knowing you are going to die.

dont know if this is the correct forum if not mods may move. Anyway im shure you guys have heard of people knowing it was there time to go. Well i just relized something. My great grandma died 5 years ago, And i remember that night my great grandma called her daughter my grandma and asked her to spend the night. This was incredibly rare. They had a bad relationship when she was a child and teen her mother had problems. In adult hood i guess they used to go to the casino and things. Anyway im giving you that info for what happend next she asked her to come over. For the night because she was going to die. My grandma dident believe this she had already survived so much. That night she got extremly sick and the ambulance took her to the hospital. Doctor said her organs where shutting down. I belive she was in her 80,s anyway she knew that she was going to die. I wonder how often this occurs and what you guys think of it. Also her only son lived in the same area and her other daughters not to far just giving a bit more of background

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my grandfather passed the same way 2 years ago..He told my grandmother that he was going to die,next day his organs began to shut down and he passed..I guess people just know when their bodies cant take anymore..

From what I know from my 52 yrs. It is not unheard of at all. However pretty damn rare at the same time. There are conditions that death occurs not to mention a lot of other factors that first have to make the intuition possible.
Then the intuition of death has to made. I would imagine that knowing you were going to die would be a pretty scary thing to realise. Maybe not so much at that age. Nothing can replace family. If you follow what I'm saying, I hope this helps you out.

I'm sure people who have been sick for a long time can tell when their time is up. If you're used to your body feeling one way or another... and all of a sudden something changes, it can be safe to assume that death is coming. Usually people who are dying, after experiencing years of slowly suffering through a painful sickness, suddenly feel a sensation of relief when the end is near. Even if they don't know exactly why they are feeling different, they can at least register the feeling and realize that something is happening.

Obviously, I don't know this to be the case, since I've never experienced death myself, but I can say it's a pretty accurate assumption based on case studies I've read about.

And it's not only the people who are dying who can tell when their time is drawing near... often times the people and animals around them can also tell. There's that story about the cat who wanders the hall of a nursing home and comforts the patients right before they die. The cat is so accurate that even the staff will now begin to prepare for the patients death if they see the cat hanging around a patient.
I have a few personal stories involving humans knowing when they are about to die and animals being able to tell also, but my point has already been made. xP

Animals usually know, they retreat to a cave or a quiet bush, and they just fall asleep and die.

That being said, animals astral being is more separate from the body, so when they know that they are going to die, they can disconnect far more easily than humans can.

My great-uncle decided when he was going to die, counted down to it, and after years of being invalided declined quickly 2 days before and died on the day he said he would. Of natural causes.

I agree with another poster - it's rare, but it does happen.

Here's my version. A few years ago my grandmother was on her deathbed dying of emphysema. Hospice tried to make her more comfortable, but we all knew she was in agonizing pain. Since she didn't have much time left all the immediate family got together to help make her passing easier. The place was packed. It was a strange somber but bustling atmosphere. My grandfather couldn't stand it and did his best to bury himself in distractions. After a couple of days of waiting around, doing what we could, the inevitable came. She could no longer breathe. Everyone was in tears.

My grandfather distraught, both legs amputated due to a life of smoking, rolled his wheelchair outside. Fumbling with a cigarette as he kept hitting the button to call the mechanical lift, the platform slowly eked up, creaking and banging with each jolt of the motor. He pushed himself on to the grating and closed the safety bar. The next instant the whole thing came crashing down. Everyone ran outside to find him in a puddle of his own blood. In a panic my aunt ran in to call an ambulance. Those of us who stayed outside tried to suture the wound, but the blood just soaked through the cloth. Lucky for us, not a minute later, we heard the sirens blazing around the corner. The gurney rattled out and he was quickly secured in the ambulance. A few of us even hopped in the back despite the paramedics insisting we couldn't.

At the hospital the paramedics rushed him through a maze of rooms. Once the paperwork was signed the nurses checked him over and determined that the gash wasn't that bad. "He'll be fine." It didn't matter that we kept trying to explain to them that he'd just watched his wife die. They gave him a low priority. As we waited for a doctor, my grandfather kept looking around the room wild-eyed repeatedly saying, "Kids I'm dying!" All we could do was try to calm him, "The nurse says you're going to be fine, you just need to relax, the doctor will be here soon." Not ten minutes later he was dead. The doctor couldn't explain it.

