Have you been visited by the spirit of a dead family member or friend?

My great great grand parents were from Ireland. They were O'tooles from the Wicklow area.

I'm sure it was. I think sometimes dreams are open doors to other realm and we can have the wonderful chance of seeing again our loved people and feel their joy and love.

This is a complicated situation. Not sure what he feels about stopping email contact with me but I do feel that possibly he was forced to for some reason. :( I also feel that he may possibly miss communicating with me.

If you mean contact him within the lucid dream, at that time I was surprised and really did not give him an answer at that moment. I did though give him the impression that I was willing to forgive.

I have had lucid visions of this person in the past and I had shared those with him since he is very in touch with spiritual/metaphysical phenomena. It is kind of frustrating that I can't share the few visions/dreams I have had since last year. I also had some premonitions of things that came to fruition in his life and heck I promised to not email him any more so I can't tell him in email form. Now if his spirit is visiting me without his knowledge that I do not know either.

Celtic people has a peculiar relationship with the Other Side and the gone (and sometimes returning) fellows, I think...

It seems to be a dilemma. Follow your heart (and your head).

A long time ago, I was at my boyfriend's house, and his roommate fell off a second story balcony off of his bedroom, and died instantly. So much went wrong in that house after his death; it really felt like his spirit was there, and it was angry. For a couple of days after he died, the outer door to the balcony was suddenly broken, and even though we tied it shut with rope, it somehow came untied from the wind and the door would just slam open and shut in the wind, over and over and over. A few days after that, I flipped on the hallway light right outside what had been his bedroom door, and it popped and blew out. The popping noise was super loud, not like when I light bulb usually blows out. I remember I actually jumped and covered my head, it was so loud. About a month after that, the water pipes burst, and it was literally raining inside the house. Then there was an unexplained gas leak. His spirit was pissed. I guess my spirit was would have been pissed, too. He was only 34 when he died.
The other experience I had was a vivid dream, where I was driving through intensely thick fog on the highway, and there was a woman in the road, clinging on to the median. I pulled over and was out of my car, trying to help her. She was just a black shape- I couldn't see any features. She was in a panic, and begging me for help. I wanted to take her to get help, but for some reason she couldn't come with me in my car. She was just asking for help over and over again. She seemed petrified and confused. A few days later I learned that my sister's sister in law, who I was friends with and watched grow up, had been murdered by her boyfriend. He shot and killed her, and then killed himself. Their bodies weren't found for a few days. That next day after I found out, I was driving to work, and realized I was driving in my dream- it was the thickest fog I had ever been in, in the exact same spot as my dream. I realized I had had that dream on the night she was murdered. I think her spirit was begging for help. She was only 22. So sad.

It was with the lights still on the house. It wasn't very big, small like a fire fly. It was erratic in motion but very fast. It flew past just as I came around a corner. I could feel it swoosh by. I couldn't hear it though.

I don't think it was dead though, I experienced something similar in lucid dream. I was that little light (I could hear it buzz when I was it) and I went to visit someone I have never visited at their house before. I described the house in detail to him and he was shocked and scared and never spoke to me again after that so I stopped doing it and telling people about how I can spy on them.

It is. Not many people have these types of connections.

Since I met this person on the internet back in 2010, this phenomena began happening. It increased in intensity after Dec. 21st 2012. All I can say it is amazing.

Years ago a friend of mine died from a drug overdose. Hours after the funeral I was sitting out back my brothers apt drinking beer and smoking cigs, talking to a good friend about our friend who died, when all of a sudden these 5 or 6 stray cats got within a few feet of us, lined up symmetrically about a foot apart from each other and just stared at us. My dead friend loved cats and we thought it was very strange timing for something like that to happen.

Extraordinary stories about Young people who suffered dramatically unexpected and sudden deaths. You seem to be very sensitive, and I guess these will be not the only experiences of this kind for you. I hope they'll be of the warm and joyful kind

I believe this- that they appear to someone either while they're in transition or shortly after they have passed.

It has happened to my father, my brother, me, and my brother's best friend- in that order.

In 1973 when I was 13 years old my Mom died suddenly of a cerebral aneurism at the age of 39, leaving my Dad to care for us 4 children. I was the oldest and my youngest brother was 6.

I was already a typical teenager in that I thought I knew more about ANYTHING than my parents did.

The day after Mom died (and before her funeral) my Dad came out of their bedroom to join the rest of us for breakfast.

We had all been crying for three days and were exhausted but Dad was very calm.

He explained that Mom had "visited" him during the night. He kept saying, "it was LIKE a dream but it was REAL."

He went on to describe that he was awoken and looked at the foot of the bed and saw my mom with her Dad (who had passed several years before) and that she looked at h9im directly and said in a very comforting voice, "It's all going to be alright, Jim."

Dad said the sunset was the most magnificent sunset he'd ever felt and that he had a sense of peace when Mom and Grandpa turned, holding hands, walked into it.

He never spoke of it again.

Well, I thought he was a NUT for many years and didn't believe a word of it.

But THEN.....

