Do you believe in the supernatural? Do you think that anyone has ever tried to contact you or send you signs from the other side?

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I have had many, many signs from my son Ryan who died 4 years ago in a skateboarding accident at age 18. The first was a visit. It was NOT a dream. It happened about three months after Ryan's death. The night before I was uncontrollably screaming that I didn't even know where my son was; how I was his mother and I SHOULD know. This went on until my husband fed me enough xanax to make me sleep. The next afternoon my brother-in-law and sister-in-law were coming in to town to visit us and wanted to go out to dinner. I did not want to go, I didn't want to eat, I didn't want to make small talk. I just wanted to stay home and cry. Just before they were to arrive I started to have an anxiety attack. I couldn't take xanax to calm down so I decided to do a meditation / relaxation exercise I had learned. It had always put me into a trans-like rest that cleared my mind. In my bedroom I began to go through the steps of the meditation. I recall being able to hear my husband in the other room cleaning the kitchen and wishing he would be quiet so I could go into my deep, calm. Part of the exercise is walking up a flight of steps to a door, opening the door to find the most beautiful place ever. In the past I had used an image of a beautiful cove, silent and serene where I would feel out of body and could see myself resting on the sand yet feeling no sensations of the sand, sound or weather. On this occassion, I did the same yet something black kept fading in and out of view. This had never happened before. The black "image" kept getting larger but had no definition. And then suddenly, the "image" was clear and it was my son Ryan. "Mama" is all he said. Again, as if I was out of body I got up and embraced him, asking him where he has been. He proceeded to tell me he was in heaven and he was ok. I was not dreaming, I was not sleeping. I could still hear my husband in the other room and I was worried his noise would make this wonderful experience stop. Thankfully, it did not.

For about 10 minutes or so Ryan and I had a conversation about his crossing over. Oddly, as we visited there were no longer any images of the cove. It was just me and Ryan in a very non-descript space. I had a lot of anger about Ryan's accident because it was his foolishness and wrecklessness that caused his death. He did not die instantly though he stopped breathing at the scene and was revived. Transported to the hospital he was breathing but stopped and they had to put him on life support. Although I raced to the hospital, Ryan died ten minutes before I got there. I was devastated that I was unable to say good-bye and for a very long time thought if I had been able to reach him I would have "willed" him to fight and continue living.

Ryan told me how sorry he was to have taken such a chance. He knew he had hurt me and his dad so much and asked for forgiveness. He also wanted me to know he did not feel the pain. He said he was able to watch the medics work on him at the scene and then at the hospital. I asked him why he could not have waited for me to get to the hospital before he passed. His response, "Honestly, mom, I could see them working hard to keep me alive and then they put me on life support and I overheard a nurse say, 'if this kid makes it, he'll be a vegetable'. "Mom, I decided I didn't want you and dad to see me like that, I didn't want to be like that and most of all I didn't want you and dad to have to make the decision to turn off the life support, so I just let go mom."

I have to believe he came to me because he had seen me the night before so distraught with wondering where he was. He has visited me like this many times. It does not happen every time I go into this deep meditation. I cannot "make" it happen. I feel very blessed to have this gift. My grandmother and her mother had spiritual gifts. My mother died when I was 10 and she visited me but it was an appearance and it scared me so badly. She never appeared to me again and I regret that. When Ryan died I told him I was open to him contacting me and though I might be shaken by it, I begged him to not go away as my mother did. I don't know if it was this openess, the meditation or what. I would say in four years I have had visits from him probably 20 times or more. When our visit time was up he would just tell me "I have to go now." I would beg him to let me stay with him but he'd just tell me I couldn't but he would be back.

Often I would cry when we visited. He was a comical kid and whenever he made me so mad he could flash this smile and tell me, "Relax, mom, smile...you KNOW you want to smile!" And he always seemed to make me smile. Once when I could not seem to get out of a deep depression and I kept trying to contact him and he would not come I was so distraught. Finally, one day he came but he told me I had to stop crying on our visits or he could not come. And so our visits became ones where we just talked. These visits have probably kept me alive.

There have been a lot of other contact too. The most common is turning off street lights as I drive by. This has happened to my husband as well. Twice it has happened when we were together and happened to be talking about how much we missed him. Three times he has come through on my Ipod, twice it was witnessed by others. I had recorded some audio of him from our last Christmas video onto my Ipod so if I wanted to hear his voice I could. Two times the Ipod had been locked in the off position but came on playing this audio. Once his cousin and I were talking about how much it hurt to lose him and I had my Ipod playing music. Suddenly the music stopped and the audio of Ryan came on. This cannot be a co-incidence.

