Everyone of us have our own beliefs on what happens to us when we die. My point in writing this article is not to convince anyone of anything. We all have to make up our own minds on what to believe.
For many years I thought that when we die we cease to exist...no more thoughts...no more feelings...just nothingness. That was so hard for me to comprehend. I couldn't imagine it.
Over the years I have witnessed several events that has caused me to question my beliefs. I have heard stories from trusted friends, family and employers who witnessed similar events. To be honest, I would not have believed them if I hadn't of experienced the same things myself.
I still get chills when I think of the first time that I saw a spirit. I was taking care of a very talented and beautiful woman, in Shreveport, La. She was an incredible artist, very successful too. Every wall in her house had a gorgeous painting that she had done.
She was in the middle stages of Alzheimer's Disease when I started working for her. I stayed with her 24 hours a day, five days a week. On the second day there, she and I were in the living room watching TV, and a spirit flew in the room and floated above us. He was almost transparent, but I could see him clearly. I could even see his facial expressions as he looked down at us from above. She and I both watched as he flew from the living room to the dining room and then into the bedroom where I had been staying. To be completely honest with you, I was so scared I almost peed my pants. LOL!
Later on that day, as she was showing me her photo album, I recognised the man that had come to visit us. It was her husband of forty years, who had died five years before. I saw him a few more times after that, but once I realised that he was only coming to check on his wife and meant no harm, I wasn't afraid of him anymore.
In 1993 my Dad died. By this time I was already convinced that there is life after death, and that we still exist without our physical bodies. His death was still very hard on me, but I felt comforted knowing that I would one day see him again.
Several months after he died, he started coming to me in my dreams. He never stayed long, and most of the time he would never even speak. One morning he came to me in a dream I was having....I was at a concert with my brother. We were sitting pretty far from the stage and I couldn't see who was playing. I looked next to me and my Dad was sitting there. He kept calling my brother's name but he couldn't hear him. I touched my brother's arm and pointed to Dad, but he couldn't see him either. Dad told me to give him a message, "Don't buy the motorcycle." I immediately woke up and it was 7:00 a.m. I felt that the message was urgent so I called my brother and said, "I know you're going to think I'm crazy, but Dad gave me a message for you." "Don't buy the motorcycle." There was dead silence on the phone for at least thirty seconds, then he said "Thanks" and hung up.
I thought that he was mad at me for calling him so early and he probably thought I was out of my mind too. A few hours later he called and told me that when he had gone to bed that night, he started praying for Dad, and he told him, "If you can hear me Dad, please give me a message." I woke him up several hours later and said, "Dad told me to give you this message." He told me later, that he got goosebumps all over his body when I told him that. He then told me that he had planned to go look at a Harley that one of his friend's had for sale. It's a good thing he listened to Dad because the guy who bought it was in an accident a few weeks later. He wasn't hurt too badly but the bike was totaled.
This last year my Dad has come to me in my dreams twice. One of these times he actually saved my Mom's life. She had several illnesses, Alzheimer's Disease, COPD, Diabetes, Lung Cancer, just to name a few. It was 4:00 a.m. and I was sound asleep. My Dad showed up and shouted "WAKE UP!" I jumped out of bed and ran to my Mom's room, she was barely conscious. She was drooling and her eyes were rolling back in her head. I thought she had a massive stroke, but I found out when I got her to the hospital, that her blood sugar had dropped down to 33. That had never happened before because she loved sweets. If anything her blood sugar would be a little high.
Just recently my Mom has passed away. It brings me great joy, knowing that my Mom and Dad are together again. They were married for fifty years. He loved her so much that he looked out for her even thirteen years after he died. There has been a few occurances regarding my Mom since she has died. They happened to my sisters but since I wasn't involved, they are not my tales to tell.
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I too have always frightend over what it was like after death.. thanks for sharing the story..
