Clairvoyancy and Other Ethereal Things

[gingerbird]

Hey peanut: Da Boss said we could start threads ourselves, so here is one where we can discuss ethereal happenings.

I think you would be interested in going to the clairvoyant, but you are wise to listen to yourself that it is not time yet. You will know when it is, then you can make the phone call. As I posted earlier, I don't feel you are ready to open yourself, your pain and hurt is too fresh. It might take as long as two years; that seems to be a "normal" time for people to start healing from deaths, break-ups, divorces, loss.

I strongly believe those who have passed are never "angry," so I can't believe that your mom is unhappy with how things are now. I'm thinking she is nearby, though, waiting for you or another relative to be open to her messages. And yes, I believe the restaurant certificate was a message. You have discounted it, like I could discount the number of times I have seen "917" on a digital clock. But it was a message from her all the same; you just are not open yet to receiving it as such.

A friend (the same one with the shaken baby) lost her dear friend to cancer. She was with her at the end, and was even a pall bearer in her funeral, they were so close. She connected then and still now with her through white birds ... one showed up the day she died, and they continued to reappear in different ways, in life and in art when least expected, as a message from her dead friend. It's way more involved than that, but that is the essence of the story: Those dear to us will communicate, but in subtle ways that we can accept and acknowledge or we can ignore and block out. That's all those who have passed can do.

It's been my experience with the dying that they all have a surge of energy before passing that is displayed in different ways, so your friend's experience is definitely not out out-of-line.

[peanut]

I agree with that (in terms of my friend's friend). When my Papa was dying he could see my Granny and was focusing on one point in the room and telling her he was coming. That was so sweet.

I have to pop down and feed my Dad and will be back shortly. I'll fill you in on the story I wanted to tell you. Hopefully you'll be still on but sure if not you'll read it next time you are.

Thanks again for your words of wisdom Ginger. It means alot as did Cindy's words. You're both wee stars!

[gingerbird]

Hey peanut. I'm thinking now to go read more "Frankenstein" in lieu of cleaning my kitchen or doing the billions of other chores I've been putting off (all year). For sure I will be back tomorrow if not later today ... I am always around cyberspace somewhere.

Wish I had some of your veg soup to eat while I read ...

[peanut]

By the way - Da boss is da bomb!!! haha

Hope you enjoy your book Ginger. I've never read any Dean Koontz. Stephen King and James Herbert are the only horror writers I've ever read (I think anyway).

So here's my strange story.

Some years back when I was living in London, my brother (the one who caused us trouble after Mom passed) lived not far from me. My brother had always been a strange man and when I first moved to London I contacted him against my sisters advice because I hadn't seen him for years and didn't feel right living in the same city without contacting him. My sister said he would only be after money which I thought was a bit harsh. He was down on his luck and whether it was his own doing or not really didn't matter so I got in touch and I did give him some money (not much as I was only starting out and was paid pretty crappy) but we stayed in touch for a while and then not really.

I lived in South East London and he lived in North West London so we didn't really see eachother much. His views on things kind of put me off being too close to him as he was always very forceful with his beliefs and people like that make me uncomfortable. He talks about strange things too and gets a wild look in his eyes that's off-putting.

Anyway, after two years I ended up moving into a house some friends shared in North West London and he was living about 10 mins away so I got back in touch with him. He was dating a woman and when I met them he seemed very changed. I really liked her. She was older than him and seemed very calm and very intelligent. I liked the effect she seemed to have had on him as he was so much calmer and 'normal' and was besotted with her.

She claimed to be a medium. My sister had met her also and agreed with me on how lovely she was and how good she was for brother and told me some stuff she had told her as a medium that seemed really spot on. We hung out lots and I was happy to reconnect with my bro and to get what seemed to be a perfect new big sister. He proposed to her infront of me and my mom and dad whilst they were visiting us which was so sweet.

Anyway, she told me some stuff that I can't remember now and probably meant something to me at the time but in hind-sight was a load of waffle but a good while after meeting her (I would have been living in the house about a year I guess) I got woken up at 6am by a big poster I had on my wall falling off. I thought nothing of this and fixed the blu tack on the poster and put it back up (it's not called blu-tack in the U.S or Canada but I can't remember what ye call it. It's that stuff that looks like putty that you use to hang posters so it won't damage the wall like sellotape or tacks would do).

