SPINOFF: Where my MEDIUM bees at?!?!?!

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Post # 4
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Helper bee
  • Wedding: November 1999

I find this topic so interesting! Posting to follow!

Post # 5
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Helper bee
  • Wedding: May 2015

Very interested in learning. Following 🙂

 

 

Post # 6
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Buzzing bee
  • Wedding: July 2012

Do you want ONLY medium stories? Or other psychic like stories as well? 

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Busy bee
  • Wedding: September 2016

Awesome topic! Posting to follow.

Post # 9
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Sugar bee
  • Wedding: September 2013

Posting to follow like the other posters who are following! LOL 🙂 I’m interested in this as well! 

I don’t know if this counts but I used to babysit a little boy (about 6yrs old) who lived across the street from me.  Before his family moved there, there was an old lady who lived in that house and she died in the kitchen.  The little boy’s family moved in and remodeled the house and what was once the kitchen, was now the little boys bedroom.  While I was babysitting him and his baby sister, I’d heard him in his room talking to himself. When I asked him who he was talking to, he told me “the nice old lady that lives here”. When I asked his parents about it, they didn’t even know the lady had died in the house. 

Post # 10
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Busy bee
  • Wedding: October 2014

ive had a few incidences in my life

– when i was young my father worked the night shift, one day my mom had been cooking dinner for us because oddly he had the night off, it was a few days before xmas, so we ate and it was nice all 3 of us got to eat together…. bed time, im in my own room my parents in there own, i hear someone walking up the steps – i thought oh yay dads home..but wait we ate dinner together already who was walking up the steps, the dog follows my dad around all the time so if it were my dad the dog would have been on the steps also. so i got out of bed and hear them close to the top  i run the my doorway – our hallway is very small but everywhere you step you make the floor creek, not once did it creek, i stood there and looked at this guy he was standing in my hallway looking at me then looked into my parents bed room, i asked “who are you” he said nothing, i asked again” hey mister who are you” he looked back into my parents room again then back at me took two steps closer to me (no creeky floor ) i looked at the floor and could see it though his shinny shoes – i looked at him and said who are you, he put his finger to his lips and  (shushed me) i didn’t hear anything come out but i did feel cold air. and i got mad because he wouldn’t tell me who he was i seen my parents moving around in bed getting comfortable and i stomped my foot and said abruptly “who are you” he looked again into my parents room, so i said “you need to leave my parents alone and go to hell” i had no idea who that man was ide never seen him before, a few years later i found photos and asked my mom who the people were in the photo, she asked why i was so intent on knowing who they were- i said “that was the guy who through me down the stairs, mom that’s the guy” she replied ” thats my father”

 

– sorry it was so long but thats what you get when you need a story- details details details

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Buzzing bee
  • Wedding: July 2012

Okay, I will try to be brief on some of these because I have a lot. Take them for what they are worth.

When I was barely learning how to talk I was asleep in my bed saying “wim daddy wim” and making a swimming motion. My mother was alone while my father was at work. When my dad came home he told her he was trying to save a little boy that was drowning in the lake (my father was a state park ranger), but he didn’t make it. 

When I was a little older I told my mom I liked her much better than my other mother. And not long after that I told my parents that I had died in a car crash. 

I dreampt in pretty much exact detail (from my best friends point of view) about how she died in a car crash, before it happend. Also, right when it happend I started crying and my mom asked me why (I was hysterially bawling) and I told her I didn’t know, but that I just felt like my heart was breaking. 

My mom dreampt about 2 crosses one big and one smaller and people walking around with shirts that said “suicice” on them. She woke up and learned her best friend from High School had tried to commit suicide that night. Also it was right before my best friend died in the car crash. We belive thats why she saw two crosses in different sizes.

My mom told my dad on the day that we were going to fly to another state that there was going to be a plane crash, but that we didn’t need to worry because it wouldn’t be OUR plane. When we were about to land the pilot came over the intercom and said we were being delayed because there had been a plane crash on the runway below us. 

When my uncle was in Vietnam my grandmother had a strange dream that my uncle was knocking on the door but it was strange because his arms were covered in socks. She later learned that my uncles best friend stepped on a bomb and little bits of shrapnel (sp?) had gotten all over my uncle, who was behind him. He lifted his arms to cover his face and they took the brunt on it. So his arms were covered in badages, not socks, like my grandmother had thought initially. 

Oh dear lord, I have so many but there are some! 🙂 

Post # 13
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Helper bee

I’ve had weird experiences ever since I was little. Growing up, I was able to predict deaths and earthquakes. That doesn’t happen anymore, but other weird things do. Sometimes I “see” things or I can feel things. I can’t step into antique stores because of the overwhelming feelings I get from the “memories” attached to the items. Tons of odd, little things like what I mentioned…

Post # 14
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Busy bee
  • Wedding: October 2014

It was the first night that my bf (at the time) slept over after we decided he should move in. he had slept there before. he would sleep next to the wall me by the outer edge, my dog always between us(JackRussell) i liked sleeping with the blinds up i like when the sun comes in in the morning (bf hated it because the street light is out my window it lights up the room). one night i was laying on my back i couldn’t sleep. i had my hands under the covers on my belly and just staring at the ceiling fan, i need to wear contacts but i can see (somewhat) im trying to fall back asleep, finally closing my eyes i felt as if the dog was laying on my feet, i go to kick her off, it felt like my bf was sitting on my feet they were so heavy i couldn’t move them, so i yell “dog move” she then licked my face i was so freaked out i opened my eyes i couldn’t see anything NOTHING, the street light is right outside my window- but it was black everything, the room was so dark. i leaned my head to the right just a little and i could see the light, it was as of something was in front of me hovering over me maybe 3ft away from me blocking all light i felt so helpless i couldn’t move my arms or anything just my head and i could see the light around this mass, i couldn’t even open my mouth to talk,i moved my head back and forth to see if the shadow would move or maybe it was just my eyes, i put my head dead center and looked at it and finally yelled  out “David Stop It” and instantly i sat up and the dog growled and barked and jumped exactly where i couldn’t see then she got quiet and licked me, the bf jumped up i scared him, i had no idea what was going on- and why did i yell out David? this black mass had nothing to defy itself….The only David i know that is dead is my father, but i always called him dad or Dave to be funny. I am not sure if this could have been his spirit or not, it if was i wasn’t comfortable around it. It has not come back.

Post # 15
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Buzzing bee
  • Wedding: June 2014

I certainly don’t identify as a medium or a psychic.  That being said, a few years ago I woke up at 3am sobbing and I didn’t know why.  I couldn’t stop myself from crying, but it wasn’t my sadness if that makes sense, because there was nothing wrong.  All I could think of was my best friend.  And we’ve been best friends for almost 20 years now, we’re closer than most sisters – we finish each other’s sentences most times.  Called her up, and she’d been homesick and miserable and had been crying her eyes out for hours.  She’d wanted to call me, but didn’t want to bother me at that hour.  I told her she woke me up anyway, so next time, to just call! 

Post # 16
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Buzzing bee

@mu_t:  ..my underwear says medium. Does this count? I mean.. my underwear is labeling me…..

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