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Bob_Crowley
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Bit of an aside regarding the same family ie. Aunt Mary.I think I had a bit of a vision or dream of her when I was a kid. Not being Catholic at the time (that was years away), it didn’t make much sense. She did say something, but it was such a long time ago I can’t remember much about it.
I do remember one strange incident when one my aunts died. I only found out later she was a very staunch Catholic. Anyway we went to her home where her husband and kids were there. Unknown to me she was lying in state on the bed as the ambulance hadn’t come (she’d simply dropped dead from a heart attack, as she’d had glandular fever when she was younger). She was only about 30 and the kids were very young.
Anyway I wandered into the bedroom, saw her there and went out to my parents, “Aunt Mary’s in there!” I was hushed up, and I think they were embarassed when they realised I’d been in the room.
Anyway the time came to go home, and this is where it got strange. I was about to get into the car, when “Aunt Mary” wandered out on the small front landing. She looked daggers at my father, who looked at me. His face was utterly demonic. Her face was accusing at him. Then she looked at me, and her face was, well, judgemental. It was a rather frightening experience for a six year old kid. Then she seemed to go inside, not normally the action of a dead person. My father then snarled at me, “Get in the car!” So I did.
I didn’t know who to talk to. I couldn’t’ talk to my father as that would have been a complete waste of time, and my mother hadn’t seen it, so I was left high and dry with this peculiar experience, which would no doubt have been written off as a kid’s imagination. I had no knowledge at that time of her every strong Catholicism, and it was years before I found out.
But I wonder about the connection between the fact she was a staunch Catholic, her name was Mary, and the later brief dream or vision. Add to the that the business of my father appearing in my room the night he died (about 20 years later), along with his final departing scream, and a few other experiences along the line, and well, it gets a bit bewildering at times. I wonder what’s it all pointing at.
But as for anything like Fatima, nothing like it. Not even a scent of roses as far as I can remember.
To set the scene, the person who told me my own father had died was the above Aunt Mary’s husband, my mother’s brother (my uncle). By this time he’d recently remarried, but he died himself later the same year from cancer.
He turned up four days after my father’s appearance in my room, as it took four days for his body to be discovered.
To get on with it - about four years ago I was debating with atheists on a google groups site on NDE’s (Near Death Experiences). As usual I was getting nowhere (ever tried arguing with atheists?), so I prayed I might meet someone who had an NDE.
About two or three days after that, I met a bloke from Eventide Nursing Home at Brighton (which happens to be the suburb where the above family took root) when I went there to pick him up as a booked Maxi Taxi job. Incidentally he didn’t want a Maxi, just an ordinary cab. The job was preserved for me by a system glitch or operator error, or I’d never have got it. We’d only been going a few minutes when he suddenly remarked that he was one of those rare people, and that he’d been technically dead for ten minutes after an operation. So I go tmy NDE request answered.
But not only was my request for an NDE person granted, but it turned out he went to the same high school as the eldest son of the above Uncle and “Aunt Mary”. So even when I simply asked to meet an NDE, there was still this peculiar connection with that family.
Someone’s been pulling strings up there for some reason. I’m still not sure why, or where it’s going to lead, but there’s just been too many very unlikely co-incidences in regard to this spiritual stuff.