True Near Death Stories…


Original article – http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2547714/Our-astonishing-near-death-stories-thousands-touched-thought-provoking-series-intensive-care-nurse.html

I was halfway to losing myself – and my baby

Carol Page, 67, a retired nurse and mother of three, lives with her husband John in Perthshire, Scotland. She says: ‘It should have been the moment I held my daughter in my arms. Instead, after a gruelling labour that lasted over 24 hours, my baby was  whisked away as the midwives treated me. ‘I could sense the panic around me as the medical team painfully pushed and pulled on my abdomen, blood seeping out.

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‘Then, suddenly, the pain lifted and I was fading, floating above my body.  ‘Though I could still hear the voices of the nurses, everything was quiet, gentle and a beautiful pinky white colour. ‘I wanted to stay in this pain-free and happy place, but then I heard the wail of my daughter and knew I had a responsibility to her and my two year-old son, Benjamin, waiting at home.  ‘Just as I made the choice to return, I heard a voice say ‘Christ, she’s back!’ and I slammed back into my body, where it was red, black and enveloped in pain. ‘I remained in hospital for five days and had numerous blood transfusions to replace the huge amounts I’d lost. ‘When I held Rachel in  my arms after those scary few hours, I was so relieved and happy. ‘ was halfway to losing her — and myself — but thankfully, I managed to hold on. ‘Forty years later, we still talk about it.’

Saved by my late grandmothers

Susanna Omuri said she had a vision of her late grandmothers telling her 'not to join them'

Susanna Omuri, 30, from Chigwell, Essex, is a stay-at-home mother to her 18-month-old daughter Isla. She says: ‘Almost 20 years ago, when I was 11, I visited a friend’s house. They lived on a dangerous bend and as I began to cross the road, a car came swerving around the corner.’It hit me hard, throwing me 30ft into the air. At that moment, suspended in the air above the car, time slowed  and I got a clear vision of my two grandmothers — who had died when I was young — standing in a group of other people nearby, though I couldn’t recognize anyone else. ‘They were shouting at me and saying I couldn’t join them. Then they purposefully turned their backs on me. ‘The next thing I remember was hitting the bonnet of the car and then the road. I was in agony, but fully conscious the whole time.’Despite being covered in bruises and suffering from shock, thankfully I was relatively unharmed.’An ambulance took me to the hospital and on the journey I couldn’t stop thinking about how angry my grandmothers had seemed.’The nurse told me that at the speed the car was going I should have died, and would have done if I had landed in any other way.’She said a fairy godmother must have been looking after me. I was sent home that day.’I was three when my first grandmother died and six when the other passed away. ‘Being so young when they died, I had only a hazy recollection of what they looked like, but when I saw them at the moment of the car accident they were as clear as day.’

Moment I knew my son was going to die

‘My husband Ken and I were staying with him, and I went out to speak to him.

Angela Dent, 61, said she had a premonition predicting her son's death

Angela Dent, 61, said she had a premonition predicting her son’s death

‘As I looked at him, a strange calmness came over me. We asked each other if we were OK and both said yes. In that moment, I got an inexplicable feeling that I would never see him again and that he was going to die. ‘We held each others gaze. ‘There was no sadness or smiling. It was strange and unnerving, but I have never felt so certain of something before. ‘I went back inside and into my bedroom and woke up my husband Ken to tell him of my premonition because I felt so strongly that something bad was going to happen. He told me not to be so silly.’Simon went off to work a little later. That night at 3.37am, the phone rang when Ken and I were asleep in bed. ‘I started crying, knowing it would be the news I had been dreading. ‘It was one of my son’s friends saying there had been a terrible car accident and Simon was very badly hurt. ‘We arrived at the scene of the accident, but our son had already been pronounced dead.’I was strangely numb, but knew that it was his time. I will never forget that moment when we looked at each other and I just knew.’

