Any personal encounters with the paranormal?

Anonymous
My dad passed away about 5 years ago. When I was maybe 9 or 10 he gave me a wind up music figurine of my favorite animal. I've always loved the song it plays and it has always been my favorite gift from him. I am now 29 and it doesn't work well anymore. It's very hard to wind up and then won't play without me helping it. Multiple times over the past 5 years it has just started playing on it's own. It never did that before my dad died. I remember the first time it happened my husband and I were down the hall playing with our dog. When we heard it we thought there must be someone in the bedroom and checked the closets and under the bed. We were pretty freaked out. My dad loved dogs and I remember I jokingly said he wanted us to know he was there and was enjoying watching us play with our dog.

Since that first time, it has happened maybe once every 6 months. It still freaks me out a bit, especially the time it woke me up in the middle of the night. I really do think it's my dad letting me know he's still watching over me.
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Anonymous
With a loved one recently passing, I would love to hear about more spiritual encounters.... as I soon hope to have one of my own.
Anonymous
When I was little, about 4 years old, I remember looking for my cousin at her house. My aunt was babysitting me. I remember going into a bedroom, turning on the lights, and looking under the bed. I saw a kid under the bed kind of glowing. I screamed and ran to my aunt saying my cousin was trying to scare me. My cousin then came out of the bathroom and didn’t know what I was talking about.

Anyways they made me go back and look again to prove nothing was there but even 30 years later I remember what I saw clearly.
Anonymous
When I was a kid, maybe around 4-5 years old, I was laying on the living room floor watching TV, my mother was in the kitchen just about 20 feet or so away. We lived in a tiny bungalow with the kitchen and living room being one big room. Our front door was next to the TV and the back door was directly back from the front door. Well, the front door opened and a man sprinted through the house out the back door. Startled, I got up and the front door was still swinging open. My mom was the only one home and I asked her if she saw a man run through the house. She had no idea what I was talking about. This happened in broad daylight during the late 70s. I still think about this 40+ years later.
Anonymous
My grandmother had a pretty severe stroke resulting in dementia. She always had this far away look and talked about her children, well her three children were now in their 50s and 60s. The children she spoke vividly of were two children a boy and a girl, the boy being the older child. She described what the children looked like and what their personalities were like. Well, about two years after my grandmother's stroke I gave birth to a baby boy. My grandmother passed away when my son was 2 1/2 years old. A month after she passed I was pregnant with a baby girl. It is now about 5 years after her death and my two children are exactly how my grandmother described her two children. My son has the same shade of shiny silvery blond hair that she described, he loves to sing and my daughter is rambunctious and chatty with long blond hair....While she had dementia this is all she would talk about, her son and daughter, and how active they were. I talk with my mother about this and in a way I believe that my daughter is my grandmother reincarnated, or somehow in her confusion, my grandmother could predict the future.
Anonymous
Our preemie died right after birth. I remember I couldn’t sleep when he was in the morgue. I was literally trembling, chills, nothing could make me feel warm. This was in early September. That feeling of being “cold to the bone” stopped as soon as we got his remains.
Anonymous
I often dream of things that are happening to people i know. But in my dream they happen to me. For example, Monday night i dreamed there was a bear outside my family's tent. There was a bear outside my brother in laws law's family's tent at that time.

The problem is I can never predict what is the real connection until after the fact. I do get strong intuitions about things but often I misinterpret them. It's very annoying.

Anonymous
Anonymous wrote:Our preemie died right after birth. I remember I couldn’t sleep when he was in the morgue. I was literally trembling, chills, nothing could make me feel warm. This was in early September. That feeling of being “cold to the bone” stopped as soon as we got his remains.


I’m sorry for your loss.
Anonymous
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Anonymous wrote:I'm a medium. Initially a very reluctant medium. I've been a psychic (really, more of an empath) since childhood. I had no desire at all to see dead people. But they know I can see them so they pop up often.

Last time was less than a week ago. DH and I went to an estate sale. As soon as we pulled into the driveway, I could feel it. I walked into the garage and standing right behind the homeowner was his deceased wife. She was determined to get a message to her husband no matter how hard I tried to ignore her. How to you tell a stranger that his deceased wife wants to talk? You can't just come out and say it.

I don't want to get too specific because of his privacy. But she asked me to tell him to look under a piece of furniture in the house. When we did, we found a treasured piece of her jewelry that had been missing. Even after that, she would not shut up. She wanted him to know that she was happy and well. She wanted him to know that selling the house was a good decision. Just on and on. She was a beautiful soul who was determined to get her message through. Spirits know who can see them. She was just waiting for an opportunity.

