~Helping The Dead Cross Over~

*this is a follow-up from a previous post, 

http://fatheadandher.blogspot.ca/2013/09/let-dead-rest.html

So, what is one to do if they believe that they do have a legitimate haunting on their hands?  What do you do if you suspect that there is a spirit in your home?  

Enter such a query into a computer and you will see pages upon pages of web-sites offering information on how to deal with such a thing.  You will even find countless paranormal investigators that will offer to help you, but keep in mind that many charge quite a bit of money to do so.

You will also find self proclaimed psychics willing to rid your home of ghosts, and many of them charge varying amounts of money for their services too.

So what do you do, especially if you seriously need/want help but are afraid of seeking the assistance of someone requiring payment for fear of being scammed and/or ripped off?

First of all, think about what it is you are experiencing, and ask yourself in all honesty, can any of what you are experiencing be rationally explained?  

For example, my dad worked as a Stationary Engineer with our city's school board for over 30 years.  Many late nights while working all alone in some of the old schools, many guys would hear loud banging or what sounded like loud, heavy walking throughout the building.  

One could have easily creeped them self out believing it to be ghosts.  Even my dad got freaked out a few times thinking someone else was in the empty school with him. But as my dad came to discover, it was simply the old water pipes expanding and contracting, as well as the older boiler systems kicking in.  

I remember as a young girl going with my dad some times when he would go in to work for overtime, and the sounds were indeed very creepy.  My dad was used to it, and he would get a good laugh over the newly hired guys that would call him up at home some nights, while they were at work.  They would call him up, truly freaked out about all of the noises they were hearing throughout the building, since they were there all alone.    

Another thing I recommend, is to think about what it is you are experiencing, as well as who else has experienced something.  Think about these experiences, does it appear that something or someone is trying to communicate something to you?  

Another thing to note is, are these experiences scary or frightening?  Do you feel threatened, or is your fear of the unknown simply getting the best of you?  Perception is very important.  

A perfect example of this was the neighbours my parent's had a handful of years ago. They moved into the house right next door to my parents.  One day, the man living there approached my dad and asked what my dad knew about any previous owners of the home.  

He wanted to know if anyone had ever died in the home.  My dad told him about the older gentleman and his wife that had lived there previously, all of their children were grown and no longer lived there.

My dad then proceeded to tell him about the day that the wife suffered from a stroke and was rushed to hospital.  She died in hospital some days later.  The husband lived in the home for only a few years after his wife died. Then, one day the man suffered a massive heart attack while in the home by himself.  He was found a few days later by a close family friend.  

Anyway, the neighbour informed my dad that he and his wife, including their children were forever hearing strange voices in the home when no one was there.  It was really creeping the guy out.  

His wife on the other hand was not bothered by it one bit.  Her belief was that it was probably someone that lived in the home at some time and they had simply chosen to come back there, and she was fine with that.  

Her feeling was that as long as the spirit wasn't bothering her or her kids, she didn't care if it was in the house.  The man on the other hand was completely different, he wanted any and all spirits to be removed from the house.  He was really terrified.  

So, as you can see there are instances when what appears to be frightening at the time, is not frightening at all.  

While our emotions tend to get the worst of us, sometimes people reflect on an experience or various experiences much later, when they are more calm and can be much more rational, and they realize that it really was not a frightening experience.  

Think about my parent's neighbours, why was their neighbour so terrified over hearing voices and soft chatter in the house?

I find that in most cases, once people reflect on their experiences they come to realize that what they experienced appears to simply be a lost spirit that is trying to communicate with them or get their attention.  

But for some strange reason, too many people are far to eager to jump to conclusions and wrongfully assume that whatever it is that they are experiencing is due to some dark, malevolent entity or a demon. When in reality it is more than likely, just a spirit that is trying desperately to communicate with some one, anyone that will listen.

Can you imagine what it would be like to not know that you are dead?  Or even worse, you have figured out that you are dead, yet you have no clue what to do or where to go.  What if there was no bright light, and you were stuck amongst the living, people that could not see you or hear you?  Can you imagine?

Now imagine how you'd feel if whenever you tried to somehow communicate to the living, they misinterpret whatever it is that you are trying to communicate to them, and in doing so, rather than try and help you, or understand what it is you want or need, they fear you and try to rid their home of you?

I think it is important for people to keep in mind that many times when people experience doors opening and closing or hear what sounds like someone walking the floors, it could simply be a soul that lived in that house before and they loved that home and are happy to stay there.  They are also no threat to you whatsoever. They are not interacting with you, they are simply going about their merry way as they always did and you may simply be hearing them from time to time.

It is the same with people that experience odd smells in their home of flowers or perfumes or perhaps tobacco smoke, smells that can not be attributed to anyone currently living in the home.  All they are experiencing is the possible smell associated with a spirit.  In my experiences it is nothing to fear.  It simply is what it is.  It also can give you a heads up that perhaps a spirit is present, but this is not necessarily a bad thing or something to be feared.

Another thing to keep in mind when hoping to rid your home or some other haunted place of a spirit, is that the spirit may not want to leave.  If a spirit is quite content to stick around, I doubt any amount of pleading or demands that it must leave will do any good.  

One thing I do find helpful however, is to simply pray for that soul.  Pray that other spirits will come through and help that spirit cross over and leave the earthly realm that they are still in.  Pray for that soul to be lovingly guided by any and all of its deceased loved ones, so that they can finally and truly be at peace.

As for using religious items, if you find them comforting that is fine, but keep in mind that religious items such as crosses or crucifixes do not always have any effect whatsoever on a spirit.  You could be dealing with a spirit whose religious beliefs are completely different than yours.  Remember, not everyone is a Christian, and not everyone believes in God.  

The spirit you are trying to deal with may be an atheist.  Now think about that for a moment.  Think about the foolishness of reading parts of the Christian bible out loud to a spirit that is an atheist, or a soul that followed the teachings of Buddhism or perhaps Sikhism.  Perhaps the soul you are trying to communicate with followed the teachings of Wicca or Witchcraft, then what?  

See my point?

In my own personal experiences, I have found that nothing works better than simple, good old-fashioned communication.  I have also found that having respect for the deceased does wonders too.  I think respect is imperative.

I believe that at times, people have this false sense of grandiosity, that we are somehow bigger or stronger than spirits and we can boss them around.  Right.  That type of attitude does not work on the living so what the hell makes people believe that it would work on someone who is simply without a physical body and is in spirit form?  

Now, I realize that you could be dealing with a spirit that does not speak your language, but I have found that what I have done has always worked.

*and in saying that, if anyone attempts any of my suggestions, it is my utmost hope that it is just as effective for them too.

First off, before talking to a spirit, I like to burn Sage.  I like it because it is known for its effective purifying energies.  It is an herb that has been held sacred by Native American Indians for centuries because of its ability to remove negative spirits and impurities.

I prefer to use a bundle of Sage since it gives off a nice amount of smoke, and you want to sage your entire house, or the place you are hoping to remove the spirit from.  You can purchase incense that are scented with Sage, but I find that they are much too small.  They burn nicely too, but do not last all that long.  You also have to worry about the ash that falls off of the incense.  Whereas with a bundle of sage, you light it and get a nice billow of smoke going.  Depending on the size of the bundle of sage, it will burn for hours, which is more than enough time for you to walk through every room of your house.

