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My Son did not Murder Me
Told as experienced by Rita "Red Dove", FL
In the year 1993 a 38 year old woman disappeared. She was 8 months pregnant. Even though she was a popular well known figure in town I had never met her. I read the article in the local newspaper when she went missing and I had a strange feeling while I was reading it. I somehow felt connected to her even though I did not know her. Three days later her badly decomposed body was found beside the road several miles from where she resided.
Several months later I developed what I would describe as an obsession regarding her murder. I wanted to know more about her, who her friends were, etc. At about this time I met a family through my church who knew the woman well. They had kept the newspaper articles on the case and knew of her personal life. I was like a sponge soaking up all the information I could. I had no idea of why I felt this way. My friends thought it strange as well. There was much speculation as to who had killed her and why. I also discovered I worked with people who had known her. I suddenly seemed surrounded by people who could tell me about her life. I did not actively LOOK for these people. They just TURNED UP. That was strange enough.
I won't detail all the turns this story takes over the years but it seemed to reach a peak one day as I was driving to my mother's home. I had to pass the local newspaper office on my way. Something "prompted" me to go inside. I approached the editor and told him what I was about to tell him would probably sound really crazy to him but I felt I was supposed to stop at his establishment. As I described my interest in the murdered woman and events that had occurred over the past several years, he stopped me and said "there is someone you need to talk to". He dialed the murdered woman's mother and told her she should talk to me. She invited me to her home. My sister in law accompanied me to her house. I felt I should not go alone and I am so thankful I didn't.
Upon reaching the mother's home I introduced myself and my sister in law. I told her I had felt for sometime if I were able to see the funeral book containing the guest's names I might be able to see something that would shed some light on her daughter's murder. She told me she had something better - a video. She was very receptive and began to play the video for me. As the guests at the funeral left the church one man caught my attention. I told her to stop the video. She did and I asked her who a certain individual was. She remarked that was her son, the murdered woman's half brother. She quickly explained he couldn't have had anything to do with it because he had been in prison when the murder occurred. It was at this point things really began to get strange for me.
I asked her who was living on his property when her daughter was murdered. She said her son's girlfriend and her two teenage children. Almost instantly I began to see in my "mind's eye" a road, specifically a dirt road that turned off the main highway. The road was lined on both sides with trees. I also "saw" a house and beyond the house was a garage or shop type dwelling. The shop dwelling had one window on the side of the building. I related this to the mother and she confirmed this was in deed an accurate description of her son's property occupied by his girlfriend and her children. I also asked her if her daughter's body was found near the son's home. She responded "within 3 miles".
I then made a motion of slicing from the left side of my neck to the right side. The mother gasped. I told her that her daughter's throat had been slit and she never knew who or what hit her. The mother said there was no way I could have known those details since it was never published in the paper. I told her I didn't know that I knew it either until that moment. It was as though I was "guided" through the murder. I also told her I "saw" the murder and it occurred just outside of the window at the shop. I described what the young man looked like but she was certain it was her grandson who had killed his mother. She showed me a picture of her grandson. It was not him that I had "seen".
She then told me she had a reading done by Sylvia Browne and Sylvia had said it was her grandson. She began to play the tape of the reading for me and Sylvia's account was exactly as I had described. The mother quickly turned off the tape and began explaining it must have been another psychic who had read for her. My visit with her ended.
I had never attempted to find the site of the body after these many years. In October of 2010 I was traveling with a friend and we passed the road where the body was found. My friend knew of my experiences and suggested we try to find the site.
We turned onto the road and within minutes I spotted the area I had "seen". We checked with neighbors to see if the murdered woman's brother had lived in the dwelling years ago. The neighbor confirmed he had. That was my validation of the events I had experienced. I had never been on that particular stretch of high before that day in October 2010.
I have not experienced any more "nagging" from my spirit friend. My guess is she wanted her mother to know her son did not murder her. I did my job and my spirit friend did hers. May she rest in peace.
In the year 1993 a 38 year old woman disappeared. She was 8 months pregnant. Even though she was a popular well known figure in town I had never met her. I read the article in the local newspaper when she went missing and I had a strange feeling while I was reading it. I somehow felt connected to her even though I did not know her. Three days later her badly decomposed body was found beside the road several miles from where she resided.
Several months later I developed what I would describe as an obsession regarding her murder. I wanted to know more about her, who her friends were, etc. At about this time I met a family through my church who knew the woman well. They had kept the newspaper articles on the case and knew of her personal life. I was like a sponge soaking up all the information I could. I had no idea of why I felt this way. My friends thought it strange as well. There was much speculation as to who had killed her and why. I also discovered I worked with people who had known her. I suddenly seemed surrounded by people who could tell me about her life. I did not actively LOOK for these people. They just TURNED UP. That was strange enough.
I won't detail all the turns this story takes over the years but it seemed to reach a peak one day as I was driving to my mother's home. I had to pass the local newspaper office on my way. Something "prompted" me to go inside. I approached the editor and told him what I was about to tell him would probably sound really crazy to him but I felt I was supposed to stop at his establishment. As I described my interest in the murdered woman and events that had occurred over the past several years, he stopped me and said "there is someone you need to talk to". He dialed the murdered woman's mother and told her she should talk to me. She invited me to her home. My sister in law accompanied me to her house. I felt I should not go alone and I am so thankful I didn't.