I am always interested to hear about signs others have received. I do believe our children are still with us...they are just in another form. Although I would love to have Ryan with me as he was, I will gladly welcome him now that he has crossed over.
Dear Diane, Thank u for telling about your very sacred times with your son! I and my daughter have had quite a few also from my dear mom. I too pray that my mom will come in as your son has and does, but her contact is much more subtle. Your writings remind me of a dear friend who had passed about 13 years ago. I was working in an oncology office. Where i was urged frequently to not show empathy, compassion and "move em faster"!! My hugs and sharing with family members was "not profitable" for the administration!!! I would nod my head and continue in being me. After 3 official warnings i was fired. This did devistate me because, i would not see all my loved ones "patients" who had shared so much with me and i with them. I mourned the loss of my job. a few months after, i had a dream where i met up with a gal from the clinic. Oh she was SO beautiful, as she was before her treatments. Makeup perfect, hair thick and styled etc... I started crying immediately... She told me, You cant cry or i will not be able to come to you anymore!!! I instantly dried my eyes. I asked her why she chose me, she said she knew i was receptive. she asked me to do her a favor and contact her husband and check on her kids. For she didnt prepare them for her passing~ I promised her i would! It took me a couple weeks to get ahold of her husband and i asked him if he was sitting down? Then i proceeded to tell him about my dream.. he assured me that the girls were doing o.k. considering they were mourning their mom, but he had some help and things were "under control". He was a strong man!! Then he asked if I was sitting down? I told him yes.. he told me his wife's best friend on earth had called him a week prior and told him of the very same dream!!!! This dear soul was covering ALL bases!! I too was scared with my "gift" at a young age. So i closed it out. Now... its wide open and i recieve many "signs" from many "visitors". Some of which i dont wish to see or feel (chronically ill friends angels-spirits waiting for them) etc. I don't share all that i see or feel. some friends visit and i can see their angels right over thier shoulders... I am never alone. And now i have settled into this Gods gift, and it really is comforting. Many Blessings to u today and to all here!

Diane said:
I have had many, many signs from my son Ryan who died 4 years ago in a skateboarding accident at age 18. The first was a visit. It was NOT a dream. It happened about three months after Ryan's death. The night before I was uncontrollably screaming that I didn't even know where my son was; how I was his mother and I SHOULD know. This went on until my husband fed me enough xanax to make me sleep. The next afternoon my brother-in-law and sister-in-law were coming in to town to visit us and wanted to go out to dinner. I did not want to go, I didn't want to eat, I didn't want to make small talk. I just wanted to stay home and cry. Just before they were to arrive I started to have an anxiety attack. I couldn't take xanax to calm down so I decided to do a meditation / relaxation exercise I had learned. It had always put me into a trans-like rest that cleared my mind. In my bedroom I began to go through the steps of the meditation. I recall being able to hear my husband in the other room cleaning the kitchen and wishing he would be quiet so I could go into my deep, calm. Part of the exercise is walking up a flight of steps to a door, opening the door to find the most beautiful place ever. In the past I had used an image of a beautiful cove, silent and serene where I would feel out of body and could see myself resting on the sand yet feeling no sensations of the sand, sound or weather. On this occassion, I did the same yet something black kept fading in and out of view. This had never happened before. The black "image" kept getting larger but had no definition. And then suddenly, the "image" was clear and it was my son Ryan. "Mama" is all he said. Again, as if I was out of body I got up and embraced him, asking him where he has been. He proceeded to tell me he was in heaven and he was ok. I was not dreaming, I was not sleeping. I could still hear my husband in the other room and I was worried his noise would make this wonderful experience stop. Thankfully, it did not.

For about 10 minutes or so Ryan and I had a conversation about his crossing over. Oddly, as we visited there were no longer any images of the cove. It was just me and Ryan in a very non-descript space. I had a lot of anger about Ryan's accident because it was his foolishness and wrecklessness that caused his death. He did not die instantly though he stopped breathing at the scene and was revived. Transported to the hospital he was breathing but stopped and they had to put him on life support. Although I raced to the hospital, Ryan died ten minutes before I got there. I was devastated that I was unable to say good-bye and for a very long time thought if I had been able to reach him I would have "willed" him to fight and continue living.

