So some of you might wonder about near-death experience or N.D.E.
Some people experience it as having an intense experience which evokes strong visions of Heaven and God and Angels, as well as meeting past deceased loved ones and communicating with them.
I didn't see any of that.
In fact, I didn't really 'see' anything.
I was only aware that I was like a ball of consciousness, floating about freely in space.
To me, it didn't feel like I was gone long - more like minutes (but then in the spiritual realm, time is relative).
I only remembered that as I floated along, I became aware of a voice speaking to me.
It said, "You have a choice. You can stay or you can go."
Without any hesitation, I said that I'd stay!
I had a beautiful family and I didn't want to miss out on watching them grow.
And so I was sent back.
Waking up was a true struggle, as I felt I was trying to swim up through thick mud to the surface.
It was only later that I realised that was the heavy sedation that they gave me after my emergency life-saving op.
When I came to, my whole body was a mass of pain. Just pain and agony.
I woke briefly to discover my distraught family members standing around me, and saw relief in their eyes, before I succumbed to the sedatives again.
And I believe it was through this N.D.E. that I came away with a new ability, and also set me down my life path, which I am still discovering daily.
Sunday, March 30, 2014
Thursday, March 27, 2014
The Office 2
So previously I wrote about having sightings at the office.
I just received validation that indeed, the office has some 'unseen' things roving about, making their presence known on and off, to random people.
Through just random chit-chat, I found out that other people had also had experiences.
And these people, are otherwise, serious colleagues.
One, who has a rank within the company, also admitted how he got spooked during those times when he had to do overtime (or O.T.) for projects. The office would be deadly silent, and suddenly he would get a sense of someone watching him, and his hairs would stand on end.
Other times, he would come to office early in the morning, and find his radio turned on by itself! This happened for days at a stretch.
I joked to him, that maybe 'it' liked him. LOL...
Another colleague, who had worked for more than 15 years in the company, had also had her experiences. She mentioned it to be just moments when suddenly, she would feel totally creeped out for no apparent reason.
And of course, there was that sense that someone was watching her.
In my honest opinion, an office is a very 'transient' place, where people come and go. And so do spirits. Some might stay on and claim a space (which I haven't sensed yet in the office). Whilst there are those who pass by, and inadvertently, whether intentionally or unintentionally, scare people in the process.
I just received validation that indeed, the office has some 'unseen' things roving about, making their presence known on and off, to random people.
Through just random chit-chat, I found out that other people had also had experiences.
And these people, are otherwise, serious colleagues.
One, who has a rank within the company, also admitted how he got spooked during those times when he had to do overtime (or O.T.) for projects. The office would be deadly silent, and suddenly he would get a sense of someone watching him, and his hairs would stand on end.
Other times, he would come to office early in the morning, and find his radio turned on by itself! This happened for days at a stretch.
I joked to him, that maybe 'it' liked him. LOL...
Another colleague, who had worked for more than 15 years in the company, had also had her experiences. She mentioned it to be just moments when suddenly, she would feel totally creeped out for no apparent reason.
And of course, there was that sense that someone was watching her.
In my honest opinion, an office is a very 'transient' place, where people come and go. And so do spirits. Some might stay on and claim a space (which I haven't sensed yet in the office). Whilst there are those who pass by, and inadvertently, whether intentionally or unintentionally, scare people in the process.
Wednesday, March 19, 2014
When Things are Meant to Happen
Let's fast forward a couple months.
In 2012, I got involved with helping to organise a local festivity in my company. The aim of which was to create camaraderie among those of the same faith, as well as other colleagues of different faiths.
Things went really well, and through that one occasion, I became known to some other colleagues whom I had never met.
After that, I had friend request on Facebook. I didn't recognise the profile picture but it mentioned my company's name under the job profile, so I accepted.
This was followed by an email from this same person, whom I shall refer to as Tara, who had sent the friend request.
We got to chatting regularly via email and after a while, Tara admitted that she had actually thought I was one of the other colleagues that had helped organise the recent event! So in essence, she made 'friends' with the wrong person? LOL... we still laugh about it till today.
Anyways, somehow I felt comfy chatting with her, and she with I, and we found similar passions in life. As well as topics. Especially on the supernatural.
I told her my issues about getting the occasional harrassment from spirits, and she was pretty open and understanding over the whole thing.
Turns out she also has the same ability!
Imagine that.
However, she started telling me about this thing called 'Reiki'.