Upon reaching the mother's home I introduced myself and my sister in law. I told her I had felt for sometime if I were able to see the funeral book containing the guest's names I might be able to see something that would shed some light on her daughter's murder. She told me she had something better - a video. She was very receptive and began to play the video for me. As the guests at the funeral left the church one man caught my attention. I told her to stop the video. She did and I asked her who a certain individual was. She remarked that was her son, the murdered woman's half brother. She quickly explained he couldn't have had anything to do with it because he had been in prison when the murder occurred. It was at this point things really began to get strange for me.
I asked her who was living on his property when her daughter was murdered. She said her son's girlfriend and her two teenage children. Almost instantly I began to see in my "mind's eye" a road, specifically a dirt road that turned off the main highway. The road was lined on both sides with trees. I also "saw" a house and beyond the house was a garage or shop type dwelling. The shop dwelling had one window on the side of the building. I related this to the mother and she confirmed this was in deed an accurate description of her son's property occupied by his girlfriend and her children. I also asked her if her daughter's body was found near the son's home. She responded "within 3 miles".
I then made a motion of slicing from the left side of my neck to the right side. The mother gasped. I told her that her daughter's throat had been slit and she never knew who or what hit her. The mother said there was no way I could have known those details since it was never published in the paper. I told her I didn't know that I knew it either until that moment. It was as though I was "guided" through the murder. I also told her I "saw" the murder and it occurred just outside of the window at the shop. I described what the young man looked like but she was certain it was her grandson who had killed his mother. She showed me a picture of her grandson. It was not him that I had "seen".
She then told me she had a reading done by Sylvia Browne and Sylvia had said it was her grandson. She began to play the tape of the reading for me and Sylvia's account was exactly as I had described. The mother quickly turned off the tape and began explaining it must have been another psychic who had read for her. My visit with her ended.
I had never attempted to find the site of the body after these many years. In October of 2010 I was traveling with a friend and we passed the road where the body was found. My friend knew of my experiences and suggested we try to find the site.
We turned onto the road and within minutes I spotted the area I had "seen". We checked with neighbors to see if the murdered woman's brother had lived in the dwelling years ago. The neighbor confirmed he had. That was my validation of the events I had experienced. I had never been on that particular stretch of high before that day in October 2010.
I have not experienced any more "nagging" from my spirit friend. My guess is she wanted her mother to know her son did not murder her. I did my job and my spirit friend did hers. May she rest in peace.
I Just Wanted You To Know...
Told as experienced by Rita "Red Dove", FL
In the early 80's I was emerging from a very difficult time in my life. I had not laughed in a very long time. An ad appeared in the newspaper for an accounting position. It looked like something I might enjoying doing so I applied. Within days I was hired. It was a very fast paced construction setting and I liked that. It would keep my mind occupied. During my employment I met a young man. He was my Office Manager. I did not like him. We spatted continually. Eventually we became friends. We became best friends. He made me laugh again. It would be a friendship that spanned over 20 years. When the construction project ended he had become engaged and was planning to move out of state and enroll in law school. He married. He moved. He became an attorney and he loved every minute of it.
We visited several times a week by phone and maintained the friendship for several more years. However, as it often happens, we lost contact with each other.
One evening as I was watching TV a spiritual "nagging" began. I am a music lover so frequently my "kindred spirits" will visit me through music. There was a group years ago known as The Pointer Sisters. This was the name of the group of singers that kept lingering and nagging at me. I went to the computer and looked up every song The Pointer Sisters had recorded. Nothing "grabbed" me. I was tired and very frustrated. I shut off the computer and went to bed. I had a few days peace then the "nagging" began again. This time I said out loud "I don't know what you want me to see, show me". Immediately I became aware my friend of many years ago called me "Poyter" (pronounced Pointer). I knew there was something about my friend someone was trying to tell me. I once again returned to the computer. I suspected he had received a Judgeship appointment. He advanced very quickly in the field of law so it would not have surprised me to find it had happened for him.
I "googled" his name in anticipation. I was very excited. He would have loved becoming a judge. I found nothing. I then "googled" the church he and his wife attended. The information I found took my breath away. I found his obituary. He had been killed in a freak car accident six months before. I believe he wanted me to know.
Never say goodbye. They will find a way to communicate with you if you are open to receiving it. I hope this story blesses and comforts you knowing those who have passed on are never that far away.
Rita (aka Red Dove)
In the early 80's I was emerging from a very difficult time in my life. I had not laughed in a very long time. An ad appeared in the newspaper for an accounting position. It looked like something I might enjoying doing so I applied. Within days I was hired. It was a very fast paced construction setting and I liked that. It would keep my mind occupied. During my employment I met a young man. He was my Office Manager. I did not like him. We spatted continually. Eventually we became friends. We became best friends. He made me laugh again. It would be a friendship that spanned over 20 years. When the construction project ended he had become engaged and was planning to move out of state and enroll in law school. He married. He moved. He became an attorney and he loved every minute of it.
We visited several times a week by phone and maintained the friendship for several more years. However, as it often happens, we lost contact with each other.
