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After Death Communications
Topic Started: Sep 10 2009, 01:31 AM (203 Views)
Cody Sep 10 2009, 01:31 AM Post #1
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 Thought I would start a thread on this. There seems to be an interest about this on the forum.

I have had several after death communications. I always laugh and say I see dead people. They are always my dead people, though. I can't go to the scene of an accident involving strangers and see who died. The people I see and have had communication are people I have known in this physical life and have passed on for one reason or another.

I willingly talk about them, but I think I have talked about them before so is anybody else interested in relating any experiences?
"Some people can learn by watching others. Some people can learn by reading books. But most people just have to pee on the electric fence for themselves!"
---Will Rogers
 
earthist Sep 10 2009, 01:40 AM Post #2
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 Well, I just posted this in the "live" section. I'll put it here for consistency:

After death communication is pretty much how I got started in the world of the "weird." When I was 9 yo, my maternal grandfather died. He "came" to tell me "everything was OK" before we got the phone call. When the call came, I already knew the score. I've never doubted there was more to the world than what we see. I had "proof."

If I've read your stories before, I don't remember them. I'd love to see them here if you're willing.
It's not an either/or world, it's a both/and world.
 
Morgana Sep 10 2009, 01:45 AM Post #3
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 Over the years I have had many. Phones, dreams, and live stuff. One was from my Aunt Cary who had passed away. I dreamed she was sitting talking on a phone to me.She said, "Hey, Kid, tell everyone hello for me. I'm doing great." The next day I told my mom about it and I also shared it with several other family members. It was a wonderful dream. She was her old lively self!
 
Kamalam Sep 10 2009, 10:34 AM Post #4
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Most of my "weird" stuff happens in dreams... lucid dreaming, etc. I have never had any after death communication, though I often have visits of those who have passed away in my dreams (not sure if that counts?).

I would love to hear about more of this stuff!
"Duct tape is like the force: It has a dark side and a light side and it holds the universe together."
- Carl Zwanzig
 
Sean_ Sep 10 2009, 12:22 PM Post #5
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 My oldest brother, Mickey, was a paranoid schizophrenic. He was insane. The pills he took all his life to control his problems eventually destroyed his liver in his early 50's.

Soon after he died he visited me in my dreams. We would meet in a room. He came in through one door and i through another. He came to show, and tell me he was completely normal now. He was no longer crippled by a defective brain. We met several times and had conversations until i told him he needed to move on and his "intrusions" into my dreams was disturbing me.

I never had that dream again.
I am everywhere and I am no where. I am everyone and I am no one.
 
Cody Sep 12 2009, 01:34 AM Post #6
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 When I was 17 my mother died. She had been ill for a couple of years, but we didn't know she was ill to the point of death.

As a teen, of course, this changed my life completely. It was a very sad, scary time as like a lot of mothers are to their daughters, she was my rock.

Very often I would babysit for the people next door. I also attended a little non denominational church in the area with my best friend and her family.

One night when I was asleep I had a dream I was babysitting next door. Someone knocked on the door. I opened the door and the Pastor's wife was there, telling me she had a surprise
for me. She stepped aside and I could see my mother standing behind her.

I remember saying something to the effect of, "I knew you were alive, I just knew you weren't dead."

My mother told me she was indeed dead, and that I had to let go and move on, as I had to let her go so she could move on.

I clearly remember the elation at seeing her, and the pain at her words. There was a depth and clarity to the dream, like I rarely ever have in any dream. From the babysitting in the neighbor's
house to the talk with my mother, and everything inbetween, was clear as if I were physically experiencing the whole thing.

I did feel better as a result of the dream. It was much easier to accept her death and the new reality after her death.

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When my son was 16, a friend of his, who was also a friend of mine, I was friends with her mother, did an end run around her parents, the old, I am going to so and so's house this weekend, and so and so's
mother gave them all permission to go to the desert. The other part to this is that the girl's primary physical custody was with her father by her request, she didn't like her mother's husband. Her mother
knew none of this, that the girl was away from her home for the weekend, who she was staying with, etc., because it was the father that gave permission, not the mother.

The friend was 17, so and so was 16 and they had no business being on the desert on a Saturday night without parental permission.

The 17 year old was killed that Sat. night.

I hate it when young people die, so much promise and light is gone from the planet and this girl was no exception. Also, like most mothers, I hate it when one of my children undergo any heartache
so that hurt as well.

I lay in bed one night tossing and turning, fretting about the girl, her mother who was innocent of any lack of parenting and did nothing wrong or stupid because she had nothing to do with giving her
daughter permission to go to the friend's house, and all the feelings that come up with losing a bright child to a cold grave.