Another good thing about the Sage bundle, you can carry the Sage bundle around by itself, or you can simply leave it in a fireproof bowl and carry that around room to room, allowing the smoke to billow throughout.

Before I begin saging, I will first call out to any possible spirits that may be present.  My conversation usually goes something like this, "Are there any spirits in this house?  Is there any one in this house that has been trying to communicate?  I want you to know that you are no longer alive, you are now in spirit form."  I will then say something like, "Perhaps you weren't aware that you have passed on and I am very sorry.  I am very sorry if you are scared and confused."    

If people residing in the house have been scared by what they believe is a ghost, I may say something like, "You may not realize it, but you have been scaring the people that now live in this house."  I will then inform the spirit that the people that are currently living in the house, or whoever the people are that now own the house would really like it and would very much appreciate it if they could please stop scaring them.  I will then ask the spirit to stop doing whatever it is that scares the current occupants of the house eg; slamming doors, moving things etc.

I will then sit down and pray, talking out loud.  I may pray the Our Father prayer and speak out loud and ask God to please send an angel or some loved ones to help the spirit find peace.  I ask for assistance for that spirit, for God to help that spirit go to wherever the spirit needs to go so that it can be at peace.

Next, I close my eyes and visualize a tremendously bright light, and envision the spirit going to the light.  I then speak to the spirit and ask them if they see the bright light that is associated with dying.  I ask them if they see that tunnel with the light at the end.  I then encourage them to go towards the light and remind them that their earthly time is finished and they have loved ones waiting for them in that light.  I tell them that our Creator is loving and compassionate and forgiving.  I tell them that they are loved.  I then ask God to have pity on that soul, and to forgive them of any wrongdoing that they believe they may have done in their life.  

I will then go and open all of the windows and doors.  With the burning Sage in hand, I walk from room to room and around in each room.  I simply allow the smoke from the burning Sage to billow throughout each room.  I focus and envision any and all negative energy leaving the house room by room.

Once I have walked through every single room in the house, I then go and close all of the windows and doors.  I then walk the house with the burning Sage again.  This time I focus on positive energy.  I envision a bright light filling up every room of the house.  I will often ask God/our Creator, to protect me and my home, as well as all of my loved ones that live in my home, and any loved ones that may enter into my home.  If it is someone else's home then I ask God to protect them and their home, including any and all of their loved ones living in the home, or anyone that may enter their home. 

Once I have walked through every room of the house and allowed the smoke from the Sage to billow throughout, I am finished.  I may sit and allow the Sage to continue to burn until it is finished and goes out.  I then take whatever is left and ensure it is no longer burning by pouring water over it.  I then take it and bury it somewhere on the property.  

And there you have it, that's all there is to it.  And as I stated earlier, I have done this numerous times not only for myself but for others as well, (and no, I have never charged a dime!).  When doing frequent Sage cleansing simply to cleanse my home of any negativity, I omit the part where I communicate with any spirits.

I have to say that I always find the energy in my home after a cleansing to be much more calmer.  When I have done other's homes, they too say that they notice a definite shift in the energy of their home, that it feels more calm and centred.  

As for any "ghostly" activity, I am then usually told that once I have cleansed the person's home, the activity stops, or is no longer threatening in any way.

Now, as I said, this little "ritual" has always worked for me, it may not work for everyone.  If you follow my example and try if for yourself but you find it does not work, or you truly believe you have something very malevolent in your home, or you feel threatened, I would highly recommend contacting someone that is a professional when it comes to this type of thing.  I would recommend either a priest or clergy from whatever church you belong to, or a professional paranormal investigator.

Copyright © 2013 A Haunted Life

~Dogs & Spirits~

The one thing that has always left me in awe and bewilderment and still does to this very day, is whenever my dog appears to be happy to see someone and greets them, yet there is no one there.  

Whenever someone arrives at our house, especially if it is my husband or I, or one of our children, our dog will stand up if she was laying down and appears very excited.  She immediately begins wagging her tail rapidly while looking at the person that has just come through the door or into the room.  She will also go over to where the person is standing and will sit down and look up at that person, all the while her tail is wagging like crazy.  

At times, if she is laying beside me on the couch and someone comes into the room, she will immediately begin wagging her tail as soon as she sees them, and while she may not get up, she continues to wag her tail and will look up at them as they approach her.  If the person pats her on her head or speaks to her, her tail wags even faster.  She will continue to sit beside me wagging her tail like crazy while looking up at whoever it is that just came into the room.

The odd thing is, I have seen her act this way numerous times, even though no one has come into the room, at least not that I can see.  However, I see that familiar wag of her tail and how she looks up at whoever it is she is greeting, yet no one is there.  

I have to admit that the first time she ever did that, her and I were home alone, and it actually creeped me out quite a bit.  Now I find that whenever she does this, I am no longer creeped out by it.  I find that I am left more in wonderment and awe at the thought of who it is she is seeing.

My dog has not only done this in front of me, but my children and my husband have seen her do it as well. Both of my daughters hate when it is late at night and they are up alone with the dog watching t.v and she does it, it creeps them out quite a bit.  Neither of my sons have ever been fazed by it, they'll simply smile, rub her head and say, "Who's here? Who do you see?"

Watching my dog's behaviour, I am convinced without a doubt that she definitely sees and senses spirits. She obviously sees what we do not.  Based on numerous stories I have read and hearing other people's accounts, I believe that all dogs can see and sense spirits. 

The dog that I previously owned, as well as the dog my parents had when I was much younger, would do the exact same thing.  There were times when they would appear happy to see someone. They would look up at something, wagging their tail ferociously, yet there was no one there.  

"Not every person knows how to love a dog, but every dog knows how to love a person."

~Anonymous~

Copyright © 2013 A Haunted Life

~An Angel In Scrubs~

Many years ago I was admitted into the hospital.  I had been experiencing very bad pain in my abdomen and the pain got so bad that I headed to the nearest hospital's emergency department.

Once at the hospital, various doctors assessed me, and every single one of them was stumped.  They could not figure out what was causing me such intense pain. They had ordered various blood tests, an ultrasound as well as an x-ray of my abdomen, yet still had no diagnosis.

After some discussion with his colleagues, one of the doctors suggested laproscopic surgery of my abdomen.

A laproscopic surgery is considered "minimally invasive" since only a few small incisions would need to be made in my abdomen.  Through the tiny incisions, the doctor would place various thin tubes into my abdomen, including a tube with a very tiny camera attached at the end.  The camera in that tube would allow the doctor to look inside my abdomen and hopefully help him discover the cause of all the pain I was having.

The surgery only took about an hour, and afterwards I was transferred straight to recovery.  Once I was considered stable, I was transferred to a hospital room.  As soon as I arrived in the room, my nurse walked in and introduced herself.  She seemed very nice.  She then proceeded to hang a small i.v bag onto my i.v pole and informed me that the doctor had ordered antibiotics for me to be given through my i.v.  I then told her that I was allergic to penicillin, I had an anaphylactic reaction to it many years ago.  My nurse smiled at me and said, "Don't worry, I know all about your allergy."  She then told me what medication the doctor had ordered and informed me that it was perfectly safe for me to have it.

