The most interesting messages taken from our Friends' Boards,
Choosing Life - For a bereaved parent
From: Anil
Date: Saturday, January 05, 2002 11:38 AM ET
I was going through past articles on my PC. One from TCF that
gave me inspiration is as below: --
Choosing Life
"It will never be the same. Never." As a bereaved
parent, you have often heard or said these words to express
griefs profound feelings of sorrow and disorientation. Your
life has suddenly taken an unexpected course that appears both
uncharted and endless. Bewildered, you vainly search for pathways
back to your former life, until you confront the reality that
there is no way back. Your child is dead forever. It is then that
you may say,"
never the same."
This is the aspect of grief that Simon Stephens calls "The
Valley of the Shadow." It is that very long time between the
death of your child and your reinvestment in life. Between. It is
not supposed to be a permanent resting place. Although some
people do take up residence in the valley, it is a transition
from the death of your child to life with renewed purpose.
The key to this transition is yourself. You must choose between
life and the valley. You and only you can decide. And you must
make that decision again and again, each day.
Giving in to the hopelessness of the valley is tempting.
Choosing to move on toward life requires a great deal of work.
You must struggle with the pain of grief in order to resolve it.
It is a daily struggle full of tears, anger, guilt and
self-doubt, but it is the only alternative to surrendering
yourself to the valley.
Little by little you choose to move on. Little by little you
progress toward the other side of the valley. It takes a very
long time, far longer than your friends or relatives suspected.
Far longer than you had believed even prayed that
it would be. When one day you find yourself able to do more than
choose merely to live but also how to live, you will know you are
leaving the valley of the shadow. There will still be more work
to do, more struggle and choosing. The valley, however, stretches
behind rather than in front of you.
When you have resolved your grief by reinvesting in life, you
will be able to realize that nothing is ever "the
same." Life is change. We would not have it be otherwise,
for that is the valley of the shadow. Change has the promise of
beginning and the excitement of discovery.
Life is never the same. Life is change. Choose life!
To:
angela uk Re: Scientific method.+videocamADC
From:
CLAUDIO Date: Friday, December 14, 2001 7:07 AM ET
Hi, Angela. I totally agree with you, Mankind doesn't know the
"golden middle" AKA a right path between two extreme
points of view. Religions can bring people to madness and also
skepticism is a kind of religion. We must keep an open mind
observing everything in this world and trying to explain the
odds. Acting so we can progress, otherwhise we would still think
that Earth is flat and sun turns around it! I'm aware that many
Doctors are changing their minds as well as myself, 'cause modern
tech is not enough to care people. We need also Love and
understanding of their Spiritual problems to care them better.
Now my NEW ADC. Last Friday I had another sign from my Son: my
video-cam went on and off TWICE by itself (it was on the table
and disconnected from the power supply and/or from other
electrical equipments). I asked a professional cameramen how it
could have happened and he told me that's impossible. I tried to
shake it but nothing happened....no bad contacts within the
camera. How can you explain this without thinking of a paranormal
phoenomenon? At this time I think that was a sign from Nicola: he
uses to send me these ADCs when I take a trip, eventually I and
my wife were leaving to Bari where I had a lecture at a Congress
of Parapsychology and was very worried by bad weather. Much
L,L&S Claudio
Sunday
Event.
From:
Michelle Date: Tuesday, October 30, 2001 12:26 PM ET
I decorate for a hotel here where I live, My girlfriend works
there and the owner we are very close to her as well. Well she
called me that morning to ask if we would go to this benefit
dinner and show that the seats cost them $500.00 and they didn't
have anyone to fill them. So my husband and I agreed to go. I
just felt so blessed they picked us to fill them. Well we got
there and the first speaker went up through salads. We weren't
really paying to much attention I guess. Then the show started
and we were eating dinner by now. Then in between the
entertainment this lady came up to tell her story of why the
Hospital St. Judes's meant so much to her. Her story was
identical to ours besides we went to 2 different hospitals with
our sons. Her son had Euwing Sarcoma (rare bone disease) so did
ours. Her son had to endure all the pain of it as our son did
too. There was an 80 percent chance that they would live through
it and grow up to be old. Well her son made it through it and
ours didn't. We had been told at the hospital that they were
using 1960's technology that there was any other to use. We
believed then, how could they have been wrong we thought. It's a
good children hospital with lots of success stories. My girl
friend wanted me to meet the family. I thought ok not thinking
about it in detail but when I talk to the mother all I could say
was it great your son made it. My son however wasn't as lucky. Oh
God I feel like we didn't do a good job now we went to the wrong
hospital for treatment. Then the tears just started. There were
people all around me standing in a crowd. I didn't want anyone to
know that it hurt so badly. I quickly grabbed at my tears to
catch them all so people would not want to be around me. I didn't
want anyone feeling bad that they called us to go with them. I
quickly regained myself and went back to sit down. Knowone really
knew besides the people I hoped. They said to me that you did the
best that you could. That wasn't a bad job. Normally I would have
told them of my daily contact with my son. I guess it just hit me
to close to home with the story's being the same except for the
endings. I normally would have been fine. It hit my husband the
same way he wished we didn't say yes to going with them to this.
He is normally the sand and I am the rock. Today it was different
we switched roles and I had a tittle wave of tears just wash me
away. It's been 2 years now my son has passed but I don't ever
think I will feel any different about our loss. Time can never
heal the hurt. I just tend to live in the future with my son a
part of my life daily we just can't see him and hold him the same
way cause he is not physical anymore. It's different but I
suppose we are blessed in some small way.
Hi, Michelle.
I'm sad at your loss but I can well understand your
"calvary" having lost my Child by a
"Rabdomyosarcoma" a rare tumor of the same group of
Ewing's Tumor (small cells sarcomas). I'm aware that we can help
ourselves sharing between each other, our ADC's and common
stories of grief . Don't worry about the wrong place to care your
Son: our destiny had been written before our birth and we can't
go against it.
I think that our Children suffered to help us to grow, but you
can read more about my thoughts on this topic, goin' to visit my
website at: http://web.tiscali.it/AMPUPAGE/english.htm
Much Love,Light and Serenity. Claudio (from Italy).
Judith,
do BEFORE Death Contacts exist?
From:
Claudio Date: Monday, October 15, 2001 11:43 AM ET
Hy Judith I think you would be interested on a new kind of
contacts, the BDC's....An italian amputated mother told me that
she saw her 20 y.o son in her bedroom (she's sure that it wasn't
a lucid dream) ONE MONTH AND HALF BEFORE HIS DEATH!!! She touched
him. hugged and then he asked her to sleep close to her. The day
after he was not at home (he was in an island for a long
vacation) where he came back two days after. Naturally he didn't
have memories of his "astral trip". If you're
interested on this odd happening, I can give you the address of
this woman, even if she doesn't speak English. Much Love,Light
& Serenity. Claudio.
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From:
Sera
Date: Tuesday, October 16, 2001 10:38 AM ET
To: Claudio Re: Claudio and BDCs/BDEs
Hi Claudio What an interesting case. I have read of these
accounts, but there seems to be very little work in this. I
wonder if this is also in the same category as 2 other
experiences. Firstly, the premonition of passing by a third
party. Some 3 weeks before my dad passed in Nov/2000, I instantly
knew he was not long for this world. I heard nothing, ..saw
nothing...but I had a vivid premonition that caused me more pain
than the day he actually passed. By the way, he was fit and
healthy the evening I had the premonition. Secondly, premonitions
by those about to pass over. My mum told me that dad said he was
told twice that he was about to be taken. Ditto a neighbour, and
many cases I have heard and read. The most dramatic was the case
told to me of a man whose deceased brother materialised in front
of him, and told him he would come to collect him the following
week. The next week, at the same minute, he died of a massive
stoke. His daughter told me that her dad's sighting had reduced
the family's concern about him. Closer to your topic Claudio, are
the cases that I have read in which before transition, the soul
seems to not have a strong hold in either place...here, or the
afterlife. This is a very interesting area, and I urge you to
consider writing a paper of this BDC/BDE. Peace and Gods
blessings Sera
Simultaneous
ADC's in two cars
From: Claudio - Sunday, September 23, 2001 4:20 PM ET
Dear Friends.
Today we went to give comfort and hope to a couple of new
"Amputated" Parents, they'd lost their 19 y.o. Son on
last Tuesday by a cardiac arrest. They were devastated by the
grief. I and Fran tried to help them telling about this website
and our own ADC's from Nick, but they were not much interested on
our accounts. As usual we pay that people may think that we're
nuts, even if we don't matter of their judgements. We try to give
them our hands with all the love we can, letting them free to
accept or not our help. All of a sudden one of their's relatives
began to talk: he had an incredible story to tell us. One year
after his dad's passing, in that very day, he was driving on the
highway when he and his wife felt a strong noise, like a rock
hitting the roof of their car. He stopped the car in the
emergency lane and went down, but nothing had happened, there
were no signs of impacts in the roof. Back home he received a
phone call from his brother who lives in Rome. He was very upset
'cause AT THE SAME HOUR HE TOO HAD EXPERIENCED THE SAME
PHOENOMENON!
