Strange happenings

[callbob]

I’m sure everybody has had one or more. This one has me thinking probably too much. Ok I think most know my wife passed from cancer June 28. Well a few weeks ago I found a liberty head dime on the floor by the table in the motorhome. I had just swept the floor and vacuumed the area rugs that day. A few weeks later, Charley the Jeep dog and I came home and there was a dime below the steps into said Moho. Did my laundry today and there was a dime in the bottom of the washing machine. I don’t carry change and rarely carry or pay with cash. Just wish the last two were silver Indian heads like the first one. Thinks that make you go hmmmmm.

 

[rrrr]

Take comfort from those finds. They happened for a reason.

 

[monkeyswrench]

I find that when stuff like this happens to me, it when things have been bearing down hard, and I'm at my wit's end. With Pops it's nickles...he'd play the nickle slots in Laughlin for hours, chatting with people. A whiff of exhaust, a certain scent...91 and nitrous, distinct if you've been around it...out of nowhere. Phrases rarely heard, spoken in the background by someone in a crowd.

We aren't ever alone, at least I refuse to believe it.

 

[bowtiejunkie]

I think that is a sign from your wife. My dad and step-mom were visiting recently and we started talking about her father. He passed 15 some years ago (he was a nice guy - I miss his stories!) and my step-mom mentioned after he passed she would randomly notice a penny places where she definitely didn't put there herself. She figured it must have been her dad. I'd never heard her tell the story until a month ago.

 

[callbob]

Take comfort from those finds. They happened for a reason.

This is how I think of it. I know she had a silver Indian headstones dime in her jewelry box, but don’t remember what happened to it and gave her jewelry to oldest daughter to spread out to granddaughters. She said the dime wasn’t there.

 

[Rajobigguy]

Perhaps when we look to the night sky that what we see are not really stars but rather they are small tares in the fabric of heaven where loved ones that have passed on look down on us, watch over us and guide us.
Your wife may be telling you that she is thinking of you and misses you.

 

[was thatguy]

I’m sure everybody has had one or more. This one has me thinking probably too much. Ok I think most know my wife passed from cancer June 28. Well a few weeks ago I found a liberty head dime on the floor by the table in the motorhome. I had just swept the floor and vacuumed the area rugs that day. A few weeks later, Charley the Jeep dog and I came home and there was a dime below the steps into said Moho. Did my laundry today and there was a dime in the bottom of the washing machine. I don’t carry change and rarely carry or pay with cash. Just wish the last two were silver Indian heads like the first one. Thinks that make you go hmmmmm.

It’s been over 6 years for me.
II would take a while to list everything that it seems Deb has done to announce herself.
I realize a lot of it is simply association on my part.
BUT…some of it is not.
Coins seem to be a popular thing.
37 years ago a very close friend, a guy I worked with at his shop, was killed in a car wreck. This guy was a VERY strong personality and presence in real life.
About 2 months after he died I was visited by him in my sleep. It was like a dream, but much more than a dream.
Me and another mutual friend were in the shop and he just walks right in the door. We were stunned and amazed.
He was all smiles and happy, said he only had a minute and just wanted to say bye. Then he walked out and shut the door and that was that.
I was in my late 20’s then, he was 34.
I told my other friend that was in the “dream” about it the next day and he said he had a similar experience that same night. So that was weird.
I had similar one off “dreams” two more times since then.
Once about a month after dad died, and once the night my brother died.
I’ve known a LOT of people who have died. But those 3 were the only ones I ever saw in a dreamlike occurrence.

But…with Debbie? Let’s just say it’s next level haunting!

If I posted all the things she seems to do they would show up in a white van and throw a net on me.

 

[Rayson1971]

Wife tells me it's spirits visiting. I tend to believe her. She's got that gift.

 

[gmnhra]

When my son passed at age 25, friend told me that he will come visit and leave a dime
I do not believe in this stuff but damn
the places I have found a dime are crazy and in places that only he would know to place one...

Makes me calm but sad every time

 

[was thatguy]

When my son passed at age 25, friend told me that he will come visit and leave a dime
I do not believe in this stuff but damn
the places I have found a dime are crazy and in places that only he would know to place one...

Makes me calm but sad every time

I’ve found that what we choose to “believe in” has absolutely no bearing on…well…anything.
It is whatever it is, and our beliefs do not influence realities, not in this world or in any other world.
We can observe it, fear it, embrace it, take comfort from it, or ignore it.
My choice is to observe it and at times take comfort from it. I mean, it’s there…so why not?

 

[rrrr]

37 years ago a very close friend, a guy I worked with at his shop, was killed in a car wreck. This guy was a VERY strong personality and presence in real life.
About 2 months after he died I was visited by him in my sleep. It was like a dream, but much more than a dream.

It's been 13 years since my Mom passed. A couple of years afterwards, I was standing in my bedroom, and Mom appeared near me. It really happened, she was there. She said a few things to me, and then faded away.

This wasn't an apparition. I can't explain it further, but I know she came to give me assurance she was OK and that she loved me.

 

[Ryphraph]

I am so sorry for your loss...

