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Old 22-02-2017, 05:58 AM
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its not time because you have much to do yet

How many of you have an important task to fulfill before you die that you are kept from dying?
Ive been close to death many times and i think it was the second time i was near death that i was told i had to stay.
I was really sick and my mom never explained about medicine to me. So i ended up with my first OD. Everything slowed to a halt. I was lifeless. And this angel appeared to me and he said it wasnt time yet. That the path i am on must continue. I was told i would not be allowed to die for a long time because i have a job to do and my path would be painful and misunderstood often. Which over the years so far it has been.
I remember i couldnt open my eyes rarely a crack, could rarely hear my mom when she got home and found me. I knew id be going to the hospital... I dont remember how i got in the van. My doorkeeper(guide) usually at the time would move me. Id allow her possession. I remember i couldnt move. My mom wanting me to get up off the seat in the van. I was awake just enough to understand but i wasnt moving. My doorkeeper took over. My body didnt have much strength but she got me up and went into the ER. They gave me even more medicine. Said i had bronchitis and pneumonia.
During the time i hadnt much of a clue as to what was so important to live for. I was only 17. But recently since im starting to have my spiritual awakening, i now know what it is i have for my path. Of course i had felt it to be true as i grew but i figured it was just a silly thought in my head. Im like, "those things dont happen". But it did and im honored to have such a path...
Its still very painful but i understand why it is the way it is... And ive had more experiences with death, even to watch my second son go to heaven. Was not long ago either. But im always either visited or blessed during each horrible near death experience.
And no. It doesnt make me immortal. I will die like everyone else. Its just not time for me yet.
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Old 22-02-2017, 08:05 AM
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What an experience! Have you found out what your path is?
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Old 22-02-2017, 09:18 AM
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Thanks for sharing your fascinating story, gentleheart. I had my NDE at the age of 58. I'm now 68 and haven't really done anything as far as an important task...except maybe in sharing my experience having contributed to a few people mourning a lost loved one in understanding that our consciousness goes on after death and there's nothing to fear. Maybe that's what my intended task is...but I've had far more failures than successes...and those successes are 5 and more years past. Other than that, I couldn't possibly imagine what great task might be ahead for me, taking into account that I'm retired, socialize with the same people all the time doing the same activities...lol...IOW...living a rather uneventful life. But...who knows? Maybe there's more in store for me.
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Old 22-02-2017, 11:37 AM
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What an experience! Have you found out what your path is?
Yes. My life path is as a keyholder. I manage the law of harmony. I hold the key of light and the key of fire and am reincarnated from many keyholders from the past (like solomon, st peter, and janus)
I will die... But i will continue reincarnating as long as the keys exist.
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Old 22-02-2017, 11:48 AM
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Thanks for sharing your fascinating story, gentleheart. I had my NDE at the age of 58. I'm now 68 and haven't really done anything as far as an important task...except maybe in sharing my experience having contributed to a few people mourning a lost loved one in understanding that our consciousness goes on after death and there's nothing to fear. Maybe that's what my intended task is...but I've had far more failures than successes...and those successes are 5 and more years past. Other than that, I couldn't possibly imagine what great task might be ahead for me, taking into account that I'm retired, socialize with the same people all the time doing the same activities...lol...IOW...living a rather uneventful life. But...who knows? Maybe there's more in store for me.
If i knew you in person, id ask for your help to ease the pain of losing my son... I am at peace with his death but not at peace with my empty arms. Its hard losing an infant shortly after birth... And with that experience i will explain what happened. Needless to say my doctors overdosed me for my c-section. After having him, i could see him departing and watched him go to heaven. And when i slept that night, god gave me wonderful memories of raising him because i had let him go and that i had asked for the memories and for him to be happy and well taken care of. He was my precious angel. I feel blessed to have such memories. God is loving. Allows my son to visit me off and on. For christmas i saw him napping on my couch. And for his birthday he was learning to stand up with my coffee table.
Whatever is in store for you must be wonderful. I wish you a smooth journey. You will find out when the time is right.
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Old 23-02-2017, 02:01 PM
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If i knew you in person, id ask for your help to ease the pain of losing my son... I am at peace with his death but not at peace with my empty arms. Its hard losing an infant shortly after birth... And with that experience i will explain what happened. Needless to say my doctors overdosed me for my c-section. After having him, i could see him departing and watched him go to heaven. And when i slept that night, god gave me wonderful memories of raising him because i had let him go and that i had asked for the memories and for him to be happy and well taken care of. He was my precious angel. I feel blessed to have such memories. God is loving. Allows my son to visit me off and on. For christmas i saw him napping on my couch. And for his birthday he was learning to stand up with my coffee table.
Whatever is in store for you must be wonderful. I wish you a smooth journey. You will find out when the time is right.