One evening as I was watching TV a spiritual "nagging" began. I am a music lover so frequently my "kindred spirits" will visit me through music. There was a group years ago known as The Pointer Sisters. This was the name of the group of singers that kept lingering and nagging at me. I went to the computer and looked up every song The Pointer Sisters had recorded. Nothing "grabbed" me. I was tired and very frustrated. I shut off the computer and went to bed. I had a few days peace then the "nagging" began again. This time I said out loud "I don't know what you want me to see, show me". Immediately I became aware my friend of many years ago called me "Poyter" (pronounced Pointer). I knew there was something about my friend someone was trying to tell me. I once again returned to the computer. I suspected he had received a Judgeship appointment. He advanced very quickly in the field of law so it would not have surprised me to find it had happened for him.
I "googled" his name in anticipation. I was very excited. He would have loved becoming a judge. I found nothing. I then "googled" the church he and his wife attended. The information I found took my breath away. I found his obituary. He had been killed in a freak car accident six months before. I believe he wanted me to know.
Never say goodbye. They will find a way to communicate with you if you are open to receiving it. I hope this story blesses and comforts you knowing those who have passed on are never that far away.
Rita (aka Red Dove)
My Name Is Elsie
Told as experienced by Marion "Spirit Wolf Firewalker", KY
In January of this year a young man came to my home and he had brought me this beautiful doll that had belonged to his mother. I had known his mom and we were friends for a couple of years before her unexpected parting. She had loved dolls and had a huge collection. Her son had told me that some day he would bring me one of her dolls. The doll that he brought is so very pretty and I was very touched by his gift. I held the doll for a while as we were catching up on what had been going on, since we had not seen each other in quite some time. He started telling me how much he dreaded the 3rd anniversary of her passing and I was trying to comfort him. For the time being I put the doll on my coffee table. About 10 to 15 minutes later I was strongly compelled to pick the doll up again. While I was listening to him speak, I started admiring all the details of the beautiful doll in the bright blue dress.
While I held the doll I felt a good energy coming from her and I almost felt a little giddy inside. Then suddenly something made me ask him, "didn't your mom have names for all of her dolls?" He replied, "yes, but I couldn't tell you the names of her dolls." He continued talking to me about his mother and suddenly I saw a large, red letter form in my minds eye. As if being pieced together with red duct tape a large letter E appeared. I started tuning him out and silently asked in my head: Elizabeth? "No, shorter," I heard a frustrated voice tell me and I definitely felt at least one strong presence with us in my living room. I tried to think of a few more names that started with the letter E when suddenly when I heard someone tell me loud and clear: "her name is Elsie." I got goose bumps and I felt more than a few hairs raise at the nape of my neck, even though I ought to be used to it by now. For just a split second, that seemed much longer than that, I felt such incredible love, joy and a feeling of pure peace consume my whole being.
Her son realized that I was no longer paying attention to our conversation. He asked me, "what's wrong? Are you okay?" It was a jolt to hear his questions. I was still holding and admiring the doll and then I looked directly into his eyes. He noticed that the look on my face had changed and again he asked if there was anything wrong with me? It irritated me a little to hear his voice, because it was at that moment that I felt the strong connection to the presence(s) slowly depart. I told him that I was okay and then asked him if the name Elsie meant anything to him? I saw the color drain out of his face and his eyes became very large. His jaw dropped and there was complete silence for a short time. Finally he started speaking,"that was my aunt Grouch. She wasn't really a grouch, I just called her that when I was little and the name stuck. She was my favorite aunt and a really good woman. She passed away last fall and is buried by Mama's feet." Another strong surge of electricity ran through my body making some of the hairs stand up on my neck and arms, since I had not known his aunt or that she had passed on. He was stunned and asked how in the world did I come up with that particular name? I told him this was a way for his mother, aunt or both to come through to me. It was their spirit that was with us. He shook his head in a negative motion and told me, "I don't know how you came up with that name, but I don't believe in a life after death. You believe in the strangest things." His reply was that he didn't believe that this was possible, but he couldn't explain how I came up with his aunts name either. I never try to convince anyone to change their beliefs. All I can do is tell someone what comes through to me. The rest is up to the individual.
In January of this year a young man came to my home and he had brought me this beautiful doll that had belonged to his mother. I had known his mom and we were friends for a couple of years before her unexpected parting. She had loved dolls and had a huge collection. Her son had told me that some day he would bring me one of her dolls. The doll that he brought is so very pretty and I was very touched by his gift. I held the doll for a while as we were catching up on what had been going on, since we had not seen each other in quite some time. He started telling me how much he dreaded the 3rd anniversary of her passing and I was trying to comfort him. For the time being I put the doll on my coffee table. About 10 to 15 minutes later I was strongly compelled to pick the doll up again. While I was listening to him speak, I started admiring all the details of the beautiful doll in the bright blue dress.
