Posted on 11/22/2019 11:38:54 AM PST by SunkenCiv
Shortly after my dad passed I was woken up by someone tugging on my big toe. There was my dad telling me to quit smoking, although he didn’t die of lung cancer ,but brain cancer. It was as real as gets and that’s the way he always woke me up as a kid by tugging on my toe.
Also, He always told the story to me of the time when one of his sisters was dying as a young girl and he was a young teen. He said he woke up in the middle of the night with a strange feeling and when he stood out of his bedroom there was an angel in his sister’s doorway that turned to look at him and then he watched it take his sister’s soul.
What a hoot if she made a special trip to see you on the way out to tell you that she was right about you all along?
Some of this can be written off to Charles Bonnett syndrome. I experienced some strangeness this summer myself, couldn’t quite understand it. The doctor’s video cleared up a lot. He is dead now. He experienced these music and lucid hallucinations himself. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SgOTaXhbqPQ&app=desktop
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I’ve decided. I’m going to be late for my funeral.
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If Einstein’s theory of relativity is an accurate one, and e=mc2, then m=e/c2.
IOW, Matter is a factor of Energy and the speed of light!
So, Matter is not as “solid” as we think it is, if its existence can be altered by an Energy that “moves” faster than the speed of light.
Am NOT any sort of scientist, but this idea has fascinated me for a long time!
In the last week of his life my father “saw” long departed family members standing just beyond the foot of his bed. He mentioned them to me and pointed to them as I sat in a chair beside his bed.
Something basically the same happened with one of my aunts. Like my father she was in her late 90s, and as death approached she began speaking to her younger sister who had passed away a couple of years before. What made it even more unusual is that this aunt hadn’t spoken for some years prior to this end of life event.
You like to hope that they are indeed seeing their departed loved ones. It seems to comfort them all the same.
These stories are never boring.
(If you show me yours, I’ll show you mine...)
My uncle was dying of cancer back in the ‘50’s. He was in the hospital, final days and there was a lot of snow on the ground. The doorbell rang nobody there, and no footprints in the snow either. At the same time, all of his clothes fell off the hangers in the closet. He died shortly after these incidents
My mom will tell you that when she would make my grandfather’s restaurant recipes in her kitchen, she said he was right there and she would talk to him. We always found this strange.
And I will never forget the day my grandmother died. I spent the night at my parents and while in my room late at night I felt this hand on my shoulder but there was nobody there. I knew it was her.
A beloved relative, a young man in his 20s, lay dying tragically of cancer. His young wife sat death watch. She fell asleep. She dreamed that he rose from the bed, touched her, said: "I'll see you," and left the room. When she awoke he had died.
I have had visitations from several people: my mother-in-law, my great-grandmother (whom I never knew), a high school friend, my first cousin by marriage, and another dear friend. They were not dreams. They were visitations. Some were life changing.
When I was 3-years-old, my mother sat death watch. My father was dying. Her situation was hopeless. She had no money, no job, no prospects, no hope, and two small children and no one else in the world. She sat up praying, crying, and racking her brain trying to think of something that she could do. She could think of nothing. In the darkest of the night, she said to herself: "I give up. I don't know what I'm going to do." Just then, she looked out the window (a 3d floor window) into the night. "Someone was out there," she later told me; "I don't know if it was Jesus or and angel or what, but someone was out there. Suddenly I knew everything would be okay. I fell asleep. When I woke up, he was better." He got well. She got a job. They saved money, paid for the house and the car. All was well. Many years later, I thanked the physician who had operated on him. The doctor said: "He's the sickest man I ever knew to get well."
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My wife did the same to a young friend of ours, a homosexual young man who was dying of AIDS. He had been one of his closest companions during his last days. She held his hand and said: “It’s okay. You can let go and just go.” He smiled at her and died.
My grandmother died at the age of 94. I nursed her at her home over a period of 8 months, from the time she began to fail until her death.
For the last five months or so of this time, she was almost what we unfortunately call a ‘vegetable;. She was bed-ridden, blind, and deaf, and she didn’t recognize anybody anymore. We had a nurse coming in to bathe and check on her a few times a week, but the rest of the time, I had her care. I could sit her up and spoon-feed her, but there was no way to actually converse, because what was left of her mind was all over the place. When she spoke at all, her words made no sense – usually she was calling to relatives long dead; and once, she seemed to be seeing Jesus.
During that time, I had to do laundry by going out of the apartment and to the back of the building, into a laundry facility. One day in deep November, when it was unusually cold, I was walking back there with a load of laundry. I was tired, sad, worn out from the work of caring for her, and very depressed by the impending loss of this person who had been my ‘mother’, really, and my greatest friend.
But I happened to notice that even in the cold, there was a lush, perfect patch of beautiful clover growing. It inspired me and lifted my spirits so much that I felt a great rush of happiness and relief.
When I got back into the apartment, I puttered around for a while and then went back to the bedroom, to check on my her. Out of the blue, she said very coherently, “Wasn’t that clover beautiful?”
Remember, she was blind, deaf, absolutely bed-ridden, and mostly out of her mind at that point. There was no way that she could have gotten out of bed, looked out the window, and seen the clover.
A friend of mine who sometimes helped me with her care experienced something very similar a little while later, where Granny seemed know of an item brought into the house that she couldn’t have known about.
This always seemed to me to be a ‘blurring’ of the boundaries between minds, which may happen near death. I don’t know – it’s one of those mysteries that many of us experience but can’t explain. But once you’ve experienced it, no ‘rational’, ‘scientific’ explanation satisfies. You just know that something extraordinary took place.
The mass-energy equivalence has nothing to do with anything moving faster than the speed of light squared or otherwise. It simply asserts the amount of energy intrinsic to mass and vice-versa.
One of the things that many NDE-ers claim to experience is a ‘life review’, where they see everything they’ve done and experience the ways in which their actions and attitudes have affected others. This is one of the aspects of the experience that appears to really change the lives of many of the survivors.
Many of them come back and say that so much of what we believe is important, is not; and what really matters is the kindness and love that we’ve shown toward others.
Wow....that was very touching!
Thanks for sharing.
I’ve heard other stories, where people in hospitals seemed to be ‘attended/watched over’ by what appeared to be ‘other patients’ in some way.
Several things like that have happened to me. A really strange aspect is that - in the moment when it happens - you aren’t really struck by the strangeness; you just take it in stride, as if on some level you recognize it as perfectly normal.
It’s only later, in retrospect, that you realize how odd it was.
This has been a fascinating thread.
I do enjoy reading of these experiences.
Transcendence is hard-wired into the human psyche. It makes for interesting conversations with yourself.
She died in a Catholic hospital, was a devout Catholic which is why I told her it was an angel and we had no doubts.
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