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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When my 21 year old son; Aaron was killed in 2008, I did not believe in life after death.  Well, my son was not about to let me go on living this earthly life without knowing that he was okay.  He completely orchestrated me meeting a medium and the connection that I have had with him since that time has been amazing.  I never would have thought....now I can't imagine living on without this.  I would like to share one communication.

I think that this was one of those profound moments that will stay with me forever.  As you already know, I receive many wonderful messages from my son Aaron and I try to write them all down because I never want to forget any of them.  This message however, I do not think that I will ever forget.  It has taken me a while to put it on the blog because I really had to let it settle in my mind and try to comprehend it as the "whole picture".

A couple of weeks ago, my friend; Melanie came over to help me organize my book keeping.  She is very good at it and I am definitely not.   I knew that somehow Aaron would let us know that he was right there with us too.  Within only a few minutes we both looked up and out the window into my back yard and as we did, two deer walked by.  Of course there were two, because Melanie always asks for two; one for her and one for me.  She said that she could feel him and that he loves it when ever we get together.

After we finished our work we decided to head over to a little neighborhood restaurant for lunch.  It is very tiny inside with only a few tables for seating.  As we waited to be seated, I saw Melanie's face completely change to a look of surprise.  She told me to turn around and look at some men seated at the only occupied table.  I turned around and immediately saw from the back, a young man that looked so much like my son Aaron.  We could not take our eyes off of him.  Even though our view of him was from the back and side as he turned his head, and he had his coat on, there was no questions that he looked just like him.  He was big and burly just like my son.  There were four men at this table and they were talking and laughing as they ate their meal.

Melanie and I were seated at the table behind them so we never saw the man that looked like Aaron from the front.  I told her that I wanted to sit with my back to him, otherwise I would not be able to stop myself from staring.  We sat and had our lunch and these men just seemed to stay and stay.  They were very talkative with each other and really seemed to be enjoying their time.  All of a sudden, Melanie said to me with tears, "I feel Aaron again and he wants me to tell you that he is with God. He said that he is okay, he wants me to tell you that."  He tells Melanie to tell me that often and even though I try with everything that I have, as his mom it's something that I can easily obsess about. He has  told her on a couple of occasions to tell me that he is "with God".    "What does that really mean?" I ask myself all of the time.  This whole way of thinking for me is still very new  and it seems that my mind is always racing trying to figure it all out.  My thoughts immediately go to a place of safe and warm and not alone.  Those are the things that I wish for him but is that what it really means?  As I have said many times, I was not a very spiritually thinking person before Aaron's death and I was not one to spend a great amount of time pondering all of its meanings .  But now, Aaron sends me these messages that make me think and think and each message seems has a lesson for me to learn.

We sat there for a few minutes, both soaking in the message that Aaron had for me.  My mind was spinning trying to grasp the meaning of his words.  I'm happy that he says that he is with God.  It must be a good thing and it must be very important that I know this.  I read a book once, that described God as being this big, robust, loving, black woman that I envisioned to look like "Aunt Jamima".  What could be more comforting and make you feel more safe than a big  hug from Aunt Jamima? Melanie and I talked about his message for me and I marvel how she is so sure and knowing in her own belief.  She tells me all of the time that she wished that I could see and know what she does because our loved ones on the other side show her without a doubt that they are doing great.  So it must be of special meaning for me to know from Aaron that he is "with God". Suddenly as we were talking, Melanie's face took on that complete look of disbelief again as it had when we first walked into the restaurant.  I turned around to look in the direction that she was staring and saw that the men at the table behind us were getting up to leave.  As the young man that looked just like Aaron turned around,  it was obvious and very clear ,as we saw for the first time in that very moment, that this young man was a priest.

