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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violet la pollo said:
yes I am a believer as you will understand,my father passed away 1994 I missed him almost as much as my mother did,on june 8,2002 as I was making my bed I felt the presence of someone and then in my daddys voice I heard him say haliloke tomorrow I am coming for your mother,i was so upset I screamed no and ran outside to tell my husband who of course did not believe me,I called mother several times that day and evening and asked her to come spend the night since she lives a few towns away but she said no thankyou,I did not sleep and when I woke up in the morning I waited for her everyday call at 10;am when she did not call I tried to reach her and left a message thinking my brother who at times would take her out for breakfast with her grandaughter I panicked and as my husband said wait and give them time to get back,at 11;30 I was ready to pick the phone up when it rang,my brother asked to speak to my husband in a very calm voice,I asked to speak to mother but he said I can talk to her after he talked to my husband ,as soon as I heard my husband say WHEN I knew and became hysterical i ran around the house shutting my ears so my husband could not tell me but he wrapped me in his arms and told me mother had passed away a short while ago while sitting at the table putting her eye drops in ,as i went to be with her ,out of my mind with grief I could sense my father once more and as I held my mothers hand I could hear his voice say I told you and now we are together again so yes I believe just as before mother passed away my husband of 48 years bedridden with bone cancer told me had a dream about my mother whom he loved he would not tell me but the following day mother came to me and said please you have to be strong it is time for sonny to go home,his pain and suffering is too much for him and I will watch over him that night christmas eve 2007 my beloved went to be with the lord and my mother ,THERE IS WITHOUT DOUBT MESSAGES FROM THE DECEASED AND WE HAVE TO LISTEN TO THEM NOT THINK IT IS OUR AMAGINATION,I KNOW BETTER
I have had three strange dreams since my husband died a year ago Valentines Day. It was a long time before I dreamed about him at all and then when I did it was just me and him in the dream. There were no words ever spoken but in each of these dreams he hugged me. The last one was on the first anniversary of his death. I dreamed I was in bed and laying on my left side, just as I always did. He got into bed with me and snuggled up to my back and put his arm around my waist. I swear it was real. I could feel him. A friend of mine says that those 3 dreams is Roy coming to me and letting me know he is ok. God, I want to believe that is true.
Its true. I don't just believe because that implies
doubt, I KNOW! People, even pets, have presented
their self to me. Not only relatives. And give to
me messages for their loved ones. 
The veil to the Other Side is thinner than 
celaphane we cover over food. Is not uncommen for
them to hang around, even attend their own
funeral. Try to comfort, even joke and laugh,
poke fun. They are free. 
Still, even though I knew a death was coming
and being *prepared* I did not get it that it
was my son. Until one night I *felt* something
was wrong. I called the police and asked them to 
check on him. Our car just happened to be broke
down. 
They were in the process to call next of kin.
Me. And when the phone rang so quickly back,
I heard "coroner" and "Your son..." and screamed
and screamed. 
Had taken his life and could not be seen. Had taken his life
the very last day we talked. And we talked about
God. How God LOVES with no conditions, no
lables or tags. And  he laughed a joy. I was
so hurt I could not bear to see anyone else's
pain. Yet KNEW he had not done what he did
to hurt me.
I did not know how to grieve. Where to start. 
Felt like I had failed to save his life with so 
many *pointers.* One of many was a scroll 
handed to me in a dream. I unrolled it.
Across the top was DEATH. Below it the 
number 17. Always I added numbers, not this
time. For months when the 17th came I'd wonder.
He died in the 8 month on the 8th day in
2010. 1+7 is 8.
In time I understood I could not stop him. Still
I dared anyone to say what he did, there was more
than one finger on that gun. Like a tigress, I was.
Protecting him and praying, praying,  praying.
Six months later he contacted me. Set the TV to 
record 3 days a week of wrestling (WWW) for my
husband. Joe, my son, did this out of love.
My husband, Joe's only real father, never watched
it. But now he does in case Joe pops in or watching
from the Other Side.
He KNOWS that sweet, precious LOVE we talked
about. And I trust God.
Still I miss him, but finally he is happy.


