Among Friends

[Quse]

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@Q4u wrote:

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@Snowpuppy wrote:

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@Carmie wrote:

I do not like to visit antique shops or purchase things from estates.  If the original owner was fond of something, they sometimes watch over their possessions.  There are many spirits in antique stores, that's for sure and I don't want them to follow me home.

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This is true for me, too. People judge me as a snob for not scouring various sales but I usually say I have to work instead of the real reason I dont acquire the posessions of others.

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I've also "felt" uncomfortable in some houses that we have gone to look at (when moving).  One was a very old Victorian (originally belonged to a Cattle Baron),  and it was a fascinating home, beautiful appointments but I felt two very cold spots on the stairs on a hot day with no air conditioning.  And for some reason I was NOT going down into the basement.... and neither would our real estate agent.  I think real estate agents must have some interesting stories to tell.....

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I get feelings like this too in some houses.
I remember this one incident where a friend of mine, who is a realtor, came out one day for lunch. I was telling him about a place that was for sale that I liked, it was in a little gully with a stream and some land. The place was vacant, so he decided to take me there to look at it. It was run down and as we walked through it, I had the overwhelming sense of fear and sadness. We both walked upstairs and were looking in a bedroom. I got blasted with a vision of animals scurrying around outside in terror. As I opened the bedroom closet door, I saw 2 children huddled together in the closet, terrified. They were, of course, not physically there. Next thing I heard was the sound of gravel flying as my friend had RUN out of the house terrified and was getting his car. Since he drove, I figured I'd better lock the place up and get moving, so I went out and jumped in his car. I started asking him about why he was so scared and he didn't want to talk about it..he just kept saying that the place was evil.

The children followed me home, because I woke up in the middle of the night and they were standing next to my bed. They lingered around for a while, then left (it was a while ago, so I don't remember whether they left on their own or I told them to leave).
I tried to find some history on the house, but didn't have much luck. I feel strongly that something really bad happened there.
It took several weeks before my friend could even talk about it..and he has been with me before several times for "weirdness"
To this day, we refer to it as "creepy house"...

[Carmie]

@Quse. I feel for you,  Luckily I have only had experiences with human spirits, never any of the evil or mean type though they I know they do exist.

i see spirits, mostly at night  around 3 am.  My son who also sees and and hears, said he wakes up every night at exactly 3 am too.

I have a feeling my paternal grandmother had the gift as well, but she died when I was 9 months old.  She was adamant about helping people by providing food, clothing and an overnight place to stay and taught her eleven children to do the same.

She used to say that some " people" who we thought were human were actually angels.  We could never know for sure and it could be a test, so we should always help them.  There is a passage in the Bible that teaches this also.  She always thought that angels lived among us.

I have always had this "gift" but it became much, much more powerful after my mother died... almost immediately.

One of my best friends is really into this type of thing.  She and others go out to explore haunted places.  They hear, but do not see anything except orbs.  I have never seen an orb and don't really hear voices, only thoughts.  My friend has asked me to join them, but no way.

I hope and pray that I never experience an evil entity.  I'd probably pass out from fright.

[SharkE]

Evil takes many forms and not  just what you see in the movies.

[Quse]

@Carmie 3 am, yes. Lots of activity at 3 am. There is a reason that this hour is active, but I can't get into it or the thread will be poofed. You can google it.

I used to be afraid, but not anymore. I also have announced to every relative (living relative, in a joking manner) not to come back to give me messages because I'm not going to pay attention to them. You don't actually know what you are ever dealing with bcz some of these entities lie and present themselves as something they aren't. Showing themselves as children is common to gain trust. I'm always extra suspicious if something presents itself as a child spirit. Usually, that's an automatic "go away" for me. I don't even engage it...

[Q4u]

I honestly believe that I don't have this "gift" some of you are talking about but do have a sensitivity for the energy that may be out there.

I also have very early recollections of being scared of evil. For example I was about 3 or 4 and my family went to the zoo.  My Dad wanted a picture of me against a fence where there was a Buffalo standing.  I thought the Buffalo looked like the Devil and was so scared of turning my back on him. But I did, and my Dad took the picture and I have that picture even today.

My fear was astounding to me.  I've thought about it.... I wasn't afraid because the animal was so big and I was so little.  I knew there was a fence between us.  I was afraid that the animal was the Devil.  Now, why would I think this, where would that come from at my very young age? We really didn't go to Church and my Mother's Biblical teachings were kind and wonderous ....  it still baffles me and I still look at the Buffalo with that at the very back of my mind..... filed in "weird".....

[Mominohio]

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@blankette wrote:

Very interesting that many do not like the antique shop vibe. I don't either, never have, immediately I feel a drain or something when I walk into one, so I dont. Garage sales, not as bad, but typically the owner is still alive and there in a lawn chair.

One of the events at home had me wondering if it was a pet that I lost suddenly about a year ago. The bath brush   that flew onto the floor was one I used on the dogs, the bucket  that tipped itself over was full of dog grooming things. I loved that little dog so much and he died in my room after having a bad reaction to a shot. However I did receive assurance that he had been "received" so I dont know why he would be knocking about but I do strongly believe in pet connections on all spiritual levels. The bucket was full of shampoos, very heavy and it was on a low shelf, I repeatedly put in different positions to test if it could tip over and there was just no way.

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@blankette

I have a question for you, concerning pets. Do you think/believe that a beloved pet that has passed, can send a 'new' pet to you to help with your loss, or to give another animal a chance at the good life they once had?

