Category: Supernatural Faith Souls Purgatory Heaven Hell

death the final moments the veil has parted

I’d like to share with you some stories I’ve collected over the years from industry professionals who witnessed death first-hand.

THE CRUSH

A policeman who happens to be my sister’s neighbor told of a gruesome Tale he was called late night to an industrial parkway. the maintenance worker on The Late Shift was missing after he went in to inspect the machine. all safety measures were in check but later when they started the machine they couldn’t find him. the machine became cotton stuck in a safety switch was thrown. his co-workers put two and two together called an ambulance and the police of course. when machines were parted in fried apart, the work was pancaked flattened just chunks a little flesh here and there. needless to say he and his fellow officer had to take two weeks off paid leave and speak to a psychologist he still won’t really elaborate or talk about it.

SEVERED

A paramedic a friend of mine now told her this tale that it happened the summer prior. his ambulance responded to a multi-vehicle accident. when they arrived on scene they realized it was extremely serious and they had to call for backup. they were trying to attend victims they realize a woman was crushed underneath the car. they had to try and rock the car and lift her to get her legs from out and under it. when I looked at the car now if they realize that she was severed in two. now you have to realize the whole time this morning was conscious and shocked and constantly screaming. all she would do was scream and scream and scream. he tried to pd ever witnessed anything like this he said that this woman screamed for an easy 10 to possibly 12 minutes before she expired and there was nothing anyone could do for her she was just in total shock tonone of these paramedics nor fireman replacement had ever witnessed anything like this he said that this woman screamed for an easy 10 to possibly 12 minutes before she expired and there was nothing anyone could do for her she was just in total shock just screaming.

BODY COLLECTOR

I work with a guy who previously worked for a funeral home. He would pick up flowers help with things like burials and of course do an embalming here and there. But when he enjoyed the most was picking up bodies.

He had a lot of stories about carrying overweight people down steps and how they would get stuck and that they could barely lift some of them. but his favorite tail was when he came upon a motorcycle accident where they at hit a tree it was a man and a woman. They were killed instantly. and has he was scraping the girls brains into a plastic baggie and any organs that he could found that are still quivering. the police and a paramedic were searching for the man’s missing arm soon send the body collector had to help too. she said after about 20 minutes or so somebody finally spotted it as a flashlight high up in the tree he said it was an easy 30 feet high in the tree just dangling off of limb. he had to wait for a fireman to get it down so he could take it back to the funeral home with the rest of the pieces.

CLOSED CASKET

my ex sister-in-law told me how she had to go to the funeral home a friend of hers husband had died in a car accident and it was a bad one. it was a head-on collision and it was closed casket at the funeral home. she went to the the service just before burial and attended the burial service. as these things go after the service and prior to cemetery all friends Horace Court it out and asked to wait until their cars while the family takes a final look at the deceased. my ex sister-in-law was going to wait for a friend and she waited outside in the lobby the doors were shut to the visitation room and the casket was opened for the family to take a final look and remember this was closed for a reason. when it was opened she heard about 3 different screams. later months later she was told and it was so horrific because there was nothing left of his head.

THE VEIL PARTED

The next three stories are a bit more Supernatural.

CIRCLED CALENDAR

childhood friend of mine told me about a recent death of one of her brothers friends. it was a big weekend Excursion the next state over and they were all having fun riding in the back of a open pickup. they were all taking turns just running and jumping onto the truck and this guy did too. who is Don little fast and he missed and he rolled right alongside the road. his injuries for severe enough that he died on the same. what’s interesting is that a few days after his death his mom was reading through his room and have him to look on the calendar and their marked on the calendar which no nothing else was marked no specific dates nothing just did your generic blank calendar. This guy had circled the date of his death. Did he know beforehand? His mother feels he did.

