supernatural experiences
A Cuddly Message From Grandma At Halloween
All of us have lost, or will in time lose someone very dear to us. Like it or not, all of us also have to ponder the concept of life after death at some point in our life. Some of us have very strong beliefs on the subject, one way or the other. We either believe in the afterlife, or we do not.
For me the answer is simple and easy. I strongly believe, because of both my personal and professional experiences. For example, I have been visited many times by my grandparents, and I have communicated with many loved ones in spirit in my daily work, when I do readings for my clients.
My grandma often communicates with me in the dream state. She tends to show up when I least expect it, usually to give me a guiding message or to warn me about something. She always has been a worrier, in this life and the next! Right up to the very day she departed this life, she was telling us what to do to keep safe, and she was always giving us good advice. She is very wise.
I was asking her just the other day to give me a sign that she was around, and sure enough, she did. But this time she did not show up in a dream. She spoke to me…through a teddy bear! Yes, indeed.
It is one of those plush toys that makes a cute kissing sound and says, “I love you very much,” when you squeeze it. I was in the tub and this little teddy bear was right next to me, on top of a shelf. After drawing the bath, I was leaning back in the soothing, warm water, letting out a sigh of relief that a long day was over. Next thing you know, this teddy bear goes off on its own, making the kissing sounds and saying I love you, over and over. I knew right away that it was grandma making contact.
The Timeless Magic Of Nature Spirits And Elementals
As a youngster growing up in the UK, I loved visiting a neighbor, Mrs. O’Leary, whose lilting Irish voice still echoes in my mind. She spoke often of the “Good People” and acknowledged their presence in her home and garden. I recall her taking us outside to witness her making small offerings to these unseen little mystical beings.
Though it feels like a distant memory now, I can still recall seeing them, too. Perhaps they appeared to us because we truly believed, or perhaps because Mrs. O’Leary invited them to show themselves.
Whatever the reason, those moments left a lasting impression. To me, it felt like truly being “in my element,” fully connected to the hidden, magical forces of nature.
I vaguely recall a magical moment in Mrs. O’Leary’s garden when she pointed out to me a tiny, translucent little figure perched on a large moss-covered rock at the base of her prized old hawthorn tree. With delight, she described how this “little person” was waving at us and encouraged me to wave back. Standing there with awe and intrigue, I became aware of what seemed like hundreds of luminous sprites dancing in the glistening water below.
Despite all the cynicism of a technologically driven world, increasingly devoid of the many miracles and wonders of nature and the unseen realms, Mrs. O’Leary and the spirits of nature still remind me of the healing, transformative power that lies in reverence, stillness, and everyday magic.
When Spirit Says Thank You From The Other Side
If you enjoy ghost stories that prove the existence of an afterlife and demonstrate spirit communication from beyond, you may be interested in the following account of a genuine supernatural event among my family and friends.
When he was younger, one of my cousins used to hang out with a group of friends who often got into harmless mischief. They were inseparable.
One of his closest friends eventually got married and lost his job soon after. Unfortunately, he quickly got into debt, his wife left him, and he had a very challenging relationship with his mother. His debts spiraled, he could not find a new job, and his wife showed no signs of wanting to reconcile.
The poor guy felt doomed, believing that life would never improve for him, no matter how hard he tried. Nothing changed, and things only got worse. Seeing no way out, he drove into the woods near his home one cold November night and ended his life.
I only wish I had had the opportunity to speak with him before he took this drastic step. I would have told him that life is too precious to contemplate such a thing. In fact, I emphasize to anyone considering suicide that they need to seek professional help immediately.
Nevertheless, it was too late to save my cousin’s dear friend.
He left a note for his friends, stating that he didn’t want his wife nor his mother at his funeral. He also asked that they sell the van in which he passed away to pay for the funeral, as he had no other means of funding it. Continue reading
The Timeless Spirit Phenomenon Of Apports
The spirits of your departed loved ones sometimes interact with our physical environment to show they’re still nearby. They might move around objects in our home, like keys, books, or small decorations, especially ones that had personal meaning when they were alive.
It’s not uncommon to have a cherished object go missing from its usual spot, only to find it later in the most unlikely of places.
This kind of spirit activity often happens when we’re thinking of them, or during emotionally significant moments, as a way of offering comfort or making their presence known. It’s never random. It’s a gentle reminder that their energy hasn’t gone far.
I was about 20 years old when I experienced an in-depth, private sitting with a wonderful spiritualist medium known to me as Nan Lightfoot. My father had heard of her through the local spiritualist church, and as it turned out, she was an elderly lady who lived just two blocks from our house.
