Allison M ADCs
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I
had had a terrible car accident in January. Last time I had seen my friend was
October 31. I'd reached out asking her to join me and friends she did not know
at a cool small dance club with 80s music, costumed.
She had initially stated she would not come, was tired.
I then received a message near midnight from her stating she'd decided to
join. She showed up with a simple black outfit and ears, painted whiskers.
But - we were leaving, I was tired. She asked me to stay to chat. I told
her I was exhausted, let's get together soon. Oddly, she said that she would
stay there alone.
She had not told me but her cancer had returned.
We'd celebrated her remission, and she'd purchased a mustang convertible
to drive across country in. I
therefore had not seen her much, plus I was preoccupied with so much myself.
So, in January, I suffered from severe injuries after a car accident.
I didn't get a chance to see her and we hadn't spoken. Suddenly, in
April, I learned that she had died.
Her mother invited me to the funeral and burial. I was the only non family
member invited. There'd be a wake afterwards with others.
I
had to get gasoline and a little food for the wake first.
Yet, two blocks away from my home, I was overcome with an overwhelming
feeling that I'd forgotten something.
I didn't need anything other than my purse. I couldn't think of what it
was. Another block and the feeling
was so strong, it caused me to turn around and return home.
Once home, I walked from room to room of the one level home, and again a second
time, trying to recall what it was that I'd forgotten.
I then stopped at the doorway of my bedroom,
and stood there picking my brain about it. Then, something caught my eye.
I
saw something glimmer on my bed. I
walked over to see what it was. I didn't think it was what I'd forgotten, just
it was shining or bouncing so much light that It drew me inside my room to my
bedside. That is when I saw two
brand new shiny pennies center my pillows side by side.
And I immeditely thought OMG that's so typical!!!
My
friend loved crazy stories. She was
definitely a character and kooky.
That's why I liked spending time with her.
She made me laugh so hard at a story about one day meeting witches
running a candle and scents shop in her San Francisco neighborhood. She had a
stressful crazy roommate story that she'd been trying to get out of and was at a
loss. When she'd gone to look inside stores one day to avoid being home, she
somehow told the shopkeepers about her situation, and they divulged they were
witches. Next thing she knew, she
was consulting them and following their advice, including purchasing a large
bone from the butcher shop and traveling to train tracks to leave it there. 'I
was ready to try anything,' she had laughed.
I mean, she was hilarious!!!
Anyway, for the last 8 months I'd periodically found pennies at key moments
after my sister had died. I was
mostly thinking it was weird and not anything to read into, even though I was
beginning to keep them.
IT
WAS TOTALLY LIKE my friend to learn about this and say 'oh fun! I want to do
that also!'
The pennies on my pillows... first of all, no one else was home.
Secondly, the pillows AND comforter were fluffed, no indentation.
For them to have been there, someone would have had to get up onto the
bed. And I'd made my bed that
morning in underwear and a tank top - no pockets.
WTF!!!
I
took the pennies, then slipped them securely in my stockings under my dress.
The sensation that I'd forgotten something has dissipated.
I left again to go to my friend's funeral.
On
my way there, I stopped to get gasoline.
As I pulled out of the gas station, a car turned the corner at high
speeds (according to witnesses), accelerated hard, and inevitably t-boned me.
I was knocked unconscious, and stuck inside the car - with the other car
on driver's side..
I
think the only thing that I cannot shake about this story is that it wouldn't
make sense. Why would that occur if
it would cause me to later be in circumstances where I would be nearly killed
again?
Yet it was this event that led me to conclude the pennies were not my
imagination. Only other explanation would've been that I'd gone into some
psychotic state and trance and placed them there myself.
Which would've meant that I'd have to have pennies. I had pennies I'd
kept, but none of them were polished and brand new as these both were.
Also interestingly, once this event occurred, and once this had led me to
believe that my sister had something to do with the other pennies, I never again
came across a penny.
Was this experience difficult to express in words?
No
how real it was and how wonderful it was
Did you hear the deceased or hear something
associated with the deceased?
No
Describe what you heard, how clearly you heard it and what was
communicated:
Clear as anyone speaking to me face to face.
