I get feelings about alot of things, I like to think it is God preparing me for what's next or how to deal with what's next in my life... Just two days ago I called my mom to ask how my grandma is doing, but this time was different, not that anything had changed in what my mom said but I just felt like I should ask her how much longer she had...my mom said not long. My grandma died today. I've also had feelings about other things not dealing with death, example: with my brother, I knew his wife was having a hard time and I tried to talk to her about it, little did I know how hard of time and she divorced him less than a month later... I've had many times where I had to talk to a certain person about a certain topic but I didn't know why... Things like that, its weird and its not something I can control, I just feel it.
The most vivid one was of my dad, my dad passed when i was 21, but we were more like friends than father and daughter and could sy whtever is on our minds to each other, he had a key to my house and would come and go as he wanted. my father was always very well dressed with monogramed cuffs on his shirts a weekly manicure and a pair of shoes and glasses and sunglasses to match each outfit . the reason i bring this up you will see in a few seconds any way it must have been around n the morning and i heard something at my front door and i opend it and it was my dad, he said to me hey b----h you moved and did not tell me of course in his joking way. well of course you start to doubt things especially when it is not the first time that something like this happend, so the next day i spoke to my mom and told her how spooked i was she said to me wht was bothering you, i said to her it was what he was wearing and described the outfit which was light green pants a shirt that did not match and shoes with no socks, no coat no jacket no anything. she immediately slammed the phone down on me and i called her bck and i said so what he did match this time. she said not that is not the problem, i said wht is then, she told me that was the last thing she threw on him before she brought him in the hospital that fateful january day when he passed away i had no way of knowing because i did not see him until he was hooked up to a ventilator the following day this was one of many
My experience: Four years ago my sister was dying of cancer. My grandfather, who had passed away a few years earlier, spoke to me several times in my dreams. It was always exactly the same dream, they were the most realistic dreams I've ever had, and they are still very vivid in my mind today. In the dream my grandfather is sitting on a bench at the lake he lived near in his later years. As I approach him he invites me to sit on the bench with him and when I do he puts his arm around me and tells me "Don't worry, I have always been here for you girls and I'm here for you and Linda now." We sit there for a while enjoying the sunshine and then I slowly wake up two nights after my dad was killed in an airplane crash -- I had done nothing but cry nonstop those two days since his death. After saying my prayers quickly (which consisted at age 12 of just reciting the "Lord's Prayer" fairly quicly) I turned on my side to go to sleep. For some reason I "felt" I was supposed to turn back on my back again. I couldn't figure out why but could see no reason not to do so. What happened happened instantly, but I was vividly aware of several things happening in that instant:
* the emotional "pain" about my dad's horrible death was COMPLETELY removed from my heart
* in it's place a ball of "joy" was reinserted
It made NO sense to me -- I could see no logic to having ALL the hurt, horror, sorrow, dismay, misgiving, fear, about his death TOTALLY gone within two days of the event, but nevertheless the "gift" had been irrevocably given to me -- unbelivably given to only me (I was to discover later) and not given to any other family members for whatever reason. I mean, I EXPECTED it would take a long time to have the pain from his horrible crash start to dissipate. But this ball of Joy was living in me -- beaming powerfully, and I could not deny it. I would like to think this renewed attitude (two days before the funeral yet, no less) would have been some comfort to my family, but I think they rather were more concerned that I'd flipped my lid. I couldn't stop smiling -- I insisted on wearing the brightest yellow dress I owned (didn't have a white one so yellow was the closest) and just simply stuck out like a strange sore thumb during all the proceedings -- all my family bawling and dressed in black, me smiling like my dad was standing beside me hugging me. The attitude never left me -- I felt I could "push" out the joy if I'd wanted to, but had no reason to want to. I was never able to cry or feel sad about my dad's crash after that.
during the time the "emotional" surgery was being done on me, I saw a vision in my mind of a Lighthouse -- somehow I understood this lighthouse was like a place from which someone was able to actually watch out for danger and help protect me from it, and the words did come into my mind, "I will be protecting you now." I'm not sure it was my father, but it felt like a male soul. I decided it was God because I was able to continue talking to this "angel" for the next 14 years. Any questions I'd have, I'd ask "him" and always got great answers back. If anything physically hurt me, I would cry to "God" and the physical pain diminished EVERY time by HALF. Fourteen years later, right before my daughter was about to be born, my "angel" told me, "I'm going to have to be leaving you now. You need to learn to take pain on your own." I couldn't believe "God" would really be leaving me. I told "him" -- "No, you're not, you're NOT really leaving." He kept telling me he would be leaving within a month, and I didn't believe him, but when the month was over, I one day tried to "talk" to him and he didn't answer back. And physical pains didn't diminish by half anymore, I felt the full force of pains (very strongly proven to me during childbirth) and never got "direct" answers to my questions anymore. It was then I was absolutely sure it was not "God" per se who had been my "Lighthouse Keeper" but a very loving soul. I have several other instances in which I have communicated with souls who have passed (and them with me) and still can do so (just as we all can do if we want to) but strangely enough, I suppose, never actually "seen" a passed entity yet like a lot of you folks have -- that will be an interesting experience when/if get to know what that's like.
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