We was very happy, having this gentleman given a big, unexpected
help to our "mission", our friends were very interested
'cause that story came from a good cousin of them and we planned
to visit them again in the future. Much Love,Light &
Serenity. Claudio.
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WTC
Survivor Saved by Deceased Grandmother
From: Pamela R. Date: Friday, September 14, 2001 5:09 PM ET
Barb Earp, in Farmington, N.M., waited all Tuesday night to hear
from her daughter, who worked in the World Trade Center. I
never slept Tuesday night and head about 4:00 a.m. that she was
OK, Earp wrote. She finally called me Wednesday
night. She had been on the 52nd floor of the second tower to be
hit. She did not have a clue as to what was going on. She says
her Grandmother (who is not living) took her by the
hand and drug her down 52 floors and then when they hit the
street they ran like hell. The building started to
collapse shortly thereafter.
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I have to share this...
From: Trish -
Wednesday, July 04, 2001 6:00 PM ET
My grandmother was ill and in the hospital. Just the day
before i had gone to see her ,and she reconized me and my two
children. She thought the world of her Great grandchildren. The
very next morning at 6:oo am my 5 year old daughter came into my
room to awake me. She said Mom grandma came to see me. She was a
beautiful light,and then she went into Cole's Room(my son) and
saw him and said good bye. Mom she is in heavean now. I told her
Candice don't be silly grandma is ill,but she has not passed
away,though she still insisted she saw her,and she said goodbye.
On my way to visit my mother who was very ill at the time i met
up with my other grandmother whom is still alive she said my
grandmother passsed away at 5:45am. I was shocked!! I turned to
my
daughter and she said i told you i saw grandma.....She saw her
only 15 minutes after she had passed.....
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PREMONITIONS AND ADC's
To: Lisa Meyler
- Wednesday, June 20, 2001 7:23 AM ET
Re: Looking for ADC experiencers to share their ADC in book
FROM:Mark and Suzanne Kuhn
The
afternoon of Friday, 10 November 2000, the pediatrician
hospitalized our third child, 8-year-old Emily, because she was
becoming dehydrated from vomiting associated with strep throat.
Her condition worsened in the evening when she vomited some
blood, but the nurse was not concerned because Emily did not have
a fever. I, on the other hand, was worried sick, because five
months earlier I had been given a premonition while in prayerful
meditation that I would lose one of my four children. On 29
September, Emily told some of her friends while at school that
something was wrong with her and that she would die. She repeated
her premonition to her older brother and me in mid-October,
adding the fact that she was 8 and in the second grade, just like
our good friends daughter Caitlin, who had died in 1996 of
cancer. On 1 November, Caitlins mother Diane awoke from a
troubling dream, in which she saw a young girl getting on a
school bus full of sick children. She tried to stop the girl from
getting on, but the driver told her that the little girl had a
brain tumor and needed to go home to heaven. Diane only told her
husband about the dream, wondering what it was about. On 7
November, Emily was still asleep at 7 AM when she began
screaming. Her older sister and I came running to find out what
was the matter. She was standing beside her bed, but not yet
awake, and as we tried to rouse her, she said, Stop them!
Everyones on board and theyre leaving without
me! In retrospect, we wonder if she had had a dream about a
bus coming for her that morning, because 92 hours later, the bus
came back.
Back to Friday evening, I took the boys down to the hospital to
see their mother and sister. I tried to read a story to my
daughter, but she asked me to stop in a few minutes because it
was making her sicker. After my wife took the boys home to put
them to bed, I knelt beside Emilys bed while her eyes were
closed, and began to cry. She looked up at me and told me stop,
because if I didnt, she would have to ask me to leave. I
told Emily that I was crying because I was worried and I loved
her. She said these last words to me: Dad, you know that I
love you and Mommy. My wife returned at 10 PM, and being
the optimist that had always complemented the pessimist in me,
she tried to reassure me that everything would be OK. I went home
at 11 PM and slept in my wifes spot on the bed, right next
to the phone, as I fully expected to get a call.
At 2:45 AM, the phone rang. When I answered it, my panicked wife
begged me to get to the hospital right away, as something was
terribly wrong with Emily. I threw on my clothes, crying out loud
to God not to take my baby, and quickly told my older daughter to
pray for her sister and keep an eye on her brothers. I raced to
the hospital, praying the rosary over the cell phone with my
wife. She explained that at 2:35 AM, she was awakened by
Emilys loud snoring, and decided to turn her over to stop
the noise. When she tried to rouse Emily, she was limp like a rag
doll, so she ran for the nurse. The nurse tried to calm my wife
by saying that Emily was probably just sound asleep, as she had
just taken her vital signs at 2:00 AM and all was in order. The
nurse came in, and in a minute sounded the alarm for the doctors
and emergency staff to assist her. Emilys blood pressure
was very low, and her breathing was shallow. By 3:00 AM, when I
arrived, Emily was on full life support, and arrangements were
made to transport her to the best hospital in Philadelphia. By 7
AM, a CAT scan at Childrens Hospital revealed the horrible
truth: Emily did indeed have a cancerous tumor on her brain stem,
which had herniated from the pressure. Her case was hopeless.
Emily remained on life support for more than day, as we had
elected to donate her organs for transplantation. On Sunday
morning, the physician in charge of her case said that her brain
activity had ceased and that final preparations were being made
for the surgery. My wife and I told him that Emily had been born
at 12:09 PM, and were wondering if he could make the death hour
the same. He lovingly smiled at us and said that he would see if
it could be arranged. It took a while to sign the authorization
papers and get the staff ready for surgery, and everything was
going slower than we had anticipated. By high noon, we were
wondering when we would be asked to say our last good-byes. While
we waited outside her room and the nurses finished their tasks,
an alarm sounded at 12:08. The nurse came out 30 seconds later to
get the doctor, urging him to come in because Emilys heart
had stopped. He rushed in and immediately did CPR to get the
heart restarted. He emerged a few minutes later with a grin and
said, Emily died at 12:09! He then asked us to
quickly say good-bye, as time was now precious for keeping her
organs in good shape for transplantation. As we see it, this was
our first ADC from Emily. Fortunately, even more were to follow
after her funeral on 16 November.
Around 5 AM on 20 November, our 12-year-old son Timothy had a
vivid dream. Minutes before, he imagined that he had walked
downstairs to the kitchen, where he found Emily sitting at the
table. She stood up and displayed herself to Timothy, saying to
him, Look, Tim, Im all better! The tumors
gone! Tim was overjoyed, and as he awakened, went running
to her room to talk to her more. He was devastated to see that no
one was in her bed, and he cried bitterly when he came to our
room to tell us what had happened. Knowing nothing about ADCs, we
told him that it was just a dream. Tim insisted that it was not
because it was so real, and our grief therapist told us a few
weeks later than Timothy had had a vision. Dreams are usually
full of weird imagery, she explained, and Timothy could rarely if
ever remember them when he woke up. His vision, on the other
hand, felt real and could be recalled in minute detail. Timothy
had one vision each month until Easter, and has been disappointed
that they have stopped since then.
Two days later, the day before Thanksgiving, I was feeling very
depressed and lonely, wondering what I would have to be thankful
for on our great American feast. At 1:30 PM, our friend Diane
stopped by unexpectedly for a visit. She stayed for three hours
and comforted me, as she knew all too well my grief. (Diane had
not only lost her 8-year-old Caitlin in 1996, but because of a
midwifes mistake, had just lost another daughter named Cara
in 2000.) Before leaving, she opened her purse to give us an
unbelievable surprise. While we wondering how we would pay for
the funeral, our church friends had gotten together and in one
weeks time collected enough money from other parishioners
(more than 10 thousand dollars) to pay for the entire funeral,
including the flowers, the cemetery plot and the tombstone! Just
one month earlier, Emily had discovered my wife in the kitchen
with tears in her eyes. Emily asked her what was wrong, and my
wife told her that my car repair bill was so expensive that she
didnt know how she was going to pay for it. (The bill had
cleaned out our emergency savings, incidentally.) Emily looked
worried, and asked her mother if we would lose the house. My wife
dried her tears and reassured Emily that the situation was not
that bad. We think that Emily somehow tugged hard on our
Lords sleeves, asking Him to inspire our friends to help,
knowing how preoccupied we would be with the funeral bill. But
Emily was not satisfied with just that incredible gesture. She
wanted to make us know that she was really alive and with us to
the bitter end.
