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Near death, aided by ghostly companion - CNN.com
Seeded on Tue Nov 10, 2009 8:17 AM EST
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#1 - Tue Nov 10, 2009 8:18 AM ESTI am interested in this stuff, it is worth studying. I may even get the book on it. I am agnostic but I really like the work of Joseph Campbell, I believe in science, but there is a layer of reality that seems to elude science, sometimes we figure it out but most often it remains a mystery.
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#2 - Tue Nov 10, 2009 8:54 AM EST
there is a layer of reality that seems to elude science
I love the way you phrased that. How very, very true. The reason it eludes science is because scientists demand that everything be reproducible in a lab or study.
I've heard many decry NDEs as the delusions of a dying brain, but in my case, I wasn't even ill. I was with my father for two weeks as he lay dying. There were spiritual entities who waited with me. I wasn't the only person who saw them. Others did too. My father, after he'd lost is ability to speak with us, woke up and looked straight at them, then said very clearly, "I am hurrying. I love you too."
Not long after that, he gestured for me to come closer. I did. He looked straight into my eyes and the most amazing thing happened. From him to me flowed an essence so strong, embracing and wondrous I do not have words. There is no doubt it was pure love so divine that it permeated every cell in my body. In that instant, I knew each cell intimately. I was one with them and one with the universe and every thing within the universe. I've never felt so safe as I did in that instant. I no longer fear death because I know what I have to look forward to. This was the greatest gift my father every gave to me.
Not long after that, he died. Peacefully. Content to be moving on. I miss him, but I don't grieve him as lost forever because I know he is close to me at all times, as is Divine Love.
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I no longer fear death because I know what I have to look forward to. This was the greatest gift my father every gave to me.
I miss him, but I don't grieve him as lost forever because I know he is close to me at all times, as is Divine Love.
Love never dies, it lives on in our memories and within each of us.
A very powerful and moving story.
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#2.1: "From him to me flowed an essence so strong, embracing and wondrous I do not have words."
Wow... that was one of the most powerful testimonials I have ever seen. I have heard it postulated that these entities that seem to come out of nowhere to guide us are, perhaps, our loved ones, not necessarily ghosts, but emanations from or of our loved ones, watching over us, trying to guide us, or warn us, to keep us safe. Your story would appear to make that a fact, at least in some cases, if not all.
Thank you so much for sharing. I will never forget your words. Ever. So powerful, so sincere... thank you.
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#2.2: "Love never dies, it lives on in our memories and within each of us."
That is a very simple and very powerful truth. I think Loretta's story indicates that love is also outside our physical beings but in a way that we can feel it and even see it... there is so much more to the universe than our simple selves...
Thank you for sharing.
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Loretta's story indicates that love is also outside our physical beings but in a way that we can feel it and even see it
I totally agree with this statement. I too have felt the presence of loved ones who have passed. It is normally during periods of high stress and emotional distress.
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#2.5: "It is normally during periods of high stress and emotional distress."
You're right... the timing of these experiences indicates that someone surely is watching over us, and is ready to step in on our behalf if we need it... I find it very comforting and reassuring.
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In 1986, two adults took hostages in an elementary school, mostly little children. They had a bomb and made the children stand close to it. Eventually, the bomb went off. Two died -- the bombers David and Doris Young -- but all 79 of the children and school personnel survived. Afterward, the children said there were angels in the room telling them what to do, including just before the bomb went off. The angels told them to run to the window.
A few months later, one of these children was looking through a family album. She said to her mother, "There she is. There's my angel." The photo was of her great grandmother who had died before she was born.
This incident was made into a movie. Here's a write up about it in The Deseret News. They don't say a lot about the angels in it though:
http://www.deseretnews.com/article/635207589/Cokeville-recollects-miracle-of-1986.html?pg=1
Witness to Miracles" includes several stories of children who reported seeing angels in the classroom that day. Glenna Walker's children saw a "beautiful lady" who told them to go near the window. Other children reported seeing an angel over each child's head.
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Loretta, I was not so near to my parents when they died but I wish I had been, a decade later I lost my family dog, my son and I had to hold her while she was being euthanized, her back was broken and she was full of cancer (like my mother), she fought so hard (like my mother), the first injection didn't take but then the second one did and I felt her leave. I said, she is gone, I felt such pain but what did I feel leave her? Was it only life or was it more? I don't know. My brother in law was Black and he lived in Chicago with my sister in Obama's neighborhood just a few years ago, he died of cancer, and now Obama is President of the United States, I know that it makes no sense but some how it is at the very least a poetic reverberation in my life. I am agnostic, but these things are greater than Religion for me, they are beyond science for me but they do make me feel spiritual, I guess I am an old stone age sot but I can't help it.