Childhood near miss that still haunts me

Anne Sanderson, 64, believes she had a near-death experience when she was a young child

Anne Sanderson, 64, believes she had a near-death experience when she was a young child

Anne Sanderson,  64, a retired medical secretary, of Larbert, in Falkirk, lives with her husband Derek, a landscape artist. They have two grown-up children. She says: ‘I had a near-death experience 62 years ago when I was just two. My twin sister, Lesley, and I had been put into our shared cot by our mother, Susan. ‘I recall the sparse but sunny room clearly, with its linoleum on the floor. Lesley was standing in one corner of the cot  and I was standing opposite her when she suddenly sneezed.’I got such a start that I fell over the raised cot side and onto the floor. At the same time I had one of the strangest and most lasting memories I’ve  ever experienced.’It was a dream-like scene where I found myself floating high above  Earth, looking down from outer space.’The blackness was all around highlighting the colours I could see below me — all blues, greens and yellows marking out the countries and seas. ‘I could see the entire globe so I must have been a long, long way away. There was also a slender, silver cord attached to my left hand side, reaching all the way back to Earth.’I felt very tranquil as though it was the most natural thing to be happening, even though I had no idea what I was looking at.’This happened in 1951. No colour photos of the world like that had yet been taken, let alone produced for a toddler to look at, and we didn’t even have a black-and-white television. How could I have known what the Earth looked like? ‘Fortunately, it was not my time to go. ‘I discovered much later that I’d cracked my collar bone. I regained consciousness in the hospital and have gone on living for six decades.’

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Teacher Jan McPherson lives with her husband David, 68, a retired civil servant, in Carmarthen. They have two children. She says: ‘Five years ago, I grew ill with a lung condition called bronchiectasis which meant I had difficulty breathing.’As my condition deteriorated, I had the same dream over and over again. ‘In it, I went to a wooden door with a brass handle. Every time I tried to open the door it stayed closed.

Jan McPherson, from Ferryside, said she had a dream in which she saw ‘a man in white robes’ while she was suffering with a lung condition called bronchiectasis

One night the door opened and inside was a garden filled with blond children playing by a waterfall.’They had smiling, angelic faces and the air was filled with laughter. I had an overwhelming feeling of calm. In the corner was a man in white robes. ‘He had a long, grey beard and hair and carried a stave, rather like a shepherd’s. ‘He had the most a tranquil smile I have ever seen and radiated warmth and light. ‘Soon, I knew it was time to return, but I felt sure I’d had been privileged to witness such a scene.’Over the next few days my condition began to improve. I believe I was touched by healing hands and miraculously given strength from somewhere that night.’

I was hovering 10ft above hospital bed

Bob Pendlebury, 63, a retired financial services manager, lives in Hove, East Sussex.

Bob Pendlebury, 63, a retired financial services manager, said he recalls floating ten feet above his hospital bed after an asthma attack

Bob Pendlebury, 63, a retired financial services manager, said he recalls floating ten feet above his hospital bed after an asthma attack.He says: ‘Five years ago, I had an asthma attack that very nearly killed me. I was at home with my wife when suddenly I felt very tired and my breathing became difficult. Within minutes, I was struggling for each breath and panicking.’My wife, Nicole, rang for an ambulance and I was rushed to A&E, where they gave me emergency drugs and adrenaline as I had stopped breathing. I was convinced I was about to die.’I blacked out in one of the emergency rooms while doctors surrounded me, pulling tubes in and out of me.’The next thing I can remember is hovering 10ft in the air in the corner of the ceiling, looking down at myself on the hospital bed. I could see lots of people rushing in and out of the room.’Then suddenly my wife was leaving.

‘I was not in pain and couldn’t understand what all the fuss was about. I remember thinking: ‘That’s nice, Nicole’s abandoning me.’ Then I felt a sting in my neck, as though vinegar was being poured into my artery, and suddenly I came to again. Things slowly came back into focus.’I made a full recovery.I later found out that magnesium had been injected into my neck as a last resort. My wife told me they’d been moments from performing a tracheotomy when I suddenly started breathing again.

Strange dream as my heart stopped

Carol Paradise had a near death experience in hospital in January 2013

Carol Paradise, 71, a former mayor of Bath, lives with her husband David, 75, a retired builder. They have three children. She says: ‘A year ago, I went into hospital for a straightforward gallstone operation. But the gallbladder burst and my organs began to shut down. ‘I was unconscious for two days and my heart stopped three times. ‘From those two days, all I can remember, vividly, is the strangest dream. My friend Anna was sitting by my bed and I suggested that we go for a walk in the grounds.’We came to a circle of grass edged by a low stone wall that looked down to the sea. ‘A group of people joined us and we turned to enter a cave that led into a black tunnel. ‘The group, none of whom I recognised, seemed happy and went into the tunnel. ‘I looked around and Anna had disappeared. At the last moment, I turned around and went back. ‘Then I remember waking up, being rushed along a hospital corridor and seeing my family around me.’I made a full recovery eventually and was told I had been very lucky to survive.’

