Thanks so much Sue for your open invitation for writers to guest post at your beautiful blog. I’m finally taking you up on it as it’s been awhile.
In light of your recent blog post, A Ghost of Myself and another by Stevie Turner, they prompted memories of some paranormal experiences I’ve encountered in my own life and thought I might share here.
It’s natural for us to be skeptical about what happens in the afterlife – Are we really dead? Is there life after death? Does the soul live on? Those are just a few questions lingering in our minds, particularly when we come close to death ourselves or encounter the loss of a loved one.
How many of us has given much thought about what lies on ‘the other side’? Do you believe in spirits visiting us from the beyond? When I was young I would wonder about these things and although I was curious, I remained skeptical until I began experiencing visits from some of my loved ones. It wasn’t that their spirits appeared to me as a vision, but rather, through my sense of smell, touch and intuitive messages I’d receive invoking an inner-knowing that comes over me.
I was very close with my father and after he passed away, now 27 years, I began sensing when he was around me. When he visits me there’s a distinct odor that surrounds me, the smell of Export A cigarettes intensely fills the area around me; the brand my father smoked ever since I can remember back.
One time in particular about 7 years ago, I was alone on my couch watching TV when the room suddenly began to smell like smoke. At first, I was concerned thinking something was on fire and I darted up from the couch to start sniffing around for fire and found that same smell follow me wherever I was checking, until I recognized the aroma that always surrounded my father and felt an inner calm.
I went back to my couch and my husband came downstairs from his man-cave to get a glass of water and I asked him eagerly if he could smell it. He looked at me puzzled, replying that I was imagining things. I responded by telling him not to worry, informing him it was just my dad visiting. The smell of that smoke engulfing me happens every so often, but there were times that I sensed his presence without the smoke.
It was my 35th birthday and I was looking forward to the party I was throwing myself in a few days. I thought I’d get my tan on by using the tanning bed in my condo building (yes, my bad, but those were the times) to get that golden glow going for the party. I got into the coffin-like structure, closed the lid and happily planned the events for the party in my head when suddenly a darkness washed over my thoughts and I found myself crying. I couldn’t shake the overwhelming sadness that came over me and didn’t understand it.
The next morning my brother called to tell me my paternal grandfather was dying, requesting me to get to the hospital as soon as I could. Sadly, I was too late.
One day, a few years before my dad died, before we even knew he had a heart condition, I was getting dressed to go to work, just putting the finishing touches on my makeup when an overwhelming anxiety came over me, planting itself in the pit of my stomach. Something in that moment just alerted me from within that something was wrong with my father. Before I stood up to call him, my phone rang. It was my sister calling to inform me that Dad was rushed to the hospital, he’d had a massive heart attack.
Feelings like I’ve encountered in these incidents occasionally happen to me as an inner alert when a loved one is in danger. I’m no longer skeptical about spirits existing.
My experience with spirit began when I was 15 years old. My maternal grandfather was living with us, and my beloved Aunty Sherry frequently stayed over at our house. One night, Aunty Sherry and I were up late watching TV and we decided to go into the kitchen to make a snack. I was still recovering from watching the movie Psycho and consequently, was afraid of my own shadow for years to come. I went to grab a drink from the fridge, and as I reached out my arm to pull the handle to open the fridge, I felt something grab my arm and then stroke it. There was nothing around me. I screamed and my aunt dropped what she was doing and came over to comfort me and ask what happened?
I told my aunt while feeling riddled with fear what I had experienced. She looked at me with such a calm in her face and said, “Don’t worry Deb, it’s just my mother letting you know she’s around.” The occurrence was apparently, not a big surprise to my aunt. Her mother, Dorothy, died when my own mother was just 14 years old.
The next morning my grandfather came down for breakfast, and as he took a sip of his tea he announced, “I saw my Dorothy last night. I was with her.”
Two days later, my grandfather was diagnosed with terminal liver cancer.
Coincidence? I think not. Throughout the years, I’ve had several other ‘odd’ encounters. And all those experiences affirm to me that loved ones do visit.
Have any of you had any encounters from the beyond?
