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Validations of life after death

Validation and doubt


I have been recalling many memories from my childhood. I had an extremely rare cardiac condition that led to frequent seizures and respiratory failure. The Doctors were mystified. I had lost consciousness in front of them and my parents. They pronounced me as dead. I was only 7 years old. They put a covering over my face and were making arrangements to cart me away when I coughed back to life. This was in the mid 60's and there was an air of superstition involved. I was always full of stories how I was a 'ghost' and came back. My family tried to get me to put it into religous context and I couldn't.


I continued to have extreme seizures though my teens. At the age of 12 it was taboo for me to talk about the 'out of body' and life beyond with my family. They told me I needed to find a friend my own age who could keep up with my own mind. In one of my 'trips' out I was met by a 'nice old man' in spirit. He told me that he had recently departed the world and left his Grandson broken heart. His spirit told me that I was about to move and make friends with his Grandson. He described him to me and gave me a message to pass on. Sure enough - a few months later I met his Grandson. When I passed on the message - my young friend was mystified and then doubt set in. I had dealt with my families doubt and I got to study it in my friend. He felt the message was something I could have found out from others in an effort to impress him. So - we came up with a solution. I had done it before. I had done things with my family to let them know I was okay and was actually outside my body during the seizures.


I told my young friend to write down a question for his Grandpa on a piece of paper and seal it up in an envelope with a pen or pencil. I told him to put the envelope in a cigar box and bury it somewhere. He wanted to wrap the box in duct tape. I told him not to tell anyone the question. I told him not to tell anyone else where he hid the box. I told him the next time I had a siezure, I would drop by and ask his 'spirit' or (guardian angel) where the box was and get the question. Then when I went into the "light" I would look up the spirit of his Grandpa again and get the answer to a question only him and his Grandpa knew. Then on my way back to my body - I would stop by and write the answer on the hidden paper and sign my name to it. When I did - I would manifest my spirit to him in a gentle way so he could see it was me. (In human likeness instead of as a spirit.) I would speak to him in the 'silent language' and he would hear me in his heart. Then he would know the answer was written in the hidden box. It was a game of hide and seek for a couple of 12 year olds.


He was amazed when he opened up the box after checking that it hadn't been tampered with. He checked the envolope and then the piece of paper. He found the answer written with my signature underneath. The next day he came running to me clutching the paper to ask me to sign my signature again to match it.


It had been the one and only correct answer written on the paper. He was trying to tell people about it and I told him it was meant for his eyes only. I had been dealing with the disbelief and doubt of my family for years. My young friend tried to talk to people of his church and they didn't have an understanding of it and tried to inflict their doubts on him all over again. That was in 1972 and I grew up and forgot many such experiences and buried them in my subconscious.


Last year - that memory came to mind again and I wrote it down. I wanted to find him again and see if he remembered that game of hide and seek. I was having trouble locating him and hired a detective. A week later he told me that my friend had just passed away after being hit while driving a motorcycle. I thought it was odd because I felt he was sort of calling me inside. It was like a telepathic thing and I felt when I got a hold of him he was going to tell me that the same story had been on his mind for that week as well. I asked what day he died and it was the day I had recalled the story and wrote it down.


I felt it was his spirit coming to me and guiding me on a subconscious level to remember that time in childhood when the spirit world was so close to me - I could reach out and touch it at times. I felt it was his spirits way of telling me it wasn't goodbye as much as it was 'until we meet again.'


Sincerely,


DK
 
Hi Deborah,


As a full time practicing medium I could tell you hundreds of stories about information that I've received from the other side to validate that consciousness certainly does exist after the death of the physical body. However, this is one of my favorite stories to share. One December my daughter and I were at a home jewellery party when I was prompted by a female spirit to buy a snowflake pendant for this gal that I used to work with. However, I was also prompted by this spirit to hold onto it for a bit. I tucked it in my jewellery box and didn't give it a second thought until the following April, when Marlene (the spirit) popped in and asked that I deliver it. When I took the pendant to Romina she stared at it in awe and said, "It's a snowflake pendant." The tone of her voice indicated it was significant. Not picking up on the thread her future husband said, "Yeah Sherlock, it's a snowflake pendant." Punching him in the arm she sarcastically asked, "What was the theme of our Jack and Jill?" It was snowflakes!! This was a pre-wedding gift from her late mother-in-law who had cussed up and down about having to hand cut and stencil paper snowflakes for the party.