How sad for you that you lost your little one. My heart goes out to you and all of those who've lost a child. I imagine there could be no worse of a lose than that.

Sadly, I don't know if I can ease your pain (but I can try) because dealing with a loss and trying to cope with it on a day to day basis in this life is different that dealing with the questions of "will I see this person again, is this person in heaven or hell?". Those are the types of grief I've helped. I can only tell you that when my consciousness/spirit/soul was in that realm/place I experienced that THAT is the reality of existence and this place is like a dream, a movie or play...and is NOT the reality of existence. There is no such thing as judgement and hell, and understanding unconditional love is what's important because we will return here...and we must do whatever is necessary to make this place as pleasant as we can.

I will tell you that your sweet little son is in the most wonderful place you couldn't even imagine (I think you know that already). I know that may not help much in the here and now of this physical plane, missing holding him, touching him, seeing and watching him grow. But since you are experiencing seeing him I hope you realize that you have a far greater sense of spirituality than you might realize. It means a part of your inner self is open. Maybe it would be wise for you to build on this, so if you'd want to do that I would suggest you consider meditation. There are folks here at SF who could help you with that. I'm not, because I don't meditate in the way I've read most people do to achieve success (possibly because of my NDE). Lol...I'm not some kind of 'guru' nor do I want to be. When someone has questions or in conversation the topic takes me there, I simply share what I've learned from my experiences. And I appreciate when others share. It's how we learn.

So all I can say is my heartfelt best wishes for you, gentleheart, and I hope in some way I've helped you.

Peace and Love...!!!
MARDAV
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Old 25-02-2017, 01:13 AM
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Gentleheart, I am sorry for the loss of your dear infant son. I am going to post my story of the loss of beloved son in 2012. I have had 2 son losses. It is a Chirion wound always. Peace.

