I
woke up this morning to my mother calling 'Heather" with a short, soft
whisper in my ear. Was she there? No. It was a dream type-of-thing.
She wasn't in my dreams, it was just her voice saying my name — and only once.
The
last time something similar happened was several years ago, when I woke
up early with a panicky feeling that something was wrong with Old MacDonald. "Oh no, oh no, something happened to Old MacDonald!" As I came to consciousness, I laughed it off. What could have happened? Perhaps the Farmer in the Dell stole MacDonald's Three Little Pigs to make a sow's-ear purse for Goldilocks? Again, I wasn't really dreaming of Old MacDonald. It was just a feeling I had while not-quite-awake.
I'm still baffled by the experience. Especially, being his
grandaughter-in-law and not a close relative. I think I only met him
twice. I rarely have nightmares or wake up in a panic. My dreams are usually bizarre and silly, like a They Might Be Giants song. I clearly remember rollerskating along a riverbank in Turkey and making snow-angels in a mountain of sugar.
So,
though my mother's whisper in my ear this morning wasn't in panic at
all, it was such a similar experience that I've been pondering the Old
MacDonald thing all over again. … and thinking that maybe I need to give my mom a call.
Has this every happened to you?
(The photos? Random, I know, but I mentioned my hairdo on Twitter yesterday & some folks requested a peek.)
wow I just was looking at your blog and saw your new post on Twitter! I had something similar happen when my best friend died. I was on my way to the doctors and suddenly out of nowhere I started to cry and when I got to the docs I got the phone call he had just passed away.. I knew it because I felt it which is why I cried. I think we are all so connected that when someone we know dies we feel it in all kinds of ways and for you it was a dream.
my sympathy to your family.
Yes, I’ve had similar experiences, but not so direct. I’ve had the motherly voice whisper in my ear – we are closest to that other realm just before waking up and in the wee hours of the morning. I always listen to that voice. It may be nothing bad at all, it may just be her saying hello. I take it your mom is alive still – and she could be communicating to you through dreams, even alive. I know that’s sort of far out there for a lot of people to believe, and I get that. But I know it to be true. My grandfather knew my aunt had died long before any of us did. I’ve seen too much like that happen to not know it to be true.
When you have an open mind, it happens. I think it is so cool that you have some connection with other side.
When my dreams about the people I know are very vivid they come true. After so many my husband tells me not to tell him anymore when someone’s going to die. Me? I’m glad to be prepared somewhat.
Can you PLEASE show us how you did your gorgeous hair-do? I am the mother of six girls all with long hair and my own is long too. I would love to do this in all of our hair!
Oh yes, I’ve had something similar. One night, when I was in college, I had the oddest, unsettled feeling. Something wasn’t right but I could not put my finger on what it was. I brushed it off, but just an hour or so later I got a call from my sister that parent’s house had caught fire and half burned down. No one was hurt, but they were very scared and shocked. I could be wrong, but I think it’s woman’s intuition…a special gift from God.
call her.
I had a very similar experience. Years ago, I was just drifting off to sleep when I had a sudden and strong feeling about my grandmother that shook me awake. It was strong enough that I told my then-fiance that I needed to see her that weekend. I was unsettled and semi-frantic. Minutes later, the phone rang. Since it was 11 pm, I knew it was bad news and I knew it was about my grandma. Sure enough, she’d died minutes earlier. I felt so blessed and loved and honored that she’d come to me as she left this world. What a gift.
Wow, I may sound like a total nut-job here, but I don’t think that you misheard anything, but maybe misunderstood who was trying to speak to you. Not too long ago I had a restless night while my husband was away and woke up and saw him walking to my bedside to offer me a cup of water. He was very gentle, and he didn’t seem to walk over, but glide, rather, and he was saying softly over and over, “You need to drink some water.” I sat up and when I became fully awake it was dark and he was not there. A few other things happened that night and the next day it came crashing down in my mind (and confirmed through a conversation later with a friend) that it was God trying to speak to me. He was coming to me through someone that I love and trust very much, and it was no coincidence as I had just started counseling for some serious family stuff that was going on in my life. But I agree with others in that you should call her – I’m sure she would love to hear from you.
I love the flower in your hair. Where do you get your flowers?
I didn’t have a dream but my freshman year of college one of my best friends wrote on our wipe board…”see you Sunday unless something terrible happens”…she died in a car accident that day. Everytime some says something similar it gives me chills and I don’t want them to leave b/c I am afraid something will happen to them but I just have to trust in God!