Though it meant nothing to me, that little pendant was like a joke from beyond for these two people. When I asked Marlene about the timing of the gift she simply stated, "Something old, something new." That made me cry.
 
Story #1 When my father passed away nearly 20 years ago the family all gathered at my parents house. It was winter and there was snow on the ground. My 5-year old nephew looked out the window and suddenly said "Why is grampa standing in the front yard?" Then his gaze shifted upwards and he said, "there he goes, up in the sky."


Story #2 My wife and kids and I moved into a very old house (built in the 1860's) in the San Fransisco bay area. I kept feeling the presence of an old woman in the living room. The name "Molly" kept popping into my head. So the next time the landlord visited I asked him if he knew anything about the history of the house. He just smiled and said "I guess you met Molly." I literally almost fell over I was so shocked. He went on to tell us the story of the previous owner, an old lady named Molly who had died in the house. Everything he said matched with what I had "imagined" that I had heard Molly tell me. She was still in that house. Last time I visited the bay area I drove by the old house to have a look, but it had been torn down and replaced by a shopping center. I wonder if Molly finally moved on.
 
What an absolutely wonderful thread :) I've enjoyed reading all the posts.


I think it's incredible how many people can tell of ghostly encounters. My parents house was built by my great-grandfather and I believe he is still around. I've seen the occasional shadow in the corner of my eye in his belowed garden and when the family is gathered I have a very strong feeling that he is there too, enjoying seeing how life moves on.


I wanted to share with you a painting by Danish artist Otto Frello. The scene is from one of the main squares in Copenhagen. It's one of my favourites paintings, I can stare at it for hours: Otto Frello painting


There is so much evidence to life after death. I find it so hard to understand why it isn't more generally accepted.
 
ive had this experience aswell..2 years ago when I was pregnant with my 1st child, I was going through a really tough time. One night in my bed, I woke up to my grandad standing mext to me, all he said was "everything is going to be alright". He smiled and walked out the bedroom door, he wasnt an orb and there was no white light round him. The room smelt of old spice. I turned to my husband but he was asleep. I was 100% awake when it happened and it wasn't a dream. I wasn't scared. even though the whole concept of being confronted by a ghost terrifies me! I think I was more astonished that he had been aware and had come to give me comfort. After this it I relaxed and it did all work out after. I have though experienced the loss of my beloved dog within the last 2 weeks. I am heart broken over it. I had him euthanized as he bit my daughter, it wasnt bad but I over reacted and ended his life. I didnt think about it as i was so angry with him for harming one of his pack members. He had been bad with her for a while and this was the final straw. I took the action in total haste as I was worried at that point for the saftey of my daughter, who is 2 and my newborn who is 4 weeks. I love my dog so much and he has been in my life for 7 years. I regret the decision and wish I can turn back time. I just hope he can forgive me for what I have done and that he knows I love him so much, that much infact that I have got his ashes on my landing. Does anyone think that a pet can forgive and know that they are loved and always will be? I was rold by a psychic the other day that my son was an old soul who was a rainbow child and he was also very special so I had to watch out fo things he did... is there any psychics on here who can see these things in a photo??? I would be grateful as I would like to know exactly what he means? xcx:angel:

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It's nice to know that your Grandad was there to comfort you at a difficult time. It makes things easier when you know someone is looking out for you.


As for doggie, I had one put down when I was a teenager. I was the one who decided it needed to be done and I felt bad. She was suffering really badly with tumors and one was affecting her brain. I have seen her on and off for years, she comes to warn me about things sometimes. I think my younger son see's her sometimes also.