Ryan told me how sorry he was to have taken such a chance. He knew he had hurt me and his dad so much and asked for forgiveness. He also wanted me to know he did not feel the pain. He said he was able to watch the medics work on him at the scene and then at the hospital. I asked him why he could not have waited for me to get to the hospital before he passed. His response, "Honestly, mom, I could see them working hard to keep me alive and then they put me on life support and I overheard a nurse say, 'if this kid makes it, he'll be a vegetable'. "Mom, I decided I didn't want you and dad to see me like that, I didn't want to be like that and most of all I didn't want you and dad to have to make the decision to turn off the life support, so I just let go mom."

I have to believe he came to me because he had seen me the night before so distraught with wondering where he was. He has visited me like this many times. It does not happen every time I go into this deep meditation. I cannot "make" it happen. I feel very blessed to have this gift. My grandmother and her mother had spiritual gifts. My mother died when I was 10 and she visited me but it was an appearance and it scared me so badly. She never appeared to me again and I regret that. When Ryan died I told him I was open to him contacting me and though I might be shaken by it, I begged him to not go away as my mother did. I don't know if it was this openess, the meditation or what. I would say in four years I have had visits from him probably 20 times or more. When our visit time was up he would just tell me "I have to go now." I would beg him to let me stay with him but he'd just tell me I couldn't but he would be back.

Often I would cry when we visited. He was a comical kid and whenever he made me so mad he could flash this smile and tell me, "Relax, mom, smile...you KNOW you want to smile!" And he always seemed to make me smile. Once when I could not seem to get out of a deep depression and I kept trying to contact him and he would not come I was so distraught. Finally, one day he came but he told me I had to stop crying on our visits or he could not come. And so our visits became ones where we just talked. These visits have probably kept me alive.

There have been a lot of other contact too. The most common is turning off street lights as I drive by. This has happened to my husband as well. Twice it has happened when we were together and happened to be talking about how much we missed him. Three times he has come through on my Ipod, twice it was witnessed by others. I had recorded some audio of him from our last Christmas video onto my Ipod so if I wanted to hear his voice I could. Two times the Ipod had been locked in the off position but came on playing this audio. Once his cousin and I were talking about how much it hurt to lose him and I had my Ipod playing music. Suddenly the music stopped and the audio of Ryan came on. This cannot be a co-incidence.

I am always interested to hear about signs others have received. I do believe our children are still with us...they are just in another form. Although I would love to have Ryan with me as he was, I will gladly welcome him now that he has crossed over.
i would like share with you, what the bible really teach.

What is the condition of the dead?
Eccl. 9:5: “The living are conscious that they will die; but as for the dead, they are conscious of nothing at all.”
Is there some part of man that lives on when the body dies?
Ezek. 18:4: “The soul that is sinning—it itself will die.”
Are the dead in any way able to help or to harm the living?
Eccl. 9:6: “Their love and their hate and their jealousy have already perished, and they have no portion anymore to time indefinite in anything that has to be done under the sun.”
And may i share something with you? My firm belief is: What is right for one, may not be right for another. We are ALL individuals! I am a christian, I am NOT prejudiced against others beliefs. Wouldnt life be absolutely boring if we were all the same?

Patricia St said:
i would like share with you, what the bible really teach.

What is the condition of the dead?
Eccl. 9:5: “The living are conscious that they will die; but as for the dead, they are conscious of nothing at all.”
Is there some part of man that lives on when the body dies?
Ezek. 18:4: “The soul that is sinning—it itself will die.”
Are the dead in any way able to help or to harm the living?
Eccl. 9:6: “Their love and their hate and their jealousy have already perished, and they have no portion anymore to time indefinite in anything that has to be done under the sun.”
Diane, thank you so much for this wonderful story of your visit from your son. My condolences. Since I joined this discussion site in the last few days, I cant seem to get off it. I keep receiving emails of posts. I love it. It makes me know I am not in this alone.
So the reason I am replying to you besides the obvioius reason we are all reading this stuff, is this:

My daughter was in ICU after an accident also and never regained consciousness. After 5 days ,we were told no more meds would help and that she had no responses to any of the tests they do for brasin dead patients. It was time to take her off the resperator when the nurse said, wait, she is going. Your story has made me believe she had a part in it.
I have a sister diane, so that was a coincidence too. I have not yet posted the messages that she has sent to her friends, but I will. I just wanted to thank you again for making my day. I showed my husband your story too and we both cried.