She addressed me as follows: 'Oh Ali.' told me to let go of the negative
thoughts I was having, and that 'life is beautiful.'
They were her wording from start to end, not mine.
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?
externally, outside of me.
It was very clear word for word. And not any wording I'd use in thoughts
or spoken to others.
If you heard a voice or sound, was it similar or dissimilar
from the voice or sound the deceased made when they were alive?
the exact same
Is there any possibility what you heard was from any other
source present in the surroundings at the time of your experience?
nope
Was there any possible impairment to your hearing at the time
of the experience?
nope
Did you feel a touch or experience any physical
contact from the deceased?
No
Did you see the deceased?
No
Did you smell a distinct smell, scent, fragrance
or odor associated with the deceased?
No
How long did the experience last?
a long time from deep
pull for me to return home to when I finally found the pennies
Was the beginning and end of the experience gradual or more sudden?
sudden the sensation I'd forgotten something, the rest gradual
Could you sense the emotions or mood of the deceased?
Yes
giddy, playful, determined
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 happened
Was the experience dream like in any way?
No
Describe in detail
your feelings/emotions during the experience:
I felt like laughing. I felt grateful. I think I may have said or thought 'thank
you' after
Was there any emotional healing in any way following the experience?
Uncertain
What was the best and worst part of your experience?
it was nice. Perhaps worst is that I no longer had penny experiences
associated to my sister :)
Has your life changed specifically as a result of
your experience?
No
Experience description 2770:
My
father's death was upsetting, even if my sister and I thought that it would
be best for him, and the hospice nurse agreed he was on borrowed time.
He was one of those who defied medical reason, had 9 lives, was
losing or had lost those capacities that would make him happy and proud.
He had coded 3 times in 2017, and skirted death many times
thereafter. As a nurse
specialized in emergency department and critical care transport, I assure
you that he defied much medical reason.
It reminded me of the movie Final Destination, and his periodic
attitudes reminded my sister of the knight in Monty Python 'Tis but a
scratch.'
We
had done most that we could to ensure a lovely end of life for him.
I'd modified my career to be on hand always for emergencies.
We'd played it in our minds how to pan things out in case of, and I'd
spent a year living with him part time recently.
He and we had one wish - that he die at home.
It was clear to me when I had rushed to hospital middle of the night
that THIS time he was nearing death.
It was the first time that I saw him mostly accepting and at peace
being in a hospital. He
neither tried to negotiate or use his MD authority on staff.
What was most upsetting, was that I'd left him to rest to rejoin my
puppy I'd left at his house prior to the visit.
I'd also spent most of the next day preparing for hospice stuff to be
moved from the assisted living he'd spent a few weeks at to his bedroom at
home. Less than half an hour
before his expected arrival, I received call from hospital that he had died.
'What the f-!' I'd replied.
Also unnerving was that it was taking a long time to transfer his body from
the hospital morgue to the funeral parlor.
We finally heard that his body had been transferred. I would not
think of that detail until later.
I
was not entirely comfortable sleeping in his bed.
My sister had gone to sleep before me in the other room.
I fell asleep, my 10 month old puppy was sleeping mid foot of the
bed. Both I and my dog were
woken by a violent single bang type noise to the right of the bed .
It sounded as if a a small but significant sized piece of concrete
had fallen directly to the ground from the ceiling.
It was so scary, I had a brief instant of not wanting to look.
Meanwhile, my dog was startled to her feet, barking, and obviously
scared/ nervous. She kept
barking and edging toward the side of the bed to peer to the ground.
I looked, there was nothing there.
There was significant light from the tv I'd left on to see.
I stayed on the bed, was leaving off to check under the bed, I
checked above and around. Nothing and no explanation.
It took awhile for my dog to settle down again.
I
interpreted possible anger? It
was not a good experience.
Especially - one of the things my sister my sister had said then, and since,
is she felt upset that she didn't feel the same way that she'd felt after
our step parents had died, or when our sister had died.
It was as if there was a void. Complete nothingness.
I agreed and still agree.
I've even felt mourning anger about it.
Neither one of us particularly felt or believed our prior deceased
loved ones were present or around.. but it is true the complete void or
absence of sensation was remarkable following our dad's death.
