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  • A FUNNY THING HAPPENED ON MY WAY TO WORK.
  • A GREAT SIGN!
  • SCIENTIFIC METHOD.+VIDEOCAMADC
  • SUNDAY EVENT.
  • JUDITH, DO BEFORE DEATH CONTACTS EXIST?
  • *SIMULTANEOUS ADC'S IN TWO CAR
  • WTC SURVIVOR SAVED BY DECEASED GRANDMOTHER
  • I HAVE TO SHARE THIS...
  • PREMONITIONS AND ADC'S
  • MARK VANCE'S REMARKABLE 'FULL PHYSICAL' ADC
  • PAUL MCCARTNEY'S ADC SONG!
  • A FRIEND SHARED THIS ADC WITH ME
  • PAUL MCCARTNEY BELIEVES LINDA'S SPIRIT LIVES ON!
  • AN INTERESTING ADC, I THINK!!
  • "IT'S A MIRACLE!" MIRACLE :O) (KEEP THE FAITH, PEOPLE!)
  • AN ADC I JUST WANTED TO SHARE....
  • A TREMENDOUS ADC...
  • 2 ADC'S
  • ANOTHER ASTONISHING ADC FROM NICK/DAD
  • NEW "BY PROXY" ADC!
  • PRIEST FRIEND'S NEAR DEATH EXPERIENCE
  • 14 PHONE CALLS
  • A BALLOON.... AND LETTING GO...
  • COLD ENERGY PASSED THROUGH ME???????
  • FLOATING SHOE BOX
  • ADC: HIGHWAY ANGEL HELPS OUT...
  • CHECK OUT THIS ADC
  • WHAT ULTIMATELY CONVINCED ME ADCS WERE REAL
  • ALASKA AIRLINES CRASH AND POST ADC'S
  • CLOCKS CHANGING TIMES
  • PLEASE HELP ME SOLVE THIS MYSTERY!
From The ADC's Message Board

A Funny Thing Happened On My Way To Work.

From: jackie: Tuesday, April 09, 2002 7:25 PM ET


Each morning I board the train at my suburban railway station, and travel into the heart of ney, a journey of approx. 45minutes. My station of disembarkment is St. James. Yesterday, the train pulled into St.James station and I just sat there, thinking, "Oh, ok this is my stop, but I just really dont want to get off, not just yet." The train pulled out with me still sitting in it and arrived at the next station...Circular Quay, once again a little voice popped into my thoughts, and said..."No, not yet!"
At this stage I'm starting to think to myself..."girl, you are going to be seriously late for work!"
The next stop was Wynard and as the train pulled into the station I found myself without thinking rising and walking towards the doors to exit the train. As I did so a train travelling in the opposite direction pulled into the station, and just sat there and sat there, as if it was waiting for me to board.
I stepped into the carriage and once again this little voice said "No...dont sit down just stand here and look down at the floor!" And thats exactly what I did....there on the floor was this tiny little ring, I bent and picked it up and then almost fainted from shock............it was an absolute replica of a ring my beloved Nanna had when I was a little girl, she had always promised me that when she died ( she died on the 6th March of this year ) I could have this particular ring. Those promises came over 40 years ago, and I can say that I hadnt seen that ring for many many years, whenever I would ask Nanna about it she would just smile and say she didnt know where it was, and that she had probably lost it.
I have scoured the papers daily, thinking that perhaps someone would place an advertisement in the paper saying that they had lost the ring, but so far there has been nothing. Nanna used to love nothing better than hoping on the train and going into the city for a day of shopping......she always departed the train at Wynard Station, and on each of these little jaunts she always had a little girl who adored her holding her hand, that little girl was me.
Now I know that many ADC's can be passed off as coincidences, but somehow I can't slot this one into that catagory. I really do believe that Nanna fulfilled the promise she made to me as a wee little girl..........Thank You Nanna, I love you X.
And as an aside, I wasnt late for work, in fact somehow I arrived there at exactly the same time as I do every morning, even after travelling 3 stations past my stop and back tracking.

A great sign!

From: Jayne Date: Wednesday, February 13, 2002 2:47 AM ET
Today while typing out a poem for my sister to take to elementary school as part of a project for Valentines Day, I was thinking of
my dad, who passed away 6 years ago March 1st. I asked him to send me a sign that he was still around us, as he had in the past, but
hadn't lately. As I finished printing out the last of the poems, I turned to speak with my husband about something, when another page
started to print out. On it, in a completely different colour and font than I was using, were the words 'If ever you need a helping
hand, I'm here for you'. Needless to say, we were both speechless.
I plan to tuck it in with his picture that sits on my mantle!
Amazing! With love and blessings, Jayne

From: Claudio Date: Thursday, February 14, 2002 11:16 AM ET To:
Jayne Re: A great sign!


Hi.

Are you sure that you didn't type that sentence before? I'm not a skeptic, anyway.

Much Love,Light & Serenity. Claudio



From: Jayne Date: Friday, February 15, 2002 2:00 AM ET To:
Claudio Re: A great sign!

Hi Claudio, no there's absolutely no way I typed that before...I thought of that, but as we only purchased this computer the week
before and no one had yet used it to actually type on (haha) but had only been using it to surf the net and play games, it is not
possible. :) I was using Word Pad, which like I said, had not even been used before.

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 grief’s 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 God’s 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, Caitlin’s 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! Everyone’s on board and they’re 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 Emily’s bed while her eyes were closed, and began to cry. She looked up at me and told me stop, because if I didn’t, 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 wife’s 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 Emily’s 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. Emily’s 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 Children’s 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 Emily’s 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, I’m all better! The tumor’s 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 midwife’s 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 week’s 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 didn’t 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 Lord’s 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 Emily’s 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 Emily’s 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 Emily’s 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 Emily’s 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 Emily’s 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 Emily’s 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 girl’s 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 Timothy’s 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 Emily’s 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. Suzanne’s 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-law’s 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 Emily’s 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 son’s 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 Emily’s 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 Emily’s 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/)

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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
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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.
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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.
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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