It happens to me all the time when I'm out in public. Standing in line at Target, eating at restaurants, at the park, very often on Metro. I never say a word. There is no way I'm going to start telling random strangers that grandma has stepped forward to chat.


So she only knew where her jewelry was after she died? When I die I will find everything? All those sunglasses and keys and well-hidden christmas presents?


She probably hid it here Dumbo but had not told her husband.
Anonymous
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Where do those souls go when they're not seeking the living ones out? Do you think there's a heaven?

Having recently lost my mom, I wonder this all the time.


I don't know. And I think people who claim to know are just guessing. I've tried to get answers from deceased loved ones, spirit guides, angels, ascended masters (for me, Jesus) but I can't. I get the sense that if we knew, it would interfere with our work here on earth so it's just information we aren't allowed to have.

I'll give you one interesting theory that resonates with me. The reality that we are living here on earth is just one aspect of our higher self. Our higher self is our true self. Our I Am. That part of us never leaves the spirit realm. We just dispatch different aspects of that higher self into different realities. Our purpose for being on this earth at this time in this reality is to learn. This is our earth school. This is where we learn to truly love, to show compassion, to become enlightened, to uplevel, .... And we repeat the process until we get it right. If this is true, then your mother's soul would simply rejoin her higher self. I am a Christian so I would call that heaven - a place where Source Energy (or God) is.

I'm sorry your mother died. I do believe there is a heaven. And I think we have all been there many times. I just think if we remembered it clearly, we might be a little too anxious to leave this world when things get tough. I do know that life continues after death. I know that most spirits I talk to who have died and moved on are happy and at peace. I'm just not sure exactly what it looks like.

Do you believe that souls speak to their non-psychic loved ones in various ways? My mom recently passed away and I think she is speaking to me through flickering lights and random electronics, like the garage door opening when not pressed, etc.


Our deceased loved ones communicate with us often. All of us are born with the natural ability to receive those messages. Most people just aren't paying attention. Spiritual beings like to use energy to communicate with us because it's easier for them to manipulate. Also look for anything that repeats in your environment, especially numbers. If you noice it, tell them! Say, "I saw that! Thank you!"


Have you ever heard of baby’s coming back and giving signs? My son passed at 10 months old and I’m awake right now at 4 AM missing him terribly. Sometimes I just doubt that his young soul would be able to come back and see me. I ask him to visit me in dreams and it doesn’t work either. I’m afraid I’m losing memories of him too.


I don't think you can dream about deceased loved ones until it sinks in that they are dead.

I still don't dream of them often, but am always happy when I do.
Anonymous
Anonymous wrote:
Anonymous wrote:
Anonymous wrote:
Anonymous wrote:
Where do those souls go when they're not seeking the living ones out? Do you think there's a heaven?

Having recently lost my mom, I wonder this all the time.


I don't know. And I think people who claim to know are just guessing. I've tried to get answers from deceased loved ones, spirit guides, angels, ascended masters (for me, Jesus) but I can't. I get the sense that if we knew, it would interfere with our work here on earth so it's just information we aren't allowed to have.

I'll give you one interesting theory that resonates with me. The reality that we are living here on earth is just one aspect of our higher self. Our higher self is our true self. Our I Am. That part of us never leaves the spirit realm. We just dispatch different aspects of that higher self into different realities. Our purpose for being on this earth at this time in this reality is to learn. This is our earth school. This is where we learn to truly love, to show compassion, to become enlightened, to uplevel, .... And we repeat the process until we get it right. If this is true, then your mother's soul would simply rejoin her higher self. I am a Christian so I would call that heaven - a place where Source Energy (or God) is.

I'm sorry your mother died. I do believe there is a heaven. And I think we have all been there many times. I just think if we remembered it clearly, we might be a little too anxious to leave this world when things get tough. I do know that life continues after death. I know that most spirits I talk to who have died and moved on are happy and at peace. I'm just not sure exactly what it looks like.

Do you believe that souls speak to their non-psychic loved ones in various ways? My mom recently passed away and I think she is speaking to me through flickering lights and random electronics, like the garage door opening when not pressed, etc.