On Sunday, 2 December, I told my wife that I still wanted to
decorate the house for Christmas despite the tragic loss of
Emily. Emily loved Christmas, and the year before, had excitedly
decorated the house with me. I was acutely aware that she was not
with me now to help. I opened the attic and found the bag that
holds the candles that we put in each window of the house. When I
took the bag out, I found inside a blue scroll and some other
papers, and wondered what they were. As I opened the scroll, I
fell on my bed, sobbing hysterically. It was a 1-meter banner
that Emily had made the year before, with big letters that read:
Have A Merry Christmas, Mom and Dad! At the end of
the banner, she had drawn a picture of herself beside us. I then
recalled that when I took the decorations down last January, she
came running up to me as I was ready to close the attic, and had
asked me store away the banner, as well as a chain of
colored-paper rings and four pictures that she had made to
decorate her own room. I was in a hurry and just stuffed them in
the bag to get them out of the way. I now held the priceless
treasures in my hands and wept bitterly for ten minutes before
going downstairs to show them to my wife. I was barely able to
continue the task of decorating the house because I was so upset,
but finally found the inner strength to go on. After putting the
candles in our bedroom windows, I moved on to Emilys room.
I carefully put the candle on her windowsill, connected it to an
extension cord, then put in an electric timer in the socket
beside her bed. I set the timer for 4:30 PM, then tested the
assembly. As I moved the timer to 4:30, it clicked on and the
candle was lit. I reset the timer and moved on to the next room.
By 4:00, all the candles were in place, and I decided to put the
strings of lights on the evergreen outside our front door. I
foolishly hung up the strings of lights without testing them
first. When I plugged them into the outside socket, they would
not go on. I checked to see if there was a missing bulb, but
everything looked fine. As I grew frustrated with those lights, I
began seeing the candles go on in the front windows. In five
minutes, all were on, except the one in Emilys room. After
waiting a few more minutes, I decided to check it out. The timer
had passed the 4:30 mark and was in the on position, so I checked
the switch on the candle itself. I turned it back and forth, but
the light would not go on. I then decided that the bulb must have
burned out, but the baby started to cry so I went to his room to
see what was the matter. I asked Timothy to change the bulb and
work on Emilys candle while I took care of little Alex. Tim
spent ten minutes working on it, but could not get it to light,
even after putting in a new bulb. By that time, I was so
frustrated that I went to the kitchen and told my wife that I had
been stupid to even think about decorating the house just three
weeks after losing a child. She lovingly told me to calm down,
and suggested that I go to the store to get new outside lights
and a candle for Emilys window. I reluctantly agreed, and
after getting the boys ready, backed the van out of the driveway.
Timothy then exclaimed, Look, Dad! He pointed to the
upstairs of the house, and there was Emilys candle, shining
brightly in the window! Having read accounts about ADCs, I am now
certain the Emily was just trying to prove to me that she was
still with us while the house was being decorated.
The morning of 12 December, the one-month anniversary of
Emilys death, our alarm clock went off as always at 4:50
AM. I turned to cuddle with my wife, and we began our Morning
Prayer. We prayed that God would graciously send us a sign that
Emily was OK, and we thanked him for his providence thus far in
our grief. After dinner that night, our friend Diane called us
with a trembling voice. She had awakened at 4:52 AM that morning,
hearing a little girls voice calling her name. The voice
then said to her, I wait for you in Happiness. Her
first inclination was to ask the voice if it was her daughter
Caitlin, and sensed a no. When she heard the phrase
again, Diane asked if was from Cara, and again sensed a
no. She then recalled that it was a month since Emily
had passed on, and immediately sensed from the voice that it was
Emily talking to her.
About a week later, my wife and the baby went grocery shopping.
My wife took about twenty minutes to unload the car and left the
back door open while she got the bags from the car. She closed
the door and took Alexander upstairs for his nap. When she came
downstairs, she started putting the food away, then was startled
by a sparrow that flew past her head. She grabbed a broom and
shooed it into the laundry room. She quickly closed the door
between the laundry room and the kitchen, then opened the outside
door and managed to get the sparrow out of the house. Though she
did not see the sparrow enter the house while unloading the car,
she imagined that it had hopped in while she was busy. However,
one week later, on 16 December, we had our first major snowstorm
of the year. I went outside to clear the walks and driveway,
while my boys were down in the basement playing contentedly. The
snow was high enough to cover the basement windows, and I spent
more than hour shoveling before coming inside for a break. As I
came through the laundry room door, I heard the boys shouting
down the basement. I asked what was the matter, and Timothy
cried, A sparrow just dive-bombed Alex and me! I
rushed downstairs and found the poor bird trembling with fright
in the corner of the basement. The basement door to the garage
was closed and locked. The windows were closed and covered with
snow, and there was no sign of footprints by them. By
Timothys account, the bird materialized out of nowhere. At
that point, I suddenly remembered that our funeral eulogy
included an account of how Emily had tried to save the life of a
dying bird, and how she had asked me to bury her little friend in
the backyard. Timothy had selected Saint Francis as his
confirmation patron in May 2000, and the sparrow is the symbol of
this compassionate saint. Furthermore, the gospel reminds us that
not even a sparrow falls to the ground without my Father
knowing; how much more then does He care for you? I was
convinced that Emily was sending us a sign, and told me wife my
theory. A few days later, her mother called to see how things
were going, then told my wife that a strange thing had happened
the day before. As she sat in their home office, a sparrow
suddenly flew through the doorway and circled around her. My wife
was absolutely astonished, as she had not mentioned the incident
to her mother. We have lived in our house for 16 years and my
parents-in-law in their house for 33 years, yet neither of us
ever had a bird come in before Emilys death. In January,
while my wife was depressed and washing dishes, she heard a
tapping from the window. She looked up from the sink and was
astonished to find a sparrow perched on the sill, tapping the
glass and peering in at her. Suzannes spirits immediately
lifted at the apparition, and she said hello to Emily. A month
later, our son Timothy was diagnosed with Lyme Disease (a serious
ailment caused by tick bites), and was unable to walk for almost
a week without crutches. As he lay on the family room couch,
feeling depressed by his illness, he suddenly heard tapping on
the porch door. He sat up, and there was another sparrow, tapping
on the glass of the door. Again, we have lived in our house for
16 years, and up to now, birds have never tapped on the windows!
The day after Christmas, we went to my parents-in-laws
house to celebrate the holiday. They live 100 km from our home,
so it is always a bit of an adventure for my children. Because of
Emilys death, they decided to open presents in a different
room this year, to make it less painful for her siblings and
cousin. My in-laws have always lavished gifts on their
grandchildren, and it was hard seeing nothing in the room for
Emily. About 8 PM, we loaded up the car with kids and their new
toys, and my sister-in-law got her sons things together and
also left for home. My mother-in-law set about cleaning up the
house for the second time that day, and on one coffee table,
discovered a new pink comb and brush, ideal for a little girl. My
mother-in-law is a meticulous person and knew precisely what she
had bought for each child and where she had placed the gifts.
Emily was the only little girl, as her sister was already 14½,
and the other grandchildren are boys. She was upset to find the
unexplained comb and brush, as she wanted no unnecessary
reminders that Emily was not with us. Before we went to bed, she
called us and her other children to see if someone had brought
them and forgotten them. None of us knew what she was talking
about, including the kids, and furthermore, we had not seen the
items over the course of the day. We have no idea of how and when
they materialized, but my mother-in-law has kept them as a
memento of the occasion.
On Saturday, 30 December, I did my weekly chore of watering the
houseplants. When she was five, Emily started helping me with
this task, and I loved having her tag along to assist me. One
older arrangement on our bedroom sill was doing very poorly, as
almost everything in it had died, and the two remaining plants
were not in good shape. As I watered the one plant (called a
snake plant in English), I noticed that for the first time in
many years it was sprouting a new leaf. Over the next few weeks,
the leaf grew well and yet another leaf appeared. I did not think
much about it until I started putting together the photographs of
Emilys life. There in the picture of the hospital room
where she and her mother had stayed when she was born was the
very arrangement that we had been sent eight years earlier by a
friend from church! While I had forgotten from where the plant
had come, Emily apparently had not. For me, the regeneration of
the plant has become symbolic of Emilys new life in Heaven.
These are but a sample of the ADCs we have received since the
sudden death of our beloved Emily. We have been particularly
blessed by the number and variety of communications that we have
received, and can only attribute this to our deep faith in God,
who has mercifully taken care of us these past seven months. As
we were cheated of the opportunity to say a real good-bye in the
flesh, God has seen to it that we receive alternative messages.
