Back last December we learned of the untimely death (suspected suicide by gun) of one of the sons of commissioner of the youth football league that my husband helped out with. My husband was greatly upset and we asked for more information regarding the death. The police had ruled it a possible suicide. My husband and everyone involved with the football league were in utter shock and disbelief.
A few days later the visitation was held at a local church. The line of mourners snaked through the church and even partly outside. As we make our way through the lines, I have this terrible sense of urgency hit me. It made me very light-headed, and then inside my head, the pleading begins:
"Please help me!"
"I didn't kill myself!"
"Please tell my family I didn't kill myself!"
The clamorous intensity of the messages increased the closer I came to the casket. It became like a siren sounding inside my head and as soon as my respects were paid, I had to go outside and get some fresh air.
Moments later, my husband emerges from the church with my daughter and asked me if I was ok. I told him about the sensations I had inside the church. My husband (who is an avid skeptic of the paranormal) then told me that he had felt something inside as well.
Many months go by without the mention of the young man's premature demise. One day I just happen to ask one of my husband's friends if the police had made an official determination about the boy's cause of death. He sad that the coroner had determined that the cause of death was an accidental shooting.
I'm not sure how all these pieces fit together, but what I do know was that suffocating feeling of intense anguish and the pleads for help.
What have I experienced here? I am at a complete loss.