I'd heard of it before, years ago, but I never really looked into it.
She told me that reiki might be able to help me with my issues, and at the same time, gain me the ability to help others.
My interest was definitely piqued, but alas, I did not have an opportunity to participate in the course then.
But what transpired in 2013 was indeed interesting.... and though was a little bumpy, I managed to get reiki-certified by the end of it!
In 2012, I got involved with helping to organise a local festivity in my company. The aim of which was to create camaraderie among those of the same faith, as well as other colleagues of different faiths.
Things went really well, and through that one occasion, I became known to some other colleagues whom I had never met.
After that, I had friend request on Facebook. I didn't recognise the profile picture but it mentioned my company's name under the job profile, so I accepted.
This was followed by an email from this same person, whom I shall refer to as Tara, who had sent the friend request.
We got to chatting regularly via email and after a while, Tara admitted that she had actually thought I was one of the other colleagues that had helped organise the recent event! So in essence, she made 'friends' with the wrong person? LOL... we still laugh about it till today.
Anyways, somehow I felt comfy chatting with her, and she with I, and we found similar passions in life. As well as topics. Especially on the supernatural.
I told her my issues about getting the occasional harrassment from spirits, and she was pretty open and understanding over the whole thing.
Turns out she also has the same ability!
Imagine that.
However, she started telling me about this thing called 'Reiki'.
I'd heard of it before, years ago, but I never really looked into it.
She told me that reiki might be able to help me with my issues, and at the same time, gain me the ability to help others.
My interest was definitely piqued, but alas, I did not have an opportunity to participate in the course then.
But what transpired in 2013 was indeed interesting.... and though was a little bumpy, I managed to get reiki-certified by the end of it!
The Office....
I used to work an early shift.
By early, I meant having to come into the office by 6am.
Initially, I had to do it alone.
Imagine being the only living soul in a large open concept office environment, where the tiniest sound or movement is magnified.
My first week, I had the pleasure of 'meeting' the resident spirits.
One was a small shadow that zipped in front of my colleague's desk, as I was doing my work.
The other was a tall shadow that stood solemn and sentry-like, at the photocopy machine about 5 metres away from me.
Then came the sighs. They sighed, made audible whisperings, right next to my ear!
Just to test my bravery or just for fun - I don't know.
There was never any discernible message.
It got to a point that it was distracting me from work, so my solution was simple.
I got my earphones on, and blasted music whilst doing work.
Ignoring them was my solution then, if things got too much.
By early, I meant having to come into the office by 6am.
Initially, I had to do it alone.
Imagine being the only living soul in a large open concept office environment, where the tiniest sound or movement is magnified.
My first week, I had the pleasure of 'meeting' the resident spirits.
One was a small shadow that zipped in front of my colleague's desk, as I was doing my work.
The other was a tall shadow that stood solemn and sentry-like, at the photocopy machine about 5 metres away from me.
Then came the sighs. They sighed, made audible whisperings, right next to my ear!
Just to test my bravery or just for fun - I don't know.
There was never any discernible message.
It got to a point that it was distracting me from work, so my solution was simple.
I got my earphones on, and blasted music whilst doing work.
Ignoring them was my solution then, if things got too much.
The Lady and the Ant
I always knew there was something else living in my house with me and my family.
When I first moved in, I already felt her presence and knew her favourite spots in the house.
The first year, when my eldest daughter was only 4, the lady would reside in her room, in a corner of the room. I would sense her or sometimes even see her in my mind's eye. Another fave hangout was the kitchen.
She presented herself as a young teenage girl to me. And during that time, my then 4 year old also had an imaginary friend called 'Ant'.
I didn't really take the imaginary friend thing seriously until the day my daughter started telling me things that she couldn't have otherwise known.
When I asked her who told her these things, she would reply earnestly, "Oh my friend Ant told me."
And just to note that little kids don't lie. It's not within their capacity to do so.
The Lady didn't disturb me usually, though she does freak me out sometimes, especially when I do the dishes at night.
My sink faces the kitchen window, and I would be able to see my own reflection. As the kitchen light is behind me, all I would be able to see is a dark reflection of me. Occasionally, I would feel her presence behind me, and though I can't see her from the reflection in front of me, I wouldn't dare to sneak a peek.
Maybe one too many Asian horror flicks? Though I make it a strict point to never watch Asian horror, as the stories and paranormal stuff depicted usually hits too close to home, if you know what I mean....(ok go on try it, I dare you to watch 'The Ring' - original Japanese version or 'Shutter' - a true Thai horror).