The following morning at 6am the other large poster I had on the wall did the same thing waking me with a start. I found it odd that it being paper it would make such a racket but again thought nothing of it and put it back up again.

Then it happend the next morning again at 6am. I had put the posters up on the wall when I moved into the house and they had never fallen off until this. I thought perhaps there was damp in the wall maybe and I asked my friend who was in the adjoining room sharing the same wall as me if any of her posters had fallen off. She said she stuck her posters with blu tack when she first moved in two years before I did and they had stayed put all that time and hadn't fallen off once.

So it got me a bit freaked out to say the least. I had read in a book that posters or pictures falling off the wall could be a warning from a deceased loved one. Also around this time I started smelling my Granny's smell which I hadn't smelled in years and as I was going through a tough time at work I assumed it was Granny's way of comforting me.

The third or fourth time the posters fell off the wall I just left them.

Then one night I was in bed and my two housemates had gone home for the Summer. They were both teachers and one was from France and the other from Canada so they headed home leaving me on my own for 2 months. I was lying in bed one night listening to music when I felt a hand on my shoulder. It should have freaked me out but didn't. I felt comforted by it and thought that perhaps it was my Granny. The following night I felt it again.

Around this time my brothers girlfriend was calling me to say my brother was acting strange with her and that she thought he was getting ill again (he thinks he had ME before). I tried ringing him but he was very funny on the phone with me and then avoided my calls. His girlfriend came round to see me and while we were chatting she asked me if I had felt a hand on my shoulder the night before. This didn't surprise me that she knew, cuz I believed she was a medium. I told her that I thought it was my Granny and she seemed to get annoyed at me and told me it wasn't and that it was my Guardian Angel. So i asked her about my angel and she told me it was a man who was killed in a motor cycle accident a couple of years before. Now I am a believer in angels and spirits but my belief is that we have a guardian angel from we're born (or even before) and that they have never been earth bound. So this man would be a spirit not an angel and I only believe deceased loved-ones are around us as spirits not a total stranger.

I didn't say all this to her, I just told her that I really did think it was more likely my granny and she got quite pissy with me which was weird.

Anyway she called me the next day or so to tell me my brother had called off the engagement and she was in an awful state. I asked her round and let her stay the night we me in my bedroom. My brother wouldn't return my calls and I was very worried about him believing his ME had come back as I thought he was behaving very irrationally. She stayed the night with me and left the next day.

All the niggling feelings I had had about her over the course of the last few days or week came to a head over the coming two days when I caught her out in a couple of lies. It was really bizarre stuff so I finally allowed myself to accept that she was not all that she seemed and I stopped returning her calls. I finally got a hold of my brother and asked him what the story was. He said he had realised she was cheating on him with her lodger and that wasn't all. He had realised that she was dealing in the occult and summoning things and wasn't a medium at all. He hadn't thought I'd believe him so didn't bother telling me!

So about three days after I stopped returning her calls I awoke with a start at 6am again (I had put the posters back up on the wall a few days before) as the posters had fallen off again. I pulled myself to the bottom on my bed and sat there. To the right of where I was sitting on the bed (about a foot and a half away) was a radiator with a shelf about a foot above it. On the shelf I had a mirror and my make up and a couple of bits and pieces including a ceramic candle holder.

My dressing gown was on the floor at my feet and as I bent down to pick it up I felt something just whizz passed my head and crash into my bedroom door a good 10 or 12 feet away. It was the ceramic candle holder. I was so freaked out. I started praying straight away to God and Jesus (and anyone else for that matter!!!) for whatever was in my room to get the hell out!!! I think perhaps brother's girlfriend had maybe summoned something into my room the night she stayed over.

I have never left for work so quickly in my life!!! That night I didn't feel anything off about my room or the house and I put my posters back on the wall. They never fell off again from that day until the day I took them down 3 years later when I was packing up to move home.

Freaky stuff huh? I was wondering what you and Cindy make of all of that?

