The Day I Did Not Find My Friend

 Ocean Shore over in Hilo on the Isle of Hawaii (Big Island) Photo by PJ 2009

This happened to a friend of my father, Lee, and here he is sharing the experience he had the day after my father died.

I often take a brisk walk by the ocean, I grew up here and this is where I feel at home as I spend my retirement conversing with friends and those that grew up in the area, with my heart not being the same as it used to be I keep myself in reasonable shape by calm tranquil walks and gossiping with my friends both young and old.

As usual I started my morning routine by walking the same ocean shore path as I have for decades, but this time I heard like a voice in the back of my head. "Do not go there, it is not for you to be there". I did not think too much about it, but I decided to turn the other way and walk up the ocean shore instead of down, only later that day I heard from others that my best friend was found in the path I usually would go, and I am sure my weak heart would not been able to handle the strain such a find would caused me. I thank God for watching over me and I believe he had his angles warn me that morning for my own protection.

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Sheena's Christmas Angel

When I was a kid my family lived in Connecticut. In our community there were no rich people. My family however, had it better then most. Three doors down from our house lived a family that was not on welfare or anything, but I can say at the end of each month when all their bills and rent were paid there was no money left over at all and some months there was not enough money to pay rent, all the bills and buy food.

In that house lived a family with two kids, Jason which was 12 years old and my best friend and Sheena which was 5. Now, I remember one-year things were so thigh that they had no money for Christmas. I still remember how Jason’s Mother borrowed $20.00 from my Mom so she could buy her children each one small Christmas gift. Since Jason’s Dad could not afford a Christmas tree he went out and found a big branch cut from another tree, put a string of lights on it and an angel on the top.

On Christmas Eve afternoon Jason and Sheena’s Mom sat in the living room of their very modest home looking at the poor excuse of a Christmas tree crying because she wanted Christmas to be special for her kids. She was so sad and heart broken.

Sheena walked up to her Mother and crawled up in her lap and gave her Mom a big hug asking her why she was crying and her Mom replied because we have no food left and I wanted this to be a Happy Christmas. Upon hearing that, Sheena told her Mother that she shouldn’t cry and that this would be the best Christmas ever. Her Mother asked Sheena how she could know that and Sheena replied that the angel told her so. Shocked by what she had just heard Sheena’s asked her what angel and Sheena pointed to the so-called Christmas tree and said that angel mommy. Not wanting to discourage Sheena, her Mother forced a smile and said that’s right honey; this will be the best Christmas ever because I have you and you’re brother and daddy.

Later that evening when the whole neighbor hood was at midnight Christmas church Service Sheena and her family sat through the entire service as well as did the other neighbors that attended the service. When it was over Sheena had fallen asleep and her Mother carried her out to the old car they had and Sheena’s brother and dad followed.

When they arrived home Sheen’s Mom walked into the house to find that in the kitchen there was food. So much food that they could eat for a week. There were pies and cakes all sorts of vegetables and milk and juice. Also in the fridge was a huge turkey just waiting to be cooked in the oven. Shocked and surprised, she took Sheena to her room and put her to bed and returned to the kitchen and her son and husband stood there in awe.

They all three walked into the living room and found a 6ft tree all decorated and with plenty of gifts under the tree. Sheen’s Mom remembered what little Sheena had said about the angel and, as Sheena’s mom looked up at the angel, she saw a glow leave the top of the tree and float to Sheena’s room and stay there. Sheena’s Mother began to cry tears of joy. No one ever found out where the tree, gifts and, food came from. So, you see my friends there are really angels, always looking out for us and protecting us. We just have to learn how to let them into our lives.

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The Smell of Cologne

I had a very close friend that died several years ago. I talked about my friend in the Talking With A Dead Friend entry.

My friend use to every once in a while wear cologne. I forget what the brand name of it was but I will never forget the smell of it. I do remember him telling me it was a very expensive cologne. I am sure it was because my friend one one of these guys that every hair had to be in place and his clothes always had to looked freshly pressed.

The cologne he at times would wear was really nice and I never have sensed the smell of it again since his death until late last night. I was sitting outside late night on the porch. I notice the scent of his cologne for the first time in 12 years. I looked and their was no one near me. I felt good about it but also felt lonely so, I went inside and up the stairs and went to bed. I tried to sleep but couldn't. I tossed and turned for two hours. Then all of a sudden, it seemed as if the scent of his cologne filled my bedroom. I got out of bed and turned the light on. looking around to see where all this was coming from. I went down stairs and the scent was every where. I knew at that point something was up but I went back upstairs and thought the only thing I could do was go back to bed.