OK, the hair stood up on my arms & I’m crying… Did you call your Mom? I am a Nurse. I have witnessed & experienced some pretty amazing phenomenons. While not religious, I am spiritual. Not everyone is open to this kind of possibility. Those who are may occasionally have an extraordinary experience. This is a gift. Value & honor it. My best! Piecefully, Pam
Take it as a sweet experience.
Firstly, I’m sure you’ve called your mom by now. Something similar happened to me. I was restless and agitated in school one day, which was so unlike me. My brother was hurt in a terrible bicycle accident the following day. Also, I tend to “know” things surrounding births. I know when someone I’m close to is pregnant. And once, I was interviewing someone at work, and I knew it was his birthday. I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to freak anyone out. Later in the interview, the applicant offered that it indeed was his/her birthday. And no, I had no prior knowledge. I freaked myself out on that one.
I hope you called your mom. The hairdo is FABULOUS!!
I like to think of things like this as little tender mercy’s from God…to let us know that He is there and with us. Sometimes I think He gives us these mercy’s so we can be His hands. After you heard your mother’s voice you thought, maybe I should call my mom. Maybe it was just because she needed a phone call that day. Or, maybe it was so you could post about it on your blog and help us all think about it.
That’s really interesting, I love reading about things like that. The closest I’ve come is a dream I had when we were seriously considering moving. I dreamed that we’d moved and really regretted it, we wanted to have our farm back but it was too late. It was very vivid, very real, & I was crying when I woke up. We ended up staying here & are glad we did. I would have thought it was just my subconscious, but it felt entirely different from any dream I’d had.
I have a friend who has had things like that happen, her dead father visits her from time to time & everyone in the area can smell his cigar smoke, though nobody smokes in their house. It’s very comforting for her.
Yes,Heather, I have had several similar experiences. My father died very suddenly (I dreamed this 2 weeks before it happened) – and we could not reach my brother. He was “traveling with the Dead” – as in Grateful Dead. We tried everything, but he did not make it to my dad’s funeral. Then, a week or so later, I had a dream that I was comforting my brother, who was distraught, and telling him about what happened, and comforting him. I woke up and told my husband, “Andrew knows.” Later that day, my mother called to tell me that my brother had called and that he knew about my dad and was coming home. My father comes to me in my dreams, as do other people I have loved and lost (including now, Andrew). There are many ways spirits communicate with each other, and we are blessed if we are open to all of them.
Yes, I have had some similar situations. Not long before I met my husband, I was in that early morning, not quite awake, not quite asleep state and called out softly, “Dave.” At that point I didn’t know anyone named Dave. I met my Dave a few weeks later.
I was sewing one day and the thought came to my mind that someone we knew, but not well, had died. My husband came home from work that day and said, “Hey, So-and-so called today to tell me that Mr. Smith died.”
When I was a little girl, my parents had anther couple over for a games night. Inexplicably, I began singing “Happy Birthday To You.” The husband asked who I was singing to and I said I was singing to him. It actually was his birthday, although my parents did not even know it was.
No, I have not had that type of experience. I’m sure you have called your mom by now. Thanks for sharing. And your hairdo is lovely. Lynn
i am a firm believer that are minds and spirits are much more aware than our conscious mind is. I’ve had dreams with similar experience, just less profound.
LOVE the hair, so pretty. I can’t believe you can do that- I’m also impressed by all the things you do with Charlotte’s hair. I admit unless it is a pony tail or a simple braid I am cluless!
I mean “our” minds…
Your hair is beautiful! I’ve also had that whisper in my ear. Usually my mom’s voice. I haven’t really connected it to any event, but it does scare me a bit. It feels like a warning, somehow.
The morning my dad died he said “love you, be good”, instead of “love you, see you later”. I caught it when I was in 2nd period art class. Then on the way home I saw a few birds hovered around the corner with only one grey cloud. I told my friends that someone died here. They were spooked. I went home and my older sister answered the door( she didn’t live with us). My friends and I started to cry. My dad had a heart attack on the corner and passed away. We had said our good-byes and I felt so much peace. NO one really understood. It was also my 16th birthday.
Feel blessed that you had the experience and that you remember it. May the time you and your husband will spend with family soon be a treasured memory.
Love your hair.