I was exhausted from all of the pain medication I had been given, and I was beginning to have pain again. My nurse immediately gave me some pain medication through my i.v.  Within minutes it eased the pain and made me even more sleepy.  I then fell into a deep sleep.

A short time later I awoke.  My room was rather dark, with only a bit of light coming through the window, but it was enough light so that I could see in the room.  I looked to the wall at the foot of my hospital bed and saw the clock that was hanging on the wall.  It was almost midnight.

I then noticed a man dressed in white scrubs standing at the head of the bed right beside me .  I could see that he was doing something with my i.v.  I watched him for a few minutes and then asked him if everything was okay.  I then asked him if I was being given another medication.

The man looked at me and smiled and said, "Everything is just fine, I'm not giving you any medication, just trying to remove all of the air and blood that is in your i.v tubing."  He explained that my i.v medication had finished infusing and the other bag of i.v fluid should have began infusing but the bag was empty.  So, because of that, the blood in my veins began backing up and into the tubing.  As well, air had gotten into almost the entire length of my i.v tubing.

I then asked him where my other nurse was and asked him if he was my new nurse.  He smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'm here to take care of you.  You can think of me as your guardian angel."  I laughed and he smiled.

I began to think that it was a good idea he had come into my room when he did.  I was well aware that air in i.v tubing could be dangerous because air entering into your veins and into your circulation can cause an air embolus, which can be deadly.

I just layed there in my hospital bed and watched him continue to do what he was doing.  He finished removing all of the air in the tubing and had flushed all of the blood through my i.v tubing as well. He then hung a brand new i.v bag up for me and it began to infuse.

I was exhausted and could barely keep my eyes open.  When he was finished he said, "There, all done."  I smiled and thanked him.  He smiled back and said, "No problem, now you try and get some rest."

I immediately fell into a deep sleep again.  A short time later I awoke again and saw the man in the white scrubs again.  He was doing something with my i.v again.  I looked at the clock and saw that it was almost three o'clock in the morning.

I turned to the man and asked him what he was doing.  He then said, "Saving your life.  Someone hung up the wrong medication for you."  I immediately said, "What?"  He then held up the small i.v bag that was hung on my i.v pole and told me it was amoxicillin, the antibiotic I had a deadly reaction to many years ago.  I was mortified.

The man said, "Don't worry, the clamp on your i.v was shut so thankfully none of it infused."  He then removed the i.v bag as well as the i.v tubing.  He told me he was replacing the tubing just to be safe, in case any of the medication had gotten into the tubing of the i.v.

While watching him, I then saw him hang a new i.v bag with new tubing .  He then looked at me and smiled. I smiled back and thanked him.  While still smiling he said, "Don't worry, as long as I'm on the job I'll keep you safe."  He then left my room.

The next thing I knew, I fell back asleep again.  When I awoke again later, the sun was shining through the window in my hospital room.  I looked at the clock and saw that it was almost seven o'clock in the morning.

Just then, my nurse that I had met from the night before walked into my room.  She smiled and said good morning.  She asked me if I had a good night's sleep.  I told her that I had, and that I had been exhausted. She then informed me that every time she popped in to check on me through out the night I was sound asleep.

I told her that I was really grateful to the nurse that had come in to check on me through the night.  I then told her about my i.v running dry and how the nurse removed all the air and blood from the tubing.  I then told her about the medication error.

My nurse's eyes went huge.  She said, "What? No one informed me of any of that."  She then told me that she was aware the nurse that covered her on her break during the night hung up one of my i.v medications when it was due, but she told me that she had made no mention of the other incidents.

I noticed that she referred to the nurse as "she".  I said, "I don't think it was the same nurse, it was one of the other nurses.  The nurse I'm talking about was a man."

My nurse just looked at me and said, "A man?  That's impossible, all of the nurses we had working last night are females."

I then proceeded to tell her about what he looked like, describing him in detail, and I also told her that he was wearing white scrubs.  She just stared at me and then told me that they only had two male nurses that worked on their unit.  And neither of them fit the description of the man I saw and described to her.

My nurse informed me that she was going to talk to the other nurses that worked through the night, about everything I had just told her.  She then left my room to go talk to them.

As it turned out, the nurse that covered for her mixed up my i.v med with another patient.  She gave another patient my medication and gave me that patient's medication.  As for the male in the white scrubs, no one had a clue about who he could possibly have been.

Fearing that this "nurse" in the white scrubs may have simply been someone that came on to the unit, portraying himself as a nurse, all of the nurses asked each of their patients if they too had seen a male nurse in white scrubs pop in to check on them through the night.  Every single patient said, no, they had not seen anyone like that.  No other staff member had seen him either.

When the nurse manager informed me of all of that later that afternoon, I couldn't help but think, 'Great, they're going to think I hallucinated and imagined the entire thing, or they're going to think I am crazy.'  When I told the manager that, she smiled and said, "Not at all."

She then told me that she believes very strongly in that sort of thing.  She said that when she was a clinical nurse, she experienced many patients reporting everything from seeing angels to seeing their deceased relatives.


"These things I warmly wish for you
Someone to love, some work to do,
A bit o' sun, a bit o' cheer,
And a guardian angel always near. "

~An Irish Blessing~

Copyright © 2013 A Haunted Life

~Questionable Motives~

The Borden House, circa late 1800s

The Borden House, as it looks today.

Lizzie Borden

For those of you unfamiliar with the Borden House, it is a historic home that is situated in Massachusetts.  It was built in 1845.  The home was occupied by the Borden family which included Andrew Borden, his daughters Emma and Lizzie, and their step-mother Abby.  The girls biological mother passed away shortly after Lizzie was born which was on July 19th, 1860.

On August 4th, 1892, Andrew and Abby Borden were found murdered in their home.  Andrew Borden was found slumped on a couch in the downstairs sitting room, struck 10 or 11 times with a hatchet-like weapon. Abby Borden was found in the upstairs guest bedroom, her skull crushed by 19 blows.

Their daughter Lizzie was arrested and tried for the axe murders.  However, she was acquitted in 1893.  She died on June 1st, 1927.  The case has never been solved.

Being bought and sold numerous times, the home has had many owners through the years.  The current owners today run it as a bed-and-breakfast.  They also offer tours of the old home.  The home is decorated and furnished with antiques.  Most, if not all of the current furnishings and antique furniture in the house belonged to the Borden family, and are the same items that furnished the home during the time the murders took place.

There are numerous reports of the home being haunted.  Staff, as well as visitors have reported many odd experiences, and of seeing apparitions and hearing things.

While I understand the owners wanting to add hype to the home being haunted, which helps to draw in paying visitors.  I find it appalling that they would go as far as to display the photos of the murdered victims.

In the home, throughout the many rooms, there are photos of the crime scenes, including the victims.  There are various photos of Andrew Borden laying dead on the couch where he was murdered, and various photos of Abby Borden's dead body lying on the floor of the bedroom where she had been murdered.

I can't help but wonder if displaying those photos and visitors continually touring the home in hopes of experiencing something "ghostly", contribute to the spirits remaining earthbound, stuck at the scene of their murders. If they are in fact the spirits behind all of the supposed haunted happenings in the home.