We are now sure that Emily is still alive and very much a part of
our family. We eagerly look forward to the day when we will be
reunited with her in Paradise.
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Mark
Vance's remarkable 'full physical' ADC
From:
Judy Guggenheim
Date: Monday, June 18, 2001 4:50 PM ET
Here is Mark's ADC, in his own words below. Mark is a captain for
a major American airline, as well as author of 'Flight of the
Forgotten,' which includes many ADC contacts from his uncle &
flight crew from the end of W. War II.
June
13, 2001
I thought about it for a while and finally decided to share this
one with all of you. I am not sharing it with anyone I know on
the airline for obvious reasons. It starts out a little boring,
but there is a point to what I'm about to relay. Maybe the fact
that today is the 56th anniversary of my uncle's crash has
something to do with my decision.
Last month I boarded the bus from the employee parking lot in
Charlotte to the airport terminal. There were only 3 other people
on the bus besides me, two in the very front and one in the
middle. I recognized the one in the middle and sat down across
from him. I thought it was a little strange that he stayed on the
bus when I got on at the first stop. Most people jump off at the
first stop no matter where they park. He had no suitcase and was
dressed to kill, so to speak. I recognized him as the check
airman that gave me my Initial Operating Experience on the MD-80
several years ago. In other words, we'd flown a four day trip
together. The bus eventually completed it's circuit of the
employee's parking lot. Two people got off and two people got on.
I remember thinking it was a little strange that
"George" was still on the bus, headed back to the
airport terminal since he was on the bus when I boarded it.
I called him by name, introduced myself and told him he'd given
me a IOE on the MD-80 several years ago. He just smiled and
nodded. I offered that I was flying the Airbus now and asked him
if he'd married the flight attendant he was dating when we flew
together. He smiled and offered a one word response,
"yes." I noticed he was dressed in very nice civilian
clothes and seemed to be wearing every piece of jewelry he owned.
His hair was perfect and his skin looked perfect to the point of
artificial. I remembering thinking he'd probably had a face lift
or some type of cosmetic surgery. He almost looked like a
mannequin.
I did almost all the talking on the short ride and when we got to
the terminal, I said "have a good one, George" and
turned to grab my suitcase and flight bag. When I turned back
around, George was gone, covering the 50 paces to the door and
disappearing. I remember thinking, boy, he's really in a hurry
and pretty spry for a guy in his mid fifties.
Here comes the weird part ...... On my last trip, the copilot was
reading the union blurb I always toss in the trash. They put
dearly departed pilots in the front, with a picture and a short
synopsis of their aviation career. I glanced across and saw
George's picture in the memorial section. I asked the copilot
what he died of and he said cancer. In response, I offered,
"Gee, I didn't even know he was sick. I talked to him on the
employee bus just last month."
The copilot looked at me curiously and replied, "Last
month?" Then, he showed me the dates on George's obituary.
He died in October 2000 and had indeed married the flight
attendant I'd asked about. Now, just in case you're wondering if
the whole thing is a mix up, I checked to confirm the date he
died. I've only been on the Airbus 2 months, and I specifically
remember telling George I was now "flying the bus." I
haven't got up the nerve to ask what he was buried in, but I'll
bet he was wearing a dark suit, had on all his jewelry and looked
better than he did when was alive ......
Mark
PS from
Judy: If you would like to email Mark Vance, here is his email
addy: MAV737007@aol.com
Mark's
book, "Flight of the Forgotten" is available at the ADC
Bookstore, under ADC selections.
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Paul McCartney's ADC Song! :)
From:
vickie : Sunday, February 11, 2001 7:51 PM ET
I saw Paul interviewed on television this week, and it was pretty
awesome to hear him admit that in "Let it Be", he is
NOT talking about The Virgin Mary when he sings,
"When
I find myself in times of trouble,
mother Mary comes to me...
speaking words of wisdom-
"LET IT BE!"
The Mary he is referring to is, in fact, HIS MOTHER, who like his
beloved wife Linda, also died from breast cancer, but when Paul
was in his early 20's, I think.
He did not elaborate beyond this on the subject. But I have to
SMILE and HOPE that if he hears from Linda, we may get a musical
proclaimation of that, as well!
Just thought this might be of interest to those hoping for an
ADC!
with the love that never ends, your sister vickie
NICE TO KNOW THAT "THE CUTEST BEATLE"
TURNED OUT TO BE SUCH A WONDERFULLY DECENT GUY,
DON'T YOU THINK? :)
with the love that never ends, your sister vickie (\O/)
-------------------------------
A friend shared this ADC with me (very cool one) ....
From:
Nicole : Friday, January 19, 2001 1:08 AM ET
I was
talking with a friend of mine tonight, and she was telling me
about a neighbor of hers that had died. Her family was friends
with him and his wife and the wife of the man who passed relayed
this story to my friend and her mother.
In this man's house, they had a clock radio in the kitchen that
was never used as a radio, but only for the benefit of the clock.
After the man had passed, it was a few days before the couple's
anniversay, and the woman was outside. When she went back inside
the radio was on and their wedding song was playing. Is that cool
or what? No one was home with this woman, and like I said, the
clock radio was never used as a radio but only as a clock.
I told my friend it had to be her husband wishing her a happy
anniversary from him and that he was still with her.
NOW, my question is, why do some spirits do something so
completely awesome like that and others don't? I wish every day
that something like that would happen so I would know my dad is
here with me, but nothing even remotely that concrete has ever
happened to me.
I can't understand this at all. Every night before I go to sleep
I ask for a sign, and nothing happens. In my darkest hour of
grief I beg for something to happen and nothing does. I'm about
to lose hope here.
Anyway, this message I guess is a combo of sharing a very
incredible adc and a question all wrapped in one.
Thanks for listening everyone,
Nicole
----------------------------
Paul McCartney Believes Linda's Spirit Lives On! :)
From:vickie:Tuesday,
May 01, 2001 9:44 PM ET
FROM
INFOBEAT.COM TODAY, 5/1/01
*** McCartney: Linda's spirit lives on
NEW YORK (AP) - Paul McCartney, who lost his wife Linda to breast
cancer in 1998, says he's comforted by thoughts that her spirit
lives on. "After Linda died, I think all of us in the family
would hear noises or see things and think 'That's Linda; that's
mom...' And I think in some ways, it's very comforting to think
she's still here," McCartney told ABC's "Good Morning
America" Monday.
McCartney said he has been compelled to write poetry since her
death, including a poem called "Her Spirit," in which
Linda's spirit visits him in the woods, in the form of a white
squirrel. "You don't know if it's true. But it's a great
thought. And it's an uplifting thought. So I allow myself to go
there," McCartney said.
McCartney recently published "Blackbird Singing," an
anthology of 48 poems and song lyrics that spans early memories
of Liverpool to the 1980 murder of Beatle John Lennon to the loss
of his wife. The ABC
interview is the first of a four-part discussion in which
McCartney discusses his marriage, children and his relationship
with Lennon.
______________________________________________________
An
interesting ADC, I think!!
From:
Carmen : Tuesday, October 03, 2000 1:50 AM ET
As I mentioned before, my son Michael crossed over 4 months ago.
He had a dog, a maltesse, that was his life. This loving little
white maltesse, named Jack, meant everything to him. I remember
one time Michael saying that Jack was his best friend and he knew
his feelings and that when he was sad Jack was there for him.
First of all Jack never slept with us. He always slept with
Michael. Ever since Michael crossed over Jack sleeps at the
bottom of my bed. I find this a bid strange since he was never
close to me. He has become attached to me. My 21 year old son
lives with me also.
Today, I decided to play a video I have of Michael singing a
song, one of his favorites, "You got a friend" by James
Taylor. As he was singing the song Jack started to back, I guess
because he was hearing his voice. There was noone else in the
house or at the door. I picked Jack up and to my surprise he had
tears in his eyes. I could feel Michael's presence. I kept
looking at him and there were tears coming down his face. I
couldn't believe it! I played the video again just to make sure
of what I was experiencing and the same thing happened, he
started to bark at the sound of Michael's voice. I could tell he
was very sad! Has anyone had any experience like that before? I
would love to hear some comments!
With much LOVE, Carmen
"It's A Miracle!" Miracle :o) (Keep the Faith, People!)
From:
vickie : Saturday, September 02, 2000 11:03 PM ET
((((Friends))))))
Last night I saw AN ASTOUNDING "It's a Miracle!" show
that I have to share with you.
A little girl about 6 or 7 went to her policeman Daddy one
morning carrying his bullet proof vest, saying, "Daddy,
please wear this today!"
He resisted, saying that it was too hot and humid...that he'd
burn up. And besides, he did not have anything
"dangerous" on his roster of duties that day. But she
kept begging and pleading-VERY UNUSUAL IN SUCH A SMALL
CHILD....just standing there holding it up to him, asking nicely.
