Sandra S's DBV
My father was in the process of dying. He had been diagnosed with cancer four years earlier with a prognosis of living a maximum of two years per the doctors. But it had been four years. He always was an amazing warrior in life and now it was at an end. My dad was lying in bed thrashing from one side to the other. His heart was pounding so hard his chest shook. My brother sat on the left side of my dad and my sister at the right, I was seated at the foot of the bed with my right hand on his feet and we were all trying to comfort him during this turbulence. Suddenly I heard my name being called very clearly, Sandy, Sandy. It was a man's voice but didn't sound like my dad. It sounded like it was coming from a computerized place or a long hollow tunnel. It was being heard inside my head but not by anyone else in the room (verified later). I turned around as I suddenly felt it must be Dad calling me but the only thing was he was still on the bed going through the death process. I had turned to my right and as I turned back around my eyes glanced up toward the corner of the ceiling on my right and I saw a circle of mist hovering in the corner. The only way I can describe the circle is that it looks exactly like the Lucent Technologies circle on their sign, like a wide circle with kind of a tail escaping the circle but it wasn't red it was a hazy mist/fog. I have reviewed this in my mind a thousand times since his death and I think my dad's spirit had already left his body. It is like people who report watching the ambulance people working on them after an accident like they are above the body though the body is still living. I think my dad had left his body and called to me so I would know he wasn't suffering inside there any longer.
For months after his death our phone would ring and when myself or my husband would pick it up and say hello there was no response. Just complete silence with no static, no dial tone, no hang up. My husband began cussing out the other end of the line thinking it was a prankster but I finally told him to stop as I had heard of this phenomena somewhere and it might be dad calling to let us know he is still around. Then around this time at our own home, our little male Maltese who my dad loved to pieces, would look up and bark into the air. Run around the house barking and jumping into the air. I took pictures of him carrying on and on the pictures are globes of white light over his head. I have shown the pictures to several people over the years with varying comments usually oh, it's probably just the film. But the rest of the pictures on the same roll didn't have the globes of light.
hear the deceased or hear something associated with the deceased?
Describe what you heard, how clearly you heard it and what was communicated: Just my name being called.
Did the voice or sound seem to originate externally or outside of you, inside you, or did you not hear a voice or sound, but had a sense of knowing what was communicated? I heard the voice in my head but not through my ears. It seemed to be coming from a long tunnel or sounded computerized.
If you heard a voice or sound, was it similar or dissimilar from the voice or sound the deceased made when they were alive? Didn;t sound like my dad's voice though it was definitely male sounding.
Is there any possibility what you heard was from any other source present in the surroundings at the time of your experience? NO.
Was there any possible impairment to your hearing at the time of the experience? No.
Did you feel a touch or experience any physical contact from the deceased? No
Is there any possibility what you felt was from any other source present in the surroundings at the time of your experience? No.
Did you see the deceased? Uncertain Just the circle of mist in the corner of the ceiling.
Is there any possibility what you saw was from any other source present in the surroundings at the time of your experience? No.
Did you smell a distinct smell, scent, fragrance or odor associated with the deceased? No
How long did the experience last? A moment.
Could you sense the emotions or mood of the deceased? Uncertain
How do you currently view the reality of your experience? Experience was definitely real
Please explain why you view the reality of your experience as real or not real: It was something I experienced so it was real to me.
Was the experience dream like in any way? No
Describe in detail your feelings/emotions during the experience: Wishing I could help my dad and get this over with. I had told him days before that we would all be ok but would miss him every day. But that it was ok if he needed to get on with new things. But, now he was dying and I was having to be strong to not let him down. I was internally in turmoil but externally the picture of a strong woman. I felt comforted when I saw the mist circle after my name was called. I even smiled at the mist circle and squeezed my eyes shut for a moment to let him know the message was received!
What emotions did you feel during the experience? Wonderment.
Was the experience witnessed or experienced by others? No
Were there any associated medications or substances with the potential to affect the experience? No
Did you ever in your life have a near-death experience, out of body experience or other spiritual event? Yes
In my twenties. I laid down in the middle of the afternoon one day to take a nap. Next I realized I was in the corner of the bedroom watching myself sleeping. I felt like I was occupying a space of complete ecstasy. I felt completely separate and even uncaring for my body like it was a piece of old furniture. After a little time I began to think I had better go back. The moment I thought it I entered my solar plexus area and actually heard a click when I got back in. No light, no spirits were around me just a separation then re-enter. I thought of the experience over the years and smile at how nice it felt.
Did the questions asked and information you provided accurately and comprehensively describe your experience? Yes
Please offer any suggestions you may have to improve this questionnaire. Too long and repetitive.