Stories

Spirit of Grandfather
I might post stories to share how I have seen things my whole life. One of the earliest experiences was when my grandfather transitioned. I was 9 years old (I remember things from a younger age also. If any of my old friends see this, you may remember I was a bit of an odd child lol) The family went to the funeral home and all of the adults made a line up to the casket. I remember seeing my father cry for the first time as this was his father. I'm teary eyed now just remembering. grandpa used to play cards with me and say we were going to run away together and go on a dance show lol. I think he said it because it made my gramma laugh. Anyways, I saw everyone sad and tearful, so I turned to my grandpa, Nataluccio Magnatta (it means little Christmas) who was sitting next to me (his body was in the casket) and asked him: "Why are they crying grandpa?". He smiled and had a twinkle in his eye and said, "Because they think I'm gone". I said “Oh” and I realized no one else saw my grandpa still here like I did. Our loved ones never leave us, whether we can sense them or not, they are helping and advocating for us on the other side

A mothers love
One of the hardest times in my life was when I married very young, and it dissolved before my first child was born. I really thought he was my everything. This may show how spirit guides us, even with unpleasant situations, to be in the right place at the right time. When my son was very young after we tried to make it work and it didn't', we were living in a small town in the Midwest in the married housing on campus and after an argument I just went and jumped in my car to drive and cry and just go somewhere private to let it all out. I guess I wasn't paying attention to how fast I was going, and a police car came up behind me and flashed his lights. On top of my marriage falling apart, now this! So, I pulled over into a small strip mall. He came to the car, and I was already crying and told him I'm sorry. I was not paying attention because my husband just told me wanted a divorce. He let me go and told me good luck and he was sorry, which was nice. I was so shaken by now I decided to just walk around the strip mall and calm down before I got back in the road. Something told me to go into the Dollar General, so I did. I only had 4 dollars but thought I'd buy one thing because even in my terrible state I still hear spirit and listen, and it told me to go into this store. So, I walked in the store and went right to the toy section thinking I'd buy my son some little thing to surprise him. All the sudden I heard a voice: "please tell my mom I'm with her" There was only one other lady in the store, and she was behind the cash register. She had her head down. I spent a half hour just walking around the store just trying to figure out and get up the nerve to tell this lady what I heard. She kept her head down. I saw her reading something as I finally walked up to the register. I was still red eyed from crying and now I noticed she was crying. We were two souls experiencing our own kind of turmoil. I put the little kite for my son on the counter and had to tell her what I heard. I always trust spirit. I'm connected to the bright and healing side of spirit and always trust. So, putting my fears aside. I told the lady I was so sorry for saying this and I hope it makes sense, yet I heard a young voice say," Please tell my mom I'm with her". I'm usually apologetic when I have the urge to tell somebody something, yet it is like an itch you have to scratch..it's almost impossible not to say what I hear lol. She lifted her head up and her eyes were red and swollen and she broke down. She told me a story that 6 months ago her and her 17-year-old twin girls got a flat tire in a bridge about a mile away. When they got out a Mac truck came and hit their and killed one of the twins instantly in front of the mom and her twin. Her mom happened to be reading the daughters journal and that's why her head was down. A couple other things came through, yet I don't always remember but I do remember that she ran around to me and just grabbed me and hugged me and said "thank you thank you! I was asking for a sign when you showed up!" We were two strangers sobbing in each other's arms. It was still magical and a blessed experience. We both needed hugs. Spirit is amazing!

A grandmothers Love

Well, I guess I'm in a story mood tonight and would also love love to hear your stories, if you could post them on Facebook. This one may be shorter. I was at a local store picking up a few things for a birthday party. There was a cashier I had seen many times before, yet this time was different. I was going through the line and walking up to pay and looked up and saw a beautiful red-haired lady (in spirit) kind of floating behind this cashier. Spirit made it a point to make the hair move and flow, so I'd notice the red hair. I said to myself " no, just don't do it. Pay and walk away. Just pay and walk away". Yet now the lady started to sing. I couldn't understand the words but could hear the singing. I told myself again "Just go pay and go, look down" But as soon as I raised my head and locked eyes with the cashier, I just had to say something. So, I said meekly" uhm, I wanted to tell you something and I'm sorry if it sounds strange, yet I just have to tell you there is this gorgeous red headed older woman behind you and she's singing a song. She wants you to know she's singing for you: I braced myself for her to tell me I'm strange (yet Noone has ever done that) She got teary eyed and said her gramma was Cherokee Indian and raised her. Her grandmother had beautiful red hair and this cashier has been asking her grandmother to come to her because she cannot remember the words to the song that her grandmother sang in Cherokee! She was teary eyed and said "thank you. She must be with me! She heard me!" Spirit is wonderful.