Oddly, when the event occurred, my sister didn't wake.
If it had not been the witnessed aspect and subsequent behavior ion
my puppy, I would have not believed
I
told my sister about it the next day.
She believed me. She said 'he may have been reenacting his fall!'
The beginning of the true end of his life had begin less than 6
months earlier, when he had fallen bedside to (ironically) pick up a button
he saw, so he wouldn't slip on it the next day.
He'd broken his hip, and spent many hours alone on the ground
attempting to get up to retrieve his phone.
He'd inevitably succeeded in pulling at the bedcovers until the phone
fell off the bed onto the ground next to him.
He called 911.
I
don't know. I do hope it was not
an expression of anger.
Just as before, ever since, it feels void-like.
Of anyone in the family I would have believed would attempt to show
presence if such possibilities exist, it would be my father.
He was of deep faith, and he also had a fun, take advantage of every
learning and new experience character.
He was also very applied and loving as a father.
Sorry, though. The event
occurred period. It scared my dog.
I don't know why it had occurred, but there was ZERO within the
immediate and surrounding realm to provide physical explanation.
Was this experience difficult to express in words?
No
Did you ONLY sense an awareness of presence of the
deceased without actually seeing, hearing, feeling or smelling them?
No
Did you hear the deceased or hear something
associated with the deceased?
Yes
Describe what you heard, how clearly you heard it and what was
communicated:
violent bang on ground within 1-2 feet of my body
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?
externally
If you heard a voice or sound, was it similar or dissimilar
from the voice or sound the deceased made when they were alive?
N/A - if my sister's
explanation would be the case, possibly since my father was obese at time of
fall
Is there any possibility what you heard was from any other
source present in the surroundings at the time of your experience?
nope, absolutely not
Was there any possible impairment to your hearing at the time
of the experience?
nope
Did you feel a touch or experience any physical
contact from the deceased?
No
Did you see the deceased?
No
Did you smell a distinct smell, scent, fragrance
or odor associated with the deceased?
No
How long did the experience last?
abrupt and short lived
aside from the time it took for my dog and me to calm down
Was the beginning and end of the experience gradual or more sudden?
sudden
Could you sense the emotions or mood of the deceased?
Uncertain
if it was linked to any anger, he certainly succeeded in expressing it
audibly. If not, no mood
Did the deceased give you information you did not previously know?
no
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:
dog as witness
Was the experience dream like in any way?
No
Describe in detail
your feelings/emotions during the experience:
terrified
Was there any emotional healing in any way following the experience?
No
What was the best and worst part of your experience?
both best and worst - that it happened to me, but not my sister also
Has your life changed specifically as a result of
your experience?
No
Experience description 2771:
An
absolutely mundane afternoon.
My sons were in their room, opposite end of apartment. I was seated
or laying on the couch of the living room.
Nothing to note or recall about the day.
Although, recalling this is causing me to recall how much I miss that
apartment. I had lived in France
for 19 years already. Life was
good, I was a single mother for 10 years. I had left a career in
multinational corporation management to pursue nursing, was three years into
my studies. I was not studying
when this occurred.
Suddenly, the television at opposite end of the room turned on but without
images, and the lights that were on in the home turned off.
I also don't recall how long the TV and lights had changed before
returning to normal. It was a
clear afternoon or evening. I
may have heard my sons call out temporarily about their own light.
I rose from the couch to check the TV.
All plugs were fine. I
thought, 'weird.' 20 minutes
later, my mother called me from California to announce that my step father
had died.
It
was expected. He was in home
hospice for 5 years, with so many times doctors would estimate 3-6 months to
live. He was provided excellent
round the clock care. We had
visited weeks or a month prior.
One one afternoon, I went to sit next to my step father bedside.
To fill time, I began to tell him about my first memories of him in
my life. How impressed I was
that he'd offered such expensive gifts to my mom, how I had felt my mom had
met someone who would take care of her or protect her.
Et cetera. When I was done chatting cheerfully about it, something
I'd never shared with him (we didn't have that type of relationship), he
said 'so that is my story?'
A
little later, or another conversation during that visit, I was seated
bedside and he asked me to tell someone to leave the room.
