fun! Besides we were given a 1/2 hour lunch and there was a candy/soda fountain shop down the street and my Mom always gave me 10 or 20 cents. So I always got something to drink and maybe candy. Life was wonderful then as a child.

FASTWARD: the 1970's Teenage years ! We move to a small town of about 3500 people. My Mother starts to see Ghosts in the Bathroom! I was about 14 in this small 1/2 double house. My Mom was a stay at home wife and she would tell the family during the day when we were all gone to school and my Dad at work. While she would be doing house work up stairs she would come out the hall she would see a man walking into the bathroom. It scared her so much. It happen a few times through the years.

A few years later at around 16 years old. I decided to make my bedroom up in the Attic. My oldest sister moved back home with her baby after her marriage went bad. I loved the seclusion of the Attic as I could get away from the tension that was down stairs with the family. Life changed so much. I was not a bad kid, never did drugs, never dated. always stayed at home. I just needed to get away and that was the only place.

I had posters every where, my sisters stereo by my bed. But one day was very bad I do not remember what got me to that low point exactly. But later that night I was really depressed. (just some background) My father was abusive. He would yell at me and degrade me, sometimes hit me. He use to beat my Mother as well..
So that night I decided I wanted to just end it all and took a pile of aspirin. I laid in bed and just listened to the music and wanted to go to sleep and never wake up.

I don't exactly remember the sequence. I was groggy. The room was dark but the light from the Stereo gave enough light for me to see a Figure at the end of my bed. It was a Man with a Baseball hat. He came over and sat at the end of my bed. I was so scared and I closed my eyes shut and kept saying to myself go away , go away.

A short time after that I started to throw up. and I looked and the man got up and turned around and walked out of the room and went to the adjoining attic room and disappeared.
I got very sick after that and had to move down into the room my sister for 2 weeks.

I did tell my Mom about the Ghost Man with the Baseball cap. She in turn asked a neighbor who lived there all her life who said a man fitting that description committed suicide in the attic in our house. And he wore a baseball cap all the time.

I never told anyone other than my husband and children about the suicide attempt.

God helped me through some very hard times and I am so glad I am here.
I will tell more true events another day.
Hugs to all.

 

[Betty_Rose]

I have read that sometimes, people who kill themselves, up chained to the consequences of their actions. George Ritchie wrote a book called “Return From Tomorrow” which is considered the most detailed accounting of NDE ever recorded.

In that book, Ritchie walks with Jesus and travels with Jesus and he shown a young boy who killed himself, and the young boy is literally chained to the consequences of his actions.

In my husbands case, I know this is not his story. I was told that he was with the Angels, and was unconscious, and was undergoing restoration.

 

[33dInd]

My mom passed in February of 2018
Before she passed she would awake and talk to her brother, my dad , her mother Katie, and her sister Ruby
The day before she passed two stray chihuahuas showed up on her front porch
As it was cold we let them in and they ran straight to her bed and jumped up on it
Refused to leave her till she passed
I still have those two little bit of angels
This year on moms death date they both went into their crate and would not come out all day

 

[Raggedyman]

In that book, Ritchie walks with Jesus and travels with Jesus and he shown a young boy who killed himself, and the young boy is literally chained to the consequences of his actions.

Ritchie's book is an extraordinary account and I can highly recommend it to anyone with an interest in the area.

my understanding is that those who chose to leave here by their own actions are "chained" to the act of suicide by having to return and repeat that life because they did not complete their original soul contract. this is a CHOICE - free will enters into it . they may choose to stay and NOT return - but in doing so they will not have made the upward progress the soul desired when it chose to come here in the first place. it is a CHOICE - based on FREE WILL - and not a punishment.

it is also my understanding that there is a sort of "recovery room" for those who may leave here having a need to heal from what's transpired on the earthly plane. as an example of this I refer you back to the post(s) - up thread and elsewhere with link - reproduced below - where I discussed seeing my sister Denise in a large "holding area" with other people. there was also a dream where Raggedyann brought her to me. I think that Denise went through that becasue there were issues between her and my mother here. resentments and hurts that Denise had a great deal of difficulty letting go of on this side. perhaps she had to leave first to have those issues addressed "over there" and prior to my mothers arrival on the other side. perhaps that was part of EACH of their soul contracts - my mother to feel the pain of losing a daughter and my sister to learn that forgiveness is important to soul progression.

