i've had many run-ins with ghosts, but have chosen an out of body experience to tell you about.

I had been in labour for about 26hours, and there was still no sign of bubs! I was getting more and more tired, and just wanted to give up. out of nowhere, i suddenly had the energy to start again.

once things had started again, i felt myself peel away from my body, and float just above me. I spent the last part of my labour watching myslef give birth!!! Once my daughter was passed to me, I suddenly got ripped back into my body!

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It had been an awful and stressful week, the worst week of our lives. My 4 children and I were exhausted and full of fear……….

Seven days before I had received a call from my niece saying she was worried about my son Sean who had left their flat at one in the morning and had not returned. I immediately called my twin sister and asked her to meet me at the flat because I knew I would need her that morning.

An hour and a half later at 5.00am I arrived at the flat. My sister was already there and had called the police who assured us that they had checked the area thoroughly, all the out buildings and car parks surrounding the flats.

My sister told me to sit down and she would make me a cup of tea and not to worry that Sean would turn up any moment and everything would be ok, that we would all be laughing together soon over how silly we had acted.

I couldn’t shake the idea that he had suicided no matter what assurances I was given. All of a sudden I couldn’t sit any longer. I was praying hard with everything I had in me. I went into the kitchen and suddenly felt this indescribable despair and utter desolation descend upon me and something was urging me outside almost physically pulling me out to the back yard into the car parking area.

I ran outside with my sister hot on my tail. She was shouting at me asking me what I was doing. I said Sean’s out here somewhere and I am going to find him.

I looked under and in every car thinking that if he had suicided he would have taken an overdose but there was nothing. I was then drawn to a disused laundry way over to the side that hadn’t been used for years.

My sister who was only a few feet behind was shouting at me that the police had already checked everything and come inside but I had to take a look for myself.

I put my hand on the doorknob, opened it and looked straight to the floor. Thank God nothing. As I was shutting the door there in the first rays of the morning sun I saw Sean’s feet dangling. I looked up at his face and heard a sigh of relief and the words peace at last.

I screamed, Suzanne screamed and she ran to get some help. A neighbour came to help Suzanne to cut him down. When he was on the footpath I knew that Sean had wanted family to find him not the police, not strangers. My twin had been there the day he was born nearly 19 years before and she had gently and lovingly laid him on the footpath on his last…

Now seven days later we were all huddled together in my double bed. I was dreaming that I was in the lounge room talking to Sean asking him why he did it. He just kept telling me he was all right and everything was ok but not answering my question.

From my bedroom I can see directly into the lounge room. The dream was so vivid and real I decided to hop out of bed and take a look. I gently climbed out not wanting to disturb or scare the children.

I was just about to stand up and check it out when my 10-year daughter said don’t go down to the lounge because Sean was there, that she had been watching him for a while. I didn’t go because she was so frightened and I didn’t want to scare her so I stayed.

Blessed Be

I'm not sure if it's too late, since it's the 30th and I'm all the way in California, but I wanted to share my experience anyway.

My family life hasn't always been peaches 'n' cream, as I am sure a lot of people experience in their own families. My parents divorced, and my father eventually gained custody of myself and my little bro and sis. Since he had to work, I was raised with the help of his parents, my grandparents. My grandfather died on December 29, 1999, my senior year in high school. I was close to him. I used to fight with my grandmother all the time (I think now that it was because we were so similar and both so obstinate). A few months after his death, I was at my grandparent's house, and I was sleeping on the couch. Now, my experience was more of a dream, but I truly feel that he was visiting me, because it was so real. In my dream, I was laying on the couch I was already sleeping on (so maybe I was more half asleep than all the way), and my grandfather walked into the room. My heart sped up, I was more surprised than scared. I think I wasn't as scared because I knew him. He walked over the the couch in the little sewing room I was laying in, and then when he reached the foot of the couch, he stopped for a moment. I just lay there watching him, I even remember saying, "Hi Grandpa," even though I was kinda scared, I was also calm. Then he moved over me, parallel to me (so yes, he was floating), and he looked at me and he told me,
"Tasha, you have to let her in."
I didn't say anything. I may have been asleep but I was a little freaked.
"You have to let her in, now."
He said it a couple of times. Then I noticed the doorbell was ringing and ringing.
At this point I woke up. The doorbell wasn't really ringing. He never said who "her" was, but I knew that it was my grandmother.
I understood it to mean that I needed to let her in my heart, and accept her for who she was, and stop fighting. It took a while, but I believe on some level I did manage that. And it wasn't easy. And while I've "felt" ghosts, and experienced things I can't explain, this experience is the one that has really shaped me. I know my grandfather really did come to tell me to let her in. Luckily I had a few years to do it before she too passed. I can remember the way he looked. I don't want to be cliche, but while it was him, he also had this blue tint to him. He wasn't see through, but he wasn't what I would call "solid" either.