These messages help us all have hope and some peace.  I try to keep in the moment and to share what has helped me with others.  See more stories at http//bit.ly/v5lpGD

 

Hi Terri, Your right there fake medium out there and i had to trust my instinct and this lady cant popping up like  neon light. I look her up check her reviews and theres those pros and cons but i like to go against the once ina while bc maybe they had a bad experience maybe i wont. So, i gave it a shot, I had question to ask her and one was are a fake and just want my money, do you believe in karma, do you believe in God and why, then i ask her about my grandson what do you know about him, of course she asked for his first name only, but she was talking about my past life what i was and why i know what know today. Just wanted to know about my grandson, so i ask her (whitedove) how do i know its my grandson and someone else. so she ask him as well, bc i asked how do i know.it was Isaiah alright, i wanted to know who hurt him, bc this was no accident death. I knew and i felt it, i was suppose to come the night befor but i didnt but i felt something wrong an urgency overwhelm to leave but i ws tired so i clled every one i coud think of o one answer their phone Isaiah came to me before i knew he died he called gamma gamma i isaid yes sweetie its okay go back sleep go to sleep i  love you, then i get this hysteric phone call at 1030am for me to home now i was just leaving, but my call was died then this call was about Isaiahthat he died, i scem no so loud that my boyfriend said whats wrong he loves my grandkids they all call him 'Friend from LA" thought that was cute. He couldnt believe it i was in shock. But Isaiah said God visit him and the things he doing. made me happy, but i wanted to know what happen isaiah did not want to talk about it, that hes sorry and that they hurt him she hurt me gamma. isaiah is full of love he had a way to make you smile, he was very different spirit wise. He was from god Isaiah said that he was trying to save the world. With his gentle spirit and love that he showed and share he actually was trying to bring love to a person not war. My grand kids are close since the first second they came outand i said hello there.

But you have to really have to feel the energy of a person, I actually went through two of them and the second one ask me how i was feeling my word wereim hurt and she said i kow your grandson was murder i said what how did you knowshe said and you been doing your own investigation havent you, i told her yes bc the police thinks it an accident but my gutt said different,this second one was going to go to Isaiah and him who did this him and for me to call back. I did but they wouldnt let me through again even if she asked to that she helping with a murder case.

Where i going with this, is there are good ones out there nd there are bad ones, let one shine like a neon light read thier reviews good luck Terri and share with when you do ok

HAVE A BLESS AWESOME DAY 

 

 


 Terri Kuta said:

Joanne:

That is so great you found a good medium, we went to a physic but really i think somethings were corect but she was so vague in most areas and I don't know what i had told her over the phone, I wish I could find a good medium here around houston texas but there are so many fakes out there its hard to trust.

You will know if a medium is credible right away.  You shouldn't have to "make it fit".  I have learned so much over the past four years since my son's passing; I didn't really know what a medium was.  A true medium will relay messages that are meaningful to you; no matter how significant or insignificant the actual message is, our loved ones will bring that message so that you can trust that it is truly them, communicating with you.  

A truly gifted and credible medium will most likely have a business built on word of mouth referrals.  They are out there...keep searching.

My dad passed away nov 2 2011 i rode with my wonderful stepmom to there house that day. I stood at the top of the steps waiting to hear my dad hollar Hey little girl well of course he didnt so i went down and sat in his chair and sobbed at that moment the chair started rocking and i knew it was my dad lettng me know it was gnna be ok.

My husband of 35 yrs. died  Oct. 17, 2010, 12 weeks after being diagnosed with Lio Mio Sarcoma.  I have had many experiences of him being with me.  He has sat on the bed and rubbed my aching shoulder.  He has snuggled beside me. One night I woke up knowing I had my head on this arm, and my hand was on his arm.  I could feel it! I didn't move, but opened my eyes.  My hand was flat on the bed, but I could feel his arm under my hand.  I still didn't move, but went back to sleep very comforted.  A while later, the bedroom door shut. I sat up and asked "Where did you go?" From the hallway he replied, "I'm right here. I'll be back." He has been back many times. Not just when I am stressed, but when I am happy too.

 

I have been seeing another good man for a while.  Last night I woke up and felt my husbands presence.  He was standing by the bed looking at me. I had on a nightgown that he really liked...a spagetti strapped short cotton gown.  Not sexy to most people, but very comfortable.  I opened my eyes and there he was in his Harley shirt and jeans, beard trimmed and hair in a ponytail...looking great.  He just nodded to me, and smiled.  I heard the thought "Be happy" which he told me a thousand times his last 12 weeks.

 

I feel so good today, like I actually got to see him, and didn't break down in tears.  Oh, I still miss him every day. He was the love of my life.  But, he is gone. At 55, I feel too young to spend the rest of my life alone.  He kept telling me to find a good man and be happy, that I had to much love to not share it.