With frequent visitors in the home continually calling out to Andrew and Abby Borden hoping to experience something "paranormal", could these visitors perhaps unknowingly be continually causing the spirits to return to the home?  Could it be possible that in doing so, they are preventing the souls of Andrew and Abby from moving on?

Copyright © 2013 A Haunted Life

~Let The Dead Rest~

When one reads about anything to do with ghosts and/or hauntings, you will find that many paranormal investigators believe that if a person dies suddenly, or if they die a violent death, the dead person's spirit is likely to hang around, not realizing that they are in fact dead.

Another belief is that when a murder or violent death occurs, the energy from that experience can hang around where the death occurred.  This is known as residual energy.  So, while there are no real spirits or ghosts present, people can pick up on the intense emotions that perhaps were imprinted there by the person before they died eg: fear, panic, anger. They may also be able to pick up or sense how the person died.

I find that when it comes to people investigating places that are possibly haunted, too much emphasis is placed on calling on the spirit that may be present.  You see this all the time on all of the latest reality ghost hunting/investigation shows. Yet, you never see anyone do anything to help that spirit to understand that it is indeed dead. You don't see any attempts to help that restless spirit cross over so that they can finally be at peace.

Many paranormal "experts" when carrying out an investigation, use varying tactics to lure a spirit into communicating with them.  One tactic that I find rather disturbing, is when they attempt to anger a spirit in hopes of it manifesting itself.

As a human being that feels compassion and empathy for others, I find that practice very disrespectful.  My thinking is that perhaps when a ghost hunter/paranormal investigator calls on a spirit or ghost, they may in fact be disturbing that spirit and preventing it even further from crossing over and being at peace.

And what happens when these "experts" believe that they have proof that a haunting is very likely taking place?  What do they do?  Nothing.  Nothing other than state, "Yes, this place is haunted."  Well that's wonderful and all, but how is that helping that lost soul that is doing all of the haunting?

Our society has made some tremendous advances in technology, and this is great news for people who like to study and investigate hauntings.  Paranormal investigators now have access to all sorts of technology and fancy gadgets that can help them try and determine whether a place is haunted or not.  However, I think more needs to be done to help the lost souls that are lingering around and haunting the living.  They deserve to be guided so that they can truly rest in peace.

* a follow-up to this post; 
http://fatheadandher.blogspot.ca/2013/09/helping-dead-cross-over.html



Copyright © 2013 A Haunted Life

~Spaceships And Symbols~

I have had this very odd "dream" or "encounter" a handful of times now. 

When this dream occurs, it is much different than my usual dreams. 

This dream appears very real, as if I am not simply dreaming it, but that I am actually experiencing it. 

Whenever I awake from these "dreams" or "encounters", my senses feel as though I truly did just experience it.  My vocabulary fails to find the appropriate words to accurately describe it, but that is truly the best way I can. 

Normally, just prior to the encounters with the man from these dreams, I find myself in a vast array of nothingness.  I am in complete and utter darkness.  Slowly the dark becomes much more brighter.  It is as though someone has pulled back some heavy drapes and allowed sunlight in.  Everything becomes very bright but hazy.  Slowly, things come into focus. 

Next, I find myself outside somewhere, amongst trees and open fields.  Some type of a spaceship or u.f.o suddenly appears.  I am not frightened at all.  The spaceship/u.f.o is not very big and it lands only within feet from me. 

A very tall, strongly built, broad shouldered man emerges from the craft.  He has dark hair and always wears a very high collared robe, or what appears to be a robe.  On his chest is a crest of some sort.  For some reason however, I can never remember his face.  He looks human, but I can never recall his facial features when I awake from these dreams/encounters.

The very first time I dreamt of him, I did not recognize him yet he was very familiar to me.  For some reason, I was very aware of the fact that he is highly respected, and I felt much admiration and respect for him.  I did not fear him at all.  I was also very aware that he is extremely knowledgeable and is some sort of a teacher.  He is very wise and very, very kind.

As he approaches me, I am happy to see him, and am overcome with immense peacefulness and love.  Whoever this "man" or "being" is, he radiates nothing but warmth, kindness and never-ending, unconditional love.  He also emanates compassion and understanding.

He and I always discuss things of a spiritual nature.  The first time I dreamt about him, or had my encounter with him, we not only discussed my faith and spirituality, but he asked me about my children too.  He asked if I was doing anything to help nurture and encourage their spirituality.  When I told him that yes, I had been, he was more than quite pleased to hear it.

During my first encounter with him, he sat down with me and discussed matters pertaining to energy and healing.  He then proceeded to show me a book that contained various symbols. 

My conscious mind was aware of the fact that I had never seen these symbols before, yet in another part of my mind I did recognize the symbols, and I knew exactly what they meant. 

The man in the dream shows these symbols to me often while teaching me about many things.  It all makes perfect sense to me at the time, but when I wake up, I have no clue what the symbols mean.  I also can not recall what it was he and I were discussing, yet the discussions are very long and very detailed.  Most times when I awake from these dreams/encounters, I am exhausted.

During these encounters with this man, he informs me of things that will come to pass.  At times he speaks of the things, at other times I am shown, like a movie playing out in front of me of what is to occur and/or come to pass.

During these encounters with him, I am well aware of the fact that I am not alone, that there are many others who are being taught by his "people".  As well, many of the others are having things revealed to them too. 

The encounter usually ends with him telling me how loved I am. He then steps back into the u.f.o or craft, or whatever it is he came in, and I find my self very sad that he must go.  I do not cry, but I am saddened because I will miss him.  I will miss him because I enjoy the talks he and I have, and I care greatly for him.

Everything tends to fade into a blur again at that point and I find myself laying in my bed wide awake. 

I have not dreamt of him or had encounters with him for many months now, possibly a year or more.




These symbols are very similar to the ones that get shown to me

While I have come across literature and stories of personal accounts from people that describe experiences similar to mine, I am still not completely sure of what to make of these dreams or encounters.



Copyright © 2013 A Haunted Life

~The Angel In The 4 x 4~

It was many, many years ago when I obtained my drivers license and when this experience occurred.

To better my driving skills, I took one of the most trusted and highly respected defensive driving courses here in my city.

I was a new driver, but I was a good driver.  While I still didn't have all that much experience behind the wheel yet, I had driven numerous times on main streets and roads.

The various streets and roads that I had been driving on were very busy with a lot of traffic and large intersections. I had not however, driven all that much on the highway yet.

The only time I had driven on the highway up until that point and time, was one time with my driving teacher/instructor from the driving course.  Which wasn't much experience though because I drove up the on-ramp, entered onto the highway, drove along on the highway for all of 5 minutes, made a lane change or two as instructed by teacher/instructor, and then exited off the highway as instructed.

The second time I drove on the highway, which again was for all of 5 minutes, was when I was being tested for my drivers license.  So, because I hadn't had all that much experience, I was a bit nervous about it.  I knew however that the only way to get more confident and get the experience, was to get out there and drive on the highway.

So, the day came when I decided that instead of taking side streets to get where I was going, I decided I would take the much faster route and take the highway.

It was early morning, and the morning rush hour had commenced.  As I headed onto the highway I was really nervous, more nervous than I had anticipated I would be.  I was trying to be a safe driver but felt a bit rattled by all of the speeding cars zipping past that were in a tremendous hurry to get wherever it was they needed to be.