AND VERY CLEARLY REFUSING TO ACCEPT HIS "NO" REPLY!
LOLOL
Well, her persistence paid off. He finally relented, and put it
on. And to make a long story much, much shorter, he wound up in a
SHOOT OUT that day. And out of half a dozen or more officers, HE
WAS THE ONLY ONE SHOT! Bullets ripped into both arms, BUT BOUNCED
OFF OF THE VEST, RIGHT IN THE AREA OF HIS HEART!
Fortunately, the other officers were able to stop the bleeding
from the arms, and the officer was rushed to the hospital.
When the officer's wife picked up their little girl from school,
she calmly tried to tell her that her Daddy was in the hospital,
but that he was OK. And that they were going to see him.
The little girl looked up at her Mom (who had said NOTHING about
the details) and said, "Are his arms OK?"
Her Mom was taken aback at this-so much so that she did not know
what to think or say, so she just dropped it. (Enough other stuff
on her mind at the time.)
When she sees her Dad and that he is OK, the little girl shyly
says, "Daddy, if I tell you something, promise not to think
I am stupid?"
Her Dad said, "Honey, I would NEVER think you are stupid, no
matter what. What is it?"
SHE THEN PROCEEDED TO TELL HIM THAT THREE ANGELS HAD COME TO HER
IN HER ROOM THAT MORNING, AND TOLD HER TO MAKE HER DADDY PUT HIS
VEST ON BEFORE HE LEFT THE HOUSE!!! AND WHAT'S MORE, WHEN SHE WAS
AT SCHOOL, THE "MAIN ANGEL" APPEARED TO HER AGAIN AS
SHE WAS OUTSIDE ON THE PLAYGROUND, AND TOLD HER THAT HER DADDY
HAD BEEN SHOT IN THE ARMS, BUT THAT HE'D BE OK! (Which was why
she said hat she had to her Mom in the car!)
(\O/) (\O/) (\O/) (\O/) (\O/) (\O/) (\O/) (\O/) (\O/) (\O/) (\O/)
(\O/) (\O/) (\O/)
As they always do on this WONDERFUL show, they showed the REAL
family, and the little girl was SO INNOCENT, and yet SO MATTER OF
FACT....it just took my breath away!
But then, the Bible does say, "And a Child shall lead
them." (Meaning Jesus originally, of course. But as we each
carry God within us....I take this to mean that ALL CHILDREN have
the power to show us "grown ups" the way.....IF ONLY WE
WILL HEED THEM!)
I know one Daddy who is VERY GLAD his baby girl is SO FAITHFUL
and PERSISTENT!
Just thought we could all use A LITTLE GOOD NEWS TODAY!
with the love that never ends, your sister vickie
An
ADC I just wanted to share....
From:
Karen34 : Wednesday, August 30, 2000 5:24 PM ET
I am not sure if many of you remember the post I wrote when I
first came to this site. It was an experience my mother has been
claiming for years to be only a dream, but was more of a
realistic dream.
My grandmother had called my mother the night of my grandmothers
funeral, thanking her for taking care of my grandfather, and said
it was beautiful where she was, but could not tell my mother
where she was.
Anyhow, my mom just came over this afternoon to visit with me and
my daughter for the day (we live only 30 minutes away and usually
get together on weekends)
We chatted about some things, and she has always been a skeptic
on things. But today was really nice, we talked and I really
enjoyed the conversation, I learned from her just today that when
my grandmother was dying, she was very sick, couldn't keep a
thing down and was beginning to suffer. My grandmother remained
home but my mom and grandfather planned to take my grandmother to
the hospital the following day if her health didn't improve any.
My mother had prayed a little asking God that if my grandmothers
parents were there and could hear my mom, to please show my
grandmother the way to god so she does not suffer. The very next
morning, my mom and grandfather were in her room, I was too young
and my mom asked me to stay out of the room since my grandmother
had worsened overnight, you could hear her getting sick and
gasping. During this time my mom had mentioned that they needed
to call an ambulance. all the sudden, the air conditioner in the
window prayed a misty fog from each side of the air conditioner.
My mom said to my grandfather "what is that?" my
grandfather said "what?" she said "look behind
you!" he looked and said "oh I guess its just
moisture" he turned it down and back up again and it was
gone.
Within minutes of the mist from the air conditioner, my
grandmother (being blind) said "I can see!" and she was
gone.
My mother said she never discussed this with anyone since she
felt people would call her a freak or something, and knowing my
mom as she is, I never felt she would even think that the mist
would be a sign, but she did, infact, she said "I swear
Karen, that it was my mothers mom and dad who came for her as I
prayed for the day before, why would there be 2 mists coming out
of the air conditioner? and the air conditioner never did that
before".
You don't have to reply to this post, I just wanted to add to the
adc experiences. I do wonder if those mists really were my
grandmothers parents coming for her. I smiled as my mother told
me this, just another experience to add to the many shared here.
Truly amazing.
Thanks for letting me share. I also thank my mom for sharing
this, its been almost 23 years and this is the first I heard of
this part of her ADC.
Love to all
Karen
A
Tremendous ADC...
From:
Lori: Monday, August 21, 2000 9:20 AM ET
Hi
all...
It's been a while since I've written anything on this board...
things have been so busy around here! But my friend, Monica, had
a tremendous ADC and I thought reading about it might really make
someone's day. Please read it carefully since it's a little
technical... (she and I have been actively documenting ADC's for
the last two years)
Monica's husband, Everette, died two years ago (May 1998). They
had been married for 35 years and had a very rare kind of love.
When they first began dating, they had a special song "For
Your Love", by Ed Townshend. It was a private thing between
them which no one knew about, but throughout their married life,
they would often play this old song and slow dance to it in the
evenings at their beautiful home. Last year, Monica taped this
song and sent it to me, so I could share in and understand the
special meaning of this song for her and her husband.
Monica has had many ADC's from her Everette which have sustained
her over the last two years... but last month, she fell into some
serious depression and despair and sort of got to an all-time
low. She begged Everette to find a way to tell her that he truly
exists, that he is waiting for her, and loves her. Even more, of
late, she has asked if there is sex and married love on the Other
Side. She became very desperate to find out if this is so.
Four Sundays ago, Monica's car door locked itself (again) in the
early afternoon. This is a sign three of us have been getting
frequently of late. She was already very happy about this sign,
when she walked into her house and noticed that she had a message
waiting for her on her cell phone. When she dialed "1"
to get her answering service, she almost fell to the floor when
she heard the message..."One Voice Mail message at 6:07
p.m...." and started playing the song "For Your
Love". The song started on exactly the second stanza...
"for your kiss... I would go anywhere. I would go anywhere,
for your kiss." and played through the end of the song. 1
minute 55 seconds.
To believe and understand this ADC you would have to know Monica.
Only five people have her cell phone number. We have all sworn on
Bibles that we did not place that call. The song is almost
impossible to get because it is so old. The recording on her cell
phone is very old and scratchy.
Monica took her cell phone to AT&T to ask them to identify
the caller of this message. They assured her they could do so
easilly. After a day of work, they were all scratching their
heads... there was no caller id on this one phone call.
So she took her phone to a very established Private Investigator.
He listened to this message and said "This is something I do
everyday. I have security clearance at the phone company...
I"ll have that Caller ID number for you by tomorrow at the
latest." One week later he called her and said "This is
the darndest thing. I've got two of my men working on this, and
no one can find that call. WE've got your incomming calls before
that call, and after that call. But no caller at 6:07 p.m"
It has now been a month since that call and the PRivate
Investigator is still working on it. He said he will probably
have to refund Monica's money, because, for the first time in his
career, he cannot find the source of that call. He has one other
idea... which will still take a few days.
I believe that the song is a message from Everette, of course...
but also that there is a message within a message. That it
started on "For your kiss..." also answers her question
about romantic and sexual love. As these signs come in, I
continue to be amazed at the power of love in our lives, and the
way that love can transcend even death.
I wasn't going to share this ADC since it is so unbelievable and
also very personal to Monica. However, I can see that there are
so many grieving widows on this board, who might want to know
that their husbands are truly nearby. I hope this helps.
Love,
Lori
2 ADC's
From: Jeff
Frank: Sunday, August 06, 2000 12:48 AM ET
My wife
Debbie and myself want to thank all of you who have responded to
the post we made about
the Death of our Son and birth of our Grandson. I know many of
you have been thru similiar
experiences and it truly feels wonderful to have a group such as
yourselves to talk to. I found
this site the night i made my 1st post and i can tell you i felt
awkward to tell my ADC..i
actually didn't even know what ADC meant until after i posted on
August 3rd. Here are 2 incidents
i am confident are ADC's. The 1st happened the day our son was
killed. My wife myself and a few
family members went to see the vehicle our son was killed in. The
vehicle was the only thing we
could actually see, being our son was burned beyond
identification and we felt we needed to see
the last thing he was a part of before his death. As we were
looking at the vehicle my sister
in-law said she thought she saw a penny in the driver seat. I
could barely see anything in the
cockpit of the vehicle because of the severity of the accident.