It wasn't due to blood loss. He didn't have any internal injuries. It wasn't a stroke or heart-attack or any other prosaic reason. They literally had no explanation. As you can imagine the shock and trauma of losing both of them on the same day was too much. Days later trying to think it all through, the only thing we could come up with was that he willed himself out of existence. How? That's anyone's guess.

Really, I should have been dead a half dozen times. 25 years HIV and not dead yet. Truly, I'm beginning to believe we pass on to alternate realities. No way should I be alive.

Pretty sure that we live on and on.

I think more people know when they're going to die than we give credit for - especially since they can't report it so of course.

When I was 13 a 'grandmotherly' lady came over for a visit and I was asked to keep an eye on her while my parents went over to another town. While gone about their business this gentle woman started to talk 'crazy' telling me she really still just loathed her sister and to make sure 'that woman' never got her marriage bed going on to explain the particulars of it’s mahogany wood and handcrafted beauty thus being a piece her sister had lusted after - right along with her husband - for all her life. The woman also went through a mental list ticking off who should get what when it came to her clothes, items, etc but no matter what I had to promise her sister would never get that bed!

Listening in absolute awe I helped her make the nights desert responding appropriately to her demands and instruction for the things she was ‘leaving behind’ and her secret to blackberry cobbler. The cobbler in the oven and her instructions finished the lady asked to lay down. Of course you can I answered and when she asked for an aspirin I made sure to question if it could hurt her, of course it couldn't she replied and took the aspirin and went to lay on the couch.

The next part is horrific in my mind still to this day. A storm raging outside I sat reading at the table for a few moments and heard a 'strange sound' from the living room. Turning the corner there she was blue-black in the face, her tongue protruding between cockeyed dentures and thick and bluer than if she'd already eaten the cobbler still bubbling away in the oven. Her hands were claw like and cringing in the air and the sounds she made? Indescribable.

I ran across the street to the ambulance bay (convenient that) and was back in a flash watching as the ripped her dentures out and stuck them on the mantle, stabbed her with a HUGE NEEDLE and started drawing off the blackest blood I had ever seen.

She died of course. My parents and the coroner were ‘held up’ for hours stuck on the other side of the floating bridge due to the storm. A police officer stayed with me and the 'body' - covered by a green knitted afghan.

The house filled with the smell of blackberry cobbler, death and when the dinger went off on the over timer both the cop and I jumped a foot in the air. He looked ashamed and I couldn’t understand why. Feeling bad I offered him a piece of the pie watching as he ate it, but couldn’t even lift a fork to my mouth the black juices running from the cobbler the same color as the blood they pulled from the old ladies chest.

True story that.

Point is? She knew.

I tried to tell the lady who showed up later for the dead woman’s purse and dentures what the old woman insisted on telling me before she died but no one would believe me. She did get an awful queer look in her eye when I told her about making sure ‘that woman’ didn't get the marriage bed though.

I bet it was she.

My mom told everyone from High School on she wouldn't make it to 40.
She died as a result of a boating accident 3 weeks before 40.
Her friends all talked about this at the funeral.

The man I have been seeing insists he will die at 65.
I tell him, no. He insists.

How do they know? I don't know - about me, my death that is. I don't see an age.
This leads me to believe there must be some kind of loose expiration date for me and I think this must mean I will live a long life. Other times I will be crushed with fear because I am not done yet.

Then I have feelings that something extradinary might happen and centuries will be added on to my life and I will live hundereds of years and even regress a bit in physical age so that I can have more children to populate a new world. Totally bizzare thinking - but it sticks. And in this scenario it is a new world and there is reason to populate - there are not many with me - who travel on to this new world. I'm not particularly new age, nor do I really go for 2012 stuff . . . but again this idea won't leave.

What about the other way around ?

I got a feeling I needed to visit people ( including one of my grandmothers ) after a long time as in years.
Shortly after... They died.