I'm assuming Granny was trying to warn me about what was coming (in relation to the posters). But the fact that girlfriend knew about the hand on my shoulder makes me wonder if she had something to do with that and I was only hoping or assuming it was Granny putting her hand on me.

Anyway, I felt so bad for my brother. And then bad for myself cuz he went back to the way he was - not that he had changed drastically in his behavour or anything whilst he was with her but there was an improvement. But yeh, she really tore his heart out. But thank God he found all that out before marrying her.

P.S: I wish I could send you some of my soup Ginger!! It's not bad, even if I do say so myself!

[Cindy]

So good to "see" we have a new thread..lol I know, I know, bad joke. :-P

[gingerbird]

Peanut, what a story. Thanks for writing it all out. I'm conflicted in my thoughts about it, though. First, I'm thinking it was your granny who was pulling the posters down, especially since you could smell her scent. Smelling someone's perfume or cologne when no one is there is a strong indicator of a spirit, so I firmly believe your granny was in the room. (A friend of mine got a message once from his late grandfather ... first he smelled his pipe tobacco, and this while he was totally alone in the country. He was very shaken by it.) But the girlfriend knowing about the hand on your shoulder? Unless you had already told her about the posters and a hand on the shoulder is a typical way of "connecting." The fact that you were mentally comforted by the hand and not freaked tells me it was a friendly, kind and gentle hand, like that of your grandmother. (Did you tell your brother about the hand, and he might have told the girlfriend?)

So this is what I conclude from what you have written: Your grandmother was there in the room for you, either to give you a message for your brother about the girlfriend OR to help you with your own problems as you say some things weren't that great for you. A poltergeist throws, moves, destroys things ... I'd guess that the girlfriend brought her own poltergeist with her, the man killed on the motorcycle, and he either was in the room or revisited your room after the breakup. It's my understanding that strong emotions can activate poltergeists, which is why they are often connected to teenagers. (A friend with troubled teens had her house windows open and close on their own.)

Anyway, confronting the "spirit" seems to calm them down or make them leave, which worked in this case. A friend who lived in a haunted house (long story there) finally sat up one night and spoke to the ghost (which he would actually see, as could his dog, which would put its fur up and growl at it) in a kind way; episodes stopped after that, and they all lived harmoniously from then on.

So my thoughts: Your grandmother was there, as was a poltergeist/spirit of the motorcycle man. The girlfriend might have had SOME connection to the spirit world, as I feel we all do, some more than others. Her telling you stuff that was waffle (one of my favorite foods!) could have been her trying to be more than she was or her getting bad messages or her just blowing smoke. I remember being absolutely POSITIVE a friend was having a girl baby, I had gotten such strong vibrations, I was CERTAIN. She had a boy. Well, none of us are perfect!

Peanut, what is ME?

The girlfriend sounds like she was a good influence on your brother for a while, anyway, and a good friend to you for a while, anyway, and you back to her. But, in life, nothing ever stays the same. Great story; thanks again for posting it. You are a grand writer, peanut!

To non-believers reading this: I'm really NOT a clairvoyant, I only play one on the Internet! Heh.

ETA: The girlfriend dabbing in the occult does open a lot of other theories, though. To make it simple, your grandmother foresaw what she was doing/going to do, wanted to warn you so you could warn the brother. The angry motorcycle poltergeist came along for the ride through the occultist girlfriend. I know I've made it simpler than it probably really was. But that's how I see it from what I know!

[gingerbird]

Okay, now this board is freaking me out, with the promo at the top saying I can get my psychic reading for only one dollar! I swear, this cyberspace stuff is smarter than all of us.

[Cindy]

LOL Ginger..I know ! I saw that too as soon as the thread was open...too funny!

[peanut]

That's funny about the ad, I didn't realise it until ye mentioned it. Perhaps those ad companies just 'know' (haha) when a thread or website is set up with 'clairvoyant' in the title!! Spooky indeed!

Ginger here is a link about ME (used to be known as Yuppie's Disease).

www.meassociation.org.uk/component/option,com_frontpage/Itemid,130/

It's a British website (it's the first one that came up). Interestingly enough my bro started feeling sick in England but could get no diagnosis. He came over here to Ireland for a while because of how he was feeling and went to my mom's doctor who told him it sounded like ME but she didn't know much about it other than the fact that over in the UK the Government had told doctors not to diagnose it. There was a big thing over there about it. My bro never went to another doc about it so we're not really sure it's what he has but he decided to go along with that. I just always took him on his word for it - it seems like a hard thing to diagnose. That was a few years before I lived in London.