A vision of nuns at my feet

Gerald Grainger, 69, from South Wales who suffered a near death experience when he had a heart attack in June last year.Gerald Grainger, 69, lives with his wife Laurel, a retired sales assistant, in Merthyr Tydfil. They have three grown-up children.

He says: ‘I was at home last June when I started feeling chesty and sweaty. My wife Laurel insisted I called 999.’In the ambulance, the lovely paramedic, Vanessa, was talking to me when suddenly I felt myself floating down a square tunnel lit by a bright shining light.’I could see four faceless figures, dressed in nun-like habits with pointy hats, float beside me and there was a feeling of calm, as if I was suspended in a lovely dream.’I was looking ahead at what I thought was a large garden when suddenly everything went into reverse and I was speeding backwards through the tunnel and I was awake, my face pressed up against the side of the ambulance with Vanessa saying: ‘Come on Gerald, fight for me, come on.’’We arrived at the hospital minutes later where I stayed for six days, after apparently suffering a heart attack and ‘dying’ for five minutes in the ambulance. ‘Vanessa had shocked me with a defibrillator and carried out CPR until I’d eventually regained consciousness.’When I returned home, I continued to see visions of those nuns at the foot of my bed every night for about six weeks, and, strangely, their presence felt very comforting.’I used to be afraid of dying alone, but I’m not any more.’

 

Have you experienced anything like this?
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Although I have not experienced a near death vision I did have a vivid dream once that showed me driving down a hill and the brakes failing. At the bottom of the hill there was a cross roads. As the car raced downward, I saw a large truck approaching. That is when I knew I would hit that truck and die. I did not recognize the location and dismissed the dream for years.
However, about seven years later a new boyfriend picked me up and said we were going to a new pub for supper. I was happy until I saw the hill – it was exactly the same as I dreamt, which filled me with dread. I asked my boyfriend to stop the car until I could calm myself. He soothed me by saying if he wasn’t in the dream then it would not come true. Eventually, I agreed and we drove down the hill, across the crossroads and onward to our supper date with no incident. Needless to say I did not travel that route ever again.

Writing Prompts Spark Inspiration…


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It is no secret that I enjoy writing prompts, they inspire and refresh my thought processes and some have even resulted in a longer piece of work, such as Rumble’s First Scare and The Rython Kingdom.

I have found many words of wisdom regarding the process and skill of writing, whilst searching the internet. The one ‘constant’ bizarrely is the variety of views and thoughts, which come from author’s blogs. Each individual’s experience of writing is as unique as they are and that is what makes this writing life so special. No matter what you write, it is your own originality that makes it distinctive.

For example one prompt I enjoyed was – You see a lone shoe beside the road. Tell its story. My response was a piece I called – Phenomenal Shoe

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  Whilst driving homeward one evening I spy a shoe lying beside the road. Where had it come from? Who did it belong to? How did it get there? These thoughts run through my mind as I near home but are soon forgotten once the evening meal preparations occupy me.

It is not until the following evening that I again glimpse the shoe. Appearing and disappearing in the brief gap my wipers allow me through a veil of water on my windscreen. Why do I worry so about an abandoned shoe? It seems to pull me toward it. Before rational thought can take over, I pull my car to the kerb.  I brave the rain and pick up what is an extraordinary looking shoe.  Placing it in the foot well, it gradually oozes water, making a small puddle. I continue my journey home.

“Hey Mum, we’ve got a power cut. Dad said we are going out for supper.”

My son’s declaration distracts me. The shoe is forgotten in the bustle of our departure.

“Put your seat belt on, Timothy.  Joy put your glasses on – how many times do I have to tell you?”

Hours later, my two young ones tucked up in bed and my husband snoring gently in front of the television, I remember the shoe.  I find it partially dried out awaiting rescue. How can this innate object hold my attention?  Its pale grey layered vamp and the highly unusual heel make it a thing of beauty – it is obviously a very expensive designer shoe – where could its partner be? Why was it discarded? As I turn it this way and that, admiring the delicately layered cloth, the fascinating heel, a sensation of familiarity flows through me. This is my shoe – lost long ago. What is this – a déjà vu moment?