In 1997 I was living far away from my Oklahoma family and had been for several years. Due to my career I made it home usually only once a year. Family is very important to mine and my aunt (who was basically the Matriarch of ours) was NOT happy about my priorities in life.

She was a stubborn, healthy woman and we assumed she had many years left before death.

My Grandmother (her youngest sister) had often told me in confidence that out of ALL the children (there were probably 6 dozen kids, grand kids, nieces, nephews, and great grandchildren born by her 8 brothers and sisters over the years) I had always been her favorite.

I was 37 years old at the time and had never given any importance to dreams, etc.

One night I was sound asleep and bolted up, my heart beating very fast. I immediately looked at the clock. It was a little after 3 AM.

I had just had the most realistic "dream" in the world and even though nearly 20 years have passed I remember every bit of it vividly.

I never speak about it much because I hear myself saying the same things my dad said. "I can't describe it. It wasn't a dream. It was REAL."

Here are the highlights of the dream:

I was standing in an open area that felt like it must feel if you could be inside a cloud. It was very grey and calm and quiet.

In front of me were dark silhouettes of people moving in a very fluid motion. Think of if an escalator was moving people along and each person was standing perfectly still.

Well, I couldn't see an escalator and I didn't believe there even was one- I'm just trying to find ways to describe what I saw.

There was white fog covering the silhouette's lower half and I couldn't tell the gender of anyone.

But the feeling I had was one of peace and that everything was under control- that these identities knew exactly what was happening and where they were going.

Then, in my mind my Aunt said very matter-of-factly (no emotion from her whatsoever), "I've come to say GoodBye."

In fact, I couldn't even hear her voice. It was more like her words were transmitted into my head. But I KNEW it was her and she knew she was communicating to me.

It's not like there was a silhouette who stopped and walked over to me and said it- they were all moving just as smoothly as before she "spoke" to me so I don't know which one she was.

In this vision, I was neither hot nor cold, scared or worried, etc. Neither was she. I simply accepted everything and the "dream" ended.

I probably don't have to tell you that I received a phone call from back home that my Aunt had passed in the middle of the night.

I have given much thought as to why she would appear to me and what the whole point of it was. I can share if anyone's interested. But mainly, whether anyone believes me or not it happened. I'm sorry I didn't believe my father but I understand. Until you experience it yourself you simply dismiss the "storyteller" as making it up, stressed out, only dreaming, etc.

Then in 2001 my Dad died suddenly of a massive heart attack. He was extremely close to my younger brother John.

It wasn't until several years later that John told me he had been visited by Dad in a "dream" shortly after his death.

I don't think I ever even told John about my vision with Aunt Anna.

He told me only that he and Dad were sitting quietly on a beautiful lake fishing. I tried to pry but he just told me I wouldn't understand.

Finally, about 3 months ago my brother John suddenly died at the age of 52 of a cerebral aneurism (same as my mom).

I have been very grief stricken over this and considering my past experience I thought he might visit me with some comfort.

Nope. He chose his best friend of 45 years (you could rarely separate them- Tony has always been like another brother in our family).

The morning that the entire family stood next to John, holding his hands, saying our goodbye's etc. as we took him off life support Tony had been trying his best to get to the hospital to be with all of us. He didn't make it in time.

That afternoon my sister and I got into an argument about whether John was in Heaven or not. I've always been under the impression that we go immediately to our final destination but she believes there's kind of like a waiting place and that we'll all go at once.

Apparently this conversation affected Tony (I should note that everyone mentioned in this post are/were all Protestant Christians who love our Lord).

The next morning Tony called me and said, "Lynne! I talked to John last night!"

Again, I had never told him of my visit by my Aunt. Most likely John told him about his visit with Dad at some point over the years.

Tony told me that he had been sound asleep and woke up to a bold vision of John standing in what was almost like a train station.

He didn't describe feelings, etc and I didn't ask. But he DID say that he specifically asked, "John, are you in Heaven right now?" And John kinda laughed and said, "Not yet, Buddy."

But Tony got the impression that John was totally happy and at peace.

Well, I know this is long but you asked. Lol.

I think God let's His newly deceased children visit us to somehow comfort us or help us in some way. I just don't know what it is for except in my case.

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WOW, Anhedonic!

This sums up my experience EXACTLY!

Thank you.

My grandmother told me that when someone dies, three days later she sees them.

She also predicted my uncle's death and my Dad's (her sons).

Something traumatic happened to her at a house in Cold Springs, Arkansas, when she was a child and when someone is going to die, she dreams about them in that house.

Thank you OP for this thread and the way you have handled it. I skim through GLP for topics that catch my interest but I have almost never posted here. You may call me paranoid (my Russian friend once explained to me that "just because I am paranoid does not mean they are not out to get me", LOL) but there is a certain unwholesome vibe that I get from GLP and yet I come back. What I don't want to do it high jack your thread and I don't want to post things in too much detail lest certain people figure out who I am.

The folks that have posted situations where the "ghost" or "spirit" was angry were not dealing with deceased humans. Those are evil spirits taking advantage. The bulk of the stories ring true for me about brief, powerful and peaceful experiences.