Our deceased loved ones communicate with us often. All of us are born with the natural ability to receive those messages. Most people just aren't paying attention. Spiritual beings like to use energy to communicate with us because it's easier for them to manipulate. Also look for anything that repeats in your environment, especially numbers. If you noice it, tell them! Say, "I saw that! Thank you!"


Have you ever heard of baby’s coming back and giving signs? My son passed at 10 months old and I’m awake right now at 4 AM missing him terribly. Sometimes I just doubt that his young soul would be able to come back and see me. I ask him to visit me in dreams and it doesn’t work either. I’m afraid I’m losing memories of him too.


The day before my mother died (which was totally unexpected, though she was over 90, but no terminal diagnoses), she said my father (who had died decades before) had recently been "visiting her" in her dreams, which made her happy. (Note: she is Catholic and believed that he was in heaven waiting for her.) She also told her nurse that she heard all of her adult children (who lived all over the country) talking in the living room. That actually happened within 48 hours, after she died. She had never made comments like this before.

I have heard similar stories from people who do hospice work.

It is like the lines between the worlds start to blur right before you die.
Anonymous
Anonymous wrote:I'm a medium. Initially a very reluctant medium. I've been a psychic (really, more of an empath) since childhood. I had no desire at all to see dead people. But they know I can see them so they pop up often.

Last time was less than a week ago. DH and I went to an estate sale. As soon as we pulled into the driveway, I could feel it. I walked into the garage and standing right behind the homeowner was his deceased wife. She was determined to get a message to her husband no matter how hard I tried to ignore her. How to you tell a stranger that his deceased wife wants to talk? You can't just come out and say it.



I don't want to get too specific because of his privacy. But she asked me to tell him to look under a piece of furniture in the house. When we did, we found a treasured piece of her jewelry that had been missing. Even after that, she would not shut up. She wanted him to know that she was happy and well. She wanted him to know that selling the house was a good decision. Just on and on. She was a beautiful soul who was determined to get her message through. Spirits know who can see them. She was just waiting for an opportunity.

It happens to me all the time when I'm out in public. Standing in line at Target, eating at restaurants, at the park, very often on Metro. I never say a word. There is no way I'm going to start telling random strangers that grandma has stepped forward to chat.


Is there anything you could tell me? I know we are anonymous via the internet, but what does your psychic abilities have to say about me? I would be grateful.
Anonymous
Anonymous wrote:When my sister died after a long illness that began when she was still a kid, I began finding pennies everywhere. There would be nothing in a particular spot, I would leave for a few moments, come back, and lo and behold, there was a penny in that spot where there had been nothing a few moments earlier. I always did a double take and wondered if I had missed seeing the penny earlier. But it was happening all the time, not just those coincidental random pennies you find once in a while. The first Christmas two months after her death, I made a big gift basket arrangement for another sibling and wrapped it with shrink wrap so that it was enclosed. On the spur of the moment, I fashioned a big ribbon bow and taped it to the front of the basket on top of the shrink wrap. Then I drove to my parents' house to place the gifts under the tree. When I get to my parents' house I unloaded the gifts (Xmas Eve). Last to pick up was the gift basket, placed carefully on the car seat to avoid getting the shrink wrap messed up. It was dark outside, but even so, I realized something curious. The bow that I had placed on top of the cellophane shrink wrap was now tucked among the gifts inside the basket. Whaaat? I took the large basket into the house, my mind whirling. The bow was inside the basket, under the shrink wrap, unequivocally. I have no idea how that happened. Did a double and triple mental check, trying to remember if I might have placed it inside the basket and not outside the basket. Another layer to this story is that the sister who passed held a serious grudge against the sister who was receiving this basket. It was almost like a message to the gift recipient. I was careful to tell the sister about the ribbon, not sure if that was meant to be a message to her. I still don't know if maybe in the pre-Christmas rush I might have placed the bow inside the basket, but damn, it was an afterthought, done on the spur of the moment after the basket had been finished and shrink wrap applied. The following day the family was gathered around the living room opening gifts. Suddenly, twin toddler nephews pointed towards a corner of the ceiling and they both excitedly called out the name of the sister who had just passed away.


Old time Irish people believe that small children can see spirits/angels, because they are so pure (ie. close to God). And you lose this ability as you get older/more worldly.

My Mom said this happened when my sister was a toddler also. She definitely was talking to someone who had died, but no one else could see them. The child was not frightened at all.
Anonymous
Before my father passed he was “talking” to someone who was not there. My mother asked who he was talking to and he mentioned a man who had passed away eight months prior or but my father did not know the man had passed.
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