First spiritual experience.

[sparklekaz]

My first spiritual experience was when I was about 5 years old. We lived big old victorian house that had been converted into flats. At the time my mum worked as a nurse on nights, so my Dad took care of my sisters and I. I had been a bit of a pest and kept calling down to him to bring me water, or that I was too hot. He'd been up and down a few times and was getting a bit fed up. I carried on moaning anyway, and so when I heard the bedroom door open, I thought I'm in for trouble now. I looked up and you can imagine my surprise when I saw a man stood there who was definitely not my Dad. He was dressed in dark dirty clothes and on his hed he had a helmet with what looked like a torch on the front. He face looked dark and sooty.

I remember calling out, Dad is that you, even though I knew it wasn't. I rubbed my eyes, hoping I was dreaming and that I'd wake up. But I was definitely awake. Slowly he moved accross the room towards me. So I dived my head under my pillow. Bottom in the air. Thinking, I can't see him now so he can't see me. I then felt an icy cold hand touch me on my back. With that I screamed my head off. My Dad came rushing up the stairs to see what the noise was all about. He told me I'd had a bad dream, but I knew I hadn't. Even today, that memory is as vivid as it was all those years ago. After that I'd often see strange things in the night. Once I saw a disembodied hand pointing towards me floating. I got so nervous I wouldn't sleep on my own and would jump into bed with my younger sister. We left those flats about a year later thank goodness.

When I was 9, I was playing beside the main road. My ball shot into the road, between some parked cars. Just as I was about to step off the pavement to get it, I heard my name called really loudly behind me. As I stopped and turned to see who was there, a red sports car sped passed. If I'd stepped out when I'd intended to, there is no doubt in my mind I'd have been hit. As the driver would not have seen me in time to stop. And yes, there was no one behind me or near me at the time. I like to think someone in spirit was watching out for me.

Things quietened down then, until I was ten and my Grandmother passed away very suddenly. She was only 59. In the catholic faith, the night before the funeral the family receive the coffin at the chuch and there is a small private service. As we sat in the church, I remember very vividly how the wind seemed to whip around the church and I heard my Grandmother's voice say, 'never forget me'. And to this day forty or so years later I never have.

Over the years there have been a few more experiences of spirit. But those are my earliest memories and in many ways the ones that made the strongest impression on me.

Love and light
Kaz

[mojomojo]

Hi Kaz, that was really nice, bet it didn't seem like it at the time. In the church you mentioned about the wind, every time I'm about to get a visit, I always hear this background wind, very audible, but light, if that makes any sense, a bit like in the old westerns, empty high street with the cactus blowing by, like a distant gale but quieter, hard to explain, but always has the same effect, as in , here we go again.
Robert.

[sparklekaz]

Yes Robert.. I've spoken to a few people over time about the 'wind phenomenon'. And the general consensus is that it is connected to hearing spirit or the presence of spirit. Just briefly, I can tell you another story where wind was involved. My mum was contacted by my auntie to say that her father was very ill and to come as soon as she could. We lived in Wales but apart from my Aunt who lived in Australia the rest of the family still lived in Birmingham. I immediately said I was coming too, as I had always been very close to my Grandad.

We arrived at around 10pm and my auntie said it was too late to go and see him at the nursing home then and we'd go first thing in the morning. We were very anxious to see him, but accepted what she said. That night I had a very vivid dream. To keep it brief, I will simply speak of the part of the dream that relates to the wind. I was in my Grandad's house in his bedroom, looking out of the window into his garden. It was night-time. I saw him walking accross the grass looking very intent on going somewhere. I call out to him. He then appears beside me in the bedroom, saying nothing but staring out of the window. As if he can see something, I cannot. Intuitively, I feel he is seeing my Grandmother who died at 59. This was now 28 years later. I said to him, 'go to her Grandad, don't be afraid, she is waiting for you. Then realizing what I had said, I burst into tears and clung on to him, begging him not to go, I couldn't bear to lose him. Then I became aware of the wind, building up around us in the room. It was very powerful. I woke up suddenly my heart racing and in the room it felt very windy too. Even though all the windows were closed. I got up and went downstairs to get a drink of water. My Aunt was up too and made me a cup of tea. I told her about the dream and that I was afraid it mean't he had died. She reassured me he would be there in the morning. That the dream was my fears and worries about him coming out.

The next day we got to the home and the staff wouldn't let us go up straight away to see him without one of them checking on him first. We finally went into him and it was clear he was very poorly. Barely conscious. I sat beside him on the bed and put my arms around him. I told him I was there, that I loved him, and would not leave him. He said my name, he knew I was there. And I didn't leave him. He died in my arms 2 hours later. Afterwards the staff told us, they thought they had lost him in the early hours, but suddenly he'd rallied. I believe with all my heart he came to me in my dream. To say goodbye. But that he knew I needed to see him, hold him and kiss him one last time. So he waited for me. I miss him so much, but I felt blessed to have been allowed to be there with him right to the end, as he'd been for me all my life.

Love and light
Kaz

[mojomojo]

Now you've caused a tear to escape,
Thanks for sharing,
Robert.