I lost my wife almost 7 years ago. When I find dimes, I know they're from from my late wife. They always seem to come at times when I need clarity.

 

[BabyRay]

Yes, I believe.

My daughter and her best friend were horse trainers. They were close, working together almost daily and talking on the phone regularly. Sadly, her friend died about three years ago, in a fall while jumping a horse. Soon, odd things started happening, such as the dump on the barn cart dumping on its own, or her garage door going up on its own. After months of many events like this, my daughter got upset and hollered at her deceased friend, telling her to stop. That was the last event.

I’ve told the story on here before about my wife getting a visit from my friend on the night he died, while I was traveling. Thing is, he was 150 miles away when he died, and he had already passed on when he visited, unbeknownst to her.

 

[jet496]

I’m sure everybody has had one or more. This one has me thinking probably too much. Ok I think most know my wife passed from cancer June 28. Well a few weeks ago I found a liberty head dime on the floor by the table in the motorhome. I had just swept the floor and vacuumed the area rugs that day. A few weeks later, Charley the Jeep dog and I came home and there was a dime below the steps into said Moho. Did my laundry today and there was a dime in the bottom of the washing machine. I don’t carry change and rarely carry or pay with cash. Just wish the last two were silver Indian heads like the first one. Thinks that make you go hmmmmm.

It's real. My wife, of 34 years, passed away June 27th of cancer & I was inundated with signs that she's doing just fine, same as that dime thing, especially the first 2 months. I won't go into it because some would think I'm crazy but my boys, her sister & few other family members witnessed the same. It warms my heart when the impossible signs pop up.

 

[stephenkatsea]

I truly believe I’ve been very fortunate to have experienced Divine Intervention. It happened. If it wasn’t DI, it sure worked at a critical, totally unexpected, never prior experienced, unbelievable moment. Many of my ship’s crew were there for that experience. We weren’t alone.

 

[OCMerrill]

In August of 2010 I was down in Dana Point Harbor preparing my good friends boat (before I became a partner) to head to the Long Beach Marine Stadium in the morning.
I get a phone call about 9:30 pm and my wife is telling me about my son being very upset and he MUST talk to me. All he could say is come home, something has happened and you need to come home now. He never directly told me why.

20 min later phone call from my step mother and I was shocked because they were flying to Maui with there best friends. She could not talk to me so BF Barry told me my Dad died on the airplane and they were diverted to San Francisco and just landed. MY SON KNEW. When I got home he was sound asleep and my wife said he was not sad at all when he hung up that call. The next morning we all got ready for the boat races and this skinny 7 year old kid said Grandpa wants you to enjoy the boat races.

I became a Boart partner some 14 1/2 years ago largely because of this very event.

Fast forward a year or so and my son barges in our bedroom door at nearly midnight and says Grandma's been robbed. What Grandma? I don't know he say's call them all.
You have to call now and he was basically yelling it. So I reach for the phone and it rings. Stepmother was robbed, shaken up pretty bad. MY SON KNEW.

So does the afterlife exist? You be the judge but I'm good with it 1 million %.

When people have loss here on RDP I often say they are everywhere they want to be. Talk to them and look for the little things.

 

[DILLIGAF]

I believe in these kind of events for sure. I have experienced a few in my life and I do try to just accept it and appreciate it.

 

[petie6464]

I have someone that finds pennies; As she calls them "Pennies from Heaven" they are from her dad. I was like uh ok, that's cool maybe so and it's cool when you find one..

Then- we are walking on my Ranch property, it's big and for the most part no one has been on much of it in decades, we are walking around bird watching and such in an area of the property I don't believe I've every been, we stop and are chatting she looks down. . Yep a penny looking right up at her...

 

[4Waters]

My first visit was in middle school from a friend that was killed in a car accident. She visited me in a dream but very vivid, like it happened in person. We talked for a minute, she told me she was OK but she told me to put my should harness on.

I couldn't for the life of me figure out what that meant. A few years later I figured it out. While getting in my 69 mustang I looked at the shoulder harness (in 69 it was a separate belt that was optional to put on) and said nope. Within 3 minutes I was getting out of a crashed car with an eye swollen shut and bleeding and my lip split open all from the steering wheel.

My 2nd visit was my buddies wife. Once again in a very vivid dream except I went to where she was, where she showed me how beautiful it was there and that she was ok, well her words were "If I knew it was like this I would have checked out sooner" she died after a very brutal and painful battle with cancer.

 

[was thatguy]

My first visit was in middle school from a friend that was killed in a car accident. She visited me in a dream but very vivid, like it happened in person. We talked for a minute, she told me she was OK but she told me to put my should harness on.

I couldn't for the life of me figure out what that meant. A few years later I figured it out. While getting in my 69 mustang I looked at the shoulder harness (in 69 it was a separate belt that was optional to put on) and said nope. Within 3 minutes I was getting out of a crashed car with an eye swollen shut and bleeding and my lip split open all from the steering wheel.

My 2nd visit was my buddies wife. Once again in a very vivid dream except I went to where she was, where she showed me how beautiful it was there and that she was ok, well her words were "If I knew it was like this I would have checked out sooner" she died after a very brutal and painful battle with cancer.

