Seeing Dead People at Funerals

It was in my 20s that I started having to attend funerals and viewings.  That whole death circus thing we do in western society is so odd to me and was to me then.  Well, actually then it was more creepy and morbid and horrendously sad.  Now it's odd.  The first dead person I saw attending his own funeral was a very much loved and respected member of the church family.  Stand-up kind of man, great dad, loving hubby, someone everyone liked and respected.  He died from a terminal illness in middle age, really a hard kind of a loss for family and friends alike because of his dynamic personality and charm.

The viewing was difficult enough.  Emotional energies were off the chart, as was to be expected, and the snarky gossipy stuff going on in people's heads was too!  That's another story for another time, trust me, it's a hoot!  Back to the viewing.  I kept thinking I was seeing a human shape moving through the room, but, being in such a situation, it's really difficult to turn to another person in the line to ask, "Hey, did you just see that dead person moving around the room? Or, was I just imagining things?"  Granted it would probably be the topic of conversation for a while outside the funeral home, but, definitely not the type of thing one says in "polite company" at a viewing.  Long story short, I felt cold breezes in the room, and was really beginning to believe that I was seeing someone moving about like they were visiting with the mourners and the family.   Because the hour was late I paid my respects and left, not wanting to stay longer so I could avoid my inevitable question about the "phantom" I kept seeing to some poor unsuspecting person at the funeral home.

At the funeral the next day, held in the funeral home, there was a very large crowd of people, occupying all the folding chairs and standing respectfully around the room.  The family entered and took their places at the front of the room nearest the casket.  The church organist played beautiful music this man loved in life, his family spoke of his life and their love for him, and, then it happened - the dearly departed walked through the door to the room where the service was being conducted, walked straight down the aisle, kissed his wife on the top of her head, hugged his daughter, patted his sons on their backs, walked over to the casket to stare at his own corpse, shook his head at that sight, turned walked back up the aisle, waved hello to me because I could see him, then left the room and faded away into nothingness.  Just walked out and faded away.  Snap! Just like that!  He paid his farewells to his family and left "POOF!"


It was weird, wonderful, confusing, and fascinating all in one breath.  The first time I had seen a dead person that I knew personally since my sister died all those years before.  Proof positive to me that "we" exist after the demise of the skin suit we put on every day and proof positive that those who die are "whole" the moment after their deaths because this man had been quite ill before he past and the spirit that walked into that room was healthy, robust and full of love and zest for his next role.

Seeing dead people at funerals doesn't always happen for me, but, when it does, it usually teaches me something or provides me with messages about life after death that I needed to learn for my existence in my own skin suit. 

I have more stories about dead people at funerals.  I'll share them with you eventually.  But, for now, this is the most important one.  The very first of many dead people out of the casket and walking around among the living before the funeral ever started.

Tearing down walls

Last time we met was Christmas - what a hoot that season is.  Before that, I was a teenager who had successfully wished away her gifts, or so she thought.  Not so much.  When my first husband and I started attending the local Presbyterian church, I met a young gal who could talk in her head too... and no one else knew about it much at all.  Granted she was a few years younger than me, but, we hit it off quite well, despite her mother's fear that I was some kind of weirdo stalker chick out to hurt her kid.  It was far from that.  We really understood one another and the things that were going on energetically around us.  That was such a great thing for the both of us then, and, it continues to be to this very day.  Odd ducks sometimes do gravitate toward one another - not that she's weird or odd, just that she is energetically tuned in when so many around us are not. 

Well, it was because of this young woman I had to learn how to access my gifts again.  Really ticked me off having to do that too!  She would sit and think about talking to me and I would hear her, clear as a bell, calling my name out loud.  Look around, no one there, no one talking to me.   CRAP!  Call her on the phone, "Were you thinking of calling?"  "Yes."  "Cut it out! I hear you calling my name."  She'd just laugh and tell me I was supposed to be able to hear her and to get my head out of my butt and do what I was supposed to do naturally.  And so, through our years of friendship, especially the early ones, she would think of something she wanted to talk about, I'd hear my name being called, or she would come to mind, and the phone calls would start flying back and forth till we caught up with one another and had time to sit down for a long talk.  (Yes, this was in the days waaaaay before cell phones.  We actually had to use landline phones that dialed when you wanted to place a call.)

