11 Reader Responses

1. J. Puma Says:
   September 15th, 2005 at 11:54 am

   i’ve had dreams about my mother & grandfather all the time since they died. it’s not usually for any particular reason, tho’; i just dream about them pretty frequently.

   oh, here’s an old dream i had that wasn’t especially a visitaton, but it’s interesting in context. i had it a week after my cuban grandmother died. i was at the memorial service with all of my cuban relatives, mostly little old ladies, at her house in florida. my grandmother was already passed on, and was resting on a bed hooked up to a computer monitor. on the monitor screen, the guests could read my grandmother’s thoughts while she made the transition from this world to the next. i looked at the screen, and to my horror, saw the following messages: “who’s there?” to which i responded with my name, of course. “i am dead, and i am hungry, you bastard! i need your flesh! i am in hell! i am in hellllll!” this from my frail cuban grandmother, extremely catholic, of course freaked me out profoundly. my cuban relatives, however, thought that this was perfectly normal and tried to reassure me; they were even taking print-outs of my grandmother’s continuing expletives and cries for help as souveniers!

2. Tim Boucher Says:
   September 15th, 2005 at 12:06 pm

   wow! that’s totally nuts!

3. N.M Says:
   September 15th, 2005 at 12:38 pm

   If it weren`t for this story I wouldn`t be at this site today…

   My grandfather was a wise man who didn`t talk much. My mom knew about the connection that we had as my grand-father said that I was an old soul.

   At the time of this story I was the age of 4, my grandfather passed away just a few days prior. A few days later, I spooked my mom by telling her that grand-pa was showing around where he was, and that I saw all sorts of things.

   My family all having their own medium strengths were not suprised about this because he made visitations to all of them in their own right. My mom believed that I was too young at this time to experience these things. So she asked him to stop and try to wipe my slate clean of these acts. As what happened…

   Slowly as I grew older and spoke to my parents about my abilities of visualisation etc… my parents re-introduced me to that story, but gave no details.

   In the last year or so as I completed my understanding of enlightenment which I believe will culminate into full personal control at the age of 33, I asked my mom if I gave any details of the experience with my grand-father.

   She said that she remebered that I spoke of Shamans and vast plains of dimensional conciousness, for what that is worth…

   I guess that explains enough, but just to conclude that to this day, my grand-father is my guiding spirit and he also left me the gift of stopping blood.

   Strange as it may seem, I have had the experience of succesfully doing this at certain moments when I injuried myself badly enough to bleed. All I have to do is think about him and the flow suddenly stops as if a gash was just a paper cut.

   Many more stories, but I guess that could be for another time…

4. Tim Boucher Says:
   September 15th, 2005 at 12:46 pm

   Wow, also amazing. I love hearing these stories, which we all hold onto, but which so many people seem to have, and to really want to share.

5. Eurydice Says:
   September 15th, 2005 at 11:11 pm

   I’ve definitely been there. My grandfather died some seven years ago or so, right after my granparents’ 50th aniversary. Shortly after he died, my grandmother said that she’d heard his voice calling her name from the kitchen when she was in the other room. There was, of course, no one there. (Grandpa died of an apparent heart attack; Grandma came home to find him sitting in a chair at the kitchen table, with a glass of ice in his hand, where he’d died.) I’ve had a number of dreams concerning him since, usually about the two of us sitting and talking in his shop in front of the wood stove, him wearing the wooden Dutch shoes that he always wore in the shop both to keep his feet warm and to protect his feet in case he dropped anything. I own said shoes now, incidentally. I can never remember what the conversation was specifically about when I wake up. Grandma also says that she still talks to him, and that he answers her. I have no idea as to what they talk about, but I’d assume it’s interesting.

6. Pop Occulture » Jesus In Your Backyard Says:
   September 15th, 2005 at 11:32 pm

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7. pat Says:
   September 16th, 2005 at 1:02 am