When Deb visits in my sleep now I usually become aware of being with her towards the point of me waking up.
I’ll suddenly know that I am talking with her. Typically sitting like on a bench located nowhere, or simply standing or walking together. It becomes clear that we’ve been talking a long time…far longer than when I finally realize it.
But it’s not the same Debbie. She looks the same kind of, and is affectionate…but she is like this omniscient being schooling me on life and such.
Not always, but those are the most vivid.
Sometimes she takes me to our old house. Or rather I’m compelled to go there in my dream.
I’m a fan of Sylvia Browns dream excersizes, and over the years have learned to steer my dreams, or more accurately to stay within a dream consciously and see where it leads. (Flying in dreams is a real blast!)
So often times we end up either on the property or even in the house and, again, it’s her leading it and showing me this or that.
The most recent time I was at the front door (in my dream) and explaining to the current owners why I needed to enter the house. They called the cops and I ended up hiding on the property in the dark until Debbie showed up and we went through the house looking at updates they had done.

In Sylvia Browns book she talks about visiting her childhood home in her sleep. She would dream about walking through the house and seeing the owners kids and stuff.
Then while she and her husband were once on a road trip they stopped at her childhood home. She knocked on the door and some kids answered the door and screamed “it’s the ghost, it’s the ghost!!” Lol
So I wonder…if I knock on the door in real life…will they recognize me??

I end up there a lot. Probably more than just simple association.

Edit: I realize that this all may sound crazy to most people, and posting these things is not something I’m real keen on doing. But the fact is that I never asked for any of this to happen.
Debbie was my 3rd wife. She was unlike any human being I’ve ever met. This isn’t me recalling imperfect grandiose thoughts of lost love, she was truly a one of a kind person, recognized as such by all her family and siblings, and pretty much anyone who ever met her.
How I ended up married to her is a mystery.
I think it had to do as much with saving me and any shred of morality left in me at that time, by being placed in a position of
“ok big shot punk…what are you going to do now?”
I learned what love, commitment, and responsibility was…what it really meant to care about someone above oneself.

Being entrusted with another persons life is one thing…but being entrusted with their death is quite another thing altogether.
I don’t remember all the things I did for her when she was dying. I only remember the 2-3 things I didn’t do.
Anyway, no more whiskey for me tonight.

 

[4Waters]

When Deb visits in my sleep now I usually become aware of being with her towards the point of me waking up.
I’ll suddenly know that I am talking with her. Typically sitting like on a bench located nowhere, or simply standing or walking together. It becomes clear that we’ve been talking a long time…far longer than when I finally realize it.
But it’s not the same Debbie. She looks the same kind of, and is affectionate…but she is like this omniscient being schooling me on life and such.
Not always, but those are the most vivid.
Sometimes she takes me to our old house. Or rather I’m compelled to go there in my dream.
I’m a fan of Sylvia Browns dream excersizes, and over the years have learned to steer my dreams, or more accurately to stay within a dream consciously and see where it leads. (Flying in dreams is a real blast!)
So often times we end up either on the property or even in the house and, again, it’s her leading it and showing me this or that.
The most recent time I was at the front door (in my dream) and explaining to the current owners why I needed to enter the house. They called the cops and I ended up hiding on the property in the dark until Debbie showed up and we went through the house looking at updates they had done.

In Sylvia Browns book she talks about visiting her childhood home in her sleep. She would dream about walking through the house and seeing the owners kids and stuff.
Then while she and her husband were once on a road trip they stopped at her childhood home. She knocked on the door and some kids answered the door and screamed “it’s the ghost, it’s the ghost!!” Lol
So I wonder…if I knock on the door in real life…will they recognize me??

I end up there a lot. Probably more than just simple association.

Edit: I realize that this all may sound crazy to most people, and posting these things is not something I’m real keen on doing. But the fact is that I never asked for any of this to happen.
Debbie was my 3rd wife. She was unlike any human being I’ve ever met. This isn’t me recalling imperfect grandiose thoughts of lost love, she was truly a one of a kind person, recognized as such by all her family and siblings, and pretty much anyone who ever met her.
How I ended up married to her is a mystery.
I think it had to do as much with saving me and any shred of morality left in me at that time, by being placed in a position of
“ok big shot punk…what are you going to do now?”
I learned what true love, commitment, and responsibility was…what it really meant to care about someone above oneself.

Being entrusted with another persons life is one thing…but being entrusted with their death is quite another thing altogether.
I don’t remember all the things I did for her when she was dying. I only remember the 2-3 things I didn’t do.
Anyway, no more whiskey for me tonight.

Thank you for sharing, I'm sure it was difficult

 

[OCMerrill]

IMO when people say with time you will get over the loss. That is 100% Bullshit.

You NEVER "get over it" you just learn how to go on without them. Deal with some memories here and there, wipe your eyes, and get back to the task at hand.

Having them visit you is just amazing. I have not felt the presence and thats likely my fault. However I have indeed recognised some Devine intervention here and there.

 

[jetboatperformance]

Being Clairvoyant is a "Gift" and a curse sometimes .....