About the photograph. I think that the only person that can accurately tell you about your son IS your son. He'll let you know about himself. I've had people tell me my youngest was a rainbow, crystal, etc. but to me he is himself. He has a plan and it's my job to help him reach it. This is my personal opinion but I don't think I'd believe too many psychics. There aren't that many out there that can really see someone for what they are but there are a lot of psychics that will tell you they do. I understand that it would make things easier if every kid came with an instruction manual for their own unique selves, but they don't. That's part of the adventure.
 
I just returned from a shuffleboard tournament (yes old man game) LOLO While sitting on the sidelines between games, an older man was explaining to a woman sitting next to me how he had seen their good friend in the kitchen. He was dead serious.


Only their friend passed away this year. He said he wouldn't have believed his own experience except.....another person told him he saw their friend in the kitchen and was as pale as a ghost. (Forgot his name)


The older man said it's so hard to believe. I just smiled and said...I believe it. The look on his face was that of...validation. Even if we didn't continue the conversation...I didn't dismiss his experience. )*(
 
I don't believe this post is off topic because it touches on Reincarnation and Past Lives, but I have MORE faith in the common "Salt of the Earth" man on the street, when it comes to relaying incidents in their lives and validation related to such phenomena, for they really have nothing to gain by lying and a lot of losing face by telling the truth!


Whereas I don't really follow these supposed "Pro" psychics, I suppose "some" are fairly accurate, but they have a LOT to lose if they don't produce material, so IMHO they "sometimes" throw in questionable material to appear right, again just my personal opinion. :)


And for those psychics who delve into Reincarnation and Past Lives, I suppose some of them are genuine also, but I would prefer to get my information through my dreams and memories (for those able to do so!)


Just my 10 cents worth of personal opinion. :)
 
Validation of life after death


Yes, I do believe in the 'common person' validation of life after death. And some psychics are quite genuine in all areas too.


But nothing like OUR own validation, through dreams, deja vu or... past life regression!
 
It would seem that the compassion element is there for close members who pass away... But what about losing a love interest through relationship break-ups? I'm sure it's the same amount of pain and sadness stretched over the same amount of time... But in the lattter case, there is really no one there to help you get over the barrier...
 
Validation of life after death


I do really believe there IS compassion and guidance for those of us bereaved by the loss of a loved one through divorce or separation, etc


And I should know because I've lost TWO husband to divorce.


Whereas some people were very judgmental and didn't want to have anything to do with me, others were really supportive and kind. And I got enormous help from the spiritual realm, for what matters!
 
Deborah said:
She wore a bone colored dress suit
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The soul/consciousness leaves the body at the time of death. So wearing a suit in which one was burried tells me that wasn't the soul/spirit of the deceased.


People leave something behind in this world when they die. Their consciousness immediately enters eternity at the time of death. That something that is left behind may look, sound, behave like them and have their memories, but it isn't really "them".


When you put your face into soft clay, after a while, you may leave it, and the clay has solidified into your image... There is more to physical existence than a physical body. There is a soft-clay facet of life that solidifies to mirror who we are as we age. We leave that "automaton" substance behind after death... Of course the automaton continues to roam the earth and continues to be mistaken for the spirit. This is possibly the reason why there are "ghosts" hundreds or thousands of years old. The spirit has reincarnated, yet the automaton continues to exist until it degrades by supernatural phenomena... That is about the closest analogy I can think of...
 
Validation of life after death


Maybe we leave an 'automaton' behind as you said.


However, many spiritual beliefs, religions, etc tell of the soul coming back several times (sometimes they do visit for year, they say) witnessing their funeral, and so on.


I am not sure that we leave behind an automaton only, or a 'clay impression' of who we were.


Maybe more than that for me.
 
I had bought an old house. One of its previous owners (a man) had died there. I wanted the place to myself so I lit up a bunch of incense and herbs and went around the place waving this smoking bouquet and saying out loud "this is MY home". The house had a peaceful atmosphere so I was not worried about the previous tenants. Some months later, late one night, I awoke, sweating, from a very distressing dream about "leaving". I felt strong sadness as I awoke fully and sat up in bed. I stress here I was AWAKE. Just then the figure of a sad looking, skinny old dark-haired man walked out of the wall on my left and passed in front of my bed. He looked at me with a grieved and slightly reproachful stare. He moved straight through the wall to my right and was gone.


