Around two weeks after telling her this, he passed. He told my mother he knew she was cheating and feared for his life. His wife was a prominent individual there, and he had been trying to move but wasn't financially capable. He lived on an Indian reservation and he was terrified to live there anymore. I asked my mom, "How can we prove any of this to anyone?" Because I do believe he was letting me know it wasn't a suicide but something else.
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So I tell my uncle, "Thank you," and come out of this visual with him. I follow her and she goes to my cousin, their daughter, and says, "Your dad is dead" then she calls 911. No look of shock or sadness and she walks out. His wife was standing there just looking down at him. He says, "Take a breath, now go in." I walk through his bedroom door, he never let me look down at him, but takes me through and I see the blood on the walls and bed. I believe this was my uncle's purpose, to help my mom move on. While this is going on, I'm describing this to my mom, and she's confirming. He took me through his front door, down a hallway, towards his room door. While I was on the phone, I had a visual of what the house looked like while he was still in his bedroom dead. The wedding ring was important to my mom, she gave it to my uncle as a wedding gift. When my mom told me, I got a picture in my mind and my uncle pointing towards the back of his closet and I told her.
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When she finally did, the wife told her it was missing. She also told me she had been trying to get ahold of his wife about the wedding ring. I told her what happened, and she confirmed every detail of the funeral, because she was the one whom prepared the entire funeral. I went over my dream and wrote every detail down. Rest assured I checked it out, because it was so real I had to. I woke up crying, and with the smell of gunpowder and blood, also still tasting blood in my mouth. The dream ended with him leaving out of my room door. He told me he loved me, and he will be here with me for as long as I need him. He also told me he was buried in a quilt my grandmother had handmade, a black and white flannel shirt, blue jeans, tennis shoes, a pack of his favorite cigarettes, and a Zippo lighter with an eagle on it. He said he was shot in the head, with a shotgun, and his wedding ring was missing. He said ok, and began to tell me things before I could ask anything. I told him I needed answers regarding his death and answers about his funeral for peace within me. I started to smell and taste blood, at the same time smelled gunpowder and began to get a migraine. And he told me not to come any closer, and I soon knew why. I scooted closer to him and he never used his mouth to speak, it was more of using thoughts to talk. At first I was shocked that he actually came to me because this didn't feel like a dream, it felt like I was daydreaming.
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I was sitting on the end of my bed, and my uncle was sitting in my usual spot that I sit when watching tv or talking on the phone. There were a lot of unanswered questions, and I had no information on how the burial was. That night, I had an incredible dream.īefore I get to the visit, my uncle died under suspicious circumstances. I finish my session, get ready for bed, and fall asleep soon after. I then said (by the way, this is not out loud), "Ok, thank you and I love you." It felt as though it were being held closed. I tried opening it, thinking maybe it was a cramp. I asked could you please come to me, in my dream? I received one knock on my headboard along with my right hand heating up again, and literally close by itself. I had both my hands palms up on my knees. I asked if this is my uncle let me know my touching my hand. The air was not on, nor was the heater, as this was fall weather and it was perfect outside. The air turned much thicker, kind of like a vibration mixed with electricity, with a cool feeling. I asked this, because I felt a presence in the room. I began with asking, "Is someone here? Give a yes with one knock, and two for no." I got a knock on my headboard directly behind me. I did this for a while with one goal in mind, to communicate with my uncle.
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One night, while all was quiet, I was sitting Indian style on my bed and began to meditate. But once I was allowed this visit from him, I soon was at peace. My mother was still extremely fragile, and my uncle and I were extremely close. I was very careful to not mention a lot about him. I did not attend the funeral, due to my living a state away with my grandparents, and a feud that was going on with my mother and her mother, my grandmother. She had many questions, unanswered, and I was never allowed a proper goodbye. It was 2007, and my mother was still grieving the death of my uncle. I'm not sure exactly where to start with this experience, but here goes.