While I held the doll I felt a good energy coming from her and I almost felt a little giddy inside. Then suddenly something made me ask him, "didn't your mom have names for all of her dolls?" He replied, "yes, but I couldn't tell you the names of her dolls." He continued talking to me about his mother and suddenly I saw a large, red letter form in my minds eye. As if being pieced together with red duct tape a large letter E appeared. I started tuning him out and silently asked in my head: Elizabeth? "No, shorter," I heard a frustrated voice tell me and I definitely felt at least one strong presence with us in my living room. I tried to think of a few more names that started with the letter E when suddenly when I heard someone tell me loud and clear: "her name is Elsie." I got goose bumps and I felt more than a few hairs raise at the nape of my neck, even though I ought to be used to it by now. For just a split second, that seemed much longer than that, I felt such incredible love, joy and a feeling of pure peace consume my whole being.
Her son realized that I was no longer paying attention to our conversation. He asked me, "what's wrong? Are you okay?" It was a jolt to hear his questions. I was still holding and admiring the doll and then I looked directly into his eyes. He noticed that the look on my face had changed and again he asked if there was anything wrong with me? It irritated me a little to hear his voice, because it was at that moment that I felt the strong connection to the presence(s) slowly depart. I told him that I was okay and then asked him if the name Elsie meant anything to him? I saw the color drain out of his face and his eyes became very large. His jaw dropped and there was complete silence for a short time. Finally he started speaking,"that was my aunt Grouch. She wasn't really a grouch, I just called her that when I was little and the name stuck. She was my favorite aunt and a really good woman. She passed away last fall and is buried by Mama's feet." Another strong surge of electricity ran through my body making some of the hairs stand up on my neck and arms, since I had not known his aunt or that she had passed on. He was stunned and asked how in the world did I come up with that particular name? I told him this was a way for his mother, aunt or both to come through to me. It was their spirit that was with us. He shook his head in a negative motion and told me, "I don't know how you came up with that name, but I don't believe in a life after death. You believe in the strangest things." His reply was that he didn't believe that this was possible, but he couldn't explain how I came up with his aunts name either. I never try to convince anyone to change their beliefs. All I can do is tell someone what comes through to me. The rest is up to the individual.
Mama's Last Request
Told as experienced by Marion "Spirit Wolf Firewalker", KY
In the spring of 1991 we found out that Mama's lung cancer was no longer in remission and that she had 3 inoperable brain tumors. The doctors had done all that they could other than to give her medication and put a stint in one of her brain tumors to drain fluids. They also told us that eventually the medication would stop working and her organs would slowly shut down. We were devastated by the news. Mama told us that she no longer wanted to be in hospital and wanted to be at home when she crossed over and so we honored her wishes. When things got bad enough to where we had to bring in a hospital bed and she could no longer walk she told me that she would understand if we put her in a nursing home. But that was not an option as far as Daddy and I were concerned. The bond of love between us was too strong and we kept her at home and as comfortable as we possibly could. They prescribed her very strong pain medication, but she would always manage to spit the pain medication out and I would find them in her pillows. Hence, I told her if she was in pain to let us know and stopped giving then to her. She wanted to be as lucid as possible for whatever time she had left. I'm was and am still convinced that due to the brain tumors we were very blessed that she wasn't in a lot of pain.
In the early morning hours of Christmas Eve 1991 I walked over to their home, as I always did, to spend time with her and to help Daddy. We lived on the same property and had a 3/4th of a mile private gravel road that led to where we lived. I heard a vehicle come on our property and when I looked out I saw a truck that belonged to a dear friend. My son and I walked the path back to our home to meet him there. I had already prepared lunch earlier that morning, that I could just heat up, and we decided to celebrate Christmas together for the sake of my son who was only eight years old at the time. For a short while I was able to forget what I knew would happen sooner rather than later. I can still remember the nice Ninja Turtle picture my friend painted for my son as we exchanged gifts.
We had just finished eating lunch, but my friend and I were still sitting at the dinning room table sipping on a glass of red wine. Suddenly, just as clear as the sound of a loud church bell I heard Mama's voice just as clearly. She had a heavy accent and pronounced my name in German as she always did. I heard her say: "Marion, it's time. I want you to be with me." My friend noticed immediately that the expression on my face had changed and being a sensitive also he knew that something was wrong. He asked me if I needed to go and be with Mama and I told him that I had to run over there right away. My son wanted to come with me, but my friend offered to take him for a walk down to the valley instead.
I ran over to be with Mama as fast as my feet could carry me and sat down beside her. I noticed that her right eye had already rolled back to where you couldn't see her pupil anymore. I took hold of her left hand and told her that I loved her very much. She could barely squeeze my hand and she nodded a little to let me know that she loved me too. Then I had to say some of the hardest words I ever had to speak. I told her that it was okay to cross over. No sooner had I said that she raised up and took one more deep breath. It was her last breath. I was still holding her hand and I felt her spirit/soul leave her body. It had been cloudy all day, but at the very moment that she left her body a bright ray of sunshine shone directly through the big living room window and seemed to touch her where her heart was. At that moment I knew she would be okay, even though it was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do.