Next day, I was chatting to my elderly neighbour and casually asked her what the old man who had died in my place, looked like: you guessed it! she described the ghost!
 
Validation of life after death


Here's in your post another validation. The ghost appearing in your house after a while of your occupancy is, in my view, the former owner's spirit, which may even be still earthbound.


So many spirits don't cross over right away, they linger due to unfinished business, or whatever their reason.


And this sort of phenomenon has been observed for thousands of years.


On the other hand, some other souls may be travelling across oceans of time just to be here again. Mmmm... just me wondering!
 
My friends' partner suffered from ulcerated legs, and for a very long period of time, Jane cleaned and dressed the ulcers.


Shortly after Leonard passed away, Jane awoke to see Leonard standing by the bed, dressed in the suit he had been buried in, but he was barefoot. He told Jane she must pull herself together. Jane, not thinking clearly, went to the cupboard to get bandages to change Leonards' dressings, and when she turned back to him, he had disappeared.


The next day, she asked the undertakers what had happened to Leonards socks and shoes. They replied that she hadn't provided any. She later found the missing footwear hidden behind a door in her house.
 
I only really got to know my aunt after she died. Strangely enough. She hung around, became my spirit guide, checked up on people. She was a really nice person. She died of cancer. She's the reason why we now collect heart stones. Stones you find out in the wilderness that are naturally in the shapes of a heart.


When I noticed that my grandmama's ribbon was cut, I noticed my Aunt stand at attention and wait. She watched Grandmama like a hawk, and I realized that my aunt had waited around for a reason. She waited for her mother to pass over, so she could take her up.


Gives me goosebumps, thinking about it.


Just thought of a metaphor.


You know those really rich houses, where you have two front doors? You step in from outside into a little mudhouse or something like that. This is where boots, wet coats and stuff are taken out and left before you go inside, leaving all the mud and snow and wet and yuck in the mudhouse. Then the second door is much nicer-looking, and you go inside.


Those two doors are like the process of death. You step through the first door into the afterlife. You step through the next, after shedding your trappings of the previous life, into the next life.


O_O Wicked metaphor.
 
That is entirely a possibility. But, where would be the fun in that w/o a plot twist?


Have you ever seen the movie "The 6th Day" (Arnold Schwarzenegger)? The clone in that movie thinks he's the original. A metaphor for the wandering spirit thinking he/she/it is the Being.
 
I have had numerous conversations with my father since his death nearly ten years ago. It is all powered by love.


Once many years ago a friend died after trying to detox himself from alcohol and drug abuse. We were at his funeral when my daughter came over to me and said that he did not realize he was dead, that he was getting frustrated because he was trying to joke with the others and they could not see or hear him.
 
Over the years, my validation for life after death has come to me through dreams.


Five years ago, my grandmother passed away. The night before her memorial, I had trouble sleeping due to my grief. When I was finally able to sleep, she came to me in a dream and held me tightly and told me she loved me and that I would be okay. Yet, it felt too real to be a dream.


Grandpa passed away almost four months ago. He has come to me several times in my dreams to show me his sweet and humorous spirit is still going strong on the other side.
 