Shared Pre-Death Awareness with My Son, Jesse
My beloved son, Jesse, was ran over and killed by an inattentive driver in October 2012. I have always had a sense of apprehension regarding my beloved son, Jesse David. He is my firstborn, son of my heart. He was 28 when he was run over on his motorcycle in his own lane on the way to a doctor’s appointment. There were no factors that day that contributed to the accident other than total negligence on the part of the other driver who was driving illegally on the road.
My infant son (third born), Taylor, had died of SIDS at six weeks in 1987. He had just been released from the hospital for having a fever and was pronounced “ok”. No doctor had warned me about SIDs or crib death. I have lived with guilt for so long over that choice not to take him to a doctor one more time.
Now fast forward to 2012. My son Jesse was having some asthma like symptoms that would require going to a specialist. So I help him find the doctor, make the appointment, I encourage him to go…and he does. As he goes to the physician, he is run over in his own lane on his motorcycle, which he would have not passed many drivers that day on that route but she was there. Like a lone bullet.
The year of his death it was like the volume was being turned up that his passing was near. I was not familiar with pre-death premonitions nor end-of-life phenomena. It would be frowned upon in my circles and would not be accepted. This is an attempt to put the major events in some kind of timeline, though I will say, that so many little actions, and nuances that year, it is hard to place them all. They were just present and every time I stumbled across one of these marker events, I just knew.
In February of 2012, the year of my son’s death, I had a very strange happening.
In a quiet moment of mediation on some scripture, I “heard” in my mind very clearly, “Your son’s gonna die”. Just like that. This intrusive, unknown telepathic voice very much startled me and it was upsetting yet had a certain quality to it. I tried to put it out of my mind quickly.
At the time I was oblivious to these types of “events” as it was not in my belief system at the time; however, much to my regret, I now believe this to be an instance of clairaudience or clairsentient of some sort.
In April of 2012, Jesse was feeling strongly like death was nearing. I was with him when he got his “official notification” so to speak. At the time, both of us were employed by the same local store. We shared lunch breaks when we could. One day on our work break, we were walking together in the store as he was not feeling the best. Jesse suddenly stops in the store aisle by the bike rack, like he is startled and blurts out to me, “I don’t think I am going to live a long life”. It was like some kind of a “notification”. I felt a chill go through me but as I did not understand this phenomenon could happen as someone is nearing an exit point so I did not know what to do. Jesse began to be noticeably more clingy with me after this, always trying to be close by me.
Also from then on out, Jesse was more moody, which was not characteristic of him at all. He was a very kind, gentle person who believed in following the Golden Rule from his heart. Jesse started to say, “When it is your time to go, it’s your time to go,” a lot after spring of 2012, way too much. I wanted to deter him from choosing any risky behaviors. As you know from reading this, I was unsuccessful.
In late August of 2012, I had a very strong death feeling about myself, that maybe it was me that was going to die -- I remember those nights distinctly. One particular night as I looked at the moon, it felt like I was looking at it for the very last time...like I was becoming removed from this world. And I so wish it had been me. (I should note that later August is also the passing date of my infant son Taylor)
Unfortunately, I had been offered a new job and accepted which changed the course of events. If not, I would have been driving that day instead to take him in. I felt at times that there were “Presences” (such as often described in NDE testimonies) that I could sense that summer. This would happen both when I was alone and sometimes when I was with Jesse.
Because of all of these happenings, I started to evaluate everything that could be a potential danger to him but missed the most obvious. Jesse had approached me in August and wanted to buy a motorcycle. I hesitated immediately but his father rode one so I dismissed my inner misgivings. He bought the motorcycle that was intended to be resold to make money but he quickly changed his mind. When the motorcycle came to our house, my husband immediately started to yell at Jesse not to ride it, that it was going to kill him. My husband was very upset. Then Jesse dug in his heels, and kept saying “When it was your time to go, it is your time to go” meaning it would not matter if he rode it or not if death was meant to be.
In October, the week before Jesse died….on that Thursday (the day before his motorcycle license class was to begin) I had a conversation with Jesse. We were both standing in his driveway. I clearly remember him being on the driver’s side of his car and walking around the front of the car towards me, as I was standing by the passenger’s side. I so begged and pleaded with him not to drive the motorcycle, and told him again his father was in absolute terror he was going to die on it…I asked him to think of how we would feel if he were to be killed on it, he said, “I don’t know, I’ll be dead,” followed by “I could go right down the road and be killed”. He had often said that -- he could go right down the road and be killed -- like he had always known this would be his manner of death.
… I was sick with terror… Jesse refused to give up pursuing the motorcycle license no matter how much I begged… and dismissed our growing worry and alarm like young guys tend to do; I think his “rational brain” just could not let it go. Jesse said to me again, “When it is your time to go, it is your time to go”…this saying had become a mantra with him since that spring after he directly told me he was going to have a short life.
The Saturday before Jesse died as I was in town shopping I had called him to make sure he had made it home okay on the motorcycle as he drove it that day. (And we were concerned). When I talked to him on my cell phone, the conversation had began with the normal day-to-day stuff but then shifted to what he felt his life’s goals were and also what they were not (ie., not about getting a big job or money, he was content just to be and loved the quiet outdoors). In that conversation, Jesse brought up an analogy I held privately in my heart about him for so long. Often I felt Jesse was like, “a giant boulder I kept pushing up a hill with all my might and strength”, this is not intended in a negative way towards him, and he understood that -- but I have always felt the need to hover nearby him, keeping him safe, now sheer mom-love drove this … in that Saturday conversation, he told me he was releasing me from that “responsibility” using that exact analogy I held in my heart…Jesse then told me …ironically…that he wanted me to go motorcycle riding with him the next spring….it was here his voice faltered and trailed off…I knew instantly in my soul something was very wrong.
At this point in the conversation, Jesse asked me to buy some matches for him and bring them to him at his home. I believe it was just what he used to get me to come to his house without alarm.
I purchased the matches and drove in a furious hurry to him…I definitely knew something was wrong…when I got to his house and entered the living room, he was lying down on his couch. As I handed him the matches he looked up at me and told me, “MY LIFE IS GOING TO BE SHORT”. Just like that. He appeared to be calm…in my soul I asked, “how long?”, I was given the number “3” which I, to my horror, misinterpreted to be thir-ty…but it was three days later and he was killed by an inattentive driver.
The Knowledge of this conversation of his impending death was removed from me temporarily once it was spoken…I felt like my head was being “wrapped in a fashion” the thoughts being hidden away. The room had a strange quality to it that night, something that is really hard to describe with any words.
I asked him to come back to our house with me that night, he refused. When I left from his home …as my hand touched the door knob…I said in my soul, “I am not going to like this”. I noticed that night was so inky black, an uncomfortable black, and by the time I reached my van in his driveway I “forgot” this conversation or the knowledge removed. I feel so guilty for leaving him
A fragment of the conversation came back the morning he died, Wednesday…and the rest two weeks later.
The day of the accident, I had called him 5 minutes just before his accident to ask him, "What are you going to do today"? What a question, huh? I usually called to check on him.

