K Mann's
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As I said above, I went back to the sofa-bed to relax and sleep at around 2:30-3pm after doing some rigorous thinking, re-writing of my resume and sending out job applications.
I was fast asleep, out cold, when suddenly in my mind I saw a purer than white sleeve with an intricately embroidered, gold band at the edge of the sleeve; it was absolutely incredible, like nothing I had ever seen before. In the sleeve was a right hand and part of a forearm. The two lower fingers were curled in on the palm and the thumb held down those two curled-in fingers. The other two fingers were pointing out straight, as if one is making a gun with the hand, but lacking a trigger. The detail in the hand was as exquisite as the embroidery I just mentioned. The hand with the two fingers pointing out and the sleeve took up the entire view in my mind.
Now, the part I just related could easily be interpreted as a dream, and I'm willing to accept that it was. However what happened next is more real than I am sitting here typing this account.
I felt two hard and very distinct prods in my right shoulder. I jumped up with a start. I saw my wife talking with my daughter in the kitchen. And my (cell/mobile) phone rang.
My mind went back to what happened earlier in the day, and my first reaction was, "Nah! no way!"
I could still hear my phone ringing. Again, I picked it up, and sure enough it was ringing. I answered it and signaled my wife and daughter to "tone it down"; they were, as they were in the morning, having mother/daughter "arguments".
I turned my attention to the phone, spoke for a few minutes and thanked the caller.
I had been offered the job of my dreams. Of all the jobs I had applied for, I knew this one was the one for me. I was absolutely ecstatic.
But it doesn't end there.
I knew that prod. I knew it was my dad. I felt him there. The very next day I took time to watch a bit of TV. I had no sooner got up of the sofa-bed I was sitting on, turned on Foxtel went to turn 180 degrees to my left to get back to the sofa when I saw them... I had got through exactly 90 degrees of my turn.
A crowd of people, and I mean a crowd, twenty or more, standing there in the house, all enveloped in absolutely brilliant white light, and every one of them, except one, was dressed in the same white, gold-embroidered robe from my earlier "dream". They were waving. They were laughing, and they were very, very happy, for me. That was the feeling I experienced, not that they were happy, but that they were happy for me.
Being aware of what had actually happened I said aloud, "Thanks guys. Really." It took a split second and I completed my 180 turn. I turned back 90 degrees and they were gone.
Two things stood out. One of the people was not in the same clothing as the others, he was very tall and wore a hat. In front of the crowd was a young lad who looked perhaps 10 or 12. 12, and he had fiery red hair, a trait of my family from my father's side. I knew the lad but at the same time I didn't. I knew I had a connection to the boy, but my entire life experience does not allow me to know who he was. Odd. Being logical, I am not prone to things like this happening to me.
I told my mother of my entire experience. I mentioned the gold embroidery and the tall man who was dressed differently. She put her hand over mouth and made an exclamation. She told me that she had once 'seen' my father, but his mother was not with him. He told my mother that my grandmother had gone to 'get' my grandfather. My mother also told me that my father had said that my grandfather "was not ready to be in this place."
When I told my mother
of the prods I had got in the shoulder, she said, "Oh! I get that!"
Details of
location of experience and your activity at the time of experience:
Location and activity
at the time: Very odd circumstances, around 8am or so. I fell asleep on a spare
sofa-bed in the main rooms of the house the night before and woke up in the
morning to my wife and daughter talking in the kitchen, which is clearly visible
from where I had fallen asleep.
I woke up because I could have sworn I heard my mobile phone ringing, which has a very distinctive and very annoying sound. I chose it so that I knew for sure it was my phone that was ringing or not. I also have it turned up loud because I am deaf.
Like I said, I woke up because I could have sworn I heard my mobile phone ringing. It was not ringing. I told my wife that I thought my phone was ringing. I distinctly recall jumping up with a start, fumbling for my phone, which I kept by me, and I recall feeling a little confused that it was in fact, not ringing at all, despite my having heard it right inside my head. I am quite deaf so I know exactly what something inside my head sounds like.
I put it down to one of
those weird things in life. I later spent some heavy-duty concentration time on
adjusting my resume for specific job applications. The rest of the day is rather
vague and uneventful. I went back to the sofa-bed to relax and sleep at around
2:30-3pm.
Was this experience
difficult to express in words?
No
I am fully aware of
experiences that cannot be described in words. Our language is limited and the
receivers of our words must make assumptions about my meaning, For example, if I
say I am happy, the receiver relates my use of the word happy to their own
experience of the same word. They then infer their own experience upon my words
and attribute it to me. I do know what human communication entails :)
Did you hear the
deceased or hear something associated with the deceased?