My experiences have been less emotional but no less unsettling. My cousin and I are just a month apart in age, and although we didn’t meet until we were 16, we were finishing sentences for one another within half an hour. Years later we shared an apartment. One morning I got up and she had already left. As I walked past her open bedroom door, I glanced in and saw a blue air mattress blown up on the floor. I left, and that afternoon when I came back I saw the mattress back in the box. She told me she bought an air mattress and I said, “I know, I saw it this morning.” She gave me a strange look and said, “I bought it this afternoon.”
What gorgeous do you have. I have not heard voices but I feel like someone sometimes standing behind me when I sit at the machine or I’m washing dishes. I naturally turn thinking it might be my husband but he’s in the other room. I have no sense if its my mom or my late husband who died 17yrs.ago or another relative but I feel its someone close to me. In a way I wish I would hear them especially my mom, how we miss them when they go.
I’m hoping you’ll give us a hair tutorial! 🙂
I’m sure you’ve talked to your mom already and she is doing well. Take care.
I know this feeling. I’m certain it’s a common one. I’m a psych student, so there’s lots of reasons I could give. How’s this one to take the mystery out of it: Neurons that are near the ones that have a memory of mom’s voice or Grandpa could have been firing, and as one theory goes, the close proximity of the firing had a sort of effect on the mom-voice neurons, causing the recall.
Personally, I was convinced for years that a memory I had of running around on a circular coffee table under a ceiling fan caused me to be caught up in the draft and I was flying in circles between the table and the fan. For a very long time, I KNEW this to be true.
Then again, I think God can speak to us in this way, and there’s a mystery that no cognitive scientist can explain away in that mystery.
Love the flower, by the way.
pretty.
I LOVE your hair like that!! It does indeed look very pretty. I could NEVER get my hair to look so neat in the back like you have. NOR do I have the patience to do so! 🙂 HAH!
Very beautiful.
How did you do that with your hair? I love it!
Nice hair-do! (:
Heather,
Yes, a handful of times this has happened to me, too. It doesn’t happen often, but when it does, I tend to view it as God’s prompting for me to pray for that individual.
As an example, I dreamed in the early hours one morning that my sister was going to be hit from behind in a car accident. When I woke up, I prayed for her protection and safety. Later that day, she called me completely unaware of my dream, and said that while stopped at a stop sign, a speeding car had ALMOST hit her from behind on her way home that afternoon. She said the car swerved into the ditch and narrowly avoided hitting her. It was like my dream had been a warning.
In one of your earlier posts about Trash Ties, you mentioned you had an unexplained feeling that you needed to move out of the apartment in which you were living at the time. I would love to hear the end of that story soon. I look at that as God’s prompting, too.
On a different note, I LOVE your hair in the photos. As a long-haired girl myself, I would LOVE a tutorial if you could squeeze in the time to make one!
You’re right, Lauren. I need to finish that story. I’ll try to make some time for delving into that journey here soon. Thanks for the reminder.
Heather, did you call your mama? I hope and pray everything is ok. And I also remember you talking about that story and wondered what had happened.
Oh,and I love the hairdo as well.
They Might Be Giants? Wow, you really are a kindred spirit.
I had a friend who was young and naive and was involved with a guy who easily charmed away her innocence. She had nothing to do with my sister and I the entire time she was with him, but finally realized what he was doing to her and spent the day with my sister and I and told us everything. Our friendship was renewed. That night, I heard the Goo Goo Dolls song, Slide, in my dreams all night long. “Oh, May do you wanna get married or run away”. It almost wasn’t a surprise to wake up to my Mom telling me that my friend had run away with the guy sometime in the middle of the night.
(good end to the story, though, she finally divorced his verbally abusive self, and is getting married to a great guy later this year!)
I’ve always had those experiences, ever since I was a child. I once dreamt that my father had this really sad and distressed look on his face. When I awoke my heart was literally hurting and pounding in my chest. I immediately called him to request that he visit his doctor. Being that he is a man (lol) and I am his daughter he brushed it off. A week later he had a minor heart attack. He listens now!
But dreams do not always have to be negative. Sometimes I dream about someone calling my name and within days they call out of the blue. Maybe your mom just misses you?
Hope all is well.
Asiyah
How did you do your hair?!!!! Please tell.
I think our first inclination is to think there’s something going on with the person who we dream of or hear or see. In fact, it can be about you (so don’t worry about your mom too much). Since Mom was trying to get your attention, maybe you need to pay attention to yourself or something you are doing. Be careful and watchful of yourself (but still call your mom :)).
Love the hair but formost I hope that all is well with your mom.