As I lay there I fell into a meditative state. I wasn't sleeping, I was seeking respite from an overactive mind and overactive emotions when suddenly I saw a dark field with a light in it and the girl
started talking to me. She wanted me to give her a message to her mother, thanking the mother for being her mother and that she was a good mother, that she was sorry she didn't have time to
say goodbye.

I didn't know this, but I have been told by a few people who knew the girl that the way the message was worded sounded exactly like the was the girl used to speak when communicating with her mother.
I knew her with her mother, but her mother is an outgoing, effusive kind of person who usually did all the talking when we were in situations together. I never really did have a good read on how the girl
talked to her mother because mom was always talking.

I did give the message to her mother at the funeral and the mother seemed very appreciative of the message and that I had given it to her.
"Some people can learn by watching others. Some people can learn by reading books. But most people just have to pee on the electric fence for themselves!"
---Will Rogers
 
Cody Sep 12 2009, 02:30 AM Post #7
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 I had some horse trainer friends that were killed in a horrible accident. They had moved to the desert a couple of years before and we had been out of touch for a good length of time.

Again, I was tossing and turning in bed, sad that they had died, sad that I hadn't pursued the friendship, after all I drove through the desert on a regular basis to see family, if I had bothered to stay in touch,
I would have known that they weren't very far off the highway. I was glad there life had been looking up and glad that they had accomplished some of their goals, but still fretting that they died together and
that I didn't even know they had moved to the desert.

I think I fell asleep. One by one they came to me in a dream. They both, in their own way told me that they were far happier where they were now at, then they had been before the accident. They both told
me they had a job or work where they were now at that each one loved doing.

I was far more accepting of the deaths after that.

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My best friend's 16 year old son killed himself.

About a month before, the kid and I had gotten into it one night when I was visiting his mother.

He had just discovered PETA and was buying into their party line.

He showed us pretty horrific pictures of animals, PETA is good a finding extreme abuse pictures to bolster their claims.

Our argument was over horse back riding. He told me I was wrong to ride horses, it was abuse and it wasn't right. He had taken rides several times over the years on my horses, but never mind that it still was
wrong.

I asked him what we would do with all the horse people owned now if we didn'[t use them for riding. He suggested we could keep them as pets. I laughed and said they were really expensive pets and
many, many people would get rid of them if there were no reason to keep them. He couldn't come up with any viable suggestions about what to do with the surplus, in fact his words were "I don't know
what to do with them, they just shouldn't be ridden. I asked him why it was wrong. At 16 he couldn't tell me one reason why, in fact his exact words were "I don't know why it is wrong, it just is." **

Now I can carry on a conversation about riding horses, I can accept other people's opinions different from mine, but if someone is going to tell me I am wrong about any action I perform they had better back
their opinion up with their reasoning on the subject or I am going to be totally ticked and tell them exactly what I think of their opinion.

It wasn't a good scene.

A month later the kid killed himself. Apparently he had tried it a couple of months before but I wasn't made aware of it by my friend and the child managed to convince everyone involved including the
police that he was just kidding.

Had I known, I would have treated the whole opinion thing differently.

His suicide wasn't about me in any way....but...

It certainly is a startling realization that suicide is an irrevocably final act brought on by the person's own hand. You can think you know it and that it is obvious that suicide is final, really though, you just have to
be there to experience the knowing of it because there is a reality to living it that brings the point home so thoroughly, there is no room for abstract discussions on the subject. he act simply can't be undone.

Oddly enough, while I thought the whole situation sad, and very destructive to the parents of this child, I had this other view of the kid gleefully running about the universe, enjoying the freedom of being able to
go anywhere, anytime. I also for some reason saw him with a friend or guide.

Now back to the but......He died on a Thursday night. On Saturday night something kept hitting the back of my chair while I sat at the computer.

The first time it happened I was startled, looked around thinking my old dog had laid down and hit the chair, but he was quiet at my side, sleeping deeply and unmoving.

Wham! I felt it again. I swear I heard and felt somebody hit my chair back. Again nobody was around and the dog hadn't moved.

Wham again! By this time I was realizing that nothing was actually hitting the chair, and that someone else in the room probably wouldn't have heard anything either, even though I felt and heard it or did I?

I caught a feeling of the kid happily hitting my chair in revenge for the argument we had. He was enjoying himself immensely and his companion seemed to be there also.

I told him that nobody can abrogate the personal reality of another, unless I wanted to let him in and that he had had his fun now but he had to quit because I was done. I told him he could come back to me
anytime if he wanted me to relay a message to his mother, otherwise he was to leave me alone and not bother me anymore.

