Messages from the other side

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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Permalink Reply by Leslie on June 7, 2010 at 5:06pm

My fiance's daughter had an aneurism early May of 2010 and she was announced brain dead 2 days later. The hospital kept her body alive because she was an organ donor. On the last day her body was alive I was driving south on the freeway and in the sky there were the most unusual clouds. Two looked like ringlets from a girls hair and the other two came straight down from the sky. One was pure white and the one behind it was dark gray - It looked like a stairway. I was sure it was something she had created as she was an extremely creative person, and was trying to send me a message for her dad, that she was okay. I wish now that I had taken a picture.

Permalink Reply by Connie on June 7, 2010 at 6:32pm

i do believe that our loved ones can come back to talk to us. My Mom passed away in 1977. I never dreamt of her until June of 1984 when she came to me crying so very hard that she could not talk. A few days later my husband had a massive heart attack and went into cardiac arrest 3 times. The doctors were able to save him and although he had major heart damage, he did remarkably well for about 15 years. Then he began having some problems, another heart attack that the doctors did not think he would survive. It came time for a heart transplant. Again my Mom came to me in my sleep and this time she was very happy. I asked her to wait so that I could get my husband and children from the other room so that they could see her because they would not believe me that she was there. She waited, my husband and girls came in, she put her arms around us all and hugged us. My husband got a new heart and we had him for another 9 1/2 years. He passed on November 9, 2009. Since then, he has come to me one time to tell me that he can walk again and it doesn't hurt him. In all my grief, I know that he is now all better. Thanks be to God.

Permalink Reply by Sherilyn on June 17, 2010 at 1:27am

I didn't use to believe in being able to contact the other side. I do believe they contact you in dreams now. And I do believe that they contact you through others. For instance, I did not believe in John Edwards, or mediums. But, the most amazing thing happened to me when I had the opportunity to see John Edwards in SLC, Utah right after my 3rd child died....I lost 2 from suicides, and 1 from an accidental overdose, and just before he died, I lost my husband in an accident and my dad from Alzemheimers. All within 3 1/2 yrs of each other. Anyway, while seeing John Edward he kept mentioning to the woman directly behind me, about K's, or C's? coming through. The lady behind me kept saying, "no, no K's or C's?" and I said, "Well, I do." And John said, "No, it's right there, with her." So, I let it go. And thought, "Oh, well." Then I stood up with some other people I was with, as he was directly on with the their son, who died just recently. When he mentioned a quilt, did that mean anything to any of us. Stupidly, and I am still angry with myself, I said, "Well, yes, my dauther-in-law is making a quilt out of my son's clothes?" And John said, "Did he bring it to you?" "He is indicating he brought it to you". And again, I said, "No?" and John looked puzzled. Then he said, does St. Patricks day mean anything to you? and again I was thinking of one of their birthdays or something? and I said, "No?" Then John asked me, "How many crossed over recently?" and I said, "I just recently lost 3 children and a husband." And again he looked very confused, and then said, "Someone is showing me something, that is huge, monumental? size?" And he made a hand gesture indicating something huge, something very big...and I said, "No, hmmm?" By then John was through with me.....Then he went on to someone else....and I thought to myself, "Ya, I knew it was all just a hoax!" and we left. I left with an empty feeling. Then on the was home, it hit me. "Oh my!" Then I remembered the quilt that my son Kevin brought to me just hours before he went home, and died....he brought it to me, a quilt that my other son had loaned out and I was angry with him for loaning it out, and my oldest son went and found it, and brought it to me!!! And then I thought, you dummy! My husband favorite day of the year was St. Patricks Day, and on his headstone, I have a 4 leaf clover........and the monumental thing that John saw was Kevin's Bronco that he had specially painted. That Bronco was his pride and joy.... And the 3 K's and C's that the lady directly behind me couldn't connect to, I really believe it was my 3 children, Kevin, Cleve, and Kelly...........I long for that day back. John Edward could not have possibly known about the quilt my son brought me that night, nor my husbands favorite day, St. Patricks Day, nor of Kevin's bronco when I even totally spaced them out myself. I long for that day back, when they tried to reach me, and because I went in as a non-believer, I know I failed to see it at the time, when they were right there....I have contacted them through Linda Hullinger since that day with John Edward. And that is another story.

