Something recently happened and I think it should be posted on this site. I was food shopping recently and was checking out when police were bringing out a man who tried to steal a lady's handbag. I walked out the door with my shopping cart, going to my car, as I was looking at the police wagon. There were police standing in front of the wagon. I reached my car, opened the trunk and proceeded to load my groceries in the trunk. As I was wheeling my cart back to it's rack I was still trying to see the man the police brought out, there was a crowd. I saw my recently deceased Son, he had the same shirt & pants on as when he died. He stood a little away from the crowd, just looking at me. It seems that when he knew I saw him he walked behind the police wagon. I walked back to see where he went. I looked & looked but he was gone. Has anyone ever experienced anything like this? Lots of Hugs, Bernadette
Bernadette, what an amazing story. I have never experienced anything like that though. I'm glad you got to see your son. Hope it did not upset you.
Sue: It is amazing and I was only upset because he left and I could not see him again. I've had another vision also where a man I did not know came to my house. Believe me that as I stared at this man I took note of his face and drew a picture of what I saw. This man was also true to life, not a person you could see through (true to life features also). Lots of Hugs, Bernadette
Thank you for sharing this story with us, Bernadette. I appreciate this very much. I just lost someone and it is good to know that we go one - nice to have evidence.
Sorry for your loss Bernadette and Angelica. No never experienced that myself but I am glad you did Bernadette.
On the 15th of this month (10 days before Christmas) I lost my Beloved Son, Pulmonary Embolism (clot from his leg went to his lung) I found him in his room. He was an avid walker, 3 hrs a day, full time job, it will be one year. We both had premonitions.....he knew, I knew. Lots of Hugs, Bernadette
In one of Elizabeth Kubler Ross's books, she discusses premoinitions that children have about their own deaths. It is fascinating to read.
I'm so sorry you lost your son, Bernadette. The death of a child is the hardest thing there is.
Hugs to you,.
Angelica, do you happen to know the name of Ms. Ross's book about premonitions? Lots of Hugs, Bernadette
On Children and Death, and On Death and Dying, are two of the books that deal with premonitions. In sections about children, she also does a little art project to see what a child's prognosis will be. It's about dividing a piece of art paper into 4 sections by folding. What you tell the child to put in each section (which is very general, and you never tell them why they're doing this) - and what they choose to put in those sections, reveals the outcome of their diseasse, she says.
I did this exercise with a terminally ill child some years ago. What she put into the box about her future was birds flying off the page. It really shocked me. The answer came thropugh so stongly. In the box where she was supposed to describe herself, she cut out a photo of a giant rock coming out of the ocean. Nothing was around it. It stood alone. That, I think, is the isolation of the terminally ill, who feel that they are not quite in this world among the living anymore.
Here's the E. K. Ross page on amazon. They're letting us surf through the first chapter of her books now.
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Oh, Bernadette, what an experience. It may seem perplexing as there is no big finale or what feels like something akin to a question. I believe that the energy was a sign of connection and future. What love and energy can accomplish is wonderful. Thanx for letting me know of your blessing.
Angelica, I'm getting her books they sound wonderful. I already read part of one of them on the web site you provided. I liked where she compared dying to a butterfly leaving it's cacoon. Lots of Hugs, Bernadette
Nancy, Yes, you got it right. It's like sending me some kind of signal. Like, "I see you Mom." Lots of Hugs, Bernadette