As I walked into my bedroom, I saw a form, a smoky looking human form. the form looked like my dead friend and when I spoke it, It disappeared that quick.
I asked my friend to let me see him and to talk to me as he did the first time about 10 years ago but, this time, he didn't. He went away that quick, no reason or explanation at all he just disappeared as fast as he appeared and then just as fast, the scent of his cologne was also gone.

I guess, sometimes are loved ones that are gone from this earth, just want to come back from time to time to check on us and make sure we are OK.

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His Mother's Wedding Ring

I once worked with a young man that was married and had one child. His name is Danny. We became instant friends at work, when we went out we would be taking his wife and my gf along and do things like bowling, movies and BBQ's. The four of us became very good friends.

I didn't know this at the time but, Danny's mother had been murdered several years ago when he was like 7 years old. At this time he was a 27 year old outgoing, friendly, and caring person. On night Danny's wife called and was asking for help. She told me that all day long Danny had been walking around talking to his dead mother and she could not seem to bring him out of it. His wife was very concerned and said that if either her or their little girl would say anything to Danny, He just ignored and continued walking all around talking to his deceased mother. His wife was beginning to think that Danny was loosing it. My girl friend and I went directly over to Danny's house. Once there we found Danny walking all through the one story home talking to what seemed to be his deceased mother.

I walked over to Danny and ask him if he was OK and I put my hand on his shoulder, he just kept on walking and talking like I was not even there. He would walk around and talk to her and then would be quiet as he waited for her reply. Now Danny did not do drugs and, he didn't drink either. I ask his wife if he was on any medication and she answered no.

I kept hearing Danny asking his mother about a ring. I quickly called his sister who lives in another state and ask her if she knew what he was talking about. Her answer was that when their mother was buried, his sister put a ring on her finger for her to be buried with. She put the ring (The mother's wedding ring) on her finger right before the casket was closed and locked, several people saw this. His sister also told me that after the service, Danny said to her that his their mom had promised him the ring. His mother told him that when he became older she would give him the ring for good luck & love in his life. It really was the only thing Danny had to remember his mother by.

I still thought Danny was loosing it  and I told my girl friend to call 911. As she did that, she came back from the phone call asking what was this ring she found on the table beside the phone. When Danny saw the ring he started to cry and just kept thanking his mother for it. The ambulance arrived and did take Danny to the hospital and he was diagnosed with having an extreme anxiety spell.

Now here is the thing... Three days later when Danny's sister arrived she confirmed that the ring  my girl friend found was indeed their mother's wedding ring. However, their mother was indeed buried with the ring on her finger.

So, how did the ring get there on the phone stand? Was Danny really talking to his mother and was she really answering him back? All I know for sure is  as I stated before, Danny;s sister did confirm the ring my girl friend found was indeed Danny's mother's wedding ring. We also know, the ring was on his mother's finger at the time of burial.  guess we will never know where that ring came from.

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Paranormal Phenomena: Vardøger

The paranormal activity that I have experienced is more than any other is what in Norway is called vardøger, a vardøger is a spirit predecessor and is considered to be a form of bi-location, and it is when one hear a person before they arrive, and it is said that this is their vardøger, spirit predecessor or spirit follower that appear a few minutes ahead of the person it is preceding. For some reason this type of phenomena seem to be typical in Scandinavia but almost unknown in the rest of the world.

Growing up everybody in my house would frequently hear the sounds of people on their way before they actually get there, the sound of the knocking on the door, removing of outer clothes, shoes and such in the hallway, and with experience one could even know exactly whom the vardøger is for, since it would follow the exact habits of is double. For example I would always hear my grandmothers vardøger as her entering the hallway, brushing off sand of her shoes, entering the inner hallway while carrying a pile of wood before entering into the kitchen refilling first the wood pile before opening the kitchen wood stove and filling it before it ever happened.

One would enter the kitchen to find it empty before again hearing everything in repeat as my real grandmother enters and does everything in order just as her vardøger did.

My uncles, aunts, brother, parents, other grandparents, friends of the family and even guests one had never met before would also have the vardøger enter or park outside in their car before their actual arrival.