Its nice to hear that this happens to so many other people too. I believe there is more connecting us spiritually than we are usually aware of. I’ve had experiences such as yours both asleep and a few while awake. I think its a blessing that we can be in tune with each other and even receive comfort for ourselves.
Its been wonderful to read everyone’s experiences.
SO is your mom okay???
OMGosh don’t leave us hanging! Is your mom ok??!??!!!!??!!!
My mom died in 1996. I have heard her call my name perhaps 6 or 7 times since then. It is the same voice she would call to me as a child, upstairs in my room. It absolutely floors me when it happens and the strange feeling stays with me for days. Regards
Chills! Yes I’ve had experiences like that. I think my grandparents are looking out for me!!
I’ve had an awake experience which was weird and accurate, but my husband had a sleeping one that was FREAKY! We were at his mom’s house in Montana and she was dying and downstairs, in a coma basically. All the kids were home to be there. Anyhoo, in the middle of the night, my husband woke up after sleeping for hours and said to me, “wake up…someone just shook me and told me to wake up and come downstairs.” So, we put on our robes and went downstairs. All the siblings were still asleep except the one sister who was by my husband’s mom and when his sister saw us, she said, “Mom just died 1 minute ago. How did you know to come downstairs?” My husband asked her, “you didn’t wake me up? Who did then?”
It was freaky.
I hope that all is well with your mom!
I had a dream about my father-in-law (Kenneth) and his brother (Leslie) several years after my FIL passed away. I had only met his brother once, at the funeral of my FIL. In my dream, Leslie was very concerned about going to see Kenneth. I kept telling him not to worry. I woke up very upset. I found out a week after the dream that Leslie had passed away about the same time of my dream. I spoke to Leslie’s wife later on and she said that he had been very worried about his relationship with Kenneth over the past weeks as they had always had a bad one over the years. It was such an unusual experience.
Also, I don’t believe people can talk through dreams, but I do believe God can prompt you to think about someone, reach out to them, pray for them, pray to Him. Maybe she was just on your mind. So give her a call!
Yes, my mom’s doing just fine, everyone! I’m sorry to have you all worried. The mom-voice thing didn’t have me upset or worried. I knew she would be okay when I called. As I said, it wasn’t a panicky sort of thing (unlike the Old MacDonald experience). I’m sure she just needed a friendly phonecall. Or maybe it wasn’t her voice at all. I mean, who knows?
It just reminded me of this other experience with Isaac’s grandad.
Thank you so much for your concern. And – whoa – your stories. I think I’ll be paying closer attention to all of my dreams from here on out!
-H
I have had that happen, and like your Old MacDonald story, I’ve learned that when it does, I need to make some phone calls. Most often it’s my mom, who is not in the best of the health, so I worry, but most of the time it turns out she was just thinking about me for whatever reason. There have been a few times though that I called (yes, at 2am or whatever) that she was in one room having a bad seizure while my dad was asleep in their bedroom. Definitely listen to your dreams! Glad your mama is fine!!
I just an Olympic Triathlon right before we moved to Switzerland. I was stressed out just didn’t feel prepared to do it. Anyhow, on the last leg which was the run I just got to a point where I felt like I couldn’t run anymore but it was really important to me that I didn’t walk at all. At that moment I distinctively heard my father yell “GO ALICE” and I whipped my head around to look for him. Well my Father had passed away 1 1/2 yrs earlier. I wasn’t near anyone else that I knew and when I looked back I obviously didn’t see my Dad. I choked back a few tears and kept running even beating my goal time!
Heather, I really enjoyed reading your blog entry and your many comments this morning. It’s so nice to know that so many people. like myself, have had unexplainable experiences like this too. I have had several encounters like this both while sleeping and awake. I will share my favorite story with you.
