Deceased visits, do you have them?
Do you have strange visits from the deceased?
Have you had experiences with your deceased loved one that might make many people uncomfortable? In fact, those experiences are probably not your usual topic of conversation. You probably believe others will think you are crazy if you talk about them. But, if you had those experiences like I have you do want to talk about them. You feel like a balloon ready to burst because you stifle yourself.
What am I referring to?
I am referring to strange, unexplained connections or visits from your deceased loved ones. They could occur anywhere at anytime. My husband Steve died by suicide in 2005. Since that time I have had encounters with him. I have learned that he will not visit me or give me a sign of his presence unless I am in a good emotional state. Therefore, I knew I could’t be stuck in grief!
There is always something to learn!
I learned from Steve that I couldn’t force dreams or signs from him. They happen when they do and I am grateful for each and every one. They keep us connected throughout time and space. I had one from him recently at a local theater (Acorn) in Michigan where I attended a rock concert. The band was Doors of Chicago. I know it sounds strange, but it fits with Steve’s existence while in the physical realm since he played guitar and loved the original Doors band. Steve was the one who introduced me to their music. Most of our time together was centered around music. When Steve and I traveled to France in 1998 it was our top priority to visit Jim Morrision’s grave at “Pere Lachaise” cemetery in Paris.
At the concert the first unusual event happened during the intermission. The singer named Rick disguised as Jim Morrison passed through the audience and I had a chance to get a picture with him. Second, I had a few minutes to speak with him and I told him that I had visited him, meaning the real Jim in the cemetery in Paris. It seemed strange that I told him, but I felt compelled. I spoke to him as if he was resurrected!
OK, you may say, no big deal. But the second weird thing happened when Rick was back on stage. He mentioned to the audience that if they wanted to visit him they should come to Paris at Pere Lachaise cemetery. That was strange don’t you think? He was talking about the dead! I believe we had an energetic connection since he told the audience what I mentioned to him.
The next strange thing occurred near the end of the concert. Chairs became available directly in front of the stage so I walked up to get a closer look. During the performance Jim Morrison (Rick) grabbed a look-a-like vest (Hollywood Bowl Vest) that Jim Morrison wore in his 1968 concert at the Hollywood Bowl and helped me slide into it. Wrapped in the vest I danced to the music. After the concert ended he called for the vest so I went up on stage to give it to him. I thanked him and gave him a hug. Well, that may not sound so strange to you either. But the fact is that before he presented the vest I sensed Steve’s presence. I often had my eyes closed as I rocked out to the music. But when I opened them I saw an image of Steve wearing his striped T-shirt and Jeans. His fingers rhythmically played slide guitar while he stood next to the real Jim Morrison back stage. I could see him plain as day. I swayed to the music, blinked a few times and felt transported to another dimension. The next blink they disappeared.
Hallucinating or not?
So you say, I must have been hallucinating and no, I wasn’t on any drugs. You could say I was imagining or dreaming. Perhaps, but I saw the image clear as day. It did not make me sad, instead I was happy that Steve was jamming with one of his idols. I saw them both resurrected!
Why do I say it was a visit from him? Because all those pre and post events were signs to let me know he was with me and wanted to make a connection. If I hadn’t had those signs then I may have thought that I was only imagining it. But all those events were the signs! I even recalled our visit to the cemetery where I watched Steve play the air guitar on Jim’s grave.
To make it all complete, after the concert I waited for Rick to come out so I could tell him about it. I didn’t care what he would think of me. He asked if I was on drugs because it sounded so far-fetched. I told him of the suicide and the signs during the concert. I explained my life is committed to help other survivors. He listened intently and when I finished he gave me a hug. I believe it was a ‘hug’ from Steve.
You may or may not believe my story and it doesn’t matter at all, because all that does is that it was my real experience. I write it so that you are not afraid to talk about yours. They do happen! Take them as a gift and share them with the world. I believe it will encourage someone!
Please fee free to share your own stories in the comments!
In love and light,
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