Low and behold a "Penny" standing
end on end...not flat but end on end.."Heads facing me"
I pulled it out and said.."Look a Penny
and it's Heads up" I felt very happy at that moment..we all
did. I now have it taped to his
Graduation picture in our home.I taped it to his picture that
day. The 2nd was very Erie...my wife
just a few days back after the funeral was sobbing in our living
room...We have Harleys picture up
and in the picture we have standing up the cross that was put on
his casket just before he was
buried at the cemetary. We also have his Rosery from when he was
baptized hanging on the corner of
it. My wife was questioning if she told Harley she loved him
enough..and out of the blue she
says.."I wonder if GOD is punishing me for being a bad
mother" and at that instant the Cross fell
over on the picture and the rosery fell to the ground...WOW!..I
looked her right in the eye while
she was crying and said...now if that isn't a sign you were a
good MOTHER and hugged her. We both
didn't even know what ADC meant at that point. I don't mean to go
on and on but it sure feels good
to share these 2 ADC's with you all. I can tell you even though i
know our Son is in a better
place i still cried today after i got off of work. I guess it
will take some time to get over
this. I just miss him is all. Again thank you. God Bless you all.
Various
(withnessed) ADC's
From: Jeb : Monday, July 10, 2000 4:52 PM ET
I would like to share in and hopefully get some feed back on what
I feel are ADCs This has been driving me crazy now for over three
years since Hortencia a friend up and left without so much as a
goodby. Since than I have been getting everything from faint to
strong odors to hearing Banda, a type of Mexican music, a voice
calling out my name to doors opening, airconditioner turning on,
sometime after I had shut it off. To a medicinal smell followed
by three shrill buzzing noises. Some of these were witnessed by a
friend and my mother. Since I've been alive I have never once
have had anything strange happen to me until Hortencia left. I
believe whatever is going on is coming from her. She was one of
only two women that wore perfume. And the last gift I gave to her
was a bottle of Este Lauders beautiful. It all started with a
perfume smell coming from inside of my truck. Anyway the question
I have is this an ADC? And can someone who is still alive, be
able to do all that has happened in over three years? I'am really
not 100 percent certain that she has passed on. And enough time
has gone by now that there is no way for me to find out what
happened to my friend. I would appreciate any feed back on this
matter.
ANOTHER
ASTONISHING ADC FROM NICK/DAD!
FROM: Claudio Monday, July 31, 2000 7:06 PM ET
Do you remember the old cuchkoo clock ADC from Nick that Fran and
Lydia had two years ago? He started an old clock which needed to
be fixed, while I was out for the Congress and Fran and Lydia
were alone at home. Today it was Dad's B-Day, the first in
Heaven, Mum wanted to invite us to the restaurant to celebrate
his 91th B-day. During the dinner Mum told us that she wanted a
good sign from Dad.... Back home I went to my new study, Mum and
Fran came back home instead and, after 20 minutes, I too was back
home finding both them astonished.... THE OLD CLOCK WAS RUNNING
AGAIN by itself! No one (neiter the cat!) was there while we were
at the restaurant, they found out the clock running again! No
doubt that this is a sign from my Daddy who wanted his wife to
know that
he's OK in the Afterlife!!!
What's your thought?
Love, Light and Serenity. Claudio
REPLIES:
From: chickodee
Date: Tuesday,Fr August 01, 2000 4:44 PM ET
To: Claudio
Re: ANOTHER ADC FROM NICK&DAD!
Hello, Claudio!
My first impression, was how lovely!! It brought a smile to my
face!! Your parents undoubtedly
loved each-other very very much! Love to you.............
From: Pat
Date: Tuesday, August 01, 2000 9:52 AM ET
To: Claudio
Re: ANOTHER ADC FROM NICK&DAD!
Claudio, How wonderful for you and your family! Pat
From:Christine Marie Date: Tuesday, August 01, 2000 12:40 AM ET
To: Claudio Re: ANOTHER ADC FROM NICK&DAD!
Way to go Claudio. May God bless you and may you get many many
more visits.
Lovingly, Chris
From: AnnD
Date: Monday, July 31, 2000 10:26 PM ET
To: Claudio Re: ANOTHER ADC FROM NICK&DAD!
Great story! My inlaws have had a similar experience. They have
visited my son's grave almost
every day since his death. Not too long ago they bought a new car
whose clock didn't work. After
they read the instruction manual and couldn't get it to work they
decided they were going to have
to take the car back to the dealer. But when they went to the
cemetery and were leaving, their
clock started to work. They were excited, believing this was a
sign of ANdy's presence. The next
morning when they got in the car, the clock again wasn't working.
But as they left the cemetery
that day, it started working again.
From: Patricia Date: Monday, July 31, 2000 9:30 PM ET To:Claudio
Re: ANOTHER ADC FROM NICK&DAD!
Yes, this is really special! Loving doesn't stop -
and if we are receptive to asking for and receiving communication
- we may hear from our loved
ones. Love this particular story!
From: Jackie Date: Monday, July 31, 2000 9:26 PM ET To: Claudio
Re: ANOTHER ADC FROM NICK&DAD!
Oh Joy. I am happy for you and your family. Thank you for
sharing. Hugs to all, Jackie OUR LOVED ONES do indeed have thier
ways that they contac us. It is
wonderful news..... God Bless Us All!!!!!!
Re: NEW
"BY PROXY" ADC! (to Judith too!) (Click to read the
story)
From: JudithG
Date: Tuesday, July 18, 2000 5:11 PM ET
To:Claudio
Thanks again, Claudio, for alerting us to the ADC 'by proxy' type
of communication, where we are perhaps called upon by a deceased
person to 'intervene' on behalf of another, like a 'prompting'
without explanation. I am very interested in persuing this type
of event......thanks SO much for sharing another example
involving Fran.....so glad Fran followed her 'urge/prompt' to
visit her friend. No doubt an answer to a prayer for her friend.
Loving you, Judy
Priest Friend's Near Death Experience
(This one may seems to be out of topics, but I think it is very
amazing!)
From: AnnD
Date: Wednesday, July 12, 2000 10:56 AM ET
There was a 2 page article in our Saturday paper about the near
death experience of a good friend of mine, a priest who was in my
husband's high school class. It's a very long article , but I'll
try to condense it here because I think some of you will find it
interesting:
Following gallbladder surgery, Father Don was in a lot of pain
and not doing very well. He was later told that he
"coded" - that his heart stopped - twice in the
following hours. He was worked on for 2 hours in his room to
stabilize him enough to move him into intensive care.
Quote from the paper: "During those hours, Wolford believes
he got a glimpse of heavenly glory. 'I remember this bright
light', he said. 'It was just an amazing light, a magnificent
light and it was coming toward me. It was kind of gold on the
edges and bright white in the middle and it kind of surrounded
me. I remember feeling very calm, very peaceful, and I wasn't
hurting any more.' Wolford said he felt drawn to the light he saw
and he wanted to move into it. But he heard a voice behind him
saying, 'Fathr Don, hang on, keep breathing, you can make it.'The
voice belonged to one of the medical staff working with him. And
that voice, he said, called him back,. When he opened his eyes,
gasping for air, the pain was back...Wolford said he no longer
fears death because he did not expereince pain or fear during the
time he saw the light. As a priest, he finds it easier to comfort
bereaved families because he feels that he's 'been there.' 'Death
is just a doorway,' he said.'This journey we're on, on our way to
God, begins when we take our first breath on earth, and our
journey isn't complete until we take our last breath on earth and
our first in Heaven...Radiation oncologist, Jeffrey Long of
Tacoma, Wash. [who practiced medicine in our town from 1988-1991]
has studied near death expereinces for several years and has a
web-site devoted to accounts of those who have been through it.
(unfortunately our newspaper didn't print the name of the site)
Long said he has no doubt the expereinces are real. They are not
dreams or hallucinations. Part of the reason he believes that is
the dozens of people he has interviewed who have all had similar
expereinces. 'There's no medical reason, when you have cessation
of heart or lungs, that this should happen,' he said. 'Generally
when people approach death, they're in a confused state, losing
oxygen. Things shut down. But to have lucid experiences that are
so consistent among millions of people, that is medically
inexplicable.'