My husband and I had been trying to get pg for two years. After going through months of treatments we finally decided to give it a rest for a while as I was becoming more and more discouraged. As a distraction we decided to buy a new house. The family that we bought the house from was deeply religious and I was curious about their faith. While I am not a religious person, I am still fascinated by others belief systems. After having a long talk with the wife one afternoon she asked me if I had ever spoken to god. I replied “no, not seriously” she said…”try it”. That night I was restless and couldn’t sleep so I decided to try talking to god. It was very awkward and I stumbled in my own thoughts. I felt like a child talking to Santa Clause for the first time, not knowing what to ask for. So, I simply asked for a “sign”. Over the next two weeks my husband and I were busy packing and preparing to move into our new home. On the second day in our new house I had to run to Target to pick up a few things that we needed. Paper towels, t.p., light bulbs, etc. I was wandering the isles throwing things in the cart when all of a sudden I heard a voice. Clear as a bell proclaiming that “I was pregnant”. I turned to look behind me and no one was there and a chill ran through my entire body. I stood motionless for a few minutes and thought I was loosing my mind. But then thought…”could it be possible?” I rolled over to the family planning section and reluctantly put in a home pg test, as I had done many times before and then checked out. The entire way home I was on pins and needles. When I arrived home I instantly went off to the powder room without saying a word to my husband about the “experience”. Moments later I was calling for him, hysterically crying with a positive test in my shaking hands. 9 months later I gave birth to our beautiful little boy. So, yes, I do believe in miracles and angels!
Uh hu, I experiance a very similar thing, it can be one work or the sound of a voice.
So glad your mom is well! So interesting reading these experiences.
My experience was 15 years ago. I was driving in traffic on a dark rainy December evening – very dreary. I started thinking about my Mom and how she hated HER current commute in a much busier city, and about her rushing home because my sister was back on break from college and what if…
I made myself stop as I thought “This is a rediculous line of thinking.” I am prone to daydreams and clearly I was tired and affected by the dreariness of the day. I tried looking forward to the loveliness of having someone play with my own hair during a much needed trim after a long day but just could not shake the icky feeling.
Maybe 10 minutes later I walked into the bright salon and my cell rang. It was my husband with the news that my Mom had been in a car accident – a chain reaction fender bender gone way wrong (please always pull into a parking lot to excahnage insurance information, PLEASE). She lost a leg and today is well, but at the time I was driving she was critical. She survived because a firestation was just 2 blocks away*.
I’ve never had an experience like that since, though I do feel a physcial connection when I snuggle with my children – they have this aura of energy around them. It’s like physical magic/happiness.
* talk about being in the right place at the right time -The local Police had been contacted who notified my college aged sister who was home alone. She declined to go with them and waited for my Dad to come home in what she thought should be only a few minutes. She didn’t know he had planned to go Christmas shopping after work, but traffic was so backed up due to my Mom’s accident that he felt it would be better to take an earlier exit and head straight home.
My mother passed away two years ago and sometimes I will hear her voice, usually just saying my name. I like to think she is just watching over me.
On a lighter note, I once dreamt I was dipping water from a cool, running stream. When I woke up, my little dog was standing on my chest staring at me. He wanted a drink of water!
Oh, and I love the hair-do!
I’ve had many many experiences like this Heather. The ones like you describe where I have heard my mom’s voice typically inspire me to self-reflect and just make sure I’m on track…I become very contemplative and yes…like you I want to make a phone call and say I love you…glad to hear your mama is okay 🙂
No one dons a wonderful hairstyle as gracefully as you. Beautiful pictures!
Hugs,
Eva
the hair looks awesome. would you be wiling to explain how you did it. Maybe some step by step pics.
I don’t have a story…my dreams are bizaar and disjointed and almost phsychedelic…so I don’t pay them much mind. And, as to my knowledge, nothing has come of any of them, so I tend to laugh them off.
What I do want to say is I not only love your hairdo, but I love your hair. I’m excited because, unlike me, my little daughter has hair just like yours, maybe not as dark, and I can see her lovely self with a chignon just like that. Kinda a view into the future, if you will.
So just a little thanks from Another Heather.:)
hello, I had two car accidents. Both times my mother was very far away. The first time, it was in the middle of the night. She felt down of her bed at the time we welf down in a mountain. The second time, that was in LA just before XMas. I called from the hospital, when she hang up the phone, before I said anything, she said: ‘I know, everything is OK, just the car is dead’. Very surprising, almost scary. I think we can feel what happens to our very close belongings. It’s what we call ‘intuition’.
I have had similar experiences as well. I have learned to trust them, although I admit, that sometimes it is difficult because I second guess myself. Was it just a silly dream or something more? It is a bit disconcerting!
Your hair is lovely, by the way! Beautiful flower!!
I’ve never had the McDonald story happen to me but I’ve heard someone say my name as I’m dozing off to sleep only to realize no one was there. It’s a whisper too. Freaky but it doesn’t scare me for some reason, it almost feels like someone is watching over me (?).
My MIL sees people from other eras…but that’s a whole other story!