Ancestors' spirits

I was blessed to visit Bovino Italy where my grandparents are from. We slept in the castle for two nights and there was so much energy I could not sleep. As I laid there suddenly it was as if someone turned on a spotlight in the room next to me and suddenly, I saw a line of people (in spirit) they were all dressed differently, a baker, a woman holding a kerchief she was embroidering, another one with a sack of potatoes and one with a basket of tomatoes. Each one walked up and put their hand in my shoulder and suddenly I knew these were some of my ancestors. Somehow, I recognized them! It was a beautiful experience. They were somehow introducing themselves and showing thanks that I was there. I have heard many Italians since so many left for America and other places, wait for their family to come back to them. One lady said all her friends had family come back for them, but she’s been waiting 50 years and finally a third cousin “came back for them”. Family is everything there. Anyways I fell fast asleep and got up in the morning to join the festival. See the man in this picture? It’s a cute story. I only knew him from Facebook and never imagined I would meet him as he lived two hours from Bovino. Well, here I was walking through a tunnel enjoying the celebration of Valleverde and suddenly I hear “A nuncio.. a face-a- booka.. A nuncio a face-a-book-a” lol. I looked and he just happened to come to this tiny mountain town (it’s over 2000 years old and you could feel the history) and here’s this man, Italo Russo, I only knew from a face book group! I love to cook, and he always commented on my cooking pictures telling me a better way to do things lol. I finally asked him where he learned to cook, and he said he doesn’t cook which made it kind of funny. We thought we might be related through mutual relatives yet couldn’t prove it. Anyways, It caught my attention because it echoes loud and sounded like my name. Omg! It was this sweet man from Facebook and in person he looked so much like my father (who is crossed over and I miss dearly) I ran up to him. this stranger and hugged him so tight and started sobbing, right there in front of his friends! Lol. They kind of backed up giving me space not knowing what was going on. I told him in Italian “you look like my father! You look like my uncles!!” I would look at him and hug him again crying lol. This man was laughing so hard his face turned red and he was hugging me back. We got pictures and I’m a sobbing hot mess and he’s laughing. I’ll have to find those. Anyways weeks later he wrote to me and said the sentiment and emotion I displayed meant so much to him and touched him Dearly and he needed the hug. I felt as if I got one last hug from my father somehow. He passed away not long after that and his daughter wrote and said he always talked about that hug in the tunnel and how it touched him. Spirit is wonderful!

The Lady in red
Good morning again. I have another little story about an experience I had while working with The Humboldt Area Paranormal Society. Mark and I were walking around an older building in Eureka California that had been reported as having some spirit activity. (I can’t remember the name of... oh wait! I just remembered it was the “Vance Hotel”)It had been converted to business offices. Anyways as we walked around (Mark was filming) I was drawn to a door with stairs going down to a kind of dusty old basement I guess you’d call it. Before I could step onto a little foyer and turn to go down the remaining stairs, suddenly I felt a choking sensation and felt pushed up against the wall. Suddenly I got a flash of this young woman in a bright red dress (I drew her afterwards) and a man with his hands around her neck (I felt he was prominent, somehow) and telling her she better not keep the baby because he’d make sure they both “disappeared”. After the choking sensation subsided, I stepped onto the little foyer area and turned left to go down the remaining stairs. This young lady tells me she went through a tunnel with her baby out to some boats at a dock to leave the area and sneak away from the man. So, she led me right up to a walk where I saw in my mind was the beginning of a tunnel. I think I said out loud that I must be wrong as there was no tunnel to be found. I must have just been picking up on the trauma left in the walls of that place or something? Anyways a while later we met with the owner, and I told her how this young lady (probably from the 1920’s I wasn’t sure how long ago) led me downstairs where there was supposed to be a tunnel but there was none so I must not be tuned in well. She said “Oh no, there IS a tunnel there! We had the entrance covered and built a wall. She also told me it used to be a brothel! I guess people used the tunnel during prohibition to sneak alcohol in from the docks. I wish I knew what ever happened to the sweet lady and her baby.