Long cited research by Dr. Michael Sabom, who studied 2 groups of
30 to 40 people each , all of whom had suffered cardiac arrest,
had been clinically dead, and been resusitatted. One group had
NDEs. The other did not. He asked both groups to describe the
resusitation effort. The group who had near death, out of body
experiences described the resusitation in precise detail, even
including readings on the monitor which couldn't have been seen
even if they had been conscious. The second group's description
sounded like what one sees on television and were completely
inaccurate. That's the kind of thing that made a believer out of
Long.
'It's real', he said. ' There's no shadow of a doubt and no
explanatin for the phenomenon that we can see...Afterward they
uniformly report that they no longer fear death and that they
have a new sense of purpose in life and greater peace and
serenity, with a desire to help others.There's no question (the
experience) touches people deeply'he said. 'The majority have
significant changes in their beliefs. And the number 1 word they
use to describe their feelings during the experience is LOVE'
"
My mom's clock ADC
From: Emily ;
Saturday, June 10, 2000 11:41 AM ET
My mom recently had a strange occurance last week. It involves
an old mantle clock that my grandmother bought during WWII in
England. This clock even survived through the bombings that blew
out my mother's childhood home windows. The clock was finally
given to my mom after her mother died. The last place it sat was
in a closet by by mom's washer and dryer.
Last week, my mom decided to dust it off and put it on her
fireplace mantle. My parents had just taken an old photograph of
my grandmother as a young girl and blew it up to a very big
picture to hang over the fireplace. My dad even added a spotlight
over it. My parents were watching tv when suddenly, that clock
started chiming! They both looked at each other wondering where
the noise was coming from! Then they realized it was the clock!
My mom didn't mention it to me until I was on the phone with her
and heard it going off in the background. Then she told me what
it was. She said this clock hadn't been wound up in years, and
only has one hand on it. She can't figure out how its still
working!
I told her that it must be Granny saying she likes her old clock
there on the mantle underneath her picture.The clock is still
working and goes off every hour,unwinded. I guess my Granny is
happy that her clock is out of the closet and being taken care
of.
My mother then mentioned to me that my grandfather had a special
clock that stopped the night that he died. I guess the spirit
world likes to use clocks as a way of giving us signs.
14
Phone Calls
From:
Lori : Wednesday, June 07, 2000 9:34 AM ET
I thought I'd share a wonderful ADC that happened two days
ago. My good friend and I trade stories of our signs, and we both
had great ones over the weekend.
On Monday she was feeling blue and decided to go to the beach and
talk to her deceased husband. She had just told me on the phone
"You know, an important anniversary is coming up in a few
days... we met on the 14th of June."
When she returned home, she had 14 phone calls waiting on her
answering machine. When she heard these calls, she called me
immediately and played them over the phone. "Lori... listen
to these messages." And so I listened to 14 phone messages
which began with the long beep of the answering machine, then a
"Tap... tap.... tap...." and a hang-up. Some were 3
minutes apart, some 2, and some were only 1 minute apart. They
were definitely NOT fax calls. In some there was a faint shuffle
or echo sound... they were not all the same.
I asked my friend to go check her Caller ID to find out where the
calls originated. She almost fainted when she saw 14 phone logs
from "Baptist Medical Hosptial". He was a doctor, and
Chief of Radiology at this hospital. This is where his main
office was, 3 years ago before he died. No one at Baptist Medical
has any knowledge of making these phone calls.
We think this is a wonderful sign... as it shows such ability to
think, plan and execute a successful communication. It affirms
for us the understanding that they are still very much the
same.... and continue to love.
A
Balloon.... and letting go....
Date:
Wednesday, June 07, 2000 9:56 AM ET
I was in Southern California this weekend, on vacation. It
seems these are the times when my beloved can get a word in
edgewise with me.... my house is so full of kids and busy-ness...
so I look forward to some private time to commune with Scott.
I had the rare opportunity to spend a night alone in my mother's
small house in Glendale on Saturday. She was away on a cruise. I
had previously sent her some flowers with a mylar balloon that
read "Happy Mothers Day" for Mothers' Day. When I got
to mom's house, I noticed that she still had the balloon,
partially inflated, hanging at half-mast in the far corner of the
living room. I thought "Oh, that must be the balloon the
florist attached to the bouquet I bought her." When I went
to bed, that balloon was sitting quietly in the corner of the
living room.
The following morning, I woke up and shuffled into the bathroom
in another part of the house. I was totally startled and jumped
back when I ran smack into that balloon, sort of half-hanging
above the toilet seat. It had "floated" across the
living room, made a right turn through the dining room, made a
sharp right turn down the hallway, another sharp left into the
bathroom, and another left around the door, around the wall, and
into the cubby where the toilet sits.
There was nothing except a thin ribbon attached to the balloon...
and it was only half-inflated... the ribbon sort of hung on the
floor. There is no central air in that house, no fans, no
heating, no windows open. No draft of any kind. This is a small,
older home with no vents. It was still as a tomb that night.
I took plenty of pictures of the balloon hanging over the
toilet... and then returned it to the living room. I watched the
balloon over the remaining several days I was at my moms... it
did not move an inch. I attempted to get it to move even a foot
with opening and shutting doors, turning on fans, etc... it would
not budge. I cannot conceive of a way that balloon could have
traveled clear across the house and navigated all the sharp turns
required to wind up where it did.
Another important point is... Scott used to make a big deal about
Mother's Day. It was, for some reason, the one day he did up
really big for me. I was sad this Mothers' Day that there was no
sign from him.
I checked this out (as I always do) with the sceptics of my
family. I asked a few others to observe this particular sign of
the balloon... my sister remembered exactly where the balloon had
been in the living room. When she saw it in mom's bathroom, her
final response was "I guess Lori it's time I admit that
Scott has been doing these things all along."
Cold
energy passed through me???????
FROM: Christi
Grimes: Saturday, June 03, 2000 1:45 PM ET
The night before my grandmother died at about 4:00 a.m. in the
morning I awoke out of a deep sleep with a cold energy sensation
going through me then out of me. As it left me I felt the most
incredible sensation of lightedness and peace within me. I
thought my grandmother had passed away but she had not yet. She
died of alzheimer's the day after Mother's Day this year. Has
anyone had such an experience or can anyone offer me what might
have happened???
FLOATING
SHOE BOX
FROM:TomF:Sunday, May 28, 2000 4:10 PM ET
My
beloved wife Susan went to heaven in July of 1999. With her
blessings via an ADC I married Annemarie in February. I have five
children Mark 18, Matt 16, Bernadette 13, Rebekah 11 and
Catherine 9. The following ADC incidents recently occurred. The
first one we refer to as the "Floating Shoe Box ADC."
For more information on Susan and myself check out her webpage
at:
http://hometown.aol.com/susanmiracle/SusanMiracles.html
May 17, 2000
Catherine, age 9, woke this morning with a good sore throat and a
fever. At 10AM Tom and Matt were leaving for the farm and I told
Annemarie to keep an eye on Cathy. Annemarie said "of course
I will." Tom replied, "Its nice to have someone
watching out for you!" At that very instant I heard a
distinct noise from the sewing room, Susan's favorite room.
Annemarie said she saw a black book or something float slowly
across the room. We looked inside and first believed what she saw
was the top of a shoe box which was black. However, we
investigated the matter thoroughly and came to the conclusion
that what Annemarie saw was the box itself apparently with the
lid on. It moved quite slowly and horizontally. The lid fell off
the box just before it was set on the cheese wheel box. In
addition to Annemarie I and Rebekah heard the noise. Catherine
said the night before the shoe box and lid were on the table with
the sewing machine. After the noise, we found the lid on the
floor a couple of feet from the sewing machine table and the box
was on the cheese wheel box on the ironing board. In addition to
the floating of the box and the moving of the box and lid, just
the timing of the sound was stunning! I, as well as Annemarie and
Rebekah, were sure that somebody was in the sewing room but no
one could be seen! We are sure Susan did this to reassure us that
she was watching out for us and it also seeemed to mark the
instant that Catherine started to improve drastically.
May 20, 2000
At around 2:30PM, I, Mark and Matt were at the farm after we
talked with Leo. The rest of the family were home. Annemarie and
Catherine were at the Gateway computer when they heard soft
footsteps coming up behind them and then a shadow on the computer
moving toward the TV room. When they looked up no one was there.
The instant they heard the footsteps they thought the footsteps
were from Bernadette. She, however, never did leave her bed--she
was reading. Rebekah was in the shower. Catherine turned to
Annemarie and said, "What was that? Are you thinking the
same thing I am?" Meaning it was momma.
Annemarie replied "Yes." Both Annemarie and Catherine
seemed happy when I got home around 3PM. We then went to
confession as we had planned.
In Christlove,
Tom
ADC: Highway Angel Helps Out...
