I have always been told by my mother that I attract
spirits easily (what a way to scare a kid huh). Let me
begin by saying my aunt is a psychic and a medium and it
sorts of runs in the family.
My first encounter began when I was about 13 years old. I
was sleeping one night when something woke me up. When I
opened my eyes, I saw an Asian lady standing close to me
dressed in black Chinese clothing (the ones they bury the
dead in). I got really scared and started to cry. My mom
came over to console me and I slept in her bed that night.
This continued every night for about two weeks and I
couldn't sleep because I would see her when I closed my
eyes. Eventually, my mom got really angry and did the old
wives thing of trying to dispel this spirit. It worked in
a way because she started to get further away from me. I
still couldn't sleep so one day, my mom showed me a
picture of an Asian lady. Now mind you, I never saw this
picture before but it was the same lady who was haunting
me. It turned out to be my dad's first wife who died
during childbirth. My mom said she came to visit me to
ensure that I was okay. The next day, we visited her grave
and lit incense for her. I didn't see her again until two
years later.
I had a fight with my mom and was not on speaking terms
with her. When I came back from the movies, I went to
sleep and I saw my dad's first wife again. This time it
was her and a little girl. When I opened my eyes, she was
sitting directly across from me. I screamed and my family
rushed into my room. She sat there just staring at me with
a sad look in her face. After some hysterics from me and
shouting from my mother she left. I found out the little
girl was her daughter with whom she died during
childbirth. I still do see my dad's first wife but I am no
longer scared of her. She means no harm to me so there is
no need to be scared.
The next story is very chilling. My mom died two years ago
from heart failure and diabetes. The night we were rushing
to the hospital, it was a full moon. We were so worried
and I was crying constantly and when I looked up at the
moon, I knew my mom had passed away. She died in the early
hours of July 2. The night of July 2, I entered the house
to get something from my room and chills ran down my
spine. I did not think anything of it because I was so
distraught. When I reached my room, I could not enter it.
I felt too weak and like something was preventing me from
entering. Eventually I got what I wanted from the room but
when I joined my family outside, the chills didn't stop.
We went into my brother's room and that is when everything
started. My hands and legs were numb and I felt very
strange, also, my fingertips were cold and turning blue. I
did not know what was happening to me. After a while, it
stopped.
I calmed down and we started to talk about it when it
happened again. This time, my brother was going to hold me
and I told him not to touch me but it wasn't me talking. I
knew I was saying something but didn't feel in control.
The same thing continued for a while until my brother and
his wife broke down. At that time, I felt the tingling
leave my body and my arm was the final part for the
tingling to go away. At that point, I felt so much at ease
and calm. Later on, I found out from my sister-in-law that
the ground turned icy cold and this was during the summer
time in the Caribbean!I did not cry for my mom until her
funeral occured a week later. I felt so calm and I told my
other siblings not to worry that mom was okay now and she
is contented.
The only explanation we could have given was it had to be
my mom finding her way home. My mom always told us she
didn't want to be in the freezer for very long when she
died and she died in her sleep so we figured she woke up
and found her way home. My mom and I have always been
close and we always hug each other and this is probably
what happened when she saw me. I still miss my mom
terribly and she comes in my dreams at times to warn me of
things or just to have a chat.
In the Chinese belief, we say the deceased visits one week
after they died and in the case of mom this happened.
Exactly one week from when she died, her funeral occured
and the ritual is for the first born son to light an
incense from the graveyard to home for the spirit to know
its way back home. Well, my mom was supposed to have
followed my brother through the front door but guess what,
she always go wherever I went so she followed me. The same
thing happened again and this time, there were more family
present to witness it. I am so glad that I was not the
only one because my brother felt chills run down his back
as well. That is the indication my mom returned home.
There is one more story that freaked me out and probably
will do the same to you. I had a dream I was in a church
that I used to attend. There was a long staircase in the
middle of the church and a man was sitting on it. I saw a
coffin at the alter with my mom sitting next to it. I was
confused by this dream but woke up immediately after.
At that time, my friends (two sisters), mom went for an
operation. I was on the phone with one of the sisters when
she told me to hold on her sister was on the other line.
Instantly, I knew her mom had passed away because she got
complications during the surgery and was in a coma. From
that day, I knew what the dream meant and after the
funeral, I dreamt of their mom, myself and the two sisters
in a room and the mom talked directly to me. She wanted me
to give her daughters a message saying she was okay and at
peace. Her daughters were not to worry and she will look
after them.
I still do have more stories to tell but I will leave them
for another time. I guess I am a medium in a way but
through my dreams. I do have dreams that have come true
sometimes in a couple of weeks or years after. It has
freaked me out and I am trying to learn how to deal with
this ability.
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