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#2.8: "I guess I am an old stone age sot but I can't help it."
You are a precious soul, Blayde. Your story is poignant and sad, but also full of hope. It was beautiful, as are you.
As for the "stone age" part, well... I'm a fossil, so we have something in common, it would appear. :-)
Thank you for sharing.
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#2: "...there is a layer of reality that seems to elude science, sometimes we figure it out but most often it remains a mystery."
That's pretty much my opinion on things like this. It sure is intriguing, in any event, and maybe, possibly, someday, Science will come up with answers that fit at least some of the phenomena.
Thanks for your input!
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#3 - Tue Nov 10, 2009 9:36 AM ESTThis makes me think of the country song "Angels among us"
"I believe there are Angels among us, sent down to us, from somewhere up above, they come to you and me, in our darkest hours, to light the way, with the light of love."
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#4 - Tue Nov 10, 2009 10:38 AM EST#4: "This makes me think of the country song "Angels among us""
How beautiful! I do believe in angels, oddly enough, even though I'm against organized religion. I believe in a "higher power," as well... and when you read of experiences like the one in this seed, it can only reinforce these beliefs. Something is happening, even if we do not know how to label it.
Thanks, Jim420, for your wonderful comment.
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Hi bitey! I have two easy to tell ones:
I was in bed sleeping when I heard a man's voice screaming for me to go to the kitchen. I flew out of bed and ran to the kitchen. My ex used to light religious candles and leave them on top of the refrigerator (the encased in glass kind). Well for some reason the picture on the outside was on fire and it was spreading to my cabinets. I grabbed the oven mitts and threw it into the sink and put out my cabinet with a glass of water. Both my kids slept soundly through it all.
The other time I was on the freeway. I was 4 mo. pregnant with my first. A gravel truck was merging onto the freeway when it clipped the white car in front of me. The car went spinning out of control and clipping other cars. I just thought "OH GOD not when I'm pregnant! HELP!" Now six cars are spinning out of control directly in front of me. I was turning my car to the right and pressing the brakes but the car was not going right...or slowing down! I had just got that car (Nissan Pathfinder). A voice said, "Let go!" When a path opened in front of me and the car drove itself through. ??? I didn't let go and I was still trying to pull it to the side and stop. I was still trying to control where I went. Glad my helper was able to control it even though I was not letting go!!!
When I got to the other side I was completely astonished. The cars were all mangled together...it was hard to believe I made it through without a scratch. So I picked up my "brick" cell phone and called for help for those who were mangled together. Guess it really was a pathfinder...LOL! (surprisingly only minor injuries for the others...whew).
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#5 - Tue Nov 10, 2009 11:35 AM EST#5: "A voice said, "Let go!" "
What a wonderful story! Truly wonderful, and you have reminded me of a similar incident...
It was 1967, I was driving home from work on the Northern State Parkway (Long Island, NY). Now, I have never, ever tailgated, and I wasn't tailgating at this time, either, and traffic was moving at the speed limit (55 mph).
Suddenly, I heard a voice, male, saying I needed to increase my stopping distance. I heard that voice! And, even though I wasn't tailgating, I increased my distance by several car lengths. I also noticed that the car behind mine, a yellow Pontiac, was really tailgating me.
Suddenly, way ahead, the car in front of me, a white sedan, swerved into the right lane, apparently to make a right exit, and almost sideswiped the car that was in that lane.
The white sedan swerved back into the left lane and...
...slammed on the brakes. He came to a dead stop. In the left lane.
I stood on my brakes, tires screamed, and I came to a stop maybe 1 inch from the car ahead, and as I stopped, the yellow Pontiac rear-ended me and the white sedan took off like a bat outta hell.
Pontiac was totaled, my car sustained a fair amount of damage but was nowhere near totaled, and the lunatic who caused it got away scot-free.
It would have been far worse had it not been for that voice warning me in advance.
Thanks so much for sharing your experience, and reminding me of mine.
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I heard that voice!
It is so amazing to me still. Thanks for sharing yours.
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#5.2: "It is so amazing to me still. Thanks for sharing yours."