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The Old Rusty Ford Mustang

Years ago I had a ford mustang. This mustang looked horrible, it was rusty all over. Rusty as it was, the car ran very good. However, my best friend always insisted on using his car whenever we went anywhere together. He always said he wouldn't be seen in my rust bucket. To be honest, I couldn't blame him. One day he and I were on our way to a concert about 100 miles away. We had to take my car because his was in the shop for repairs. The whole way to the concert my friend kept complaining about having to take my car.

After the concert we stopped at a fast food place for a bite to eat. On the way home my friend told me that if he ever died before I did, he would come back and haunt my car just so I would give in and buy a new one. We both laughed at that and soon we and my rust bucket made it home. My friend slept at my house that night because we got home late and he had to be at work in the morning. As he and I were ready for bed he told me again that if he dies before I do, he would come back and haunt my car so I would give in and buy another car.

A few weeks later my friend was killed in a car accident on his way home from work. I drove to his grave several times a week, Every time I would go to leave his grave site my car would not start. This continued for 2 weeks everyday. Until I went out and bought myself a new car.

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Dream Healing

A few times in my life, I have experienced what I would call dream healing, I have had times when I knew someone combating some sickness, I would watch myself in a dream performing what I could only explain as a dream healing session.

In the dream I would watch myself as if I am doing a sort of surgery, medication or even spiritual cleaning of the person involved, which also would be there for the session. The dream would be in deep detail analyzing all parts of the problem areas, even discussing the issues at hand with what I could refer to as fractions of myself, attacking the issue from different angles, discussing what to do.

Then after this analytical phase one would step into another part of the dream healing, here one perform the actual healing each time unique for the trouble at hand. While one of my friends was combating depression and anxiety, I went into a system of reoccurring dreams once a week for three weeks, looking at his specific problem, first observing, and then performing a seance removing the blackened parts of his spirit, using a dream shaped scalpel, pulling and prodding him, after each time he would progress and it continued until he was declared to be totally recovered.

I would always wake up after this healing step, and somehow feel that this was no ordinary dream but a confirmation that the healing has been taking place and since I have seen this happen so many times that I do believe it is a form of healing, and there must be a lot of other people that do this too, one very famous "dream healer" is Edgar Cayce with his ability to solve medical questions asked him while under a dream or dreamlike meditative state.

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I See but I Don't want to

Illustration by PJ

This the retold story from my 22 year old friend Jean from Tennessee, and she gave me permission to present her story to you. -Gary

I was just like every other happy well adjusted girl in their 20s. All except I knew things. I even saw some things that I didn't want to see. When my dad was killed in a car accident, I saw that two days before it happened. I even told him what I saw and he drove that day anyway and he was killed in a car accident.

I had a boy friend when I was 20. we actually started going out when I was 18. He was the love of my life. However, when i was 20 I was eating with a good friend of mine at Burger King one afternoon, all of a sudden, I got a picture in my mind of my boyfriend kissing another girl. Exactly eight days later I walked in on my boyfriend and another girl kissing and they were in a very comprising position.

I was also able to see where my mother lost her job when I was only 15 years old and she did indeed  get let go from her job  due to downsizing. I knew ahead of time that my aunt would have a heart-attack.

All my life I could from time to time see some tragedy that would happen to me or a family member. The problem is, It is always something bad that I see, never anything good or happy. For that reason, I would rather not get these visions. I do not have to be asleep. They are not dreams it is that all of sudden I will get a picture in my head and what ever it is I see will soon happen!

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The Haunted Primary School Stage

This is one of the scariest experiences that I've had in my childhood, and it was experienced not only by me but by all of my 5th grade primary class of 23 students back in Norway. It all started one windy cold autumn day during recess, usually we were not allowed to stay inside the school between classes, but since the teachers had declared the weather outside to be bad enough that we could play inside instead.

I do not recall how this started but I do think it all began with a dare from some of the boys to the girls, we had all heard that our school was supposed to be haunted, and the best spot would be in the basement bomb-shelter behind the school stage, and it was to us known as behind Amfi, which was dark and a part that none of us had ventured to before.

I stayed in the sloped entrance area about 15 yards up from the school stage, with 4 of my friends, we had a perfect view as 15 of our friends disappeared into the dark, and the rest stayed at the stage preparing to enter in to join the exploration towards the bomb-shelters. Then all of the sudden we heard screams from the darkness, and watched our friends running towards us in panic out of the dark, but their faces did not look normal, it was like they were wearing a gray mask making them look inhuman, and it was not only me that saw that. All of us up in the entrance had the exact same experience of the event happening only 15 yards away from us. 