In the last 20 years I don't think one day has gone by where I haven't thought about her. Mama knew that I had psychic occurrences from the onset of my childhood and she never dismissed my feelings and allowed me to think outside of the box. For that I will eternally be grateful. She was not a big believer in organized religion, especially since the Roman Catholic Church formally excommunicated her in the early 1960's for getting a divorce from my Papa. But her faith in a higher power/God was very strong. Some time in 1970's she started buying and reading books about the paranormal and one of her favorite authors was Ruth Montgomery and what had been published about Edgar Cayce. In 1975 while I was in hospital having major surgery she had met a lady that did psychic readings. She was totally convinced this lady could give accurate readings. She even made an appointment for me to see her and even I was truly impressed. Now that I am reflecting and writing about this, oddly enough, I had my first psychic reading on Christmas Eve Day in 1975. And at about the same time that Mama crossed over years later at 1:20 pm. Long before she passed away we made a pact that we would find a way to communicate even after we left this earth plane. And in the last 20 years she has proven to me in some very amazing ways that she is still with us and watching over us. Especially when important events and changes are about to occur in my life. It is my sincere wish that anyone that takes the time to read this will find comfort and the realization that our loved ones are not lost to us. There are still ways to communicate with them if you are open to the process. Talk to your loved ones and ask them to show you signs such as finding pennies or things that only you and your loved ones would know about.
I dedicate this short story to Mama, whom we fondly called Ms. Vitty, with infinite gratitude and love. Thank you for all of your love and support from the other side and all the wonderful memories we made while you were still alive on this earth plane. I know that you are proud that I am able to finally write about this without having a melt down in order to allow others to share in a small way from our experiences.
In the spring of 1991 we found out that Mama's lung cancer was no longer in remission and that she had 3 inoperable brain tumors. The doctors had done all that they could other than to give her medication and put a stint in one of her brain tumors to drain fluids. They also told us that eventually the medication would stop working and her organs would slowly shut down. We were devastated by the news. Mama told us that she no longer wanted to be in hospital and wanted to be at home when she crossed over and so we honored her wishes. When things got bad enough to where we had to bring in a hospital bed and she could no longer walk she told me that she would understand if we put her in a nursing home. But that was not an option as far as Daddy and I were concerned. The bond of love between us was too strong and we kept her at home and as comfortable as we possibly could. They prescribed her very strong pain medication, but she would always manage to spit the pain medication out and I would find them in her pillows. Hence, I told her if she was in pain to let us know and stopped giving then to her. She wanted to be as lucid as possible for whatever time she had left. I'm was and am still convinced that due to the brain tumors we were very blessed that she wasn't in a lot of pain.
In the early morning hours of Christmas Eve 1991 I walked over to their home, as I always did, to spend time with her and to help Daddy. We lived on the same property and had a 3/4th of a mile private gravel road that led to where we lived. I heard a vehicle come on our property and when I looked out I saw a truck that belonged to a dear friend. My son and I walked the path back to our home to meet him there. I had already prepared lunch earlier that morning, that I could just heat up, and we decided to celebrate Christmas together for the sake of my son who was only eight years old at the time. For a short while I was able to forget what I knew would happen sooner rather than later. I can still remember the nice Ninja Turtle picture my friend painted for my son as we exchanged gifts.
We had just finished eating lunch, but my friend and I were still sitting at the dinning room table sipping on a glass of red wine. Suddenly, just as clear as the sound of a loud church bell I heard Mama's voice just as clearly. She had a heavy accent and pronounced my name in German as she always did. I heard her say: "Marion, it's time. I want you to be with me." My friend noticed immediately that the expression on my face had changed and being a sensitive also he knew that something was wrong. He asked me if I needed to go and be with Mama and I told him that I had to run over there right away. My son wanted to come with me, but my friend offered to take him for a walk down to the valley instead.
I ran over to be with Mama as fast as my feet could carry me and sat down beside her. I noticed that her right eye had already rolled back to where you couldn't see her pupil anymore. I took hold of her left hand and told her that I loved her very much. She could barely squeeze my hand and she nodded a little to let me know that she loved me too. Then I had to say some of the hardest words I ever had to speak. I told her that it was okay to cross over. No sooner had I said that she raised up and took one more deep breath. It was her last breath. I was still holding her hand and I felt her spirit/soul leave her body. It had been cloudy all day, but at the very moment that she left her body a bright ray of sunshine shone directly through the big living room window and seemed to touch her where her heart was. At that moment I knew she would be okay, even though it was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do.
In the last 20 years I don't think one day has gone by where I haven't thought about her. Mama knew that I had psychic occurrences from the onset of my childhood and she never dismissed my feelings and allowed me to think outside of the box. For that I will eternally be grateful. She was not a big believer in organized religion, especially since the Roman Catholic Church formally excommunicated her in the early 1960's for getting a divorce from my Papa. But her faith in a higher power/God was very strong. Some time in 1970's she started buying and reading books about the paranormal and one of her favorite authors was Ruth Montgomery and what had been published about Edgar Cayce. In 1975 while I was in hospital having major surgery she had met a lady that did psychic readings. She was totally convinced this lady could give accurate readings. She even made an appointment for me to see her and even I was truly impressed. Now that I am reflecting and writing about this, oddly enough, I had my first psychic reading on Christmas Eve Day in 1975. And at about the same time that Mama crossed over years later at 1:20 pm. Long before she passed away we made a pact that we would find a way to communicate even after we left this earth plane. And in the last 20 years she has proven to me in some very amazing ways that she is still with us and watching over us. Especially when important events and changes are about to occur in my life. It is my sincere wish that anyone that takes the time to read this will find comfort and the realization that our loved ones are not lost to us. There are still ways to communicate with them if you are open to the process. Talk to your loved ones and ask them to show you signs such as finding pennies or things that only you and your loved ones would know about.