Many years ago I was in a car "accident" with my boyfriend. A couple of days later he broke up with me, and then he died in a motorcycle crash a few weeks later. For years I would think "I just wish I knew whether or not he really loved me. If he did, it would be great to know. And if he didn't, well, that's ok too. I just wish I knew!" Almost 7 years after his death my best friend (who had introduced us) and I were spending some time together as our husbands were away camping. One evening we sat down and started reminiscing about our teenage years. The discussion eventually got around to my old boyfriend. Several times I would start telling her something that had happened between me and my boyfriend....and she would finish my story. The first couple of times I was amazed. She kept doing it though and it just got annoying. Now, these were things I had never told anyone, and things only known by myself and my boyfriend. She also assured me that he wouldn't tell me that he loved me if he didn't. At one point I went into the kitchen to get a drink of water and I got this weird, tingly sensation on the right side of my body, the side facing the back door. I zoomed back into the livingroom and told my friend I had felt something and we both burst out crying. Then the thought came to me that I should ask her how she would feel about seeing him. I thought "Oh, thats crazy. I'm not going to say that". The thought came to me 2 more times, so I finally said that to her. Suddenly she got this strange look on her face and I could tell she was seeing something that I wasn't seeing. She started crying again and told me that she had just seen my old boyfriend. He thanked her for telling me that he loved me and for being a friend. Later that year my husband was out of town and I was in bed, listening to the radio. It got annoying so I turned it off. I was thinking about my old boyfriend and what had happened when suddenly I felt compelled to turn on the radio. The last few words of the song were "I am by your side, I am by your side." The next night the same thing happened, except I got to hear a little more of the song. I asked my old boyfriend to let me know when the song was going to be on so I could hear the whole thing. The next day I listened to the radio all day and never heard that song. I decided to go to bed early that night and suddenly felt compelled to turn on the radio. Aretha Franklin was singing the end of "Pink Cadillac". The next song was "I am by your side", by Corey Hart. I got to hear the whole song, and I have never heard it again!


In the 32 years since he died I have had enough evidence from him that he is still around and has survived "death".
 
I've never had anything concrete with spirits happen to me until I was 8, but before then I had always had an interest in ghosts, psychic phenomena and stuff.


For most of my early life I could remember feeling a presence around me. Once when I was about 5, I was alone in my room trying to do karate and although nothing was there, I actually felt like I had kicked something. The experience really freaked me out and I ran away and hid somewhere and apologized profusely.


When I was 8, it was around this age that I became terrified of dying and i used to sleep facing the door so I would wake up and see someone if they tried to come in and get me. One night I woke up in the middle of my room, I saw a figure about 3-4 feet high in a pale yellowish / white light that was maybe kneeling or sitting. It looked a lot like princess leia from star wars (which was the best comparison I had at the time) and of course I tried to clear my eyes, I shut them and reopened them and the figure persisted for about 5 minutes.


Now though that I realize that I was Chinese in my previous life, the figure could have easily have been a parent, or close relative or friend wearing traditional clothing.


The feeling of having a presence around me lasted until maybe I was 18 or so.
 
Gerania said:
He looked at me with a grieved and slightly reproachful stare. He moved straight through the wall to my right and was gone.
Next day, I was chatting to my elderly neighbour and casually asked her what the old man who had died in my place, looked like: you guessed it! she described the ghost!
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If your ghost is still around it probably wouldn't hurt to to try and provide some validation for him. Find out what you can about him and try talking to him about his favorite pass times or something that would acknowledge his presence in a positive manner.


for all anyone knows, he may have died alone and forgotten. a measure of kindness may be all it takes to improve the situation.
 
The man who built the home I used to own and his dog were still there. I only saw him once but my daughter saw him often, he used to try to scare her. Once she dropped something on the floor and put a chip in the cherry hardwood floor. The leaded glass light fixture flew off of the wall and landed in the dining room.


Another time she was helping me bring in candy for Easter. She was taking stuff out of the car in the garage. He offered to help her. She said, "You can't help me, you're dead."


He had suffered a heart attack in the garage and died there.
 
I've had experiences with the paranormal since I was about 10 or so. These experiences left me convinced that there is soooo much more to life than what anyone really understands. They also sparked my interest in wanting to learn more about reincarnation and my hobby of ghost hunting.


My grandmother died in 1992, just a few weeks before my 13th birthday. I was very close to her, and practically was raised by them while my mother was working several jobs to support us three kids. After she passed, she made sure she knew that I knew she was still there...and it worked. I smelled her perfume at different times throughout my house, particularly around her favorite chair. My cockatiel adored both her and my mother and would always try to jump over to them the second one of them walked into the room. He still tried to do that on a few occasions, only to have nothing to land on. Things would slide off the shelf or be moved around, alarm clocks would go off at random hours of the day. Sometimes at night, I would feel the foot of the bed sink down gently as if someone just sat down.


