The Scent of Death

Illustration: Cemetery Carnations 

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.

Mystic Roses by Otterbeme

Picture Baby Roses by Bugeja Kurt and cortesy of wikimedia commons 

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My Nana was a very special woman, with special gifts. I lived with her for most of my childhood, and I always wondered how she knew before hand who was on the  phone, or that someone would be visiting, or when I was in trouble.

One morning I woke early and came downstairs to get a drink of water.  I heard gentle sobbing and followed the sound, my grandmother was sitting in the darkened living room crying.  I rushed over to her and put my arms around her, "Nana, what's wrong?"  I asked in dismay.  She looked up at me, face red and blotchy from her tears and said, "Someone close has died."

I immediately panicked, and asked, "Who died Nana?"

She wiped her eyes on her apron and said, "I don't know yet, but I smelled roses during the night."  Nana wiped her eyes again, and I knew someone close had passed, Nana always smelled roses when someone close to her passed away.  The phone rang, startling both of us.  We looked at each other and Nana answered the phone.  I heard her say, "Oh no, Jim, not Florence."  She sank into the chair beside the phone and tears started down her cheeks again.  I realized that my great-aunt Florence had died.

As I grew older I saw less of my Nana.  She had a stroke and ended up in a Nursing Home, I visited as much as I could.  She had lost most of her memory and rarely knew who I was, but on one of my last visits she happened to see my graduation picture.  I was leaving the room and I heard her say, "MY Shelly "  I turned quickly back to her bed and saw that she was looking at the picture.  By the time I got to her she didn't know me again.  It was very difficult for me, but I knew that deep inside she loved me and I would always be in her heart.

I was in nursing school during this time and had a very hectic schedule.  I had been insisting that my boyfriend take me to see "Gone With the Wind" which had been released again and was only showing for a short period of time.  He finally agreed on the last night it was showing and we got to the theatre for the last showing.  During intermission we went to the lobby for snacks and had just settled back into our seats for the second half of the movie at nine p.m.   Not ten minuted into the film I had an overwhelming scent of roses, it was so heavy it made me nauseous.  I looked at my boyfriend, and felt something was terribly wrong and insisted he take me back to the dorms right away.  He looked at me as if I'd lost my mind.  "Are you crazy," he hissed at me.  "You've been on me for a month to see this movie, now you want to leave in the middle of it."  I insisted, and he was very angry but took me home.  All the way there I felt sick and worried but I couldn't identify why.

When I got to the dorms, our house mother was waiting for me.  She came up and placed her arm around me.  "  Let's sit down dear, I'm afraid I have bad news for you."  I knew before she could tell me, Nana had passed away.  She told me the news and said they had received the call about nine ten p.m., approximately the same time I had the experience of the roses scent.

I have lost other family members over the years, but have never experienced the scent of roses with any of the other.  I know in my heart, that was my Nana's way of letting me know she loved me and would always be with me.

Editors Note: I have heard similar cases of someone knowing when someone close in the family has passed, like described in the entry The Scent of Death. In my family it is not the scent of roses but that of Baby Powder, as described in the entry of the same name.

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THE FLOWER VASE

This is in from Raymond in Honolulu, Hawaii.
My aunt lived in the same house for 55 years. When her and my uncle got married they bought that house and lived in it ever since. My uncle died two years ago and even though I wanted my aunt to sell that old house and move to a newer on she said NO and kept the house her and my uncle bought way back when.

Things started happening shortly after my uncle passed on. You see, my aunt had a flower vase given to them as a wedding gift. It was a very expensive flower vase but. for some reason my uncle always hated that vase and always complained about how ugly he thought it was. On a few occasions I can remember him even trying to convince my aunt to get rid of the vase. My aunt refused saying it was a gift that celebrated their love for one and other and she would not get rid of it.

A few weeks after my uncle died my aunt woke up one morning and found the vase on the carpeted floor. the vase was unharmed and so she picked it up and sat it back on the table where it belonged.I was spending time with my aunt so i could make sure she was doing ok and that next morning when I walked into the living room the vase was once again on the floor unharmed.
I picked t up and placed it in the middle of the table so it would not be close to the edge. I took my aunt out for breakfast and then shopping. Then I returned to my home and let my aunt spend her first night alone since her husband passed on.

About 3 am in the morning my phone rang and it was my aunt. She was crying and said she didn't feel like she could stay alone so, I went over and calmed her down and put her to bed and I told her I would stay the night in the other room. She seemed a bit better once she know I would stay. As I walked out of her room and into the living room, I looked over at the vase on the table. i started thinking about all the times my uncle said how ugly it was and right before my very eyes,the vase flew off the table and right into the wall across the room. No one was even near it. My aunt woke up and started yelling that it was her husband doing it from beyond because he always hated that vase.

I cleaned up all the broken glass from the vase and threw it all away and to this day there has never been anything unusual happen in that house. Maybe my aunt was correct. Maybe my uncle could not rest in peace until that vase was gone for good.

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The African Violets

African Violet Flower

This Story is also avaliable in Norwegian (trykk St. Paulia for å lese)

A true account of what happened to me 10 years ago. I was taking care of my mother who had many things wrong with her including right sided heart failure and heart disease. She was in and out of the hospital so many times during the last three years of her life that I lost count. My Mother had a lot of plants around the house and she had a real green thumb. She could get anything to grow. One of her favorites was an african violet plant. Now this plant was suppose to go in full blossom twice a year. My Mother had this african violet for seven years and it was healthy and get very large for that type of plant but, she could never get it to blossom.

Not once in 7 years did that plant blossom. One Saturday morning the ambulance arrived to take my Mother on what turned out to be her last trip to the hospital. As she was being taken out on a stretcher she looked over at the plant and said to me in a weak voice... "You wait that damn plant will wait till I die and then it will go in full blossom". Well she was in the hospital for a little over a week. Then one morning at 8:30 am the hospital called me and said that I needed to come to the hospital as soon as I could and that the doctor was requesting my presence . As I picked up the phone to answer it I looked over and saw that the african violet was in full blossom for the first time in 7 years. I started to shake when i answered the call because I knew it was my Mother's way of saying good-bye and I was correct. About 7 minutes later arrived at the hospital and the doctor got to me in the hallway outside my Mother's room and explained to me that she had passed away.

So my friends, I do think there are such things as the after life, spirits. ghost and other things out there that we just do not understand yet

Until next time my friends take care and stay healthy.

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