Diane said:
I have had many, many signs from my son Ryan who died 4 years ago in a skateboarding accident at age 18. The first was a visit. It was NOT a dream. It happened about three months after Ryan's death. The night before I was uncontrollably screaming that I didn't even know where my son was; how I was his mother and I SHOULD know. This went on until my husband fed me enough xanax to make me sleep. The next afternoon my brother-in-law and sister-in-law were coming in to town to visit us and wanted to go out to dinner. I did not want to go, I didn't want to eat, I didn't want to make small talk. I just wanted to stay home and cry. Just before they were to arrive I started to have an anxiety attack. I couldn't take xanax to calm down so I decided to do a meditation / relaxation exercise I had learned. It had always put me into a trans-like rest that cleared my mind. In my bedroom I began to go through the steps of the meditation. I recall being able to hear my husband in the other room cleaning the kitchen and wishing he would be quiet so I could go into my deep, calm. Part of the exercise is walking up a flight of steps to a door, opening the door to find the most beautiful place ever. In the past I had used an image of a beautiful cove, silent and serene where I would feel out of body and could see myself resting on the sand yet feeling no sensations of the sand, sound or weather. On this occassion, I did the same yet something black kept fading in and out of view. This had never happened before. The black "image" kept getting larger but had no definition. And then suddenly, the "image" was clear and it was my son Ryan. "Mama" is all he said. Again, as if I was out of body I got up and embraced him, asking him where he has been. He proceeded to tell me he was in heaven and he was ok. I was not dreaming, I was not sleeping. I could still hear my husband in the other room and I was worried his noise would make this wonderful experience stop. Thankfully, it did not.

For about 10 minutes or so Ryan and I had a conversation about his crossing over. Oddly, as we visited there were no longer any images of the cove. It was just me and Ryan in a very non-descript space. I had a lot of anger about Ryan's accident because it was his foolishness and wrecklessness that caused his death. He did not die instantly though he stopped breathing at the scene and was revived. Transported to the hospital he was breathing but stopped and they had to put him on life support. Although I raced to the hospital, Ryan died ten minutes before I got there. I was devastated that I was unable to say good-bye and for a very long time thought if I had been able to reach him I would have "willed" him to fight and continue living.

Ryan told me how sorry he was to have taken such a chance. He knew he had hurt me and his dad so much and asked for forgiveness. He also wanted me to know he did not feel the pain. He said he was able to watch the medics work on him at the scene and then at the hospital. I asked him why he could not have waited for me to get to the hospital before he passed. His response, "Honestly, mom, I could see them working hard to keep me alive and then they put me on life support and I overheard a nurse say, 'if this kid makes it, he'll be a vegetable'. "Mom, I decided I didn't want you and dad to see me like that, I didn't want to be like that and most of all I didn't want you and dad to have to make the decision to turn off the life support, so I just let go mom."

I have to believe he came to me because he had seen me the night before so distraught with wondering where he was. He has visited me like this many times. It does not happen every time I go into this deep meditation. I cannot "make" it happen. I feel very blessed to have this gift. My grandmother and her mother had spiritual gifts. My mother died when I was 10 and she visited me but it was an appearance and it scared me so badly. She never appeared to me again and I regret that. When Ryan died I told him I was open to him contacting me and though I might be shaken by it, I begged him to not go away as my mother did. I don't know if it was this openess, the meditation or what. I would say in four years I have had visits from him probably 20 times or more. When our visit time was up he would just tell me "I have to go now." I would beg him to let me stay with him but he'd just tell me I couldn't but he would be back.

Often I would cry when we visited. He was a comical kid and whenever he made me so mad he could flash this smile and tell me, "Relax, mom, smile...you KNOW you want to smile!" And he always seemed to make me smile. Once when I could not seem to get out of a deep depression and I kept trying to contact him and he would not come I was so distraught. Finally, one day he came but he told me I had to stop crying on our visits or he could not come. And so our visits became ones where we just talked. These visits have probably kept me alive.