There were many drivers who were zipping in and out of lanes without even signalling before making their lane changes.  I had only been driving along on the highway for a few moments and yet I had already been cut off by a handful of vehicles.

To make matters worse, there was a huge truck behind me that was pretty much tailing me.  He was following much too closely, despite the fact that I was doing as I had learned in my driving course, which was to "go with the flow", which meant I was driving about fifteen to twenty kilometres over the posted speed limit to keep up with everyone else.

I placed my foot gently on the brakes a few times so that my brake lights would come on and the truck behind me would get the hint and back off a bit.  But, he didn't.  He also had a few opportunities where he could have pulled out and gone around me but instead he chose to drive much too closely behind me.  I was getting more nervous by the second.  All I kept thinking is, "if I have to slam on my brakes, that guy is going to seriously slam into me."

I started to think that perhaps me driving on the highway wasn't such a great idea.  I had a rosary in my car, hanging from my rear view mirror.  I had a priest that I know very well bless it for me and pray that it serve as somewhat of a good luck charm and keep me safe at all times when in my car.

As my nerves were starting to get the worst of me I glanced at the rosary.  I then said out loud, "God, I am really scared.  Send me angel.  Please keep me safe.  Please."

A few seconds passed and I looked into my rear view mirror again to look at the truck that was tailing me. The truck however was gone.  In its place, driving close behind me, but not too close was a black 4 x 4.  I felt a flood of relief.  I continued to drive along feeling much calmer.

Shortly however, I began to notice that any time a car attempted to pull in front of the 4 x 4 driving behind me, the driver would speed their 4 x 4 up closer to my vehicle so that no vehicle could get in there.

I also noticed, and found it rather odd that the 4 x 4 behind me had a windshield that was so darkly tinted, you couldn't see into the vehicle at all.  While I wasn't completely sure if it was still in effect, I knew for certain that last I had heard, those types of darkly tinted windows were prohibited in the city here where I live.  So because of that, you don't see vehicles around here that are that darkly tinted.

I continued driving along, all the while that black 4 x 4 remained close behind.  After a few more moments of driving, I saw the exit where I needed to get off the highway.  I signalled and proceeded to drive towards the exit.  I looked into my rear view mirror and the 4 x 4 was still there  heading off the exit with me.  I was relived.  I had driven on the highway for a good 30 minutes or so, and I had made it almost to where I had to go, safely.

I let out a big sigh of relief, grateful to the driver of the 4 x 4 from keeping any vehicles from getting behind me and following too closely.  I looked into my rear view mirror again.  This time however, the 4 x 4 was gone.  I was surprised, I couldn't believe it.  Where the hell did it go?  The vehicle hadn't passed me, and there was nowhere along the road it could have gone.

There were no cut-offs or any exits off of this exit road that I had taken to get off the highway.  The only place the driver could have gone was either beside me in the lane next to me, or in front of me if he passed me. Yet the 4 x 4 was nowhere to be seen.

I suddenly wondered, could it be?  Is it possible that the 4 x 4 had been driven by a guardian angel?  I wanted to believe it since it was so odd, but then that rational part of my mind told me no way.  Yet it was all so odd, and I did pray for protection.

To this very day I still do not know what to believe.  But, given the experience and some of the oddities about it, I can't help but believe that perhaps it really was an angel sent to keep me safe, and I am very grateful.

I have not experienced anything like that while driving ever since.


Copyright © 2013 A Haunted Life

~Identical Encounters~

It is never easy when someone we love dies.  I believe it is even more difficult if that death is unexpected and sudden.

However, even when someone who is suffering from a terminal illness is given a time frame of how much longer they may have, it is still shocking and upsetting to their loved ones when their death does eventually come.

You can be given all the time in the world to prepare yourself for a loved one's death, and yet no length of time can prepare you at all for the actual moment that they pass away.

Many years ago, my uncle's best friend, who was more like family, was experiencing some health problems.  He had been seen numerous times by his family doctor, and was seen by various specialists.  These specialists, as well as his family doctor had ordered a series of various tests, numerous tests, and yet no one could figure out what the exact problem was.

It was heartbreaking and terribly shocking to say the very least, the morning his wife found him cold and without a pulse in their bed.  She immediately called for an ambulance, and then both her and her young daughter began performing C.P.R on him until the paramedics arrived.

The paramedics were able to get a pulse, but hours later, while in hospital his heart stopped again. A code was called and various doctors and members of the healthcare team worked on him, attempting to revive him.  Their efforts however were futile, his heart would not start, and he passed away.

It was only a couple of months if that, after his death that I had a dream about him.  I dreamt that I was standing in a vast open space.  There was nothing around me except a white hazy fog.  Everywhere I looked was thick, white fog.  Slowly the foggy haze began to fade away and everything around me began to slowly come into focus.

I could see that I was standing in what appeared to be an extremely large subway station or bus station/terminal or possible an airport? There were many, many people coming and going.  It reminded me of the type of crowd one would encounter while heading to work, or home during rush hour.

Off in the distance I saw him.  He was standing on a platform at the top of some stairs.  I got the impression that he was there helping people, directing them, informing people of where to go.  He was very busy.  He looked so healthy, so vibrant.  I could see also that he looked tremendously happy.

I approached him and as soon as he saw me he immediately smiled.  I smiled too.  It was wonderful to see him looking so healthy and vibrant.  I cried.  He laughed and told me, "Now hey, c'mon, don't be doing that." I couldn't help but laugh.

I began talking with him.  He and I talked about many things.  Among the many things he and I discussed, he told me that he felt sad for everyone and was terribly sorry that his death was so sudden and unexpected, but he explained that it was simply his time to go.  He informed me that he was still very much with everyone and watching over them.

The time seemed to pass far too quickly, and before I knew it, I could sense that it was time for me to go.  I said good-bye to him and he said good-bye to me.  At that moment, everything began to go out of focus. Everything faded and again I was standing in a thick white hazy fog.  I then had the sensation of falling.  I could feel the sensation of dropping in my stomach.

Suddenly it felt like I had landed on a soft surface.  I opened my eyes and discovered that I was laying in my bed.  I just layed there in my bed, wide awake for a bit, recalling the dream.  It was so real.  Everything about the dream felt as though I had truly just been there.

A couple of weeks later I was at my uncle's home.  We began talking about his friend that had recently passed away, the friend I had the dream about.  My uncle asked me if I had experienced seeing his deceased friend yet, or if he had contacted me at all.  I told my uncle "No, but I had a dream about him." My uncle's eyes widened and he said, "Really?  So did I.  What was your dream like?"

I relayed the dream to my uncle.  My uncle just stood there listening to me.  After I told him all about the dream he said, "Wow.  That's really weird."  I asked him, "Why?  What was your dream like?" My uncle then told me, "My dream was just like yours.  I was suddenly in what appeared to be a subway station or bus station or something, and like you said, it appeared he was there helping people, directing where they had to go.  He was standing on a platform at the top of some stairs.  He looked great, really healthy.  It all seemed so real, like I was really there.  It seemed like more than just a dream."

I just stared at my uncle and said, "Wow.  That is really weird."