My dad

This next story is a very personal and life changing one for me. It was 1997. I was living back in Michigan at the time. It had been years since I sensed anyone who had crossed over. I know I had blocked it out (not an intentional thing) over the years as life gets busy and the general public didn't seem accepting, where I lived, it just didn't seem like I fit anywhere. Who knows what all the reasons were why I seemed to lose touch with those senses? A little back story. My father was a very intuitive and gifted soul. He was very sweet and soft spoken. He was my Italian grandmother's son (the grandmother who read my tea leaves and lit candles for her children) About a month before he passed away, my dad randomly came up to me and showed me a picture of his best friend, Andy, whom he grew up with and had tears in his eyes telling me he missed him and how tragic it was that he died young and left children behind. When I look back it was unusual for my dad to show this kind of emotion and be tearful and without me approaching him for conversation, him just walking and telling me something close to his heart. I always wondered if he sensed something about his own life at that time. He also told me he was planning to start an "Angel hotline"( i think my sister Diana was going to help) A kind of 1 800 number where lonely or struggling people could call in and get inspirational quotes each day. It kind of surprised me as he just seemed extra soft and open. He also wrote me a letter once explaining 12 angels he is connected to and any time he knew his children were struggling he would ask an angel to come help us. I wish I could find that letter now yet with a fire and flood we had, it seemed to get lost in all the shuffle and clean up. Anyways, some of the angels were called things like: Angel of wisdom, angel of comfort, angel of inspiration etc. ect. (Other stories can explain why I was in bad situations in the past and just felt protected suddenly or a warm feeling of " everything will be ok" would come over me.) So back to the main story. So, it was 1997 and during the last month of my father's life at three different times I had chest pain and almost passed out. I went to the hospital 2 of the times and they checked my heart and couldn't figure out why this was happening. So, during that time, I was at home giving one of my 2-year-old children a bath. My child kept moving their head to look behind me as if someone was standing behind me. They kept doing this and I guess I was a little paranoid and thought maybe someone was in the house? So, I drained the bathtub, wrapped them in a towel, picked them up and as I stood up holding them and turned around, I saw this beautiful soft yellow and white sparkly light. It was like a wall that stopped me in my tracks. I'm getting chills now just remembering the feeling. Suddenly I heard in my father's voice "Take care of mummy, everything will be ok"(He is the only one to call her Mummy). I was stunned because of a few things, one being I felt and heard my father and because I had not seen anyone who had crossed over for years. It's as if that sense was opened back up again in that traumatic kind if moment and it's never closed again. I ran to the phone and set my child on the couch next to me holding them close and picked up the phone (we had old fashioned phone back then) and called my mother. I felt something must have happened or maybe I was just seeing things? My mom didn't answer the first time, so I called again. This time she answered, and she knew it was me because of caller ID. She cried out "Oh Nancy! Oh Nancy, daddy and I were going for a walk around the block, and he never wants to go but today he did, and he fell. He fell and a neighbor called the ambulance, but they wouldn't let me near him. I just ran home to call the kids! OH, Nancy I think he's dead" I was stunned in a way I never had been and knew my mother must have been, even more so, as this was the love of her life. In a few mins another family member called me and said we're all meeting at the hospital to see if dad was ok, and I didn't say it, yet I already knew he had transitioned. This as the most traumatic thing that had ever happened to me. Out of this tragedy I vowed to never forget how I see and sense things and even though I was terrified of sharing my own voice, that is when I began to give free readings in AOL's chatroom to help others like my father wanted to do. It was also a way to keep him close; by staying open. Out of this tragedy came an experience where I rediscovered a certain ability and have been doing readings ever since, always focusing on the light and healing side of spirit. After my dad passed, my “heart” problems and dizziness went away. I can’t help but wonder if I was feeling my father's condition at the time (he passed from a heart attack) Thank you, dad, I feel you with me any time I connect with others and try and help