Settling the shoe on my bedside table – as a sort of talisman – I drift off to sleep. My dreams are of a rich dazzling life, enjoying expensive restaurants, fancy hotels and exquisite clothes. Even the silk sheets underneath me feel real as I turn over to see voile billowing into a perfectly white room. This is not my bedroom, am I still dreaming?

“Darling, are you awake? I’ve brought you breakfast.”

I turn to see an incredibly handsome man walking into the room. He is carrying a laden tray complete with a red rose.
“Where am I? How did I get here?”

“You are home, my love.  I thought I had lost you after the accident but now the doctor has let you come home. He thinks being in familiar surroundings will help your memory.”

“But I’m married with children – this isn’t home.”

“The doctor told me you may have false memories from your time in the coma but they will fade, darling. Truly you are home now.”
I turn toward the bedside table, there lies the shoe.

“Is this my shoe?” I’m sorry, who are you?”

“I’m Dominic. My darling, I’m your husband. Do you know your name? Is anything familiar?”

“My name is…..? I don’t know! I must be dreaming. I have to get back to my children.”

“We don’t have children Francesca. You said they would tie us down, hamper our travels, our life style.”

“Francesca? I do have children – Timothy and Joy they……. I am so confused. Is this one of my shoes?”

“I think it is – let me look for you. Here in the bag the hospital sent home with you. How did you manage get its partner?”

“I found it beside the road, abandoned. It seemed to call to me – isn’t that strange?”

“No, I think your mind was trying to bring you back to me, my love. But how could you have picked it up from the roadside when you were lying in a coma? That is the strange part.”

As I look at the pair of shoes, one pristine and the other water marked and grubby, a feeling of recognition fills me – now I know who I am. Francesca Mendez, heiress to a hotel empire. I live a life of luxury but deep down I have a yearning – a yearning for children.  I will take advantage of my second chance – have those children that are waiting within me. I hold out my hand to Dominic and pull him toward me.

“However strange it may be, this shoe has brought me back to you and given us the chance to change our lives. Will you make a baby with me, Dominic?”

“My darling I have wanted children but you were so opposed to the idea. Are you sure?”

“I am very sure Dominic.”

Our lust consumes us, the shoes forgotten for the moment.

Epilogue:  Years later, when my children are older I show them the special shoes. They are encased in a specially made glass case, in pride of place in my boudoir. Sitting Timothy and Joy beside me on a soft couch, I relay the story of the shoes and how, without them, life would have been very different.

Why don’t you try writing a piece with this prompt? See where you thought process’ take you and then post it here. We can compare and comment. Have fun – that is what writing is all about after all.

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Writing Prompt Contest – Treasure Map…


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Describe your route to the treasure from the bay.

What dangers do you encounter? Are you racing to be there first? Are you alone or with others?

Enjoy this prompt and leave your response in the comments. 1000 words maximum for a short story. Poems can be any length.

A quarterly prize will be given for the most voted for response.

A True Story of Death Premonition…


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Whilst training as a nurse, I was assigned three rotations of geriatrics; two male and one female. It was while on one of the male wards that this event happened. My night shift started at 9 pm and after the usual updates from the day staff, my colleague and I were left to care for the old gentlemen. We took a side of the ward each and walked to each patient ensuring they were comfortable, had drinks of one sort or another and took vitals.

One gentleman took my hand as I fluffed his pillows.

“Thank you so much for the daffodil.”

“Daffodil? I’m sorry, what daffodil.”

“It was so sweet of you.”

Thinking he was in a confused state, I just made sure he was comfortable and humored him, then continued with my tasks. My colleague and I administered medicines and settled the patients for the night, then turned most of the lights off. Our desk was situated at one end of the ward so we could hear if a patient called out and see all the beds. For several hours we took turns in attending to patients needs, writing out reports and taking vitals. A ward at night is not silent with snores, coughs and fidgeting but quieter than during the day. With experience you come to know which patients are the most frail and keep a special eye on them. Sometimes we sat with them and held their hands.