Sandra Johansen said:
I have had three strange dreams since my husband died a year ago Valentines Day. It was a long time before I dreamed about him at all and then when I did it was just me and him in the dream. There were no words ever spoken but in each of these dreams he hugged me. The last one was on the first anniversary of his death. I dreamed I was in bed and laying on my left side, just as I always did. He got into bed with me and snuggled up to my back and put his arm around my waist. I swear it was real. I could feel him. A friend of mine says that those 3 dreams is Roy coming to me and letting me know he is ok. God, I want to believe that is true.
Sandra Johansen said:
I have had three strange dreams since my husband died a year ago Valentines Day. It was a long time before I dreamed about him at all and then when I did it was just me and him in the dream. There were no words ever spoken but in each of these dreams he hugged me. The last one was on the first anniversary of his death. I dreamed I was in bed and laying on my left side, just as I always did. He got into bed with me and snuggled up to my back and put his arm around my waist. I swear it was real. I could feel him. A friend of mine says that those 3 dreams is Roy coming to me and letting me know he is ok. God, I want to believe that is true.
My 20 year old son Ryan passed away June 7, 2008 from a swimming accident. My family and I have recieved many signs from my son. I get signs every day. One of the most incredible signs was when I was in my bathroom a few days after he passed. It was 3 in the morning and I heard low music playing. The boom box was shut off and no tvs or music was playing in the house. It played for about 10 minutes in the bathroom. Ryan always listened to music in the bathroom when he was getting ready for the day. We didn't know how he drowned. A month later my 25 year old cousin Caitlin passed away in her sleep from an accidental drug overdose. The next day her parents called their spiritual advisor where they used to live (on the other side of the US). She told them that Caitlin is with a thin young man with blonde hair. He is a new spirit. They are happy and content and they are inseparable. He has a message for his loved ones and it's important that they get it. He had a weak heart and it was undetected. Ryan let us know what happened because he knew we were wondering. My sister saw Ryan in her living room. She was napping on the couch and she was startled awake. There was Ryan with his back to her looking around. He turned around, smiled at her and then disappeared.
Dear Carie, As I read your entry I couldn't believe some of the similarities... I am also a nurse and my son Paul was born July 21,1986, he was 21 when he died in a car accident, he passed on Sept. 21, 2007, The day my heart broke, it has been a long journey and I don't think the pain of losing a child will ever go away, I think we as mother's who adore our sons learn how to somehow re-define who we are here on this earth without our sons... It's an incredibly painful journey, one I don't wish for any mother...my son had a little baby girl, my grandaughter, Ariana just three weeks before he died, at the time I was worried about his age and having his baby but now I know what a precious gift from heaven she is and what a legacy he has left behind... I had the infamous two police officers come to my door on a Friday night, I am sure after witnessing my response to the news, they went racing home to hug their children... my son was a comedian, a gifted musician who also suffered from ADHD... never did well in school and always relied heavily on me, he was incredibly sensitive and compassionate, his father and I divorced in 1997 and between my 2 children he suffered the most from this, a very emotional child... My daughter Krystal is 25 and getting married Sept 26th this year, she wanted to help take the "STING" out of Sept... I miss my son so very much and everyday I whisper his name followed by "I LOVE YOU"... I have received so many signs from him and what I urge everyone to do is ask for specific signs... mine started with, "Paul, if you can hear me and you are happy, send me a penny with the date 1986 on it", the year of his birth, in that day I found that penny, then I asked for a penny with the date 2007 on it to signify the year he passed, that day I found it, I now have a collection of pennies, and I smile everytime I pick one up because even though I have run out of specific denominations to ask for I know he sends them... also when my Mom died 26 years ago, I ask her to send me "yellow and black butterflies" whenever I am in need, somehow a yellow and black butterfly appears, this happened in "March" this year... who finds butterflies in March??? anyway, many times certain music comes on that I feel is a sure sign from heaven and as much as I miss my beautiful son I try to make my love for him larger than my pain, I keep him ahead of me, always knowing each day that passes, I get closer to him, I know I probably have much work yet to do here and I want to love my daughter and my grandaughter for a long time but I wait for the day I can give my only son the biggest hug and kiss and feel him lift me up and twirl me around like he used to... until that day, I live in honor of him and for him, Don't get me wrong, I cry and cry and cry... I hurt so bad... but I also know how upset he used to get seeing me cry, he never slept until he made things "right" and I feel that now there is no difference other then the very thin realm of the spirit world, so he is very much aware of my pain and tears... I must really be driving him crazy... I could write forever but... I wanted to offer my condolences, so heartfelt to you and your family and everyone hear on this forum who experiences such pain in losing a loved one... All my light and Love... Sonja Grube
My wonderful stepmother passed at the age of 56 due to cancer. She was not ready either, and gave it all she had to live. She went through all the treatments available to no avail. She had a 8 month grandson and a handicapped daughter that she didn't want to leave and a loving extended family that loved her very much.
I hope you find peace. I believe your sister would want you to be happy and live life in it's fullness because she fought so hard for herself. Many blessings to you and your family.


