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Gretad08
04-02-2010, 06:36 PM
I have a question for anyone who happens to be a psychic/medium, or just anyone in general who's had experience losing a loved one.

What are some of the ways that the dead reach out to the living, specifically loved ones? If you're a medium, what do they tell you about this matter?

If you're just regular folk (like me) have you ever had someone try to 'let you know' that they're still here? How?

Chris P
04-02-2010, 06:38 PM
I knew you were going to ask that question!

Sorry. I just wanted to be the first to say it.

ETA: Now that I've read your question, I don't consider myself a medium of any kind. I do believe that the dead can visit us in dreams. Some dreams of the departed are just dreams, while others are ... different.

raburrell
04-02-2010, 06:55 PM
Regular folk, but I've seen some weird things.
This is one of those 'I'm probably nuts' stories, but about 2 months after my grandfather died, I had the strangest feeling he popped into the living room to check on us one night. Just an inexplicable feeling he was there. My husband turned on a war documentary about 10 seconds after he arrived, and grandpa forgot about checking on us and just sat there and watched the documentary instead lol. I would've thought nothing of it except a) war documentaries aren't my husband's thing, but they were grandpa's, and b) hubby turned it on after grandpa showed up.

Always wished I'd been able to ask how he managed to mind-control my husband :D

Don Allen
04-02-2010, 07:06 PM
I'm touched....

emilycross
04-02-2010, 08:18 PM
well I'm not a medium but :

My gran told me when my her grandmother died (My great great grandmother complicated i know) she had a dream that night of sitting on a train going to her grandmother's house and a warm feeling flowing through her in the dream. Her gran was then sitting beside her, letting her know that it was ok. She woke up and then during day they got news that her grandmother had passed during the night.

Myself and my family headed to Australia when i was young to visit family, my great grandmother wasn't well at the time. About a week into our holidays, my mother had a dream that she was sitting in the bedroom in my uncle's house, and that she felt very warm and safe and that her gran was sitting besider her and told her it was all ok. She didn't say anything for few days but decided to ring her mother and check, turns out my great granny had passed the night my mother had the dream.

Don't know if that helps? But i've heard other people have similar experiences, of looking up and seeing relatives at the end of their bed etc.

Whether it's spirits or your brain having a hiccup - who knows :)

Fallen
04-02-2010, 08:25 PM
Ok, hands up, who touched Don...?


Seriously. I'm not touched in any way and I'm a bit dubious about anything 'paranormal'. However (there always is one), during my linguistic studies I read a paper where airline pilots (today) came across the echo of pilots from the past. Something to do with 'signals' bouncing round the magnetosphere... Interesting...

I can believe in something like that as far as signals go (radiowaves bouncing round, not really able to go anywhere), as for anything else...?

auntybug
04-02-2010, 08:32 PM
Not a medium here either. I'm a small. Come on... no one did that yet? Sheesh ;)

This is strange but the only thing like this I can share. I had a dream one night of a conversation with my grandfather. He was sitting there by my bed & we were having just a plain conversation. How are you? How have things been? Haven't talked to you in a while & so forth. I didn't give it much thought when I woke up. An hour later, my mom called me & told me he passed away that night. Very odd - it was like he came to say good bye. He wasn't sick or anything so it wasn't like I knew it was coming.

*sniff*

eta: just read emily's post! eep!

shadowwalker
04-02-2010, 08:37 PM
Call me nuts if you want (plenty have :tongue) but I grew up in a house with ghosts. Have a few little anecdotes I could bore you with, but as to the death of a loved one...

Three days after my father's funeral, I was home alone (at my parents' house) writing out thank you cards. The rest of the family were out, so just me and the dogs. Suddenly there was a loud thump on the wall in the other room, like a bird sounds when it hits the window. I looked - nothing. A few minutes later, another thump - only on the outside wall of the room I was in. Scared the bejeebers out of me. Then another thump in the next room. I went in there. Nothing. Seconds later, another thump in the next room. Every time I went into the room where the thump came from, I would hear a thump in another room. I ended up going into every room in the house, upstairs and down - and when I reached the last room, no more thumps. (Even the dogs heard them.)