There have been a lot of other contact too. The most common is turning off street lights as I drive by. This has happened to my husband as well. Twice it has happened when we were together and happened to be talking about how much we missed him. Three times he has come through on my Ipod, twice it was witnessed by others. I had recorded some audio of him from our last Christmas video onto my Ipod so if I wanted to hear his voice I could. Two times the Ipod had been locked in the off position but came on playing this audio. Once his cousin and I were talking about how much it hurt to lose him and I had my Ipod playing music. Suddenly the music stopped and the audio of Ryan came on. This cannot be a co-incidence.

I am always interested to hear about signs others have received. I do believe our children are still with us...they are just in another form. Although I would love to have Ryan with me as he was, I will gladly welcome him now that he has crossed over.
Joyce, my heart goes out to you for not only the pain of losing your daughter but for what must have been a very difficult times of the unknown during those five days. I share in your belief your daughter chose her time. Our children loved us and never wanted to see us in pain. I know people through The Compassionate Friends who have undergone similar stories and it was so very difficult for them to make the final decision to let their child go. You were blessed to know you daughter made her own decision. Although I know the pain would have been very hard, I still sometimes wish I could have been at his side though when he passed. To think he was alone hurts badly. But through the blessing of his visits I have been comforted that he felt no pain. Ironically, almost two years after he died my husband's niece went to an 'angel reader' and Ryan came through in that reading. She told me about Ryan coming through and asked me if Ryan was resusitated (sp?) at the scene. Yes, he was. She then told me I had to hear the recording of this session. I listened and was amazed. In the middle of this reading as she was telling her about her grandmother (also passed) she suddenly stopped and said there was a young man, maybe 19 coming through. First she asked if her grandmother had a brother who died. No. Did you have a cousin who died. Yes. This young man is showing me the letter "D" and is trying to tell me he to get in touch with this person. Do you know who "D" is. Yes, probably his mother, Diane. He wants you to tell her he felt no pain. At the impact (Ryan hit the back of a car) he said it was as if he closed his eyes and was immediately lifted up. He said he could see them working on him but he felt none of the pain. He wants her to know this. I felt so reassured. Not only had Ryan tried to tell me all this but two years later he comes through. I think people thought I was a bit crazy when I told them Ryan came through. And then this affirmation.

Sorry to rattle on here but this is such a lovely place where we can say these things and there is understanding that the bond between parent and child is such a strong one. We NEED to talk about these children of ours. Their death did not take away the fact the were and still are OURS. I am glad you have found this place and I wish you and your husband peace thought I know it is so hard to come by. God bless.

JOYCE MASHER said:
Diane, thank you so much for this wonderful story of your visit from your son. My condolences. Since I joined this discussion site in the last few days, I cant seem to get off it. I keep receiving emails of posts. I love it. It makes me know I am not in this alone.
So the reason I am replying to you besides the obvioius reason we are all reading this stuff, is this:

My daughter was in ICU after an accident also and never regained consciousness. After 5 days ,we were told no more meds would help and that she had no responses to any of the tests they do for brasin dead patients. It was time to take her off the resperator when the nurse said, wait, she is going. Your story has made me believe she had a part in it.
I have a sister diane, so that was a coincidence too. I have not yet posted the messages that she has sent to her friends, but I will. I just wanted to thank you again for making my day. I showed my husband your story too and we both cried.




Diane said:
I have had many, many signs from my son Ryan who died 4 years ago in a skateboarding accident at age 18. The first was a visit. It was NOT a dream. It happened about three months after Ryan's death. The night before I was uncontrollably screaming that I didn't even know where my son was; how I was his mother and I SHOULD know. This went on until my husband fed me enough xanax to make me sleep. The next afternoon my brother-in-law and sister-in-law were coming in to town to visit us and wanted to go out to dinner. I did not want to go, I didn't want to eat, I didn't want to make small talk. I just wanted to stay home and cry. Just before they were to arrive I started to have an anxiety attack. I couldn't take xanax to calm down so I decided to do a meditation / relaxation exercise I had learned. It had always put me into a trans-like rest that cleared my mind. In my bedroom I began to go through the steps of the meditation. I recall being able to hear my husband in the other room cleaning the kitchen and wishing he would be quiet so I could go into my deep, calm. Part of the exercise is walking up a flight of steps to a door, opening the door to find the most beautiful place ever. In the past I had used an image of a beautiful cove, silent and serene where I would feel out of body and could see myself resting on the sand yet feeling no sensations of the sand, sound or weather. On this occassion, I did the same yet something black kept fading in and out of view. This had never happened before. The black "image" kept getting larger but had no definition. And then suddenly, the "image" was clear and it was my son Ryan. "Mama" is all he said. Again, as if I was out of body I got up and embraced him, asking him where he has been. He proceeded to tell me he was in heaven and he was ok. I was not dreaming, I was not sleeping. I could still hear my husband in the other room and I was worried his noise would make this wonderful experience stop. Thankfully, it did not.