Sometimes he would pull over on the motorcycle and call back...if only he had that day.
Jesse was ran over and killed in his own driving lane while going to his doctor’s appointment that Wednesday morning. The girl that killed him has a long history of law violations, including drug use and traffic safety violations. We also now know she was driving in his lane head on to do a left turn. What we have termed “a country left turn”. She jumped her vehicle into his lane so fast that he did not have time to respond.
The night of Jesse’s passing at 10:30 pm I found a text message on my cell phone, where the phone number should be there was a text message instead. It said, “Thanks…Jesse”. I tried a call back, there is no phone number attached. Again, the message was in the area where a person’s name goes or a phone number, the second line where the message is normally is blank.
As I look back, there are many oddities that happened that year. It was a year full of synchronicity (a term I had never heard of before until I started to search things out after his passing). It completely shattered my small box of beliefs and what I had been told was “true”. These things are deep and disturbing.
Jesse was authentic in his faith and service to God. He was kind, gentle and caring to others.
I now believe that at times – a “knowing”, events, and messages – can bleed through from that other side of life.
For a long time before Jesse’s death, I would get a strange, sick, uneasy sense every time I was near the road that Jesse was killed on. That uneasiness with this particular road had increased as Jesse’s passing drew near. Again, I missed the warning sign.
For me, I have had experiences that made me realize that there was a spiritual nature that existed outside of this present world. However, this knowledge got distorted by some of the religious views I absorbed later. Stories from other bereaved parents who were brave enough to share their child’s passing with the mystical and paranormal experiences that can occur when death is close have been part of my grief journey; and for me, I am trying to make sense of what occurred even though healing will only come when I cross that final line myself.
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Shortly after my Jesse’s passing, he appeared to my mom as a full apparition…she was fully awake sitting at her computer trying to fix it (he would often fix it for her)….she was able to describe what he wore to a detail, it was what he would have liked to wear in. He was not transparent, but lifelike standing to her left. When he realized she could see him, he simply vanished.
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Old 26-02-2017, 10:58 AM
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Mhm quite interesting stories. Theres no limit to what can be done. Loss is terrible but they are not gone forever and that gives us peace with their death. The pain wont go away but theres peace with knowing theyre still with us.
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Old 20-03-2017, 12:11 PM
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Wow what a complex bunch of answers,all different viewpoints or perspectives to the one issue,the one post.
That's what has me intrigued enough to post here myself,the diversity of the answers!
You have one man 68 years old and 5 years after he had an NDE wondering what it was for,what he should do with his experience?
Maybe he had to have an NDE at his age purposely as a life lesson for his loved ones,maybe the lesson was for others,so they have to experience that loss and rebirth,maybe his whole life purpose was to have an NDE,not for his benefit but for his loved ones around him,God works in mysterious ways you know,you can imagine all you want and never know Gods plan for you,subconsciously you know,but unless you can tap into it then just accept it was meant to happen,on that day,in that year at that time,you were meant to survive,the NDE was your life's plan,that's it,now you can relax in peace and quiet which you are.

Regards Billy.
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Old 20-03-2017, 09:43 PM
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Gentleheart, I am sorry for the loss of your dear infant son. I am going to post my story of the loss of beloved son in 2012. I have had 2 son losses. It is a Chirion wound always. Peace.