I had a mentor, Jim, early in my career who became a close friend & father-figure to me. He also introduced me to my husband with whom he was good friends. We all used to go on dive trips together and one year he couldn’t come with us to Honduras. The last night we were in Honduras, I was walking out of dinner and the thought “But I don’t have a black dress for winter.” (it was February) came out of nowhere. I felt very odd and knew something was wrong at home, but I didn’t know with whom. The next day on the way home from the airport we got the call that Jim had died of a heart attack the night before ~ right about the time I had had that thought.
I’ve had similar experiences over my lifetime. The first one occurred one night when I was driving home at about 3 am. It was raining and I was on the road alone, going through a wooded area. I suddenly heard a very clear, very calm voice (that seemed to be in the back of my head) say, “There’s a deer in the road.” I was shocked and automatically took my foot off the pedal, trying to figure out where this came from, esp since I didn’t see any deer. As I continued around the curve there was suddenly a large buck right in front of me. I swerved and he jumped – I spun around and ended up facing the other way but was fine. If I hadn’t take my foot off the accelerator and slowed down I would have plowed right into him and he probably would have crashed thru the windshield and crushed me. The voice has spoken to me a couple times since, but only if I’m in danger. I feel it’s someone looking out for me. Glad your Mom is ok. 🙂
Gorgeous hair-do, Heather! And the top is to die for! LOVELY!
Laurie~
can’t stop thinking about this hairdo and wondering how it was done. I keep wondering if I order another long trash tie if I’d be able to do it. I have only one long one. I’m horrible with hair. Really bad. Good thing I’ve got curly locks that basically do them selves.
While I love to ponder deep meanings and am obsessed with dreams…i can’t get over the awesome hair!
I love your hair Heather – just beautiful.
Jodie
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I do get very strong feelings about people that I know or don’t know very well, some near to me, some far away and then I find out something big has happened – it isn’t necessarily bad. One time I called a long distance friend who answered the phone “how did you know, who told you?” At that time I didn’t know what, just that I needed to call.
The weirdest thing was one Sunday morning in 1986 when I woke up about 5 am from a nightmare, heart pounding. I dreamed the space shuttle had taken off and exploded within seconds. I turned the TV on to find out that the shuttle had been scheduled to take off (I must have heard that on the news, earlier) but was not able to fly because temperatures were too low. Whew! What a relief.
I told a few co-workers on Monday.
On Tuesday one of those workers comes running to me mid morning asking me if I’m OK. She made me come into another room (we worked at a Public TV station,) so we could see the coverage immediately. The shots the camera took looked just like my dream.
It was very freaky and disturbing.
I have similar experience too: every time they were not wrong…
Yes, many times. The message is not always bad and does not always reveal itself so easily. I’m sure you will figure out the meaning of it.
I would probably be spooked if that happened to me, too. On the bright side, your hair is lovely. 🙂
Now that you’ve given us a peek at your hair, you have to explain how you did it. I love it!
I couldn’t hardly read the story, I was loving the hair so much!
I had a dream that I was in an airplane. Very shortly after it took off, we knew there was an engine failure and we would have to land. We landed in a river and everyone got out and survived. The next day, the Hudson Miracle happened. It really freaked me out. I hadn’t been listening to the news that day and my husband asked me if I’d heard about it that day to which I replied, “Um I dreamt that last night.”
I’ve had other minor “intuitive” experiences.
Don’t know what it all means, but it’s kind of interesting.
Holy gorgeous hair. Superficial in light of your dream, but again… holy gorgeous hair…
Gorgeous Hair and I LOVE that blouse!
so pretty!
This mornign I swore I heard a cat in my room. I shook my head and went back to sleep and I heard it again. It was like it was right next to me. I realized, well, this is crazy. My dog is right there and no way she would let a cat in the house. It was so real sounding though.
Hey H,
What a great post. I read it as a very positive thing… whispering is a sign of intimacy. I think it was a message of love and I think that maybe you needed to hear it.
You sound like you have been busy, finishing and starting projects, and this was a message to ground you, and to gently remind you that your Mum (and naturally your family) loves you. What a wonderful gift.
The closest I’ve come to that kind of intuition was dreaming as a kid that my mom bought a cocker spaniel for me that cost a very specific amount of money – when I told my mom about it the next day the cost was the same as her tax refund exactly right, down to the penny.
Hair. Gorgeous. Makes me want to grow my hair out long again, but who am I kidding. I probably wouldn’t take time to fix it like that anyway.