For about 10 minutes or so Ryan and I had a conversation about his crossing over. Oddly, as we visited there were no longer any images of the cove. It was just me and Ryan in a very non-descript space. I had a lot of anger about Ryan's accident because it was his foolishness and wrecklessness that caused his death. He did not die instantly though he stopped breathing at the scene and was revived. Transported to the hospital he was breathing but stopped and they had to put him on life support. Although I raced to the hospital, Ryan died ten minutes before I got there. I was devastated that I was unable to say good-bye and for a very long time thought if I had been able to reach him I would have "willed" him to fight and continue living.

Ryan told me how sorry he was to have taken such a chance. He knew he had hurt me and his dad so much and asked for forgiveness. He also wanted me to know he did not feel the pain. He said he was able to watch the medics work on him at the scene and then at the hospital. I asked him why he could not have waited for me to get to the hospital before he passed. His response, "Honestly, mom, I could see them working hard to keep me alive and then they put me on life support and I overheard a nurse say, 'if this kid makes it, he'll be a vegetable'. "Mom, I decided I didn't want you and dad to see me like that, I didn't want to be like that and most of all I didn't want you and dad to have to make the decision to turn off the life support, so I just let go mom."

I have to believe he came to me because he had seen me the night before so distraught with wondering where he was. He has visited me like this many times. It does not happen every time I go into this deep meditation. I cannot "make" it happen. I feel very blessed to have this gift. My grandmother and her mother had spiritual gifts. My mother died when I was 10 and she visited me but it was an appearance and it scared me so badly. She never appeared to me again and I regret that. When Ryan died I told him I was open to him contacting me and though I might be shaken by it, I begged him to not go away as my mother did. I don't know if it was this openess, the meditation or what. I would say in four years I have had visits from him probably 20 times or more. When our visit time was up he would just tell me "I have to go now." I would beg him to let me stay with him but he'd just tell me I couldn't but he would be back.

Often I would cry when we visited. He was a comical kid and whenever he made me so mad he could flash this smile and tell me, "Relax, mom, smile...you KNOW you want to smile!" And he always seemed to make me smile. Once when I could not seem to get out of a deep depression and I kept trying to contact him and he would not come I was so distraught. Finally, one day he came but he told me I had to stop crying on our visits or he could not come. And so our visits became ones where we just talked. These visits have probably kept me alive.

There have been a lot of other contact too. The most common is turning off street lights as I drive by. This has happened to my husband as well. Twice it has happened when we were together and happened to be talking about how much we missed him. Three times he has come through on my Ipod, twice it was witnessed by others. I had recorded some audio of him from our last Christmas video onto my Ipod so if I wanted to hear his voice I could. Two times the Ipod had been locked in the off position but came on playing this audio. Once his cousin and I were talking about how much it hurt to lose him and I had my Ipod playing music. Suddenly the music stopped and the audio of Ryan came on. This cannot be a co-incidence.

I am always interested to hear about signs others have received. I do believe our children are still with us...they are just in another form. Although I would love to have Ryan with me as he was, I will gladly welcome him now that he has crossed over.
Thank you for replying with the gift you also possess. What an angel you have been to those so in need in there last days. And shame on those who let you go and denied to the patients some comfort. Your message from the woman was undoubtedly a way to let you know you made a difference and she knew she could trust you to take care of something she could not. And what a wonderful gift to her husband and children to hear from two different people the same thing. On this discussion I replied to Joyce about Ryan coming through with a message to someone else. I don't know if you can see it here so I'll include it at the end of this posting. It was awesome.

I totally agree that to receive the messages of those who have passed you must be receptive. I refuse to shut out what comes through me. Although my gift is not nearly as strong as your in that I do not see these souls among the living, I must tell you that when I am in that meditative state and receptive there are people who come through. At first it startled me and then I just told them to pass through me, it was okay. I have no idea who they are. I just have this feeling that they do not have anyone who is open to them coming through.

Anyway, thanks for your story. I so believe.

