Ok, here goes. When I was a little girl, I used to see people who were not there and hear voices other people could not hear. I come from a family of gifted women, and when I told my mother, she told me never, ever to tell anyone about it or they would take me away and lock me up for being crazy. So I stopped paying attention and they stopped being apparent to me. I still would have deja vu flashes to my past lives but never shared with anyone about them.
Wen I was 28, my father died. He was only 58 and I had loved him more than anyone on the earth. I was literally prostrate with grief, lying on the floor crying after his memorial service. James Taylor's Carolina on my Mind came on the stero, (my dad was from NC) and I was crying so hard I was having trouble breathing. I looked up and there he was. He was young again, wearing clothes I had seen in an old photo, so I knew it was him. He looked at me kindly and said "Don't cry honey. I am in a better place and I am happy." And he looked happy and young and strong and very solid. He smiled at me and faded out. Since then I have not often felt his presence, but I sense he is at peace and that is an enormous blessing. Oddly, when I told my mother about it (she asked because I had gone from being completely freaked out to serene about it) she did not believe that I had seen him, because he had not come to see her.
The second time it happened, I lost a guy who was a best friend to me, Greg to complications of HIV. He was only 36 and the loss of this bright, funny, talented soul was a crushing blow. Within a week of his passing I got out of the shower one morning and commenced to get out the hair dryer. I bent down to get it out of the drawer and when I straightened up and looked into the mirror, Greg was standing behind me, grinning! I yelped and he disappeared. I did not see him again, but there would be occasions where I could not find my makeup where I left it and I figured it was Greg, having a laugh at my expense. He is also happy on the other side.
The last loss of someone I loved greatly occured in 2000. My boss, Marshall had been like a father to me for almost 20 years that we worked together. My connection to him was deep and strong. In an event that almost made me turn against God, he had a piece of plaque break off in his arteries and block the blood flow to his brain. He was brain dead but in a coma. It was 7 days of pure hell, while I watched his family hope for a miracle. The day before he died he went out visiting. It was very early in the morning and he came to the side of my bed. Again, he was so young that if I had not seen pictures of him when he was young I would not have recognized him. He did not speak, just smiled and faded out. Again, I got the impression that he was happy. I did speak of this to some clients and they reported seeing or feeling or thinking about him that same morning. So I think he went visiting. He stayed with me for a while after he was gone, the dog would stand and growl at him. I finally told him to go take care of his wife who needed him more than me. I still occasionally sense him but it is a kind presence. He just lets me know he is there.
Lastly, since I have been working with my intuition, in the past couple of months, a lady I know asked me about the ghost in her house. We worked on it for about 45 minutes, it was the spirit of an older man, whose house it had been. He was confused about crossing over and was waiting there for his son to come and take him home. We asked that he go to where his son was instead of waiting there for him and the homeowner reports that his presence there is much lessened. I recommended to her that she burn some white sage to rid the house of his residual energy and we are working on getting that done.
Those are my stories, hope this helps some of you acknowledge and honor the spirits in your world.
Dale Ann Masker