I love ghost stories because they are so often inexplicable and show we can’t explain everything that we experience. Do I believe in ghosts- like you, no, but do I believe people
See ghosts- absolutely and I also love the meaning people construct around these. I am fascinated with ghosts and ghost stories- thank you for sharing yours.
Thank you for articulting this. After reading my story yesterday, a friend told a similar story about ‘seeing’ his dad after he died. I would have laughed this off before.
And fully agreed that life is richer when we allow a little space for marvellous oddity. I have recently enjoyed reading wonderful scientific theories about consciousness that create space for all sorts of things to be true. When I was younger I would have looked for ways to close off the most exotic possibilities. I see no point now.
Ghosts & the afterlife have usually been scoffed at by my family. My father & mother were from a scientific background. We weren’t an overly religious family & still to this day I believe in the Big Bang theory of how this world was created. After my Dad drowned in 1980, I was only 13. And from then on I guess I was seeking answers to see if he was still around me.
Two things happened. Firstly, In my early 20’s I went to a clairvoyant/healer and having said absolutely nothing of my father’s death or drowning, she sat me on a comfortable chair & spoke. All I remember is that she said “a man who is wet is with me”.
Secondly, when I was in my mid 30s, I was crossing the bay on a ferry on a very beautiful grey morning. Sun behind the clouds, silver water & skies. The sea was a like very brilliant silver mill pond. The bay that has so many personalities. The bay that on a rough & wild evening took my father’s life away.
I stood alone on the top deck of the ferry & I asked Dad for a sign. A siting of a dolphin or a big gull, something like that. After about 20mins of standing on the deck, admiring this beautiful morning, a young boy (about 10 years old), came up to the top deck and stood right beside me. I was kind of annoyed because he was distracting me & not leaving me alone. He didn’t speak to me, just a casual “Hi”. Next thing his brother popped up and this is what I will never forget. The older brother shouted “Hey Sam, come over here”. “Sam”. And there it was, my father’s name.
Thank you for this incredibly touching message, Joc. I felt all tingly reading it. It’s amazing to me that I would have dismissed these phenomena even ten years ago, but now my view has become more expansive. Thanks so much for sharing.
Beautiful. It brought me right back to spending half my life in my childhood best friend’s home with her family. Haven’t thought about them in ages. Sending a message to them now. I’m pleased you got to see him again x
So lovely! On the anniversary of my aunt’s death, whom I was very close to, my son requested her famous noodles, not knowing what day it was. I felt her with us all throughout dinner.
This is beautiful work. I think you are not alone in this experience either. We just don't talk about these types of experiences because they are inherently inexplicable. I'm glad you put language to your experience. My mom had an experience like this after her sister died. She was visibly upset coming out of the bathroom inside a restaurant, coming home from a trip across multiple states to see her sister, who was dying, when she encountered an older woman sitting in a booth near the bathroom who casually and gently grabbed her arm and said, "I'll see you later." There's no rhyme or reason, just "I'll see you later." I really enjoyed your article; it is a terrific read! 💗
Quizá, en algún rincón olvidado de este mundo, exista un reflejo perfecto de nosotros mismos. Y si el destino llegara a cruzar nuestros caminos, tal vez una corriente de memorias dormidas despertaría en nuestro interior, dejándonos suspendidos entre el asombro y el desconcierto, conocer a alguien que ya no esta en este mundo pero lo vemos al frente de nosotros tan joven nos quedaremos como si el fantasma fueramos nosostros.
These mysterious moments of parting from ones we loved, so eloquently written.
Thank you. That means a lot.
So beautiful and true.
Thanks Rebecca. That means a lot coming from you x
I love ghost stories because they are so often inexplicable and show we can’t explain everything that we experience. Do I believe in ghosts- like you, no, but do I believe people
See ghosts- absolutely and I also love the meaning people construct around these. I am fascinated with ghosts and ghost stories- thank you for sharing yours.
Thank you for articulting this. After reading my story yesterday, a friend told a similar story about ‘seeing’ his dad after he died. I would have laughed this off before.