We only take in pets that cross our path and need us. We'd never buy an animal from a breeder, but rescue those dumped here, or from a rescue organization (one time). Sometimes after one of our pets pass, after some time has gone by, another pet that needs rescuing comes across our doorstep, and not only reminds me of some or another quality of a passed pet, but seems to just 'know' that we will help it.

Anyone think that pets in the afterlife might be guiding still living creatures to those of us who will help them, as well as be of help with our loss and grief?

[Mominohio]

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@dex wrote:

@Snowpuppy I think we are all born with capabilities but lose them as we grow up..they are just not part of our society or general understanding.

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I think it is like a lot of others things. We have certain things that we are good at or we have talent in just by nature (not training or lessons), but they are different for different people. Sometimes those talents can be nurtured and expanded. I think this whole thing of being able to sense, see, connect with another world is probably innate in most people, just more pronounced in some than others. Some pick up on it and accept it, others block it out or ignore it. 

[Puzzle Piece]

@Mominohio Yes, pets can pass on to the other realm and still have the ability to interact with us.  My lost little one still haunts.  She meows to come inside - we open the door and don't see anything.  It's a residual haunting and I tell her it's okay to stay around if she likes. 

Like another poster wrote, you can see them.  I do, especially when one is going to show up needing help. 

I don't purposely block my gift.  It was given for a reason. 

[mistriTsquirrel]

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@blackhole99 wrote:

I think spirits stay around for awhile after they die. A week or so after my MIL died we started to organize things in her house and I could feel she was still there. I wasn't frightened and tried to not be uncomfortable, but it did give me a chill. A year later when we sold all her things and her house I couldn't feel her there anymore.

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The entire time my dad was sick, he was in denial about the fact that he was terminally ill.  He was forced to confront it about a week before he died (when hospice was advised), but I don't think he ever accepted it.

Shortly before my dad died, I whispered in his ear and asked him to come visit me in my dreams.  The following is my recollection of those dreams.

In one of the first dreams I had, I dreamt that he and my mother and I were in my college dorm room.  I remember thinking everything was normal, and it suddenly occurred to me that he had died.  I said, "Dad, didn't you die?"  He said nothing.  He got up from his chair, left the room and walked down the stairs.  After that, I was having dreams where he was present, and my mom and I would look at each other and shake our heads; he didn't know he was dead.  

These dreams went on for about a year (longer than that, I think), until the worst one occurred.  I remember that I had his memorial card from the funeral home with me, and I was showing it to people.  It changed into a book.  Then it was a photo album.  It was sitting on a table I was standing in front of.  The pages turned on their own, and I saw pictures of my dad sick in his hospice bed, then closer to death, and then dead.  The pages of this album stopped flipping when they reached the picture of him lying there dead in his hospice bed.  I looked to my right, and I realized that my dad was sitting in a chair next to me.  Tears were streaming down his face, and he began sobbing.  He kept saying "no, no, no," and shaking his head.  It hurt me greatly, but I had to tell him, "yes, Dad...that's you."  He didn't come visit me after that for awhile.

When he did come back, things were different...  In the first of the two final dreams, I was in the bedroom at my parents' house that I occupied when I lived there as a teen.  The phone rang once and then stopped ringing, but I picked it up anyway.  It was my dad.  He told me he was on a journey...through a fjord.

The next dream I had, I was in that bedroom again.  I was trying to dial 911.  In every other dream I've ever had where I've tried to dial 911, I've been unsuccessful.  Either my fingers wouldn't work and would hit the wrong buttons, one of the buttons wouldn't work, or the call wouldn't go through....every single time.  This time was different.  I dialed 911, and my dad answered.  Then he took me on a trip with him, down into the fjord.  He took me under water, and I was afraid to breathe.  I realized he would not take me underwater if I could drown, so I started to breathe again.  I asked him many questions, and he showed me many things.  I asked about my brother, who had recently come out as transgender (my sister, I mean), and if that was okay.  He told me it wasn't "against the rules" to have surgery to change your looks, or to live as you want to if it's not hurting anyone.

When I woke up, I googled the word "fjord" and I started to read about Norse mythology.  One of the first pages I happened upon was a page where someone was answering questions about mythology...and one of the questions answered was about how being transgender was viewed in Norse mythology.  I was stunned, as it seemed like an unlikely thing to stumble upon when googling Norse mythology.  I also learned about the squirrel Ratatoskr who is relevant in Norse mythology.  The things I read were not known to me before the dreams I had, but there were so many parallels between what I found and my family, issues concerning my own personal beliefs about things, etc.  I got the sense I had been led to the things I found.  It was eerie and comforting at the same time, because I really felt like I was visited by my father.  He didn't visit again after that.

His denial was strong while he was alive, and I think it continued on after he died.  I believe he needed to come to terms with the fact that he was deceased in order to escape limbo and go where he needed to go.

[MickD]

@mistriTsquirrel Aww, Squirrel.  I think dreams of our departed loved ones are both for our benefit and theirs.  Lots of unfinished business to deal with.

I have many dreams of my mom.  She's always in her pink robe.  A few nights ago I had a dream in which she was dressed.  I said -Where were you?  She said - I've been at the hospital.  I have cancer, and I have only six months to live.  I woke up and thought - Well it's about time!  I never had closure as I didn't realize she had cancer until it was too late.

I would like to go to a psychic and talk with her, but I'm still angry that she didn't want to fight to live.  She was a sensitive like my son and she was unhappy most of her life.  My DH has gone to psychics and she has come through to say she wants to talk to me.....