At around 3:30 am, the gentleman who had spoken to me, passed away. After the doctor had been, I attended to his body. After cleaning and wrapping him in a sheet, as is the custom, I left him for an hour and went to write my report.

Later with everything in place, I watched the day staff arrive. One nurse was carrying a bunch of daffodils – yes, I was very shocked. The reason not only because of what the old man had said but also the fact that it was the midst of winter, much too early for daffodils. I  asked.

“Where did you get daffodils from?”

“They’re from the florist down the street. The blooms are forced in greenhouses. I couldn’t resist a piece of spring to cheer us up.”

“May I have one bloom?”

“OK but why?”

“I’ll tell you later.”

I gently placed the yellow flower between the old gentleman’s hands, just the way he had described. He had told me he had ‘seen’ this happen and knew he was going to pass away. It had given him peace to thank me for my kind thought. As to how he had ‘seen’ this event before it happened, I have no idea, but I did want to ensure it was done. He was at peace and that calmed me.

Have you experienced anything like this?

Other times my elderly patients were candid on when they would pass and were not afraid of it, just resigned and calm. Many told me they had ‘seen’ relatives or heard them say ‘come with me’ in dreams. I began to realize these occurrences were precursors and would sit with these patients, chatting about their lives and whom they had ‘seen’. All of them were happy to relate and were relieved they would meet their loved ones.

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Emotions Affect Your Writing..


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Our emotions and physical condition certainly influence our moods and in turn our writing. Strong emotions, such as anger or depression subdue our creativity while feelings of love and happiness enhance it. If we are suffering an illness, our mind is filled with pain, discomfort or tiredness. Our concentration is in short supply or our focus limited. To pour out these feelings in words can dispel some of them.

As writers, we learn to use these emotional insights to the benefit of our craft. It gives us an idea how our characters may react to a certain situation and thus breathes life into our stories. Of course when we are in the midst of these feelings they are possibly too raw to even contemplate using but as with all things time heals. Jot down how it felt to be angry, shocked, sad, joyful or happy.

Did your body feel different?

Was your mind erratic or focused?

When the feeling passed, what changes did you notice?

When you can look back at that emotion and look deeply into it, it is there we find inspiration – it will strengthen our writing – and also (hopefully) help resolve barriers in character development.For example, after feeling angry does your ‘action’ scene have more impact? Did you channel the forceful nature of your feelings into your characters? Or when relaxed and comfortable can you imagine a characters reflection on a certain subject better?

How do you find your emotional state affects your writing?

Have you used a personal emotion to good effect in your writing?

Did an emotion inspire a story?

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Writing Prompt Contest – Fog…


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The fog advanced through the trees, gaining on me. Once it surrounded me my sense of direction would be lost…I’d be lost.

Use this sentence as your story starter.

Enjoy this prompt and leave your response in the comments. 1000 words maximum for a short story. Poems can be any length.

A quarterly prize will be given for the most voted for response.

 

Does Past-Life Regression Work..? Re-blog


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As you have read before – https://mandyevebarnett.com/2016/07/13/regression-past-lives-visited/ – I underwent a regression session many years ago. I would like to experience this again in the future as my curiosity wants to know, who I was in the other four lives that I did not explore.

This interview with a doctor who uses regression to assist patients is intriguing and gives a new light on the ‘popularity’ of regression. It can be a useful tool to banish emotional fears and bring understanding to behaviors that were previously unexplained.

http://www.oprah.com/health/Does-Past-Life-Regression-Work

Of course there will always be skeptics and I was certainly skeptical when one of my ‘lives’ turned out to be a squaw. However, it explained my fascination with that aboriginal life from any early age, it was ‘memory’ of that life.

There maybe ‘traces’ of a past life, which you have never explored or explained. Examples are a fascination with a particular era, a fear of something or even a birthmark that is evidence of an old wound or is ‘just like’ the one on an ancestor. Meditation can release past memories in some people, giving them an insight into current behaviors and in some cases resolves irrational ‘fears’.

Would you go for a regression session?

Have you already been? Would you share your experience?

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Food to Eat While Reading or Writing…


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So today’s post is a collection of foods to eat whilst reading, it can of course be foods to nibble on when writing too.