Thank you for this story. I am encouraged when people discuss their experiences, because I do think they are powerful antidotes to the fear of death. I think these experiences are fairly common, but in our overly rationalistic culture, they are treated as "crazy". I love hearing of people's near death experiences too.
I once was acquainted with a woman, whose alcoholic father had died recently. She was in the very difficult position of grieving something that she never really had, like trying to lock onto a radio signal that is coming in very weakly. One night, she had a dream. It was Christmas time. There was a knock at the door, and when she opened it, it was her father. He had what she described as a number of priceless gifts, all made of pure gold, which he had brought to her and her sisters as presents. She couldn't recall specifically what any of the gifts were. She asked me what I thought of her dream, and I told her that I didn't think it was a typical dream - I thought it was a visitation. She said she had thought the same thing, but had been afraid to say it because she was afraid I would think she was crazy. Then she said (and this is very important), "I think I can accept it now."
I hope you don't mind if I share with you one of my own dreams.
My father and I were very close. I was 18 when he died, and I will say now that after his death, I just went in circles for 6 years before I realized that I hadn't died with him. For many years, I would dream of him, and in these dreams, he was old and in poor health - fragile. I was aware of not having seen him for some time, and aware of his fragility and the need to be careful around him.
This one dream was entirely different. The entire dream was looking into my father's eyes, and my father looking into mine. I have never experienced such intimacy before or since. I remember thinking that I had forgotten how beautiful his eyes were, and then thinking that he had never look so good in real life. As I was awakening, I was sobbing, but also I had a clear impression that we must continue to grow after death in some way.
I am so glad that you got to see you're Dad again. The emotions that you feel are so hard to put into words. It is something that you will never forget. That is when you know if you have had a real visitation and not just a regular dream.
Several years ago, I started collecting "ghost" stories from people who had seen or experienced visitations, such as those mentioned by others here. Maybe I should get back to that??? Seems to be a real interest.
Loved reading about your experiences. When my dad passed, I was on the way to the hospital when I heard "Don't worry about me now Pat...I am free." He always called me Pat. When I got to the hospital;, I was told he had already passed over...and it was at about the exact time I heard him.
Right after that he came to me several times in my home, including turning on my gas fireplace and my coffee pot--they were ready when I got up,. He loved to do this for my mom...and coffee and a lit fireplace were his favorites. It's a long story on how i knew it was him---but it was.
He also had me write a poem down to give to my mother...which I did. It gave her great peace.
Yeah...this earth experience is just one trip around the block I think...and what we have available to us and for us is more great stuff.
Interesting story here, Carolyn.
This is a great write and I think as time goes on we will learn more and more about existence.
Carla, Thank you for you're condolences. I am glad that so many people know that the spirit lives on after we die. It makes it a little easier when we lose a loved one.
The only thing that kept me from thinking I was going nuts was that my sister saw them too. I don't talk about it much because people don't understand or quite believe you.
Thanks for the article, it is interesting. Take care.
Now, about two months before this event, I had decided I wanted to try and start astrally traveling again. That was something I had done a couple of times accidentally as a child and twice on purpose as an adult. So, I decided to see if I could do that and contact my other half. It was fairly easy to contact him, but he didn't want me to come near him at first. I was able to communicate with him and found that he thought I would be angry that he had not stayed with me after we met. I let him know I was proud of the choices he made and then, he opened up to me a bit more. Since then, he has been approaching me and I have been telling him I want to see him, like other folks say they can do. One night, I awakened from sleep because I heard my name being whisphered. When I opened my eyes, a face was right next to mine. It startled the heck out of me and as I sat up, it backed off so that I could see it was a person's spirit. But, as it was backing, it was also fading. He has come around since then, but not "solidified" again. I felt bad because I know he thinks he scared me. I wasn't scared, but I was startled by seeing a face so close to me when I opened my eyes. Hopefully, He'll believe me as I assure him again and again that he didn't scare me and he'll try to come again.
Anyway, see why I thought it was such a coincidence that I saw this story tonight? I'm finding that the spirit world can really influence our lives.