BUT BUT BUT RM! - you call yourself a CHRISTIAN and yet here you are - discussing things in terms that can only include . . . "reincarnation"

BLASPHEMY!!!
BAD RM!!! VERY BAD INDEED!!!
well lets look at it . . .

"And as it is appointed unto men once to die, but after this the judgment" HEB 9:27
​

indeed . . . so here is the question brothers and sisters:
are YOU - meaning that meat suit body - that container your SOUL occupies while you're here "YOU" - OR - are YOU (the real YOU that is) in actuality A SOUL that according to the word has the capacity for LIFE EVERLASTING?

guess what?
YOU CAN'T HAVE IT BOTH WAYS​

if you're going to interpret the word LITERALLY - "it says what it says and it means what it says" - then that reasoning MUST APPLY from GEN 1:1 all the way through the book to REV 22:21

post #69 above
When she finally did pass, I didn't dream of her for several weeks. I began to have this recurring dream that I was in a huge room. the room was crowded with people milling about. The impression was that it was a "waiting area" but also that the people weren't upset with the wait; the atmosphere was somewhat jovial – almost party like – and expectant. I knew that Denise was in the room and that I was supposed to find her. . . but try as I might I couldn't. Finally after about 6 weeks of dreaming this – generally at least 3 times per week – I was walking around looking for her and I saw her standing across the room to my left next to this big pillar. She looked great! Younger – mid 30's perhaps – and she was smiling at me. I could see that she was very happy. I woke immediately after that and I have not dreamed about her since then.

I wanted to share the last because I believe that "big room" was a kind of rest area or a holding area where very sick people are held and treated until they're well enough to function on their own again. I believe that was also mentioned by someone else here as well

https://www.timebomb2000.com/xf/ind...-the-holidays-many-doors.529334/#post-6715699
when Denise passed - I did not see her face in any of the dreams I had yet I KNEW that she was there - "in a crowd of people" and I would look for her - like you looked for Dan. it has been two years now and I have only seen her face TWICE. I believe that's because although its easiest for them to communicate with us in the sleep state, it still takes a lot of energy.

the last dream I had of Denise was just a few weeks ago - I was in my room here at the house I had the door shut and I was very very sad. there was a knock and when I opened the door Raggedyann was standing there with Denise. I was so shocked to see her - she was INCREDIBLY BEAUTIFUL - particularly her hair and RADIANT and YOUNGER than she was the last time I saw her. she smiled at me and she hugged me and I woke up VERY happy to have had that experience.

two things that are significant in that dream- she was wearing a particular flannel shirt that stood out very prominently in my recollection and her hair was INCREDIBLE - she NEVER was happy with her hair - EVER - until she lost it all during chemo and it came back pure white. in the dream it was the rich chestnut brown it had been when she was in her 30's

 

[Betty_Rose]

BUT BUT BUT RM! - you call yourself a CHRISTIAN and yet here you are - discussing things in terms that can only include . . . "reincarnation"

BLASPHEMY!!!
BAD RM!!! VERY BAD INDEED!!!
well lets look at it . . .

"And as it is appointed unto men once to die, but after this the judgment" HEB 9:27
​

indeed . . . so here is the question brothers and sisters:
are YOU - meaning that meat suit body - that container your SOUL occupies while you're here "YOU" - OR - are YOU (the real YOU that is) in actuality A SOUL that according to the word has the capacity for LIFE EVERLASTING?

guess what?
YOU CAN'T HAVE IT BOTH WAYS​

if you're going to interpret the word LITERALLY - "it says what it says and it means what it says" - then that reasoning MUST APPLY from GEN 1:1 all the way through the book to REV 22:21

Who exactly are you calling a "blasphemer"?

If it's me, I've been called all manner of things, and as my story (the account of my NDE and miraculous healing of cancer) gets a broader and broader audience, I am the recipient of more and more hate mail. It's just part of the gig. Fortunately, I'm also the recipient of a large number of emails from people who are grateful to hear more about what it's like to visit heaven.

As to Timebomb2000, the people sharing their stories here - especially on threads such as this - should be able to share these intimate spiritual accounts without someone accusing them of all manner of evil.

The Bomb Shelter has a "no hostile debunking" rule (or something like that). Perhaps that should be the case when stories of intimate spiritual encounters are shared.

 

[Ractivist]

I've gained from this thread...thanks for everyone sharing. I've had no similar experiences, but have no doubt the experiences shared are true. God is good, and provides for everyone as the need is.