This is my opportunity to share a personal story and actually write it down somewhere.
My experience occurred in October 2009. I have not really had what you call a ghostly experience where I saw anything visually, but I did feel my brother's presence and sensed the words of my brother's spirit who passed a few hours before. I had spoken to him minutes before he passed from stomach cancer. He was trying desperately to communicate with me but he was not able to say anything that made sense. His words were just babble, so I spoke for him. I told him he was the best brother I could have ever asked for and that I knew he loved me as I loved him. I then told him when it was my turn to please come and meet me. After our last goodbye I didn't know what to do with myself. A few hours later I found myself on the recumbent bike in my bedroom, and I sensed his presence in my room. "Is that you?" I asked. I felt his essence of personality enter my body or my heart and I was him for a minute. "So this is how you walked around feeling." I was all of a sudden smiling. I sensed he was always carrying around humor, like everything was funny in his world. Well, I felt that inside of me, different than how I see things. I know that feeling didn't originate from me. It was a very wonderful, nice feeling. Then that feeling was gone. I knew what had happened instantly. He left a piece of himself for me to remember. The feeling then left from me. It was kind of like a sprinkling, not a possession entirely.
I then sensed he was floating around near the corner where the walls meet behind my armoire, and these are the things he said: "I can't remember. Was I sick? I feel great" "Wow! This is so amazing! So cool!" Then he looked in the wall corner and told me he was leaving now and was never coming back. He got distracted, and seemed to leave thoughts of me behind, like he was going to go and do something else now. Then he was gone, never to show up in a dream, never to be sensed again. He didn't say I'll miss you or anything sentimental before he moved on, he simply moved on.
I have doubted this experience on several occasions, like maybe I made it up in my head. Maybe I did. But the thing that keeps me wondering if he was really there is the essence of who he was, taking a rest for a minute within me. I felt like him, and I can't forget that strange sensation.
I had never experienced anything like that and haven't ever since. I really never want to, and hope I never do again. I am glad to have had that one experience. It was enough.
Let no strange spirits, if spirits exist, feel they can come and talk to me. They are not invited. I am not psychic, clairvoyant or any of those other special things, and I don't want to be.
It was just my brother. And that's it for me.
My experience occurred in October 2009. I have not really had what you call a ghostly experience where I saw anything visually, but I did feel my brother's presence and sensed the words of my brother's spirit who passed a few hours before. I had spoken to him minutes before he passed from stomach cancer. He was trying desperately to communicate with me but he was not able to say anything that made sense. His words were just babble, so I spoke for him. I told him he was the best brother I could have ever asked for and that I knew he loved me as I loved him. I then told him when it was my turn to please come and meet me. After our last goodbye I didn't know what to do with myself. A few hours later I found myself on the recumbent bike in my bedroom, and I sensed his presence in my room. "Is that you?" I asked. I felt his essence of personality enter my body or my heart and I was him for a minute. "So this is how you walked around feeling." I was all of a sudden smiling. I sensed he was always carrying around humor, like everything was funny in his world. Well, I felt that inside of me, different than how I see things. I know that feeling didn't originate from me. It was a very wonderful, nice feeling. Then that feeling was gone. I knew what had happened instantly. He left a piece of himself for me to remember. The feeling then left from me. It was kind of like a sprinkling, not a possession entirely.
I then sensed he was floating around near the corner where the walls meet behind my armoire, and these are the things he said: "I can't remember. Was I sick? I feel great" "Wow! This is so amazing! So cool!" Then he looked in the wall corner and told me he was leaving now and was never coming back. He got distracted, and seemed to leave thoughts of me behind, like he was going to go and do something else now. Then he was gone, never to show up in a dream, never to be sensed again. He didn't say I'll miss you or anything sentimental before he moved on, he simply moved on.
I have doubted this experience on several occasions, like maybe I made it up in my head. Maybe I did. But the thing that keeps me wondering if he was really there is the essence of who he was, taking a rest for a minute within me. I felt like him, and I can't forget that strange sensation.
I had never experienced anything like that and haven't ever since. I really never want to, and hope I never do again. I am glad to have had that one experience. It was enough.
Let no strange spirits, if spirits exist, feel they can come and talk to me. They are not invited. I am not psychic, clairvoyant or any of those other special things, and I don't want to be.
It was just my brother. And that's it for me.
By April Nelsen
Source:Quora
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