I dedicate this short story to Mama, whom we fondly called Ms. Vitty, with infinite gratitude and love. Thank you for all of your love and support from the other side and all the wonderful memories we made while you were still alive on this earth plane. I know that you are proud that I am able to finally write about this without having a melt down in order to allow others to share in a small way from our experiences.
Your Loved Ones Attend Their Memorial Services
Told as experienced by Marion "Spirit Wolf Firewalker", KY
I don't know if this happens in every case, but I do know that the wonderful man that became my stepfather was there for his memorial service. Sometimes I receive messages by hearing voices, seeing images or get clear and strong messages in a dream. I feel that it is important to note that none of the ways that I receive messages come from me and I am not just merely hearing voices or making things up.
My Daddy passed away after a very long bout with cancer, and, like Mama, he donated his body to science as his last gift to humanity. You don't receive the ashes of your loved ones sometimes for up to five years. In Daddy's case it was 3 1/2 years later, in early January, and the weather was cold and horrible. Hence, I decided to inter his ashes on 4th anniversary of his passing in May. When I received his ashes I said a prayer, placed a cross over the black box, and set them in the living room on a small table where I have pictures of all three of my parents. There was no paranormal activity going on in the house while his ashes were in the living room and I think that had a lot to do with the fact that I didn't want there to be any.
Since Daddy was a highly decorated World War II veteran I arranged to have a military funeral service for him. By that time my mourning period was over, although I miss him every day, and the service was more of a celebration of his life. The Legion Post members that came to perform the honors did a splendid job and I was very impressed. There was the traditional prayer, the traditional gun salute, the folding of the flag, and much compassion from all of the members that performed the military service. When I was presented with the folded flag I was told that it now contained three of the empty rifle shot casings. The Commander told me that the three empty bullet shells represented one for the Father, one for the Son, and one the Holy Spirit before he placed the flag in my hands. At the end of the service the minister, who was the son of one of Daddy's best childhood and life long friends and who had passed away before I received Daddy's ashes back, concluded the service with another prayer. His life had been celebrated with honor and I was very moved and even felt a little sense of pride.
As my one of my oldest and best friends, who traveled a long way to spend a few days with me, my daughter and her friend that took pictures of the service for me, and I were driving back to my house Daddy's face appeared to me in my minds eye. He was smiling. As his face disappeared I heard his voice very clearly. He told me: "good job Beatle. Now you go and take the girls out to eat." Money was on the tight side and we had planned on having a cook out at home. Just as I was thinking about money I heard Daddy say: "don't worry about the damn money." I didn't say anything to my daughter and friends about this, except to tell them we were going out to eat instead of going home to cook. At the time I knew that this was Daddy's last request and that it was up to me to honor it. And, of course, I was very happy that he came through to me and that he was pleased with the military service and celebration of his life.
The biggest validations for me were that it was his earthly voice that I heard and that I was so familiar with. But he was the only one who always called me Beatle in the 37 years that we had together. He gave me that nickname right after Mama and I had immigrated to America, because the first album that I had ever bought was Abbey Road by the Beatles and I listened to their music a lot back then. Other people and friends had heard him call me Beatle, some of them laughed and asked for an explanation, but I never allowed anyone else to call me by that nickname. It was also nice to know that someone who never believed in a life after we leave our physical body now knows that life goes on and that he can still communicate with me.
I don't know if this happens in every case, but I do know that the wonderful man that became my stepfather was there for his memorial service. Sometimes I receive messages by hearing voices, seeing images or get clear and strong messages in a dream. I feel that it is important to note that none of the ways that I receive messages come from me and I am not just merely hearing voices or making things up.
My Daddy passed away after a very long bout with cancer, and, like Mama, he donated his body to science as his last gift to humanity. You don't receive the ashes of your loved ones sometimes for up to five years. In Daddy's case it was 3 1/2 years later, in early January, and the weather was cold and horrible. Hence, I decided to inter his ashes on 4th anniversary of his passing in May. When I received his ashes I said a prayer, placed a cross over the black box, and set them in the living room on a small table where I have pictures of all three of my parents. There was no paranormal activity going on in the house while his ashes were in the living room and I think that had a lot to do with the fact that I didn't want there to be any.
Since Daddy was a highly decorated World War II veteran I arranged to have a military funeral service for him. By that time my mourning period was over, although I miss him every day, and the service was more of a celebration of his life. The Legion Post members that came to perform the honors did a splendid job and I was very impressed. There was the traditional prayer, the traditional gun salute, the folding of the flag, and much compassion from all of the members that performed the military service. When I was presented with the folded flag I was told that it now contained three of the empty rifle shot casings. The Commander told me that the three empty bullet shells represented one for the Father, one for the Son, and one the Holy Spirit before he placed the flag in my hands. At the end of the service the minister, who was the son of one of Daddy's best childhood and life long friends and who had passed away before I received Daddy's ashes back, concluded the service with another prayer. His life had been celebrated with honor and I was very moved and even felt a little sense of pride.
