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Topic: Notes About This forum, Adding your encounter to the Encounters With Death page.
Cileea_Witch
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Posted: Mar. 28 2004,10:29 am

A week ago I went for a walk in an extraordinary graveyard . It was about 8 pm. I saw an opened cript , so I decided to
enter . Inside there were more than 9 coffins , opened as well . It was so perfect , I could feel the presence of Death
around me . On the ground were crucifixies of wood ,the remains were  thrown etc. An incredible mess . Its unbelieveble
how rud can be some people . After an hour I made an invocation in which I asked for Azrael's blessing . Suddenly it started
raining . This was one of the most powerful experiences of my entire life . It might seem nothing , it might be a logical explanation,
for me it meant alot . It was my first real encounter with Death . I usually
visit graveyards; when I was smaller , because I lived with my grandma I used to go at least once a month to a funeral etc
but I never ever felt this way .
By the way , excuse my english ....
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iusedtobesomebody
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Posted: Mar. 28 2004,7:54 pm

Cileea_Witch, you noted about your english, what part of the world are you placed, in relation to the graveyard you speak of?  if within the states, what nationality are you?  its nice to see people from other areas views on things.  :bigok:

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lyliaun
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Posted: Mar. 28 2004,11:41 pm

Quote (Risiken @ Oct. 26 2003,8:24 pm)
well, my encounters with death and spirits, mostly, started when i was about 4. it's strange how much i remember of it all really. when i was 4, my grandfather died...the day he died, i was too young to know what was going on, but i couldn't go with the rest of my family so they made me stay with the family upstairs, and i remember a dark figure (note: i don't remember exactly on how he or she lead me) leading me to the kitchen where that family was watching tv and as i walked in, i looked at the tv that everyone was looking at and i saw my grandpa there and i was so confused cause i knew he didn't belong there and no one else saw it, later my mom told me what had happened and i thought about what i saw. a year later, i was looking for my blanket in my grandma's closet and when i opened the door, my grandpa was there, i told my mom and grandma but they didn't believe me (when i was about 14 my mom told me she just didn't want to believe her daughter was given the same gift as my grandma and great grandma had -_-). anyhoo, for years i saw him and knew he was protecting me, but when i was ten, i was lying in my mom's bed, turned around and my grandpa was standing there next to a dark figure that was a bit difficult to make out, but my grandpa looked at me, looked at him and they both nodded and then my grandpa looked at me and smiled and left and i haven't seen him since but because of that time and the nodding...i knew he was okay and knew what he meant by it...he knew he couldn't watch over me forever the way he was and acknowledged that he had to go. i don't remember the feeling that Death gave or any of that that i have read on this site, the only feeling i do know i felt, was comfort and knowledge that i had to deal with everything on my own from then on and to not be afraid of what MAY come. it was hard after that, i realized that my grandpa definitely was protecting me because of all of the spirits that haunted my mentality and me alone. it was hard and still is on occasion when my room decides to make a loud boom that no one else hears despite our incredibly tiny house. but despite all that, i'm not afraid because of that, and everytime i start to get scared, i think of that and i know i shouldn't be afraid. this site has helped me realize a lot of things that i've seen and felt in my 16 years and i'm definitely grateful...it's comforting. thanks for that <3.

Having family visits is good. I think almost everyone has a family member assigned to them to watch over them. Sometimes I think Death will bring a family member back with him to help you back to the gates. Or to let you know another in your family will be going. At least that is how my family works. I know that some one is going when I see or smell my granma Esther around. My older brother used to astral travel alot when I stayed with him at his house, and  I smelled her around all the time.

Had a different dream of sorts lately not sure what to think of it. Burzum doesnt think Death was at all involved, I dont know what to think. I was suspended in I guess what you could say glass like water and I could not breathe. The water encasement was light blue. I was flailing in my dream. But at the same time, I could feel my eyes wide open in my physical body and I couldn't move or breath at all. It seemed my eyes were sinking into my head and all the squishy parts of my physical body were deflating. It seemed I was dreaming with my eyes wide open. I have never felt so paralyzed before, I even felt like my body was going numb and my hands were trying to curl up. I couldn't feel my heart beating in either dream or wake state. I think the only thing that calmed me down was that I kept thinking to my self that I need to relax and  [/I]slowly wake up. :scatter:  I dont know tell me what you think eh??

Edited by lyliaun on Mar. 28 2004,11:48 pm

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mspadgett
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Posted: April 10 2004,12:31 am

Hi, Leilah.

Most of my life, I've felt a really deep connection to death energy which is somewhat hard to explain.  Ever since I was a little girl (with a mom interested in genealogy) I've spent my weekends in cemeteries, and it's there that I feel most comfortable and "in my element."  

