Kramerguy wrote:
Interesting also how these dead relatives only appear and speak to the most devout "believers", when non-believers are not present...
It's almost as if everything supernatural is afraid of being seen... what are they scared of?
Well, that's not accurate.
I would say that when you are ALONE or only with a limited number of people, it is easier to tap into the spiritual side of life. Prophets isolate themselves on mountain tops for a reason.
Not to mention distractions.
If I was more focused on a bunch of people around, making noise, shuffling feet, etc... It makes it harder to "tune in".
But as I said before, I don't "HEAR" them, only "FEEL" them, and this has only happened on rare occasions for me. I am very grounded on planet Earth, where that stuff is concerned... and I like it just fine that way!
My wife on the other hand...
My uncle spoke to her (screamed at her at first, cause she didn't want him talking to her... she doesn't like that she has this gift, and she does everything in her power usually, to avoid it) ... but My uncle talked to her AT A FUNERAL dude. With over a hundred people around, and a minister on a pulpit giving a eulogy, in a loud and animated voice.
My uncle was literally blasting the pastor as he was speaking, arguing about some of the things he was saying about him.
He told her a number of things at that funeral.
She didn't tell me about it until the next day.
When she started to mention it to me, I realized that we were in the same neighborhood that my uncle lived. She remembered to tell me about this, as we were quite literally, passing his house.
But I had only been to my uncle's house once before, and I honestly FORGOT that he lived where we were driving through. We were on our way to a Ferry, where you drive your car on a boat, across a river. She had never been on a ferry and I was taking her where I knew there was one.
I knew this was not coincidence, Her thinking to tell me, at the exact moment we were passing his house. She didn't know he lived there. I had even forgotten about it.
I told her I didn't believe that was coincidence and I asked if she minded if we stopped by my aunt's house... she was hesitant about that, but I told her, that I would not say a word about it, unless I saw some sign that we should share this with my aunt... his widow.
We turned around, and went back to his house.
She and the kids were home, and we apologized for intruding unannounced, and my aunt said that she was happy we had stopped by.
When we went in the house, there were two dogs that they had, and one was downstairs, but the other was upstairs. When we walked inside, the one on the top of the stairs suddenly got up, after we had sat down, and he walked downstairs, and walked straight over to my wife... just straight to her... and he put his head down on her lap, and didn't budge. My wife rubbed his head and he just sat there, looking at her, and no one else.
My aunt suddenly said... "Wow, he never does that."
"Does what?"
"Goes up to people like that, and being all friendly."
Hmm...
I thought to ask her a question...
"I see you have two dogs... was this one my uncle's favorite by any chance?
She said... "Yes! How did you know?"
And that was my sign.
I told my aunt... "You've known me since I was a child, and I even lived with you guys for a few months when my mom had to take a job for awhile, out of town... You know that I would never lie to you... I need to share something with you... and I need you to sit down, so I can do that, if that's ok with you?"
She sat down, and got a serious look on her face.
I explained what had happened, that my wife had talked to her husband, that I had seen her do this before, and it was no joke.
I told her that my uncle had been arguing with the minister, and my uncle had told my wife... "He wasn't my minster!" and she said that was true. I also detailed the other things he had told my wife, and she teared up pretty good, and said "Yes, that's all true" and "That's exactly what he would have said!" etc...
Then my wife started crying PROFUSELY and had trouble talking for a moment, and in between tears, she told my aunt that her husband was right there in the room with us, and he wanted to say some things.
My aunt started crying more.
My wife was crying.
It made me tear up also.
She started talking for him, telling my aunt, that he said he loved her very much, and that it was hell for him, watching them close the lid on his coffin... that he was afraid when they closed that lid, that they would bury his memory along with him... that he was afraid when they put him in the ground, that they would forget about him... My aunt said, of course, that this would never happen... He then said that he missed them, that HIS HEAVEN was home with his family... with them. He had been ill for years before he died (my wife never knew this) and he pointed out to her his favorite spot to sit... outside, on one particular corner of their dock. He said that what made him happiest, was sitting right there (there was no chair there at the time) he loved just sitting right in that spot, for hours and hours, and just watching the kids play, and that this is what made him happiest. My aunt acknowledged this, that it was what he would do for hours on end, and it was his favorite place to be.
After all this, and the goodbyes between uncle and aunt.... my aunt gets up from her chair, goes over to my wife, and said to me with a teary but big smile... "I'm stealing her from you for a bit Craig!" and she said to my wife... "Honey, come with me into the kitchen, I'm gonna make some coffee."
And arm in arm, off they went.
They talked in the kitchen for awhile, making coffee, and then came back out to the living room with the coffee, and we had coffee and chatted a little longer, and my aunt told my wife that she loved her, though they had just met.
And my wife said to my aunt...
"Oh, I almost forgot!... "He said to thank you for the box, it meant alot! But he didn't tell me what that meant?"
My aunt started crying all over again, and said...
"I had put some mementos, that were special to he and I, in a small wooden box. And when I was alone with him, at the viewing... I snuck it under his body, to be buried with him... but no one knew that... I didn't even tell the kids... it was something just between us!"
She thanked us for EVERYTHING and said what my wife had done for her, allowing them to talk one last time, had meant everything to her, and she felt a great deal more peace over his passing. She told us we were both welcome back anytime, and thanked us again.
But I suppose it was all a lucky break?
And maybe my wife has just been fooling me all these years, as well as making a mockery of my uncle's death and his widow's grieving, in order to perpetuate the myth even further?
Or...
"Souls survive death!"
I know clearly, which one it is.
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