Visits From the Dead
by My experience with visits from family members who have passed over.
I have watched psychic Sylvia Browne appear on The Montel Williams Show on several occasions. I have to admit that I was skeptical when she told people how their loved ones who had passed over contacted them. “They come to you in your dreams”, she said. “They turn on lights and radios and such”, “They leave coins lying around” are a few of the ways she claimed the dead were contacting those they left behind.
I had my doubts until it happened to me. Three years ago my brother passed away suddenly at the age of 56. I hadn’t seen him in eight years because he chose to separate his family from the rest of us. I had spoken to him on the phone a couple of times though.
After he died he came to me in dreams. In one of the first dreams I was knocking on a door. He opened it and he said, “I’m sorry.” That meant so much to me and I knew my brother was sending me a message. Though he only visited me in dreams a few times, I did start experiencing a flickering light bulb in my bathroom. My husband changed the bulbs but the one continued to flicker. I knew that it was my brother. Eventually, after several months, the light stopped flickering.
Then, almost two years later, my father passed away suddenly. My father’s last name was/is Bird. He was in the music business, specifically as a music publisher, but he also involved himself on the boards of many music associations. He would introduce himself to people as, “Bird’s the name, music’s my game.”
The week my father died I stayed at my mother’s while we made funeral arrangements. At one point I found myself sitting alone in the living room when a lamp beside me started to flicker. I looked at it for a few minutes and then it stopped. Was it Dad?
One afternoon we were heading to the funeral home when we stepped outside into the cold February weather and heard a chorus of birds singing in a tree. This was a little unusual for Ontario in February. Once we got to the car all the birds ceased their singing. My mother said she never heard them again.
Back at my house, a couple of weeks later, my television began turning on by itself in the early morning hours – anywhere from 5 to 7am. This never happened before my father died. A friend told me to pay attention to what was on the TV before I turned it off. One time the news was finishing up with a segment about music. I was half asleep so I have never been able to recall the specifics; I just remember it was about music.
The last time it happened was just last week. The television room is just below our bedroom so I could hear the TV. I got out of bed and went down to turn off the TV. I stopped and looked at what was on the air – an orchestra was playing. (Side note: This coming Sunday, September 23/07, the Elmer Iseler Singers and the Canadian Brass are performing a tribute concert in honor of my father.)
Have I convinced you yet? I’m not finished. There are still the dreams – the dreams where he takes me by the hand and tells me everything is okay; the dreams where he shows up with my brother and both are smiling and happy.
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Post CommentDonna
On September 20, 2007 at 12:39 pm
I’m so happy to hear that you are receiving visits from your brother and father Mary. I know how difficult it is losing a parent, and someone close to you. My mom’s been gone for 10 years now, and it took me many years to get past her death. So often I would go to pick up the phone to call her, and then remember she was gone. I know my dad still dreams of her, and says that he hears her talking to him many times in his dreams.
Thanks for sharing this, and I do hope that you find some peace in knowing that your brother and father are happy together.
janet50
On September 20, 2007 at 12:59 pm
That is such a beautiful and touching article, Pat. I am so glad both your brother and father are keeping in touch with you from beyond.
Adia Kassajarian
On October 10, 2007 at 4:33 pm
I think it is a touching story. But just to let you know Sylvia Brown is a vile, disgusting toad of a women. Who has no right playing games, at very serious work. She is a fruad and at best a really good educational guesser. But Still lovely story about your father and your brother.
Cathy
On July 8, 2008 at 3:49 pm
I have had 3 dreams that I believe were visits from my deceased relatives.
The first was from my father the day that my mother died. That evening I had fallen asleep on the couch and had a dream I was in an airport and saw a young version of my father come out of the crowd. He had luggage in his hands which he set down on the floor. As that happened I saw a very close image of his face with a very big smile. The image suddenly disappeared with a whooshing sound and it was over. I feel that this was a visit from him to me to let me know how happy he was to be reunited with my mother.
The second was maybe a year or so after my mother died. Again I was in an airport and was walking along with my brother talking. All of a sudden I saw my mother approaching us from out of the crowd. I stopped when I saw her but my brother kept walking as if he didn\’t see her. She came up to me and gave me a big hug which I really felt and remember as if it really happened. She said \” I\’m happy now I can do what I like! \” As with the first dream it ended suddenly with a big whooshing noise.