From: JO:
Thursday, May 18, 2000 3:51 AM ET
My
friend, Michael shared this ADC with me one nite while we were
talking about our beliefs.
--------------------------------------
Michael was in the US Navy, and was transferring to a new place
on the East Coast. He decided to borrow a pick up truck from a
friend and travel north with his wife to pick up his furnishings.
He wasn't what people would label a "religious man". He
was just traveling the road and living life, and never gave a
thought that there could be more to "life" than just
here.
Michael and his wife loaded the furnishings in the truck, but
found there was a small tarp that would not really cover all, and
they didn't even have enough rope to tie it all down.
They continued the journey down the East Coast tree lined
highways. Sometime at dark the tarp had flown off and Michael
stopped the truck. It was an awfully dark road and his wife
remained seated inside.
Michael was busy straightening the tarp when he began to wish he
had more rope to tie it all more securely. No sooner than the
thought went through his head when he saw a man walking towards
him.
He had an eery feeling since it was a very lonely, and dark road,
and out of nowhere this stranger seemed to appear. He glanced to
look for the stranger's car as he didn't know where he came in
from.
The man approached with a Bible in his hand, and rope in the
other. "Are you having a hard time there?", asked the
stranger.
"Yeah, kinda,"said Michael. "Where did you come in
from?"
"I'm up ahead, and thought you could use this." said
the stranger as he handed the rope to Michael.
"Where did you get this? It looks new." Michael
remarked.
"On the road."answered the stranger.
Michael wondered how it could be. It was a brand new pile of
rope. He took it and thanked the man, and tied the tarp down
securely. He offered to drive the stranger to his car, but the
man declined saying he was "just up ahead." The man
continued to walk as Michael finished quickly.
He tried to catch up with the stranger to give him a ride, but he
could see no trace of a vehicle or the man. There was no way he
could have driven off without Michael seeing the vehicle.
He's convinced that this stranger in the dark with a Bible in one
hand, and rope in the other was an Angel in disguise.
He still has the rope, and has cut off some to share with friends
who needed it. He saves some of it to remind him that this most
strange, but remarkable experience did occur.
Heavenly Mysteries May Reveal Themselves to Bring Help, and Cast
Faith and Hope.
Check out this ADC
From: Rosie:
Sunday, May 07, 2000 11:33 AM ET
I just
finished reading this story in Woman's World magazine (May 16th
issue) and wanted to share it with everybody here. The story is
about a woman New Jersey who was spending the day at the beach
with her husband and children. She was standing on a sewer grate
while holding a metal lawn chair when she heard her father's
voice (father had died when she was 7 years old) tell her to step
away from the car. Seconds later, a bolt of lightening struck
nearby and she blacked out. She then left her body and saw
herself lying on the ground. Then she heard her father's voice
calling out to her and she saw him. He told her that it wasn't
time for her to stay there and sent her back. When she regained
consciousness, the paramedics told her that had she been standing
on the sewer grate with the metal chair on her shoulder there is
no way she would have survived.
I've noticed a few people have been posting here asking for
stories of adc's and obe's. I believe this story is a good
example of both.
What
Ultimately Convinced Me ADCs Were Real
From:George,
April 12, 2000 10:23 PM ET
I lost a dear
friend, Michael Keller of Frankfurt, Germany, in June, 1996 to an
automobile accident; he was only 29 years old.
Subsequent to that loss, I and a number of people, including his
family and friends, experiened phenomena that fell into the
Guggenheim's definition of ADCs, presuming that the human spirit
survives death. These experiences went on for an entire year, and
are still prevalent.
It was in October of 1996 that an experience engendered certainty
within me that there was substance to ADCs, that ADCs as defined
by the Guggenheims warrent scientific research, and that
anecdotal evidence may be substantial in many cases (the
conservative estimate is that 50 million Americans have
experienced one or more ADC).
I had been visited by a friend of the deceased in October, 1996,
and as a present of rememberence, she purchased a dozen white
roses in memory of Michael Keller. On the day she flew back to
Germany, I was awakened from a sound sleep by an alarm clock at 3
AM (the alarm was not broken, nor set to go off), and when I went
to my living room, I discovered that one of the roses given me by
this woman had been taken from the dozen while I slept, the bulb
had been pulled from the stem, and the image of an angel had been
made with rose petals pulled from the stem.
This "arrangement" was approximately 7 feet from the
dozen, now 11 roses, left in the vase on the coffee table in my
living room.
I live alone, I checked the door which was double-bolted with a
chain lock. Suffice it to say that Michael's friend had not
arranged this prior to her departure, for I drove her to the
airport, and had ample time to examine the living room before
retiring to bed. The only person with a spare key to my apartment
was a woman, now deceased, who suffered from asthma and was too
sick to climb the stairs to my second floor apartment.
I was not under the influence of drugs or alcohol before, during
or after this experience.
I am a licensed clinical social worker whose job it is to perform
Mental Status Examinations; I have no history of mental health
problems, and would be willing to submit to a polygraph
examination regarding this extraordinary final proof that ADCs
are quite real.
Michael placed the flowers in that arrangement.
I called it "The Rose Petal Angel", I photographed it,
and I have kept the photographs as evidence of that experience,
and encourage all ADC Cohorts to similarly document your
experiences should anyone question you in the future.
Best regards,
George E. Dalzell, LCSW
Los Angeles, California
Alaska
Airlines crash and post ADC's
From: Greg
Date: Monday, February 07, 2000 11:33 AM ET
Did anyone hear about the incident involving the Mason's ring
from one of the passengers of the doomed Alaska Airlines flight?
It seems that a man on this flight had a pact with his daughter
that, whichever one of them died first, the other would let them
know that
he/she was ok.
Well when the father died in the crash his Masonic ring turned up
in a fisherman's net several miles away.
The ring, with the father's name engraved on the back thereof,
was indentified and returned to the family.
Coincidence or ADC to the daughter?
I think the odds of chance to be astronomical with respect to
this ring ever finding it's way to anywhere but the ocean bottom
--
let alone back to the daughter's hands.
Clocks changing Times
From: Melanie.D
Date: Friday, November 12, 1999 3:27 AM ET
To all,
I have seen my clock move forward by itself it went 2:05 which is
2 hours
and 5 minutes ahead of all the other clocks..Then I had 2 light
bulbs blow
out and then the fuse box turned off. all this started happening
when I was
doing the meditating and starting with mirror gazing..during the
mirror gazing got real relaxed then went to bed again I did not
see anything in mirror only
aura ,but in the middle of night the rocking chair was rocking by
self and
then I saw this glowing light standing in kitchen . now that I am
open to
being in contact with my loved one,I know it was him sending me
proof that
I needed.Previous to this I had a reading done where I was told
that I would
be visited and recieve sign from my loved one.
All this has really helped in my understanding of the after life
and it
has helped greatly with the loss of a loved one.I had to share
this ..
God Bless.
Mel
Please help me solve this Mystery!
From:
Jem:Saturday, November 13, 1999 5:20 PM ET
To
All,
Last night the phone 'rang' a record of eight different times
during the night, and now I'm more concerned than ever. Here's a
brief summary of the last 10 months.
My husband passed away in June of '98. In January '99 I began to
hear my phone ring during the night. It would ring once or twice,
and when I'd answer it, there would just be a dial tone. This
would occur most every night. Most of the times there would be
one ring, occasionally two rings. This didn't happen when I was
awake or during the day, unless I was taking a nap. Rarely would
a night go by without the phone ringing. I tried Caller ID, and
when nothing registered, I bought a Voice Operated Tape Recorder,
again nothing registered. If I picked up the phone there would be
a dial tone, and if I continued to hold, a voice would say 'if
you wish to make a call...', etc. It wasn't Dick's voice. If I
held on longer there'd be a screeching sound that occurs when a
phone is left off the hook. I also looked for connections with
what I had been dreaming at the time, but didn't find any. The
ringing breaks through my dreams, and usually startles me, just
like an ordinary phone call. Several months ago the phone rang
about four different times, and in order to get some sleep, I
pulled the cord from the jack, and left the cord on the table. A
short while later the phone rang again. When I got up to answer
it, walking a few feet to the table where the phone was I traced
the cord to the end, and there it was, disconnected.
Yesterday, I had been missing Dick and feeling depressed, so I
wondered if he's trying to let me know that he's there, OR, and
this is what frightens me, that he's in trouble and is calling
out to me. I've tried meditation but nothing has happened. I have
found that the best time and also the time when I get the
majority of 'rings' is just as I'm falling to sleep or when
waking up. I've kept a journal which contain a record of the
'rings', and the time that I saw on my digital clock. I've had
ADC's but none as persistent at the phone 'rings'.
Any input would be greatly appreciated.
Jem