Posted on 06/09/2002 4:12:34 PM PDT by Hellmouth
Uncle John First of all, I'd like to say that although my family has never been dabbled in any paranormal practices, but we were always taught to have respect for the dead and those on "the other side". When this incident occurred, I was about 10 years old. It was close to midnight, and as usual, I had waited for my parents to go to bed and turned my bedside lamp on and began reading a book. There was motion in my peripheral vision and I looked up rather alarmed and saw my Uncle John standing there. Immediately, I felt calm. I didn't question his being there as it didn't seem strange. He talked to me briefly, telling me that he loved me and to promise to be good. When he ended by saying that he wouldn't be back to see me anymore, I began to cry and ask him why. Right before my eyes, he began to become transparent. Fading slowly, his smiling face began to split, spilling blood onto his plaid shirt. Just as one side of his head seemed to drop to the floor, he disappeared completely. My sense of calm was gone, and I realized what had just happened to me. I jumped from my bed and ran down the stairs to my parents room. About half way down the stairs, the telephone began to ring. I burst into my parents room, out of breath and crying, wanting too tell them what had happened. Instead, when I opened my mouth, I heard my own voice say, "Aunt Mary needs you on the phone!" The conversation was short and to the point. My mother was crying, and Daddy was on the phone, trying to calm Aunt Mary. Later that morning, my mom asked me how did I know Aunt Mary had been on the phone. I told her everything, and she backed away from me as I spoke. Uncle John had been driving down the two lane highway to his farm when his pick up truck was hit by an 18 wheeler. The service was closed casket, his head had been damaged beyond repair. In fact, it had been nearly cleaved in two.
Footsteps, cold-spots and whisperings in the dark.
I myself do not believe in such nonsense...
I just take night shots at cemeteries... before the gates close.
Guess I hesitate to describe this as a ghost story.
God seems--and certainly did in at least one Scriptural story--to set some rather clear limits on what can and cannot communicate from "beyond the grave" with us in this time/space dimension. Nevertheless, He Himself is want at times to cut clear across even His own little boxes. He certainly allowed David to with the shewbread etc.
The situation you described appears to me to be a clear message that God allowed from a beloved uncle to you. It also was a message to your whole family and perhaps to us hereon that THERE IS life beyond this one. . . .and that we needs be loving while we have the chance in this one.
I think the detail of his death was an added sort of "God thing" wherein He seems to love to toss in very telling or key details of a very literal nature just to clue us in how much attention HE IS paying to us and life here in general.
It could also have served as a point of comfort to the rest of your family as well as you--if God cared enough to communicate so personally and touchingly to you, perhaps He really did care for all of you, including the uncle--and had everything under control regardless of emotions and appearances--and would invite all of you and us to trust Him with all the details of all our lives.
I believe that most ghost stories that have the flavor of ghost stories are not very edifying or comforting. I believe that they involve demons pure and simple and/or demons masquerading as a dead loved one. Given that they have all the details of history at their observant disposal, it's not a great matter for them to pretend to be a deceased person rather convincingly.
One needs to ask what is the purpose as well as the source of the phenomenon. If it seems entirely "nice," is there some sort of seduction going on trying to strengthen a demonic grip on an individual, family, situation, place or habitation. If it seems primarily fear engendering, the source is rather obvious.
The Bible is full of "fear not!'s" and Jesus, the conqueror of the world, the flesh, the devil, hell and the grave has demonstrated with His Resurrection, we really have nothing to fear other than displeasing someone we love and would hate to displease because we Love Him.
We were visiting the Washington memorial back in 1964 on a family vacation. My mother, who was extremely overweight, was wearing a somewhat formal black dress, as many ladies wore in such dignified places back then. She had already been complaining about being out of breath that morning since we had already done so much walking. But as my sister and me kept begging her to walk up to the top with us, some young girl about 9 or so came out of the crowd, grabbed my mother's hand and begged her not to go inside. She then ran off into the crowd.
This scared my mother so much, that she sat down on a bench to gather her wits. Needless to say, she didn't leave that bench until we headed back to the hotel. Mother has always speculated that this was her guardian angel. It sure was a strange thing though.
Was the bizzare happening named "Gerald Ford"? If so, I had the same one.
Heb 13:2 Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.
Scary, huh?
I would love to have a visit from someone I have lost, I.E. my grandfather. My mom had a visit from him, he was sitting on the edge of her bed one night, right before my grandmother died. He told her that everything would be ok, and not to worry.
I miss him sooooo much. Wish he would come and see me.
No, but I heard a few people had experiences with those underwear gnomes that Cartman talks about...
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