Has anyone/or someone related to you experienced death relatives presence after they passed away?

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Not talking about hallucinations but lets say your uncle dies and you have no idea and you are sleeping and he appears in your dream to tell you he has to go now... stuff like that. That happened to my cousin the night uncle died w/o him knowing.

Our family dog started barking at 12:30 am (exactly the time of death), his barking was directed at my grandmothers portrait (uncle's mom), and she never did that b4 nor afterwards.

Stuff like that.
 

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Not talking about hallucinations but lets say your uncle dies and you have no idea and you are sleeping and he appears in your dream to tell you he has to go now... stuff like that. That happened to my cousin the night uncle died w/o him knowing.

Our family dog started barking at 12:30 am (exactly the time of death), his barking was directed at my grandmothers portrait (uncle's mom), and she never did that b4 nor afterwards.

Stuff like that.
Animals sense things that humans cannot. Remember the huge tsunami in Thailand in 2004? All the animals knew it was coming and ran to high ground.
 

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Yeah my mom talked to me before she passed

I called my friend after to tell him about it and while we were talking we got disconnected both of us had 4 bars when they told me the time she passed it was the time we got disconnected
 

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not directly related to your query, but i found this gentleman's post on loss (at another forum) worth the read;


"Alright, here goes. I'm old. What that means is that I've survived (so far) and a lot of people I've known and loved did not. I've lost friends, best friends, acquaintances, co-workers, grandparents, mom, relatives, teachers, mentors, students, neighbors, and a host of other folks. I have no children, and I can't imagine the pain it must be to lose a child. But here's my two cents.
I wish I could say you get used to people dying. I never did. I don't want to. It tears a hole through me whenever somebody I love dies, no matter the circumstances. But I don't want it to "not matter". I don't want it to be something that just passes. My scars are a testament to the love and the relationship that I had for and with that person. And if the scar is deep, so was the love. So be it. Scars are a testament to life. Scars are a testament that I can love deeply and live deeply and be cut, or even gouged, and that I can heal and continue to live and continue to love. And the scar tissue is stronger than the original flesh ever was. Scars are a testament to life. Scars are only ugly to people who can't see.
As for grief, you'll find it comes in waves. When the ship is first wrecked, you're drowning, with wreckage all around you. Everything floating around you reminds you of the beauty and the magnificence of the ship that was, and is no more. And all you can do is float. You find some piece of the wreckage and you hang on for a while. Maybe it's some physical thing. Maybe it's a happy memory or a photograph. Maybe it's a person who is also floating. For a while, all you can do is float. Stay alive.
In the beginning, the waves are 100 feet tall and crash over you without mercy. They come 10 seconds apart and don't even give you time to catch your breath. All you can do is hang on and float. After a while, maybe weeks, maybe months, you'll find the waves are still 100 feet tall, but they come further apart. When they come, they still crash all over you and wipe you out. But in between, you can breathe, you can function. You never know what's going to trigger the grief. It might be a song, a picture, a street intersection, the smell of a cup of coffee. It can be just about anything...and the wave comes crashing. But in between waves, there is life.
Somewhere down the line, and it's different for everybody, you find that the waves are only 80 feet tall. Or 50 feet tall. And while they still come, they come further apart. You can see them coming. An anniversary, a birthday, or Christmas, or landing at O'Hare. You can see it coming, for the most part, and prepare yourself. And when it washes over you, you know that somehow you will, again, come out the other side. Soaking wet, sputtering, still hanging on to some tiny piece of the wreckage, but you'll come out.
Take it from an old guy. The waves never stop coming, and somehow you don't really want them to. But you learn that you'll survive them. And other waves will come. And you'll survive them too. If you're lucky, you'll have lots of scars from lots of loves. And lots of shipwrecks."
 