I'm convinced it was my dad, making one last check of the place.

Leukman
04-02-2010, 08:38 PM
I'm psychic.

Yep, it's true.

Can predict the future, I can.

Specifically, my own.

And I predict that later today, I will be very drunk.

Same thing tomorrow night.

And prolly Sunday.

Beyond that it starts to get a bit hazy.

Gretad08
04-02-2010, 08:53 PM
Thanks all, keep 'em coming. This is exactly what I'm looking for.

Leukman, please set aside some extra time to post this week-end once you're good and sauced. :)

Leukman
04-02-2010, 08:55 PM
Roger, Roger.

PGK
04-02-2010, 10:06 PM
I'm not psychic and I don't believe in any of that stuff, but here's a story that happened yesterday (the funeral hasn't been announced yet)

My wife's grandmother's sister's husband . . . wait let me start over.

An old woman and her husband went to Amish country to do some shopping and spend the day relaxing. Old man said he didn't feel well and wanted to sit in the car while his wife went into the store. 10 minutes later (this is all according to the story she's been repeating to everyone all day long) she saw him enter the store and come and beside her as she was checking out at the register. He touched her shoulder and she made a joke about his viagra and walked out of the store "knowing" he was one step behind her. When she reached the car she found him sitting in the passenger seat dead.

She went back into the store to call for help and when she asked the clerk who checked her out if he saw the man standing next to her earlier he said she was all alone and talking to herself about viagra.

I could probably find plenty of logical scenarios to explain all this, but there you go. This all happened yesterday morning and my wife's family has been repeating the story non-stop to everyone who will listen.

moth
04-02-2010, 10:11 PM
Nothing like that has happened to me (well okay I was there, I guess), but it happened once to my mom:

My grandpa, her dad, died about 3 years before I was born. One night when I was a baby and she was feeding me in the middle of the night, she said she saw him standing there across the room. He didn't look ghostly or weird, just normal, the way she'd always known him, she said. Actually she said the whole thing just felt normal, like nothing was out of the ordinary.

So she just looked at him for a second, then he shifted his gaze to me, smiled, and nodded. Then he just wasn't there anymore. No poof, nothing weird, just not there anymore. It didn't occur to her until after he'd gone that something really out of the ordinary had just happened.

backslashbaby
04-02-2010, 10:18 PM
Letting you know they are still around? You'll get buzzed by something that feels like a hummingbird outside, but nothing is there; your hair will get pulled as you are sitting around thinking about them.

You will see their favorite flower blooming -- one, alone in the yard -- blooming too early for the others. If they liked lemonade or tea with lemon, you will see lemons several times that day, in strange places.

When you are thinking about them, a bird or strange cat, etc. will come up to sit by you. Their favorite song will come on at a strange and meaningful time. You smell their pipe tobacco or perfume when you are alone.

My grandmother was less subtle. She opened the stuck, double-locked door wide open, with the December freeze rushing in, to say Hi while Mom and I were wrapping Xmas gifts in her former house. She had always said never to use that door, too! I guess she changed her mind to make a point ;)

aadams73
04-02-2010, 10:24 PM
You smell their pipe tobacco or perfume when you are alone.


I get these. My mother gets white feathers.

Gretad08
04-02-2010, 10:25 PM
Thanks for sharing all of this everybody! I figured I'd share my experience.

My Dad died 4 months ago. He was a funny, witty, clever guy and was always saying off the wall stuff. One of his standar "Jim'isms" was the number 42. If you asked him "How much was that?" he'd say 42, 42, 43..."How many did you buy?" 42, 42, 43.... "What time do you want to leave?" 42, 42, 43. You get the picture...

I told my Mom right after he died even though I don't trust most people claiming to be psychic (although I believe psychics exist) I wanted to speak to one and have her tell me something like:

"Your Dad's standing right here...he's just fine, and I don't know what this means but he wants me to tell you 42,42, 43."

Obviously that makes no sense to anyone outside my family, but it sure would validate a psychics claim that he was still around.