When we all got upstairs I noticed and brought to attention that my friend Tordis' left hand had a deep rift in it and was covered in blood, he was one of those that had gone deepest into the area behind the stage, but was unaware that he had been hurt before we brought it to his attention. More-so when we as a group described what had happened, both the girls and the boys in the darkness had heard a deep voice speaking to them, there, and they had felt a presence that filled them with fear and caused them all to run back up in panic. None of us ever went back behind the stage.

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OBE while sleeping

Illustration: Sleeping with Eyes open, 

from If she really knows the truth..

This happened to my friend Tom from Pennsylvania

On a hot summer night about three years ago, he had his first and so far last out of body experience (OBE) or a very real dream. I will leave that up to you to decide. This account is from what I saw happen to my friend and from what he told me he experienced.

I watched as Tom slumped down into a chair in the living room he was only out for about 10 minutes with his eyes wide open. But still Tom, seemed to be out. When Tom awoke or was back into reality again this is what he told me and he seemed quite shaken by it all.

During that time he could swear that he was talking with his grandmother who had died about a year earlier. He also claimed he talked for what seemed to be a long time. Tom told me he was very close to his grandmother when she was alive. He also told me that as his grandmother was on her death bed, he was there and she had told him not to worry, that her and Tom would talk again soon and he believed that he and  his grandmother had just talked as she said they would back one year ago she laid dying on her death bed. During the talk, his grandmother gave Tom information that did in fact pan out later. It was information about family matters that needed to be taken care of. At the end the talk Tom's grandmother told him it was time for him to go back.

Tom then came out of his dream or OBE, and told me what had just happened during his hour or so long talk that I knew was only 10 or so minutes and the most creepy part was that Tom's eyes stayed open the entire time.

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Out Of Body

This is a nice recount of Sean's experience. Sean lives in Rhode Island.

I had a good friend when I was very young maybe around 10 years old. My friend Bret and I were both full of energy and wonder. Like most kids our age we never thought anything bad would ever happen to us. One day Bret and I were both in a hurry to get across the street to his house because his dad was going to take us camping. for the weekend. Both my friend and I were usually very careful crossing the street but that day all we had on our mind was our first camping trip that we had been looking forward to for over a year.

With sleeping bags and pillows under our arms we darted off the curb and out onto the street and right into the path of an oncoming car.. Bret was a little in front of me but, the car couldn't stop in time and the car made contact with both of us. I was in the hospital with both a broken arm and a broken leg. I kept asking about Bret and, finally they told me he didn't make it. Bret had head and internal injuries and he died three days after the accident.

I was heart broken over Bret's death but I guess because I was a kid i got over it or at least I thought so. For some reason when I turned 14 I started thinking about Bret more and more. When I would get ready for bed at nights I would think I could feel Bret pulling on my arm as if he wanted me to go some where with him.

One nigh about 3 months after I turned 14, I was in my room getting ready for bed. I felt Bret's presence very strongly. I went to bed but it seemed to take forever to fall asleep. Then, something happened, I felt a slight pain in my chest and all of a sudden I was floating. I looked down and see myself sleeping in bed and I knew I was having a out of body experience or a OBE. As I looked upward I saw Bret there with his hand extended towards me. I took his hand and it seemed that we were floating. We floated to a place that I really can not describe and we landed in what appeared to be a field. In that field we hugged and talked for what seemed to be hours. I was so happy to see Bret again and I could tell he was very happy to see me too.

Then he said he had to go back and I had to go back too. I felt another sharp pain in my chest and I woke up feeling very tired, good but tired. At first I thought I had a very vivid dream but I noticed that in my hand was a leaf that I picked up and held as Bret and I were talking. This went on and happened a few more ties over the course of 2 years. Then for some reason to this day it has never happened again after that. I pressed put the leaf in a plastic bag and I have it in between 2 books to this very day as a reminder of my OBE with Bret.

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My meeting with Jeane Dixon, the Psychic

I hear so often that when a psychic makes a call and if it does not turn out just exactly as the psychic said it would, then you hear what a fake this person claiming to be a psychic is. Well my friends, that is just not the case at all. First off we have to understand that a prediction is just that a prediction. it does not mean that it will happen exactly as stated by the person making the prediction. Some of the best known psychics the world over have had predictions that came partly true. This happens because when a psychic sees something that ends up as a prediction, there are several things he or she sees. It is not like they see exactly that will happen.