So sorry for your loss.
What a beautiful piece.
And fully agreed that life is richer when we allow a little space for marvellous oddity. I have recently enjoyed reading wonderful scientific theories about consciousness that create space for all sorts of things to be true. When I was younger I would have looked for ways to close off the most exotic possibilities. I see no point now.
That’s exactly how I feel now too. There’s less need to defend a fully rational position anymore, I find. Thanks so much for reading and commenting.
Ghosts & the afterlife have usually been scoffed at by my family. My father & mother were from a scientific background. We weren’t an overly religious family & still to this day I believe in the Big Bang theory of how this world was created. After my Dad drowned in 1980, I was only 13. And from then on I guess I was seeking answers to see if he was still around me.
Two things happened. Firstly, In my early 20’s I went to a clairvoyant/healer and having said absolutely nothing of my father’s death or drowning, she sat me on a comfortable chair & spoke. All I remember is that she said “a man who is wet is with me”.
Secondly, when I was in my mid 30s, I was crossing the bay on a ferry on a very beautiful grey morning. Sun behind the clouds, silver water & skies. The sea was a like very brilliant silver mill pond. The bay that has so many personalities. The bay that on a rough & wild evening took my father’s life away.
I stood alone on the top deck of the ferry & I asked Dad for a sign. A siting of a dolphin or a big gull, something like that. After about 20mins of standing on the deck, admiring this beautiful morning, a young boy (about 10 years old), came up to the top deck and stood right beside me. I was kind of annoyed because he was distracting me & not leaving me alone. He didn’t speak to me, just a casual “Hi”. Next thing his brother popped up and this is what I will never forget. The older brother shouted “Hey Sam, come over here”. “Sam”. And there it was, my father’s name.
I don’t need anymore signs.
Thank you for this incredibly touching message, Joc. I felt all tingly reading it. It’s amazing to me that I would have dismissed these phenomena even ten years ago, but now my view has become more expansive. Thanks so much for sharing.
I love this so much. I feel every word.
Thank you so much. That’s lovely for me to know.
Beautiful. It brought me right back to spending half my life in my childhood best friend’s home with her family. Haven’t thought about them in ages. Sending a message to them now. I’m pleased you got to see him again x
That’s so touching, Natalie. I’m so glad you did that and thank you as always for reading my newsletter and for your generosity.
So lovely! On the anniversary of my aunt’s death, whom I was very close to, my son requested her famous noodles, not knowing what day it was. I felt her with us all throughout dinner.
I love that. Thank you for sharing that poignant family detail.
Beautifully done. Full of mystery, loss and love.
Thank you so much
I have had a few unexplained experiences since my folks passed away. I am embracing it.
How interesting. I’d love to know more.
Beautiful thought provoking article. And certainly resonates with some of my unexplainable experiences.
thank you so much.
Great piece - incredibly resonant
Thank you. Delighted you like it.
This is beautiful work. I think you are not alone in this experience either. We just don't talk about these types of experiences because they are inherently inexplicable. I'm glad you put language to your experience. My mom had an experience like this after her sister died. She was visibly upset coming out of the bathroom inside a restaurant, coming home from a trip across multiple states to see her sister, who was dying, when she encountered an older woman sitting in a booth near the bathroom who casually and gently grabbed her arm and said, "I'll see you later." There's no rhyme or reason, just "I'll see you later." I really enjoyed your article; it is a terrific read! 💗
Thank you so much for reading and for your lovely comment. I’m really grateful. Your mum’s experience sounds really similar.
So true, on so many levels, Gabs. Another beautifully honest & poignant piece of writing from you!😍
Thank you so much.
Quizá, en algún rincón olvidado de este mundo, exista un reflejo perfecto de nosotros mismos. Y si el destino llegara a cruzar nuestros caminos, tal vez una corriente de memorias dormidas despertaría en nuestro interior, dejándonos suspendidos entre el asombro y el desconcierto, conocer a alguien que ya no esta en este mundo pero lo vemos al frente de nosotros tan joven nos quedaremos como si el fantasma fueramos nosostros.