  This new man in my life lost his wife 10 years ago, suddenly, in her sleep at the age of 38.  He still misses her, too.  So we both have issues, but are working thru them, and understand them.  Perhaps the broken roads of our lives led us to be together.  We were all friends as married people, now it is just Jim and I left on this earth.  And it is working for now.

 

Thanks for letting me know I am not CRAZY!!

My husband of 35 yrs. died  Oct. 17, 2010, 12 weeks after being diagnosed with Lio Mio Sarcoma.  I have had many experiences of him being with me.  He has sat on the bed and rubbed my aching shoulder.  He has snuggled beside me. One night I woke up knowing I had my head on this arm, and my hand was on his arm.  I could feel it! I didn't move, but opened my eyes.  My hand was flat on the bed, but I could feel his arm under my hand.  I still didn't move, but went back to sleep very comforted.  A while later, the bedroom door shut. I sat up and asked "Where did you go?" From the hallway he replied, "I'm right here. I'll be back." He has been back many times. Not just when I am stressed, but when I am happy too.

 

I have been seeing another good man for a while.  Last night I woke up and felt my husbands presence.  He was standing by the bed looking at me. I had on a nightgown that he really liked...a spagetti strapped short cotton gown.  Not sexy to most people, but very comfortable.  I opened my eyes and there he was in his Harley shirt and jeans, beard trimmed and hair in a ponytail...looking great.  He just nodded to me, and smiled.  I heard the thought "Be happy" which he told me a thousand times his last 12 weeks.

 

I feel so good today, like I actually got to see him, and didn't break down in tears.  Oh, I still miss him every day. He was the love of my life.  But, he is gone. At 55, I feel too young to spend the rest of my life alone.  He kept telling me to find a good man and be happy, that I had to much love to not share it.

  This new man in my life lost his wife 10 years ago, suddenly, in her sleep at the age of 38.  He still misses her, too.  So we both have issues, but are working thru them, and understand them.  Perhaps the broken roads of our lives led us to be together.  We were all friends as married people, now it is just Jim and I left on this earth.  And it is working for now.

 

Thanks for letting me know I am not CRAZY!!

Yes !

I'm new to this site having lost my Charlie just a month ago. I early on started hoping for some contact from him.

I wouldn't tell most people about my cat Lilith, but somehow I feel can trust all of you with it. In another reply I'll tell you about some of my other contacts from Charlie. Almost all are very comforting to me.

Lilith, a gift from Charles

  Ever since my car Nels died 12 years ago,I had been resisting taking in a kitten (we live on a farm). Last Summer all the kittens except one in a litter died and it was not looking too good. Charles said I should do something about it. I started catching it and playing with it every day. It liked to play in the orange pickup. Charles would come watch, too. I can see him sitting in the Gator watching us. The kitten started following me around. It often followed us to water the tomatoes. Charles thought we should just take it onto the porch. It got sick. Charles thought we should take it to the vet. I probably would not have done any of this if he hadn’t wanted me to, I was afraid to get attached. All this time Charles kept calling it “him” (I was sure it was a girl because it’s a calico) . The vet confirmed it was a girl. We started searching for a name. Because she was a little devil, Charles named her Lilith—just perfect.

She basically moved into the house but slept in the heated garage as Winter set in. We both loved her. When I was gone to work, she’d lay on Charlie’s lap. It was a mild Winter and most days I’d take her out for a walk. We went far South on our lawn and Charles would stand on the porch or in the big windows and watch us. Sometimes when I walk her now I think he’s in here watching us.

All the time Charlie was in the hospital our neighbors took care of Lilith in the garage. When I came home to get some things, she had almost turned wild. I worried about her and asked Brenda to adopt her. Back at the hospital I told Charlie and he shook his head "no". Now I know it was because he didn’t want to leave me alone.

   She’s still her same devilish self most of the time but when I feel really bad and go lay in Charlie’s bed, she’ll lay on me and comfort me. I know she’s a different cat then. She’s sent from Charlie and he may be in her at those times.

 

so am I crazy or what?

 

Hi Julie, I remember many years ago when my father passed away. My son Joe (who was taken from us by a drunk driver 2 years 1 month and 5 days ago) had brought home a dog as a pup during college then grown when returning. Wolfie was a large dog who had to live out doors, but when I'd look into his eyes I believed I saw the eyes of my father.