Well sure enough the next day the number 42 started popping up everywhere. Mainly on bills...total for gas 4 weeks in a row $42.XX, bill at Walgreens $42.42. Taxi fare $42.42. Yesterday, needed to code something in the computer 4042, but it wouldn't let me and kept defaulting to 4242.

Anyway...that's my story, and that's what has piqued my interest in this topic. Thanks again.

CatSlave
04-02-2010, 10:31 PM
When I was in my late teens, I had a job as a switchboard operator in an office supply store.
They were located in an old building with two-story windows to the sidewalk outside.
The switchboard was located on a second-floor mezzanine with a full view of the sidewalk out front.

My Dad's office was one block away from the store.
One day about lunchtime, I glanced up and saw him walking in front of the store, toward his office.
I thought I would hurry down to catch him, and maybe we could have lunch together.

As he walked out of sight, I remembered that he had died six months previously.
I never saw him again.

moth
04-02-2010, 10:52 PM
I didn't even think of the numbers thing. Someone very special to me, his birthday was Nov. 7, and I constantly see 1107, everywhere. I have for years. I don't try to look for it, it just always shows up. Digital clocks, receipts, parts of long confirmation/transaction numbers, even time stamps on posts here at AW every so often, etc.

backslashbaby
04-02-2010, 10:54 PM
Thanks for sharing all of this everybody! I figured I'd share my experience.

My Dad died 4 months ago. He was a funny, witty, clever guy and was always saying off the wall stuff. One of his standar "Jim'isms" was the number 42. If you asked him "How much was that?" he'd say 42, 42, 43..."How many did you buy?" 42, 42, 43.... "What time do you want to leave?" 42, 42, 43. You get the picture...

I told my Mom right after he died even though I don't trust most people claiming to be psychic (although I believe psychics exist) I wanted to speak to one and have her tell me something like:

"Your Dad's standing right here...he's just fine, and I don't know what this means but he wants me to tell you 42,42, 43."

Obviously that makes no sense to anyone outside my family, but it sure would validate a psychics claim that he was still around.

Well sure enough the next day the number 42 started popping up everywhere. Mainly on bills...total for gas 4 weeks in a row $42.XX, bill at Walgreens $42.42. Taxi fare $42.42. Yesterday, needed to code something in the computer 4042, but it wouldn't let me and kept defaulting to 4242.

Anyway...that's my story, and that's what has piqued my interest in this topic. Thanks again.

Awww! How awesome :) And, exactly :)

backslashbaby
04-02-2010, 10:59 PM
My favorite from my mom was during Christmas one year after she died. I missed her terribly.

I opened up my inbox and saw an email:

From: (her unusual name) Subject: Thinking of you.

It had a link to spam, of course. But, man! Every time I looked at my inbox I saw her message, and I said Hi and sent her my thoughts about Christmas :)

Gretad08
04-02-2010, 11:15 PM
I didn't even think of the numbers thing. Someone very special to me, his birthday was Nov. 7, and I constantly see 1107, everywhere. I have for years. I don't try to look for it, it just always shows up. Digital clocks, receipts, parts of long confirmation/transaction numbers, even time stamps on posts here at AW every so often, etc.

That's crazy...I have a set of #'s that I see EVERYWHERE and I see my #'s on AW at least once a day, time stamps or number of posts or something like that. I've gotten to the point that I just laugh and move on.

CatSlave
04-02-2010, 11:43 PM
That's crazy...I have a set of #'s that I see EVERYWHERE and I see my #'s on AW at least once a day, time stamps or number of posts or something like that. I've gotten to the point that I just laugh and move on.
Have you ever found yourself glancing at a clock or your watch at exactly 11:11?
Frequently?

There's supposed to be some kind of cosmic synchronicity or something attached to that number.

blackrose602
04-03-2010, 12:01 AM
The night my mom passed away, my (now ex) husband and I were camping with them at a state park outside New Orleans. Mom and Dad were in their brand new RV, and hubby and I were in a tent. We'd been there for a few days, and we had been adopted by this mysterious herd of white cats. We're all cat people, but for some reason Mom was the only one who liked this particular group. The rest of us found them creepy. Anyway, that night I woke up shortly before 4 a.m., and the cats were howling, just literally screaming. I figured maybe they were in heat or something, so I went back to bed. The next morning, we found that Mom had died in her sleep...at the same exact time that I had awakened. A couple days later the cats vanished...and no one else at the state park had ever even seen them!

