Anonymous wrote:Anyone have any good Ouija board stories?
Anonymous wrote:Stupid question for those of you who’ve had experiences with loved ones who’ve passed...I often think about my grandparents and say that I miss them and would love to see/hear them. But I “say” this all in my head, never out loud. Do they know that we’re thinking of them without actually talking to or about them?
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.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:when I was a kid I had all kinds of extremely vivid dreams, flying dreams that seemed real but never paid much attention and this went by the wayside.
When I was 32, I was staying in a hotel in New Jersey, the night before I was going to interview for a job at a university. I woke up in the middle of the night with fear clutching my chest to see this man, standing next to the bed,looking at me. dressed in sort of 40s clothing. Simple, plain but wore a hat. I was panicked, frozen for a little bit and then turned on the light and there was no one there.
It just hit me now, right now writing this out, that I was interviewing at the university where my grandfather had taught for many, many years. Maybe it was him?!
This is known as a night terror and is actually quite common especially if you are stressed... like the night before a job interview.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Night_terror
Anonymous wrote:when I was a kid I had all kinds of extremely vivid dreams, flying dreams that seemed real but never paid much attention and this went by the wayside.
When I was 32, I was staying in a hotel in New Jersey, the night before I was going to interview for a job at a university. I woke up in the middle of the night with fear clutching my chest to see this man, standing next to the bed,looking at me. dressed in sort of 40s clothing. Simple, plain but wore a hat. I was panicked, frozen for a little bit and then turned on the light and there was no one there.
It just hit me now, right now writing this out, that I was interviewing at the university where my grandfather had taught for many, many years. Maybe it was him?!
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Bump. Keep the stories coming!
Yes, please. For some reason, in these crazy times, this type of stories sounds totally normal.
Anonymous wrote:Bump. Keep the stories coming!
Anonymous wrote:A friend of mine died few years ago. I always ask him to come visit me in my dreams but he never does. There was one night that I *think* I was awake and I was thinking about him and again I ask why he never visit. He said that he was right there (I heard that in my mind) at that moment my whole body became very hot and then I felt that someone sat in the bed. I panicked and I ask him to leave. Next day I convinced myself that I was probably dreaming...