When I first moved in, I already felt her presence and knew her favourite spots in the house.
The first year, when my eldest daughter was only 4, the lady would reside in her room, in a corner of the room. I would sense her or sometimes even see her in my mind's eye. Another fave hangout was the kitchen.
She presented herself as a young teenage girl to me. And during that time, my then 4 year old also had an imaginary friend called 'Ant'.
I didn't really take the imaginary friend thing seriously until the day my daughter started telling me things that she couldn't have otherwise known.
When I asked her who told her these things, she would reply earnestly, "Oh my friend Ant told me."
And just to note that little kids don't lie. It's not within their capacity to do so.
The Lady didn't disturb me usually, though she does freak me out sometimes, especially when I do the dishes at night.
My sink faces the kitchen window, and I would be able to see my own reflection. As the kitchen light is behind me, all I would be able to see is a dark reflection of me. Occasionally, I would feel her presence behind me, and though I can't see her from the reflection in front of me, I wouldn't dare to sneak a peek.
Maybe one too many Asian horror flicks? Though I make it a strict point to never watch Asian horror, as the stories and paranormal stuff depicted usually hits too close to home, if you know what I mean....(ok go on try it, I dare you to watch 'The Ring' - original Japanese version or 'Shutter' - a true Thai horror).
The Seventh Month Capers
So in SG, there is something called The Hungry Ghost Festival, aka The Seventh Month.
It's honoured by Taoists who believe that the Gates to Hell open only during this particular month.
And therein, lies the time that I find most trying as my sightings of the unseen, invariably increases during this time.
There was one time where I was walking home shortly after 10pm, and as I neared my lift lobby (I live in a regular old HDB flat), that I noticed someone had left offerings close to the lobby.
2 red incenses/candles had burned halfway down, and there was a scattering of small packets of sweet biscuits and candies.
Just as I was reaching the lobby, I halted abruptly as suddenly, a vague shadow of a child flashed past me, less than a metre away, from the direction of where the offerings were, to the void deck.
It's exactly the same reaction I would have had, if it had been an actual person running past me.
That's the thing about it.
They sometimes appear at the most innocuous times. And it's usually sudden and brief encounters.
Like I said in my previous post, some of them like to 'play'.
The worse ones like to scare - but I will divulge more of that later.
So apart from sightings, there are times when I feel them - even more so during the Seventh Month.
I would actually know when one is following me back or not, and I would immediately tell it to leave me alone and that it's not allowed into my home.
There were times when I'd be in too much of a hurry, and inevitably one would be able to come into the house.
The ruckus made at night would wake me of course, since I was the only one who would hear it. Knockings on my door, on my cupboard, footsteps - large or small - stomping all over the flat. Even my cat would get a bit freaked out and yowl loudly when these occurrences happen.
By the next day, things would be okay, and somehow these things find their way out.
But then again, that might also be due to the 'lady' who resides in my house - another tale for another day!
It's honoured by Taoists who believe that the Gates to Hell open only during this particular month.
And therein, lies the time that I find most trying as my sightings of the unseen, invariably increases during this time.
There was one time where I was walking home shortly after 10pm, and as I neared my lift lobby (I live in a regular old HDB flat), that I noticed someone had left offerings close to the lobby.
2 red incenses/candles had burned halfway down, and there was a scattering of small packets of sweet biscuits and candies.
Just as I was reaching the lobby, I halted abruptly as suddenly, a vague shadow of a child flashed past me, less than a metre away, from the direction of where the offerings were, to the void deck.
It's exactly the same reaction I would have had, if it had been an actual person running past me.
That's the thing about it.
They sometimes appear at the most innocuous times. And it's usually sudden and brief encounters.
Like I said in my previous post, some of them like to 'play'.
The worse ones like to scare - but I will divulge more of that later.
So apart from sightings, there are times when I feel them - even more so during the Seventh Month.
I would actually know when one is following me back or not, and I would immediately tell it to leave me alone and that it's not allowed into my home.
There were times when I'd be in too much of a hurry, and inevitably one would be able to come into the house.
The ruckus made at night would wake me of course, since I was the only one who would hear it. Knockings on my door, on my cupboard, footsteps - large or small - stomping all over the flat. Even my cat would get a bit freaked out and yowl loudly when these occurrences happen.
By the next day, things would be okay, and somehow these things find their way out.