Here's the posting I sent to Joyce:
Ironically, almost two years after he died my husband's niece went to an 'angel reader' and Ryan came through in that reading. She told me about Ryan coming through and asked me if Ryan was resusitated (sp?) at the scene. Yes, he was. She then told me I had to hear the recording of this session. I listened and was amazed. In the middle of this reading as she was telling her about her grandmother (also passed) she suddenly stopped and said there was a young man, maybe 19 coming through. First she asked if her grandmother had a brother who died. No. Did you have a cousin who died. Yes. This young man is showing me the letter "D" and is trying to tell me he to get in touch with this person. Do you know who "D" is. Yes, probably his mother, Diane. He wants you to tell her he felt no pain. At the impact (Ryan hit the back of a car) he said it was as if he closed his eyes and was immediately lifted up. He said he could see them working on him but he felt none of the pain. He wants her to know this. I felt so reassured. Not only had Ryan tried to tell me all this but two years later he comes through. I think people thought I was a bit crazy when I told them Ryan came through. And then this affirmation.

(white dove) said:
Dear Diane, Thank u for telling about your very sacred times with your son! I and my daughter have had quite a few also from my dear mom. I too pray that my mom will come in as your son has and does, but her contact is much more subtle. Your writings remind me of a dear friend who had passed about 13 years ago. I was working in an oncology office. Where i was urged frequently to not show empathy, compassion and "move em faster"!! My hugs and sharing with family members was "not profitable" for the administration!!! I would nod my head and continue in being me. After 3 official warnings i was fired. This did devistate me because, i would not see all my loved ones "patients" who had shared so much with me and i with them. I mourned the loss of my job. a few months after, i had a dream where i met up with a gal from the clinic. Oh she was SO beautiful, as she was before her treatments. Makeup perfect, hair thick and styled etc... I started crying immediately... She told me, You cant cry or i will not be able to come to you anymore!!! I instantly dried my eyes. I asked her why she chose me, she said she knew i was receptive. she asked me to do her a favor and contact her husband and check on her kids. For she didnt prepare them for her passing~ I promised her i would! It took me a couple weeks to get ahold of her husband and i asked him if he was sitting down? Then i proceeded to tell him about my dream.. he assured me that the girls were doing o.k. considering they were mourning their mom, but he had some help and things were "under control". He was a strong man!! Then he asked if I was sitting down? I told him yes.. he told me his wife's best friend on earth had called him a week prior and told him of the very same dream!!!! This dear soul was covering ALL bases!! I too was scared with my "gift" at a young age. So i closed it out. Now... its wide open and i recieve many "signs" from many "visitors". Some of which i dont wish to see or feel (chronically ill friends angels-spirits waiting for them) etc. I don't share all that i see or feel. some friends visit and i can see their angels right over thier shoulders... I am never alone. And now i have settled into this Gods gift, and it really is comforting. Many Blessings to u today and to all here!

Diane said:
I have had many, many signs from my son Ryan who died 4 years ago in a skateboarding accident at age 18. The first was a visit. It was NOT a dream. It happened about three months after Ryan's death. The night before I was uncontrollably screaming that I didn't even know where my son was; how I was his mother and I SHOULD know. This went on until my husband fed me enough xanax to make me sleep. The next afternoon my brother-in-law and sister-in-law were coming in to town to visit us and wanted to go out to dinner. I did not want to go, I didn't want to eat, I didn't want to make small talk. I just wanted to stay home and cry. Just before they were to arrive I started to have an anxiety attack. I couldn't take xanax to calm down so I decided to do a meditation / relaxation exercise I had learned. It had always put me into a trans-like rest that cleared my mind. In my bedroom I began to go through the steps of the meditation. I recall being able to hear my husband in the other room cleaning the kitchen and wishing he would be quiet so I could go into my deep, calm. Part of the exercise is walking up a flight of steps to a door, opening the door to find the most beautiful place ever. In the past I had used an image of a beautiful cove, silent and serene where I would feel out of body and could see myself resting on the sand yet feeling no sensations of the sand, sound or weather. On this occassion, I did the same yet something black kept fading in and out of view. This had never happened before. The black "image" kept getting larger but had no definition. And then suddenly, the "image" was clear and it was my son Ryan. "Mama" is all he said. Again, as if I was out of body I got up and embraced him, asking him where he has been. He proceeded to tell me he was in heaven and he was ok. I was not dreaming, I was not sleeping. I could still hear my husband in the other room and I was worried his noise would make this wonderful experience stop. Thankfully, it did not.