THE CALLING

and then my mother now told of how she knew she needed to become a nun. when she was a toddler a little boy become into a room at night he would ask where where is Mommy? now she being small really didn’t know but they play at night all night until she fell asleep. this would happen for months on end and then she started to draw little pictures of them at first when her mom seen this she just thought it was you know the imaginary friend. after a while and the pictures became more frequent, your mother asked what’s the little boy’s name was. Now this future nun told her his name. her mother started crying hysterically. and on this night she waited up with her daughter all night long until the boy showed. and you did show in the wee hours of the morning and when the mother seemed a little boy she immediately reached out for him and it in a beam of white light the mother help the boy she was crying told him over and over how much she loved them and the bean and the boy disappeared and he never came back. this boy was the teacher nuns brother who died years before she was born. the little girl in new van the mystery of God and she believed she vowed to become a nun and she is still one to this day.

DISCOVERY

Big news to hit my small town in the early 70’s was the discovery of a body by two brothers. they were riding their dirt bikes and a newly plowed corn field. they ran over skeletal remains of a man. I never did identify the body the composite sketches were posted nothing was ever found and it’s another cold case. my father was driving late night in that area and it hurts somebody yell for help but being kind of man he was quickly got out of there. months later the boys rn over his bones.

Flash Forward 20 years later. my sister-in-law was engaged to one of those boys who have found that body. I hate that her house many times and we all heard him tell the tale. he and his brother were scared crapless 4 years after that. about a year later this guy himself was killed in a car accident he hit a tree.

but here’s the Supernatural part of it. his fiancee told everyone that is calling hours what had happened prior. He and his family were latent Catholics. for the week earlier he insisted that a Priest come over to the house and talk to him. it was a private conversation and his parents were baffled as well as his fiance but he felt the need to speak to the Priest. at the funeral home of course the parents asked the priest what was said and the priest told them that God sometimes gives people the grace to know beforehand when their time is ending. This man was told by God he knew, that his life was going to come to an end soon. he didn’t know how but he knew it was coming and he wanted to talk to the Priest

Death I hear you calling ( but I can’t come home right now)!

20 years ago this month I watched a stranger die. It was the first time I had ever seen a person die. She had turned a pale baby blue. I watched her take a last breath and she was gone. I asked God to forgive her sins as I looked up for I had long read that the souls float above their body and look down. I was the final car in a six-car pile-up. It was all caused by a drunk driver heading the wrong way on a four-lane highway. Some points of it I remember like it was yesterday especially the part where I kept telling policemen,firemen who finally arrived on the scene that I thought she was dying. They were too busy attending cars that were on fire and people who were bleeding. Three hours later when I was giving the statement in the back of a cop car, news came over his radio that the woman had died and that she was pregnant. He turned around and said to me ‘I wish I would have listened to you when you said that you thought she had died.’

I didn’t realize it then but slowly I had begun to change in the way I drove. Speed demon before, now I’m slower than molasses and stop for caterpillars no joke! I don’t want to ever hurt any living creature nor do any damage to anyone. Also I discovered something else about myself, that during an extreme crisis I can remain calm and cool headed. I and can spring into action and help other people. I’m not frightened or disturbed by what I see. Now bear in mind this is with strangers, with my family I may not be so good!

Because I love to travel to the big city (yes Cleveland really does Rock), and in my work I have to drive alot, I have witnessed many accidents. I’ve tried to oververt potential accidents and have come upon fresh wrecks before any authorities have been contacted. There is one consistent phenomenon I have noticed and that is; that at any given accident there is always someone who is someone that arrives on scene. Albeit an off-duty policeman, off-duty nurse or off-duty fireman, they’re always there before the authorities have been contacted. One incident that really stands out in my mind happened years ago. I had just dropped a friend off from a concert. It was roughly 1:45 in the morning on a weeknight! I was trying to make my way home because I had to work in the morning. As soon as I came upon an intersection there was a car cocked sideways, lights all off smashed to pieces. There was nothing else that I could see but that sole car. I quickly pulled aside, got out and it was an older woman slumped over in a convertible. Her arm dangling over her door with some fresh white vomit on it. I’ll never forget the white lumpy vomit on her arm. She was breathing very heavy and she was totally unconscious. This was pre cell phone, and just then running down the sidewalk was a jogger. But not your ordinary jogger he was an off-duty nurse. And lo and behold a neighbor rushes up and this nurse instructs him to go fetch some towels and he did. About that time we all here radio chatter and sure enough, a ways up the road was a huge trash truck. All the lights were off on this truck and it comes to pass that that trash truck hit this car and had to radio it in.

