Feelings About Death

Carol RoachStarred Page By Carol Roach, 9th Jun 2015 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/3l76y6zl/
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I started getting feelings about death in my 20s. It started when I had a feeling that my grandmother was about to die.

Introduction

I can trace my first feelings of death back to the death of my grandmother. My grandmother visited me the night before she died. She said she just had to see me that night. She had called my house all evening and I wasn't home. I had gone to the movies with my then 3-year-old son. She called several times while I was not home and was not satisfied until she came by and finally saw me in person.

My Grandmother's death

The next morning my aunt called her several times, but Bob, her husband, said that she was still sleeping. She had asked for a cup of tea, which he made for her early in the morning and then she drifted off to sleep. By 11 am my aunt got worried. It wasn't like my grandmother to sleep that long. She was an early riser.

My aunt called me to come over. She lived just upstairs from me. We were sitting in her kitchen and wondering what was happening. My aunt was waiting for Bob to call back. Out of the blue I said,

"Maybe she is dead."

"Why would you say that", my aunt demanded to know.

I really didn't know. Sure enough the call came; my grandmother was dead.

The man in the hospital bed

About a year after my grandmother died, Bob suffered a stroke and was admitted to the hospital. The family went to visit. He was in a ward with three other men. The man in the next bed was around 50 years old. I took one look at the man and said to Bob,
"That man is going to die."

Bob assured me that the man was the healthiest of the lot. He was going to be discharged in a few days.

When we returned to the hospital on a subsequent visit, I didn't see the man so I asked Bob if he had already been discharged. Bob told me that the man died in the middle of the night. A massive heart attack had claimed his life.

For years afterward, I did not get any more feelings about death. Then these feelings resurfaced. However, they took on a very different materialization.

Prozac was not the answer

I was in university when I started to feel death all around me. It was at the point that these thoughts or feelings of death were consuming me. I went to the doctor and got a month’s supply of Prozac. It seemed to work. I was thinking normally again. Just prior to getting better, I had heard that a friend of a friend had died. I did not pay any mind to it. What would one thing have to do with the other?

A few years later it happened again. I again went to the doctor for a month supply of Prozac. Just as before, I had heard of a person I know dying. And just as before, once I heard the news about the death, the feelings of death disappeared. By now I no longer felt that I was going crazy and these feelings have no consequence.

The last time I got the overwhelming feeling of death, I did not run to the doctor for help. I knew that it had to play itself out. First, I heard that the next-door neighbour had lost her son in a car accident. I was not close to this neighbour. Actually, we didn't like each other but I felt that hearing about her tragedy would be the end of the feelings. It was not.

About a week later, I was told the neighbour down the street had died. I had been to his house before for tea with him and his wife. I thought the feelings would end now. I was closer to this man. But they did not. They continued to torment me. Still, I was determined that I did not need medication. My feelings were my feelings and the situation had to play itself out.

About three weeks later, I was visiting yet another neighbour, one that I was much closer to. She had a handicapped son who was institutionalized part of the time and home the rest. When I didn't see him at the house I asked about him. My neighbour seemed surprised. She thought I already knew that her son had died three weeks earlier. He died in the arms of his father.
Atlas, the death that I needed to hear about! As soon as I heard those words, the feelings lifted from my shoulders, I was back to my old self again.

After that experience with the neighbour there was still another to come. This time it concerned a really close friend of mine. His wife was ill with lung problems and everyone was concerned about her. The couple were in their sixties. For whatever reason, I just kept feeling that the husband was the one that was going to die; despite the fact that he was healthy and the primary caregiver for his wife. I had this feeling for almost a year!

Sure enough the husband passed away first. Reggie had a massive stroke and was dead on arrival to the hospital. Sylvia his wife, died three weeks later.[/b

Why did I not know about Sylvia's impending death? That question is easily explained. Since the death of my grandmother, I only get feelings about men - never about woman. I found that out through some other incidences that had happened to me.

Thus I wrote this article 10 years ago, the feelings of impending death have crossed over to women and men. I know that I am an empath a person who can tune into other people's feelings and feel them as well. There are other abilities people told me that I have, but I can't remember the words, only empath stuck with me. I will talke about these other abilities in the articles yet to come.


