Hi again,

I'm really surprised that no-one has dropped into this thread demanding that we show irrefutable "scientific" evidence for all of our "unsubstantiated" claims of psychic abilities and phenomena. (I hope I haven't jinxed us, now!) :-)

I don't know if I have posted this at Mudcat before, but I don't think I have. In 2002 it was the first Monday of a two week holiday (unpaid, so not stress free) holiday from teaching. I was determined to relax and enjoy at least a couple of days without having to do any of the class marking or class preparation for the next term, but I found myself feeling very restless. I couldn't settle to anything. I tried reading, I tried watching one of my favourite detective shows on tv, but I just couldn't sit still. Normally I have no trouble at all in relaxing, but not this day. Finally I just gave up and decided to go into my office/computer room and do some marking.

As soon as I sat down the telephone rang. It was my brother-in-law phoning to tell me that my Mum had passed away suddenly, only within the previous hour. I knew then that that was why I couldn't settle down to anything that day.


Another time, when my Grandma was dying, I woke up at about 6.30 am and started thinking about her. As I focused on her I "saw" her lying on the bed at the nursing home, but I saw her from above the bed, like she was floating above the bed looking down at herself, and I was floating next to her. I realised that it was her time to go, so I stayed with her, intuitively speaking, and she made it to a doorway (between life and the other side) but she didn't want to let go. I called on an entity/guardian angel I know to come and help her on her way. Finally she let herself give up on this life and move forward. My Mum phoned me within the hour and told me that Grandma had passed on, just at the time that I was "with" her.


Have you had any similar experiences of messages or feelings when someone has passed on?

Also, about pets: When I was in early high school I used to walk past a house every day where a beautiful white, fluffy samoyed dog lived. We were great friends and I always stopped and patted her, and talked to her. Not long after that I saw an ad in the paper and someone was giving away a samoyed. I begged and pleaded with my parents but they said no. I found out afterwards, after it was too late, that the dog was my friend Susie, and that the couple had to give her away because the man was now in a wheelchair and they couldn't look after her any more.

If I had known it was them we could possibly have worked out some arrangement where I could have looked after Susie but the family could still be with her. I was devastated that we had all lost Susie.

Some years later I was learning meditation at a spiritualist centre and one night I was sitting in the meditation circle and I felt something leaning against my leg. I realised that it was a big dog (in spirit) and that it was Susie, coming back to tell me that she knew how much I loved her and how much I had wanted her to come and live with me.

Helen