As my one of my oldest and best friends, who traveled a long way to spend a few days with me, my daughter and her friend that took pictures of the service for me, and I were driving back to my house Daddy's face appeared to me in my minds eye. He was smiling. As his face disappeared I heard his voice very clearly. He told me: "good job Beatle. Now you go and take the girls out to eat." Money was on the tight side and we had planned on having a cook out at home. Just as I was thinking about money I heard Daddy say: "don't worry about the damn money." I didn't say anything to my daughter and friends about this, except to tell them we were going out to eat instead of going home to cook. At the time I knew that this was Daddy's last request and that it was up to me to honor it. And, of course, I was very happy that he came through to me and that he was pleased with the military service and celebration of his life.
The biggest validations for me were that it was his earthly voice that I heard and that I was so familiar with. But he was the only one who always called me Beatle in the 37 years that we had together. He gave me that nickname right after Mama and I had immigrated to America, because the first album that I had ever bought was Abbey Road by the Beatles and I listened to their music a lot back then. Other people and friends had heard him call me Beatle, some of them laughed and asked for an explanation, but I never allowed anyone else to call me by that nickname. It was also nice to know that someone who never believed in a life after we leave our physical body now knows that life goes on and that he can still communicate with me.
Healing & Kissing Orbs
Told as experienced by Maureen, FL
I have a few orb stories...one close to my heart is after the oil spill upon the Gulf waters. I was SO heart-sick! When I could finally bear it, I went to the beach (folks there HATE it called the BEACH, it is THE GULF!)... I brought my camera & prayed & Blessed*** the waters...there on the pics appeared lime green orbs. By golly gee~ I called that "healing", no?
I have a few orb stories...one close to my heart is after the oil spill upon the Gulf waters. I was SO heart-sick! When I could finally bear it, I went to the beach (folks there HATE it called the BEACH, it is THE GULF!)... I brought my camera & prayed & Blessed*** the waters...there on the pics appeared lime green orbs. By golly gee~ I called that "healing", no?
Another time, I was letting [my dog] Dakota out to go for a walk w/ her. I stood totally mesmerized because of these orbs in the sky-literally bouncing off each other-I forget, think like 4-of them. They would make a circle, then meet in the center- I called it : "kissing"...then they bounced back & re-circled continuing this process. I took Dakota down the road & they FOLLOWED ME!!!! NO [KIDDING]! Seriously...I walked back toward home, & they did the same-back down the road & they again~followed.
It was an awesome feeling & way across the other more main road, there were 3-of them doing the same type of thing only a bit more random. I got home & spent half the night looking up orb sightings in the sky on the computer. I felt as if I had received a special gift.
The Lion in the Bedroom
Told as experienced by Patrick "Wolfofthewic" , CO
This is a story about something strange that happened to me when I was a little boy. My brother and I were around the ages of 8 and 9 years old, living on our old house in Colorado. We were playing in our bedroom, and it must have been getting close to nap time, because we were in our pajamas. I remember we were playing around and having fun, when all of a sudden this very weird feeling came over us. We stopped our laughing and playing, and got really quiet and looked at each other. It seemed like the house had grown very quiet.
On the wall between our beds, a crack began to form, starting small and then traveling up the entire wall. I remember feeling very scared and confused about what was happening to the wall. The crack on the wall began to grow bigger, and then open up completely, revealing a giant hole in the wall. My brother and I looked at each other in surprise and fear, not knowing what the heck was going on.
From inside the crack in the wall, we heard a low, growling-like sound. Then suddenly from out of the crack, came this huge lion. It walked out of the wall and into our bedroom. The lion looked at us and began to roar really loudly. My brother and I screamed at the top of our lungs. I think we were frozen in fear, because I don't remember us trying to run away or anything like that. Our Mom had heard us scream, and she came running into our bedroom. She had a kitchen broom in her hands, and using the broom, she began swatting at the lion. The lion roared back at her in anger, but at the same time began to back away from the broom. After a few more swats, Mom had chased the lion back into the wall. The crack in the wall then suddenly closed up and the wall was normal again, with no sign of what had happened. My mom then looked at us and smiled, and went back into the kitchen as if nothing had happened. My brother and I just stared at each other in amazement at what had just happened.
Years later, I asked my brother if he remembered the lion and he said, "Oh, yes I do!" So, I know it wasn't just my imagination. We then asked our Mom if she remembered what had happened, and to our disbelief, she said she didn't recall anything about the lion, and just looked at us strangely. It makes me wonder if my mom had chased away the lion with her spirit and not in physical form. That might explain why she does not remember.
Anyway, that is a moment in my life that I will never forget...
This is a story about something strange that happened to me when I was a little boy. My brother and I were around the ages of 8 and 9 years old, living on our old house in Colorado. We were playing in our bedroom, and it must have been getting close to nap time, because we were in our pajamas. I remember we were playing around and having fun, when all of a sudden this very weird feeling came over us. We stopped our laughing and playing, and got really quiet and looked at each other. It seemed like the house had grown very quiet.
On the wall between our beds, a crack began to form, starting small and then traveling up the entire wall. I remember feeling very scared and confused about what was happening to the wall. The crack on the wall began to grow bigger, and then open up completely, revealing a giant hole in the wall. My brother and I looked at each other in surprise and fear, not knowing what the heck was going on.
