I believe my Dad hangs around me. (died in '91) I had more than a few experiences since he has died. I was "his" child and my sister was
"mom's" if you know what I mean. Parents always say they don't have favorites, but I guess mine did.
After he died, I moved home with Mom for a short while. My light next to my bed used to come on(it was a brass touch lamp) in the middle of the
night. One night someone knocked LOUDLY on my bedroom door. No one was there and I could hear Mom sleeping. That house was always a little weird. It
was never a very happy house either. We had it built when we moved to town, but it has a bad energy to it. My husband believes it to be because it was
a little below street level.
When my twins were born, my son was not alive. It was a highly traumatic birth. He was a bizarrely aware infant. He actually creeped me out when he
would stare at me. It was never like my daughter who had the focus of a baby, he looked THROUGH you. Almost INTO you.
I knew during my pregnancy, which was a hard pregnancy that the second baby was going to have a cord accident if I didn't have a C section. I told
the OB that many times. He of course looked at me like I was a loon. The whole pregnancy it was planned I was going to have a section. My blood
pressure shot through the roof at 35 weeks gestation and I was blind in the middle of my eyes. I was asked if I had eaten that day and I said yes.
Had I not been such a pig, I would have had my C section at that point. They admitted me and were going to do a section in the morning
Mornng came and my water broke. I was talked into a trial of labor not only by my OB, but my Mom. At that point, I was so tired and worn out I would
have agreed to anything.
Exactly as I predicted, second baby had a cord accident. As they were reviving him, I also knew he was going to be OK. That it was the way it was
supposed to be and he was not going to die or be terribly disabled. There was peace in my heart. Same certainty that I had about the cord
So, back to my original story of my father visiting me. I have always gotten that prickly feeling of being watched, but I Think everyone does. Once,
when the kids were about 9-10m old, I was giving them their last snack of whatever cereal before bed. It was dark, and probably 6-7pm. Hubby was
still at work. I walked by the stairs and out of the corner of my eye was a MAN on the landing! I screamed, through what was in my hands in the air
and looked at the landing. Nothing. I chastized myself for being silly and went on. I did it again 5min later.
Another time, it was summer and dusk. The kids were probably 16 or so months old. I was in the bonus room on the computer and the kids were in their
cribs. I then, heard a male voice talking in their room. I couldn't hear the words, but I could hear the bass of a male voice speaking. I sat for a
bit, screwing up the courage to check on my kids. It didn't feel ugly, I was just scared what I might see! I checked on them, and nothing in there.
Checked the closets and the bathroom. Nothing.
When my son was about 3 years old, he picked up a picture of my Mom and Dad and asked who my Dad was. I told him it was his Grandfather. He quickly
answered me back "No it is not, he is my friend, he talks to me".
Whenever things go missing, my husband always says "Ok Dad, put the stuff back so we can find it!" Kinda joking, kinda serious
I went and visited a well known, well respected psychic. His waiting list is about 3-5 years long. I got a phone call(I know someone close to him)
to come in and see him. He confirmed my Dad was to the left of me. He said my aura was very large, jagged and white with orange/red accents. Said
my purpose in life was to be a healer. That I should pursue that. Now, I do not believe I am psychic, but I do think sometimes I can feel certain
things. I am usually right about when someone is pregnant, before they know it, or what sex the baby will be. I don't know the future, can't read
minds ect;. I am good at feeling if it is decent person though.
So, that is my long story of weirdness in my life