Story…last week I was dreaming my infant daughter pooped and I needed to get up and change her and when I got up the whole house smelled like a gas leak. Ok, that’s not even remotely similar. hah! But it really did happen. In a more similar vein, I do have things like that happen on a fairly regular basis, like knowing when the phone rings that someone is calling to tell me a sibling got hurt or seeing a wreck in the road in front of me before I get to where I can actually see it… crazy, but I appreciate it.
I’ve had one goosebumps experience. Years ago, I went to the house of a friend. I had not been to her house before. When we pulled up front, I looked over at her house and something inside me screamed-DO NOT GO IN THERE! Of course, I ignored that inner voice it was weird, why wouldn’t I, I knew of no reason. So I went in but the entire time I was very uncomfortable and had an overwhelming feeling of wanted to run out of there. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore and apologized and told her what I was feeling. She then told me that strange things had been happening like the radio turning on when no one was in the room or the guitar playing when no one was playing it. I hightailed it outta there and never went back! Ghosts? Who knows.
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Wow, you could write a book with all of these comments.
My mom passed away while I was in the MTC. The first few months were difficult but I had some amazing experiences. I’ll never forget the comfort I would feel at night while I cried myself to sleep. I felt my moms presence as if she was lying next to me and keeping me company.
I had a successful mission and I know It’s because I had a special angel watching over me.
A few years ago I had a miscarriage and my body didn’t naturally take care of it. I had an outpatient procedure and the whole experience was the darkest time of my life (I am now blessed with two beautiful children). After I got home, I was home alone and laying on my couch and for about an hour I could swear I smelled my deceased grandma’s perfume. It was very comforting to me.
When I was in second grade I was tipping back in my chair, knowing if the teacher caught me I would be yelled at, and you know that feeling when you’ve crossed that point that the chair has tipped a bit too much so you flail your arms to try not to come crashing down? Yup..my heart raced and my hands swung out, but all of a sudden I felt the warm, confident pressure of a grownup’s hand on my shoulder, pushing me back into balance.
When the front feet of the chair landed safely on the floor, I turned my head to look behind me, expecting to see my teacher’s scolding face, but instead, there was nothing…and no one close by… it was weird.
Within an hour I was called to the office where I was told that my parents were coming to pick me up. When they arrived, they gently told me that my grandfather had suddenly passed away from a heart attack earlier that morning.
One Sunday morning, my family and I went happily off to church. After a while, my mood seemed to inexplicably take a nose-dive. It was very perplexing which made me all the more upset. By the time the service started, tears began to fall and I couldn’t seem to pull myself together. I started to pray and felt instantly much WORSE! That was all I could take… I nudged my husband and said “we have to go!” I walked out quickly, trying to hide my face, and instructed my husband to get our daughter from the nursery while I ran for the car (poor guy must have thought I was losing it). I picked them up by the door and raced home – still crying and unable able to offer up a reason. It felt like God was driving me out of church – THAT can’t be good!
Well, once home, I entered the house to find it full of smoke. Here’s what had happened: While getting ready to leave for church, I had put some eggs in a pot of water to boil over a high gas flame. I was SUPPOSED to turn it off before leaving home – leaving the eggs to steep so they’d be ready for potato salad later. The eggs had long since exploded all over my kitchen and there were some charcoaled remains still in the pot which was glowing orange and beginning to warp.
Had we stayed through the church service and usual chatting that follows, it would have been at least another hour and a half before we would have made it home. I hate to think what we would have found THEN! For years after, I continued to find little bits of egg stuck under a cabinet here or stuck on the ceiling there and it always made me smile.
There is surely no intuition involved in my story but only the grace of God.
This kind of thing happened to me a lot when I was younger. When I was 7, I woke up screaming and crying, right about the time my grandfather died. The same thing happened when my great-grandmother died, but it wasn’t as strong. But then…we weren’t as close.
When I was 19, I woke up one morning thinking about my grandmother. That night, they called to tell me she’d died suddenly. (This kind of thing had happened to my mom thoughout her life, as well, and she was mad at her mother FOR YEARS that she didn’t get some kind of warning this time.)
A year later, I spent an entire Sunday trying to reach my mom and brother. I’d just woken up that day needing to call them, and I learned my lesson when Gran died — just CALL. Eventually, I called an uncle and learned that they were in the ER — my brother’d had an accident working on his car that morning, and he would spend the next six weeks in the hospital, trying to repair a retina torn in three places. (I should mention — I was living on the west coast at the time, and everyone else was in New England, so the timing was sometimes eery.)