Glad you liked my 'scary' story!! haha. It's something I rarely ever think of anymore, strangely. But then again it was about 10 years ago. What's cool is that on and off over the years since my Granny died (when I was 7) I would smell her scent. I never even thought anything of it. I used to assume I was smelling a 'memory' and found comfort in it. It was only actually around the time I moved to North London or just before that I was reading a book that told how our deceased loved ones can let us know they're there by allowing us to smell a scent we associate with them. I was thrilled! And then when I thought about it I realised it's not actually possible to 'smell' a memory anyway!! Yes, I'm slow!!!

Strangely enough, I think the 'girlfriend' incident was the last time I actually smelled Granny. I still believe she's with me though. I think because of the fact that I at times smelled her is what makes me a little despondant as to why I haven't smelled mom. But like I said, I am aware that I'm a bit blocked. Plus it hasn't really been too long since she died.

And in relation to the hand on my shoulder - I hadn't told my brother as he wasn't returning my calls at the time nor was he in contact with her. I think I only told my friend at work and she had no contact with my bro or his girlfriend. Infact I didn't tell my bro about the incident for a long time cuz I didn't wanna add more crap to the stuff he was going through after their break-up.

I had assumed that the girlfriend 'conjured' something in my room - maybe she knew I was getting a bit suspicious of her or called on something after I stopped returning her calls.

Either way, it was a freaky thing. I think that (and smelling Granny) is the only time I've ever had a supernatural experience. There have been times years ago when a song I haven't heard in years will pop into my head (and not even a song of any particular significance) and when I turned on the radio it would start playing. That used to happen sometimes years ago.

[gingerbird]

I'm putting this here because, 1. This thread has been pretty quiet; and 2. It is kinda ethereal.

I opened a kitchen cabinet today to get something, and out fell a tiny bottle of Tabasco, a mini one I've had for ages that came in a gift basket. It's been in that cupboard forever, never moving. Today it fell right out and landed on the counter next to my hand. Nelra? Are you listening?

(So I opened it up and put it in a tomato juice I was drinking. Yum. Heh.)

[Cindy]

LOL Ginger. Coincidence ? I think not. See, I didn't know you wanted a Sucre Saturday for the pic thread...clearly, my skills don't include reading your thoughts...

Things have been quiet on that front for me. Grandpa is quiet but interestingly, my Mom DID just find a potential new procedure for her throat which she plans to discuss with the specialist. So, it looks like maybe <I> didn't need to solve the problem. I need only have sent her in a positive direction and with that, it is all quiet on the spirit front.

[peanut]

That's great about your Mom finding a new procedure Cindy! I'd say your positive direction helped for sure! Hope all goes well with her visit to the specialist.

Ginger, how cool is that about the tabasco? haha. That was definitely a message sent to you for Nelra!! haha.

I was half expecting you to say you opened it and put it in the Bloody Mary you were drinking!!! haha

[gingerbird]

Gah, peanut, where is my head? I had the tomato juice already in the glass and even have celery. I guess I sorta had a Virgin Mary, minus the celery.

Cindy, the "ethereal" works in mysterious ways! You just have to learn to read the signs. I'm glad your mom is making some progress and taking some action. Good news all around!

[Cindy]

Peanut: Thought you might like to know that I saw my Grandmother for only the second time about 2 weeks ago.

I was having a convo with a new neighbour and she reasched over and touched me and I just knew it was her. It was strange--at first I couldn't figure out if the neighbour was her or if she just "borrowed' the neighbour's body for that split second to touch me or what happened. The neighbour left to go inside the apartment, but my grandma is standing there very "glowy" She had a very mellow energy and was radiating warm/happiness/colour. I asked her if she was here for Lisa (her daughter that was waiting for a biopsy-she shook her head no. I asked what she was doing here (again) she didn't say anything just smiled at me and disappeared.

