Rana,
I have many stories,many for which I have no explanation. First off I am a skeptic until something is proven to me. So for me as the psychic world goes, that has always been a part of my life, not chosen. I will share a story though that is I believe would be called an outter body experience. My mother died January 26, 2003. She lived with me and my ex and kids for the last 14 months of her life here in California. I loved her very much and her I, but she never could really accept me for me growing up being the what we all though back then as a "tom boy". She wanted a princees. That I was not. I was adoped. One time she said to me when I was around 15 or so "I thought I adopted a girl, not a boy." It only hurt me because she was so disapointed, not because she veiwed me that way. Anyway, she began to die in my house. Paramedics came, and took her away. As she was leaving on the gurnie, I held her hand for only a moment, and that was the last time I saw her alive. For 10 months I was plaqued with nightmares in which she looked horrible. In one of them she took my hand and led me down a dark concreate hallway. Then she pointed up towards a corner of a smal;l concreate room, and there she was hanging by her neck. I slept with the light on for days after that. I know I felt so much guilt of unresolved issuses, and believe this may have been the cause for all the nightmares. Then on November 29, 2003 this is what happened.
Mom came to me in a dream. I was with someone in the back of a Catholic church. The service had just gotten over. I went outside, to a bench and she came and sit next to me. She hugged me and I did not want to let her go. Whoever was with me could not see her. We went to a room, everything was white. She sat in a chair and I on the floor. I asked her many questions. "Did you see God"? "Yes". "What does he look loke"? "Time". "Is dad there"? She said "yes", but he was grumpy. I thought that odd, but hope it is true. I asked if Nick was there(he was my older brother) she sais "NO". "He is with the one as old as God". She told me she has a long journey still ahead there, always busy. There was someone at the church, a woman who could not see her, so my mom knew her heart was not with God. This upset her, then I understood that mom understood what I believe, the same as her. She saw her mom there, my grandmother. My mom was in perfect health. Then there was this buzzing sound, and she said she had to go. I FELT myself being physically sucked back niot my bedroom, and landing on my bed, in which I threw my eyes wide open and wrote of this accont.
Marco
