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« on: February 14, 2005, 11:21:30 PM »
To you lovely, lovely people,
I am so grateful to have found you. The experiences that you share are each so uplifting. Please, continue to share and griff please let your heart guide you to share your memiors.
I also, believe in the gift of experiences not easily explained in this modern world of science and technology.
In my case, I believe that dreams, precogniton, and spiritual experiences are hereditary, coming from my fathers family to me. My Aunt Amelia, for instance, was awakened one night by the parish priest, a dear friend standing at the foot of her bed. She looked at the clock and went back to sleep. She was told the next day he died at that exact hour. As a small child, I took these type of occurances as natural and only as I began to get older did I realize not everyone was like my father's family.
One of my dearest friends from birth to the present, has relayed that I always told her the most unusual stories but because I was such a dear friend she never questioned my honestly. She just knew I was special.
I have had many experiences with the dying and if we have eyes to see, we can learn many things. They see beyond the veil. I have had opportunities to assist the dying to understand they are not crazy, when the stories they dare not share with another human being, were told to me... the angelic music, the Light, meeting relatives, etc. Some have died and been brought back through resusitation and shared their journeys.
I have been directed by a Voice who tells me when to speak within minutes before ones death, even when I don't know that they are they are leaving this material existence at that particular time. I actually tried to ignore the Voice on the first occasion because I thought "I don't know what to say," but I was told a second time and I thought to myself, "Oh my, I have to do this. lol
I don't want to make this too long but I would like to share with you, my beloved oldest son's death. He was 20 and killed by a drunk driver at midnight on Pentecost Sunday.
I dedicated him to the Virgin Mary when he was baptized and many very special gifts were given to him from Our Lady. I will share two. He had an angelic voice and sang solo at Church when he was 6 yrs old; he was chosen to place roses at her feet on her feast day celebration at 12 yrs of age.
Back to my account of his death. The highway patrolman came to my door to bear the news. I gasped, "Oh sweet Jesus. Did he suffer?" The patrolman said he died instantly.
These are some of the occurance that happened that night. His friend from childhood heard a knocking on her door three different times. Each time she answered the door noone was there. I was up over 24 hours and when I finally laid down, I saw him in the living room sitting in a favorite chair with such a glow of happiness on his face, looking at a small framed picture my father painted that read, "Faith working through love" I was at ease and slept.
One of my greatest concerns was if he sufffered. I couldn't find peace those days before the funeral. I laid down to sleep and went into a dream state and I was with him in the car traveling the road where the accident happened. I awoke and shot out of my bed and ran around turning all the lights on in the house. Thankfully, I didn't wake my 16 and 12 year old. I knew at that time that I had to complete the dream. It took me three nights. This is what happened. He was a passenger in the front seat of the car. I sat there with him and when the accident happened his head hit the windshield very hard and a Bright Light appeared and there was no pain. That was it. He didn't suffer. He immediately died and was taken into the Light.
I guess he came to the house to say goodbye the first night. Was he a ghost? No. He was a Sanctified Spirit and he was so full of grace and peace.
I have no doubt in my mind that all of your experiences are true. God bless you all.
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