My grandmother passed away from heart failure in 1984, 26 years ago. She was an incredible woman with a massive heart and an unbelievable loving nature. She had 14 of her own children and at 50 years old, raised another one from birth, due to the tragic circumstances of that childs parents... One night somewhere in 1982 as I got home from a night out, I found my grandmother in our guest room, she was in some discomfort with chest pains and difficulty breathing, the last thing she wanted to do was wake my dad, as he had an early start for work the next day, typical of my grandma.
In 1972 my grandmother had a heart attack and was brought back to life after dying twice on the surgeons table... 10 years on it was not looking good, after a while at hospital the doctors informed us that her survival chances were not favorable. But one thing she had in her favor, she was a fighter and had plenty of family prayers and support willing her to live.
Later when I'd eventually got to bed, I knew I was going to have a premonition or a direction about the outcome of my grandma Ruby. As I was dreaming that night, I remember flying through this open field, about 15 feet off the ground, it was at this time a lucid dream, driven by my emotions, I was consciously seeking the answers and determined to find what I was looking for (my spirit guide). Stepping up the conscious level of this dream, I lifted my hands looking at the back of them, putting me into a level of super consciousness.
The dynamics of the dream changed significantly, I was no longer flying but standing in an open field, in a full on conscious state. (amazing experience) It is what I call reality projection where your surroundings are created so real that you can literally smell and taste what lays before you, something I strongly feel spirits are able to create in the next dimension... Reality projection is also what I believe is a possible cause that keeps some tortured souls from moving on.
Yelling out where are you over and over, the clouds were black and moving as fast as a train, the wind was howling and the rain was threatening. I knew that my time in this plane with this level of consciousness was limited, this was the only time in my life I was demanding an answer, pushing boundries I probably shouldn't of... The clouds stopped and the sun emerged, from out of nowhere my spirit guide was now standing in front of me. This spirit (guardian) has been with me for a very long time, I can't remember how long. He predicted my mother's fate two years before she'd passed, warned me of her suffering fom lung cancer just before she was diagnosed, (please don't smoke) and has forcast my own death. 77 years old, I will be when I die. (I have a feeling it will be August)
Like most of my experiences with him this meeting was short and to the point, your grandmother will live this time, but the next time they will take her, waking up I felt a weight of relief. I knew she would pull through and I couldn't wait to tell my family... (.fast forward). 1984, 2 years later as I was living with my girlfreind on the central coast the phone rang, it was my dad, with the news my grandmother had died from complications with her heart.
This is the first family member that crossed over, that I had a close relationship with and I was taking it pretty hard. As I was laying in bed thinking about my grandma, I'd remember talking to her one day (in between the final 2 years) about life and death... It finished with my grandmother telling me she'd come back to let me know she's there. Laying in bed that night a short while after the funeral (suddenly) a siren noise from inside a locked cupboard was now screeching away. My girlfriends Parents arrived to our room, (we lived with them a short while) as they were bemused about the siren noise coming from a locked closet that had not been opened in years, about 5 from memory, the room we slept in was also partially used for storage.
After eventually finding the key and opening the cuboard the toy that made the noise was sitting alone, it had been turned on from inside the closet!... When I was a boy many years ago, this one Christmas my dad was out of work, (doing it tough) we were poor enough not to have Christmas presents, but rich enough to have food on our table and we had each other and sometimes that's all you need. Christmas Eve staring out my window across the park, I saw my grandma hop off the bus carrying two bags they were full of christmas presents, there was no way her grandchildren were going without... On that night before you left, knowing the heart you have, it must of been hard for you to see me, a young man alone and crying with the heart of a fragile boy, you'd comforted me many times, over the years gone by, Nan... Thankyou grandma for bringing me one more present, the toy in the closet.
(IN MEMORY OF GRANDMA RUBY)
By Aussie daz,