A warm friendship soon blossomed between us. I would help her with shopping and running errands whenever I could, until I eventually left England for many years.
After bringing in her shopping and putting it away, Nan would make us a cup of coffee. During our many conversations, she would occasionally offer wise advice channeled from her spirit guides. Often, right in the middle of an ordinary discussion, she would suddenly shift from speaking English into broad Welsh. These moments of Welsh chatter signaled that Nan was now channeling a message from one of her ancestral guides.
Awakening To A New Age Of Higher Dimensions
Many of us have been gradually becoming aware of a different kind of reality in recent years. Things that were once hidden, both good and bad, are now exposed for many of us to see.
Since the new millennium began, and especially in the last ten years, more and more of us have started to feel a deeper connection to a higher power and a growing desire to align with God, Spirit, and the Divine. At the same time, we are also becoming more aware of negative and dark energies that were always present, but are now obvious and undeniable.
This worldwide change is known as the Ascension, the Shift, or the New Earth paradigm. It is a significant shift in energy and awareness. It is also known as 5D consciousness, the Age of Aquarius, or the Great Awakening.
It is a deeply personal change of moving towards unity, love, and a higher level of awareness, and away from negative, fear-based energies of a lower level of awareness.
I’ve seen enough of the negative effects of these lower vibrations in my work to know how draining and soul-destroying it can be. I plan to keep moving with the tides of this new, higher vibrational frequency, which includes not buying into the fear, drama and negativity. It also means keeping an open heart and mind.
We are living in a time of conscious evolution. We are slowly moving from the third-dimensional existence, where duality, time, and materialism remain the focus, to a fifth-dimensional reality, where love, unity, and higher consciousness.
Echoes Of Love In Every Clasp And Chain
The jewelry we inherit is more valuable than it seems. A gold ring passed down from a grandmother, a locket that once rested against a mother’s pulse, or a watch that marked the minutes of a father’s days. Even after they’re gone, these objects keep on humming, full of loving memories.
It’s hard to explain to someone who hasn’t experienced loss, but wearing that old ring or putting on that familiar chain feels like stepping into another time and place. And for a second, you see them.
Maybe the piece fits your ring finger or wrist a bit differently than it did theirs, but it still connects the past with the present. Their jewelry isn’t just a piece of metal or stone; it’s a fingerprint, a story, a fragment of a laugh, a favorite saying captured in something lasting you can hold.
Some days, their jewelry and other personal belongings are a source of comfort. Other days, it serves as a stark reminder of heartache and loss. Either way, it shows that love isn’t just some fleeting thing.
Love lasts in the smallest details: the things that touched their skin and caught their scent. The soft click of a clasp. The nice weight of it against your collarbone.
They say you can’t take anything with you, but maybe that’s not the point. Maybe the real magic is in what’s left behind: a ring, a pendant, or a string of pearls. Little things that are full of love keep us connected to the people who matter most, even when they’re now on the other side.
When I was a little girl, my grandma used to let me wear her fake diamond earrings. They were the only piece of her jewelry she ever let me touch. I always had to give them back when playtime was over. It felt special, like she was letting me borrow a little piece of her magic. After she passed away, my mom gave me Grandma’s earrings.
A Sign From Spirit, Or A Fear-Based Superstition?
My father and his extended family were very superstitious. For instance, they would never buy a car on a Friday, refused to talk about new shoes in the morning, and never left a house through the back door after entering through the front. I could go on.
These old-world beliefs were ingrained in their way of life and passed down from generation to generation like heirlooms of caution and misery. However, I never experienced any objective evidence that these beliefs were valid — until I had my own unique experience that I at first believed might have been a bad omen.
It was 1983, and I had been hoping to get a job with the local council for quite some time. Then, one day, out of the blue, I landed a contract with them! I was overjoyed. The salary was fantastic and I felt incredibly fortunate, because many people in the UK were unemployed and struggling with a recession.
That weekend, I decided to celebrate by buying a large bottle of very expensive wine. However, as I left the liquor store, the bottle slipped through my fingers and shattered on the ground.
“Oh dear,” I said to my late sister. “I hope that doesn’t mean my dreams will shatter like that! Maybe this is a sign from the universe that my new job will have a bad outcome?”
My dear sister, ever the voice of reason, assured me that it was simply an accident and not a bad omen. Still, coming from a superstitious family, I carried that thought and fear with me into the job.
In the beginning, things went relatively well. But soon, my colleagues turned out to be cruel and nasty, the boss’s secretary was a bully, my boyfriend dumped me, and my father, due to his narcissistic tendencies, kept asking whether I was truly “capable of doing the job.”