One could write whole books including all the predictions that Jeane Dixon made which came true and all those that came true half way or not at all, being one of the most famed psychics of the 20th century. but my story is not of the media famed well known predictions, but a reading made to me and a friend directly, one which came true in every way, just as Jeane Dixon predicted.

A friend and I decided to make an appointment with Jeane Dixon to ask her a few questions. We went to Washington DC and talked with Jeane Dixion. It was NOT a pleasant reading at all. My friend and I were looking to start a business together and we simply wanted some good advice from Ms. Dixon and we knew she was doing readings for Nancy Reagen at the time and we thought that was good enough for us. During the reading, My friend was asked to leave the room for a few minutes. he did as requested. During that time of him being ut of the room Ms. Dixon told me that someday I may indeed have my own business but that my friend and I would never be in business together.

I ask her why she said that and she replied to me that she saw his life in grave danger. It would be related to a sporting type accident. Now, she did not actually say he would die but she did say his life was in grave danger She said she saw this happening the last two weeks of November or the first two weeks of December. We called my friend back into the room and we talked to him about this. My friend said that if he saw any danger he would indeed be careful but until that time he was just going to live his life. This was the later part of October. November came and went without and bad things happening. However, towards the end of the first week of December. My good friend had an accident as he and another friend of his were four-wheeling. They both died in that accident. It was well within the time limit set by Ms. Dixion.

This situation should act as proof that every psychic can be right and wrong at the same time or partially correct or not correct at all. I agree that there are many fakes that claim to be psychic. However, I know Jeane Dixion was not one of the fake ones. I am very sorry that she was correct but it did prove tome that this lady had a God given gift. A lot also depends on how strong the person is towards his or her powers, how that person handles their power and how well trained they are in dealing with their powers. Most psychics never see what they predict as from start to finish. like a movie or video. Most will only see bits and parts like flashes and they have to sort it all out and put them things in order. So, my friends, that is the main reason for a psychic to be wrong or at least partially wrong. however, being wrong does not mean they are a fake.

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Talking With a Dead Friend

This is the single strongest event in my life that propelled me into believing in the paranormal. I have always been interested in the paranormal since grew up in Gettysburg, PA, next to the Gettysburg Battlefield, but notting like after I had this most earth-shattering experience, and experiences that followed like The African Violets only strengthened my belief in the paranormal, I will also give my thanks to James for helping me fix the english in my entry.

Several years ago, I had a friend who I was very close to. We ran around together and we did almost everything together. Usually when you saw one of us you saw both of us. My friend had a key to my house that I shared with my family, as my family considered him to be part of our family and he could come and go as he pleased. The point is we were always together.

One night in early December, I was asleep and all of a sudden woke up at 2:12 am. I had a very strange feeling inside of me. I didn't know what was wrong with my friend, but I knew something was indeed wrong. I got dressed and went to my car and because our town had a few all night places that were open I started looking for him not really knowing why. After about two hours of driving around and looking for him with no luck of finding him, I returned to my home and got ready to get back in bed.

I got up and went to work the next morning, and I just had a very strange feeling inside of me all day at work. He knew when my break was and almost always called me while I was on break, but today there was no phone call from him. I was working a split shift that day meaning that I worked my regular eight hour shift then I had a three hour break and then went back to work to finish the next shift. I live only 10 minutes away from my job so I went home during my break and tried calling his house. His father answered the phone and told me he had not seen him all day but that was not unusual at all, so I hung up the phone and walked into my room and in my room I thought I heard him say “I'm sorry but I had to go. I didn't want to go but I had no choice”. I shrugged that off and just thought it was me being stupid. However, to be honest, we had just gone 16 hours without talking to one and other and for him and I, that was almost unheard of. I went back to work and finished the next shift, and it seemed like the shift lasted forever and the entire time I just could not help feeling so upset because I just knew something was wrong and very wrong at that.

After my shift was over I went straight home and ran upstairs and called my friend's house again. Once again his Father answered the phone and once again I aske if my friend was at home. His father replied by telling me “no he was not home yet”, and even he was getting concerned because by this time it was 11 pm. My friend's mother took the phone and told me she was going to start calling around to see if she could find him because even though most times he would stay at my house, it was not like him to not at least call home and let her know where he was and that he was ok. His mother told me that she had just assumed when he didn't come home the night before that he was at my place.

