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I have just been told that my elderly neighbour died here in the Hospital last night. RIP.

As I was passing through the village on my way to work this morning, she crossed the road in front of me, about 10 feet away. Redhead II was with me and remarked that she was out early (about 7.15).

It was very light and neither of us could mistake her for someone else as we have known her for nearly 30 years.

Very odd.
 
Call me mad but I believe that the spirit is always around for at least 24 hours after death. As G-G said,its as if someone as said to them go and say your goodbyes.
I have had 2 case's of this myself but don't talk too much about it for fear of the men in white coats coming for me:D
 
I'm inclined to agree with both of you.

I too have had similar experiences, but never so soon after someone's death.

Don't think there is anything barmy about it, just some people can see things and others can't.

I'm beginning to wonder more and more whether this is due to one's personal chemical make-up, as a shift in that due to medication has recently resulted in my losing my "green fingers". I only had to plant something for it to thrive like a weed, but when the medication was at its highest, they actually died on me.

Certainly one's chemical im/balance will affect one's personality, so why not one's perceptions? Which further begs the question of hallucination or actual perception. An interesting line of research for a paranormal investigator!

I startled a few friends a couple of years ago when I told them that I had seen the chap in the flat downstairs and spoken with him. He was standing outside his door and saw me coming down the stairs, smiled and said "Morning, Sunshine!" He had recently been very ill but looked really well and I was pleased to see it, so I asked how he was and he beamed at me and said "Never better, love. Never better." and let himself into his flat.

My friends' faces were a picture as they told me that he had died 6 weeks before.
 
My father saw my grandmother at the end of the bed very shortly after she had died - his mother in law. She had died in my parents house. He asked her if she was all right and she answered him. She then 'walked' through the bed. My father was not one to believe in particulalry anything spiritual, but he was absolutely convinced he had spoken to her.
After he died I could smell something in the house occassionally which I associated with him. The events never coincided with anniversaries or birthdays, but every now and again it would be there and only for a minute or two, but definitely there.
 
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The more you look into these things, the more experiences you discover along similar lines - visions, voices, smells and sometimes even touch. It's going to sound nutso, I realise, but shortly after my mother died near the end of 2007, I felt as if a warm, firm, hand was placed on my left shoulder for several evenings afterwards. (No, it wasn't the Voltarol rub for sore muscles, honest!) It wasn't at all frightening - I accepted it and it felt very comforting. Whatever dimensions there are, I'm sure there is a real spiritual one (whether you call it residual energy, chemicals, whatever) which will come through into ours every now and then. All these beliefs down the ages, calling upon various spirits under different names - can they all be wrong? Why would we have invented them if we felt that a spiritual dimension didn't exist? I think it demonstrates that people have had these experiences for century upon century, probably millennia.
 
redhead said:
I startled a few friends a couple of years ago when I told them that I had seen the chap in the flat downstairs and spoken with him. He was standing outside his door and saw me coming down the stairs, smiled and said "Morning, Sunshine!" He had recently been very ill but looked really well and I was pleased to see it, so I asked how he was and he beamed at me and said "Never better, love. Never better." and let himself into his flat.

My friends' faces were a picture as they told me that he had died 6 weeks before.
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Redhead sees dead people!:p

Seriously though,maybe you have some sort of sixth sense. Have you ever seen a spiritualist or similar? Maybe,as you have said,you have that chemical make up that allows you these type of instances. Interesting to say the least. A friend of mine, whose mother passed away last year, has a spiritualist relative who has told her she as spoken to her Mother and then told my friend only things that she and her mother would know. She as even said that her mother would come and 'visit' her if she wanted. Spooky!
 
I have been in touch with a psychic three or four times since mother died, who said that there was a tall man standing in the background to his sense of her. I said that'd be my father - had he anything he'd like to say? The response was yes, he would, but my mother was being quite adamant that he shouldn't as 'he'd only confuse her'! Seems that being bossy doesn't change in the non-physical world! :rolleyes:
 
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The more you look into these things, the more experiences you discover along similar lines - visions, voices, smells and sometimes even touch. It's going to sound nutso, I realise, but shortly after my mother died near the end of 2007, I felt as if a warm, firm, hand was placed on my left shoulder for several evenings afterwards. (No, it wasn't the Voltarol rub for sore muscles, honest!) It wasn't at all frightening - I accepted it and it felt very comforting. Whatever dimensions there are, I'm sure there is a real spiritual one (whether you call it residual energy, chemicals, whatever) which will come through into ours every now and then. All these beliefs down the ages, calling upon various spirits under different names - can they all be wrong? Why would we have invented them if we felt that a spiritual dimension didn't exist? I think it demonstrates that people have had these experiences for century upon century, probably millennia.
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Its not weird. I recently heard my Mum's voice whilst I was sitting on the train reading a book one night when I was coming home from work. It was not very crowded and I was sitting in a part of the carriage on my lonesome. Suddenly when I was going through Tempe I heard "Hey love how are you?" I absolutely freaked out because I thought someone sitting next to me was chatting to me, but when I looked up completely glazened I saw not one person was there, and the train was dead silent.
 