But then again, that might also be due to the 'lady' who resides in my house - another tale for another day!
Tuesday, March 18, 2014
The Dead do have Fun, sometimes.
When my ability was discovered, I had all sorts of run-ins with the dead and other beings.
I guess they 'saw' that I could sense them, you could say?
Funerals at my void deck, would have me sighting the dead person, wandering around the premises, standing with their relatives, listening in on conversations, or simply having fun.
Having fun - sounds weird right?
Yes, the dead do try to experiment with their spiritual forms.
I once saw an old lady in spirit form, playing hide-and-seek with me. Literally, peeking at me from behind a wall and quickly hiding back.
The other most significant experience I had was when my grandma passed away about a year after my uncle did.
At 95 years old, she had had a prolonged illness, and had also suffered a major stroke which put her into a sort of semi-coma for the last 6 months of her life.
When the end came, my parents and I packed up and left for KL (where my grandma lived).
Her casket and funeral was held at my aunt's house.
The moment I stepped in, I could sense my grandma, happily skipping about. She was deliriously happy that she was mobile once again, and free of her pained, physical form.
When I told this to my relatives (who by now knew I had this ability), they laughed and said, yes my grandma was naturally a very 'busy' kind of person, who could not sit still. She was always on the move.
And unlike my uncle, my grandma had little to say.
She was just very overjoyed to see the congregation of all her loved ones in the same place (she had not seen some of them for more than 50 years).
The only message she had was for one of her sons, my uncle, who by chance, had come to Asia (he lives in US and rarely comes to SG) during that very week when she passed.
They were distraught that they did not have a chance to speak to her when she was alive but my grandma urged me to tell them that it was okay.
And all was good. Indeed it was.
The funeral went off without a hitch, and my grandma disappeared from my 'view' soon after.
I guess they 'saw' that I could sense them, you could say?
Funerals at my void deck, would have me sighting the dead person, wandering around the premises, standing with their relatives, listening in on conversations, or simply having fun.
Having fun - sounds weird right?
Yes, the dead do try to experiment with their spiritual forms.
I once saw an old lady in spirit form, playing hide-and-seek with me. Literally, peeking at me from behind a wall and quickly hiding back.
The other most significant experience I had was when my grandma passed away about a year after my uncle did.
At 95 years old, she had had a prolonged illness, and had also suffered a major stroke which put her into a sort of semi-coma for the last 6 months of her life.
When the end came, my parents and I packed up and left for KL (where my grandma lived).
Her casket and funeral was held at my aunt's house.
The moment I stepped in, I could sense my grandma, happily skipping about. She was deliriously happy that she was mobile once again, and free of her pained, physical form.
When I told this to my relatives (who by now knew I had this ability), they laughed and said, yes my grandma was naturally a very 'busy' kind of person, who could not sit still. She was always on the move.
And unlike my uncle, my grandma had little to say.
She was just very overjoyed to see the congregation of all her loved ones in the same place (she had not seen some of them for more than 50 years).
The only message she had was for one of her sons, my uncle, who by chance, had come to Asia (he lives in US and rarely comes to SG) during that very week when she passed.
They were distraught that they did not have a chance to speak to her when she was alive but my grandma urged me to tell them that it was okay.
And all was good. Indeed it was.
The funeral went off without a hitch, and my grandma disappeared from my 'view' soon after.
The Beginning with Death
It began with death.
3 years ago, I had a near-death experience.
No, I didn't see the light. But I had a conversation with a higher being.
I was given a choice. Of either to go or stay.
You can see now which choice I made.
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4 months later, an uncle passed away, and I was at his funeral.
As I gazed down at my dead uncle, his withered 80 year-old form encased in a casket, suddenly I sensed him beside me. And he started to 'speak' to me.
No, not in the conventional sense of speech since he was in spirit form. He spoke, shall I say, telepathically to me. Or rather, I could sense his messages.
Yes, he was giving me messages. To pass on to his 3 distraught daughters.
You see, before he had passed on, he had suffered a massive stroke which rendered him paralysed and unable to speak for a year before his death. All he could do to communicate was to nod or shake his head or mumble incoherently.
Now that he was in spirit form and free from physical boundaries, he was pretty much elated that he could 'speak' again. And speak he did.
I don't know how, but he knew that I could be his 'channel' to the physical world.
And he was very insistent that I pass on his messages to his daughters.
I was extremely reluctant as:
1. this was the first time ever this was happening to me.