For about 10 minutes or so Ryan and I had a conversation about his crossing over. Oddly, as we visited there were no longer any images of the cove. It was just me and Ryan in a very non-descript space. I had a lot of anger about Ryan's accident because it was his foolishness and wrecklessness that caused his death. He did not die instantly though he stopped breathing at the scene and was revived. Transported to the hospital he was breathing but stopped and they had to put him on life support. Although I raced to the hospital, Ryan died ten minutes before I got there. I was devastated that I was unable to say good-bye and for a very long time thought if I had been able to reach him I would have "willed" him to fight and continue living.

Ryan told me how sorry he was to have taken such a chance. He knew he had hurt me and his dad so much and asked for forgiveness. He also wanted me to know he did not feel the pain. He said he was able to watch the medics work on him at the scene and then at the hospital. I asked him why he could not have waited for me to get to the hospital before he passed. His response, "Honestly, mom, I could see them working hard to keep me alive and then they put me on life support and I overheard a nurse say, 'if this kid makes it, he'll be a vegetable'. "Mom, I decided I didn't want you and dad to see me like that, I didn't want to be like that and most of all I didn't want you and dad to have to make the decision to turn off the life support, so I just let go mom."

I have to believe he came to me because he had seen me the night before so distraught with wondering where he was. He has visited me like this many times. It does not happen every time I go into this deep meditation. I cannot "make" it happen. I feel very blessed to have this gift. My grandmother and her mother had spiritual gifts. My mother died when I was 10 and she visited me but it was an appearance and it scared me so badly. She never appeared to me again and I regret that. When Ryan died I told him I was open to him contacting me and though I might be shaken by it, I begged him to not go away as my mother did. I don't know if it was this openess, the meditation or what. I would say in four years I have had visits from him probably 20 times or more. When our visit time was up he would just tell me "I have to go now." I would beg him to let me stay with him but he'd just tell me I couldn't but he would be back.

Often I would cry when we visited. He was a comical kid and whenever he made me so mad he could flash this smile and tell me, "Relax, mom, smile...you KNOW you want to smile!" And he always seemed to make me smile. Once when I could not seem to get out of a deep depression and I kept trying to contact him and he would not come I was so distraught. Finally, one day he came but he told me I had to stop crying on our visits or he could not come. And so our visits became ones where we just talked. These visits have probably kept me alive.

There have been a lot of other contact too. The most common is turning off street lights as I drive by. This has happened to my husband as well. Twice it has happened when we were together and happened to be talking about how much we missed him. Three times he has come through on my Ipod, twice it was witnessed by others. I had recorded some audio of him from our last Christmas video onto my Ipod so if I wanted to hear his voice I could. Two times the Ipod had been locked in the off position but came on playing this audio. Once his cousin and I were talking about how much it hurt to lose him and I had my Ipod playing music. Suddenly the music stopped and the audio of Ryan came on. This cannot be a co-incidence.

I am always interested to hear about signs others have received. I do believe our children are still with us...they are just in another form. Although I would love to have Ryan with me as he was, I will gladly welcome him now that he has crossed over.
Glorious! What joy this must have given you!

Marina Angel said:

On my page Marina Angel- are pics I took over the year "searching" for "mijoAngel" and I think I found him
Diane said:
Glorious! What joy this must have given you!

Marina Angel said:

On my page Marina Angel- are pics I took over the year "searching" for "mijoAngel" and I think I found him
I already saw this amazing picture many times and never get tired.
Thank you for sharing it with us!

amaryllis said:
Diane said:
Glorious! What joy this must have given you!

Marina Angel said:

On my page Marina Angel- are pics I took over the year "searching" for "mijoAngel" and I think I found him
Since My Son Passed on June 22 2009 I have always asked him to send me nickles, Pennies are easy to find, so I always ask for nickles, I have really bad days and I will usually find a nickle and it lightens my heart for a few seconds, I am always second guessing myself... I havent slept for 2 days now, maybe a total of 4 hours or so, I attended a friends memorial for her baby daughter Lilyana tonight down at our marina to let off balloons, I had just signed Joeys name to the poster, and when I was walking back to the car, this is what I found... It is a nickle, the cross is carved out of the nickle, I was in shock, but then I was again second guessing... could this really be a sign that he is there with me... I need to know if I am just having wishful thinking. I miss him so much and love him as we all do our loved ones.

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