Stories and Experiences

My Mom

I grew up believing I could talk to spirits but after being teased for my weight and having very few friends, I put my beliefs in the back of my head for a long time. I didn't need one more thing for people to laugh at me about. I believe in dream interpretation and I believe in spirits. Sometimes it can be hard to separate the two. This story is a combination of both. My girlfriend and I used to be truck drivers and we drove as a team so the truck moved 24-7. I had sleep apnea and I was using a machine to make sure I didn't stop breathing in my sleep. She was driving and I was sleeping one night with the machine plugged in. Suddenly I saw my mom (she had passed about 6 months earlier)but I saw her as clearly as if she were standing right in front of me. I saw myself sleeping like I was looking down from above. She knew how much I hate talking on the telephone but she kept telling me "you need to answer the phone". I told her "I'm very tired and I don't want to talk on the phone so leave me alone." She kept pushing and pushing until she was shouting at me. She also knew how much I hated that. Finally she said, "It's not time for you to go yet. You have to get up!" I was finally so angry with her, that I woke up with a start. When I woke up I was gasping for air because the machine had come unplugged and the mask was cutting off my air. I firmly believe my mom visited me that night and I also believe if she hadn't come to me, I would've died in my sleep. That could just be my interpretation of a dream, but I don't think so. I know my mom saved my life and this was what brought me back to my belief in talking to spirits, and that they are always here when we need them. We only have to call. Just because they pass does not mean they have left us. I am more "sensitive" now than ever and I encourage everyone to get in touch with their psychic abilities and don't pay attention to what anybody else thinks.

I used to work as a housekeeper at a local hospital/nursing home. I was cleaning one night, all alone and in my own world, or so I thought. I reached to clean a ceiling vent and felt a touch on my shoulder. I wasn't surprised because the office manager sometimes came in at night and she'd touch my shoulder to let me know she was there. On this particular night, I looked around and saw just the silhouette of a woman and a white gloved hand on my shoulder. As soon as I glimpsed her, she was gone. I continued working and didn't think it bothered me until a co-worker came up behind me and I let out a scream and started crying. Obviously, I was more affected than I realized. I had heard many spirits speak before and I can't count the number of "shadow people" I've seen, but this was the first time I had ever been touched. When I told my co-worker why I had screamed, I kept calling the woman "Gloria". He asked me, "Who's Gloria?". I said, "I have no idea". I didn't know anyone named Gloria. The hospital had a very old history and the white glove made me think perhaps she was a nurse who had worked there many years ago. I researched the history of the hospital but I was never able to find out who Gloria might be. I've left my job there but I continue to search for anyone who can tell me who she was.

My neighbors lost their son a while back and there was some question if it was an accident. Over the next few months, my sister and I both had visions and felt him "calling" us. Almost a year later the cause of death was still undetermined. My sister came to visit from Florida and together we visited the site where he was killed. He had fallen from the side of a railroad trestle into the creek below. My sister and I are of native american descent and as we walked down the tracks and across the trestle a beautiful hawk flew in circles above us, letting us know we were in the right place. There were two landings off the side of the trestle, stretching out over the water. As we stepped out onto the second one, we both looked down and saw him lying on the stones below where he had died. It was too windy to do the traditional "smudging" so we offered the herbs by releasing the dust into the wind. We were surprised when the dust, despite the wind, drifted straight down to the spot where his body had been found. I could hear the young man and the friend he had been with, laughing as they had that night. We both saw them horseplaying on the landing and he suddenly tripped and fell. He hadn't been pushed as it had been feared. We said a prayer and at once I felt him lightly touch my shoulder and I heard him say, as clearly as if he were standing next to me, "Tell Dad I'm ok and he doesn't have to worry anymore." Then he was gone and I laughed and cried all at once. I told my sister what had happened and she said, "Wow, that was like a page right out of the "Ghost Whisperer". We both laughed and went home. We shared the experience with his parents and I believe, or at least I hope it brought them some relief. The feeling I had when he spoke to me was like electricity, which is what I always feel when speaking to the spirits (or listening)especially when it's someone who is close to me. My sister and I shared this feeling. Is it the charge from our shared abilities or from the spirits we're in contact with? I don't know, I just know it's real and it's unbelievable at the same time.