   Hey before i start i just wanted to say i love this site, im glad theres someone out there whos willing to look into they so called “crap” that people always dismiss.
   So anyway talking about visions from the dead , in the past 2 years ive lost many loved ones in my life at a time that was a very difficult. I was about 16 years old when my pet dog a black lab who had been around since my first memories died at 18. It was a strange occurence for me because the dog had been sick for a long time and it was almost as if the pet had been dead a long time ago. I cant really remember if i had dreams of the dog after or not but later that year i lost my uncle who i was very close to. But as with the dog he had been sick and incapasitated for almost a year. It caused me intense pain that i hid from myself that i could not talk to him like i used to because he was so crippled by his ailments that he could not talk or move. He died in febuary and i remember a dream later about week after his death where i was in a huge ballroom like club or something similar to a place where you would have a wedding reception and my unlce came down the stairs in a brown suit and gave me a big hug that felt so good and warm and made me feel so comforted that he was ok after i hadnt been able to talk to him in so long. later that year i lost a pet cat that also had been with me as long as i can remember. This cat was very fond of me and often followed me around and slept almost every night snuggled up on my shoulder in the pit of my arm. Again sometime later after the cat and periodically till this day i have dreams some of them borderline fantasy and others seem to be like warm comforting memories. One was me and the cat in a jungle going on an adventure somewhere and we traveled like companions. The other was the cat snuggled up next to me as we napped mid day. almost coinciding with the loss of my cat i lost my grandfather suddenly. This dream was by far the oddest because it occured in what appeared to me what my grandparents old house looked like and as i walked through the house which was crowded with people people suddenly i looked over in a sheltered corner and there was my grandfather with large widened white glaring eyes and he said in a low wispy voice ‘boo’. I woke up in fright after that dream but felt as if the whole thing had been done as a trick or a joke and my grandfather was a bit of a jokester but still i was frightened, the last of the loses occured with the loss of my grandmother about 6 months later and this dream i came to my grandparents old house again but this time it was just a couple people in the kitchen and my grandmother was young again and i gace her and not much happened. About 6 months after the death of my grandmother or recently i had a particulary painful dream of my grandma and grandpa in a old house similar to there own and my grandma was sick again and my grandfather toiled around the house stressed out and i gave her a hug as she sat in bed and wept. So some of these dreams have been good and some just sad. Ive also had many dreams about being trapped in a room like a funeral home with a dead body in a coffin. And slowly the body begins to rise from the coffin and i usually wake in terror. sorry if the post is long but im really interested in this because i have many dreams that invovle death so ill try to keep in touch - pat

8. channel null Says:
   September 16th, 2005 at 2:02 am

   I’ve never got the dead relatives, althought once after a massive dose of Booze and Pills I was fairly certain I saw a white light, my dead dog, and an old man. Then I heard a voice: “…wake up. We’re going to get breakfast.” Not exactly religious, but the dead dog thing surprised me.

   A few months ago I have a dream where I spoke, at length and quite lucidly, with a dead friend; both he and I were dressed in white, theurgist’s robes. I remember distinctly him stating things were good, but not to ask, even if I wanted to, what happened after death. I got stubborn and did, and he smiled and faded away. I tend to lean towards the interpretation that I was not actually visited by a dead friend, but it was just a self-made entity. In any case, I felt incredibly uplifted upon waking and for the next day or so, in the “peak experience” state for hours on end; usually it lasts for minutes. It resembled, really, a “soul retrival”, like I had found a part I didn’t know I had lost.

9. Tim Boucher Says:
   September 16th, 2005 at 2:08 am

   I tend to lean towards the interpretation that I was not actually visited by a dead friend, but it was just a self-made entity.

   I understand I suppose, but why think that? What’s the benefit of that assumption over an actual bona fide visit from your friend?

10. Janice Says:
    September 16th, 2005 at 2:41 am

    I was visited by my grandmother the night she died, two years ago. While I slept, I saw her standing next to my bed. She was holding a metal bucket with both hands. Then she suddenly said “This is the Holy Spirit” and she poured the contents of the bucket right over me! It was neon green slimy cold stuff! I felt a physical sensation as though this stuff was really going into my body and I started to gasp for air and woke up. I have never figured out why the holy spirit would be green and cold.

11. channel null Says:
    September 16th, 2005 at 3:41 am

    I also assume the old man, and the dead dalmation, and most of the other entities I’ve encountered beyond and between the walls of sleep were manufactured in my brain.

    The benefit of that assumption… I don’t know. My current attitude thinks that ghosts going out of their way to talk to me tells me that such thinking is ego-attachment, not reality. Perhaps that way of thinking is too harsh, too focused on deprogramming, and too anti/self-centered. I’ve also never been dead, and all the drug-induced “death” experiences I’ve had, I recently came to suspect were birth experiences–Grof and others suggest that light at the end of the “tunnel” is in fact light at the end of the vaginal canal. Sounds workable to me: one I experienced, or, at least, I’ve seen footage and photographs of children being born and if was ever an infant, I likely went through the same thing. About dying I cannot say the same–every time I’ve tried to use something like drugs and/or sensory deprivation to recaptiulate pre-conception–where I’d assume the previous life would end and this one begin–I run into a wall.

    I will say that meditating on some form of death, for me, before sleeping leads to unusal results dreaming.