Having a sixth sense without knowing it

Taking into consideration that Halloween is fast approaching, I figured that this would be the perfect time to write this. Although many people will think that this is just another made up story to scare people to go with the holiday, this has nothing to do with wanting to scare people or anything like that. Freaking people out or trying to scare them is not my intention.

What do you do when you feel like something just isn't right? Usually, you try to pin point exactly what it is that doesn't seem right, and go from there. If you can't figure it out, you try to push it to the back of your mind for later, and then something will trigger that urge and you know exactly what it was that was bugging you.

Then there are feelings, or even dreams, that you have that something is going to happen. Like you can see the future, but you don't know when it is going to happen. It is the feeling that you can tell the future and not even know that you are seeing the future until you have one of those deja vu feelings later on and you try to figure out why you are feeling the deja vu. I will admit, I have had many deja vu moments in my lifetime, and try to make sense of them when I realize what is going on. It isn't one of those here and there deja vu kind of things, it has happened many times in my lifetime, and seems to occur more frequently over the last 4 or 5 years.

Some people just know when someone they love has passed away without even being told. Sometimes it happens right when the person passes, or within a couple of hours of it happening. It is a feeling of knowing something has happened to someone, but not sure exactly what happened to what person.

Shortly after my son came home from the NICU from being born 11 weeks early and being a twinless twin, my aunt passed away after having medical related problems after a broken hip. She wound up getting a staph infection and had to be on strong antibiotics to treat the infection that she acquired from what I think she got at the hospital. She had health issues for as long back as I can remember, and she tried to correct some of them with what she needed to do, but eventually it went back to how it was before. A month after her death and her cremation, I flew from Colorado Springs to Southern California for her memorial service that my mother and grandmother had arranged, and just about the whole family was there for it. During that few days that I was in California, I was able to see my dog for the first time since I moved to Colorado the previous October. My mom had warned me that one of her front paws had doubled, if not tripled, in size with cancer that we thought was completely gone a few years before when I found a lump on her belly. In the end, the day that I flew back to Colorado seemed to come too soon. While I was sitting in one of the many bars in Denver International Airport, smoking a cigarette, I got this overwhelming sense and started crying right then and there for no reason. It was around noon that day, and I still had a few minutes before my place to Colorado Springs was to start boarding. I finished the soda I had ordered, and went to the restroom before I boarded the plane for the last half hour or so of my trip back from California. The moment I was able to, I called my mom and asked her if she had put our dog down at about noon. When she said that she did, I told her about the incident at the airport at the same exact time, and she was astonished at what I told her.

It is almost like I knew the exact moment that my family dog had been put down because she was too weak from her cancer to even walk after I left. Also, I believe that she was ready to go. Its like she had known that I was coming that one weekend, and that she had said her last goodbye's to me as if she knew that was the last time she would see me. I am glad that I was able to see her one last time, that in the moment that she had passed, her soul found me and let me know in her way that she was at peace finally. It also felt like she was saying thank you to me for finding the original tumor that she had removed that came back positive for cancer.

Many people will say that they have been somewhere and have heard a loved ones voice and that person wasn't there. I have had this exact thing happen to me, and it has happened more often in the last 4 1/2 years from many different family members.

Five days before I delivered my twin boys by emergency c-section, I found out that one of my boys had passed away in-utero. Although they were fraternal twins, there was still a risk of my other son passing away before I delivered him. A couple of hours after I had my boys, with the surviving one being in the NICU, the hospital staff allowed me to be able to hold my son that had passed away. The five days between finding out that he had passed away and having them, I had expressed to the nurses that when I did deliver that I wanted to hold my deceased son to get some sort of closure on his death. After I went home without my surviving son three days later, I was still in a state of shock.

Only after my living son had come home after 2 months in the hospital, and my deceased sons cremains were at home, is when I started to really hear voices at night. It didn't start right away like many people would think. It took a couple of weeks before I started hearing a voice say something and no one would be even close to me, and it usually happened at night. The first time it happened, it was the voice of a male saying 'Hi' to me. At first I thought my then husband had come home and was saying hi to me, but when I turned around in bed, no one was there. Eventually, I brushed it off and went to sleep.

After that event, it happened more often, and it was always a different word with a different voice. One night, when my son was about 8 months old and we were in our new apartment and my ex was working the graveyard shift at the assisted living home that we both worked at, I heard a child's voice clear as day say 'I love you, mommy'. When I turned my head towards where I heard the voice, there was nothing there but the darkness of the room. I sat up in bed in disbelief of what I heard, and instantly knew that it was my deceased son letting me know that he was there with my and my other son. It took me a while to get over the initial shock, but eventually I was able to doze back off and sleep soundly for the first time since I had my boys.

Since then, I have heard the voice of my paternal grandfather of a few occasions saying hi to me or saying my name, my great-grandmother saying hi, and my son saying either mommy, love, hi, or Okay to me. I know now that I am not going crazy, that whoever wants to say something to me is there with me in spirit letting me know that they are Okay where they are and that they are safe.

Many people who have seen the bodies of their loved ones that have crossed over to the next life, or heard the loved ones voice, have found closure in that persons death. It gives them the sense that the person is in a safe place, that everything is going to be just fine, and that they are protecting you from above. I know that not everyone is able to get a sense of getting closure this way, but for me it is a way for my loved ones to say their good-byes that they were unable to say before they passed. I haven't heard anything for a while, and I am starting to sense that I will hear something soon. Lately, it has been more of a feeling that someone is hugging me, or I pass by a really cold spot, or I smell vanilla pipe tobacco that my grandfather used in his pipe for years that I have always loved, which makes sense of why I love the smell of vanilla so much. It has good memories for me, keeps me remembering my grandparents that much more often.