I wanted to believe it was my father inside of the dog but as time went on I realized it was just something I needed to feel at the time. It was a comfort to me. And I did believe it was my dad inside of the dog.

If you feel that Charlie is inside your cat Lilith,and it comforts you then who's to say otherwise?

Who is Charlie?

Charlie was my husband of 45 years - my only love. He had a lung transpalnt almost 9 years ago. A recent accident sent infection thoughout his body (no immune ssystem because of anti rejection drugs). He spent a month in the ICU on life support. I finally had to let him go. I've had a lot of guilt over this.

I started a grief journal almost right away (a suggestion from a widowed friend) but I soon decided I needed to write down what I considered to be contacts from Charlie.

What follows are some parts of my "contact journal".

4/28 /12 Dream: He’s just become visible and I hug him and say ”you’re really here”  he felt solid and alive and okay.  I  think this dream was sent to me because I asked for some confirmation that he was all right now. It also makes me think he is always here.

4/29/12 Three weeks since I made the decision to let Charles go.  I really wasn’t  

thinking about the date. I was still feeling bad about us not being together after

my retirement. I went in to lay in his bed for a while. I tried to bring on a dream

about Charles or us or something. I wanted one that would show that I had done

the best that I could for him. Couldn’t seem to get to sleep but Lilith came in and

curled up right around my neck. I replayed the time of the transplant in my mind.

still no dream. A friend called and woke Lilith up. She left the bed. I turned over to

try again to sleep. I felt someone on the bed. It was not - Lilith I could see her

sitting in the window. It wasn’t until after I got up that I realized that it was about

3:30 when I felt it –exactly three weeks since I took Charles off the vent.  I think he

sent me Lilith for comfort and came himself to sit with me and say it was all right.

If I’m right, maybe I can start to forgive myself.

Tonight I decided to sleep in his bed hoping for a dream. I was extremely upset and

I think he got in bed with me right away. I could feel him on the bed. Much later when Lilith came in she let me hold her in my arms (that’s never happened before).

5/2/12 in the afternoon my Mom went home. I cried and cried and begged Charlie to come to me. I went to his bed. Just laid there crying and trying to remember things. Asked Charles and God To send me a dream. I don’t think I really slept. Lilith was with me and slept on my hand. Charles was on the bed said “What’s the matter, Pooh?” ( his name for me).I could hardly speak (like in a dream) but I know I said I was missing him but so happy to see him. He was holding me. I asked him to kiss me (I expected to feel his mustache) but I didn’t feel a kiss. I asked if he could just stay and we wouldn’t have to tell anyone. He wasn’t sure how that would work. He must have been there on the bed with me for several minutes. Then he was gone and Lilith laid on me for a while. I need to stay close to home. He’s here. I’m calmer again. I think he is waiting for me to go with him.

5/5/12 Decided to sleep in his bed tonight I asked him to wrap around me. I think I felt him on the bed. Later Lilith let me hold her.

5/7/12 Went to Charlie’s bed about 2 pm. Praying and asking for a sign or a dream. I know it was a dream because I remember the one before it, but it felt more real. We are standing up in each other’s arms. I can feel him kissing me full on the lips like we haven’t done for years. He felt very solid in my arms. The best contact/dream yet. I awoke from it at 3:20—a month since I let him go. He’s telling me it’s all right, that he’s happy—which I asked for. I was also asking about our lack physical love since his transplant. I was always sure it was because of his condition, but it hurt me and I was afraid to ask why he wouldn’t hold me or kiss me. I even remember when we first got Lilith I was so happy for the affection. He’s telling me it’s still there waiting for me.

For some reason I seem to experience contact more in the afternoon. Some of these truly do not feel like dreams, but I will take whatever I can get. I always feel calmer afterwards even though the next day or even instant I might go back to crying.

 

 

 

Elaine:

I do feel really lucky. I've always been interested in dreams and read somewhere a long time ago that your  mind has to be completely on the dream that you want. I try to replay some time in our life together as I fall asleep. It also doesn't hurt to pray to God for contact. God wants us to be comforted.

Elaine:

You really don't even hear about very many couples being married that long anymore. Charlie and I met in college - he was 21 and I was 20 when we got married. Never having any children, we did everything together. I don't think I want to live without him. Sometimes I think Lilith and these contacts are the only things keeping me here. I pray that you will have a dream about your Brian tonight.

Julie

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