It was then that I began to see a pattern. I started connecting that whenever there is a major accident that God strategically places those who can help. To me what are the odds of an off duty nurse jogging at that time of the morning slash night in area that was okay but not the best to be out late at night?

Recently I witnessed yet another accident. A car careened out of control on the expressway and hit a light post. The car spun around and shattered. I immediately pulled over ran up the hill where the car landed. I tried to check on the man, but had to run back to my car to get scissors to cut away the airbag. He was dazed and I knew something was very wrong with him. By then other cars stopped and low and behold, here comes an off-duty paramedic! He immediately took charge. A bystander was using his cell phone to call it in and he took the phone from his hand and reported his findings. We all agreed he had a medical emergency and that’s why he lost control.

Because my upbringing I make sure to pray for the accident victims. Also I’ve taken to pulling over when a funeral procession passes by and I pray for the deceased in the hearse. If anyone I know a colleague, an acquaintance, a client dies I make sure to pray for their soul. Also another rule I’ve adopted is to go to the funeral home. I make the time to go to the calling hours because I’ve learned that not everyone prays for the dead. So I take it upon myself to make sure that I pray for their souls. Taking care that I pray in front of the casket. I have read many times and heard from mediums and those who can see the dead that they stand at the foot of their casket. They watch and wait for those people to pray for them versus just shed tears. So I make it my plight to pray for the holy souls.

I’ve also noticed at calling hours how well or how awful the funeral directors have prepared the bodies with the makeup. I’ll never forget my first glimpse of a client in her casket from across the room – the only word I could think of was ghastly! How often do you use the term ghastly, but that’s immediately what struck me! I was so astounded by the frightening look on her face and how cavernous she looked. It was hard for me to even concentrate to pray for her soul. When I spoke outside the funeral home to a mutual friend of ours she said the same thing; how awful she looked. She thought she looked terrified. She had met death and was terrified. Now this friend can see shadows or white figures of those who died or those who are about to die. Days leading up to someone’s death she will see a shadow figure. She’s never sure who will die unless she knows of someone who is ill and then she can predict who. But sometimes she isn’t sure about who. This death, this dark shadow, hangs about her and it scares her because she knows someone is about to die. Leading up to this clients death, she had an inkling that it would be her.

At some calling hours I don’t feel anything really at all. They seem at peace and I pray for their soul. When it happens so suddenly as in another client who had died recently, Everyone is just in a state of shock. One moment she was there and the next day going to work they get a call. She had collapsed while getting ready to come in that day. They were all in a state of disbelief still trying to soak it in, When I arrived everyone was just amazed because it happened without any prediction.

As for me, I’ve determined that I’m going to continue to pray for the dead, to try to remain unaffected by the death as much as possible, so I can serve to function.

And yes, I’m a Kiss fan!

Precognition Dreams: ‘Ignorance is Bliss’?

Should your dreams be shared if they are disturbing? But what if they can save a life? What if they were just bizarre dreadful news that ever comes to pass? But what if it really foretells the future. Wouldn’t you want to act upon it?
to me it just is a natural response to want to forewarn someone if it pertains to them. when I went to share it though I was told otherwise ignorance is bliss they say. usually that’s my motto to but ignoring it I just know will be bad news.I’ve learned in the past not to ignore any dreams that are prophetic or could be prophetic.is it possible that it is a gift from God or message from the Saints or message from the dead, meant to forewarn the living? Or as someone have it welcome the living to the realm of the spirits? An invite if you will. Who’s to say?

When I tried to share my dream I just felt it should be stated to the person involved but yet I was told that it was too scary and it was just maybe too hard to translate into words. wouldn’t you like to know if someone had a dream that you had died and possibly new the time frame? again it could be nothing just a flight of fancy but then again you wouldn’t you want to put your house in order. just in case no unfinished business no loose ends and get right with God? go ahead and take that put off that doctor visit just to be sure just clear anythinges that means secretly be festering? I’m thinking that most rational people would want to know. it’s considered a rich blessing to be foretold of your own death. the gift only the Saints are given.