At that point, my friend’s mother said to me, “Hey, hang on a minute. The doorbell just rang and maybe it is him because he is always misplacing his key.” I said, “ok, sure”, and I heard her put the phone receiver down . About 30 seconds later, I heard my friend's mother scream so shrill that I could have sworn she was standing right beside me. My heart began to race as I now was sure, very sure that something was very wrong. I tried to hear what was being said but all I could hear was my friend's mother crying and she kept saying “NO ... there must be some mistake. Not my son.” Finally, my friend's father came to the phone and explained to me that the doorbell ring was the state police and my friend had been found dead about 2AM that morning and that he died in a car accident. For some reason it took the police almost twenty-four hours to notify the family.

Well, I was devastated to say the least, and the next few days seemed like a year for me, and I didn't even know what I was doing half the time. I remember my friend’s father asking me to help carry my friend to his final resting place and I did that. After the funeral was over, I collapsed and was admitted to the hospital for several days.

Eventually, life started to return to at least somewhat normal. About two years after my best friend’s death, I was at a convenience store in town about 11 pm. I paid for my stuff, and I was talking to the clerk in the store when I happened to look out the store window. In the store parking lot was my friend's car.

I started to walk away, and I heard my friend call my name. How could this be? I mean, he has been dead for two years. I turned around and there he was walking toward me. Starting to shake, I said, “Who are you? You are not suppose to be here.” He said, “Oh really? Well I though you of all people would be happy to see me dude.” I was the only person he ever called dude but he use to call me that all the time.

He told me that yes, it was really him and that he had come back to tell me something. He informed me that even though it was him, he was still dead sorta. but that he couldn't finish his journey without letting me know that he was ok and that he knew it was really rough on me and his family when he died but that we all had to go on and we would all be ok, that is was just his time. Through my tears I ask him if he was an angel. He said no not yet because I haven't been able to cross over because you and my Mom just will not let me go.

I put a photo of him and me in his casket at his funeral. He actually took it out of his shirt pocket and wrote something on the back of it and gave it to me. It said... remember me this way dude. I am sure no one was as close as friends as you and I were. I miss you but I have to go now. You do not need to worry because I will always watch over you) He then hugged me and then it was like I woke up or something. However, I was not asleep, the clerk at the store confimed that she saw me talking to a young man when I let the store Now even I thought I had a very real dream, I was not asleep, i was not even home at the time. However, when I came to myself I was sitting at the kitchen table, with the grocery bags next to me, in my hand was holding the photo I put in his casket two years ago, and I never even remember even leaving my car.

I told a very good friend of ours about this experience. She told me that I most likely really did see him and talk to him even though he was dead. She stated it happens all the time to people. She looked at me and said “I was at the funeral with you. I was with you by your side when you put the photo in his casket. So, how else do you explain him writing on the back of the photo and you having it after you placed it in the casket two years ago?” She stated, “of course you saw him and spoke to him.” She also reminded me that the photo I was holding was the the original and that no copy was ever made.

Now, that was about 11 years ago and even now from time to time, I will see or at least think I see his car go down my street. or, I think I will hear him say nope don't do that or there ya go dude. they were two of his favorite sayings.

Think I am crazy? Well, think as you may but, I know my friend is still with me. Also I am not the only one to experience something similar, The Phantom Cross by Otterbeme comes to mind.

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Sometimes I See Things

Photo by PJ, Honolulu, Hawaii 2005

This comes to us from Shawn in Ohio

My Dad always insisted that our family take two vacations a year . The whole family together as both my parents were professionals and worked a lot and dad always said that vacations were the only time the whole family was together at the same time.

So when I was about ten years old. We loaded up the car and started on our vacation for that year. My Mom, Dad, and my older brother and I were all set to go and have a good time. It is important to note that this took place 40 years ago. As we were driving through Kentucky I began to get very tired and sleepy as it was in the middle of the night. I somehow managed to fall asleep in the crowed car but only slept for about an hour. When I woke up I heard my Dad complain that the gas tank was on empty as he forgot to fill it up before we left home.