She gave us tons of signs that she was still watching over us in the next months. Odd coincidences, like finding lost items. For example, one time I was tearing apart the RV looking for a necklace she had given me that I hadn't worn in forever...found it five minutes later neatly laid out in the center of my bed. I do still smell her perfume sometimes, and she comes to me in dreams. Every once in awhile when I'm stuck on a decision, the best possible course of action pops into my head at random...I like to think she's still giving me advice.

backslashbaby
04-03-2010, 12:03 AM
I love 11:11. But I'm born on the 11th, so I figured that's why. I also love 7, for no reason, and so did Mom.

The funeral director stated the total for services for her: $7777 and change. I laughed out loud, and I think he thought I was bonkers :)

backslashbaby
04-03-2010, 12:07 AM
The night my mom passed away, my (now ex) husband and I were camping with them at a state park outside New Orleans. Mom and Dad were in their brand new RV, and hubby and I were in a tent. We'd been there for a few days, and we had been adopted by this mysterious herd of white cats. We're all cat people, but for some reason Mom was the only one who liked this particular group. The rest of us found them creepy. Anyway, that night I woke up shortly before 4 a.m., and the cats were howling, just literally screaming. I figured maybe they were in heat or something, so I went back to bed. The next morning, we found that Mom had died in her sleep...at the same exact time that I had awakened. A couple days later the cats vanished...and no one else at the state park had ever even seen them!

She gave us tons of signs that she was still watching over us in the next months. Odd coincidences, like finding lost items. For example, one time I was tearing apart the RV looking for a necklace she had given me that I hadn't worn in forever...found it five minutes later neatly laid out in the center of my bed. I do still smell her perfume sometimes, and she comes to me in dreams. Every once in awhile when I'm stuck on a decision, the best possible course of action pops into my head at random...I like to think she's still giving me advice.

So awesome!

I believe that lost and found, particularly found, items can mean so much. That's a big one for me, too (and my dad, etc).

Kaiser-Kun
04-03-2010, 12:09 AM
My father has seen his dead parents in dreams. According to him, they talk and give advice of current situations.

Gretad08
04-03-2010, 12:49 AM
Have you ever found yourself glancing at a clock or your watch at exactly 11:11?
Frequently?

There's supposed to be some kind of cosmic synchronicity or something attached to that number.

When I was a kid, we always said if you looked at the clock at 11:11, or 2:22, or 3:33 etc. you had to jump and touch the ceiling that many times and make a wish.

CheyElizabeth
04-03-2010, 01:23 AM
I'll share a story. A month after my grandmother died, I was driving home and thinking about her. I hadn't cried since the funeral, but all the thinking about her made me start crying. Then, from out of nowhere, a CD in my car visor CD holder fell out and landed in my lap. It was a mix my sister had made me and she had titled it in Sharpie: I LOVE YOU. I knew right then that my grandmother had made that specific CD fall into my lap, and not the dozen or so other ones.


I've also had 2 people come to me in a dream the night of their death, but those are pretty common I've heard.

johnnysannie
04-03-2010, 09:34 AM
I wouldn't go so far as to call myself a medium but I am fey or whatever you might want to call it. As a small child, I often freaked out my parents or other adults by telling them things about family members who died before I was born because I was right.

My deceased loved ones have "visited" me all my life, many instances.

Just two experiences - One, when I was first pregnant with what would be twins, I woke up, saw a light on in my living room, went down to turn it off but my great-grandfather, died the year before I was born, was sitting there. At the time I did not yet know the gender of my twins (which were both girls) and I planned to name a boy after him. He told me that twins ran in his family (true and I knew that) but when I told him I would name a boy for him, he laughed and said, "You won't." I told him that yes, I would but he just smiled and said, "No, you won't." Since both twins were girls, I didn't.A few months later, after premature labor, I was back at home, worried if the twins would make it full term and be fine when I was surrounded by an intense tobacco smell and a strong feeling that everything would be fine. I had the strong sense that it was this great-grandfather but I didn't even know if he smoked so I called my mother and asked her, without saying why, and she said that he did, he smoked so much that his fingers were permanently stained.