My mom

I hope this story can help you know your loved ones never leave you This story is about when my sweet mom was sick in the hospital, back in 2006. She was in Michigan where some of my siblings lived, and I was out in California. My brother called and said I should get there asap. It took me a couple of days to make it there and they say they don't know how she hung on so long, yet I was blessed she did. I remember walking into the room, and she was clearly looking like she was not aware of her surroundings, yet I felt otherwise. She was unresponsive, yet somehow, I could feel that she knew the familiar sounds of her children sitting around talking was comforting to her. I could just feel her soaking it up. I think it was the next day we went back and were spending time with her in the room. I walked up to her and whispered in her ear, "It's me mom, Nancy, I hope you know I'm here. I came to be with you mom." Suddenly her eyes came open and she turned her head towards me. I saw her mouth moved up and down three times and even though she wasn't saying any words and couldn't close her mouth, she moved her mouth three times and I just know she said, " I love you". then she closed her eyes. After everyone left, I stayed behind with her while . I just wanted a little time to say goodbyes, I guess. I knew my mom loved bubbles so purposely brought this little tiny bottle of bubbles and blew bubbles for her one last time. i told her I was blowing bubbles for her. Then I laid my head on her stomach just to get some last mama love and cuddles in. I told her funny stories and laughed and cried and just said all the things i wanted to say. I tried singing somewhere over the rainbow the best I could because she used to sing that when I was little. I gave her kisses and then left for the night. the next day I was sitting next to her holding her hand and I felt a kind of presence come down or move down upon me and I knew I had to move, I knew it was my dad scooting me out of the way so he could sit with her. I really sensed she would be leaving with him soon. It had been about 9 years since he transitioned and my mom never seemed the same since then, so I was comforted knowing she would be with my father again. at one point my younger sister and I told her (I know I had a lump in my throat) that it was ok to go mom, we will be ok. Somehow, I sensed she needed to hear that from my younger sister the "baby of the family". I went and sat in a chair that was facing her bed and whoever was sitting next to me (I can't remember) I said to them; "I think mom is going now, dad is here." not even a minute later the nurse came in and told us she was gone. I saw a beautiful rainbow shaped white light move up to the ceiling and I just knew it was my mom and dad together and they would be dancing again in heaven. My mom had always told me she missed dancing with my father and even told me a story that she would find dimes around randomly and knew it was my father. There was also a tree my siblings planted in her front yard in memory of my dad, and I remember one year it bloomed earlier than all the other trees and she was so happy when she told me about it. She had once said as we sat on the porch talking about memories of my dad that she will leave "pennies from heaven" for her loved ones as signs. Oh, I have to tell you another part of this. My mom loved the squirrels and birds, I remember a family of love birds made a nest on the back porch and she used to love feeding them and watching the babies. she also loved feeding the squirrels. It drove my dad a little nuts because the birds would start "coo-ing" about 4 am in the morning and would wake him up, yet she was so excited by them being there. Skip ahead a couple of days and were at my mom's celebration of life. People got up and said beautiful things and some of her friends were coming up to me crying and telling me stories. It was hard to feel sadness that day for some reason. I just really felt her and my dad there the way I saw my grandpa at his funeral. Anyways, I was sitting in a chair listening to my brother Kenny talk about my mom and I looked over and saw this squirrel hopping around on the windowsill, the weird thing is there was no tree there and were on the second floor! So how and why was he there? I just knew it was a sign from my mom. then suddenly as other people are crying and I wanted to cry I look up and see my parents dancing! they were in each other's arms, again, and I heard my mom say " Don't cry Nancy! We're dancing!" so I smiled and went back to listening to my brother and wanted to start to cry again and heard my mom say "Don't cry Nancy! We're dancing!" at that point I started laughing a bit. A family friend came over and she was kind of half smiling and asked me if I was ok. Maybe she thought I was breaking down or something lol. I whispered to her that I heard my mom say twice "Don't cry Nancy, were dancing!" I pointed up and said "see??" and she said "ohhhh ok" and that was that. So now when I find pennies anywhere, I go, I know it's my mom and dimes I know it's my dad. And I kid you not I can't tell you how many times when I am sitting outside in the backyard if I was thinking or talking about my mom a hummingbird has appeared! A few times even with all three cats out there one came and hovered about three feet from my face. Your loved ones are still with you, loving you. It's true.

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