I subscribe to a daily writing prompt, but I never do it. Putting that much thought into what I'm going to say, rather than just writing about my supermarket trials and tribulations, causes nervous beads of sweat pop out all over my brow. Today's prompt, however, was to write about what I'd like to dream tonight, and I didn't have to think much about this one at all - I want to dream my grandmother. But I don't just want to dream about her, I . . . want her to visit.
There have been many reminders of the transiency of souls lately, in real life and on the Internet. Consequently, as I always do at times like these, I've been ruminating about the sweet hereafter. I like to think that I don't need hard, empirical evidence of an afterlife, but I often find myself seeking out hints. I've been devouring books - about people who've had experiences that help them believe, and about NDEs (Near Death Experiences), during which individuals claim to have physically died and gone, if only for a moment, to another place which confirmed (for them) that there is something more.
I think it's fascinating. And while I'm inclined to believe that some of these experiences are drug induced or fabrications, I think that many are authentic. And I get a little jealous. Because I've been waiting for a dead person to visit me for years. (Just kidding! But not really.) When I've really looked, I have picked up on signs that help me believe. There are things that have happened surrounding the deaths of my grandparents and uncle which, if I detailed them here for you, would seem inconsequential, but have proven mystical for me. Alas, I can't say that I've ever glimpsed anything truly otherwordly, and I just want a little peek beyond the Veil.
Have you ever felt the presence of a loved one who has died in a dream? Have you had any experiences that have given you good goosebumps? I'd like to hear about them.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
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My aunt and uncle saw my grandmother the night she died. They were asleep in the upstairs bedroom at her house, and my aunt woke up hearing footsteps on the wooden floors. She opened her eyes and there was a light in the room at the foot of the bed. Not a reflection or a hall light - a light or a glow of some sort, quite distinct, right there. My aunt sat up, and my uncle sat up simultaneously. He'd heard and seen the exact same thing.
My mom was a tad upset she hadn't been the one to see her.
I relate. I am always a little jealous of people who say their loved ones visit. I would LOVE to hear what my mother has to say after all of this time. I would just love to hear her sweet voice again.
Well, other than my sort of weird dream about my Dad a few weeks ago, not again. I hope that he visits again, though. It was very reassuring.
I have no personal experience, but I definitely believe it happens.
I so feel ya. I recently finished reading a book called Broken Open where she goes into this very phenomena.
I personally don't have any goosebump moments, my dreams basically consist of the fear of the unknown. I'm so boring like that. :O
And for the record, I LOVE the shots of you in those glasses. You rocked then and now.
I wish I could say I've had some sort of experience like that. Sadly, it makes me wonder if my loved ones who've already passed away don't think I'm worth a visit. (Now how's that for a poor-pity-me attitude?) *embarrassed grin*
The only real goosebump moments I can come up with are:
1. for some inexplicable reason, I always get this funky feeling there's a 'presence' in my master bedroom/bathroom. My children refuse to get near the bathroom without someone with them.
2. I had a near-death experience and have no recollection of the time I was unconscious. If I remember correctly, I once read that if you only remember blackness or nothing at all in such a situation. . . ya better start rethinking how you're living. 'Cause you're headed down the wrong path and won't end up in a happy place when you really do check out.
Yeah, last part didn't give me too much of a warm, fuzzy feeling. :-(
Sorry they aren't that great, but those are the only goosebumpy things I can come up with right now.
Yes, I have. My best friend drowned, and that night I had a dream about him wearing red shorts. I found out much later that he really was wearing red shorts when he died. And every time I have a dream about him, he is always doing well. He is happy and does not want me to save him. I think that is his (or God's) way of letting me know that he is in a good place.
i haven't... but although I loved my grandparents, i haven't truly had anyone really CLOSE to me die
My father died 22 years ago. I've only been visited twice. I was upset the first time, I think he knew it was hard. The second time was better - I got to hug him. I wrote more about it here:
Sugarplum's Mom
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