Gardenlover
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Every once in a while - I smell my dad's pipe.
My mom died in a nursing home at age 91. She was very infirm and unconsious for the last few days. On the day she died I was seated beside her. She was in an easy chair that had been reclined back. She could breathe easier that way. She had no muscle tone. All at once she bolted straight up and with eyes wide open she stared up the at ceiling. She held that position for at least a very long minute. I told her, "Go with them Momma, your parents and loved ones have come to take you home." She crumpled back into the chair and her breathing stopped. She was pronounced dead.I certainly hope there is an afterlife and that my mom and dad will be there to greet me. Working years in a nursing home I saw many people die and sadly I didn't see any indication that they were greeted by loved ones.
That doesn't stop me from hoping though. Many times I have such vivid dreams of them and when they call my name it's so real that I wake up and answer them.
My mom would tell me that my grandma had vivid dreams of her loved ones during the last years of her life. Could it be that they are preparing the way? I hope so.
Sunny, does this mean you are really not a unicorn? I'm disappointed . . . .
I had this conversation with my son recently, who is an RN in the ER and ICU departments of two different hospitals.
He's seen several end-of-life experiences and has no explanation for it.
Dreams, visions or something else entirely? A topic I'm sure we won't all agree on, but interesting to discuss.
I would rather live my life for God not knowing than go about my life as I see fit and end up in hell. I will take my chances on God.I hope they do! Both my Mom and Dad looked so happy and peaceful when they took their last breaths, as did most of the dying people I was with while in the medical field. No one has any proof, just a lot of theories, as to what they are seeing at the end. Someday we will find out for ourselves I guess. I’ll try and post one last message on here from beyond, if I can, and let you all know. But for now, I want to believe it
. When I was like 18 or 19 my Dad and I were talking. I asked him “what if we are living our life all good and wonderful like so we can get to heaven and at the end find out there is no God?” He looked at me and said, “would you live your life any differently knowing that ahead of time?” Had to actually think about that for awhile. Would I? I hope not.
I had to explain to my husband he was dead in a dream. He wanted to know why I couldn't stay with him. I saw him briefly while waking up a day after he died. He looked really good.
That's the difference between third and forth dimensional souls that are incarnated at this time. The forth dimension ones know of and can partake from time to time of the higher dimension. The veil is getting thinner. Think there will be a big graduation party!I personally feel many people seem to have an awareness of another dimension that others cannot feel or experience. It just is there in our being for some of us, and I'm thankful for that. It very much brings peace and comfort in life, especially as we get older.
There isn't much else to say about it.
And because many people can't experience what others do, they brush it off as nonsense. And it will have to stay that way.
Ooooooh! I love hearing stories like this! Makes me more of a believerThis reminded me of when my grandson was 4yrs old. He said 2 men with the same name , one was short and one was tall would walk around his house all day. He said one wore cowboy boots and the other had a deck of cards in his hands. It was strange because my Dad's name and my sister's husband were named Frank. My Dad played cards all the time and my sister's husband always wore cowboy boots. My grandson never saw them when they were alive. They had passed away 5yrs before he was born. He also said a little girl named Colleen was always flying around the house. We found out later that a little girl named Colleen had died in a fire many years before in the house where he was living.
So reminds me of several years ago, a good friend's husband was dying - in hospice at their home in Florida. She would call me and say "Stan has a question he wants to ask you"...I'd say fine and then he would ask "why am I still here." He was ready to go and would fall asleep, wake up and still be there. I told him it was because his physical body, mind and soul needed to be aligned. That was happening. He had said goodbye to the grandkids and other friends so I guessed it wouldn't be long.This reminded me of when my grandson was 4yrs old. He said 2 men with the same name , one was short and one was tall would walk around his house all day. He said one wore cowboy boots and the other had a deck of cards in his hands. It was strange because my Dad's name and my sister's husband were named Frank. My Dad played cards all the time and my sister's husband always wore cowboy boots. My grandson never saw them when they were alive. They had passed away 5yrs before he was born. He also said a little girl named Colleen was always flying around the house. We found out later that a little girl named Colleen had died in a fire many years before in the house where he was living.
Mankind has been dying for centuries IMO there would billions dead relatives. Out of those billions, how do dead people find dead relatives?Don't tell me our loved ones don't meet us on the other side. Have had too many experiences to to not realize that fact.
A cosmic quantum computer - at least that's how it is in the novel I'm writing.Mankind has been dying for centuries IMO there would billions dead relatives. Out of those billions, how do dead people find dead relatives?
Don't assume the other side is like this mundane 3 dimensional plane. It is a higher dimension. So to try to compare who and what we are now with the same limited logic is a major understanding flaw. We are souls that have bodies, not bodies that have souls. Call it a work in progress...lol.Mankind has been dying for centuries IMO there would billions dead relatives. Out of those billions, how do dead people find dead relatives?