He and I were both quite shocked and surprised that our dreams of seeing him would be so identical.  It made us both wonder if perhaps it wasn't just a dream.  Perhaps we really did somehow manage to meet up with him on the other side.


Copyright © 2013 A Haunted Life

~Breaking The Rules~

This is an odd experience that an uncle of mine had.  He relayed this experience to me shortly after it happened.  This particular incident occurred many years ago.

My uncle used to put his daughter to bed at night and lay with her while he read her a story at bedtime.  Many nights, out of sheer exhaustion he would fall asleep in her bed.

However, one night after falling asleep in her bed, he was suddenly awoken by someone nudging him and pushing on his chest as if they were trying to wake him up.

My uncle was so tired that he didn't open his eyes and began to fall back asleep.  A few seconds later he felt the nudging on his chest again.  He assumed it was his wife trying to wake him up and he thought in his head, "Okay, okay I'm getting up."  Suddenly he heard very clearly the voice of a great-uncle of ours say, "C'mon Art, let's go, you know it's against the rules, you're not supposed to talk to them."

Immediately my uncle opened his eyes only to discover that there was no one else in the room with him except for his young daughter who was fast asleep beside him.  He found the experience rather odd.  He got up and headed to his own bed where he fell fast asleep.

The following day he shared the experience with my grandma (his mom) who was living in his home at the time.  She told him that she too thought it was rather odd, but thought nothing more of it.

My uncle continued to think about the experience, and what didn't make sense to him was the fact that the voice of the great-uncle that he heard, belonged to an uncle that was still living.  Or at least so he thought.   And as for my grandpa (my uncle's dad), his name was Arthur but everyone called him Art, and he had passed previously, many years ago.

It was all of two days later that my grandma (my uncle's mom) was talking to a family relative over the phone when she was informed that the great-uncle, the one whose voice my uncle heard talking, had passed away only a few days ago.  So, that meant that the night my uncle heard his voice, he would have been deceased not alive as my uncle had believed.

Suddenly it made sense to my uncle.  He realized that he was obviously visited by his dad (my grandpa), that night.  And since our great-uncle was very close with my grandpa, and would have been deceased the night my uncle heard his voice, it made sense that he was with my grandpa.

With the urgency in which he was nudged and sort of shaken, my uncle couldn't help but wonder what it was his dad (my grandpa) may have been wanting to tell him.  He also wondered what our great-uncle meant by the comment "you know it's against the rules, you're not supposed to talk to them".

People talk about spiritual realms such as heaven being governed by Universal Laws.  Does one of these laws prohibit spirits from talking to, or communicating with loved ones?  Or was it not the communicating that is against the rules, but the information that my grandpa was trying to communicate to my uncle? Was it something my uncle wasn't supposed to know about or be told?

I guess we will never know.  All we can do is wonder about it.


Copyright © 2013 A Haunted Life

~Past Life Death~

As far back as I can remember, I have always felt an extremely strong affinity for the homes, the furnishings and the clothing from the 1700s to the late 1800s.  I don't know what it is, but I simply love everything from that time.

I can't explain it, but for some reason I am drawn to that period in time.  For me, my dream home would be living in an old historic home, complete with old antique furnishings.  It is evident in how I furnish and decorate my home that I love the look of old country primitive things and antiques.

I remember as a child, when I was only 7 or 8 years of age and I went with my class from school on a field trip to a local historical site within my city.  It was my very first time visiting there, and as soon as I stepped into one of the old historic homes, I can not explain it and it was odd, but I felt as though I was truly home.

Everything about those old homes spoke to me. The style, the furnishings, even the old musty smells. Everything just seemed so oddly familiar to me.

Along with the familiarity was an indescribable comfort.  I felt more at home in those old historic homes with all of the old antique and historical furnishings, than I did in the actual home I lived in. Weird I know, but it was truly how I felt.

As I got older and eventually learned all about reincarnation, I couldn't help but wonder if that was why I had always felt so drawn to that time period.

Had I lived a previous life during that time?  Was my previous life prior to this one during that time?  Was it an extremely happy life and that is why I am still so drawn to that time period?

While I can not remember or recall any memories or experiences from any previous lives, I can only wonder.  However, I am also left wondering if an experience I had was in fact my mind recalling a memory of a past life.  It was a few years ago that this occurred.

While laying in my bed trying to fall asleep, and staring at the ceiling, I noticed that my vision was becoming blurry.  I could no longer focus on any particular spot on the ceiling.  I continued to allow myself to relax.

As I continued to relax while keeping my eyes open, I noticed some odd blurry shapes around me, hovering over me.  My eyes slowly began to focus.  As things in my line of vision began to focus, I noticed that I was still laying in a bed but I was in a completely different bed and bedroom.  My vision was still a bit blurry, but I could see that there were people standing around my bed.

I looked to the foot of the bed I was laying in and saw a white, antique looking, wrought iron footboard.  I have always loved the look of the old wrought iron headboards and footboards, and as soon as I saw the one at the foot of my bed I realized that it looked familair, that I had seen it before but couldn't remember where.

While still looking towards the foot of my bed I noticed a small table against the wall.  On the table sat a bowl with a pitcher inside of it.  I noticed that there was a pretty floral pattern on the bowl and the pitcher, and I remember thinking, 'Hey I remember that!'  But where had I seen it?  Somehow I knew that it was a washstand and it was there that I would wash my face and hands at bed time.

I looked above the table, to the wall.  The wall was covered in floral wallpaper.  I thought it was very pretty and for some reason it looked familiar to me.  The room was so very familiar to me yet I couldn't remember where or when I had been in that room.

I felt like my sub-conscious was recalling something that my conscious mind was not aware of. Where the familiarity and memories were coming from I had no idea.

I then noticed that the room I was laying in wasn't very bright, there was only a slight glow in the room.  It was then that I noticed on the wall, just to the right of where I had been looking at the wallpaper on the wall, was a candle.  The candle was sitting in a wooden candle holder that was hung on the wall, and the candle was lit. The candle was the source of the soft glowing light in the room.

I couldn't shake the feeling that I had been in this room before, it was so oddly familiar but I could not recall when I had been there.  Was it someone's house I had once visited?  I continued to relax and let go of all of the chattering and thinking that was going on in my mind.

All of a sudden it was like someone flicked a switch, and I could remember.  The room I was laying in was my own!  I glanced to the people hovering around my bed.  It was as if from some place deep within my sub-conscious I recognized all of the people's faces, yet in my conscious mind I had no clue who any of them were.

Again I let go of the thoughts in my mind.  Somewhere from the sub-conscious part of my mind, memories that had been long forgotten were beginning to surface.  I knew that these people standing around my bed were my adult children and some of their spouses.

And I must point out, that while I do have children in this current lifetime, none of them are adults yet and therefore none of them are married.

There were four people standing to the left of my bed, and four people standing to my right.  There was also a small child sitting on the bed towards the foot of the bed on my right side.  I immediately recognized the child, and knew that she was my grandchild.  Obviously a weird thought since I do not have any granchildren in this lifetime, at least not yet anyway.

Everyone was crying softly.  There was someone on the left side of my bed holding my hand, and there was someone on the right side of my bed holding my hand.

Somewhere from deep within my sub-conscious I sensed that I knew that this moment was the recall of a memory.  It was something that I had experienced but for some reason had forgotten all about it.