This makes me wonder if some people hear these voices and ignore them, to their own detriment, or if only some people hear them, and heed them... it is strange, but it has happened to me, so I certainly am not about to start doubting that it has happened to others. I'm just curious to know if some people simply ignore the voices and end up in dire straits, or maybe react unconsciously in a way that heeds the voices. I hope we hear more first-person accounts.
Thanks again, Walk'n. Your stories are very typical and very profound examples of this phenomenon.
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My story is quite simple too. It occurred on a late summer afternoon in 1996. I just completed my first day at my employer's office. I was not familiar with the area so when the work day ended I decided to take a little time to explore/drive around the surrounding community. It was a hot and very humid day but the sky was clear and there was no indication that bad weather was on its way. Without any warning that all changed. The sky turned black with a greenish hue, the winds picked up and within about 10 seconds it got so dark that I could not see the anything beyond my car's front window. Immediately the car started rocking and I could hear and feel things hitting my car (although I could not see them). I turned on the warning lights and continued to slowly drive down a road that I could no longer see. Then the announcement came over the radio, TORNADO WARNING! A funnel had been sited and I was in the middle of the danger zone. I had no idea where I was or where to go. Then I heard a voice telling me "Turn right NOW". Without hesitating I turned right and to my surprise and great relief I discovered I had turned into a parking lot of a small strip mall. I waited out the storm in one of the stores. When it was safe to leave I went back to my car only to discover it was heavily damaged by tree limbs and other debris. The road that I had been driving down was closed. Numerous trees and other material were scattered across the road. If I had not turned off that road when I did my car would have been crushed by one of the fallen trees.
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#6 - Tue Nov 10, 2009 3:10 PM EST#6: "If I had not turned off that road when I did my car would have been crushed by one of the fallen trees."
That was a real hair-raiser! Wow! What a story... wow! Thanks for sharing, and in such clear, concise way!
Yeah, more and more, I believe in angels...
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I heard no voices, I had left the kitchen window open-hot+dishes+no air conditioner=miserable!
Took my son across the street to a friends house, came back after he played for a while and went back into the kitchen to do the pots-n-pans...My son, 16 months at the time, like to bang on the kitchen window and "talk" to me when I was at the sink. I remembered the dang thing was open (and only stood about 4 inches off the floor) and turned to grab him before he got near the window...instead, I watched him FALL out of our 2nd story apartment window.
I have no idea how I got down the back steps-my neighbor later told me she thought I was being raped with the animal scream she heard from my house-anyway...
My son had missed the concrete walk below our window, missed the fence that the neighbors had put in-upside down, spikes up, to keep the downstair neighbor boys out of their yard-and landed in the freshly till garden of my neighbors yard.
That day, I believe my son met his Guardian Angel!
He was fine, the hospital kept me for shock!
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#8 - Wed Nov 11, 2009 5:04 PM EST#8: "He was fine, the hospital kept me for shock!"
Oh, I am so glad he is okay! Too bad he can't tell you what happened! I'm willing to believe an angel caught him and placed him in a safe location...
You being hospitalized for shock is actually kinda funny, especially since your baby is okay.
Thanks for sharing, and I am glad BOTH of you are okay!
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Thanks..the doctor told me if he'd been 8 or an adult, he would have had multiple broken bones, maybe even died...instead, he bounced...but, I believe it was what you said!
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#8.2: "...the doctor told me if he'd been 8 or an adult, he would have had multiple broken bones, maybe even died..."
Well, it would have helped an adult to be drunk...
Years ago, when I was in the Air Force, I was at the Airman's Club one night when a very, very drunk guy, who thought his feelings had been hurt, calmly got up from the table, staggered to the back door, leaned over the rail, and slithered over, a good twenty-foot drop, head first. We all watched in stunned silence, then ran out and down the steps, thinking the guy was surely dead...
We called the ambulance, and followed it to the hospital, and then waited...
The doctor finally came out and told us the drunk was okay, not even a broken bone, and then said that if he'd been sober, he'd probably have been killed or severely injured. As it was, the worst thing he'd suffer would be one heckuva headache...
Maybe he, too, had an angel looking over him... sober, he was a nice guy...
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There was an expression where I grew up that “God looks after fools, drunks, and little children.” It might not have been God looking after the child and the Airman but I think there was some force watching over them.
Bitemore, I did not know you are a vet. I salute you for your service. (US Army here).