Shared Pre-Death Awareness with My Son, Jesse
My beloved son, Jesse, was ran over and killed by an inattentive driver in October 2012. I have always had a sense of apprehension regarding my beloved son, Jesse David. He is my firstborn, son of my heart. He was 28 when he was run over on his motorcycle in his own lane on the way to a doctor’s appointment. There were no factors that day that contributed to the accident other than total negligence on the part of the other driver who was driving illegally on the road.
My infant son (third born), Taylor, had died of SIDS at six weeks in 1987. He had just been released from the hospital for having a fever and was pronounced “ok”. No doctor had warned me about SIDs or crib death. I have lived with guilt for so long over that choice not to take him to a doctor one more time.
Now fast forward to 2012. My son Jesse was having some asthma like symptoms that would require going to a specialist. So I help him find the doctor, make the appointment, I encourage him to go…and he does. As he goes to the physician, he is run over in his own lane on his motorcycle, which he would have not passed many drivers that day on that route but she was there. Like a lone bullet.
The year of his death it was like the volume was being turned up that his passing was near. I was not familiar with pre-death premonitions nor end-of-life phenomena. It would be frowned upon in my circles and would not be accepted. This is an attempt to put the major events in some kind of timeline, though I will say, that so many little actions, and nuances that year, it is hard to place them all. They were just present and every time I stumbled across one of these marker events, I just knew.
In February of 2012, the year of my son’s death, I had a very strange happening.
In a quiet moment of mediation on some scripture, I “heard” in my mind very clearly, “Your son’s gonna die”. Just like that. This intrusive, unknown telepathic voice very much startled me and it was upsetting yet had a certain quality to it. I tried to put it out of my mind quickly.
At the time I was oblivious to these types of “events” as it was not in my belief system at the time; however, much to my regret, I now believe this to be an instance of clairaudience or clairsentient of some sort.
In April of 2012, Jesse was feeling strongly like death was nearing. I was with him when he got his “official notification” so to speak. At the time, both of us were employed by the same local store. We shared lunch breaks when we could. One day on our work break, we were walking together in the store as he was not feeling the best. Jesse suddenly stops in the store aisle by the bike rack, like he is startled and blurts out to me, “I don’t think I am going to live a long life”. It was like some kind of a “notification”. I felt a chill go through me but as I did not understand this phenomenon could happen as someone is nearing an exit point so I did not know what to do. Jesse began to be noticeably more clingy with me after this, always trying to be close by me.
Also from then on out, Jesse was more moody, which was not characteristic of him at all. He was a very kind, gentle person who believed in following the Golden Rule from his heart. Jesse started to say, “When it is your time to go, it’s your time to go,” a lot after spring of 2012, way too much. I wanted to deter him from choosing any risky behaviors. As you know from reading this, I was unsuccessful.
In late August of 2012, I had a very strong death feeling about myself, that maybe it was me that was going to die -- I remember those nights distinctly. One particular night as I looked at the moon, it felt like I was looking at it for the very last time...like I was becoming removed from this world. And I so wish it had been me. (I should note that later August is also the passing date of my infant son Taylor)
Unfortunately, I had been offered a new job and accepted which changed the course of events. If not, I would have been driving that day instead to take him in. I felt at times that there were “Presences” (such as often described in NDE testimonies) that I could sense that summer. This would happen both when I was alone and sometimes when I was with Jesse.
Because of all of these happenings, I started to evaluate everything that could be a potential danger to him but missed the most obvious. Jesse had approached me in August and wanted to buy a motorcycle. I hesitated immediately but his father rode one so I dismissed my inner misgivings. He bought the motorcycle that was intended to be resold to make money but he quickly changed his mind. When the motorcycle came to our house, my husband immediately started to yell at Jesse not to ride it, that it was going to kill him. My husband was very upset. Then Jesse dug in his heels, and kept saying “When it was your time to go, it is your time to go” meaning it would not matter if he rode it or not if death was meant to be.
In October, the week before Jesse died….on that Thursday (the day before his motorcycle license class was to begin) I had a conversation with Jesse. We were both standing in his driveway. I clearly remember him being on the driver’s side of his car and walking around the front of the car towards me, as I was standing by the passenger’s side. I so begged and pleaded with him not to drive the motorcycle, and told him again his father was in absolute terror he was going to die on it…I asked him to think of how we would feel if he were to be killed on it, he said, “I don’t know, I’ll be dead,” followed by “I could go right down the road and be killed”. He had often said that -- he could go right down the road and be killed -- like he had always known this would be his manner of death.
… I was sick with terror… Jesse refused to give up pursuing the motorcycle license no matter how much I begged… and dismissed our growing worry and alarm like young guys tend to do; I think his “rational brain” just could not let it go. Jesse said to me again, “When it is your time to go, it is your time to go”…this saying had become a mantra with him since that spring after he directly told me he was going to have a short life.
The Saturday before Jesse died as I was in town shopping I had called him to make sure he had made it home okay on the motorcycle as he drove it that day. (And we were concerned). When I talked to him on my cell phone, the conversation had began with the normal day-to-day stuff but then shifted to what he felt his life’s goals were and also what they were not (ie., not about getting a big job or money, he was content just to be and loved the quiet outdoors). In that conversation, Jesse brought up an analogy I held privately in my heart about him for so long. Often I felt Jesse was like, “a giant boulder I kept pushing up a hill with all my might and strength”, this is not intended in a negative way towards him, and he understood that -- but I have always felt the need to hover nearby him, keeping him safe, now sheer mom-love drove this … in that Saturday conversation, he told me he was releasing me from that “responsibility” using that exact analogy I held in my heart…Jesse then told me …ironically…that he wanted me to go motorcycle riding with him the next spring….it was here his voice faltered and trailed off…I knew instantly in my soul something was very wrong.
At this point in the conversation, Jesse asked me to buy some matches for him and bring them to him at his home. I believe it was just what he used to get me to come to his house without alarm.
I purchased the matches and drove in a furious hurry to him…I definitely knew something was wrong…when I got to his house and entered the living room, he was lying down on his couch. As I handed him the matches he looked up at me and told me, “MY LIFE IS GOING TO BE SHORT”. Just like that. He appeared to be calm…in my soul I asked, “how long?”, I was given the number “3” which I, to my horror, misinterpreted to be thir-ty…but it was three days later and he was killed by an inattentive driver.
The Knowledge of this conversation of his impending death was removed from me temporarily once it was spoken…I felt like my head was being “wrapped in a fashion” the thoughts being hidden away. The room had a strange quality to it that night, something that is really hard to describe with any words.
I asked him to come back to our house with me that night, he refused. When I left from his home …as my hand touched the door knob…I said in my soul, “I am not going to like this”. I noticed that night was so inky black, an uncomfortable black, and by the time I reached my van in his driveway I “forgot” this conversation or the knowledge removed. I feel so guilty for leaving him
A fragment of the conversation came back the morning he died, Wednesday…and the rest two weeks later.
The day of the accident, I had called him 5 minutes just before his accident to ask him, "What are you going to do today"? What a question, huh? I usually called to check on him.