Walsy - cheeky boy! Ooh! This will sound odd, but I was the Human Doormat well into my 30s, horribly compliant and over-pleasing. God knows what I thought would happen if I said 'no' to taking on yet another committee's minuting or doing some shite work I really didn't want to do, but after I managed to square up one day and say, none too confidently, "er, um, well, actually, I don't think I can do that for you, sorry, sorry", I began to get a bit more outspoken.

Regrettably, things have gone unchecked for several decades since! You see, too much early conditioning to always put others first didn't actually teach me that it doesn't mean not having a mind or life of your own. When my (Alpha Female) mother and I were talking one day, and she said "oh, you know you - you don't stand up for yourself, I'll do it" I went bananas. I said the only reason I haven't stood up for myself is because you kept going on and on when I was young about how we must put everyone else's feelings first, don't hurt them, blah, blah. It was only as I grew up a bit that I realised she had been talking total bollocks, as she'd crashed through life knocking people aside who she didn't like, never took any nonsense or attempts to manipulate her, told at least two bosses exactly what she thought of them and then came back twice to tell them again, and so on! Jeez, the woman was a Boadicea (or Boudicca, if you prefer), slicing down any opposition to her free will wherever she saw it! Meanwhile, I slunk around being 'nice', like a Hallmark Card on steroids, until I felt like throwing up.

So - you've noticed the change, then? :lol::lol::lol:
 
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Redhead sees dead people!:p
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:lol: They're everywhere!

Highland ancestors.

Redhead II has a horseman in a tricorn hat who rides through her front yard in Cheltenham. Usually occurs around 11.00ish on rainy nights. The last time I stayed with her I couldn't see much more than a large shadow, but I could hear and "feel" a horse. The pub a few yards away used to be a coaching inn and the stables used to be where her block of flats is.

My old flat in Cheltenham was haunted by a young boy who liked to tease and play tricks, and my current home also has another occupant, although less friendly.

My sister-in-law and I went on an organised "ghost hunt" in Tewkesbury (some 10 miles north of Cheltenham) a few years ago, but absolutely nothing happened.

On the way home (about 3 in the morning), Millie slammed on the brakes and jumped out of the car calling to me to help her help a man she had seen who appeared to be injured. She was totally baffled to find that on going back along the road there was no-one there at all. She described him as being only in his shirtsleeves and doubled up, seemingly covered in blood. She had only caught a brief glimpse in the headlights and was worried that he was seriously injured and dressed only lightly for the weather (it was very frosty).

It was only a couple of miles down the road that I realised that we had stopped in the middle of the battlefield.
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Remind me not to accept a lift with either of you... !

My mother and a friend heard footsteps across the wooden floor of their bedroom in a house they'd rented, back in the 1930s, in Epple Bay. Then, a long, sad sigh. Their husbands were due to arrive the next day by train, and it was too late for them to be arriving that night. They both lay in their beds, frozen, until one of them screwed up courage to find the light and put it on. No-one, nothing. In the morning, after a very restless night with little sleep, they asked at the local shop if anything 'odd' had happened in the house.

"Oh, yes, I'm afraid so," came the reply. Years before, the daughter of the house had found herself pregnant. Her parents were horrified and, in the caring way that some people did 'in those days', turfed her out. Where she went, no-one knew. But both parents later committed suicide by gassing themselves - in the bedroom where Mother and her friend had slept. (Remember that at that time, some houses had gas fires in all rooms, and the gas then was toxic.)
 
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Jeepers creepers!!

My Ma & Pa always told us about the story of when they were courting and had walked through the cemetery one night.It was absolutely still but as they approached the gates at the entrance they just swung open for no reason.Slightly taken aback they went through and mysteriously the gates then swung shut. This was 40 odd years ago and they have maintained the story to this day.
 
I suggest the mums and dads on here collect these stories for bedtime tales for their little ones... !

