My ghost encounters were so real and each time evidential. I want to be able to talk to spirits more often but don't know how to tune in with that part of me.
When I was just a baby my parents had told me that I looked at empty spaces laughing and giggling and pointing at nothing at all. When my great grandfather passed away my dad and mom heard bells and me talking or halfway talking to someone.
I used to sit on my great grandfather's lap when I was a toddler and play with a string of bells he had hung to the ceiling. When my parents came in my room (knowing I had nothing that sounded like a bell at all) they asked where the noise was coming from and who I was talking to. I told them, "I was playing on great-grandpa's lap with his bells." (Of course, it was more toddler talk so not so pronounced with the words, but this was the first of my ghost encounters).
When I was about eight years old, I started to see my body sleeping in my bed. I would go to the living room where the family was and I would listen to what they had to say while I was floating on the ceiling. It felt like I was flying. When I woke up, I would say word for word what they talked about and they were all in shock.
My ghost encounters continued when, in the 1990’s, I woke up in the middle of the night to a very cold chill. There in front of my bed was my grandfather from California (I lived in Florida). He was waving and he came over to me and put his hand on my cheek and kissed me on the forehead. I walked into the living room and my dad and mom were still awake and looked at me and they said it looks as if you just seen a ghost. Before I could say anything, I just barely shook my head yes and then the phone rang. It was my grandmother in California calling to tell us that my grandfather had just passed away.
A few years later my ghost encounters happened again and I saw another ghost, this time it was my Uncle Joey. Again, I got touched on the cheek and a kiss on the forehead. I walked in the living room to find my mom and dad awake and this time they said, “not again?” and I shook my head yes and the phone rang. It was my mom's mom calling to tell us that Uncle Joey had just passed away.
From time to time I've had more of my ghost encounters and have heard them speak to me. I called my grandma on Christmas day and told her if she was holding on waiting for my grandfather to tell her it is okay to leave him, he is not going to but, if she needs to leave and we will be okay. My grandmother thanked me for giving her the freedom to pass on. On that New Year's Eve Night (same year) at 8:00pm central time I felt strongly that my grandmother had just passed away. I got home at around 4am and at 6am the phone rang. I already knew it was my mom calling me to tell me that my grandmother had passed away. I answered and told her everything and asked, "Mom, did she die at 9pm your time?" I could tell my mom was in shock because it took her a bit to answer me and she finally said “Yes, but how did you know?” I told her I felt it.
A couple of weeks after that I had just shut everything off in the house and went to bed. About a minute later the radio in my living room came on playing mine and my grandmother's favourite song. I called my mom crying telling her what just happened. My mom told me that grandma was just letting you know she is watching over you.
My mom had gotten cancer and in 2001. In July, two weeks after her birthday, I felt as if I was going to lose her soon, so I sat at my computer since she could no longer talk and typed up a poem. My dad called the same day I sent it and told me that she had passed away. I asked him to look at her computer and please tell me what he saw. He said it is a poem. He read it to himself and said this was the last thing she read before she passed. “You gave your grandmother peace to pass and now your mom. You have some wonderful gifts”.
Recently I have been escaping my body again while I sleep, astral traveling to check on my daughter, son, and my step-son. I am afraid I will not return or get lost trying to get back to my body.