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<blockquote data-quote="Wee" data-source="post: 76119" data-attributes="member: 4127"><p>It is the most indescribable feeling. Sometimes I will feel an overwhelming amount of energy that is fear, sometimes it can be very calm and peaceful, but the energy is always intense, yet different. </p><p>For some reason, with people in my family I know when someone is going to pass before it happens. I knew my grandfather was going to pass after my mom had simply told me "He has a touch of pneumonia, he will be fine" ...but I just knew he wouldn't be. I said my prayers, and asked God to take him quickly, he has suffered long enough....and He did. He passed very quickly in his own home, beside my grandmother. I went to their house after it happened, and he was still laying in the floor with an intubation tube in his mouth, which I could barely stand the sight of. The presence in the room was thick, and with worry. I think my grandfather stayed behind awhile to keep an eye on my grandmother because his passing was so quick. </p><p></p><p>Our family dog, Smokey, who lived well past his 10 year pug life, was becoming ill. (A dog that never has run away) he escaped the house around Christmas time at 13 years old. He has breathing problems, he's old, and it was snowing. We thought he was dead or someone picked him up. We called the shelter everyday, and they called us back on the last day they were going to hold him. We got him back. His health seemed to peak, which we found odd. He was jumping, running, and genuinely happy to be home. A month later he started getting sick again. His energy was declining, and he seemed to have trouble breathing. I knew he didn't have much longer, but my mom was/is so attached to him, she struggled with putting him down, and did not want to make that decision (despite the fact we both have been in health care a long time, it is still never easy when it is your family to make that kind of decision). </p><p></p><p>The next day I came home from working, and the little pug figurine we had to honor our dog had been pulled from the mantle and sat on the table. No one had been home all day...so I was puzzled by this. I was going to reach for it when it randomly flew off the table onto the floor...I looked at smokey, and knew he was going to not be with us tomorrow. I put the little pug figurine back on the mantle. </p><p></p><p>The next morning, I told mom she needed to take him to the vet and to be prepared for anything. I kissed him and hugged him goodbye. I just knew he wouldn't be coming home. I got a call from my very tearful and heartbroken mother that smokey had passed in her arms while waiting in the examination room at the vet. He put his little paw on her arm, his breathing slowed down as she held him, he lifted his head on her hand, and he passed. He made the decision for her, and was right where he wanted to be the last day of his life. He knew. I knew. The house that evening was charged with energy. I felt a charge of a happy aura. When we were eating dinner, my mom and I heard what sounded like smokey snorting (he is a pug, he snorts) near the table. I think it was his way of letting us know he was okay.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Wee, post: 76119, member: 4127"] It is the most indescribable feeling. Sometimes I will feel an overwhelming amount of energy that is fear, sometimes it can be very calm and peaceful, but the energy is always intense, yet different. For some reason, with people in my family I know when someone is going to pass before it happens. I knew my grandfather was going to pass after my mom had simply told me "He has a touch of pneumonia, he will be fine" ...but I just knew he wouldn't be. I said my prayers, and asked God to take him quickly, he has suffered long enough....and He did. He passed very quickly in his own home, beside my grandmother. I went to their house after it happened, and he was still laying in the floor with an intubation tube in his mouth, which I could barely stand the sight of. The presence in the room was thick, and with worry. I think my grandfather stayed behind awhile to keep an eye on my grandmother because his passing was so quick. Our family dog, Smokey, who lived well past his 10 year pug life, was becoming ill. (A dog that never has run away) he escaped the house around Christmas time at 13 years old. He has breathing problems, he's old, and it was snowing. We thought he was dead or someone picked him up. We called the shelter everyday, and they called us back on the last day they were going to hold him. We got him back. His health seemed to peak, which we found odd. He was jumping, running, and genuinely happy to be home. A month later he started getting sick again. His energy was declining, and he seemed to have trouble breathing. I knew he didn't have much longer, but my mom was/is so attached to him, she struggled with putting him down, and did not want to make that decision (despite the fact we both have been in health care a long time, it is still never easy when it is your family to make that kind of decision). The next day I came home from working, and the little pug figurine we had to honor our dog had been pulled from the mantle and sat on the table. No one had been home all day...so I was puzzled by this. I was going to reach for it when it randomly flew off the table onto the floor...I looked at smokey, and knew he was going to not be with us tomorrow. I put the little pug figurine back on the mantle. The next morning, I told mom she needed to take him to the vet and to be prepared for anything. I kissed him and hugged him goodbye. I just knew he wouldn't be coming home. I got a call from my very tearful and heartbroken mother that smokey had passed in her arms while waiting in the examination room at the vet. He put his little paw on her arm, his breathing slowed down as she held him, he lifted his head on her hand, and he passed. He made the decision for her, and was right where he wanted to be the last day of his life. He knew. I knew. The house that evening was charged with energy. I felt a charge of a happy aura. When we were eating dinner, my mom and I heard what sounded like smokey snorting (he is a pug, he snorts) near the table. I think it was his way of letting us know he was okay. [/QUOTE]
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