From inside the crack in the wall, we heard a low, growling-like sound. Then suddenly from out of the crack, came this huge lion. It walked out of the wall and into our bedroom. The lion looked at us and began to roar really loudly. My brother and I screamed at the top of our lungs. I think we were frozen in fear, because I don't remember us trying to run away or anything like that. Our Mom had heard us scream, and she came running into our bedroom. She had a kitchen broom in her hands, and using the broom, she began swatting at the lion. The lion roared back at her in anger, but at the same time began to back away from the broom. After a few more swats, Mom had chased the lion back into the wall. The crack in the wall then suddenly closed up and the wall was normal again, with no sign of what had happened. My mom then looked at us and smiled, and went back into the kitchen as if nothing had happened. My brother and I just stared at each other in amazement at what had just happened.
Years later, I asked my brother if he remembered the lion and he said, "Oh, yes I do!" So, I know it wasn't just my imagination. We then asked our Mom if she remembered what had happened, and to our disbelief, she said she didn't recall anything about the lion, and just looked at us strangely. It makes me wonder if my mom had chased away the lion with her spirit and not in physical form. That might explain why she does not remember.
Anyway, that is a moment in my life that I will never forget...
UFO Sighting in Alaska
Told as experienced by Marion "Spirit Wolf Firewalker", KY
It was during the first year of living in Galena, Alaska, before the spring of 1969, something strange happened one early morning on our way to school. The little Native American village was located by the bank of the mighty Yukon River. Coming out of the village was a large dike that surrounded the air strip that was used for military fighter jets and regular flights and on the other side of the dike there of was the Air Force Base. Approximately 12 miles down river was a radar station called Campion. Often we would hear an alarm go off and then we would see Russian fighter jets fly above us. In no time we would see our Air Force fighter jets take off, it seemed as if they were having a small dog fight between them, and then our jets would chase the Russian fighter jets back out of the territory. It was amazing to watch and I had already gotten used to the alarm system and the whole drill.
On one particular morning some of my friends and I were walking on the dike, not far from the village, when we saw a saucer shape object in the sky hovering very close above us. We saw strange round light blue lights underneath the craft and I don't believe any of us were old enough to have heard about UFOs at the time. I certainly hadn't. Just as we were watching the strange object in wondrous awe the alarm sounded for the Air Force fighter jets to take off. But we didn't see any Russian fighter jets on the horizon. As soon as the alarm system sounded, and while we were still intently watching the strange object in the very clear sky, we heard a swooshing sound coming from it, as the craft took off at lightening speed. A speed that was unlike anything we had ever seen, and the craft was long gone before the fighter jets had the chance to get on the runway. The fighter jets did take off, but returned in a very short period of time. I suppose due to the fact that there was nothing there to chase.
I am still a skeptic when it comes to alien abductions and prefer not to think about them, but am also not so naive as to think that we are the only living species in the vast universe. Once I had seen my first pictures of UFOs I knew for sure that we had seen one that particular morning. One other little footnote. Daddy had a few pictures of Area 51 that he had taken while on active duty back during the Roswell era. If someone recognized Area 51 in the pictures and asked him anything at all about it he would slam the photo album shut immediately. And all you could ever get him to tell you until the day he died was: "I saw some strange things in that desert."
It was during the first year of living in Galena, Alaska, before the spring of 1969, something strange happened one early morning on our way to school. The little Native American village was located by the bank of the mighty Yukon River. Coming out of the village was a large dike that surrounded the air strip that was used for military fighter jets and regular flights and on the other side of the dike there of was the Air Force Base. Approximately 12 miles down river was a radar station called Campion. Often we would hear an alarm go off and then we would see Russian fighter jets fly above us. In no time we would see our Air Force fighter jets take off, it seemed as if they were having a small dog fight between them, and then our jets would chase the Russian fighter jets back out of the territory. It was amazing to watch and I had already gotten used to the alarm system and the whole drill.
On one particular morning some of my friends and I were walking on the dike, not far from the village, when we saw a saucer shape object in the sky hovering very close above us. We saw strange round light blue lights underneath the craft and I don't believe any of us were old enough to have heard about UFOs at the time. I certainly hadn't. Just as we were watching the strange object in wondrous awe the alarm sounded for the Air Force fighter jets to take off. But we didn't see any Russian fighter jets on the horizon. As soon as the alarm system sounded, and while we were still intently watching the strange object in the very clear sky, we heard a swooshing sound coming from it, as the craft took off at lightening speed. A speed that was unlike anything we had ever seen, and the craft was long gone before the fighter jets had the chance to get on the runway. The fighter jets did take off, but returned in a very short period of time. I suppose due to the fact that there was nothing there to chase.
I am still a skeptic when it comes to alien abductions and prefer not to think about them, but am also not so naive as to think that we are the only living species in the vast universe. Once I had seen my first pictures of UFOs I knew for sure that we had seen one that particular morning. One other little footnote. Daddy had a few pictures of Area 51 that he had taken while on active duty back during the Roswell era. If someone recognized Area 51 in the pictures and asked him anything at all about it he would slam the photo album shut immediately. And all you could ever get him to tell you until the day he died was: "I saw some strange things in that desert."
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