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not directly related to your query, but i found this gentleman's post on loss (at another forum) worth the read;


"Alright, here goes. I'm old. What that means is that I've survived (so far) and a lot of people I've known and loved did not. I've lost friends, best friends, acquaintances, co-workers, grandparents, mom, relatives, teachers, mentors, students, neighbors, and a host of other folks. I have no children, and I can't imagine the pain it must be to lose a child. But here's my two cents.
I wish I could say you get used to people dying. I never did. I don't want to. It tears a hole through me whenever somebody I love dies, no matter the circumstances. But I don't want it to "not matter". I don't want it to be something that just passes. My scars are a testament to the love and the relationship that I had for and with that person. And if the scar is deep, so was the love. So be it. Scars are a testament to life. Scars are a testament that I can love deeply and live deeply and be cut, or even gouged, and that I can heal and continue to live and continue to love. And the scar tissue is stronger than the original flesh ever was. Scars are a testament to life. Scars are only ugly to people who can't see.
As for grief, you'll find it comes in waves. When the ship is first wrecked, you're drowning, with wreckage all around you. Everything floating around you reminds you of the beauty and the magnificence of the ship that was, and is no more. And all you can do is float. You find some piece of the wreckage and you hang on for a while. Maybe it's some physical thing. Maybe it's a happy memory or a photograph. Maybe it's a person who is also floating. For a while, all you can do is float. Stay alive.
In the beginning, the waves are 100 feet tall and crash over you without mercy. They come 10 seconds apart and don't even give you time to catch your breath. All you can do is hang on and float. After a while, maybe weeks, maybe months, you'll find the waves are still 100 feet tall, but they come further apart. When they come, they still crash all over you and wipe you out. But in between, you can breathe, you can function. You never know what's going to trigger the grief. It might be a song, a picture, a street intersection, the smell of a cup of coffee. It can be just about anything...and the wave comes crashing. But in between waves, there is life.
Somewhere down the line, and it's different for everybody, you find that the waves are only 80 feet tall. Or 50 feet tall. And while they still come, they come further apart. You can see them coming. An anniversary, a birthday, or Christmas, or landing at O'Hare. You can see it coming, for the most part, and prepare yourself. And when it washes over you, you know that somehow you will, again, come out the other side. Soaking wet, sputtering, still hanging on to some tiny piece of the wreckage, but you'll come out.
Take it from an old guy. The waves never stop coming, and somehow you don't really want them to. But you learn that you'll survive them. And other waves will come. And you'll survive them too. If you're lucky, you'll have lots of scars from lots of loves. And lots of shipwrecks."

This post is just beautiful. You can tell the guy has written a thing or two. Just straight up beauty from the heart.
 

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Those are some great words. The time will make it better thing is such b.s. i lost my mother a year ago and time does not make it go away. I also lost a great friend who left behind a wife and two kids. The scars will always be there and the waves still crash. Sometimes loved ones i have lost come to me in my dreams and leave messages. I have to remind myself that life is precious and to appreciate what and who i have in my life.
 
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Animals sense things that humans cannot. Remember the huge tsunami in Thailand in 2004? All the animals knew it was coming and ran to high ground.

Yeap but how my dog would feel my uncle dying 30miles away UNLESS the spiritual presence of my uncle (or his mother my grandma) showed at our place JUST as he was passing away. I went to the hospital all day that day to be with loved ones and say my last words, he was sedated and unresponsive (needed artificial pumps). I talked to him, said a couple of things but broke down and had to leave the ICU crying and enraged... my brother followed me swiftly 5mins after, same reaction.

My point is that after these experiences, one can say with certainty there is something else out there... there is an spiritual world. I refused God for years, now Im coming around, kind of believe in him but I don't believe in any religion. But I'm convinced I might be able to see my dead loved ones when I die. Its kind of relieving.
 
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Those are some great words. The time will make it better thing is such b.s. i lost my mother a year ago and time does not make it go away. I also lost a great friend who left behind a wife and two kids. The scars will always be there and the waves still crash. Sometimes loved ones i have lost come to me in my dreams and leave messages. I have to remind myself that life is precious and to appreciate what and who i have in my life.