Anne Saunders said:
Hi Karen:

Thank you Karen. But do you ever get mad that your son has gone besides grieve? I'm mad since my sister's time wasn't now. She fought with every new chemo drug on the market known to man and they still failed her (she even flew to North Carolina to try something new). Even to the end, she could never accept the fact that she was dying because she had fought so hard for so long and that no chemo drug could save her now. She really wanted to live and even my mom said so. I guess in time I'll deal with that but that's why I wish I could hear from her that she has finally accepted it. Take care.
Almost 24 years ago (08/24/1985), when I was 17, my mother died at the age of 40 and last week my best friend died (07/06/2009), at the age of 40. I have never felt that I received a sign of some sort from my mother, but at my age then, I guess I was too afraid to be open to the supernatural, and she knew that and would never put me in the position of possibly frightening me. Last week in the time between his death and his funeral, I kept asking Jeff (in my head, sometimes out loud) for some sign that would let me know that he was ok. I don't know if I was going nuts or if I was really receiving signs, but I feel as though something really did happen. The biggest sign that I felt I got was my hair being touched. One lock of my hair moved in a fashion as though someone was curling it around their finger, rubbing it back and forth (making it tickle my arm) and then straightening it completely out (my hair has never been completely straight a day in my life). Of course it made me smile from memories of him actually playing with my hair and the possibility that it might actually be him. I don't know if it was him for sure, because when I told him that if it really was him, he could stop and I would know for sure that he was ok, it didn't stop (but then, that would also be like him :) One way I would have known for sure, is if he would have tugged it when he was done playing with it. I miss him terribly, but I have not felt any signs since his funeral.
Dear Karen, I just lost my son in a motorcycle accident last month 6/22/09, My heart is broken in a million pieces....How do I survive this and keep the faith?????

Karen Monsalve said:
Hi Melissa, my name is karen, and i just joined after i saw your story. my heart goes out to you, but most of all, i can relate to you, and i do understand what ur saying about the cell phone thing. I went thru that,after my only son was killed in a motorcycle accident. the love of my life, my pride and joy, gone. gone forever. And so many strange things happen with his cell phone, and so many other strange things. It made me feel better, knowing that other people go thru this stuff also, and im not crazy. . But to talk to people who have never gone thru, they just think ur crazy. I really think ur boyfriend was telling you he was ok, and is doing good,and will keep you safe, he was telling you not to cry. Have you ever read sylvia brown books? she is really good,and i belive her, cause of the grief,and all the strange things i went thru. I belive in what she says. She says this is hell,here on earth. Are love ones are in a great place,and they know how much we miss them. Stay strong melissa, he is looking over you at all times, and wants you to stay strong. God bless.
Tami,

