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A Small ExperienceThis is a small experience of mine that I posted in another (similar to this) forum last October. I was going to edit it to be more 'up to date', but decided to leave it as is...
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by Bravo on Sun Oct 08, 2006 8:32 am
I hear much talk of 'the other side' and the 'afterlife' etc.
Many people claim to be able to speak with the departed, some of them are fakes, some of them truly believe in what they 'see'. I have had 'contact' with the dead, though I am unsure whether my contact was real or not. I am not asking for confirmation, as nobody here can possibly know if my experiences are real or dreams, though opinions are always good.
My maternal grandfather died when I was very young (three), I do remember him but not much. My maternal grandmother talked of him often, about his exploits in the war and his life afterwards. I was very close to her, as I spent all my school holidays living with her as I grew up. She died 16 years ago.
When she died, I had a dream, as though she was visiting me in that dream. She told me she was back with her husband now and that they were both very happy. I don't know if my own subconscious made that dream up, or if it was a real 'message', either way, I felt better for it, though I do still think of her often. She had a very distinctive smell about her, which my sister calls her lily of the valley smell, which I will come back to later.
My paternal grandmother died before my grandfather, which was a bit of a shock to everyone as he was on an oxygen machine for like 20 years, he was very ill for a very long time. He died shortly after, we suspect of a broken heart, they had been married for over 50 years and attended the Queens 50th anniversary tea party as their 50th was in the same year as hers.
When they had both died, I got a dream again, saying they were together and that they were dancing. Dancing dancing dancing, around and around. As my only recollections were from my grandfather being very ill, I never even knew that they liked to dance so. I found out later that in their younger days it was a great passion of theirs.
Six weeks ago, my mother became ill. They told her it was cancer. Then they said it may or may not be treatable, they would have to do a biopsy. We waited two weeks for the biopsy. They said it wasn't treatable, and told her that she had 'weeks' to live. Then she struggled walking, so they gave her a wheelchair. Then she struggled to get to the toilet, so they put her in St Gemmas where they have a hoist that takes her from bed to toilet. Then that was too much for her, so they gave her a bag.
Then she found it difficult to talk, so they gave us some swabs to put moisture in her mouth. The doctor said the cancer had cut one of her lungs off and was making progress on the other one.
On Tuesday, she was still battling on, we knew she was in pain, though they had her so doped up she couldn't open her eyes much or speak. As my sister, father, brother and nephew were around her, we just wanted her pain to end. My sister told her to go to sleep, my dad told her to let go, but it was only when I said 'we know you'll be with us mam' that she finally let go and drew her last breath. I am blubbing like a baby as I write this.
The Friday before, I was going from Leeds to Stockton, with two of my kids in the car, who were both asleep.
I started hearing a rattling sound, so I turned the radio off. It was as though I had a car version of those clicky things that go on bike wheels. Then I got the overwhelming and unmistakeable aroma of my grandmother, the lily of the valley thing. It is a smell that I have only ever smelled in my grandmothers presence. This stayed for a while then stopped. The clicking sound also stopped. I don't know if my subconscious created this aroma, but I do know it isn't a smell that comes from anything else.
Last night I dreamed of my mam. I was talking with her and asking her questions about the afterlife, and I 'saw' the world through the eyes of the dead... |
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david hobbs
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Sometimes we have an experience that is total. Then we question that experience because it does not happen every day. Regardless of what the "experts" purport to "know" when it comes to survival we can only use our own experience. There are no teachers. Why do we question our own peak experiences. You had the privilege of a loved one saying goodbye love you, see you one day. If your wrong and there is no life after death then it really does not matter.
My Nan read the tea leaves sat with the dying and laid out the dead and birthed the babies because people new that she was the person to do the job. She new about life and death. I used to laugh under my breath when she used to tell me how she saw the spirit leave the body at the time of death.
I don't laugh anymore.
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evergreen
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What a wonderful story, not because it is so incredible but because it is spoken from the heart of one who is unsure of the experience itself -it is honest. You are very right we cannot say it is so that is for you too decide, but as I suggest to people often who can you trust if you cannot trust yourself??
I speak to spirits daily so I cannot question it.. personally I love it when they give me a smell it is such a physical experience and somehow very reasurring.. I have heard that is takes much energy to give messages like that, and I cannot answer that with any real knowledge, yet I do think that your grandmother came to you that day as a sign that she is there on "the other side" not too far away.
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Bravo
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Thank you.
I 'know' my grandmother came to me that day. If it takes a lot of enegy to do that, then I know she would make the effort, as she always made the effort in life. And that smell is something I have never smelled anywhere else in my life but in her presence.
At my mothers funeral, the wake was held in a working mans club in Leeds, a big concert room. We catered for 60 to be sure of enough food. We had no idea that so many people would turn up for the funeral, they had to open a 2nd hall up and videolink to it with yet more people outside.
So, our catering for 60 was way short of the mark, but it was lucky we hired such a large room out.
The room was full save for one corner.
Nobody went near that corner all day, the kids didn't play there, nobody sat there.
Before my mam died, some other members of our family died, in particular memory are a couple of uncles of mine, Mally and Kenny. I was talking to my cousin and just happened to glance up towards that corner. I couldn't see anything, though I 'knew' that Mally and Kenny were there. It was as though they had noticed me noticing them and they raised a glass. I had to fight the urge to pick up my glass (of Shandy btw, I don't really drink) and raise it in return.
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david hobbs
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Hello Bravo.
I was just wondering if you have ever tried to communicate with your folks. They have come to you it seems have you tried getting their attention?
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Bravo
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| david hobbs wrote: | Hello Bravo.
I was just wondering if you have ever tried to communicate with your folks. They have come to you it seems have you tried getting their attention? |
I don't know how to do that, David.
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david hobbs
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You have already done it Bravo. Your experiences could not happen if you are not aware of things hidden.
The trick is to find that quiet centre inside and see what comes in.
It will work if you don't think or judge.
You practice the martial arts so you will know what I mean.
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evergreen
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Bravo you could just ask them and see what you are given... speaking to them is always helpful
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wackyjacky
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Wow, what a story. Sorry that tyou went through that Bravo. I lost my Mum to suicide in 1987 and I've had one dream/experience where I can without any doubt say that it was a real experience and not a dream. I talk to my mum quite often and want her to hear me, but sometimes I do doubt it (not very often)and its the one thing that I want.
Sometimes I get the feeling that I'm being watched and sometimes I can pick up smells and know that someone is there with me, my only trouble is that I never know who it is! :roll:
I think I'll take both Davids and Evergreens advice that they've given you and see what happens...who knows, I might even get my dad through too! 8)
Good luck!
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evergreen
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oh Jacky I didn't know you had been thorugh that honey... life is full of hard moments isnt' it...
Communicating is easier tahn most people will have you think :)
I can tell you that one way I realised I was a medium was that I started to write thoughts that came to my head about a friend I had just met... they were all messages from his parents about his wife and family and his childhood. Right down to the fact that his little finger ahd been cut in a band saw when he was six and his father always blamed himself for it... I feel a lovely bond with this man because for some reason him parents decided to come to me and show me what was already inside of me.....
you never know what you might be until you begin to try
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wackyjacky
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Thanks Evergreen, I do sometimes get stray thoughts in my head, maybe I should write them down and see what happens?!
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