Slightly before turning to God and in the years since I have had countless powerful experiences along these lines. As someone here mentioned that these souls need our prayers. And being a Catholic and Irish decent (as well as Basque Spaniard), I was directed to find a simple prayer for them. And I would encourage each person who has had these experiences to pray this prayer:

The Chaplet of Comfort
(Prayer for the Deceased)

(Make the sign of the Cross)

On Large bead is said the following prayer:

Merciful Jesus, we humbly recall in prayer, the soul(s) of (name or names), whom you have called to their eternal home. Grant (name or names) eternal life and peace. Amen.


On each small bead, recite the following prayer:

Lord, grant (name or names) eternal rest and peace.


At the conclusion of the recitation of the Chaplet, the following prayer is recited:

Let us pray.
We thank you Lord for listening to our simple prayers offered for the soul(s) of (name or names). May (name or names) pray for us as we have for them.

Grant this through Christ Our Lord. Amen.

(Conclude with the sign of the Cross)


They do watch over us and protect us and in some way this pray allows them to do so even more. I thank them for my protection. Interesting that Padre Pio was mentioned in this thread as he is one of my favorite saints.

Take care.

Do you know why? I believe many are descendants of Israel, and perhaps this is a factor.

Fascinating Well my dear, come into my house as a Little light when you wish and make me later a description. I'll be not scared

A Jungian could talk about synchronicity or a significative coincidence. You're talking about som'thing and unexpectly som'thing deeply related with the theme pops out of the blue. Casuality or causality? That's the question

What a chain of family experiences, Miggy/Lynne. Amazing. As you can see, some episodes are like common topics related somehow with experiences of other people, but you were an skeptic until it happenende to you, and the only thing you know is that "that" was so vividly real as "life itself".

The question about where we go exactly after the transition is a open one. A lot of testimonies talks aboyt some place/period of transition and reflection; occultists and spiritists or spirirituaist talk about the "astral world", made essentially of our own thoughts and emotions. After that, you transit to another "plane". Others talk about a period of revisionism about the events and choices of the past life, as preparation for the next incarnation. Others, like the Catholics, talk about some kind of Limbo, or the Purgatory. Anyway it seems that the terms heaven and hell eventually are a very personal and subjective situation. Frankly, the Christian theology is very simple and naive about this afterlife realm and fate of the souls. A multitude of testimonies tells us that things over there are much more complex, and much more interesting, like a kind of never ending story and learning. I guess it's up to each of us.

Thank you for your wonderful testimony

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Thanks for the reference

A granduncle of mine experimented the same kind of "knowledge" and visions. Traditionally, it's said that this people has "the sight". Not always is som'thing reconforting or a "blessed gift", sometimes is something simply unexpected and disturbing thru the day-by-day normal routines.

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Thank you very much, my friend. Yes, I think that to pray is the best way to send light & love to our beloved ones at the other side. Catholics talk about "the communion of the saints" and that's nothing but the endless dialogue between the still incarnated and the desincarnated blessed souls (with the OK of The Boss, and always as spiritual improvement and vivification of the faith of the living ones... and of the other team too). Your pray is very appreciated

Hello my friend, I hope you fell a bit better now. My sincere sympathies to you and your family.

The Celtic culture, as every primitive culture, had its roots in the visible and the invisible world and the relationships between those two worlds, the day, the twilight and the night of the human soul. The community was formed by the living and the dead ones, and everything was part of a never ending cycle of life, death and rebirthing, as the four seasons of the year. This is not particularly celtic, but the celts made a very elaborated cosmovisión on the stuff in their beliefs, rituals and lifestyle in the peace and in the war. A lot of this ancient tradition was kept alive thru folklore, legends and myths, shadows of the ancient religión, and especially the Catholicism made later a peculiar mix with this celtic cosmos.

The Irish are not descendants of Israel, but of Noah's... as almost everybody in ancient times. But this is another long story

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In the middle of a normal dream I was making a right turn onto a busy highway. After making the turn I had to accelerate fast as I had misjudged the speed of a semi truck. Despite pulling out into the path of the truck he was able to slow and did not even blow his horn at me.

Suddenly however the dream went from normal to vivid and I found myself walking down the isle of a supermarket. I looked to my side and saw my father standing there smiling at me. He passed away one year ago. In this dream he appeared as he did in the 1960's when I was a small child. I woke up right then.
I can't explain the dream at all, other than the fact I did work a driving job for many years. Never remember any close calls with trucks however.

Well, the first part of the dream was like a scene of Spielberg's "Duel" or som'thing

I guess the "acceleration" in your dream (in a familiar context for ya, driving) as response to the incoming truck was some kind of emotional "transition" inside your dream and inside your memories and emotions, into another kind of experience, or if you wish into another "realm" where some kind of personal "Golden Age" was reacted for you. What begun like some sort of nightmare became another thing absolutely different. Your young dad in the dream/realm/whatever was not "dad" there, was "Daddy". I dunno if you traveled at other reality, at the bottom of yoiur mind or at the bottom of your heart. That's up to you.

Thank you for sharing, wonderful experience

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I'm an Irish medium and have given many messages from the otherside to people that I not have known,

The spirit world is amazing.

Catholicism destroyed The Celtic culture,