Second, my dad died in January 2009. I live down the street from my parents house and can see it from my porch. We live in an area where tornadoes are not at all uncommon and when I was thirteen, my family lost our home in a tornado so storms tend to make us nervous. We had a bad bunch of storms blow through a few weeks back and tornado warnings were issued. I went out on the front porch while the sirens were wailing and I looked up at my mom's house. My brother was there, because she gets really freaked out by storms now, and I thought, "Wow, I didn't know he had a red jacket" (which he doesn't but my dad wore one often) and then I saw my brother in a different area of the yard, looked back and realized my dad was there too. My kids were scared but when I told them that their grandfather was watching out for them, they calmed down a lot.

D.C. McLaughlin
04-03-2010, 02:23 PM
I guess its my turn now.

I grew up in a house that was haunted and so has my husband. But neither of us has ever SEEN a ghost.

My hubby and I live in a pretty rural area. But after a while you get to know the neighbors, especially those who take regular walks or walk the dog. We had a young couple that lived up the street from us in the woods. We would always see them walking their big dog together like clockwork every night. We went out to dinner with them a couple of times and they took care of our dog when we were out of down. She worked at a bank and he was a cabinet maker. They were a very nice couple.

Well, we heard the husband wasn't doing to well. Apparently his body was riddled with cancer, the kind you don't get better from. Their walks together became more infrequent. Then it was just the wife walking the dog at night.

One night, not too many months ago, hubby and I were coming home from going out to dinner. It was about an hour after dark. As we passed their place I saw Mike standing out in front of the driveway like he was waiting for his wife and dog to accompany them on one of their regular walks. We looked at him, he looked at us, we waved at each other and we kept on driving. I remember saying that I didn't know that Mike was still able to walk and we should go back and say hi and see how they're doing. But we were both tired and we didn't. We didn't think anything more of it.

I found out two days later that Mike had died early that afternoon!

It's been several months now and I'm still debating wether I should tell his wife. I don't want to upset her any more.


D.C.

househugger
04-13-2010, 09:06 PM
When I'm writing I get coincidences. One after another. It's like my mother is with me helping me write and it's her way of guiding the story. One time I was in a coffeeshop writing, trying to remember something about my mother -she died when I was 13- and this man went to the piano and started playing her favorite songs.

This sort of thing happens a lot.

Tasmin21
04-13-2010, 09:30 PM
Got a couple stories for you.

I don't consider myself a "medium", but there is a strong Romani heritage in my background (I'm 1/4 Rom) and I think it comes out in a sensitivity to things like this.

My father died when I was 19. About...oh...four months after that, I was laying in bed, in that halfway place between awake and asleep. As I lay there, the side of the bed dipped like someone had come in and sat down on it. In my half-dreaming state, I thought "Oh, it's dad, no biggie." And I felt better. It didn't occur to me until I'd fully woken up that something had happened.

And my mother... My mother passed away two weeks ago tomorrow. It was a long battle with cancer, and we knew it was coming to an end, so it wasn't a shock. But the morning of Wednesday, March 31st, I woke up at 5:13 a.m. (per my bedside clock) because I heard someone walking down my hallway. Now, my hubby was at work, and my alarm wasn't supposed to go off until 5:30, so I thought at first that my kiddo had gotten up early and was wandering the house. Only, that's VERY unlike her, she sleeps like a rock.

I heard the footsteps go down the hallway, away from my room, past kiddo's room, and into the living room (where kiddo was sleeping on the couch). And then nothing. Finally, one of the cats yowled, and I convinced myself that it was one of them.

My alarm went off like usual, I got kiddo up and dressed, got her to daycare, went to catch the bus to work. And my step-dad called. To say that Mom had passed away at 5:15.

I think maybe she came to check on us one last time.