Describe what you heard, how clearly you heard it and what was communicated:
During the midst
of my trials at being unemployed for the first time in my life, I had been
impatient to hear from prospective employers. One day I cursed and, again,
inside my head, this incredibly calm and powerful voice, whom I knew was my
father, said, "Patience, son". That is exactly what my father would have said.
It was as clear as a
bell. I had to almost pinch myself to make sure I was not on a different planet.
Did
the voice or sound seem to originate externally or outside of you, inside you,
or did you not hear a voice or sound, but had a sense of knowing what was
communicated?
The voice was, without a doubt, deep inside my head. It resonated. Heck, I'm
almost completely deaf, hey.
If
you heard a voice or sound, was it similar or dissimilar from the voice or sound
the deceased made when they were alive?
As I said, it was
exactly what I would expect my father to say.
Is
there any possibility what you heard was from any other source present in the
surroundings at the time of your experience?
No. As I said, I had to
almost pinch myself. I distinctly recall asking myself if I was lucid. I am
almost completely deaf and would not have heard anything except plates being
smashed in my immediate vicinity.
Was
there any possible impairment to your hearing at the time of the experience?
Hahaha. I am
deaf. In the last decade no sound has ever impinged on my reality like this
voice did. Not even my own thoughts.
Did you feel a
touch or experience any physical contact from the deceased?
Yes
I am 100% certain
that I was prodded twice in the right shoulder.
Was
the touch familiar or unfamiliar?
I already explained
this. I knew it was my father.
Was
anything communicated by the touch?
There was an urgency
about the prodding.
Is
there any possibility what you felt was from any other source present in the
surroundings at the time of your experience?
I could have been
dreaming, but this was real, and not a dream. Since as far back as I can
remember, my dreams always take place on a black background. In fact, I get
annoyed at TV shows making out that dreams are in full but fuzzy color on a
fuzzy, full-color background.
I was completely alone
in the house. My wife was working and my children were at school. There is
nothing that I am aware of that could have influenced my experience.
Did you see the
deceased?
Yes
I saw the hand, as
described, and with it there was a knowing. When I saw all the other people, I
knew many of them, though some I did not consciously recognize.
How
clearly did the deceased appear?
How solid is two good,
hard prods in the shoulder?
As for when I saw the
others, they were, without a doubt, 100% solid. however they appeared within an
arch of bright light and at some distance, despite the arch and these people
being right in front of me.
How
much of the deceased did you see?
The whole hand and
forearm of my father, with the gold-embroidered robe, took up the whole of my
mind. When I saw all the others waving at me, smiling and laughing as if they
had just played a really big joke me, I saw all of them, head to toe, but at a
distance.
Did
the deceased appear or not appear to be the age at which they died?
to be quite honest
with you, I have no idea how old they were but I got the impression that they
were all, each and every one of them, at their best.
I did mention this to
my mother, see above about talking this over with her. My mother was insistent
that my grandmother looked as if she was 23-27 and in her prime.
How
healthy did the deceased appear to be?
My father was as sick
as one might possibly ever get. He was the proverbial "old-banger" that fell
apart as it was driven down the street, whereupon the frustrated driver gets out
and walks off, leaving the old banger to fall apart on its own. My grandfather
had severe renal failure, compounded by being hit by a runaway underground coal
carrier, so I am told. Both my father and grandfather, whom I never met, had
exceedingly great physical limitations. Odd that you should ask such a question,
because I am 100% sure that the odd-one out in the crowd was my grandfather, and
he came across to me as being physically crooked in some way. Physically
crooked, that is.
Is
there any possibility what you saw was from any other source present in the
surroundings at the time of your experience?
Look, I was stressed
and fretting at not having a job. I saw my house being sold from under me and I
saw myself, my wife and my kids living in a caravan (trailer), for crying out
loud. Heck, someone with my skills and experience should have been snapped up in
a few days.
However that said,
there is nothing that any cognitive scientist on the planet could say or do to
convince me that my experience was not real. I mean, all of this was more real
than me sitting here right now telling you the story.
Did you smell a
distinct smell, scent, fragrance or odor associated with the deceased?
Yes
What
smell, scent, fragrance or odor did you smell?
Funny you should ask.
My mother was placed in an orphanage at a young age. Her father was, by my own
account, not by mother's account, an evil and abusive man.
For several days before
these events, I could smell, wait for it, wait for it... sterilized milk. The
smell of sterilized milk is the smell I associate with my mother's deceased
step-mother.