Once the walls I had built up as a teenager started to come down, all the noise, the chatter, the emotions, etc that I had pushed away came back into my "realm of existence" with a vengenance.  Twenty-four hours a day, non-stop for the longest time.  Reconnecting to the "ethers" wasn't pleasant, but, it did teach me that I was supposed to learn to control what I was "gifted" with and to use it in the best interest of others.  I began devouring books by every medium, psychic, clairvoyant and mystic I could get my hands on.  Jeanne Dixon, Cayce, et al. were people I learned a great deal about.  I read about the Girl with the Blue Eyes, Atlantis, and all other forms of what has been referred to as "New Age" wisdom.  I accepted that I was not alone in hearing things that no one else heard.  What was puzzling was how to control it.  None of the books I was reading then gave that kind of clarity to the process.  That took time and patience... two things a twenty-something didn't want to take.

Merry Christmas, Bah Humbug!

Okay, the intermittent blogger is back making statements about her "gifts" at this the time of gift giving.  Would you like to know what's so funny about holiday shopping?  Everything in people's minds and their subsequent behavior.  When I need a really good laugh this time of year, I take an hour and go to a store where folks are madly dashing about shopping for people on their gift lists and just open the door to my "other ears" the most minute of cracks and listen to what's being broadcast into the "ethers" by those dear folks.  "Let's see, when I get this crap done here, I get to run to Target and see if they still have any of those (insert whatever you choose here), then, let's see, OH CRAP! @%#&$$@#!! Where did the kid get off to now!  CRAP!  Get over here!  I don't have time for this stuff of yours!"  And, all the while this person is smiling and telling everyone he/she meets that this is their favorite time of year.  Yep, sure sounds like it.  To add to the interesting nature of the season, the energies being shunted off into the atmosphere by folks is astoundingly weird too!   Sadness, misery, dismay, despair, greed, avarice, hesitancy, unworthiness to receive or give gifts...  all of it is being broadcast into the air, and, what's sad to me, is that very few folks notice any of it ~ even those who are doing it!  This time of year, my soul hears and feels all of the "Merry Christmas! Bah Humbug!" that is out there and wishes it could help people understand that what is in their minds is also in their hearts and is being shown more clearly than their actions much of the time.

You want to know who I love being around at this time of year ~ carolers and kids.  There is usually more than enough joy, happiness, wonderment, pleasantness, sincerity of thought and purity of heart to go around when those 2 groups are around.  They fill the atmosphere with so much positivity and make me feel their boyant spirits even when my "other ears" are closed tight.  I miss living in a time and place when carolers were more the norm than not.  My ability to carry a tune by myself is limited, but, I'm going out tomorrow and be a flash mob of one and sing carols to lighten the mood in the world.  Bellefontaine, Ohio beware!  This is not an idle threat!  It's a real threat...  I'm gonna sing in at least 1 or 2 unusual places all by myself tomorrow just because I'm happy, content and really thrilled to be around this year!  Sixty years old and 54 of them psychic.  Unbelievable that is has been that long since I gained knowledge of this gift and how to use.  I'm glad for it this time of year, because it can help me entertain myself when I get down...  sorry folks, but, it's true...  there are those of us out there that are funny because of the dichotomy of their words and thoughts.


Have met a lot of folks lately who don't realize how psychic or "intuitive" they really are.  They are really the joy in my Christmas season this year.  When I tell them they are just like me, they tell me there can be no way that is possible till I point out to them where and how they are using their "gifts" as well.  YAY!  I'm not the only one like me out there.  There are so many "gifted" kids growing up behind me knowing they have a gift.  Merry Christmas! no bah humbug!  How cool is that!  Knowing they are gifted with an intuition that it is okay to use.  How wonderful for them!  How difficult for them as well, but, with love and support from family and friends they will be less of an oddity than I feel like at times. 


So, to the psychic ones out there besides me, Merry Christmas!  To the rest who think and feel one thing and say and do another, Bah Humbug!  Lighten up, let go of pretense and just be...   or go people watching and have a good laugh instead of fretting over gifts and wrapping paper.