The Light

In 1996, one of my best friends was murdered in a Las Vegas casino where she worked. A man that had previously worked there stabbed her seven times. The news shocked me. I had planned to visit her there for the following month. The day before she was murdered, I received a card in the mail from her.

One night a few weeks after her death, I was lying in bed thinking about her. I was wondering how she was, where she was, and if she suffered during her attack. I started to dose off when I had a very "real" vision. It was as if she had put me in her place during the attack. I could feel myself lying on the floor. I felt a great pressure in my chest while lying on the floor. It was as if someone was sitting on my chest - I couldn't breathe. I could see someone standing over me. Everything was hazy. Then I felt myself lifting up. I could see through the haziness my body lying limp on the floor. Then I saw the "light at the end of the tunnel." It was a very bright, distant light. I could feel myself being drawn into it. Then, as I got very close, a bright sapphire blue beam opened from the center of the light. I could feel the presence of my friend behind me. Then she floated over my shoulder in a beautiful flowing white gown and said, "That is when I became part of The Light." Then she disappeared into The Light that was in front of me.

I woke up immediately and felt the tears running down my face. That's when I knew that she was in a much better place. I knew that she didn't suffer as she left this world and entered the next. I am very grateful that she decided to show me that death is nothing to fear and that it should be embraced when the time comes.

Business Owner's Spirit:

Throughout my life I have experienced various aspects of the paranormal, increasingly on a spiritual level. Last year I felt strongly impressed to buy a computer and get on the Internet. I bought the computer through a familiar large stationary store in the nearby area. The salesman delivering it set it up, started me off and got me on line.

This took a month, during which I had a visitor from the Spirit World - an elderly man I didn't know. He was dressed in outdoor clothes, of slight stature, and stood twisting a cap in his hands. I felt compelled to ask the computer salesman on his next visit if this might have anything to do with him and he said yes. It seems that the elderly owner of a stationary store had just passed away and his son, now running it, was very upset. The salesman mentioned this to the old man's son. The son accepted the description of his father who had always worn a cap. This clinched it for me as to whom the elderly gentleman was and why he was at my house.

Dreams That Come True

I have experienced, since 1962, through dreams several important messages from friends and family that have died. The first time it happened was when my Uncle Virgil had been killed in a car accident while driving from a Navy Base on a snowy night. He and I had been very close since I was born and through this time. He was only about 11 years older than me.

Because of circumstances beyond my control, I was not allowed to go to his funeral (he was buried in South Carolina- we lived in Tennessee). Sometime later, I woke up from a dream of my Uncle Virgil telling me he was okay. As a child of only 10, I was somewhat shaken up but not really scared. I didn't tell anyone what I had dreamed. About 2 years ago, my Aunt Aretha (his sister and my real Dad's sister) and I were talking about him and I related my dream to her. She proceeded to burst into tears, fuss at me for not telling her sooner, but then thanked me because she had been concerned all these years as whether he was in Heaven or not.

A few years later when I was 13, a friend of mine, Kenny, was killed in a freak accident Halloween night (and no, I'm not superstitious). A few weeks after he died, I woke up from a dream of him to let his family know that he was okay and was in Heaven (his father was a Church of Christ preacher). I saw his brother, Doug, the next day at my dad's dairy bar where I worked, and related the dream to him. He hugged me and thanked me and told me this was the sign his parents had been looking for to ease their torment that he had not been saved and would not see them in Heaven. Those were singular visits.

My mother died of cancer in 1993. Now living in Florida, I returned to Tennessee by plane a few hours after my stepfather "Dad" had called when she first died. First, when I switched flights in Atlanta, I was walking to the back of the plane when my name was called. It was my mom and dad's best friends, Carol and Saul, who had unexplainedly decided to cut their vacation in North Carolina short and change their flight plans. Strange how things happen.

The first night there I was sleeping in their bed (since my mother's conditioned had worsened, my dad had been sleeping in the guest room because he couldn't stand sleeping without her). The next morning my step-father claimed he had seen her shadow walking across in front of the second story bedroom window. He wasn't frightened, just shaken. The only message I had of my mother's going to Heaven was while I was cleaning up from my second job and suddenly started singing different gospel hymns that I realized were God's message to me that she was saved (prior to her death she had reverted to the childhood stage - there's so much more I could tell about this time but won't).

Anyway, only recently have I started dreaming about my mother, I guess since I had a previous message prior to her death, it wasn't needed. In my dreams she's just a known presence with no message, just as if she's visiting but with no real purpose, but there is never any speech between us or from her.

In August 1997, my Aunt Aretha's husband, my Uncle Genie (they're like a 2nd set of parents to me), died about 3 hours after I arrived at the hospital (I had driven from Florida to Tennessee that day and went straight to the hospital). They have 2 sons who are older than me but had always considered like their daughter. For 2-3 days my uncle had survived with blood pressures of 60/40 or a variance close to those numbers. My cousins and aunt and their families felt he was refusing to die until I was with him and the "family" complete.

After the funeral, while at my aunt's house, family members were starting to leave, and as we're a very spiritual and musical family, we sang a few gospel songs that turned into a couple of hours song celebration of life and life after death. When my aunt and I watched the video one of the teenagers filmed, during two of the songs, bright blue-white lights shot from the chandelier to the floor. As many other songs had been recorded from the same position, these must have been special to my uncle and we feel he was letting his presence be known to the family, even though we didn't see it until we played the tape. In the last few months I have had dream visits from him where he gives me great big hugs and just smiles at me. I've let my aunt know.

This seems rather lengthy, but there are some things that have happened to me over the past few months, that makes me wonder if I have a guardian angel staying with me. In the morning especially, I hate to get up in the morning from my nice, cozy bed, but with a job and a teenager to get to school or wherever, I have a tendency to oversleep. For the past few months, I will hear a "puffed" whisper of "Mom" in my right ear or feather light "puffed" kisses against the right corner of my mouth. This happens sometime even when I'm napping. I'm never afraid or concerned. Also, on occasion, I have items on top of my dresser mirror that have been moved or have had one specific item fall off the top to the carpet without breaking and no other items have been moved.

Grandmother Bridget

My Grandmother Bridget passed away in November of 1995. She had nine children, 34 grandchildren and 4 Great Grandchildren. On the night she died, none of the Grandchildren knew.

It was late at night 2:00 A.M., when she visited her Grandson Randy and told him she was all right (She had passed away at 1:00 A.M.). As her son Eddie was making his way from Boston to Maine, he saw a shooting star (The exact moment of her death), Her son David saw the same star as he headed home to New Hampshire . . . he then turned around and headed back to the hospital in Boston.

I was living in California, had just arrived from Boston 3 weeks previously, and at the exact moment of her death, my heart fell, and I had this empty feeling in the pit of my stomach. All the lights on the porches of her other children blinked on and off for several seconds. She left us in a joyous way. The same way she lived. None of her family ever left her presence without kissing her good-bye. She let us all know it was OK.

Several years later she came to me in a dream, She only had a second grade education and no drivers license, but I found myself in the passenger seat of a car in which my Grandmother was driving. I asked her when she learned to, "Not only do I drive a car now but I have my Associates Degree and I'm going for my Bachelors Degree."