K-Spy,kampanaryo_spy wrote:
BELIEVE-IT-OR-NOT: THE SEAGULL VERSION!
didto kuno si jessie ga ingkud, puti an bado, haw sigen smile kaniya.
stories like this we normally take with a grain of salt. then this afternoon, i went to laiden to remit the contribution of some Seagulls for our "night" tomorrow, and to discuss the menu.
the first thing Laiden told me was, "Jessie visited me yesterday!"
Gahigdaay kuno siya nan hapon nan Domingo, between 2:30-3:00 PM. Pagtan-aw niya sa pertahan, didto si Jessie, gatindug, gakatawa.
Description ni Laiden nan attire ni Jessie: "Black pants, white t-shirt na V-neck na either Guitar or Violin."
Laiden said that Jessie just stood there, smiling at her. When she gathered enough resolve, she said: "Aduy uno taraw anhi?"
Then like a smoke, Jessie was gone!
Ayay balitaw... K-Spy, I once was a cynic and a skeptic but now a complete believer and here’s some reasons why:
June 18, 1999 NY time this was in our old house. Just after dinner, Sylvia and I were in my son’s room when I heard the phone rang. I held Karlo in my arms and together we went to pick up the phone. Before my hand touches the handset on the cradle, from the corner of my eye, I caught a silhouette of what appeared (to me) was a man walking pass the family room and dining room hallway. Presuming it was Luis, I didn’t bother to callout.
On the line was my brother-in-law, (June 19, 1999 AM PI time) saying that my sister just called from the hospital to say that Tatay had JUST died! “He can’t die†I argued, then script of Tatay and my last phone conversation unrolled in my head, "Ma, ayaw dakan pag uli kay malouy an Dios madayaw nasa ako. Desembre dakan kaw uli para mag iban kamo tanan… mag kita dakan kita pohon sa Desembre, malouy and Ginoo". There was silence. Then, ANEURYSM my brother-in-law said. I suffered a complete meltdown. I flopped myself on the floor, hug my knees and listened as my brother-in-law mustered enough courage to paint me sketchy details. Before I could hang up, I saw "the" shadow, silhouette again on the hallway. I called Sylvia but she was upstairs getting ready to give Alexa a bath. Then Luis walked in coming from the garage which was on the opposite side of the house with stuff in hands. I climbed to my feet; replaced the phone on the cradle as Karlo ran towards his father. Then in panic I screamed: He is here!!! He is here!!! Lu asked who is here? I bawled and told him the sad news. I didn’t sleep that night. As I pack, I paid close attention but no further apparition. My husband didn’t sleep either. He thought I was so distraught I was hallucinating. But I wasn’t… I knew what I saw. The next day, I left for PI.
Another vivid “paramdam†happened at the office in March 2007. I stood to retrieve a folder from my lateral filing cabinet when a whiff of durian scent overwhelmed me. That was the time when my mother’s remains were onboard a ship on its final journey home.
I used to get scared out of my wits. Why, one time I was alone in the basement tidying, it was about midnight when suddenly I smell fragrant lily. No, I didn’t burn scented candles. HUH!!!! I jumped over coffee table and chairs, zoomed tight corners, zipped the first set of stairs, second set of stairs and dove into bed nearly half killing my husband in his sleep and this...this... close to peeing in my pants. I was scared shitless, please pardon the expression.
After several chairs, tables, sharp corner (resulting in black and blue) collision it dawn on me - - - what are you doing? Aren’t you glad they come visit? Since then I welcome these phenomenas. Unexplained shadowy images that pass within periphery of my vision, silhouettes behind half-opened doors, faint smell of flowers (rosal in particular, this happen often), smell of LANA (banyos nan Berhin sa Manaoag), smell of invisible freshly extinguished candles wafts across the room and yes, the unmistakable pungent smell of Durian, my mother's favorite fruit. These used to petrify me, but not anymore. They soothe me now...in a blissful kind of way, I think of them as links to my dearly departed.
Am I going looney? Are these just pigment of my imagination? My friend Debbie says, I'm in no way imagining things but she's deep into Rosicrucian Enlightenment.
Have you? Any of you experience something similar?