Hello Rolande,
Thank you for your response, which is full of delicacy and love. I appreciate the analysis and the questions that arise from it. I will try to provide you with as much information as possible so that you can form your own opinion.
Josy, I have a question… does this type of demonstration bother you and your son? Because when your husband comes home like that
No, Rolande, these demonstrations do not bother us at all; quite the opposite.
As for me, my husband has always made himself known. It began shortly after his death, barely a week after his burial. Strangely, he waited until the people who had come to my home to support me had left. On the first night, as I was just falling asleep, all the walls of the apartment and the furniture suddenly started creaking, making a lot of noise, like the creaks during a thunderstorm. I was extremely exhausted, having had no restful sleep for at least three weeks. I was at my limit and said to my husband, “I beg you, my Jean, I can’t take it anymore. I know you’re unhappy to have left, and so am I. Please calm down. You can stay by my side, but no more noise, please.” Suddenly, the crashing stopped, and I felt a presence near me on the bed. I was somewhat frightened, both because of the emotional shock and because of feeling his presence. In the meantime, I moved into our new house, as we had been building it before his death. In this new house, for at least a year, I felt drafts even though no windows or doors were open, and as if someone were brushing past me; instinctively, I would turn around and feel a presence. Creaking sounds regularly manifested in the house, always in the same spot, in the part of the house that my husband knew well during his lifetime, and a dark shadow would pass by, always following the same path and at a particular time in the evening.
As for my son, it is only this year that he has been experiencing these manifestations, and he describes them in vivid detail, exactly matching my own. For about two months now, he has been dreaming of his father, and the way he describes these dreams makes them seem so real, especially when his eyes light up as he tells me about them. At those moments, he is torn between the joy of this contact—one might be tempted to call it virtual—and the sadness of knowing that he will never have the chance to share his emotional exchanges with his father. Remarkably, last night he told me: “Mom, you know, even at school I had the same sensations, as if Dad had been with me.”
But maybe he would also want you to get better... to continue your life knowing that he is dead.
I think you are right, because since my husband’s death, we have known nothing but troubles and worries.
As for my son, the academic aspect has been a failure to date, not due to his own fault, but because the public education system has, since he was very young, put him on the wrong track, causing him suffering and anger, as he feels misunderstood and excluded by the people who are supposed to teach and support him. Furthermore, the romantic problems I have encountered have affected me, but also my son, who has been a witness to them. Not to mention that my professional life has been a constant source of worry: due to my child’s partial withdrawal from school, I lost my job and am still struggling to date to stabilize my situation.
So we have been living in suffering, loneliness, and sorrow for 12 years, and I think that all of this my husband must be feeling from where he is.
I must admit that when I am unwell and no longer know what decisions to make for one problem or another, I turn to my husband and say, "Jean, what would you do? Help me, guide me. I need to get through this for the sake of our son. Why did you leave like that? Perhaps my calls are what prevent him from finally departing toward the light."
You need to tell him that his place is no longer by your side… he must move toward the light.
What you say is true. During novenas I had performed a few years ago, I prayed very hard and asked that my husband be guided toward the light for the salvation of his soul, and I addressed my husband, saying to him: “Go, Jean, we are doing well,” as if to reassure him. I told him, “You did so much during your life, go rest, look toward the light, no longer look back at the earth.” I did it, you see, and this with my heart, my whole soul, and yet he is still here. As if protecting us, being present, was more important to him than going toward that light. In his lifetime, my husband was combative, determined, stubborn, and did not accept defeat; curiously, now that he is dead, it seems that these traits of character persist, just like his love and the attentions he showed us.
The fact that your son dreams a lot about his father; it might be important to look at your son's inner wound.
Although my son was very young (3 years old) when his father died, it seems as if he remembers him as though they had lived together for many years. One small detail: my husband had a particular document holder, and I am almost certain my son never saw it while his father was alive. One day, when he must have been 6 or 7 years old, he said, "That belongs to Daddy." I was left speechless, wondering how he could possibly know that.
According to the people who were looking after my son on the day his father died, even though he had a certain degree of language delay, he suddenly got up and spoke very clearly, saying, “No, Daddy, don’t go, stay, don’t go.” The people, surprised by his reaction, looked at my child and noticed that his eyes were fixed in a specific direction; they too felt a presence and told me they had noticed a shape that strangely resembled my husband. They immediately called me at the hospital and said, “Stay strong, we know that Jean has passed away,” even though no one had informed them. I have always believed that my son suffered a deep inner wound due to his father’s death, but to this day I do not know how to manage it or let it go. He told me, “But why isn’t my Daddy here? I love him, I want him to be here.”
How many days did it take to crush Josy when you showed that drawing to the psychic?
I showed this drawing about four months after his death.
The fact that he made this drawing demonstrates what, in your opinion? Listen carefully to this drawing, Josy, look at it closely, and analyze it, and you will understand his message before you die.
I have always interpreted the drawing in the following way: the downward arrows, numerous and thin in their graphic style, represent to me that my husband was aware that it was the end, while the upward arrow, very straight, large, and wide, indicated to me that he would return, as if to reassure me.
I have the impression that your late husband is still traveling from the top down, because he does not yet fully accept death and needs to be released from all of this...
You are right, I think so too, it really does resemble him. As I have already said, in his lifetime he did not accept defeat; he was quite stubborn. It is also true that he needs to be freed to reassure him. I did that, but it did not work, as he is still present.
But the fact that he also appears in your son’s dreams—what exactly does that evoke in your son? A feeling of love
My son is always happy when he dreams of his father, and his eyes are filled with love when he talks about him.
It is true that my son must in turn pray and tell his father that he is ascending toward the light, and I will help him in this process for his well-being and for the peace of my husband. I will do it; I think it is important.
All the same, it seems to me that my husband cannot definitively leave this earth until my son and I are happy and we can truly rebuild our lives with another man. As this is not the case to date, and on the contrary, we have suffered the bad behavior of people with whom I believed I could rebuild a life.
I hope I have clarified this complex matter regarding my husband for you.
I noticed something important: each of you responded based on your different feelings about this dream, and the manifestations brought out very important elements that correspond exactly to my husband's character traits. That's wonderful.
Amour et fraternité
Josy