My poor Dad was having a fit because he was so afraid we would run out of gas in Kentucky in the middle of the night. I said, "Dad don't sweat it coz there is a 24 hour store around the corner and hey sell gas. He asked me how I knew that as I had never been anywhere close to Kentucky before and I had also been asleep so if there would have been a road sign ( there wasn't ) I would not have seen it.

Well, sure enough when we rounded the next curve there was a 24 hour dinner that sold Texaco gasoline. After my Dad filled the tank and got us all some food and drink he asked me how I knew that. I informed him that I really did not know how I knew, I just knew.

Ever since then I somehow just knew some things before they happened. Mostly things that had to do with family members or real close friends of the family. I remember telling my Mother one time when I was twelve years old that if she wanted to see her sister again, she should go see her very soon because I just knew she was not going to be around any longer.

My Mother went across town to see her sister the very next day and she told her sister what I had said and her sister just laughed it off. However two days later her sister was killed in a car crash by a drunken driver.

It isn't always bad things I know a head of time . Sometimes It is good things too. One night at a store, I convinced my brother to but a lottery ticked from a new pack that the clerk had just opened. My brother went ahead and bought it but he insisted that the first ticket was never a winner. My brother needed fifty dollars to pay off a ring he was buying for his girl friend's birthday. He just couldn't seem to come up with that last fifty dollars. Once we got into my car he scratched the ticket off and it was a fifty dollar winner.

I do not always know what will happen but I sometimes know something will happen to a person. If I get a warm feeling about a person or event then I know it is something good that will happen. If I get a cold fear come over me then I know it is something bad. In cases of a person who will die soon I sometimes will see a face or get a few letters of that persons name. This is a gift I know, However it is not a gift I want but, God wanted me to have it so therefore, I will use it to do my best for my family and friends.

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A Dream Come True

Illustration Photo by PJ, Honolulu, Hawaii 2005

Back about 25 years ago I worked at a high class tavern in a ski resort back home in Gettysburg, PA . My job there was to assist the manager of the tavern and also to hire the entertainment for the tavern . It was a job that took a lot of time and energy but I loved doing it. Well one Thursday evening I was getting thins ready for a band that I hired to start the next evening and to play throughout out the weekend. Making sure the contract was for the band was all signed and that the room was ready for the band and so on and so on. All of a sudden I started to feel tired, very tired. I hurried and finished my work for the night and went straight home. Usually once at home I would eat and shower and do things for about three hours and then go to bed. On this nigh when I got home I took a real fast shower and then went right to bed. As I crawled between the sheets I remember thinking about how tired I was. I fell asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow.

I woke up the next morning feeling refreshed after a good nights sleep but yet, I was thinking about the dream I had while asleep. Not that the dream was strange but yet I couldn't get the dream out of my head. While asleep I had a dream that I was sitting on a bed in Indian fashion, talking to a guy about my age back then. This guy was sitting on a chair beside the bed, and that was it, that was the entire dream. The only thing strange about this dream was the fact that I was talking to this guy and when I awoke I knew I didn't even know this guy and have never met him so why was I talking to him in my dream? I didn't even know for sure if this guy really existed at all.

At work that afternoon I wondered why I could not get this dream out of my head. At about 3:30 pm a waitress informed me that the band had arrived to set up and practice before the show that night. I ask her to have one of them come in my office so I could give them their coupons for free meals for the weekend and ski passes in case any of them wanted to go skiing and also to give them the keys to their rooms for the weekend.

A young man walked into my office and I looked up as he entered and we both just froze in our track. he looked as if he had seen a ghost and I am sure I also looked the same. This young man was the man I was talking to in my dream. Now, this band was came from a city three hours away by car and I am sure I never met him before. I introduced myself and he did the same and after some small talk he looked at me and asked if he knew me at all and I said I didn't think so as I have never been to the city he lived in and he informed me that this was his first trip to this city that I lived in.

As we walked to the rooms the tavern provided for guest he looked at me and said "I know this sounds strange but i swear. I had a dream about you last night and I don't even know you." I almost fell to the floor when he said that and I had to tell him I had a dream about him the night before as well. We talked and both wondered why we dreamed about each other and what it all meant.

Well, neither one of us could come up with a suitable answer. However we did become instant friends and hung out for a good year after that and then our lives took us in different directions but, we did stay in touch for three more years and then we lost contact.

I often wonder whatever became of my friend and I bet he often wonders about me. I hope he is doing well and I also hope we will meet again some day. We never did figure out why both of us dreamed about each other before ever meeting each other.

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