Was
the smell, scent, fragrance or odor familiar?
It went even further
than the scent of sterilized milk. A few months after all of these experiences
transpired I was lying in bed, not the sofa-bed mentioned above, but in a real
bed. The air was hot and thick. I was looking at the wall, wondering if I would
ever get to sleep in the heat and stickiness I was feeling. Suddenly a cool
breeze ran across both legs below the knee. I looked at the window because I was
100% certain that I had not opened it - it was cooler inside than out so it made
no sense to open the window. I had no sooner acknowledged to myself that the
window was closed when I smelled the distinct smell of a sickly-sweet perfume.
I sat up in bed and took a deep breath through my nose, mainly to check my own perceptions were still intact. I assure you I was 100% awake. And I could still smell this perfume. In one sense I knew who it was, and in another I suspected whom it might be, and in yet another sense I was unwilling to admit who it might be. The next morning I went down to the granny flat and asked my mother who it was that she knew might wear sickly-sweet, cheap perfume.
Of course, your guess is right. She said the name of the aunt whom I both knew and suspected as being the presence creating the breeze. There is nobody in my entire life experience, apart from that one aunt, who would be caught dead wearing cheap, sickly-sweet perfume.
Go figure.
Was
anything communicated by the smell?
Brilliant question. Now
that I think about it, yes. The end is not the end.
Please be aware that this aunt... oh, good grief, I just recalled another incident with this aunt... I was, what, 11? Approaching 12? I was a drummer in the Boy's Brigade. For no reason known to me at all, I woke up one morning, took the drums down off the top of my wardrobe and played the death march. I got to my grandmother's house with my father and my grandmother looked terrible. She asked my dad to send me out of the room but my dad, being my dad, told her if she had anything to say, it can be said in front of me. My aunt had died a few hours earlier.
God, I felt like shit.
Is
there any possibility that the smell, scent, fragrance or odor was from any
other source present in the surroundings at the time of your experience?
No. I was home
alone when these smells were occurring. My wife was at work and my kids were at
school.
How long did the
experience last?
This went on for
weeks, months. A blink by any other standard.
Was the beginning
and end of the experience gradual or more sudden?
It wasn't either
gradual or sudden. It was, funny enough, sort of expected. However if you push
me to pinpoint time, it was sudden, but still not unexpected.
Could you sense the
emotions or mood of the deceased?
Yes
Yes, I could. My
father was immensely calm. When he said, "Patience, son", it was as if time
stood still. It was weird, as if an eternal patience had impinged on my here and
now.
Did the deceased
give you information you did not previously know?
I did not
receive anything at all that did not relate to three distinct things... 1) my
here and now, 2) some odd sense of eternity and unfulfilled purpose, 3) that my
spiritual life is somewhere-near tuned toward some unknown eternal truth.
Odd, I reckon.
How do you
currently view the reality of your experience?
Experience was
definitely real
Please explain why you view the reality of your experience as real or not
real:
Look, I am down-to-earth, despite having said that, I know with 100% certainty
that my experience was real. You could line up all the psychiatrists and
psychologists on the planet and I would give every unbelieving one of them a
good run for their money, not with emotive stories but with water-tight logic.
I was once involved in a terrible motor vehicle collision that, surprisingly, did not take my life. Afterwards, I was speaking with a psychologist who had the gall to ask if my flashbacks to the incident were real or imagined. He was intent on knowing my knowing. I laughed and asked him if our present conversation was real.
I know the difference between real and unreal, and I know that not one person on this planet can ever experience my reality; you, and everyone else must make assumptions.
The point? I was questioning the psychologist's reality. I don't think he liked that. It was easier for him to terminate our "business relationship", than it was for him to answer my questions.
Funny that. I needed
help and he had a business relationship.
Was
the experience dream like in any way?
No
100%, as a fact,
unquestionably established, these events were real. More real than me typing out
a relation to them.
Describe in
detail your feelings/emotions during the experience:
Oh, hey, I was over the
moon. I had had received first hand knowledge that my suspicions and assumptions
were not wrong. How would you feel at getting such vindication?
Was there any
emotional healing in any way following the experience?
Uncertain
I marked this
question as uncertain because I knew beforehand that all of what I have written
is true. I just 'know. But on the other hand, I am actively questioning my
religious beliefs. This is a really tough one for me because the church I attend
espouses predestination. Predestination requires others to be damned to eternal
disconnection from God. I cannot honestly imagine a worse fate. Whilst I can
understand all of that, it is still too difficult for me to damn even my worst
enemy to such a fate.