Preach it bud, the pain NEVER goes away, you just get used to it.
 
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Yeah my mom talked to me before she passed

I called my friend after to tell him about it and while we were talking we got disconnected both of us had 4 bars when they told me the time she passed it was the time we got disconnected

That-s what Im talking about yes... My heart goes out to you Slap, you are one of the good guys. My mom is alive, when that day comes, Im gonna crack Im 100% sure no other way around it
 

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Yeap but how my dog would feel my uncle dying 30miles away UNLESS the spiritual presence of my uncle (or his mother my grandma) showed at our place JUST as he was passing away. I went to the hospital all day that day to be with loved ones and say my last words, he was sedated and unresponsive (needed artificial pumps). I talked to him, said a couple of things but broke down and had to leave the ICU crying and enraged... my brother followed me swiftly 5mins after, same reaction.

My point is that after these experiences, one can say with certainty there is something else out there... there is an spiritual world. I refused God for years, now Im coming around, kind of believe in him but I don't believe in any religion. But I'm convinced I might be able to see my dead loved ones when I die. Its kind of relieving.
100.00% there is a God. I am a person of faith. But it doesn't take any faith say there is a God. It's obvious.
 

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first nephew died when 28 days old, son of my younger brother. The day that he died was a sunday at around 5 pm, that night the 2 hours i slept i had a dream, my nephew was like floating to a light waving goodbye, however i could spot like two hook shaped scars on his back. Turns out they were the exact same ones he got 'cause he got 3 surgeries trying to remove a cyst from his lung, I must add that the only time i got to spend with him was like 5 minutes, he was in the premature room at the hospital de niños and only parents and grand parents were allowed but we had a friend who let me and my other brother in for a few minutes. While alive he was always in pain and had trouble breathing, always sedated with IV all over the place including the last one in his head because they had run out of places for IV's, however in the dream he looked totally relieved and at peace. For me, thats the closest ive had
 
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first nephew died when 28 days old, son of my younger brother. The day that he died was a sunday at around 5 pm, that night the 2 hours i slept i had a dream, my nephew was like floating to a light waving goodbye, however i could spot like two hook shaped scars on his back. Turns out they were the exact same ones he got 'cause he got 3 surgeries trying to remove a cyst from his lung, I must add that the only time i got to spend with him was like 5 minutes, he was in the premature room at the hospital de niños and only parents and grand parents were allowed but we had a friend who let me and my other brother in for a few minutes. While alive he was always in pain and had trouble breathing, always sedated with IV all over the place including the last one in his head because they had run out of places for IV's, however in the dream he looked totally relieved and at peace. For me, thats the closest ive had

That gave me goosebumps. Jay wow. What a heartbreaking yet beautiful story. It certainly counts as to what I-m trying to discuss. My 5 year old cousin said, THAT SAME DAY, that uncle visited him (he lives in North Carolina, uncle died in CR) and our 5 year old cousin said uncle told him he was tired and his heart needed to rest, that the doctors were focusing on his lungs but his disease was already in his heart, that they needed to save his heart not his lungs. A 5 year old making up a story?

A week and a half later, doctors let us know he didnt die from his lungs and that in the end what got him was a spore, a fungi entered his weakened body 1 month before being hospitalized due to frequenting saunas and swimming with a weak condition... they weakened him for the antibiotics to work and pump his adrenaline... and thats what killed him as the spore grew stronger and invaded his ventricles.
 

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Both the Buddhist, most of the Hindu sects and of course many 21st century New Thought (western variations) teach that there is no 'death'. There is only a departure from the current physical vessel.

Thus it is actually very common for people currently in physical bodies to interact with their 'departed' loved ones.

The 'dead' do not 'go' anywhere different. The departed consciousness simply moves to a higher level of vibration that is admittedly challenging for most humans to detect since most humans rely solely on their primary five physical sensory receptors.
 

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This has never happened to me as you describe but I absolutely believe in spirits and welcome them.
 

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