I'm sorry for your loss. It's not easy and no one can tell you how to survive. I don't think anyone really has the answer. My aunt lost her only son, who was 16, and we buried him 3 days before my 10th birthday. It has been 25 years and when my boyfriend died I asked her the same question. She told me the same thing; she doesn't know. You just chug along...Some days are good and some are bad (my bad days are still REALLY bad). Before you know it time passes and it gets a bit better. I still find it difficult after almost 7 months. My aunt says the same after 25 years...My favorite saying (which people I know get mad at me when I say it but it is so true) 'Strength is how well you hide the pain.' People have been telling me they admire me for my strength over the past several months. If they only knew the truth....

Tami said:
Dear Karen, I just lost my son in a motorcycle accident last month 6/22/09, My heart is broken in a million pieces....How do I survive this and keep the faith?????

Karen Monsalve said:
Hi Melissa, my name is karen, and i just joined after i saw your story. my heart goes out to you, but most of all, i can relate to you, and i do understand what ur saying about the cell phone thing. I went thru that,after my only son was killed in a motorcycle accident. the love of my life, my pride and joy, gone. gone forever. And so many strange things happen with his cell phone, and so many other strange things. It made me feel better, knowing that other people go thru this stuff also, and im not crazy. . But to talk to people who have never gone thru, they just think ur crazy. I really think ur boyfriend was telling you he was ok, and is doing good,and will keep you safe, he was telling you not to cry. Have you ever read sylvia brown books? she is really good,and i belive her, cause of the grief,and all the strange things i went thru. I belive in what she says. She says this is hell,here on earth. Are love ones are in a great place,and they know how much we miss them. Stay strong melissa, he is looking over you at all times, and wants you to stay strong. God bless.
Dear Melinda...
I understand your thoughts and emotions so well. Bare with me.... My son Jordan, passed away 4-29-07. I wanted so badly to get a message from him. My ex-brother-in-law had even got one... some of Jordan's friends recieved them too. My other son Miloh , was having dream after dream of messages from him. And I thought, well "Miloh needed them more." Then one night I went to sleep, (which wasn't easy for me to do since he passed), I had a dream about him. It had been so long I didn't think he was going to come to me. In my dream I was very upset at a little boy and went to find his parents because the boy had taken out all my pictures and letters that I kept in a folder-type album, of my son. I was going to get him in trouble somehow. But...I couldn't find his parents. As I was walking back to my truck, there stood Jordan! He is 6'4", and still just as tall. I said to him... Jordan, are you okay? He gave me a little smile/smerk, as if to say of course I am, why wouldn't I be? And I walked up to him and touched his face, and said..."are you sure your okay?" He said..Yeah! Hey Mom, can you pick me up?
And I thought for a moment, (how am I going to do that, because in my dream I knew he was gone); but I replied to him "sure Jordan, of course I'll pick you up!" Then he replied back and said..."will you pick me up at the casino"? And I started laughing and I woke up. 3:30 am, and I wanted so bad to go back to sleep.
I was telling my friend Chris, about my dream the next day, and she said, did I ever tell you about mine? She had had one 8 months before I did, and now I understand why. Listen to this one.... Chris was actually a friend of Jordan's, she is his age, now almost 26. She is a very sweet young woman, and is very spiritial, but is not a Christian....she is still searching.
Anyway, in her dream she and her mother were on their way to a family gathering of some-sort, and when she got there, it was all about religion. She said she was mad. Everyone there was telling her..."You HAVE to believe, in God, you have to." She got into a huge fight with everyone that was there, and she said thats it...I am otta here! And slammed the door behind her. She said she was so mad, she was crying. And as she was walking toward her car she heard something and turned around and saw Jordan. He was leaning up against the house... and he said to her..." So...ya never wanna see me again, or what?" And it stunned her.
How can you argue with that?
And I think somehow when we want our messages, we have to remember still, "IN GOD'S TIME". I needed one so bad, but she needed it more. You will get your message, and many more to come. My daughter still hasen't, and I get bits and pieces. I know your not alright...I know you are hurting. I am too. This is very hard, our lives have forever changed. And We will NEVER get OVER it...but WE WILL GET THROUGH IT!
....................Write back...Leslie