The third dream was of my brother-in -law who had passed over a few months before. I was in the board room at work by myself I guess waiting for a meeting to start. I could smell cigarette smoke and when I looked toward the end of the table I saw my brother-in-law Jim sitting there smoking a cigarette as he did very often in life. He said \” everyone thinks I\’m gone but I\’m still here\” . The dream ended suddenly.
Based on my experiences with these dreams I believe they were visits from my relatives after death. The dreams did not feel like other ones I have had. After reading others experiences I believe this even more. I believe we should keep an open mind to these experiences as there is so much we don\’t know or just can\’t prove at this point.
Jackie
On September 18, 2008 at 9:37 am
Sounds very interesting. My mother just passed and I hope to hear from her soon to let me know that she made it okay.
pam sept 18, 2008
On September 23, 2008 at 8:47 pm
my friend gingers daughter was killed by her father and then he shot himself. she feels jordon in her bed and things happened. one thing she has wanted to know, there are 3 knocks usually right above her head, what is she saying to her mom??
Jennifer
On January 25, 2009 at 2:08 pm
Interesting. I’ve been looking for a story like this on the internet. My dad recently passed and my husband took me shopping for a wall unit I’ve been wanting the week he died (probably to cheer me up). Ever since I bought the unit, the lights built within the unit flicker on and off for no apparent reason. It happens all different times of the day (not every day but on occassion). Sometime we come home from work and they are on and sometimes they just go on and off when we are standing around or watching tv. I just yell out “hey dad – miss you and love you”. I love to think its my dad saying hello and that he is okay. Its a very comforting thought.
Karen
On March 25, 2009 at 6:54 pm
My Dad died this past September, and I miss him terribly. Once a week I go and spend the night at my Mom’s house, usually sleeping in the room where he died. The first few weeks, I would use my cell phone as my alarm; I would go to bed with four bars showing, and after the first week, the phone would make beeping noises and light up in the middle of the night, for no clear reason. Twice it simply went dead; no battery. The second time that that happened, I said, out loud, “Dad, don’t mess with the phone! I need to wake up at 6!” Although the phone battery was dead, I woke up sharply at 6 AM, thinking that my Dad had called my name.
On my birthday, 6 months after my father died, I went to sleep with my cell phone by my bed. I woke up at 5:45AM to the sound of the cell phone alarm. My husband and I both jumped up, as we never have that alarm set! I checked the phone; the alarm had been set for three days earlier, set for 6AM. It was now ringing in my hand, and reading “alarm off”.
Oh, and my Dad always called me on my birthday, ever since the year that I moved out to get married, thirty years ago.
Dad; I KNEW it was you!!!!!
Mary Patricia Bird
On March 26, 2009 at 12:12 pm
Karen, it’s nice to know that though your father has passed away, he is always with you. ((((HUGS))))
margo
On May 21, 2009 at 12:46 pm
I became handicapped (spinal stenosis/fibromyalgia) 9 yrs ago. Before that, i used to have dreams of myself using nothing but a type of chair or cushion that would propel me anywhere i needed to go. I would dream this alot, not knowing that someday i would be unable to walk like everyone else. At the time, i never gave thought to why i dreamt this so often. well, it finally stopped when it came to light that i would never be be able to walk normally without a great deal of pain. Now, i have begun to dream of my grandmother, my stepbrother, my father, stepsister,(who I dont know her status) and a ‘boy’friend I had a terrible crush on in highschool. I dont know if the ‘boy’friend has passed on, but the rest have. I dream of them almost , i would say, 2-3 times a week.
And of course it makes me wonder what it all means. I have had the usual signs of tv changing channels by itself, and small dark objects dashing around in my bedroom, VERY fast, yet obvious. I am not afraid, but I would love to have something more obvious. like a voice. in the dreams, they are just there, hardly any interaction with me in the dream, just in it. I am a true believer in the paranormal and the after life, and I am sharing this experience with you in hope that you will share similiar experiences. Thank you for listening. Margo
marilyn Blum
On September 19, 2010 at 9:22 pm
I am on this site because my brother John just died July 22, 2010, he has five children. The youngest son took a photo of himself with his cell phone in the bathroom mirror on Friday night, to send to a girl he was talking to. My brother is clearly in the picture with his son and I would not have believed this in a thousand years, but I have the picture on my computer. Our entire family is still in shock, we have never been into this type of stuff, so we really don’t know what to make of it, but we think it is wonderful.
Marilyn in Michigan