I have a couple of ‘go to’ snacks – vegetable chips/crisps ‘beets & sweets’, which are made from beetroot and sweet potato. My other snack is brie with a crisp green apple and of course either of these goes well with either tea or wine!

http://www.thekitchn.com/the-hungry-reader-best-and-wor-44531

Top 10 drinks & snacks to have while reading

http://www.epicreads.com/blog/the-perfect-snacks-for-reading/

Our 7 Favorite Reading Snacks

Which ‘snack’ is your favorite for reading or writing?

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Writing Prompt Contest –


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Describe sitting on this bench.

Enjoy this prompt and leave your response in the comments. 1000 words maximum for a short story. Poems can be any length.

A quarterly prize will be given for the most voted for response.

Signs From Your Loved Ones…


I found this interesting article regarding ‘signs’ we receive from the other side. Many of us find objects, such as feathers, or see butterflies or ladybirds etc. and know that is our loved one showing they are near. For me it is ‘feeling’ my parents hands holding mine especially near water. It is an echo of being a small child and them holding my hands to swing me through the waves at the beach. There are also aromas that tell me they are there – usually at times of extreme emotional turmoil.

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After our loved ones cross over, they are very anxious to let us know they are okay and are aware of what is going on in our lives. If we are not able to feel them around us, they will often give us signs that we cannot ignore. The person who is given the sign usually knows he or she is receiving a message from the other side. I always tell my clients that they do not have to look for signs – the signs will come to them.

Article Source: http://EzineArticles.com/5894048

The signs our loved ones give us most often are:

They come through as an animal. Our loved ones are able to use their energy to go inside of an animal, such as a butterfly, ladybug, bird, or dragonfly – for a brief period of time. The animal does something it usually would not do, such as land on us, peck at our window, scream at us, etc.

They place common objects such as feathers, coins, or rocks in our path. Our loved ones like to place things over and over again in our path that were significant to them. I have had clients come to me who have had jars filled with feathers, coins, and objects they have found in the most unusual places.

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They give off fragrances. We can often tell our deceased loved ones are around us when we smell their perfume, flowers, cigar or cigarette smoke, or any other familiar smell they had. There is usually no logical explanation of why the smell is there.

They make songs come on at the perfect time. We know they are around when their favorite songs come on at the right time with the exact words we need to hear. Often the same song is played in many different places.

They come to us in dreams. One of the easiest ways for them to come through to us is in our dreams. All we need to do is to ask them to come, and they will. However, we should ask them to wake us up after they come, or else we will not remember the dream. A dream that is a true visitation will be very peaceful and we will know it is truly our loved one. We will remember this type of dream in detail many years later. (On the other hand, a subconscious dream may be frightening or feel bad. This type of dream is not your loved one.)

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They show us the same numbers over and over. They loved to give us numbers that are relevant to them or you, such as birth dates, anniversaries – or repeating numbers, such as 1111, 2222, 3333, etc. These numbers may appear on clocks, billboards, or any other familiar place.

They allow us to feel peaceful for no reason. When our loved ones are in the room, they usually make us feel so loved and at peace. It usually happens at the most unsuspecting time, so there is no logical explanation for our sudden bliss.

They place thoughts in our head. Because they in spirit form, our loved ones don’t have an audible voice. Therefore, they give us messages telepathically. Pay attention to thoughts that just “pop” into your head. We can tell the difference between our thoughts and theirs by backtracking our thoughts. If you can find the thought that triggered the thought of your loved one, it is probably your thought. If something your loved one would say just pops in your head for no reason, it is probably him or her speaking directly to you!

They love to play with electricity. They turn electricity on and off. They like to flicker lights, turn the television and radio on and off, and make appliances beep for no apparent reason.

They make buzzing noises in our ears. Because our loved ones speak to us on a different, higher frequency, we may hear ringing in our ears when they are trying to get our attention. This is a sign telling you to listen to what they are saying.

The list can go on and on, but these are the most common ways they let us know they are around. If you haven’t received any of these signs, simply ask your loved ones to come to you to let you know they are okay. Tell them to come to you in a dream and to wake you up after the dream. The more you are aware of the messages they are giving you, the more they will continue to allow you to know they are present. Be patient and persistent, and I promise that they will give you the signs you have always wanted. They really are okay and want you to be too!

What are your ‘signs’ from loved ones?

Have you had something move, disappear or appear?