I'm not using real names for any persons passed on or alive, and the stories I send now all centre around Tim, my friend's husband, and everything he told us happened this past weekend, so my stories all basically start the same way.
This past weekend, 6 to 7 October 2012, my friend Elaine, her husband Tim and their kids visited with us. Tim has been able to see and communicate with spirits since he was a little boy. It drains him physically, causing headaches, and mentally, but he says he cannot fight if they need to communicate.
On Saturday, after the kids had been swimming and Elaine and I sat outside talking, Tim had said he was tired and went to lie down. I mentioned to her that I had specific questions for him in regards to another presence I have been sensing lately. Therefore, when he woke up she told him I had questions and he obliged.
I asked him if he could sense anyone around me, as, for the past 2 weeks at least, I have the distinct feeling that I am not alone. Nowhere at home, not in my car and not at work. He sat for a few seconds and then started describing a man, very tall, over 6 feet, with light brown hair, wearing glasses and seeming to be mid to late 20's. He asked me if any of that gave an indication of someone who had passed on that I know, and I immediately said "Charles". Tim then stood up out of his chair and said, "say hi to him, he is here". I immediately could feel his presence again, at this point, I had also stood up and I could feel him to my right, goose bumps had broken out over my body and I was shaking a bit. Tim lit a cigarette and then he gave a little jump and looked at me. He asked me if Charles didn't like cigarettes, as he was trying to get him to put it out by nudging his hand, and I started laughing. Charles was a health nut; he had spent 3 hours a day in the gym, did not smoke, barely tolerated it and only had the occasional glass of red wine when he and his dad were together.
While still standing, Tim and Elaine's youngest, she is 3-years old, came to ask her mom something. She walked right up to where Charles was standing, then sidestepped and walked around him. She did the same thing when she went back to the other kids as well.
I then thought of things to ask him, as the gateway seemed to be open and he wanted to talk to me. So, I asked him why he was here. He said that he had passed over but he has a very strong feeling that our family needs protecting, and he has been looking out for me for quite some time. I asked him if he was with us when Tyler, one of my boys, ended up in a coma in 2008 and came to the brink of death 3 times in the 32 days that he was comatose. Charles said yes, he was always on the left side of the room, next to the machines (his ventilator was on the left side of the bed). I asked if he had been there the night the boys were born, and this time he made Tim sigh and said; "You like asking dumb questions Dolly". Dolly was a nickname he had for me. I laughed at this.
Then a thought occurred to me. The weekend of the 22nd of September was a long weekend in South Africa, as Monday the 24th was a public holiday. We had driven to Mozambique (that is cross border into a whole other country for us) for the weekend to visit my dad. We had left the Friday afternoon and I was driving as we hit a mountain pass. Now, I do not see very well in the dark, and my mom kept asking me if I did not want to pull over and let her or her sister drive. However, I had the strongest feeling that I was supposed to stay behind the wheel, so I kept driving. Then, on a sharp turn to the right, I saw headlights coming straight for us, but I was completely and utterly calm. I saw a truck overtaking another truck right in front of us and essentially, I should have hit the truck in my lane head-on. However, my hands moved of their own accord, veering the vehicle to the left, into the emergency lane so we passed the truck safely, and then I got back onto the road. The moment we were back on the road and the trucks were behind us, full-blown shock hit me. I could not believe that we had survived. My aunt told me if she had stuck her hand out the window, she would have been able to touch the truck. I had not yanked the wheel, which is what my reaction would have been. So I asked Charles if he had anything to do with keeping me calm on that road and he said yes. He had been with me and had calmed me down. I burst into tears then. Through Tim he said, "Don't cry Dolly." At this point both Tim and Elaine came to me and gave me a hug.
When I had calmed down, I asked questions that only Charles would know, and he answered every question just the way I had known him to answer when he was alive. I asked him if he was the one responsible for making the TV go on by itself if we had a comedy in the DVD player. Tim smiled and said; "he says it was Bart Simpson. As in, you didn't see me do it, you can't prove it." Which is something Charles always said to me if he pulled a prank on me and I could not call him on it. Tim went serious for a moment and then he said, "Charles wants to know why you don't know where your candles are." I almost dropped the glass I was holding. On Thursday, we had had power outages and I had scrambled around the dark house looking for the backup light or candles. My kids do not cope well in the dark, and I distinctly remember knowing that someone was in the kitchen with me as I searched. I found them eventually but had two panicked 5-year olds by that point.
He also told me not to fall asleep with my phone in my bed. He sits behind the driver's seat in my car when I am driving and let's a ball that the kids left in the car roll to the front and hit my feet. Considering that I need to concentrate when driving, I get annoyed by the second or third time this happens, and as I was explaining this to Elaine, Tim piped up and said, "But you never get scared, you just get annoyed". Again, this was Charles playing with me. Tim noted that, when this happened, I could look around, no other cars would be near me.
I now know that the person following me is the person I initially thought was the male presence in my house. Which, technically, I was not wrong about. He is there more than he is away from me, and, knowing he is looking out for us is reassuring, especially given the fact that I'm a single mother and in a few months my mom will be in Mozambique as well.