I have heard about how animals can smell death before it comes and as a psychic I know the strain one can feel by knowing more than one want about people, I have heard people talking how they would smell roses or baby powder as a sign of death, but nothing compares to what this one elderly woman had to endured in the span of her life. Here is her story;
For as long as I can remember there have been experiences that I at first tried to brush off as being of my imagination, but as time went by, this happened to me on so many occasions, I could no longer brush of the experiences as coincidences.
It is always the same, whenever death is about to brush by the person about to die, or someone close to them walks around carrying what I can only describe as the scent of death, I call it this not because it smell of the dead but because this is what those about to die carry around with them, a scent of carnations and earth.
This scent of death I have experienced on people that are about to die or have someone close to them that is about to die regardless of death by instant and unexpected accidents, terminal disease or acute and immediate health conditions. I still remember the first time I experienced this I was a young girl working in the fields at our family farm. One of the other farm hands Harold smelled strongly of carnations and earth, nothing special about that but the scent was so strong it stuck to my mind, later he found out his father had died that day, I did not put much into "The Scent of Death" until later when I noticed the patterns.
Whenever I smelled the same mixed scent of earth and carnations, death was soon to revel itself. Countless times I smelled, this, and sometimes mixed with some erie premonition even before I noticed the scent of death. One experience especially comes to mind, my oldest daughter Jana called me up this day all in tears, the old family cat Princess had died, and I told her, do not cry over the cat, just wait and you will find your father at his bed, then the tears are in order. One week later I noticed the strong scent of carnations and earth, but this time it seemed to be surrounding me and my other daughter Lina that I happened to be with at the time. I then knew my husband had died unexpectedly while at home in his bed.
Another time which I did not actually connect to death was when the town church yard worker Jacob was standing in line in front of me in the store, naturally he smelled of soil from digging at the church, the smell of carnations was not to unexpected either as he would be carrying a lot of flowers in preparation. Only later in the day I heard how he had walked back home to fix the roof of his house only to fall from the roof to his death that very day.
I must say this ability is a heavy burden, but I have had this with me for so long, at times I felt like I had to tell someone their loved ones were about to perish, only to hold myself back knowing that if I revealed what I knew it would only scare them and serve no good. At best I would be the bearer of bad news and my friends and maybe even my family would disown me. So, to this very day, I keep it to myself and hurt every time, I smell the scent of death.