I had a friend once who was dying of AIDS. As a maori his family sent for him to come home when the end was near as they have ceremonies necessary to the family at the end and their funerals are very special. He returned to NZ and ten days later he came to me.
I had just returned from collecting my daughters from their part time jobs selling the Sunday Times newspaper on Saturday night. We got home and all got ready for bed as it was late.
I turned off the bedroom light and as I went to settle in my bed I saw my friend sitting by the right hand side of my bed. He was as real as you or I. I could see him clearly and I could feel him, I could smell him. I didnt believe what I was seeing ....I rubbed my eyes and looked again. Then he had vanished and was on the other side of the bed nearest me, sitting by the side of the bed as if in a chair by my bed ( there was no chair ). He reached out to me and took both my hands in both of his. I felt the warmth of his hands as real as anyone else's hands holding yours. He looked at me, smiled and he was gone.
It was the next day that I was told he had died. In speaking with others I also discovered he had visited all of us in similar ways, all over Australia and New Zealand and other places. He had died in New Zealand.
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When my mother passed away and I returned to perth from Geraldton where my mother had lived and died..............
I was working late one night in my leadlight shop. My mother had never known I had my own leadlight business as she had suffered a stroke many years ago and had suffered many strokes since.......each one taking her further and further away from us till she was little more than a brain injured child.
So, here I was working late at night ....around 9:30-10:30 ish. Leaning over the workbench building a leadlight. I felt a presence behind me, I felt a hand grip my shoulder just by my neck and pressure bearing down ( like someone was leaning over my shoulder peering down at what I was doing ) and I heard these words
........" MMMM SO THAT'S HOW IT'S DONE IS IT ? "
and as quick as that happened she was gone. I knew it was my mother and I knew the feel of her hand. I heard her voice as clear as day. She had come and found me and visited me. I knew that for certain.
I am psychic and from memory have always been. With me it comes and goes depending on the stresses and business of everyday life.
My earliest memory was as a two year old child sitting in the sandpit by the front of the old house we lived in. I looked up and saw an old lady dressed in black with long woollen skirt, long blouse full buttoned all the way down the front and button up ankle boots. She wore her hair in a bun. She opened the front gate and it squeaked from lack of oil or grease. She walked past me and over to the side of the house and walked away. I ran towards where I had seen her pass and she was gone. She didnt have time to have walked anywhere. She had made her presence known to me and then vanished into thin air.
My family history is I come from gypsy stock. I have proof of family history written in a book published on our family. Our relatives were gypsies from Kent in England who came out here and settled in the Toodyay and York area of W.A.
I feel what gift I have been given comes from them.
I found the woman I had seen as a two year old in the book. There was her picture clear as day some 30 years later when I got a copy of our family history book.
I am able to make someone phone me by thinking hard about them for a few moments. I am able to pick up a phonecall and say Hello ( name ) before they have even spoken as I already know who has phoned. I was able to exactly determine the price we just paid for our new house weeks before the final price was settled.
I was once working for another boss in the leadlight industry. I was working down the back making leadlights. The boss had left for a country trip, the office staff had gone home sick with flu, and there was only me and the new young man at work. He was to call me if he needed help out front but otherwise I would keep working on the leadlights I was making.
I heard a voice say to me "SOMEONE IS GOING TO CUT THEM SELVES AND YOU WILL HAVE TO TAKE THEM TO HOSPITAL" ..........I automatically said "WHO ? " and the voice answered "PAUL AND YOU WILL NEED TO TAKE HIM TO HOSPITAL".
I thought to myself........if I tell Paul this it will jinx things and he WILL cut himself or he will think I am mad. So I said nothing and went on with my work. Within 3 minutes Paul came running down to where I was working holding his hand. He said Karen I have cut my hand and I need a bandaid. He took his hand away and I could see he had slashed open the back of his hand and he needed much more than a bandaid. I quickly got clean cloth and pressed it down on the cut, told him to hold it hard, and phoned the boss on his mobile. Told him I was taking Paul to hospital and he said to lock up the shop and his wife would come down and open up again and we should just go. Paul had 11 stitches.
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Other times I have heard these voices telling me that someone I knew was up the front in the shop while I was down the back. Each time I checked the voices were right.
There's much much more I could tell but it would take forever.
Suffice to say.......I believe and I see what I believe.
You may have a visitor but you may not see them. There will be signs if you are able to tune in.
HUGS Kaz