I'm sorry for your bereavement. Sibling death is hard.
This is my first post, but it only happened a couple of nights ago and seems apposite, so here goes ... I’m in my 40s and my partner 12 years older.
We’re grown up and don’t do petty (we like to think, in our oh-so-superior, adult way!). Only last Saturday night he did. Grrrr
So I'm feeling ignored and go to bed straight after dinner. We don’t live together (it’s date night, to compound his error!) and my very old cat
has dementia, so I rarely sleep at home, using nights at his as respite. Which means, I fall asleep very quickly. Meaning I wake at 7am. Bored, sad at
our row and a bit uncomfortable from going to bed straight after eating.
So, I decide to meditate, or my version of it, lying flat on my back, breathing properly....and I drift off into a lovely doze. When I awake I feel
very refreshed. I won't say I'm full awake alert, but I'm conscious enough to glance at clock, think, oh, ten past eight is MUCH more civilised, I
feel great, I should get into meditation more...
and just as I think that, I DISTINCTLY hear an older man's voice say in a very, very low voice (but not a whisper) 'we made it!' From my side of the
bed but towards the bottom.
He sounds a little triumphant, but not victorious. He has a lovely warm voice, no heavy accent, but a bit like my partner’s,...low in tone and
pitch, perhaps a touch of his region. It sounded like when you want to catch a train, say, and you think you'll miss it, then realise that you reached
the station with enough time to grab a plastic cup of coffee. Relief and a bit smug and lucky.
I'm still lying flat, and my eyes shoot open, I'm thinking...WTF?!
Immediately I think that, which is the split second after I hear this very clear message, a large someone PLONKS down on my bed, by my ankles.
It feels exactly like a larger man sat down with a little relief. I'm sure it's a man, as the sit-down is equal, no slight move from to side to side
like a woman might do to be comfy, and no gentle lowering to the bed to be delicate.
I shoot up but no one's there.
It was so clear, I wasn't extrapolating words from noise. It was a normal, comfortable silence, then, unexpected, his voice. I thought someone had
There was no noise that early on a Sunday morning in the partner’s cul de sac...as usual. We’re usually first up!
I've had audio hallucinations before, but always when ill or after a ‘smoke’ (when much younger and a music hack), but I’ve never heard words,
just aware of speech happening just out of clear distinction.
Haven't told partner yet. But it sounds exactly like his dead father. Whom I never met, but have heard on video and whom his five children adore.
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