He left and I never heard from him again and I doubt I ever will.

**My sons, at that age would never have told an adult they were wrong, and if were pressed into giving an opinion would have been able to give some clear reasons for their opinions.
"Some people can learn by watching others. Some people can learn by reading books. But most people just have to pee on the electric fence for themselves!"
---Will Rogers
 
Kamalam Sep 12 2009, 09:52 AM Post #8
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Incredible stories Cody (and Sean, Earthist, and Morgana!). I was sitting, spellbound, reading every word. There is just something fascinating about this subject, about the paranormal in general. It makes me realize how much bigger our world is on so many levels. It's easy to stay in the "physical" and ignore the energetic/ spiritual planes.... this just opens up entirely new vistas of understanding and insight.

Thank you all for sharing.
"Duct tape is like the force: It has a dark side and a light side and it holds the universe together."
- Carl Zwanzig
 
Morgana Sep 14 2009, 02:44 AM Post #9
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 I would periodically experience feelings that death was around, everything I came in contact with, the subject would be there or come up. Pick up the newspaper and it was about someone dying, etc. like that. And then, the feelings would just go away. I didn't know what was going on until one day I saw a casual acquaintance in the little local corner store. I didn't know her well, but enough to say hello. That was it, just hello. Those feeling came on. That night I was in bed and I woke up and something grabbed my foot! I could feel a hand with the nails pulled over my foot, over the covers. I jumped out of bed and turned on all the lights and screamed! I woke up everyone, my son included who was just a baby. There was nothing there. The next day, I heard from a friend that the woman I had seen in the store had died. She was driving home late at night and she had an anuyism (sp) burst in her brain and she lost consciousness and drove off the road. She was gone before the ambulance got there. It was right around the time the hand had grabbed my foot. I think then that I realized that when I was coming in touch with someone who was going to die, I got these feelings. I didn't have to know them, just come in contact with them. I think she was just reaching out to someone to let people know she was going.
 
earthist Sep 14 2009, 08:50 AM Post #10
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 I, too, find the stories fascinating. Somehow, it seems risky to tell them; a bit like revealing a secret. I sincerely appreciate the sharing. Thank you.
It's not an either/or world, it's a both/and world.
 
Sean_ Sep 15 2009, 05:15 PM Post #11
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 I wouldn't say risky but i do feel uncomfortable telling stories like that. Its very personal. I can also add that hose dreams were the most real i've ever had.

Other than me flying a Spitfire in WWII, that is. But that's another story. :)
I am everywhere and I am no where. I am everyone and I am no one.
 
Cody Sep 15 2009, 05:59 PM Post #12
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 It is a bit risky. There are still those who will brand somebody who has unusual experiences outside of the realm of the normal, or everyday mundane as crackpot, or at least strange.
"Some people can learn by watching others. Some people can learn by reading books. But most people just have to pee on the electric fence for themselves!"
---Will Rogers
 
Sean_ Sep 15 2009, 08:22 PM Post #13
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 Too many people have had these kinds of experiences to be considered strange.

Take my word for it. I have a very sensitive "weirdo" meter. :)
I am everywhere and I am no where. I am everyone and I am no one.
 
Morgana Sep 19 2009, 08:35 PM Post #14
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 I have told friends about some of my experiences and they know I am not crazy, well not much :lol: , and accept them at face value. No one has an explanation for any of this, it just happens. I can't explain it. Does it prove that there is another existence after death? I like to think that it does, but there could be other answers. Answers that we just aren't technologically advanced enough to explain. Are serious scientists and researchers looking at this? I really don't know. I am fairly certain that it points to life after death, but, of course, can't prove it with 100% certainty.
 
Morgana Sep 19 2009, 08:43 PM Post #15
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 About 7 or 8 years ago, I came home from work at midnight and checked my phone messages. There was a call from a guy that I had not seen I think since high school, so we are talking almost 30 years here. He had not been a friend of mine, just grew up in the same neighborhood and went to the same schools, in the same grade. You know. I thought it was so odd that he would call me just out of the blue. Listened to the message, but it was blank, just some static and nothing else. Really thought this was weird. Too late to return the call, so went to bed and did not call him back, it just seemed strange to me. Figured if he wanted to talk to me he would call back. A few days later, I was at my friends house. She was a class officer in high school and always helped with the class reunions. She asked my if I had heard about _______ _______. This was the same person who had left the nonmessage on my machine. Told her no....what happened? He had committed suicide a few days before. I asked her what time, and she said she thought in the afternoon. That was the day that I had gotten that message, only the message was in the evening. Told her about that. So, was he calling me after? No other explanation.
 
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