My Uncle's Visits

I'm not sure exactly where to start with this experience, but here goes.

It was 2007, and my mother was still grieving the death of my uncle. She had many questions, unanswered, and I was never allowed a proper goodbye. I did not attend the funeral, due to my living a state away with my grandparents, and a feud that was going on with my mother and her mother, my grandmother.

I was very careful to not mention a lot about him. My mother was still extremely fragile, and my uncle and I were extremely close. The loss took a while for me to accept. But once I was allowed this visit from him, I soon was at peace.

One night, while all was quiet, I was sitting Indian style on my bed and began to meditate. I did this for a while with one goal in mind, to communicate with my uncle. I began with asking, "Is someone here? Give a yes with one knock, and two for no." I got a knock on my headboard directly behind me. I asked this, because I felt a presence in the room. The air turned much thicker, kind of like a vibration mixed with electricity, with a cool feeling. The air was not on, nor was the heater, as this was fall weather and it was perfect outside.

I asked if this is my uncle let me know my touching my hand. I had both my hands palms up on my knees. My right hand slowly started to heat up. I said thank you. I asked a third and final question. I asked could you please come to me, in my dream? I received one knock on my headboard along with my right hand heating up again, and literally close by itself. I tried opening it, thinking maybe it was a cramp. It felt as though it were being held closed. I then said (by the way, this is not out loud), "Ok, thank you and I love you."

I finish my session, get ready for bed, and fall asleep soon after. That night, I had an incredible dream.

Before I get to the visit, my uncle died under suspicious circumstances. There were a lot of unanswered questions, and I had no information on how the burial was.

Now the dream. I was sitting on the end of my bed, and my uncle was sitting in my usual spot that I sit when watching tv or talking on the phone. At first I was shocked that he actually came to me because this didn't feel like a dream, it felt like I was daydreaming. Then it turned into excitement. I scooted closer to him and he never used his mouth to speak, it was more of using thoughts to talk. And he told me not to come any closer, and I soon knew why. I started to smell and taste blood, at the same time smelled gunpowder and began to get a migraine. I told him I needed answers regarding his death and answers about his funeral for peace within me. He said ok, and began to tell me things before I could ask anything.

He said he was shot in the head, with a shotgun, and his wedding ring was missing. He also told me he was buried in a quilt my grandmother had handmade, a black and white flannel shirt, blue jeans, tennis shoes, a pack of his favorite cigarettes, and a Zippo lighter with an eagle on it. He told me he loved me, and he will be here with me for as long as I need him. The dream ended with him leaving out of my room door.

I woke up crying, and with the smell of gunpowder and blood, also still tasting blood in my mouth. Rest assured I checked it out, because it was so real I had to. No blood.

I went over my dream and wrote every detail down. I prayed and then called my mom. I told her what happened, and she confirmed every detail of the funeral, because she was the one whom prepared the entire funeral. She also told me she had been trying to get ahold of his wife about the wedding ring. When she finally did, the wife told her it was missing. When my mom told me, I got a picture in my mind and my uncle pointing towards the back of his closet and I told her. The wedding ring was important to my mom, she gave it to my uncle as a wedding gift.

While I was on the phone, I had a visual of what the house looked like while he was still in his bedroom dead. He took me through his front door, down a hallway, towards his room door. While this is going on, I'm describing this to my mom, and she's confirming. I believe this was my uncle's purpose, to help my mom move on.

He says, "Take a breath, now go in." I walk through his bedroom door, he never let me look down at him, but takes me through and I see the blood on the walls and bed. His wife was standing there just looking down at him. No look of shock or sadness and she walks out. I follow her and she goes to my cousin, their daughter, and says, "Your dad is dead" then she calls 911.

This killed me inside. So I tell my uncle, "Thank you," and come out of this visual with him. I asked my mom, "How can we prove any of this to anyone?" Because I do believe he was letting me know it wasn't a suicide but something else. He lived on an Indian reservation and he was terrified to live there anymore. His wife was a prominent individual there, and he had been trying to move but wasn't financially capable. He told my mother he knew she was cheating and feared for his life. Around two weeks after telling her this, he passed.

To this day, he's still around me, as I'm typing this I feel his arms around me.