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Retired therapist and author of two books, freelance writer, newsletter editor, and blogger. I write, health, mental health, women's issues, animal , celebrity, history, and SEO articles.

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author avatar Sivaramakrishnan A
10th Jun 2015 (#)

Fascinating Carol, thanks for this share. I read about one who prayed for long suffering persons to pass on and it seemed to happen shortly after the prayers - siva

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author avatar spirited
10th Jun 2015 (#)

Yes, as siva said, fascinating Carol.

I don't think that I would like to get those feelings at all.

I hesitate to say this, but I wonder if you will see your own death one day too. Maybe not though, maybe it's only about other people.

When we see our own death in a dream it often means something else.

I once saw a tombstone in my dream with my own name on it.

The birthdate was right of course, but the death date was still in the future.

I was only nineteen at the time. I told my little bother who worried about it endlessly.

It actually didn't refer to my physical death though, when the time came around, it meant that I had left home by then.

I actually forgot all about it myself, it only twigged, when I re-read my dream years later and realised this as happening on that same date as in my dream.

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author avatar Carol Roach
10th Jun 2015 (#)

yes death in dreams means a new birth and that is what happened to you a new life, you left home,.

I am talking about feelings here, and I get the feeling for years I will have dementia then die.

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author avatar Tranquilpen
10th Jun 2015 (#)

Your interpretation of death in dreams usually being the opposite, is completely right! Your "feelings" about someones imminent death are very firmly grounded the world over, (clairvoyance) I too have been living with and in the shadow of foreboding ('seeing" tomorrow) It is a very wonderful gift from our creator, embrace it.

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author avatar Lady Aiyanna
10th Jun 2015 (#)

I would never talk of my experiences and knowing who is going to and when transcend into a different form.
None the less, I get visions of passing and it always is a reality although I cannot discuss the intricates of it that I already know.

None the less, the Angels always know the way and I never doubt them. I trust them all the way. I have been saved by them many a times. They never let me down and I thank them for keeping my family safe. I family knows who they are.

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author avatar Lady Aiyanna
10th Jun 2015 (#)

When my father was passing I saw him lying in state in a coffin 2-3 days to a week prior to it happened. I never told anybody of it but when I took that dreaded call and flew down for his funeral from Singapore, the setting was exactly the way it was in the dream and even the suit and the flowers were the same.

I later told my mum the whole death scene and she shook her head in horror and then finally told me it was true. Only took charge of everything as the head of the family. I am the head of my family and I take care of ALL the way I am just like my father did plus take care of my own offspring. I keep all out of harms way.

Oh yes, saying a person is going to die isn't the prediction but knowing the truth of why death is visiting is the way it done.

I pulled my family to safety behind the cloak of invisibility of the Archangel to rid off the generation curse that has been officiated.

I never say it so coldly but I know when it is time for souls to come home and when to say my goodbyes to them in person but I am never the killer to them although there are some I pray for forgiveness for.....

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author avatar Butterfly38
10th Jun 2015 (#)

Well written and thank you for reassuring me I am not crazy too. When my granddad was ill in hospital with cancer, my mum had gone to visit him, and I just seemed to know he had died before I was told.
I had been visiting my boyfriend, and the room suddenly turned freezing even though the fire was on. I then felt a deep gloomy atmosphere around me, followed by hearing three knocks on the door, of which I opened and no one was there.

I had a strong feeling my granddad had died, I was very close to my grandparents. Suddenly I got the strong feeling I needed to go home because something was very wrong. Sure enough when I got home, my mum looked really sad and said she had some sad news. I told her I knew and that he had died before I was told.

A lot of incidents similar to this happened when my gran and stepdad died, my stepgrandad died and also when my husband once did not come home and was found in the sea.

Positively these premonitions as I was told they are called, saved my husbands life, as my deep intuition told me something had happened and I was able to call for help. He thanked me for that, but that was the most scariest one I had.

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author avatar Kingwell
14th Jun 2015 (#)

Good share Carol and yes such things do happen. I think we are all connected and some of us are able to pick up when others are about to pass over. Blessings.

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