What It's Like to Talk to the Dead

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Buddhist

My experiences are mostly thru dreams and physical "pushes" (they guide my directions).

Yes, this person was murdered in 1980 and he visits me in my dreams. I can sometime feel his presence and sometimes he is communicating or trying to tell me something he is unhappy about. If I meditate intensly he will come to me. Sometimes I can feel he just wants to be with me because we are on the same plane and he won't communicate anything specific with me.

 

I felt the presence of a dear cousin as I was leaving the jewelry store after having a piece of her jewelry restored. It was a very positive experience.

 

It happens all the time. A fact of life for me.

 

I don't believe in souls/spirits - it is a fundamental Buddhist teaching that we do not have a soul.

 

Nope, I think the only reason any type of religious or superstitious material exists is to make life more comfortable for people who need to have closure upon the death of loved ones, or need to feel that their life has meaning, but I could always be wrong.

 

I never have, and believe that taking to the dead takes ones mind away from the true nature of human suffering.

 

Wiccan

I can feel them in a room with me in times of stress, illness, happiness. It seems that they're there to help and guide me.

 

Growing up, I would often hear singing in my house when no one was there but me. I would feel something touch me, or find things moved. After having lived in the house for several years, my family discovered that a young boy had died as the result of an accident in the front yard. Coincidentally, he had lived in the room that I occupied.

 

While I do believe that the human spirit is reincarnated, I think it happens after all living memory of that person has "died". I speak to my grandmother and "listen" for her whispers in my mind. She's very wise and good and I try to follow her advice (especially when cooking or gardening!!). Other ancestors guide me, too, but she is the one who is closest and strongest in my heart.

 

My deceased son communicated extensively with me through dreams, moving objects, pendulum/Ouija, and psychic medium. Once I was able to deal with his death (as if you ever really can) as best I could, he and I agreed he must move on and I felt him release and go. It was very emotional and changed the way I see death.

 

My mother communicated with me the evening after she died, I felt her give me one last hug.

 

The body feels as if an electrical pulse is inside you, room temp can change from hot to cold depending on the positive or negative nature of the spirit. But these cues will differ from person to person. Sometimes you become very emotional for no reason at all, from giggles to tears. It's a gift I wouldn't give up for anything. I know life goes on beyond this shell.

 

Yes. At a Samhain Sabat I attempted to contact my mother by inviting her to join the circle during meditation. It was a clear autumn night, not too cold and very dry. As I mentally spoke to my deceased mother, invitingly, and with much love and longing in my heart, a gentle soft rain began to fall, this rain was very comforting upon me. I noticed that all the candles were burning brightly, seeming to have no ill effects from the steady rain that was falling. I looked up into the deep black sky, (cloudless) and noticed that the Moon was shining brightly, and there was a beautiful double ring, or halo around it. I felt as if my mother was there holding me in her arms, and gently weeping for the lost relationship, that we might have shared, if she had lived. I was 9 years old when she passed into the next reality. I was 42 years old when this happened. I was in no way frightened, or disturbed. Moments after this experience occurred, the light rain stopped, and I felt a slow departure of the presence that had just comforted me in such a loving way.

 

I feel a rush of cold air; something will brush against my neck.

 

I have had many experiences with communication with the dead since I was a very young child. What I originally thought (in later years) were my "imaginary friends" turned out to be the souls of two young girls that had been buried in a nearby yard that was once a family burial area on their land.

 

I have seen the spirit of my tomcat on the day he died. When I was commuting in a train, some 50 miles from my home, suddenly the cat was sitting on my lap.

 

Spiritual not Religious

I've heard a voice in my head saying "stop" or "watch it" to help me avoid car accidents.

 

They appear before me like a hologram in my mind, meaning, they aren't in the airspace in front of me, they are like a memory that they have been there. Then we converse, like the living. No big deal.

 

No!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Yes, all the time, my spirit guide is with me everyday and someone is coming to me in my dreams nearly every night with messages for others.

 

Since I was a child I have seen and felt things that are not of this realm. I could fill much more than this page of my experiences. I know that I am psychically connected to a life beyond our own and I have learnt how to channel it appropriately. I am very comfortable with my spiritualism.

 

Never. I wish.

 

I was asleep one night after my mother died and having a rough time. I woke up with a feeling like when someone brushes you hair back. I responded with "Thank You Mom," cause somehow I knew it was her.

 

My last experience was with my deceased Father-in-law. I was in his house packing items, feeling sad, as I look at his collectibles, when I was being mentally fed these jokes and situations he had in his life, I was next laughing like crazy and speaking out loud to him as if he was there.

 

It is as normal to me as talking to a living person.

 

My father-in-law communicated with me in a dream and helped me recover $400 I thought was lost. My grandmother communicated with me when I was play Czeck Christmas carols. My cousin communicated with me through a psychic.

 

My loved ones who have passed on speak to me when I seem to need their encouragement.

 

One Monday morning I was sitting in a meeting at work holding a pen loosely in my hand ready to take notes when someone gently took my hand and began writing. A family had been involved in a multi-car crash on a motorway and all had been killed that weekend. The mother and two children were ready to pass to the light, however the father did not wish to leave. It turned out that before the crash he had been having an affair and was going to leave his wife and children. He now wished to stay earthbound to be near his lover. They passed on, he stayed in this dimension. Nobody can be forced to leave.