I have heard many times but God communicates to us in our dreams. everything happens for a reason God must have wanted to pass the message along. The holy souls wanted me to relay the message to person involved. This I take to be a fact. I’m just a messenger why me I don’t know but it’s really not about me it appears message just needed to get through. I feel it was more a precaution to be careful during this time frame, to pray, to reflect. I believe all things are possible under God that we can change outcomes. there are variables to this though I have learned. it depends strongly on the forces that are opposing us example given: whatever evils that have surrounded us. This plays a huge factor on how to combat it and change the outcome.

Rosaries will change the outcome. Asking and praying assistance in understanding what has gone wrong. What has caused this, what has put you in this situation or the other person and asking for it to be revealed to you,
and it will be revealed to you and one way or the other most likely in a dream.
Wasn’t this how Joseph knew to flee from the evil that was coming to get the baby Jesus? He trusted the dream because in a dream he was told to wed Mary.
he trusted God that God spoke to him through dreams because God didn’t verbally speak to him. I trust my dreams because it’s the only way I can communicate with God, Christ and all of the Saints.

Faith, Hope and Christian Indifference; the secret to answered prayer?


Recently I received a lesson concerning the TRUE definition and distinction between faith and hope. I assumed they went hand and hand. Well, they shouldn’t! Here’s why. Faith is action. Act on faith and just know that God has your back. In other words just do it, God will assist. Hope on the other hand, entails you waiting on God. Praying for his intersession, waiting for his response.

Which brings me to what I call Christian Indifference.
This is a term I use to define casting off your cares or needs to God –
without concern of a favorable outcome. Que Sera sera. No more begging, pleading, praying for nor holding onto that ‘must have’ answer. In fact,
Christian Indifference happens after the breaking point. The disappointment,
the suffering, the grief. And it works!

Give your burdens; problems and stress to God. Confess your sins to God and priest. Cast out all evil in your life, home, possessions, workplace, pets, etc., in the name of Jesus Christ. Resolve that your good will come to you. No more constant worry. Your good comes. Then forget it. Let it just happen. Know that with Christian Indifference good comes!

Start your day confident. The evil has passed. Be assured that great times are arriving. One way or another your needs are met. God has listened, act on your need or prayer and be assured that God is with you. No need to pray again. This is Christian Indifference.

Demons Attack!

Demons are everywhere.  This is not a figurative statement. Demons, foul, creeping things,  unclean, shadowy beings are nearby.

I believe you too may have witnessed an encounter as well. My first experience was during a summer night growing  up in a small rural township in Ohio. I was 21 and working 60 plus hours a week.  My younger sister had her trifecta of friends overnight. I was trying to sleep during their ruckus in the adjacent room. Then I heard the grumbling  growl of our little dachshund. I patted the edge of the bed, half asleep, thinking he wanted an invitation. What I heard next wasn’t from the dog. It was a gravelly  growling language.  I tried to wake up. It was sleep paralysis and I caught the thing out from underneath my struggle  to raise my eyelids. It was a small, three foot long by a foot high dark gray black – thing, like a smudge. It was speaking to me and I couldn’t wake up! When I was finally  able to  wake, of course nothing was there. I eventually  went back to sleep and went to work as usual.

The only change I experienced  was an immense  desire to get back to Mass. I had lapsed and hadn’t went to church in several months. Sometime during the next day I had the overwhelming need to go to Mass -asap. And I did.

Flash forward 6 years later and I’m down in Southern  Ohio for part of the July 4th weekend.  I’m meeting a friends mother, who describes to me her born again experience. She was a heavy drinker and one night, after coming home from work late she immediately  started drinking. Sometime around 1 am she grabbed  a beer from the fridge, set it on her nightstand and had in her words “a vision.”

A tall dark shadow figure stood before and started speaking in a growling, garbled way. This caught my attention! Just like the way I heard it, we both knew it was speaking  to us. Then and only then, did I realize what I witnessed. She said it a “demon.” She too had to bring herself to herculean  efforts to snap out of it. When she did, her beer, still cold was right where she had left it. Then and there, she vowed to stop drinking,  reform and return to God and her church.  It was then, too that I remembered  my urge to go to Mass. Before her story I had forgotten about my encounter.