Melinda said:
Hello. I have had a lot of death over the last year. And of all deaths, i would love to have some sign from my father. I pray and wait and wait for some type of sign he is okay. I do know deep down in my heart that he is okay but i would love a sign. My nephew committed suicide September of 2008. I think or felt that i did receive a sign from him. But i want something from my dad. My aunt told me that i will not receive anything from my dad because he knows i am okay. But i am not okay. I am hanging on by a thread everyday. I would take even a dream would be nice. Continuing to wait..........
Lori, It's amazing how over the past couple of months I have experienced more. I had an experience in my apartment when I was trying to go to sleep. I know it was him. I told some of my friends and they just looked at me like I was crazy. I went out of town in May and a friend stayed here to take care of my dogs. He told me, at work, that he had the same experience. I started laughing and told everyone, 'See, I'm not crazy.' I know Bill is here. I can feel him in here. At times I catch glimpses from the corner of my eye. I do have other experiences (once in a while) of him. For example, everytime he would kiss the side of my neck I would get goose bumps on the entire one side of my body that he kissed. At work last night, and one time before at home, I had a very cold sensation on one side of my neck and then I got the same goose bumps down that one side of my body. Both times I just stopped, smiled, and put my hand over the part of my neck where I felt it. It is wonderful and heartbreaking at the same time...

Lori said:
That is so great that he came through like that for you. He is with you always, tell him you still love him, (smile) My experiences I know alot of people won't believe. A close friend of mine told me to start paying attention, then the day came and unexpected I got this chilling cold air, almost like you can see your breathe in the winter. Mine you, it was 74 degrees in my house. I knew it was my family on the other side. Five of them in front of me getting my attention. Yes, I cried alot to. Lost two brothers four months apart. The other three were few years apart. Often time I just sit on my couch and my right leg always get extremely cold. Tonight, I was on computer, hum, I felt this hand of some sort on my left shoulder area, I thought it was my husband, and I turned to say something to him and realized it was not him. Butterflys is what I always see, white birds flying low around the house. One morning I saw two humming birds out my backdoor, just sitting there. LOL I just knew in my heart it was my mother and father. If we all just slow down as I said previous in a response, we can see the signs. Honestly just burn a white candle each day and talk to them on the other side. Ask for any little signs and you will see. That was the advice my best friend gave me over two years ago, at first I was frustrated, but then realized that there is to be no interuptions while doing this. Hope this helps in some ways. Much love to everyone in here and God bless you all. Our angles are always with us.

Melissa said:
My boyfriend always felt bad when I would get upset and start crying. If we were having a serious conversation and my eyes started to fill with tears he would make a funny face at me til I either smiled or laughed. After his sudden death on Christmas Eve morning he came to me in his way. 2 days after he died, I was on the phone with my friend and was hysterically crying. All of a sudden I dropped my signal on my cell phone. When I looked at my phone, I had 3 bars. Every time I cried on the phone I dropped my call but it never happened when I wasn't crying. Then later that night at work (we worked together at the same bar), I started breaking down again. As I cried the light outside the front door, where I was working, began to flicker. I stopped crying. Later when I started crying again, the light flickered again. The light switch is in the office where no one was at. That light has never flickered before or since then. I believe it was his way to make me stop crying since he couldn't make a face at me....may sound stupid but that's what I believe.

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