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I had a deaf patient who told me he kept hearing beautiful music coming from 'up there',
pointing toward the ceiling during the week preceding his death.
(We were on the top floor. No one was on the roof. Just the sky above.)

I did a private duty 'in home care' for a retired physician who kept pointing toward an empty couch
a number of times during the week prior to his death.
He asked me on a number of occasions "Who is that woman? She looks like she's waiting for something."
I saw no one there. He told me what she looked like and I asked the family. They knew no one who resembled the woman.

I was doing the night shift 'in home' for a man who had made millions selling insurance.
We were alone in the house. Around 3 A.M. I heard the metal folding doors of a hall closet rattling.
I searched the house. All doors and windows were shut and locked. No one else was there but me and the patient.
The next morning his daughter came around 8 A.M. to take over. I told her about the noise.
She said "Oh, you heard our ghost." We went into the hall and looked at the folding doors on the closet.
They were wood. She said they used to be metal but kept sticking, so they replaced them with wood.
But the 'ghost' keeps rattling the old (no longer existing) metal doors.
After that night, the first thing I did when I came on duty each night was to walk through the house and turn on all the lights.
I never heard the 'ghost' again, and the patient died about 10 days later.

These are a few that stand out in my mind.

I think when you work with and around the dying, there are forces that you come in contact with, whether you know it or not.
Posted by left-of-center2012 | Thu Aug 16, 2018, 11:58 AM (1 replies)

Old man, look at yourself

In 1997 I was working as a nurse in a hospice in San Diego.

One patient was a man in his late 80's, a couple weeks away from dying of cancer.
His wife visited each day, but I never saw them interact other than a few short conversations.
She’d come in around 9 A.M. and stay to about 5 P.M.; sitting next to his bed, quietly reading a book.

The man, while alert, typically lay flat in his bed, his eyes closed, with what I viewed as him thinking “Just leave me alone and let me die. Don’t talk to me; don’t bother me. Just get out and let me die”.

I was in and out of the room throughout the day and spoke to both of them, trying to be friendly and supportive.
The man would briefly look at me but did not speak to me.
(I knew he could speak. I heard him briefly speak with his wife and doctor)

One day I was walking down the hallway when I heard my name, someone calling out to me.
I looked around and I saw this man sitting upright in his bed, calling me, and motioning for me to come to him.

I could see he had a smile on his face; looked happy and excited.
(His wife continued to quietly read her book)

He told me that during the previous night he awoke and found himself ‘floating’ near the ceiling of his room,
looking down at his body lying in bed. He said he then ‘floated’ back to his body.

A couple days later he told me he'd had another experience, where he awoke to find himself standing by the doorway to his room,
looking at his body lying in bed.

His experiences completely changed this man. He was now friendly, out going, talkative.
He even said he knew he was dying, and was curious what might be on the other side.

He died several days after his second 'out of body' experience.

I once read that these ‘out of body’ experiences among the dying is your soul/spirit making practice runs at leaving the deceased. When you die, your soul/spirit departs permanently for the afterlife.

Now, forgive me if this seems rude, but I don’t care if what I write here is believed or not.
I’m just telling about events this man told me happened to him.
Posted by left-of-center2012 | Thu Aug 16, 2018, 09:20 AM (8 replies)

Some years ago I met a man on a bus

I was seated in the back of an Albuquerque city bus, where there are two bench seats facing each other. Across from me was seated a man and woman, each about 45 years in age. (I was then about 66 years old)

The man said to me “Can I tell you something?” and I said “Sure”.

He said that he used to play in a small rock band in El Paso, Texas. Nothing fancy. It was more of a hobby. They played a couple local bars a few times each month. He would ride his motorcycle to the bar and home. They’d drink a few beers while they played, and during a break they’d go out back and smoke a joint of marijuana. That was their regular routine.

It rarely snows in El Paso, or at least not then. When he left to go home, he saw a “dusting” of snow on the street. Unseen was that the street under the snow was icy. A couple blocks from home, his motorcycle skidded, he fell off, and (not wearing a helmet) he hit his head on the concrete curb ... ending up in the hospital in a coma.

Fortunately he came out of the coma several days later with little damage.

He told me that while he was in the coma, his heart had stopped several times (so he was told).
He said he saw the bright light and tunnel people speak of. He said he was next in a large sports stadium, in the stands. At one end of the field was a beautiful bright glow, which he “knew” was God.

One by one peoples’ names were called out, and they approached ‘God’.
When his name was called, he was told it was not yet his time, and he then awoke from the coma.

He told me this with so much sincerity that I have to believe he experienced this.
I never saw the man before; haven’t seen him since.

Take of it what you will.
Posted by left-of-center2012 | Wed Aug 15, 2018, 09:59 AM (18 replies)
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