I asked him what he meant. He gestured to the very large room's
corner near the tall windows, saying there was a man there.
I looked over my left shoulder to check, more as reflex, because
obviously, there was no one there.
He wasn't febrile nor particularly end of life.
I
then borrowed from something my sister had once said to me 10 years prior to
respond to the weird statements he'd made.
(to explain, while I was pregnant with my first born, I woke and saw very
clearly a Native American appearing man shaking out a blanket to cover me. I
had screamed it was so scary. It
was so scary, I told my sister about it, saying I understand it's the
hormones and a dream, but it was so real, I still felt shaken up by it days
later. She had replied 'hmmm..
well, was the guy threatening?'
I said 'no, he was actually meditative and protective.'
I recalled how that question made me feel reassured and the
jitteriness I'd felt for days went away).
So, to my step father's statement, I replied by asking whether the man was
scary or mean, or if he was nice (I don't recall which words I used).
My step dad replied that he was nice, he had brown hair and wore
glasses. 'But I am not ready.'
he said.
Back to the weird electrical day, and the announcement of my step father's
death.. After hanging up with my mom, I went to my sons' room to tell them.
Immediately, they both replied nearly at the same time in the manner
kids can speak very simply, 'It was grandpa!' (mentioning the brief light
switch moment less than half hour prior.
Was this experience difficult to express in words?
No
Did you hear the deceased or hear something
associated with the deceased?
No
Did you feel a touch or experience any physical
contact from the deceased?
No
Did you see the deceased?
No
Did you smell a distinct smell, scent, fragrance
or odor associated with the deceased?
No
How long did the experience last?
it was very brief, but
longer than a few seconds. I had
the time to be off the couch to approach the TV before the TV shut off
again, and the lights went back on.
Was the beginning and end of the experience gradual or more sudden?
sudden. On and off.
Could you sense the emotions or mood of the deceased?
No
Did the deceased give you information you did not previously know?
no.
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 witnessed. There were zero electrical issues
in my home, and the tv would have gone to a channel. The few lights that
were on and had turned off were all plugged in different outlets. The
weather was perfect, no storm.
Was the experience dream like in any way?
No
Describe in detail
your feelings/emotions during the experience:
confused, not associating it at all to anyone or anything.
Was there any emotional healing in any way following the experience?
No
What was the best and worst part of your experience?
that my sons were witnesses to confirm
What emotions did you
feel during the experience?
convinced that it WAS him, in a brief instant saying goodbye.
For a brief moment in time, felt accepting, blasé, like in my sons'
attitudes. It was that, period.
Did not feel special. Did
to think anyone would believe me, but it did not matter.
Was the experience witnessed or experienced by others?
Yes
my two sons, who were aged 10 and 12 at the time.
Did you have any sense of altered space or time?
No
Did you have a sense of knowing, special
knowledge, universal order and/or purpose?
No
Did you become aware of future events?
No
Did you have any psychic, paranormal or other
special gifts following the experience that you did not have prior to the
experience?
No Response
Did you experience a separation of your
consciousness from your body?
No
Did you meet or see any other beings other than
the deceased?
No
Did you see a light?
No
Did any part of your experience seem to occur in a
place other than the location described above?
No
Have you shared this experience with others?
Yes
I do not think that they believed me,
or they did but there was not any strong reaction other than 'how weird..
maybe'
Have you shared this experience formally or informally with any other
researcher or web site?
No
Is there anything else you would
like to add regarding your experience?
no
Were there any associated medications or substances with the
potential to affect the experience?
No
Following the experience, have you had any other events in your life,
medications or substances which reproduced any part of the experience?
No
Did you ever in your life have a near-death experience, out of body
experience or other spiritual event?
Yes
when I was very sick as a kid, I recall seeing myself below me, then as if
moving to the room next to mine and seeing my mother sleeping below me,
as if an outer body experience?
I don't know if that was a true out of body experience.
I had a high fever and was sleeping/ dreaming.
I just recall telling my mom about it the next morning.
I'm not one to trend to the outer body/spiritual stuff. I cannot even
meditate :). I'd often been described as the pragmatic one in my family.
Did the questions asked and information you
provided accurately and comprehensively describe your experience?
Yes
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