When we returned to my grandmother's room, I went to step in but an invisible force held me back. For lack of a better description, I could see into the room but it was as if a wall had been erected and I could not physically pass. Then I "heard a voice" (again, words fail to describe this since this was not an audible voice) say: "Get the baby out of here". The only person who referred to my daughter as "the baby", was my grandmother. Utterly bewildered by this strange event, I called out to my aunt and uncle sitting beside my grandmother's bed to explain I could not enter the room and would be taking my daughter back to my grandmother's apartment.
We took the elevator down to the parking lot and drove 20 minutes to Lake George and my grandmother's apartment. Shortly after we arrived, the phone rang. It was my uncle calling to say that my grandmother had passed. He said: "You could not have been in the hospital's parking lot, when she died". This memory remains as vivid as yesterday though she passed away 18 years ago.
As I lay dying a voice said: ‘Let’s go’ (the near-death experience of a cynical prof)
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The day before my mother died, she turned to my father and said “I saw Yia-yia (my grandmother, her mother) last night and she said everything is going to okay.” My grandmother had died 15 years earlier.
My father came back from Hospice and told me that the end was near. For several weeks, my mother had been unable to communicate as the drugs or cancer had addled her brain. But at the moment she told my father about the visit from her mother, she spoke very clearly for the last time. She died the next day.
These clowns pretend we are here by accident and without purpose.
They refuse to acknowledge their limited understanding of “the laws of physics”.
Can they measure the energy that IS LIFE, in a living person?
If they can’t measure it during life, they can’t measure it when it leaves.
Yet, they deny it’s presence.
“the only evidence of afterlife experiences is “a few legends and sketchy claims from unreliable witnesses … plus a bucket load of wishful thinking.”
“We are made of atoms,” he says. “When you die, it’s like a candle being put out or turning off a laptop. There’s no substance that leaves the body. That’s a process that stops. That’s how the laws of physics describe life.””
I immediately opened my eyes and the scene disappeared. I lay there until 4am seeing this strange vision until I realized that my fathers soul was soaring around the earth and he was taking me with him.
He loved to travel but didn't get much of a chance to do so. I felt very honored that he showed me what his soul was doing
. Finally I was so tired I told him good bye I had to sleep.
I will never forget that night.
Death is that from which you don’t come back. If someone “comes back from the dead” he was not dead. End of discussion.
I had what I felt was a tiny “peek” into the afterlife. My grandfather had Alzheimer’s, and the last couple years of his life he spent in a Masonic rest home in another state. I hadn’t had the opportunity to talk with him in all that time. We knew he was sick, but I didn’t have any details.
The night he died (we were notified the next morning), he appeared to me in a very detailed dream. No words were spoken — just “knowing” things — and the funny thing was, he was dressed as a “day of the dead” character, with a cheerful skull mask on. (I think my mind interpreted his appearance this way because I had gone to a “day of the dead” art show several months before, and loved the cheery, funny approach of much of the artwork.) I could tell he was very excited and happy, and in a hurry to be on his way, as we said farewell to one another. The background was a pearlescent, shifting white and gray, like a flower petal with the sun coming through it. Far, far in the distance, I could see someone waiting for my grandfather, though I couldn’t see who it was.
That happened 30 years ago, and it changed my life. I had not believed in God or an afterlife before — heck, I didn’t know what I believed! — and now I do. Seeing is believing, as they say. Thanks, Grandpa. Best gift you ever gave me.
Wasn't me, & I'm the only male in the house.
I file it under "interesting". Something we won't find the truth about in this life.
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To All: This world is but dust and cardboard. However, the people in it are real. Treat them well. Love. Work. The physical is ephemera. The people aren’t.
Sexy. Life after death is the sexiest concept in the world. I like it.
Mom & Dad have both been back on a few occasions since their passing, mostly in the first months after they died, not as “ghosts”’ but as events to which no other explanation is possible, to which I've learned to smile and say Hi Mom Hi Dad.
When it's 3am and somebody blows on the back of your neck and there's nobody else at home, what else can you say. I watched a pen I had just put down on my desk rotate in a complete circle. Hi Mom. The ONLY time in ten years that my chipper-shredder failed to start was when I probably would have risked heat stroke by wanting to finish the job instead of taking a break. By not starting I was forced to take a break and it may have saved my life. Thanks Dad!
While I am in no hurry to die, I certainly am of the opinion that my passing will but be the start of a great adventure and while I will certainly miss my Earthbound friends we will all come together in a better place eventually.
At the time I was living in something of a small shack, no heat.
It could get a little bit cold, like down into the 40's (F) at that time of year.
I was married at the time, and my side of the bed was against the wall, there being no way to rise up without scooting myself down and exiting from the foot of the bed.
Doing so without waking my sleeping wife (who would deliver a son to me within two weeks) I knew would be all but impossible -- and let me tell you, that woman was cranky most all the time of that 9+ months...
I laid there in bed trying to pray, but it was not enough. The spirit of the Lord was insistent upon having me get out of bed and kneel down to pray.
Eventually, I did -- and was struck immediately with the thought (upon later reflection, I am not sure if that part be entirely "of the Lord") that it was too late -- my grandfather had by then already died.
So I prayed anyway for God to have mercy for him...
Some time later, a month and a half at least, perhaps longer, I received a phone call from my grandmother informing me of his death.
She was surprised that I already knew, and asked me if some other relative had contacted me. None had, for it was difficult to reach me in those days -- the phone I was called on, was not my own, and in fact was a payphone, on private property. That is strange. I know, but it was true at the time, myself putting it like that for reason that payphone has by now long since has been removed...
April 8, 1983 was the day my grandfather passed on, as that euphemism goes...
My youngest son born April 24 of that same year, 3 years to the day of the birth of his older brother, and that having come to pass only due to that year there having been a strangeness in how daylight savings time was to be calculated.
Not that it matters all that much, but at the time I was living at a Christian ministry of sorts -- and a few amateur prophetic types had made something of a game of "who will rightly prophesy" the date of my son's birth.
They [figuratively] roped me into that, one woman in particular having pressed me to provide a date, perhaps due to myself having shaken my head "no" to every attempted forecast or prediction of the date.
I could only answer what came first to my own mind -- his older brother's birthday.
It's not the only thing which the Lord has given me prophesy for. Yet for those types of knowledge I have gotten the impression that He only says what He desires to say to who He wants to say it to, and in that way has incrementally built up the faith of many, showing them that He can communicate with them, showing and proving Himself to be God of the living, the Alpha & Omega, first and the last.
These stories have as much validity as most religious stories. And I don’t mean that in a disrespectful way.
Whenever I hear about someone I know dying, I often think, “They know all the answers now. I wish they could tell me.”
These are not only real, they happen to me all the time.
There is a lot more to this topic than most people realize.