One day, I had come home from school and called my mom to let her known I was home. There was a lot of static and echoing on the phone as if another phone was left off the hook somewhere in the house. I checked all the phones, all looked ok so I asked my mom if there was something going on with her end. Since she was at work, she only had one line so this wasn't possible and didn't hear anything. It was after she responded that I heard in a faint voice say "Hi Carrie" then click, no more static, nothing....it was my grandmothers voice!!


It gave me goosebumps, but left me knowing for sure that she was letting me know she was around. It was very comforting and became my favorite experience, one that I will certainly never forget. I just wish there was a way back then to capture a moment like that... :)
 
When, I want to say eight, give or take a year, I was lying on the couch in the living room. My dad was away on work and I believe my mom was at work too. It was just my older brother and myself home alone.


Anyway, I felt very uncomfortable and all of a sudden I felt like God was telling me everything was going to be alright and soon I fell asleep... Early in the morning I woke up to my brother walking around in the living room, speaking on the phone. My paternal grandmother, who I wasn't particularly close to, had died.


When my mom came home I laid down with her in her bed and I believe I was crying because I hadn't visited her at the hospital in quite awhile and I felt bad.


Later, I went back to bed and had horrible dream which I'll never forget. My mother and I were walking down a long path in an open area surrounded my trees. Along the path were partitioning ropes. At the end was a small chapel, which reminded me of a chapel at a new hospital my other grandma had showed me not too long before, with the stain-glass windows. Anyway, when we got inside, we saw Jesus standing in, I guess, the vestibule. Now, this is the depicted Jesus I DON'T like. The one with long, light colored hair.


He told us to leave. We wouldn't. Then he looked at us again, not very nicely, and told us again and I don't think he would. I realized this was Satan disguised as Jesus, and he chased me outside of the chapel and I tripped on the path and woke up scared out of my mind. To the point where I actually decided to go to school because I felt so uncomfortable home alone. I believe everybody was gone, or at least asleep. I realize that dreams pretty off-topic, but I thought I'd share it.


When my grandma was dying she always saw spirits in her room. Once, when we were visiting she told us that a little girl was by my dad's leg. I was sitting on that leg and moved to the other one, which made everyone laugh. I believe she said she also saw angels flying above her bed. My great-grandma on my mom's side said the same thing. She died around the same time.
 
I got it right from the spectral horse's mouth. We had a paranormal team out to our house, and later one of the team members let us hear some recordings from other places they had investigated. On one recording you can hear one of them ask "Is there life after death?" The answer comes back clearly:


"No. There is life after life."


For spirits not from my own direct interaction, my dad's uncle lay dying. He was trying to get out of bed. My dad kept insiting he lay back down, that he'd get him whatever he wanted. Uncle Vicente told him that Luiz (his brother, my dad's late father) was bringing the horses around. He was supposed to meet him outside. My dad told him to wait a moment. He had to go talk to him. Dad stepped out of the room for five minutes and came back. He told him "The horses will be ready tomorrow." This calmed Uncle Vicente considerably. The next day he was gone from his shell. He and my grandfather had ridden off.


In another incident, I was applying for a job at a convalescent hospital, the kind where society parks its old people to rot and die. This lady was trying to wheel herself out of the home. Right in front was Winchester Boulevard, a very busy street. They told me she was crazy, insiting there was a plane waiting for her that she had to catch. I grabbed a clipboard quickly from a desk and walked up to her, asking for her name. She told me and looked at the clipboard. Then I looked back up and told her taht her flight had been delayed due to inclement weather at the destination. She could leave tomorrow. She calmed down. I told the nurses to notify her family. She'll be gone by morning. "How can you be sure?" they asked. "She has a plane to catch," I answered.


She was gone before sunrise.
 
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