The most *memorable* of my experiences with death was at a veteran's cemetery in Eagle Point, OR.  Myself and three like-minded friends went there by night in the summer.  It was absolutely beautiful there, with sunken graves and marshy bits and huge statues everywhere.  It was a breezy night, and as I walked through towards the mausoleums, I heard voices in the breeze, speaking to me.  I couldn't understand the words, really, but the tone was one of understanding and comfort.  Everyone else was getting very upset because I wouldn't listen to them and "stay back."  I went into the chapel and sat among the voices for a long time, maybe an hour.  I felt so loved there.  When I left the chapel I was tired, so I wandered back out among my friends and laid down in the rows of stones.  The ground was very cool against my skin and felt nice, like a cool cloth when you're feverish.  I dozed there for an hour or two.  I remember, vaguely, dreams about a tall figure in black holding my hand and telling me I couldn't leave yet.  (I'm in treatment for severe depression and this was a month or two prior to my suicide attempt . . . I should have listened!)  I woke up feeling incredibly loved and full of energy.  Glowing, practically.  I couldn't shake the feeling of love and strength for days.

I guess that sounds silly, but it's the best tale I have to tell.  Thank you for listening.

Cheers,
Miranda

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Leilah
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Posted: April 10 2004,10:12 am

That story isn't "silly" at ALL! It is another wonderful example of how Azrael comforts those who open themselves to him. I hope that experience helped to understand WHY you need to remain here. Thank you for sharing it.  :rose:

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Schloe
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Posted: May 01 2004,12:20 pm

Once, I was walking through my friend's house, and I felt a presence behind me. This happened after a shamanistic-type ritual. I started getting a strange feeling in my stomach and saw a faint shadow approach from behind me and I could feel a warm breeze breathing on my neck. I quickly turned and saw nothing. This didn't scare me much cuz I was already open to those type things. Also in one of the rooms, I could see a shadowy figure hanging from the ceiling fan. Not sure what it was about, could've been imagining it after the first scenario. Another experience I had was in a car accident with my mother. I was nervous before the accident, but when it started happening, I became unsually calm and braced myself as we flipped down a hill. Another experience that I'm not proud to mention is when I took a whole bottle of tylenol pm and chased it with a 3rd of a pint of bacardi rum, that wasn't fun, and is in the past, oh well, gotta go :eyemouth:  :cry:  :shake:

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lunanc31
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Posted: May 12 2004,1:52 pm

I never thought I had encountered death until reading about other peoples experiences. I have only been around 2 people when they died and I dont do funerals.  
The first person I was around when they died was my grandma.  She was in a rest home and had been expecting to die at anytime. Me and my mom were at her bedside one morning and I was keeping her mouth wet with a rag it was so terriblly dry and putting lotion on her hands wich were just as dry. She was on pain medication so she wasnt very responsive.  But me and mom stood there and talked to her like she could hear us.  I remember feeling bad for my mom cause she had already lost her dad and her mom was all she had left.  Then I looked at my fragile grandma who laid almost in a fetal posistion and felt even worse for her.  I found my self praying for death to come to her quickly. I opened my eyes and I couldnt tell if it was the sun coming through the window or if it was a bright light but grandma sat straight up in bed and held out her hands as if beckoning someone to come to her, she had the biggest smile on her face it was almost funny, I was in shock by her actions that I never looked to the foot of her bed,now I wish I had.  But she stayed like that for a few seconds and then she closed her eyes and laid back calmly and she was dead.  But she still had that big ol smile on her face. It was so strange and I didnt feel any guilt or remorse for her dying in fact I was happy.  It all had to do with that smile. I knew she was happy, so I was happy for her.
The second was my own child. I was 5months pregnant and had started having contractions.  It was my first time being pregnant and I went to the hospital just a day too late.  I stayed in the hospital that night as they tried to stop my contractions. I remember something telling me not to grieve this child, that I was gonna lose it but only because it wasnt meant for me to have a child just to witness the feeling of one being inside me.  Not to much longer the doctor came in and told me that I was gonna lose the child because I had dialtated too much and waited to long before coming in for treatment. But he told me it wasnt my fault.  I did lose the child but didnt really feel a loss like other mothers I had talked to about it.  I had a funeral and everything and I often wonder what would have happend if he had lived but I dont ponder on it. People seemed shocked that I can talk so openly about it, some think I am heartless that I dont still go to the grave or keep his sonagram(did I use the right word there?) picture in my wallet.  
I dont know if Azrael was the one who told me those comforting words but if it was they worked.

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Leilah
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Posted: May 12 2004,2:24 pm

What a wonderful story about your Grandma! Thanks for sharing it! And, welcome to the forum  :rose:

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"Death stands above me whispering low, I know not what into my ear; Of His strange language all I know is, there is not a word of fear."

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lunanc31
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Posted: May 13 2004,2:00 pm

Thanks
Its odd it seems the more I read your book and the more I read about peoples encounters and such the more I remember things like that happening to me. I blocked it out before deeming it evil.. who knew... :doh:

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Leilah
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Posted: June 04 2004,8:38 pm

That's one of the wonderful things about connecting with Azrael. He tends to bring forth those things we've suppressed over the years largely due to the misunderstanding of OTHERS who do not have that same connection. That is why Death is often referred to as the "Lord of Remembrance".

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"Death stands above me whispering low, I know not what into my ear; Of His strange language all I know is, there is not a word of fear."

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