 

Only when I have a question or when I feel so lonely, I feel my husband's hand, arm, hug. Other than than that I've told him not to rattle chains or even try to scare me.

 

After my 7-year-old nephew was killed, toys in our home were playing by themselves.

 

When my son completed suicide, the paramedics would not let me hug him before they took his body away. My grief was unbearable. About 3 or 4 months after he died, I met him in my dreams and told him I didn't think I was going to make it. That regret of not just doing it, instead of listening to someone else, was killing me. One gets to hug their child when it is born, why not when they die? He replied "I'm here now, Mom. Hug me now." So I did and kissed him on the top of the head. I truly believe that experience helped me to continue on my healing journey.

 

I felt other souls were darting in and out of my chest cavity. It didn't hurt, it felt like I was on a roller coaster dropping straight down to the bottom. I felt very strong emotions of sorrow, despair and like they wanted me to help get them out. It was like they were stuck in between dimensions.

 

Yes. you just call their name and if they are not busy they will reply.

 

I have been in conversation with a 17-year-old girl who was murdered May 2004. The best way for me to sort out what she says to me is for me to type at my computer. I have about thirty pages of conversations with her. Her mother and I have become close and her mother is grateful for the communication. The girl began speaking to me shortly after her death, wanting me to talk to her mother. I did so. But we are still in communication; we've become friends of a sort.

 

It's more like a voice in my head--when I ask for guidance from angels, guardians and guides, I sometimes hear the answer in my head.

 

I was about to move with my sons 200 miles away from my family because of my job & boyfriend. One night on the way home from looking for a house in the area I was moving to, I smelt Ben Gay in the car with me. I opened the windows and it didn't go away. My Grandmother stayed with us at night and she always put on Ben Gay at bedtime. So I recognized the smell. A few days later I had spent the night with a friend, in the area I was moving to, and I woke up to smell & then see Grandmaw sitting on my bed beside me. "She said, "Go home." Then she was gone. But on the bed was a perfect indentation where someone had been sitting. I got up, dressed, quit my job, called and turned down the house (I was scheduled to sign the lease on that same day) and came home. I've never seen her again but when I'm about to make a bad decision sometimes I smell her Ben Gay.

 

Touch on the head. Scalp tingling when certain music is played. Sounds in the night. Dreams that persist in memory. Objects appear at times that are coincidental with thoughts. Voice speaking in next room. Some incidents of coldness connected with certain places.

 

I believe the communication between the living and the dead may be as simple as hearing your answer in the words of the next song you hear, words on a billboard, in a newspaper, or the utterances of a stranger on the street. We only need to listen and look for the answers and not expect to hear the exact "voice" of a person who has passed on.

 

My best friend died on November 17, 2004 and I asked for a sign. I got two signs but on December 5th as I was dreaming I felt someone touch me. It was as if the hand of God had touched me. It felt like pure love. I awoke and I could still feel the hand still patting my head. The feeling was of love and awe. Joy flooded my body and soul and removed some of the darkness of her death.

 

Yes, My Great-Grandfather came to me to say good bye the night he died, when I was 13 years old.

 

The sensation was one of comfort, of letting me know I was not alone, of support.

 

Atheist/Agnostic

Had a dream of my brother after he had committed suicide. He was at the end of a road at night and after I came up to him and saw that it was truly him, we hugged and he told me that he was so sorry for the hurt he was causing our family.

 

Just warnings or prediction to avoid or go forward in a situation. Cold breeze, hair on neck rises and I see image of future event but only of very close friend or family members. Situations are usually only up to 30 days in future. In crisis, physical or emotional, an angel type vision appears in my eyes when closed, she is near a waterfall and helps me think of a solution or way to get help.

 

I died in July of 2000. I was dead for over 10 minutes. I've been there and back. There is NO THERE. When you are dead, you are DEAD, period!

 

I sometimes capture faces in my pictures. I don't know what they are, but they aren't the faces of living humans. These are not so-called "orbs," but are instead faces that seem to be looking directly into the camera. Is this an attempt at communication? I don't know, but it is freaky.

 

Yes--my dad appeared in front of me and said "It's all right now, i feel fine, you don't have to worry about me anymore." He looked young and happy, and had died in hospital around the time I saw him.

 

I saw, in a clear dream, a woman being murdered. I told my husband details of the dream in the morning. Later in the day, that very same murder was announced on the TV in the area where I lived. Another dream, I saw missing teenagers under water. A month later, their car was discovered near the dock I had once seen. Further, two children were missing in Mass. When I spoke to my daughter in Mass, she described what they looked like (their mother was our daughter's friend.) I said I saw them in a marshy area inside a sewer pipe; their bodies were found inside a large pipe in a marshy meadow. Their father had murdered them. I've seen a missing baby girl in a dream and told the police they should look for her in a "gingerbread house in the attic." The child has never been found but I believe she was abducted & is alive and well.

 

No, the idea is ridiculous.