Here's another little family oddity: my cousin, who had been going to spiritualist church and also holding seances with friends, phoned my mother during the Gulf War (the real one). Mother was living in England, and I was working in Saudi Arabia. She said she'd had a very strong vision of a young man in a dark uniform with 'an explosion' behind him. He wanted her to tell my mother that I'd be all right (we only got a few Scuds lobbed at us in Dhahran, as it turned out). My cuz was mystified. Who could this man be? My mother said she knew all right - it was my father, John, killed in World War II while serving in the RNVR on MTBs in Coastal Forces. He and all but two of his crew were blown up by German destroyers, with him dying only a month after I'd been started, so never known to me, let alone my cuz. (Cue music from 'The Twilight Zone'... ) :blink:
 
My mother visited spiritualists on a couple of occasions and the stuff they came up with was remarkable. Quite moving too. One contact was with someone described in perfect detail who only my mother could have recalled. Could go into detail, but wont bore here
 
Doesn't bore me a bit, clivex. I think it's a strange but fascinating aspect of what seems to touch so many lives, including many people who aren't the least bit 'fanciful'. My mother visited a psychic, a Turkish lady called Mrs Salomon, when she lived in Torquay. I don't know why she went - she didn't usually do that. Mrs Salomon told her that she'd be leaving the UK (mother said she groaned inwardly - "oh, not another move!") and then asked if she was planning to live in the Bahamas. She saw lots of sand and palm trees, and said to my mother that she could just sense the letters B-A-H, but couldn't get any more, other than that mother would have many very happy years there. My mother just laughed at the idea, and went off thinking, yeah, right, money, waste of.

Within 18 months, she was settling down to what would be ten very happy and fulfilling years in... B-A-H-rain! How do they do it?
 
well krizon, she only went to these things a handful of times and wasnt a follower as such but at one the medium said a lady in black was trying to contact. Said she was from a long time ago and knew one of the audience as a child. Said her name and mum knew exactly who it was. She used to live in mothers road when she was a child in the thirties. the medium described how she was a spinster and used to love the kids who swarmed around her. As a trick she used to like tripping them up with her walking stick. There were other spot on details too. She became ill and died. my mother always had enormous guilt that she didnt visit when she was in hospital (she was her fav appparently). The medium, not knowing this, said that the message was never to feel guilty about that

my mother was from southport and the medium was in hounslow...

extraordinary
 
Yes, it is extraordinary - I know some people try to debunk these things by saying mediums/spiritualists/psychics pick up on your reactions, etc., but stories like the ones we've described don't have anything to do with that. Details like the one you mention aren't available to these channels to the spirit world, so however it happens, I've no idea, but I'm convinced of the veracity of most happenings.

What I don't care for, though, is the hysterical emoting of people like Derek Acorah on 'Most Haunted', where it seems to me any amount of old hokum could be taking place. By turning the dead into some cheap-thrill entertainment, I think he and his ilk debase the issue.

But it's very comforting to many people to receive messages like the one your mother got - you can drag a lot of unresolved stuff around with you about the dearly (or sometimes, maybe not!) departed. A message like hers can help to put things back into perspective or clear the air, or in the case of some, help to reassure someone that a possible future path of action is being blessed, or being advised against. I just wish we all had the ability to do that particular thing - it'd save an awful lot of wrong turns in life!
 
I tell the current "house guest" that when things get a bit too heavy, generally works.

The last incidence was someone leaning over my bed and saying loudly in my ear "Wake up!". I certainly did! Then said loudly "Sod off!" turned over and went back to sleep. No further disturbances for a couple of months after that.

Sometimes when the atmosphere gets a bit too threatening I find getting angry works wonders. As does reminding him that he's the dead one, not me.
 
Last night, as I went up the stairs, I was joined by one of the cats, who chirruped and then trotted up the stairs behind me. I thought it was Tilly, as I had just seen Dougal at the bottom of the garden but, as I neared the top and looked over the bannister into the bedroom, Tilly was lying at the bottom of my bed.

I don't believe that they leave you completely. For a while my home was catless and I used to frequently see black shadows at about cat height either going through doors or on the landing.

One afternoon, when I was visiting my mother, I went up into her office to use the internet for a while. As I was sitting there, the door opened as if given a sharp push. I looked at the clock and realised it was lunchtime so went downstairs. I found my mother in the kitchen with an odd expression on her face. Apparently at the very moment that the door had opened in the office, she had seen her cat Maxine sitting in the kitchen doorway.

The time was 1.15. When I had lived there for a while, Max used to push the door into the office open at that time every day, to remind me to to give her her lunch.
 
You have the gift, Redhead. Have you tried channelling it and using it more? Seems to me you already have the start of mediumship if you want it. A person I know claims that we all have it, but, like so much of our brains, don't tap into it. She does medium work, but not, as she puts it, 'fortune telling' - no clairvoyance, just contact with past lives.
 
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