Conference hydra::dejavu

1205.0. "PSYCHIC PHENOMENA EN MASSE" by GUEMUS::HAYS_TE () Fri Jan 19 1990 18:57

    I wanted to share a story that began when I was very young and
    continued thru the first week of my daughter's life.
    
    My father died when I was six, and we had been very, very close.
    My life revolved around his work hours.  It was not as devastating
    as it might have been however because of my new friend.  On the
    night of Dad's passing, a new friend came to visit.  He was an old
    man with white hair, beard and warm face.  I never actually saw
    him, I just always knew what he looked like.  He'd arrive in my
    room after my sister had fallen asleep to talk.  His voice was deep
    and calming and seem to know everything!  He was a real friend.
    You know the type that will tell you to straighten up when that's
    what you really need to hear.  We discussed every question I had
    about growing up, dealing with people, getting the math assignment
    done I didn't want to do.  As a child, I never questioned his regular
    visits, he was my special private friend.
    
    As I grew older and making more of my own choices in life, his visits
    became fewer.  I didn't "see" him again from the night before my
    wedding until one night a year and a half later.  Being pregnant
    and in an emotional state anyway, I fell apart at the realization
    that my new child would never meet her grandpa.  We turned out the
    lights, my husband fell asleep, and my friend was back to tell me
    that I was getting upset over nothing.  His visit brought back the
    same calming effect it had as a child and I fell asleep.  I dreamt
    of my new little girl in great and later to be discovered, accurate
    detail.  
    
    As soon as we arrived home from the hospital with our new little
    girl, out came the Polaroid.  The first picture taken was mom and
    baby.  I was holding the child while standing in front of a blank
    wall at least as far as we knew.  As the picture developed, our
    blank wall wasn't blank any more.  In the right hand corner (directly
    over my shoulder) was a head looking at the baby.  A head I recog-
    nized instantly as my father's!
    
    Now maybe all of this was brought about by my own emotional needs,
    but I will always be grateful to my Special, Private, Friend!

What a heart-warming story!  I wonder if your friend was one of 
your spirit guides, there when you needed support, guidance, and
love the most.

Carla

    
    Your story is really heart-warming! When I was six weeks old my great
    grandmother died, she was very close to my older brother. My mother
    told me a story about Jay running into the house telling my 
    mom that Nanny was sitting on a cloud talking to him, I guess this
    happened a few times. My mom doesn't feel he made up what he said. It's
    really interesting to know that someone is there in our times of need.
    
    Your story is truly special!
    
    Linda

    
    Re.0 (Hays)
    
    That's a wonderful story.  You were so fortunate.
    
    Cindy

    I have a similar story to share.
    
    My uncle had died of a heart attack almost 2 yrs ago.  About a week
    after my uncle had died, my cousin was going through her father's
    personal things while sitting at the kitchen table crying.  My cousin's
    daughter, who at the time was about 2 1/2 yrs old, was in her bedroom
    playing.  She came out of her bedroom and came to her mother and said
    "Grampy says not to cry, everythings OK".  Well, my cousin was a little
    suprised and asked her daughter to repeat what she said.  Her daughter 
    took her mother's hand and led her into her bedroom, looked around and 
    said "he's not here anymore".
    
    Well, my cousin was spooked a little bit and to this day isn't quite
    sure if it was just her daughter's vivid imagination or if, in fact, 
    something extraordinary did happen to her.  
    
    Donna