Visitations From My Loved Ones

I will start with my grandmother's passing as this is important to my recent visitations.

A week ago my paternal grandmother (my mother's mother) passed away. I learned of this through a phone call placed by my sister. She told me our mother was frantic, and to call her asap. I called a few moments later to calm my mother down. I wasn't particularly close with my grandmother as of recent years, but I still have a special place in my heart.

A little later that evening, I had decided to channel her. I needed to do so for my mother's sake. I sat comfortably in my recliner and started to meditate. She came through quite quickly, I hadn't expected her to. I can see spirits in spirit form, not in physical like you or myself. (Thinking back and reading my experiences that I've written down, I've been able to do so for some time.)

Anywho...She was in the corner of my living room, standing there. She looked at me, and started to shake her hands in a gesture. Sort of like, "Why aren't you talking back?"

I began to speak to her, and told her she needed to visit in my dreams so I could talk to her. I told her I loved her and closed my meditation. I couldn't hear her, but I knew she could hear me as she gave me a nod.

A few minutes later my husband and I were sitting in the living room and began to eat dinner. One lamp turned off by itself. Now this lamp is plugged into a multiplug, along with my TV, cable box, and other lamp. Neither of those things turned off or stalled, and I checked the knob on the lamp, it was fine. The lamps have a turn knob towards the top of it, and there's a particular clicking sound that goes along with it. The only two ways to turn it off are to either unplug or turn the knob.

So I turn it back on and go about my dinner, nothing further happens. Late that evening, I couldn't fall asleep. So of course I'm still excited that my grandmother came through, so I decided to lay down and meditate, as that aids in my slumber.

I had a regular jumbled mess of a dream nothing stood out until the very end, where I was waking up. This man comes up to me, in my personal space, very adamant and said, "Please take care of my baby." That's when I woke up.

The entire day went without incident, but that message kept nagging at me. I kept playing it through my thoughts, trying to figure out why a man I didn't know came to me with that message.

I kept seeing my grandmother pop in and out, I figured it was her, and her way of getting that message to me. While she kept popping in, also images of my mother.

That very next afternoon, I was excited to call my mom out of nowhere. I literally woke up wanting to call my mom, for no apparent reason. But this is where the other visitations came in, that next morning.

I need to add this in, because its very important to the experiences.

My late grandmother was an avid cleaner. "Spring cleaner", didn't like mess, or anything out of place. I woke up that morning with energy I can't explain. I drank my morning coffee, and began to clean my kitchen, living room, bathroom, laundry room, and finally ended up in the hallway closet. This is the place I keep all my prized pictures. I felt the need to get rid of all the extra junk accumulated during a 6 month period.

In doing so, I came across a picture of my late uncle's wife. I looked at it and decided to throw it away. No sooner than my hand with picture in it hit the trash bag, the song I was currently listening to switches too another song. The one previous wasn't anywhere near finished playing all the way through.

So I smile, knowing it was my uncle playing with me. A few moments later I came upon two pictures I didn't know I had. One of him and my cousin, his son. I put them to the side, finished cleaning the closet out, and hung the pictures up.

About an hour later, my pup Caesar needed to use the restroom. We were outside, in his usual spot under a huge bush like tree. But this particular morning he wasn't acting like his usual self. He wasn't set on using the restroom. That's the first thing he does, then will proceed to smell, sniff, and mark his territory. But he didn't, he kept sniffing, and he suddenly stops in his tracks. A female Cardinal flies by, perches on a branch in said bush, and stares at me. Instantly I knew it was my grandpa. I smiled, and said "Thanks grandpa, I needed your presence."

As I finished that sentence, Caesar turns around, runs up to an empty space of air, and tries twice to jump on nothing. His tail wagging, and he's excited. I know he sees him, and I smile. A few seconds later he stops, and goes about him morning bathroom routine.

A couple hours after this, I was excited to call my mom. On the inside of me, I was jumping for joy for no particular reason. So I dial her number. We both talk back and forth, and I told her I need to talk to you about something very important. I asked her, "Was anything particular grandma would introduce you as, or call you?"

My mother told me there were 3 names she went by: Shell, Shelly Anne (if she was upset at her), and My baby to others, such as friends.

That was my validation. I never knew my grandmother to be sentimental, matter of fact none of her family did, with the exception of my mother.

I told her about the visitations, and the message. It relieved my mother, and cheered her up.

Two days ago, I received another phone call. My sister told me she received a call from my stepdad, he seemed frustrated and upset. My sister headed over there, and they both had quite the chat. She told me, they were planning on putting my mother in a home for the disabled if she doesn't get any better. This is why I feel my grandmother's message was of importance, and urgent. Now I am currently in the middle of a battle with the family.