2 days later--my uncle had a seizure and they found a brain tumour--I believe she came down here because of that--concern for her other daughter. I believe she knows that these 2 are in for a fight and wanted to show up as a support system.

My OTHER aunt's biopsy came back "inconclusive" but I fully expect when they remove the mass they will see it's not cancer as my grandmother indicated she wasn't here for her--I think either my uncle has cancer or she believes my aunt needs her to look out for her (They've already told my uncle no working/driving for a yr because of the seizures so my aunt is already struggling to cope)

It will be interesting to see if she keeps "popping" in. LOL

Anyway, I hadn't had an "experience" in awhile and thought I would say something about it.

[peanut]

Hey Cindy, thanks for posting your story! How lovely. So sorry about your uncle having a brain tumour. How is he doing? And I really hope your Aunt will be OK too but as you say your Grandmother must know that it's your uncle and his wife that needs her more as it seems her other daughter will be OK.

It must have been lovely to see her and feel her touch if only for a few seconds. Thanks for sharing!

Well it's strange because I too had an 'experience' the night before last so was thrilled to see yours on here.

It was Friday night and after my Dad went to bed I sat up downstairs listening to my MP3 Player. I was thinking a lot about my mom which of course I do alot anyway. I was planning on going to her grave early Saturday morning to tidy it up and put fresh plants and flowers on it. I was feeling bad as it's been weeks since I was down and wanted to tidy it up.

Anyway while I was thinking of her I just broke down and started crying really hard. I don't think I've cried like that since she died. I of course cried for her and occasionally I cry quietly but never cried a good heart-wrenching cry (if you know what I mean). I just cried and cried and couldn't stop.

My Dad had gotten up to go to the bathroom and saw that a light was still on downstairs. He was gonna leave it but thought he'd come down incase I'd fallen asleep or something. So God love him when he walked into the sitting room he finds me bawling my eyes out. I just ran to him like a wee girl and hugged him and he was asking me what happened and if I was OK and I couldn't stop crying. Eventually I was able to tell him that I had been thinking of Mom and missed her so much. He consoled me by telling me that mom was in a better place and I was like a little kid and saying "I know that! That's the problem! I want her here with me" and he was saying how she is here with me and I was saying that that was a fat lot of good to me when I want her to hug me!! I knew I was being like a little kid but I couldn't help it and as, because of Dad's condition, I tend to always be in carer mode for him I felt a little bit bad that I was putting it on him but then I realised it was good for him to get to be a father and say and do the things a father should. You get so used to being like a parent to him that I'm sure it was good for him for me to need him.

Anyway, I calmed down and while i was still crying i was alot more composed and we headed off to bed. I got into bed still kinda crying and thinking of mom and talking to her and then suddenly my bed side light started flickering. Just a bit at first and I thought nothing of it, then it went off completely and back on real quick and then it went off again for a bit longer and I was thinking "Aw great! The light-bulbs gone on me!" Then it came right back on again and I suddenly realised it must be mom letting me know she's there. So I said "Mom?" and the light didn't go off again. I felt she was there with me and it was lovely.

Yesterday morning myself and my sister headed down to her grave to tidy it. It was a horrible wet yucky day but as soon as we got out of the car it stopped raining and didn't start again until we left the cemetary. We thanked Mom for that. She's not gonna want two of her daughters catching pneumonia for the sake of her! haha

Anyway, that was my experience.

I forgot to tell you about another one I had on my birthday. Mom and I had visited St. Bridgets Shrine not far from where we live, two years before. I wanted to go somewhere on my birthday where I'd feel close to mom. We had had a great day the day we visited it. We got lost trying to find it and it had turned into a mini adventure for us. Was a lot of fun!

I went on my own and there was no one there which was great. I went around to the different places we'd stopped to admire or chat about and at one part, a little fountain and stream, I started to talking to mom and wishing i could 'feel' her. The wind picked up and these little flower things started blowing all around me. It was beautiful. I looked up and they were coming from the trees. They swirled around me for ages. I was hoping it was mom.

Then i went to the shrine where there was a statue of Our Lady and I had a little cry and told mom i wished she could hug me. The wind picked up again and the way it blew into and around me, it did feel like a hug. I can't be sure of course but I like to think it was mom.