Having said that, it is not my decision or my place to determine if anyone in particular should be so unfortunate.
In all honesty, when I
look at the question, "Was there any emotional healing in any way following the
experience?", the answer is no, there is only confirmation of my assumptions.
What was the best
and worst part of your experience?
The best part was all
of it. There was no bad part.
Has your life
changed specifically as a result of your experience?
Uncertain
Describe:
This is odd. I
knew this was true and yet I didn't really have the evidence before me to prove
it to myself. I am in the unfortunate position of having a stack of evidence on
one hand and doubts on the other.
Did you have
any changes of attitudes or beliefs following the experience?
Yes
as I said, I am actively questioning some beliefs. I
am not yet decided on these.
Did the experience
give you any spiritual understandings such as life, death, afterlife, God,
etc.?
No
not at all. I expected this, but was doubtful I might
be correct. I find it odd that 20+ years after my father's death, and given my
experiences, I am still seeking tangible proof beyond my own experience. I guess
I have to resign myself to the fact that, in this life at least, even the very
best evidence does not equate to truth. And that self-evident truths do not
require proof.
Death Compacts
are when two or more living people promise among themselves that whoever dies
first will try to contact the other(s). Have you ever made such a
compact?
Yes
Oh, God. My father
always said he would come back as a lizard. I see lizards, real ones,
everywhere, when I least expect them. However my oldest son once went to a
psychic and the psychic couldn't tell my son anything other than that there was
a freaking great lizard in the room.
Go figure, hey.
Did you observe or
hear anything regarding people or events during your experience that could be
verified later?
No
Apart from the fact that others were happy, all of
these events centered around me and my then situation.
What emotions did
you feel during the experience?
lol... truth is truth,
followed by personal vindication.
Have you ever
experienced anything like this?
Was the experience
witnessed or experienced by others?
Yes
I scrolled down and
saw you have a section for the experience itself. Good, because so far you only
have the preliminaries.
Something happened
immediately prior to the witnesses who were then when my mobile phone rang. I
will get to it in the later section.
Did you have any
sense of altered space or time?
Yes
Definitely. I think
I always have had, despite these experiences I am relating to you.
Did you have a
sense of knowing, special knowledge, universal order and/or purpose?
Yes
To be honest, I
think this has always been true. What I have now is evidence to base my
vindication on.
Did you become
aware of future events?
No
There have been
major some news events that I already "knew".
Did you have any
psychic, paranormal or other special gifts following the experience that you did
not have prior to the experience?
No
I think I had them
before, but they were dormant for at least two decades prior to these events.
Did you experience
a separation of your consciousness from your body?
No
That's a different
story.
Did you meet or see
any other beings other than the deceased?
Yes
See above.
Did you see a
light?
Yes
White surrounded the
hand and sleeve. White surrounded the crowd I saw.
Did any part of
your experience seem to occur in a place other than the location described
above?
Uncertain
Yes and no. The
image of the hand with two fingers ready to poke me was "in my head". The pokes
were in my reality; I felt them. The crowd of happy people were, at once, in my
reality, though a split second later when I turned back, they were not there.
When I saw the crowd, I was both here and there. I'm not so sure that makes
sense, but that's what it was.
Have you shared
this experience with others?
Yes
My wife took it in her stride. My mother was a bit shocked, but she can be
melodramatic at times.
Have you shared
this experience formally or informally with any other researcher or web site?
No
No, not at all.
Is there anything
else you would like to add regarding your experience?
Yes, I knew this to be
the truth.
Were there any
associated medications or substances with the potential to affect the
experience?
No
I have taken
medication to control anxiety for the last 12 years or more, due to a serious
motor vehicle collision. Given the reality of the experience and the length of
time I've been on the medication, and what it does for me (allows me to control
every-day anxiety) compared to how recent the experience was, I completely
discount the medication has having any role in this experience.
Following the
experience, have you had any other events in your life, medications or
substances which reproduced any part of the experience?
No
never.
Did you ever in
your life have a near-death experience, out of body experience or other
spiritual event?
Yes
I have had one OBE,
and one event I cannot put a label on, perhaps vision is an appropriate word.
The "vision" had a profound effect on my spiritual life.
Did the questions
asked and information you provided accurately and comprehensively describe your
experience?
Yes
I have told you the
truth as I know it. I have not tried to mislead you in any way that I am aware
of.
Please offer any suggestions you may have to improve this questionnaire. The responses page needs cleaning up. Black text instead of bright blue would be helpful. Crikey, hey, long survey.