I See Dead People: Dreams and Visions of the Dying

YouTube ^ | December 2, 2015 | Dr. Christopher Kerr | TEDxBuffalo

[SunkenCiv]

Dr. Christopher W. Kerr is the Chief Medical Officer at The Center for Hospice and Palliative Care, where he has worked since 1999. His background in research has evolved from bench science towards the human experience of illness as witnessed from the bedside, specifically patients’ dreams and visions at the end of life. Although medically ignored, these near universal experiences often provide comfort and meaning as well as insight into the life led and the death anticipated.

This talk was given at a TEDx event using the TED conference format but independently organized by a local community.

[CJ Wolf]

Had an Angel visit once and then later a different one. The first one was amazing and comunitive. The second seemed to have more of a task at hand of protection which I am thankful for. Different Angel’s.

[steve86]

One thing I’ve always wondered about these relatives and such who “come back to visit”: Were any of them known atheists or hostile to God or God’s will for some reason, or were they religious people, or is there no pattern at all? Wish I knew the answer to this as it might validate or call into question some beliefs about the afterlife.

[steve86]

Oh, as far as my own experience, the only thing I’ve had happen was last year after my dear wife died. For a couple weeks, especially the first week, the TV in the living room kept turning itself on, surfing through channels, and then turning itself off or just staying on. But it would always stop going through channels a second or two after I noticed it. And this would happen only when I was in the room, not just the grandkids. The interesting thing is that this was a prank I often played on her, changing channels from another room using my cell phone. And yes, my wife was a very religious (and good) person.

[SunkenCiv]

If I make money selling tuna fish, I see tuna fish.

We all try to roll with the changes. /jk

[SunkenCiv]

My pleasure. Thanks novemberslady, and thanks to all for so many interesting contributions, I really hadn't expected much interest in this topic!

[laplata]

Thanks for posting this.

[CJ Wolf]

I used to be a psychic healer back in the day. Came to me at a very young age. Also used to be a magician and a palm reader. Pretty much all in the same category especially if they make a living at it. It’s a scam.

[SunkenCiv]

My pleasure. I'm having issues with the 23 year old machine I normally use -- or rather, the sites I'm trying to visit are basically giving me a hard time. I can't remember the author of this one, and my search results are not proving to be fruitful (I should take the hint and go to bed), but anyway, I read this one, uh, wow, over 30 yars ago, and started the Michael Sabom book that came out at the same time. I think the author of this one is Kenneth Ring, the name just came back to me.

Life at Death: A Scientific Investigation of the Near-Death Experience

[kalee]

My grandparents had been married 63 years, when my grandmother passed away. My grandfather had health problems due to a stroke and they for the first time in all those year together were not sleeping in the same bed or room. When I arrived at their house the morning after she died, my grandfather told me he had awakened in the night and called out for my grandmother, but that he knew she was gone.

He lived another 7 years. When I would call or visit he would always say he would not be there much longer and I would reply, “no, you’re not going anywhere!” The last time we had that conversation, he said,” honey, don’t hold me here. At night I see your grandmother in a field picking flowers, she waves to me, beckoning me to join her. I want to go through the gate into that field and help her pick those flowers.” I quit holding him here and he died not long after that.

[Aria]

I can’t say it has been often...but on rare occasions surprising things happened. I seem to have ESP once in a while.

Sort of a convoluted story but one dark night I drove to a bus stop to pick up my sister and arrived just as she was stepping off the bus. Only thing...she never asked me to be there...and she wasn’t even supposed to be at that bus stop - she had taken the wrong bus. She would have been stranded and no cell phone. She was more than shocked to see me...but to me it was something I never questioned - I just went to pick her up.

[CrimsonTidegirl]

What a touching story. Thanks for sharing.

[combat_boots]

I experienced something similar. One night, one of my siblings woke up and sat straight up, waking me up with something “wrong.” It turned out that our father was in the middle of having a heart attack (that ended up being the cause of death a few days later, even after going through with surgery that uses a balloon/stent [which was still experimental at that time]).

We kids all got to say our goodbyes and get advice at his deathbed. I will always remember us all standing outside his hospital room, as my mom, sobbing and shaking-and with us all gathered around her- signed a no code order that he said he’d wanted.

At the time, it turned out that a Cardinal had built a nest for three baby birds she hatched and took care of until they flew away. The last one took a bit of “pushing” from the momma bird. We all watched the hatchlings, partly as a way to not think about what we were going through. I just realized that we didn’t take pictures of them.

A while later, as I was pulling into the driveway, I swear I saw him in his usual fishing shirt and hat, on the riding mower, smiling and waving to me, like he’d done a thousand times before. I stopped the car cold for that brief moment.

[combat_boots]

After our mom died, for quite a while, we'd find kitchen cabinets open, like she wanted us to get cooking, which she loved to do. We still will wake up or be somewhere and smell gardenias, her favorite flower, or have dreams of her talking to us about all kinds of things: helping us solve problems, having tea, or just making us smile. She's happy as a busy bee. And yes, she was a devout believer in Christ and the Lord God Almighty.

[combat_boots]

Thanks for that idea.

[trebb]

Happened to my Mom when her dad died - Her sister had moved to California some years before (we were in NY) and the sister called Mom about 4 in the morning NY time to say she had the weirdest dream where she woke up and saw her father standing at the end of the bed giving her a sad look (she had been kind of a wild black sheep of the family) and felt something was wrong. Mom called Grandma and woke her up and it was then that Grandma discovered Grandpa dead in his bed - massive heart attack...

[combat_boots]

Great thread, FReepers. I knew I woke up early for some reason.

[Chickensoup]

That blurring also sometimes takes place during the changes of adolescence.

I remember there was a time when I was 12 to about 19 that I could tell whether some one was dead or alive just by looking at photographs. We tested it a few times. I was always right.

It eventually went away. I researched it and it is not an unusual phenomenon to have young adolescents be temporarily gifted with some sort of second sight.

I do not have one airy fairy bone in my body.

[Chickensoup]

read my post below

[xp38]

I have been interested in this topic for most of my life but I have never experienced anything like an NDE or visitation by a loved one. I’ve had dreams of my late parents but they were clearly dreams and not visitations. I recall some stat which said those who have NDEs are about 20% of those who have been near death and not died so most people don’t have them but they are fascinating to read and hear about. To me they are suggestive of things to come. Sort of like a much anticipated series of movie trailers of coming attractions.

[Openurmind]

"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."

Well, you are absolutely on track. Everything in the universe including ourselves is NOT a solid. On the atomic level everything is constructed of groupings of constantly moving energy and electromagnetic particles. We are nothing but protons, electrons, neutrons, and space between these. If you were to compress the actual solid mass of these in the human body it would fit on a pinhead, the balance is all space between these. The big question is what is this space that binds everything together as the medium? And could it be inter-dimensional? I am sure of it. :)

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Atom