Last year, it wasn’t really a premonition — my mom was nearing the end of her short battle with lung cancer. I was scheduled to fly up in a couple of days, and I just…woke up. I woke up and couldn’t go back to sleep around 4 am. When my brother called to tell me she was gone, I already knew.
So, yes. I don’t even question it anymore. I think we’re all connected in ways we’ll never understand — some people are more susceptible to messages and warnings, especially during quiet times, but… It’s real, it’s valuable, and it’s sometimes scary as hell.
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Hi Heather!!
Yes, I have had similar experiences. The two most vivid ones are of my dad and my sister. When I was about 16 I was sleeping and had a dream that I was in a car rolling over and over. My mom touched me (for real) and I awoke saying “dad was in an accident”. He had been and my mom had to go to the hospital and I needed to wake up until our neighbour came over to stay with us kids.
The other was much more pleasant. I had the most vivid dream that my sister had a beautiful little baby girl and I was holding her in my arms and looking at her. It was so real that I called my sister the next morning and asked if she actually was expecting. She said she wasn’t . . . but it was so real. Two months later she called and told me she was 7 months pregnant. (She had , unknown to me, been told after my nephew, that she wouldn’t be able to have any more children. She also had been having “issues” and hadn’t had her “monthly inconvenience” in quite a while . . .so it wasn’t strange that she hadn’t had one). One day she felt “something familiar” but it took a month to get in with a doctor and have it confirmed. Her name is Madison.
Yes, I’ve had an experience like that as well. My parents were on vacation in Spain and one night I had an awful dream that my dad had a heart attack and I was in a hotel room giving him a heart massage to try and save his life. For some reason they stayed in Spain longer than I’d expected, but when they came back my mom confessed that Dad had a heart attack and wound up in a Spanish hospital, which is why they had to stay there longer. I cannot begin to tell you how high the hair on my neck stood. Pure gooseflesh, but I’m so glad that my dad didn’t die.
These sorts of things happen so often that I tend to tell my hubby now, when I have one of these “feelings” because if it’s bad I want to warn him or say it out loud so it lessens the impact or gives a warning. The other strange thing is that several times – 5 or 6 times – I have thought about a celebrity, and then a few days later, they’ve died. Paul Newman is the most recent. A picture of their face just pops into my head out of the blue for no reason, and I start thinking about them and wonder how they are, and then I hear about them a few days later.
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I’ve done this many times. I was asleep in my bed while pregnant with my daughter and woke to my Mom calling me. I lifted my head from my pillow in a start and even said, “Yes Maam?”. She had a heart attack the next day. Thankfully, she’s fine now.
I’ve also had “feelings”. I would ask my husband, “Have you talked to your Dad in a while?” and “Have you heard from Bill in a while” and once had shoulder pains for no reason and later find out his Mom had a heart attack when this was happening. It’s always about health.
And one more thing…. I kept hearing the word “Angel” in my mind for days. After remembering how a past boyfriend always called me Angel…. I looked it up and he has passed away not long before I began hearing it. I think he was trying to say Good Bye.
Who knows.
I’ve had the mom whisper my name thing happen so many times I’ve stopped counting (she is alive, by the way). Glad to know I’m not the only one this happens to!
And I must say your hair looks so beautiful. The perfect combo of elegant yet casual. I would love a tutorial on how to achieve such lovely tresses!
Lovely hairdo.
Yup, I have dreams similar to yours and I mind them carefully. I phoned my mother recently following a dream where a childhood neighbour told me to do so.
it would take so long to explain my 2 dream experiences … like these. but, i’ve had them.
briefly,… one was of a ex-girlfriend of my boyfriend… i never met her. after the dream, i knew so many facts about her. they all turned out to be true. she told me to tell my (at the time) boyfriend that he was the love of her life. i felt moved,.. & did. the dream was on tuesday night. thursday we found out she overdosed, on tuesday night.
i remember every detail of that dream.
Yes, I’ve had this happen. One morning I woke up with my mom’s voice calling my name to wake up, just as she had when I was in school. I got up and called my voicemail- my mom had called 5 minutes before I woke up. She was just wanting to talk.
My mom isn’t one to call much, but I can always “feel” when she wants me to call her: I get little mental “tugs” towards her. When I call her she tells me she’s been wanting me to call. I have some of the same thing with my father, and they had it with each other while they were married.