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Hi all this is a repost from r/spirituality.
Right before my father died, I was sitting at his bedside and touching his leg. A feeling of pure joy came over me. It was a feeling that I had never felt before. It was a feeling of joy with out any reservations, devoid of fear, anger and sadness. I can not compare it to any feeling of happiness in my entire life. Getting married, my daughters birth. Nothing. It was perfect.
I was waiting for the doctor to come to tell me about how much time he had left. The doctor came and told me death could come in hours or days. I told the doctor that I couldn’t understand it why I am sitting here with my dad and a feeling of joy came over me. The doctors face changed. I looked at him and said, should I go get my mom? He said yes, go get your mom. But I want you to understand that he may not be here when you get back.
So I left and got my mom. When we got back, dad was gone. The nurses said he started struggling to breath and the alarms went off as soon as I left. Mom wanted to see dad and we stayed with him and we mourned over him for a few hours. All this time this feeling of joy stayed with me. I felt the pain, but this feeling of joy was also with me.
This was the most beautiful experience of my life.
It was traumatizing for me to see my dad like that. Every time I saw his face in death after that I would see in my minds eye his alive face smiling at me. I swear every time I would break down crying I would see his arms around me.
A few weeks after he died I started to get dizzy. I was very puzzled by it. I even got an mri but they could find nothing wrong. It wasn’t a I want to fall down dizzy just a swirling feeling in my head. There was a day a few months after his death I randomly met a woman who said she was sensitive. She told me as soon as I mentioned my dad that he came to her and was waving at her and that in the spirit world this means thank you.
She sat down with me for a moment and looked at me and said he is with you now. That dizzy feeling came on but to be honest I wasn’t sure if she was full of shit, but of course i wanted to believe and I wanted to be polite. So I just smiled and accepted what she said.
A few months after that I was sitting home alone quiet and a song came on that reminded me of my dad and I started to cry. Ever so gently I felt a gentle breeze come over me and settle on top of me and that dizzy feeling come over me. I finally connected that dizzy feeling with my dads presence. Ever since then when someone I know dies, they come to me. Every spirit feels different but they are all the same in that I feel them in a slightly different part of my head with varying levels of that swirling feeling in my head.
My mom just passed and she comes to me frequently. Sometimes mom and dad come to me at the same time. It is such a comforting feeling.
Does anyone understand how my fathers death made me sensitive? Is there anything I can do to be able to understand this better? Is there a name for this experience?