Now incensed by this new development, I couldn’t  wait to tell my sister in law. I had our family  function  to go to that Sunday and I knew I could tell her. I had never told my story beforehand. When the time came, I told her all about what had happened.  It could not prepare me for she had to say. My sister in law was a recent  convert to Catholicism. I had assumed  we just rubbed off on her. Not so. One night she was awakened by what she described as a black animal that was running circles under and around her bed. My brother  was sleeping  next to her but she couldn’t  wake him. The ‘animal’ was growling as it scurried around her bed. Once she was able to wake my brother  it ceased.  She vow ed the next day to become  Catholic.

So all three of us had encounters, all three of us as a result, returned to God. I’ve had several instances since and each time I know to get to Mass. Now I’m seasoned enough to call out “Mary mother of God” and they ( I’ve had two next to me before ) flee.

But those encounters are for another post.

 

 

Dreams of The Dead

When my childhood friend called me late night September, she was winded and said: “I didn’t think you knew, but I’ve been diagnosed  with cancer.”  No, I didn’t know and I was shocked by it.

As we talked over the next weeks and months I was at a loss over what to say. She was a hard-headed woman, as the saying goes, and she called the shots. She always did. She was Electra Woman and I was Dyna Girl.  She became angry, complications arose, she was sent to a nursing home for ‘rehabilitation. ‘

We were good Catholic girls from the cradle. We leaned on our faith. Her anger, my work schedule, my derth of words- kept me away.

And then I had the dream.  An old white farmhouse resting on shaggy green grass, in a midsummer afternoon. It was deserted, and I didn’t wanted enter it but she did. So as dreams work, suddenly we were inside. We were in the white walled hallway, doorways staggered on both sides. She was leading the way, I wanted out with a twinge of foreboding. I wasn’t in danger, but I just didn’t want to be there. She said: “I’ll get you out.” We went into a room. I’m very short and the sole window was extremely  high up. She was super tall and with a swoop holstered my foot and out the window I went.

As dreams fudge and smudge, I was safely outdoors and I turned to help her out. She leaned out the window  and said: “I’m gonna stay here.”  I wasn’t worried and simply went about my way.

When I woke, I knew I needed to make time to visit her. She was about an hour away, but I needed to go. I called her right away, she answered. By now treatment, medication and strokes, had left conversations to her random mutterings. She was giving up. To combat this I called in my secret weapon…Mom! Tough love, ‘God’ll get you!’ Mom! She gave her the what for and told her to fight.

I promised myself  to visit asap. And then a week later…the text. My sister offered me condolences on her passing. I was astounded! My brother in law has heard just that moment from a parishoner. I was in disbelief, stunned. Immediately  I sent a text to her ex-husband.  We talked. He too believed until four days prior that she would beat it.

Stunned, I attended calling hours, but with closed casket, there just wasn’t any proof! Only until the funeral mass, with her family escorting her casket did I realize that I would see her no more.

I called her cell and got her voice mail message. I left her some private thoughts.

I had been praying everyday for two years for her recovery, now I pray for her soul. I feared that she was in purgatory, I made it my business to try and get her released. I light votive candles for her at the church shrine. I had masses said for her, monks pray for her and sisters remember  her in their prayers.

And then I had the dream. I was outside an off white building, a huge building. As dreams blur..inside people were rushing passed me making a dash for the door outside. I was looking for her and found her sitting patiently in a white cell. I opened the gate and told her it was time to go!

Outside a murky gray sky above, on a sidewalk, I carefully zipped up her hoodie and asked her where to. She replied mundanely: ” I’m going to see my family.” I knew she meant her mom, brother and sister who had all died within the past five years!

I woke up feeling the dread that she was still in purgatory, but not in the bowels.

She and I had discussed after her brother died, that the death pattern would end. Three of her family; mother, brother, sister was enough. Death only comes in threes. She was safe. Yet, just over a year after the sudden death of her brother, she was gone.

I’ve had two other dreams of her and talked with a mystic about her and I plan to write those in another post. I pray for her soul everyday and beg God for her release.