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Post by Ko'an Noi on Jul 18, 2008 13:40:45 GMT -5
My grandmother died a little while ago (a year? two years? I can never remember), of lung cancer that mestasized to the rest of her body.
Anyway, she was a great woman, funny as hell, and I loved her a lot. (my normal phrase would be "loved her to death", but that seemed a little.... odd to use). I've had infrequent dreams about her since she died, but the past week, she's been involved in my dreams every night. She always talks directly to me, as me (instead of being just a random "character", she was who she was, and I was myself). Her words are always encouraging and loving, and it always makes me smile when I think about it.
I love that she's found a way to communicate with me during the night, instead of just during the day, when I hear her voice, or see her and talk to her.
Has anyone else had something like this happen to them after a loved one has passed?
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Post by KG on Jul 18, 2008 23:45:34 GMT -5
Hi Silver Claw,
First off if your Grandmother is speaking to you in your dreams you should follow her advice, because that advice comes from a higher source than your normal dreams. Whenever you dream of elderly realatives speaking to you that is highly important, especially if they have crossed over, as your grandmother has.
And...Well yes... ;D I am sure I have bored the other board members to death with Gary stories, but I haven't told you yet, so Yay!!! I get to recite my Gary stories again. ;D ;D ;D
When I was a little girl, my Dad had a farm hand named Gary. He was really just a neighbor's kid from down the road a bit. Gary's father committed suicide when he was very smal, so he followed my Dad around from the time he was like five or six, which was way before my mom and dad got married, and of course before I was born. Gary was part of my life from an early age. I had a very strange connection to him from the time I was in the crib. His inner child was my imaginary friend. I'd see a younger version of Gary around, and we'd play together. In those days I couldn't tell astral from real all the time, but I knew this wasn't physical. I knew because he could disappear into my heart chakra. Gary played with me in real life too, though he was 10 years older than me, he always made time to talk to me, and he was really sweet. We had a powerful psychic connection, so that I could see out of Gary's eyes at times, seeing whatever he saw, and I could always hear his thoughts. He even channeled through me at least once when I was in first grade. I know because he used a lot of cuss words I didn't know at the time. LOL But it was to protect me and it worked so I can't complain.
When I was about seven Gary sort of slipped out of my life. He got older and sort of fell out of favor with my parents as well due to substance abuse problems. I saw him around sometimes. He worked for my uncle who lived across the road from me, but I missed him being around the house.
One night, when I was 13, I kept thinking of him, and I sensed his presence, but I was sleepy so i just thought "Ahhh Gary, how nice to sense him after all these years, and went to sleep. The next day I went to school. On the bus kept thinking of Gary, and sensing him somehow. Then outside the school, I saw him walking towards me. I thought to myself, "What kind of emergency could they possibly have at home, that they sent Gary to get me from school. The whole hill must have blown up for them to not send a closer friend or relative than Gary." I ran towards him, afraid he brought exceptionally bad news, but I was preparing to leave with him.
I was very close to him when suddenly, I noticed that the figure who had appeared so rock solid a few seconds ago was starting to fade to transparent. I had already started to speak to him, and he just got really see through. He answered my half spoken question with, "I am OK, I am with you." I just looked at him confused, as I thought, "Why wouldn't you be OK? What is going on." My vision of him faded, but I felt him even more powerfuly than when I saw him. My heart chakra was warm, not that I knew what a heart chakra was at that time, but that is how it felt.
A few minutes later a girl I knew came up to me and after a brief chat, she asked me if i had a boyfriend. I didn't and felt like she was picking on me to even ask. She wasn't but it felt that way. I was about to say no, but all of a sudden I lost control of my mouth. I said, "Yes, Gary he works for my uncle. You've seen him." Then I described a time when the bus passed when he was working in the fields. She said, she had and went on and on about how attractive he was. Then she asked how far I'd gone with him. Still out of control I said, "Gary would never take advantage of me, he feels that I am too young, and he would never do anything that might hurt me. He loves me very much." Suddenly I had control of my voice again. I couldn't deny what I just said, since I had just said it, but I begged her not to tell anyone. I explained that I was 13 and he was 23. I said my father would kill him if he knew. Which was what i was most worried about once I regained control.
When I got home, my mom told me that Gary had died, and handed me his obituary. I was so stunned. I had seen him about two weeks prior and he looked fantastic. I'd never seen a more handsome or healthy looking man. Yet he had died suddenly of a brain hemorage. I was devistated, shocked and just so confused I was speachless. I went to my room and he was there. "You said you were OK! What exactly is your definition of OK? You are dead Gary. How exactly is that OK?" I demanded. "I am with you. I will stay with you now." I said "OK..."
For the next several months we were close, he was around all the time, and then I told him that I would never marry as long as he was there. He got very upset. He argued with me, that I had to have a normal life, but I aruged that I couldn't have someone else with him around, and I sensed him so realistically that I would hardly know the difference. Gary can be very solid if he wants to be. He didn't argue much with that, he just pretended to disappear.
Gary resurfaced later, but it took me a while to realize what was happening when he did. Today he litterally shares my life. We live together as co conscious multiple. He can project out of me as well, but most of the time he just channels through me,
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Post by Ko'an Noi on Jul 19, 2008 6:47:38 GMT -5
:whistles: Wow. I had heard about Gary and you from Memory, but I never knew how close your connection was.