Permalink Reply by Suzanne Gene Courtney on June 18, 2010 at 6:57am

Hello. My latest book, Through the Eyes of a Dove, encases messages from my departed son and others surrounding him in the Light, plus "happenings and coincidences" my family and I experienced. My webpage is:
http://www.strategicpublishinggroup.com/title/ThroughTheEyesOfADove... I truly hope this book will fall into the hands of grieving parents and help them through the dark days and into the healing future.
Love,
Suzanne Gene Courtney

Permalink Reply by dee holey on June 20, 2010 at 11:00am

when my nephew wac killed in a car accident these ducks wud hang out by the car n my house n every were i move they seem 2 come no mater we im at around my fam bday or death day holdays so i realy do believe they r close

Permalink Reply by Beverly Strain on June 20, 2010 at 12:39pm

Hi Genevia,
I know of a excellent medium who could help you if interested,let me know.She has helped me a great deal

Genevia said:

I believe in the supernatural so much so that I really want to find a medium or someone that can communicate with my son on the other side. If anyone knows of someone like that I would be so very grateful to get their contact information. I just want to tell him goodbye. I live in Fort Worth, Texas. Thank you and thank God for this web site.

God Bless
Genevia, Mom of Cory

Permalink Reply by Cecilia on June 21, 2010 at 9:49am

Devona Rodricq said:

My dad and I have the same birthday, July 3rd, that day, too, was the day my big brother died. It's only been 6 month's and 20 days, since my brother left us. My day's are long and lonely, but I can only get through them because I have my four children and a husband. He was a great loss to our family, and I will always miss him dearly. Two day's after he died, I was sleeping not soundly but enough to know that I felt something. When he was alive and whenever I saw him, before he would leave he would give me a big bear hug and kiss my cheek or my neck and would always tell me he loved me. Well, that night, when I was in between sleep and awake, I felt a warmness, like a kiss on my neck that brought a chill, I sat up, because I was on my side. There was nobody else in our room, and it was'nt my husband because he was sound asleep. I cried to myself because I felt like that was our last contact ever that,that was his way of saying good-bye. At that exact moment, I was overwhelmed with saddness but with reassurence that he still was there. Other family member's do have dreams of him and tell us of them. That helps, too, to know that he is still around spriturally. I love you, brother, and I miss you so much!!!!

Permalink Reply by marianne nicholas on June 21, 2010 at 11:48pm

Carie, my family and friends are all skeptical when I tell them I hear my fiance's voice in my head, or I get a feeling sooo strong from him,especially when I am hysterical or obsessing about trying to "solve" what happened to him...it's as clear as if he was standing next to me and speaking in my ear...."baby... stopppp...pleaseeee".
He was always my voice of reason, so calm and rational,so what I heard is EXACTLY what he WOULD say,if he were here. Nobody will ever convince me that it wasnt him trying to help me through this. He always tried to keep me in a protective bubble,never wanting me to be upset about anything.
Just like when I found out he had been killed in a single car wreck,instantly,my mind screamed "How could you leave me,you promised me 59 yrs of happiness!!"
Just as quick,I "heard" a reply,"I'm sorry baby,I didn't mean to,I couldn't see".
I hadn't gotten specific details of the wreck in those first minutes of notification...it wasn't until two days later that I went to the site and saw what he had been trying to tell me. Here in NC there are not alot of street lights, so at night you have only your headlights to rely on for visibility. On this very dark stretch of road at 9:30pm Sunday,May 30th 2010,my baby missed a mild curve and went off the road into a steep drainage ditch that was perhaps 30-40 feet in length,causing the car to flip end over end,killing him. His airbag never deployed.

Carie Parnham said:

Well, I wasn't quite sure if I am ready for this, but I feel today I am. My son, who turned 21 on Ausust 31st, died in a one car accident on Sept 21 08...there were 7 people crammed into the suv, and for some reason, my son with an IQ over 150 took the cargo area in back with another young man.
The driver was apparently driving 70 mph in town through a residential area, he blew through a stop sign, and went about 1/4 mile down a church parking lot, barely hitting his brakes and drove off a cliff, when he did so, he must have seen the large trees and turned his wheel to the right, causing them to flip when they hit some metal cable barrier cables.
This vehicle looked like it had not even been in an accident, except the back 4 feet where my son and the other young man were.The neither of them, died from the top of the truck pushing them into the bottom, but both died a senseless death of positional asphyxia, due to all the others just running and not helping them.
My life feels like it has caved in on me. He was my baby of 4 children, and just weeks earlier when I was in the hospital he worked at we spent a lot of time together, I needed forgiveness from him, and told him how bad I felt that he got the bad end of the deal all of the time, my divorce was when he was 12, so even when it was time for his first car, his step dad didn't get him one as he did the others.
I think we both felt, crazy as it sounds, that we didn't want to be responsible for handing him a car to kill himself in...he had ADD and when I finally gave him my car at graduation, he had had 4 small-med accident in it in 6 months.
I decided to have him sign the car back over to me, I had always had nightmares as did others in the family, that he would go this way.He reallly hated me awhile for taking the car back, but I couldn't live with that guilt if that call ever came...you know...the call all parents have nightmares about when they're children are working to become adults?
I got that call about 10 am on sunday, sept 21...I had been single and lived alone for 6 yrs prior to this accident, the day before I just happened to move in with a male room mate.
When my older son called, just hearing him crying, my body went numb...his wife got on the phone...I didnt hear much...John...accident...I said but he is ok!! he is ok right?
she just said noooo and I lost my mind screaming, I fell and thank God there were people around, I was 3 hours away from where the rest of the family lived, that was the longest ride of my life.
I am so thankful that just weeks before we made our peace, well he let me know it was no big deal and he understood now WHY I did it...my son had just become a man...and now he is gone.
I feel part of my heart was taken with him, because his body was considered a 'crime scene' I couldn't see him, so the coroner showed me pics from the scene...if I can give any mom advice, I would have to say, dont look..I feel his injuries, I will wake up feeling crushed with my throat closed in pure panic.And those images never leave my mind...I see his beautiful pics and immediatly my mind flashes to how he looked 15 yrs older after he died..those minutes it took him to die, my God, I wish I could have taken that for him.I would have taken his place without a second thought, but now I am left with a ton of unanswered questions, none makes any sense, none of his injuries were fatal (dislocated shoulder and 2 broken ribs)his left arm was reached over the back seat where he was holding his friends hand as he died, he first grabbed him, and apparently all he could do is hold his hand, he only will say John was "stoic" meaning he was the only one in the car not screaming, makes sense since I know his airway was compromised.
This is the only time in 20 yrs I wish I wasn't a nurse, but how hard is it if u can reach a hand, to move a head? God I am so filled with questions...I cried on the hill above where he died talking to him a week or so after, begging him to let me know somehow that he didn't suffer...I was rocking back and forth on the edge of the cliff...I jumped up suddenly realizing I had relaxed so deeply I almost fell asleep, I had a warmth I hadn't felt since my last hug from him..a second conversation with him I had at the cemetery,I was telling him I just wanted to be with him...it was a beautiful almost indian summer September...very few clouds in the sky..as soon as I said I wanted to join him the 1 cloud up there covered the sun and it got very cold...John was a comedian in life..always trying to make people feel better, so my immediate response to the chill was OK! OK! I know I have to stay here and I have family still to look after..the sun then shone again brightly and it warmed up again...my family doesn't believe once your dead you can communicate..so as I told my daughter this she asked..mom...do you need to go to a Hospital?? I said, noo...he let me know, he was ok.
I also heard him at the cliff as I was relaxing, right before I almost fell asleep I hear " Don't cry mommy, don't cry" over and over like a cheer, and every few times there was a second voice (I lost a baby during pregnancy) That really shocked me..but that is how I chose to interpret it.
It's been a little over 4 months now, and the loss is as raw as it was 4 months ago, so I thought I might come here and communicate with other moms.
Thank you for your time..
Carie

Permalink Reply by Cecilia on June 22, 2010 at 10:08am

Yes, I do believe that people who have died send messages or contact us from the other side. About 5 months ago, I was getting ready for bed. I had left my bedroom door open; there is a long hallway that leads to my bedroom. As I was trying to get comfortable, I turned to my right, and there was my deceased husband, walking towards me. I was so stunned and speachless! As he came closer, I could see his face which look so very sad, and his eyes were blood red, as if on fire. He didn't speak to me; we just stared at each other for about 5 seconds and then he just disappeared! I remember just looking up at the ceiling and saying a prayer. I fell asleep almost immediately. The next morning, I just had a feeling of utter sadness and knew that I had to say many prayers for my husband's soul. I am a catholic woman and I believe in the state of purgatory, which is a place of purification, that even though we confess our sins to the priest and to God, and are absolved, we are left with the stain of sin. My husband was a devout catholic and believed in God and the Blesssed Mother Mary. I firmly believe that as a catholic we must pray for the souls in purgatory; they need and want our prayers; they cannot help themselves, only we can help them! And to attest to this belief, a week weeks later, my daughter noticed some light brown and round stains in the hallway; the hallway is painted white, so the stains are noticeable. There are 14 of them, starting from the end, where my husband was standing and all the way to my bedroom door. I don't know why I myself hadn't noticed them from start, but she did. I tried to scrub them off, but they are still there!! Ever since then, I pray for all the souls, and have had Masses said for him. I firmly believe that my husband is in heaven now. Thank you Jesus for giving me 32 years with my husband, who was a good husband, father, friend, and uncle. He never blamed God for his cancer; he once told me: "Pray for me that God heals and restores me to full health, but remember this: If it is not in His plan to heal me, you will have to accept it." He was not afraid to die; his faith never wavered, and my precious husband died with a little smile on his face in my arms, at home, surrounded by all his loved ones.

Permalink Reply by Irene Kendig on June 22, 2010 at 5:08pm

I've spent the past three years documenting conversations with seven of my loved ones who've died. Each conversation begins with the same question: What did you experience when you released your last breath on earth?