Sometimes he would pull over on the motorcycle and call back...if only he had that day.
Jesse was ran over and killed in his own driving lane while going to his doctor’s appointment that Wednesday morning. The girl that killed him has a long history of law violations, including drug use and traffic safety violations. We also now know she was driving in his lane head on to do a left turn. What we have termed “a country left turn”. She jumped her vehicle into his lane so fast that he did not have time to respond.
The night of Jesse’s passing at 10:30 pm I found a text message on my cell phone, where the phone number should be there was a text message instead. It said, “Thanks…Jesse”. I tried a call back, there is no phone number attached. Again, the message was in the area where a person’s name goes or a phone number, the second line where the message is normally is blank.
As I look back, there are many oddities that happened that year. It was a year full of synchronicity (a term I had never heard of before until I started to search things out after his passing). It completely shattered my small box of beliefs and what I had been told was “true”. These things are deep and disturbing.
Jesse was authentic in his faith and service to God. He was kind, gentle and caring to others.
I now believe that at times – a “knowing”, events, and messages – can bleed through from that other side of life.
For a long time before Jesse’s death, I would get a strange, sick, uneasy sense every time I was near the road that Jesse was killed on. That uneasiness with this particular road had increased as Jesse’s passing drew near. Again, I missed the warning sign.
For me, I have had experiences that made me realize that there was a spiritual nature that existed outside of this present world. However, this knowledge got distorted by some of the religious views I absorbed later. Stories from other bereaved parents who were brave enough to share their child’s passing with the mystical and paranormal experiences that can occur when death is close have been part of my grief journey; and for me, I am trying to make sense of what occurred even though healing will only come when I cross that final line myself.
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Shortly after my Jesse’s passing, he appeared to my mom as a full apparition…she was fully awake sitting at her computer trying to fix it (he would often fix it for her)….she was able to describe what he wore to a detail, it was what he would have liked to wear in. He was not transparent, but lifelike standing to her left. When he realized she could see him, he simply vanished.

What an amazing story, deep and sad but also proves that there is a divine plan that will happen no matter how much we try to avoid it, a plan which has a purpose of growth for those that remain in this life, even if it is so painful.
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