Living as a co-concious being....wow. xD it sounds childish, but all I can say is "wow" to everything.
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Post by cackalacky on Sept 16, 2008 13:53:07 GMT -5
Both of my grandparents have passed on and I feel them from time to time around the house. They have even gone as far as to complain about the new paint and the fake christmas tree mom got (its white). I have had a dream where I saw a lot of people that I have know to pass on and a few that are still living, but when I saw my grandmother in my dream she was in the old living room talking to my mother and when I came up the stairs she looked at me and screamed with such shrills that I woke up with goose bumps all over. I've also seen my grandfather's shadow wonder around the house from time to time. That's an amazing story KG about Gary, I'm with Ko'an Noi.... WOW. I always wondered who Gary was, I know I haven't been on here in a while but that makes a lot of sense.
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Post by KG on Sept 17, 2008 0:07:01 GMT -5
That's wild about your grandparents. I felt mine a few times in the house, but not so much lately. I live in their house, so naturally they are around in a way... their energy on stuff, but not in the way Gary is at all, never were, and lately it's a lot less. They are in heaven more than they are here... but some aspects of them are around. My spirit is with Gary in heaven, but his lower self (Human Soul) is still here with me, in exactly the same way I am here. He's incarnate through me. His awareness shifts to heaven easier than mine and he is more aware of astral things, but he's here with me, and I am there with him. He's a little different here than in heaven, just as I am, and just as our higher selves are different from our lower selves. Most people leave behind something of themselves in their homes, and with their families, but not usually the whole soul. Sometimes though, people do migrate into someone close to them, and sometimes they remain earth bound and trapped as well. Those situations are two different things though. Trapped souls need to be released, but Gary says he will just wait and die when I do. That way we go together. HE just wasn't ready, when he died physically. I sensed that sort of thing when I first moved into my grandparents house. When I painted they slammed a door. I guess they didn't like the color? Thank goodness I don't think they are watching closely any more. I am not nearly as good of housekeeper as my grandma, and I am sure she would not approve of this mess. LOL That is strange. Did you know what set her off screaming? IT makes sense now, since Gary allowed me to understand that he had never actually left me. It was confusing to me before that, when I was channeling him. Whenever I was in some sort of danger, whether I realized it or not, I would shift personalities. I would talk in a voice that gave me a sore throat after, and suddenly I knew how to fight. I would say the darnedest things, and speak of myself in the third person. I didn't realize Gary was still with me, and I didn't really understand what was going on. I usually remembered what I said, mostly because it left a sort of imprint on my mind, as well as my aching throat. I used to call it my uncontrolable temper, and every time we did that, my watch would stop. The battery would drain completely. Once a guy I was dating refered to me as "his little bunny rabbit," and started being bossy about where I could and couldn't go. Gary didnt' trust the guy, and turns out he was abusive to most of his other girlfriends. I just didnt' like the way that sounded, and somewhere deep down I sensed a familiar feeling I couldn't quite place, and there was something inside me, asking, "may I handle this." I just sort of released that feeling, without really understanding what it was. Gary took me over and told the guy, "We are not your little bunny rabbit. I am something much more preditory than you can imagine. If you ever, so much as touch her in a way she doesn't like, I will take this little girl's body that you think is so cute, and I will beat the almighty hell out of you with it." Later, the guy asked me some strange questions about whether I had an older brother who had died. Then he told me he had been visited by a ghost, who introduced himself as my brother, and threatened to kill him, if he ever mistreated me. I told him I didn't have a clue what that was about and I didn't at the time, but I appologized. He said that he understood the guy perfectly, because he had little sisters, and he respected what my 'brother' said, whoever he was. That guy was always very careful with me after that. Another time the same guy ticked us off, and we were driving. I picked the guy up by the shirt collar with one hand, while driving with the other. I rammed his head up into the top of the car, and then shook him back and forth till I made little bruises on his chest. The guy didn't even try to fight back he just got really pale and scared. I don't know how on earth I was able to lift a 175 pound man out of his seat with one hand, but I did. It was very strange, and I didn't exactly do it on purpose. It just happened. Stuff like that happened to me occasionally. I was shocked at myself all these times, and still didn't connect it to Gary till later in my life. I was troubled by it a little, but I felt like it was OK, and for some reason would just explain it away, as what I called my uncontrolable temper. Whatever it was I felt it protected me, so I never questioned it. We were born astrally for the first time as conjoined twins, sharing a heart. They seperated us after we were born. Since then we were incarnated together most of the time, but it seems like in the last couple of hundred years they have tried to keep us seperate, or only with minimal time together physically. In the last one they incarnated him with me late in my life, because I was turning out badly. We really need each other. Without Gary's influence, I was cold, hard, and materialistic in my last life. Without me, he is withdrawn and prone to insanity, and often not very bright. He's always sweet though, but I am a cold hearted bitch without him. Here is a picture of Gary, which I painted from my astral vision, and memory of him. www.angelfire.com/crazy/spiritsense/KG1.htmGary likes to write. Late at night he takes me over and writes poetry to me, and short stories, and letters. A few of his short stories are in the fiction section of this board. Here are some of his poems. www.angelfire.com/crazy/spiritsense/Poems%20by%20Gary%201.htm
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