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Permalink Reply by Maureen on June 23, 2010 at 8:54pm

Carie Parnham said:

Well, I wasn't quite sure if I am ready for this, but I feel today I am. My son, who turned 21 on Ausust 31st, died in a one car accident on Sept 21 08...there were 7 people crammed into the suv, and for some reason, my son with an IQ over 150 took the cargo area in back with another young man.
The driver was apparently driving 70 mph in town through a residential area, he blew through a stop sign, and went about 1/4 mile down a church parking lot, barely hitting his brakes and drove off a cliff, when he did so, he must have seen the large trees and turned his wheel to the right, causing them to flip when they hit some metal cable barrier cables.
This vehicle looked like it had not even been in an accident, except the back 4 feet where my son and the other young man were.The neither of them, died from the top of the truck pushing them into the bottom, but both died a senseless death of positional asphyxia, due to all the others just running and not helping them.
My life feels like it has caved in on me. He was my baby of 4 children, and just weeks earlier when I was in the hospital he worked at we spent a lot of time together, I needed forgiveness from him, and told him how bad I felt that he got the bad end of the deal all of the time, my divorce was when he was 12, so even when it was time for his first car, his step dad didn't get him one as he did the others.
I think we both felt, crazy as it sounds, that we didn't want to be responsible for handing him a car to kill himself in...he had ADD and when I finally gave him my car at graduation, he had had 4 small-med accident in it in 6 months.
I decided to have him sign the car back over to me, I had always had nightmares as did others in the family, that he would go this way.He reallly hated me awhile for taking the car back, but I couldn't live with that guilt if that call ever came...you know...the call all parents have nightmares about when they're children are working to become adults?
I got that call about 10 am on sunday, sept 21...I had been single and lived alone for 6 yrs prior to this accident, the day before I just happened to move in with a male room mate.
When my older son called, just hearing him crying, my body went numb...his wife got on the phone...I didnt hear much...John...accident...I said but he is ok!! he is ok right?
she just said noooo and I lost my mind screaming, I fell and thank God there were people around, I was 3 hours away from where the rest of the family lived, that was the longest ride of my life.
I am so thankful that just weeks before we made our peace, well he let me know it was no big deal and he understood now WHY I did it...my son had just become a man...and now he is gone.
I feel part of my heart was taken with him, because his body was considered a 'crime scene' I couldn't see him, so the coroner showed me pics from the scene...if I can give any mom advice, I would have to say, dont look..I feel his injuries, I will wake up feeling crushed with my throat closed in pure panic.And those images never leave my mind...I see his beautiful pics and immediatly my mind flashes to how he looked 15 yrs older after he died..those minutes it took him to die, my God, I wish I could have taken that for him.I would have taken his place without a second thought, but now I am left with a ton of unanswered questions, none makes any sense, none of his injuries were fatal (dislocated shoulder and 2 broken ribs)his left arm was reached over the back seat where he was holding his friends hand as he died, he first grabbed him, and apparently all he could do is hold his hand, he only will say John was "stoic" meaning he was the only one in the car not screaming, makes sense since I know his airway was compromised.
This is the only time in 20 yrs I wish I wasn't a nurse, but how hard is it if u can reach a hand, to move a head? God I am so filled with questions...I cried on the hill above where he died talking to him a week or so after, begging him to let me know somehow that he didn't suffer...I was rocking back and forth on the edge of the cliff...I jumped up suddenly realizing I had relaxed so deeply I almost fell asleep, I had a warmth I hadn't felt since my last hug from him..a second conversation with him I had at the cemetery,I was telling him I just wanted to be with him...it was a beautiful almost indian summer September...very few clouds in the sky..as soon as I said I wanted to join him the 1 cloud up there covered the sun and it got very cold...John was a comedian in life..always trying to make people feel better, so my immediate response to the chill was OK! OK! I know I have to stay here and I have family still to look after..the sun then shone again brightly and it warmed up again...my family doesn't believe once your dead you can communicate..so as I told my daughter this she asked..mom...do you need to go to a Hospital?? I said, noo...he let me know, he was ok.
I also heard him at the cliff as I was relaxing, right before I almost fell asleep I hear " Don't cry mommy, don't cry" over and over like a cheer, and every few times there was a second voice (I lost a baby during pregnancy) That really shocked me..but that is how I chose to interpret it.
It's been a little over 4 months now, and the loss is as raw as it was 4 months ago, so I thought I might come here and communicate with other moms.
Thank you for your time..
Carie

Permalink Reply by Deborah Parker on July 1, 2010 at 8:10pm

My mom passed from leukemia on March 10 this year after a 9 month battle. A couple of weeks after the funeral I was in my kitchen area and heard something fall in the pantry. I looked on the floor and it was a packet of coffee. I used to take the packets of coffee from hotel rooms on my travel and take them to my mother. I felt that was a sign to me that she was ok and with me. I felt really happy to get that sign.