My father died five months ago from cancer or... From an African medium that I was speaking on the phone. I was telling Faru (that's the name of the African witch) that my father was a neurotic person that made me anxious and sad. In a moment of stress when I had a fight with my father I told Faru that I want him to die. And he died two months later not only from cancer but he was diagnosed with not having oxygen (he couldn't breath, he was suffering and begging for euthanasia). The truth is that the last years he wanted to die. He was miserable and telling me and my brother that he wanted to be buried at the village outside where he was born.
I won't discuss in this story who is responsible about his death or what are my feelings but about the paranormal part. So, 6 o'clock in the morning I was sleeping with my mother and my brother was at the hospital with my father when he died and immediately my brother called me on my phone to tell me to cover the mirrors (this is another issue that the soul of a dead person can be prisoner in the mirror). I covered the mirrors in seconds and in minutes I felt my father's soul or aura or something and I vomited twice.
I was seeing him not like a ghost but for seconds he could appear to me. When I was throwing in the garbage his clothes, a person in a car took his form. He was appearing to me like that the first week. Another time I was home after we visited his grave and when I went to my bedroom there was a weird strange matrix smell. After that I started to cement and greengrocer if that is the correct word.
That and the candles didn't do much cause one day after I took my bath I saw my right breast and there was a white hair going out of my skin. Like it was from my father's hair. So can I be haunted? This terrified me. I was very annoyed from that. I pull out a white hair from my tits? What's the meaning of that?
Is his soul not rested? I have the hope that his soul is rested because at the forty day (40 days after his death) we have a memorial- a meeting at a cafe so there was a butterfly. I am sure the butterfly was my father's soul. This is another issue if you listen to the song of him by Ville Valo "wings of a butterfly". I wanted to take the butterfly and rip out the wings as the song if you listen and understand the meaning. But I did not.
Thanks for reading and I will read the comments and I will try to participate in the discussion.