I could not control this "dream" or whatever it was, I could only allow it to play out.  I was somehow recalling the feelings that I had experienced during this moment.  I stopped trying to control the moment and simply let it unfold.  I allowed myself to remember it.

I was suddenly aware of feeling extreme gratitude, grateful to have had all of these people in my life that were currently standing around my bed.  I felt that I had been blessed with a wonderful life and was sad to be leaving them behind, but I knew that they would all be fine.  It was my time to leave and carry on.  I knew that I was dying and it was my time to go, and I was quite content about it.

I tried to speak but was too weak and exhausted.  Just then someone that was standing to the right of me said, "Shh, you don't have to speak, just try and rest."  It was a female voice, and I knew it was one of my daughters from that lifetime.  I also knew that she was now my youngest daughter in my current lifetime.

I wanted so badly to speak.  I wanted so much to tell all of them how much I loved them.  I wanted to tell them not to cry.  I wanted to tell them that everything was okay and was going to be just fine.  I wanted them to know that they had no reason to cry for me, that I was going to be just fine, for I was going home to God. I wanted to take the hurt from them.  I did not want them burdened with any grief.  I also wanted them to know that we would all be together again one day.  Somehow though, I knew that they all knew just how much I loved them, for I had continually showed them love and was forever telling them how much I loved them.

While recalling this memory, the conscious part of my mind felt terribly sad that I had forgotten about these people that were so important to me.  And I wondered, other than my youngest daughter, if any of them were a part of my current life.

Just then I was aware of a bright light to the right of me.  I could see that no one in the room saw that light except me.  I turned my head towards the light and it was beautiful.  I was at peace and felt more than ready to leave my earthly life.

The light began pulling me towards it.  I could see my energy being pulled from my body towards the light.  It did not hurt but I was scared.  And no matter how hard I tried to fight it, the light continued to pull at my energy.  The sub-conscious part of my mind allowed myself to relax and to succumb to going into the light.

Suddenly in my conscious mind I panicked, I realized that I could not go into that light.  I was simply remembering a long forgotten memory and was not supposed to go into that light.  How I knew that I have no idea.  The conscious part of my mind screamed at me to open my eyes, but my eyes felt weak and heavy. Suddenly I felt like I was thrown down into my bed.  I opened my eyes and sat up.  I was sitting in my own bed, in my bedroom, the bed and bedroom from this current life.

I layed back down on my pillow and was in complete and utter awe over what I had just experienced. What the hell was that all about?  Had I really just remembered my moment of death from a previous life?  The experience felt like an actual memory, something that I had experienced but had completely forgotten about and had only just remembered for some reason.

It was so surreal.  I tucked this experience into my memory, where it sits filed away amongst my many other odd experiences.


Copyright © 2013 A Haunted Life

~Space Family~

It's odd how despite all of our current technologies and the tremendous strides humanity has taken in terms of our knowledge, you would think that someone would have figured out all of the complexities involving the human brain.

Yet, scientists still do not fully understand, nor do they really know what the reason or need for sleep is.  It has only been theorized by scientists as to why we need sleep. Yet one question remains.  If sleep truly is a requirement needed for the human body in order to "rest", why does the brain not rest? Why do our brains allow us to dream?  Why do we dream?  What is the purpose of dreams?

You can search anywhere, and you will find much literature written about astral-travel.  Apparently, when our bodies are asleep and at rest, we have the ability to travel outside of our human body.  Our spirit, our energy which is temporarily housed in our physical body, has the ability to leave our physical bodies and return again after travelling astrally.

It is also believed that we have the ability when in a dream-state to not only travel to other realms and dimensions, but we can interact with beings in these other realms and dimensions.

I strongly believe without a doubt, that we are not the only thing in existence in this tremendously vast universe of ours.  I am quite certain that other forms of life exist that we are not even aware of.  Do these other life forms resemble the likeness that comes to mind when someone thinks of an "alien"?  Are there other beings in existence that closely resemble us humans?

My reason for this post is not to discuss or debate whether or not any of this is true.  This information is simply what it is, and you can take it or leave it.  However, speaking from my own personal experiences, I believe that we can and do interact with spirits, other beings, when in a dream-state.  I also believe that astral-travel is possible.

As I have stated in many of my posts here on this blog, I have had many experiences of interacting with spirits while in a dream-state.  Due to my experiences, I can't help but wonder, if in fact these experiences I have had really were only a "dream", then how can I explain the accuracy of the information given to me during these encounters?  If I am only "dreaming", how then, am I able to gain knowledge of things I had no way of knowing?  Why is it that these encounters I have experienced are far more vivid and real than my usual dreams which are simply just that; dreams.

I have no answers to any of my questions.  Yet, these dreams I have that are so vivid and seem far too real to simply be chalked up to "just a dream", continue to occur.  And this is another one of my experiences.

During the time this experience occurred, I was in a very abusive marriage.  The continual arguing and day after day of insults and emotional abuse from my husband was truly taking a toll on me.  I was reaching my breaking point and felt like an animal that had been backed into a corner.  Yet, instead of fighting back, I was huddled and cowering in that corner.

I was deeply hurting and felt all alone.  I felt as though my spirit had truly been broken.  I most definitely could not even begin to believe that the darkness would lift.  When you are in such a dark, dark place, it is impossible to think positively.  There was no cloud with a silver lining, only complete and utter darkness everywhere I looked.

One night while laying in bed and feeling overwhelmed yet again, I began crying.  Emotionally I was spent.  I just cried and cried.

I remember turning my bed side light on and getting up off of my bed and taking my rosary out that I kept in one of my dresser drawers.  It is a rosary that had been passed on to me.  It had belonged to my great-grandma on my dad's side.

I held the rosary in my hand and just stared at it through my tears. Apparently my great-grandma would pray with that rosary every single day.  All of the beads are slightly worn from her holding it and rubbing the beads while praying.  Both the medal in the centre of the rosary as well as the crucifix are all worn down as well.

I just sat there wondering about any and all of the trials and tribulations she had to face and endure throughout her life.  I wondered if she had ever felt so sad, hurt and alone that she felt as though she was just about ready to give up.  Which was more or less how I was feeling.

I turned off my bedside light and layed down in my bed while still holding onto that rosary.  Feeling completely exhausted both emotionally and physically I began to fall asleep.

As I layed there with my eyes closed, images were beginning to come into focus, yet everything was hazy. Slowly my eyes began to focus.  I was standing next to a house, on what I believed was a driveway.  I did not recognize anything.  It was a house that I had never seen before.

Just in front of me stood three people or "beings".  I did not recognize them, nor did I think I had ever seen them before. Yet, as soon as I saw them I was extremely happy to see them.  There was a strong familiarity about them.  I knew them from somewhere, yet in my mind I couldn't remember where.

There were two men and one woman.  All three of them were wearing red robes with cords of rope tied around their waist.  There was some type of crest on the left side of the chest of the robes that they were wearing.

All three of them were very happy to see me.  The love that radiated from them was so intense that it was truly phenomenal.  I was in complete and utter awe over it.  I felt so incredibly humbled by it.  I immediately sensed and knew that their love for me was completely unconditional.