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#8.4: "I salute you for your service. (US Army here)."
[...bitemore stands at attention and raises paw in snappy salute to gonetosoon...]
And I thank you for your service, as well. Long live all our vets and the great military of the US of A!
- 3 votes
There was an expression where I grew up that “God looks after fools, drunks, and little children.”
It must be true...bitey's story and my ex hit a drunk pedestrian crossing 12 lanes of traffic in the dark. He was heading to yet another bar...if he would have made it he would have died from alcohol poisoning...but since my ex ran him over he was taken to the hospital instead. The car was totaled. My ex thought he killed the man because of the damage to the car. We had the ins co call for his condition. They called the guys hospital room and he answered the phone. He only had a few bruises...it was his intoxication that made the hospital keep him admitted overnight. My ex was sooo relieved-even though he was not at fault he was terrified he had killed him.
#8.6: "My ex was sooo relieved-even though he was not at fault he was terrified he had killed him."
Sheesh... I gotta wonder if that drunk learned anything from that incident, or if he just didn't give a damn...
I saw on the news the past couple of evenings about a drunk woman who literally staggered onto the train tracks, and the train managed to stop in the nick of time, and the dumbass drunk woman was okay... never mind that she could have caused no end of injury to other innocents; she had to drink and had to stagger... I mean, this crappyass female was too drunk to stand... it really pisses me off that drunks think they can do anything they want, let the chips fall where they may, no mater who is hurt or has to suffer the consequences, like your ex... he didn't deserve to be haunted by that.
Sorry about the rant... I have a short fuse when it comes to drunks.
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Sorry about the rant... I have a short fuse when it comes to drunks.
That's ok...let it blow!
#8.8: "That's ok...let it blow!"
Huff puff puff huff puff....
:-])
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My experience with this sort of thing happened in my mid-teen years.
Me and two of my buddies were horsing around in my house as teenage boys quite often do. We were basically running around harassing each other by throwing various inane objects at each other, a kind of indoor dodge ball with what ever we can get our hands on that wasn't too dangerous or breakable.
I got the upper hand and my two friends ran down the hall into my parents room. As I went down the hall to the point where, at an angle, I could see into my parents room. One of my friends had removed the .22 caliber pistol that was hanging on the bedpost and was aiming the gun straight at me.
Now I know what you are thinking, if someone is pointing a gun at you, one would instinctually duck and run. Well let me remind you we were teenagers and fill you in on what went through my head.
This gun my friend had in his hand was used in training our bird dogs to react to the gunshot to run after and retrieve the falling bird. I have seen this gun many times and even used it on occasion to help train the dogs. Blanks were always used in this gun and I have never seen it loaded with live ammunition. So, in my head I perceived no immediate danger because in my experience the gun was either loaded with blanks or not loaded at all.
I stood there giving my friend a disgusted look like "What are you doing pointing a gun at me? Are you stupid?", when I heard a voice, a voice I recognized, utter one simple word in an emphatic manner ... "Move!".
The voice, word, so shocked me I merely took a single military style sidestep to the left. Then I heard the pop of the gun being fired and a split second later the bullet impacting the wall where I once stood.
I leaned to my right so that I can once again see into my parents room and there stood my friend with the gun in his hand and his face whiter that the sheets on the bed. When I moved back to my original position before the gunshot and compared the angle of where my friend stood and where the bullet hit the wall to where I was standing it is a good bet the bullet would have hit me directly in the right eye or somewhere fairly close to it.
The voice in my head was that of my grandfather who had passed away a few years earlier.
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#9 - Tue Nov 17, 2009 12:50 PM EST#9: "The voice in my head was that of my grandfather who had passed away a few years earlier."
Oh, wow. More and more, I am believing not only in an afterlife, but in an afterlife in which we can make our presence known in this life when we are most needed. There are just too many stories like yours to make it a hoax, or even wishful thinking. Those of us who have experienced anything like this know beyond the shadow of a doubt that whatever is going on here defies current explanations. Maybe someday researchers will discover precisely what is happening, but until then, it does give us a measure of comfort to know someone is looking after us when we are at our most vulnerable.
Thank you so much for sharing. I really, really appreciate it.
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The voice in my head was that of my grandfather who had passed away a few years earlier.
Great story. I too think it was my grandpa (the voice) in the candle incident. It was not the same voice in the car accident one. Just shows how love has no boundaries.
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