D.G. Kaye is a Canadian nonfiction/memoir author. She was born, raised, and resides in Toronto, Canada. Kaye writes about her life experiences, matters of the heart and women’s issues.
When she isn’t writing books, you can find her on her blog at DGKayewriter.com where you’ll find an eclectic mix of life lessons, rants of injustice, writing tips, book reviews, and featured interviews of guest authors. She’s known to inject humor into her work whenever it’s warranted. D.G.’s motto is: Live Laugh Love . . . And Don’t Forget to Breathe!
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Books by D. G. Kaye
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A Lifetime of guilt — What does it take to finally break free?
“Somehow I believed it was my obligation to try to do the right thing by her because she had given birth to me.”
Burdened with constant worry for her father and the guilt caused by her mother’s narcissism, D.G. Kaye had a short childhood. When she moved away from home at age eighteen, she began to grow into herself, overcoming her lack of guidance and her insecurities. Her life experiences became her teachers, and she learned from the mistakes and choices she made along the way, plagued by the guilt she carried for her mother.
Conflicted Hearts is a heartfelt journey of self-discovery and acceptance, an exploration of the quest for solace from emotional guilt.
Read Stevie Turner’s review of Conflicted Hearts here.
“I often found myself drifting from a state of normal in a sudden twist of bitchiness.”
From PMS to menopause to what the hell?
D.G. adds a touch of humor to a tale about a not-so-humorous time. While bidding farewell to her dearly departing estrogen, D.G. struggles to tame her raging hormones of fire, relentless dryness, flooding and droughts and other unflattering symptoms.
Join D.G. on her meno-journey to slay the dragons of menopause as she tries to hold on to her sanity, memory, hair, and so much more!
Read Tina Frisco’s review of Meno-What? here.
“I have been a great critic of myself for most of my life, and I was darned good at it, deflating my own ego without the help of anyone else.”
What do our shopping habits, high-heeled shoes, and big hair have to do with how we perceive ourselves? Do the slights we endured when we were young affect how we choose our relationships now?
D.G. takes us on a journey, unlocking the hurts of the past by identifying situations that hindered her own self-esteem. Her anecdotes and confessions demonstrate how the hurtful events in our lives linger and set the tone for how we value our own self-worth.
Words We Carry is a raw, personal accounting of how the author overcame the demons of low self-esteem with the determination to learn to love herself.
Read Judith Barrow’s review of Words We Carry here.
D.G. Kaye is back, and as she reflects on some of her more memorable vacations and travel snags, she finds herself constantly struggling to keep one step ahead of the ever-changing guidelines of the airlines–with her overweight luggage in tow. Her stories alert us to some of the pitfalls of being an obsessive shopper, especially when it comes time for D.G. to bring her treasures home, and remind us of the simpler days when traveling was a breeze.
In her quest to keep from tipping the scales, D.G. strives to devise new tricks to fit everything in her suitcases on each trip. Why is she consistently a target for Canada customs on her return journeys?
D.G.’s witty tales take us from airports, to travel escapades with best friends, to reflections on how time can change the places we hold dear in our hearts. Her memories will entertain and have you reminiscing about some of your own most treasured journeys–and perhaps make you contemplate revamping your packing strategies.
Read Christoph Fischer’s review of Have Bags Will Travel here.
“I hurt for her. She wasn’t much of a mother, but she was still my mother.”
Confronted with resurfacing feelings of guilt, D.G. Kaye is tormented by her decision to remain estranged from her dying emotionally abusive mother after resolving to banish her years ago, an event she has shared in her book Conflicted Hearts. In P.S. I Forgive You, Kaye takes us on a compelling heartfelt journey as she seeks to understand the roots of her mother’s narcissism, let go of past hurts, and find forgiveness for both her mother and herself.
After struggling for decades to break free, Kaye has severed the unhealthy ties that bound her to her dominating mother—but now Kaye battles new confliction, as the guilt she harbors over her decision only increases as the end of her mother’s life draws near. Kaye once again struggles with her conscience and her feelings of being obligated to return to a painful past she thought she left behind.
Read Deborah Jay’s review of P.S. I Forgive You here.