I knew immediately that despite my faults and all of the things I believed I had done wrong in my life, all of my screw ups, none of that mattered to them.  They completely, and truly, unconditionally, loved me.  They loved me with all of my faults, at a depth I have never felt before, yet recognized immediately.  It was so familiar, it was like truly being home.  I was so overcome by the intensity of the love that they felt for me that I began to cry.

All three of them smiled at me.  I could not only feel it, but could clearly see the warmth and the love they felt for me in their faces, especially in their eyes. They all said hello to me and began talking to me. They began telling me that I am not alone, that I have never been alone, not for even one moment of my life.

They told me that they have always been with me and always will be.  They told me that I will never ever be alone.  They informed me that they were aware of my current struggles and told me that they had been with me every step of the way, that they had never left my side, not even for a second.

I can not explain it, but I somehow immediately knew that I have known them for many, many years. Somehow I knew that they have been with me throughout many of my incarnations here on earth, and have been with me in the afterlife (heaven).   I don't know how, but I knew without a doubt that they have been with me throughout all of my struggles, helping me and guiding me. Yet why had I not known this?  Why had I forgotten about them?

Standing there with them I felt such a strong sense of familiarity that it really felt like I was home.  I felt so incredibly comforted, and could not believe the love I felt from them.  Nor could I believe all of the things coming into my mind that I was suddenly aware of and had known all along yet had somehow forgotten.

I felt a tremendous sense of gratitude and love towards these beings.  The kindness and compassion that they radiated was so strong.  It was all so surreal yet so incredibly familiar.  I began to realize, almost like I was remembering, that I had been missing them, missing them terribly.  It was odd to feel that, yet it made sense.

During my entire life, as far back as I can remember, I have always felt a deep yearning of missing someone. I could never understand it or explain it.  Yet I suddenly realized while standing in front of these beings that the sense of longing and missing someone that I had felt, was all due to memories that I had forgotten.

As soon as those thoughts entered my mind, I was told that I was correct. They informed me that my feelings were due to forgotten memories of my home.  Not my earthly home, but my home on the other side, which includes these beings, as well as many other dearly loved souls.

All of a sudden I was hit with an intense flood of memories.  It was like a tidal wave of memories washed over me.  The memories were so vivid, how could I have possibly forgotten any of it?  I was told that in order to prevent my spiritual growth from being inhibited in this lifetime, it was imperative and only just that I not have those memories during this incarnation on earth.  While I can not explain it, it all made perfect sense to me.  Everything they were saying resonated within me, deep within my soul.

I must note that the flood of memories I had, as strong as they were at the time, could not be recalled once I "awoke" from this "dream".  No matter how hard I tried to recall them, I couldn't.

I remember being told that there are meant to be trials and tribulations during my life, but I should never believe for even a brief moment that I am alone at any time during those difficult times.  Those three beings stressed the importance of me knowing that they are always with me, and I am always, always loved.

Again I felt an intense flood of emotion from these beings.  It was such an immense feeling of being loved, and I can not even begin to find the proper words to describe it.  Again I was so humbled by it and overcome by the intensity of it that I began to cry again.  With tears in their eyes, I was told to stay strong.

It was difficult not to weep while in the presence of these beings.  The sincerity and kindness, the compassion that emanated from them was incredible.

I suddenly had a sense that it was now time for me to go.  I did not want to leave.  I wanted to stay with them.  I was reminded however, that I still had much to learn and a lot of living to do yet.

The three beings told me again how much they loved me and told me that they would always be with me. Again they told me that they had been with me throughout my entire life.  Then, almost like a movie screen in front of me, I saw many moments throughout my life flash by.  They were showing me various moments in my life, and that they had been with me during each and every one.

I saw moments from when I was a baby and very ill.  I saw the time in which I was hit by a car.  I saw the moment I fell into a family member's back yard pool.  I saw many, many other moments too.  I saw many moments where I was not ill, nor had I been hurt physically but I was upset and hurting emotionally.  Every moment from my birth to right up to the present day flashed before me.  And they had always been there.

Afterward, I was astounded.  I could not believe how loved I was, faults and all.  And these people, these beings had always been with me.  I cried, ashamed for all the times that I felt small and so insignificant. These beings made me see and realize that I was very important and I played a significant part in this vast universe. We all do.

Everything began to slowly become blurry.  As it did, I heard them speaking, telling me that I am loved. Again, everything appeared hazy and a bit out of focus.  As things began to come into focus I realized that what I was looking at was my dresser.  I then realized that I was in my bedroom again, laying in my bed.  Still overwhelmed at the intense love I had felt from these beings, I began crying again.

As incredibly loved as I was by my family, I had never in my entire life, felt such an immense love like I had from these three beings.  It was so strong and so completely pure and unconditional.  I had truly never felt anything like it, ever.

I layed in my bed crying, not because I was sad, but because I was so humbled at the thought of these beings, loving me so much, so intently.  Despite my faults, they saw me as perfect.

I wrote about this dream in a dream journal that I was keeping at the time.  I also drew a picture of these three beings.  I tucked the experience into the back of my mind, never forgetting it.

It was a few years later that I came across a web-site and read someone's personal account of meeting two beings in a dream.  He described them as looking human and said that they were wearing red robes, tied with rope around their waist.  He also described in great detail the crest that was on the chest of the robes they were wearing.

I could not believe what I was reading!  This guy's experience was exactly like mine!  The only difference was the hair colour and hair styles of these beings.  It was apparent from his writings that these beings are like us in that they look different from one another just as we humans do.

He mentioned the immense love that emanated from the two beings he saw, and how it was so strong and intense that he was overwhelmed by it all.  He said that the beings had told him how loved he is and told him that they had been with him throughout his entire life.

During his encounter however, he was able to recall the fact that these beings are actually another life form that live within other dimensions and on various planets.  They are what we would call "aliens".

I couldn't believe what I was reading!

According to that person, these beings are basically our space family.  He referred to them as our space brothers and sisters.

Upon further investigation I have discovered that many other people from all over the world have had similar experiences involving these beings, just like the ones he and I encountered.

I have learned about many interesting web-sites regarding this topic, and have come across some very interesting literature. I have also read many more stories, personal accounts of other people that have also had encounters with these beings. I must admit that it was with great interest that I read other people's experiences.

It has been a very long, extremely interesting road up until this point in my life.  I have learned a lot. My mind and my thinking goes way outside and beyond the box.  My eyes and my mind have been opened to many things.  My thinking has changed drastically.  And while I am continually learning as I go along, I am finding that as I connect the dots, it all makes sense.  I am seeing the bigger picture.

I am convinced that this "space family" of ours truly exists, and that they are watching over each and every one of their loved ones.  They are in touch with people to let them know that we are not alone. Which I am certain is very important, especially during these very worrisome and turbulent times that we are currently living in.

We are all part of a higher Conciousness, and it is through that higher Conciousness that we are all connected. And it is not just human beings that are a part of this wonderous, vast universe, but there are other life forms, other beings that are also a part of this higher Conciousness, and we are all a part of the same Creator.


"The only thing that scares me more than space aliens is the idea that there aren't any space aliens.  We can't be the best that creation has to offer.  I pray we're not all there is.  If so, we're in big trouble."
~Ellen DeGeneres~

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