2. I was in shock that I could sense him and sense what he wanted me to do.
3. I didn't want my cousins to think of me as crazy.
My uncle persistently poked and prodded me, in a spiritual sense, pushing me over and over to relay his messages to his daughters. Mind you, my cousins are way older than me, averaging 40-50 years of age at the time.
After an hour of his poking and prodding, I relented and got my 3 cousins to sit down and listen to me.
It was strange, as I said, "Hey girls, I have something to tell you. Well, actually your dad has something to tell you. He's here with us now, and he asked me to pass you some messages he's been meaning to say..."
My cousins sat in silence as I relayed the intended messages to them and after I said my piece, they came forward to me, and hugged me tightly.
They had been wanting to hear from him for the longest time! They thanked me profusely and cried with joy.
Boy, was I relieved that they didn't call the nuthouse or the police on me.
I realised, as I made my way home, that the whole session had caused me to burn a lot of energy and I was extremely famished. The whole episode had taken less than 2 hours, before which I had had a full and satisfying lunch at home.
It was only later that I learnt that I had burnt a lot of psychic energy or my own 'chi' energy in order to channel in for my uncle.
Thus this was how my journey into gaining spiritual knowledge began.
3 years ago, I had a near-death experience.
No, I didn't see the light. But I had a conversation with a higher being.
I was given a choice. Of either to go or stay.
You can see now which choice I made.
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4 months later, an uncle passed away, and I was at his funeral.
As I gazed down at my dead uncle, his withered 80 year-old form encased in a casket, suddenly I sensed him beside me. And he started to 'speak' to me.
No, not in the conventional sense of speech since he was in spirit form. He spoke, shall I say, telepathically to me. Or rather, I could sense his messages.
Yes, he was giving me messages. To pass on to his 3 distraught daughters.
You see, before he had passed on, he had suffered a massive stroke which rendered him paralysed and unable to speak for a year before his death. All he could do to communicate was to nod or shake his head or mumble incoherently.
Now that he was in spirit form and free from physical boundaries, he was pretty much elated that he could 'speak' again. And speak he did.
I don't know how, but he knew that I could be his 'channel' to the physical world.
And he was very insistent that I pass on his messages to his daughters.
I was extremely reluctant as:
1. this was the first time ever this was happening to me.
2. I was in shock that I could sense him and sense what he wanted me to do.
3. I didn't want my cousins to think of me as crazy.
My uncle persistently poked and prodded me, in a spiritual sense, pushing me over and over to relay his messages to his daughters. Mind you, my cousins are way older than me, averaging 40-50 years of age at the time.
After an hour of his poking and prodding, I relented and got my 3 cousins to sit down and listen to me.
It was strange, as I said, "Hey girls, I have something to tell you. Well, actually your dad has something to tell you. He's here with us now, and he asked me to pass you some messages he's been meaning to say..."
My cousins sat in silence as I relayed the intended messages to them and after I said my piece, they came forward to me, and hugged me tightly.
They had been wanting to hear from him for the longest time! They thanked me profusely and cried with joy.
Boy, was I relieved that they didn't call the nuthouse or the police on me.
I realised, as I made my way home, that the whole session had caused me to burn a lot of energy and I was extremely famished. The whole episode had taken less than 2 hours, before which I had had a full and satisfying lunch at home.
It was only later that I learnt that I had burnt a lot of psychic energy or my own 'chi' energy in order to channel in for my uncle.
Thus this was how my journey into gaining spiritual knowledge began.
My Secret
I harbour a secret.
I am attuned to the spiritual world in ways that some people find difficult to relate to.
I can see things. Things which the naked eye cannot see.
I can hear things. Sounds which the untrained ear cannot catch.
I can sense things. Haunting feelings which the normal person usually dismisses.
And... 3 years ago, I discovered that I could speak to the dead.
This blog or shall I say, my personal diary, will relate all my past and present experiences, under a cloak of anonymity (which I prefer).
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I am attuned to the spiritual world in ways that some people find difficult to relate to.
I can see things. Things which the naked eye cannot see.
I can hear things. Sounds which the untrained ear cannot catch.
I can sense things. Haunting feelings which the normal person usually dismisses.
And... 3 years ago, I discovered that I could speak to the dead.
This blog or shall I say, my personal diary, will relate all my past and present experiences, under a cloak of anonymity (which I prefer).
Please do subscribe to get the latest blog posts.
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