Comments for Our Son's Help at the Hospital: Page 1

Daphanie?
Sure, in my HEAD I know that. I have seen some things in the past five years that if they had happened before that, I would have thought were neon signs that I was loosing grip on the real world.
I can not help but think of all the things he MAY see. I have an Internet friend who is psychic and she sees some truly astounding things, and it FLOORS me that she can take it all in stride.
I think the reason I am having such difficulties with this is, what happens if I turn into my parents (sorry, Mama and Papa, I do not mean to disrespect you) and in my fear of the unknown prevent him from helping others in the way in which they most need help? I am afraid to stand by and just watch what happens, but then I am afraid to step in an try to assist.
I mean, that is why I came in search of this site, and many, many stories later, I STILL seem to not have the right answers on how to help them.
Now where do I go?!

Hi WB. As I was reading your comment that you wrote back to me, it reminded me of things that are happening in my house. Not the same situation as yours, but my fifteen year old daughter doing things that are somewhat out of my control. Once children get to a certain age, it's hard to control every aspect of their life. Every one has free will and you can't take that away. You can be there for them and teach them life and coping mechanisms (which I'm not very good at coping with certain things), and let them hopefully choose the right path. As for your son, he is very young, he has a gift and it should be left at that. God gave him this gift for a reason and maybe EssieJ is supposed to be his mentor. Just always be there for your children, as I know you will, and let them be who they are supposed to be. So many children lose sight of what they want to be, who they are supposed to be or want to do because of people or parents that control too much or discourage only out of fear. You are in fear of your son's ability because you do not understand it. People fear what they do not understand. I think that if it were my four year old, I would be scared too! Just sit back and relax a little and see how things play out. You know, everything is going to be alright. 😊

SHELBY ❤

Thanks, Kat.
I have been running this through my mind ever since that day, and if you read through my comment, you saw that I was having difficulties trying to figure out what the heck was going through his mind. You cleared up a few questions, thank you.
Now I am wondering if they used these types of knives (I am not even sure if they are CALLED daggers, I just associated them with one) as the ground is frozen as we are in the depths of winter here. Hmmm...
Thank you again!

Sorry, I meant to write that I do not think HE thought it would go as far as it did...

WB.
That was the purpose of the game my Mother played, it was a bit like a game of chicken. This game may have been different. I can't imagine any other game with knives, well sport that would be legal to practice to be honest.

Kat.
Oh, yeah. I believe the Father DID feel guilty and that is why he injured himself. I do not think it would reach the extent of what it did, but still, I would have to say that was the driving force.
The son was between thirteen and fourteen.
Is the purpose of the game JUST to see how close you can get to the other persons FEET?
Thank you.

How old was the son?
I don't remember if you had mentioned his age. The father hurt himself out of guilt.

WB.
I don't know what its called but I think the idea is to stand opposite each other and throw knives in the ground as close to the other person without hitting them, that's what my Mother played anyway. Thats why I don't understand how they both got hurt?

Hi Kat,
What is the name of this game?
HOW is it played?
I do not know where the son was wounded, I was not there for that, and the news just called it an accident. I have many of the same questions as you, and I am afraid I do not have the answers. We were only afforded the "need to know" of certain things from the media, perhaps to protect the rest of the community from trying to see if they could do this without injury.
They did not sustain the injuries together. Once the son was taken off to the hospital, the Father injured HIMSELF as no one had removed the weapon. I know, sounds incredible. I would have thought it would have been taken out of the home by the paramedics or SOMEONE as soon as they arrived, as the Father used it AFTER the son was taken away.
Thank you.

My dear, sweet, Shelby,
By any name you are a bright light in my life and your words are very dear to me.

I am having a difficult time with accepting my sons talents. I feel lost, out of control and totally out of the loop. I do not see myself as a controlling person, a bit protective, yes (Ok, REALLY protective of my children), but I do not like not having the control of any situation which involves them.
I do not know if you looked through the comments, but this is a struggle. This one situation has got me tied up and confused, and I have no idea why. Maybe it is as I said to Athena, that I watched this all play out BEFORE me, and there is NO WAY that I can protect him from what I can not see, hear or feel, if it is not presented to me also.
He shocked me. I felt, and still do, that I was only a pawn in this, and the only need for me to be there was to observe. I have a hard time reading and studying on whole families who go through these types of occurrences and simply accept it all, as I am out of range of the fires warmth. Maybe it is only because he is still just four, and I am so SCARED of how life will be for him growing up.
I am not prepared. I do not have the means to tutor, to guide, or to even HELP him work through this, and yet he does not seem to be overly effected by any of this.
A few weeks ago, on here FRAWIN (Shaggy) gave me some advice on relinquishing my control on the situation in my home, and to allow EssieJ to take charge in the cleansing. That was very difficult for me. I kept wanting to step up (literally) and grab the sage out of her hand and "save her" from having to face things head on. But in giving her that "lead", the problems were, well, I can not say resolved, but they did calm down drastically and almost immediately.
On my side of this country, I am struggling with the thoughts and dreams, that SHE is to be his mentor. In my DREAMS I am told that the reason for our three miscarriages before his blessed joining with us, and the reason for there being almost twelve years separation between my children's births were so that EssieJ would be his guide.
Maybe HE is the White Buffalo...

Hi WB.
Daggers?
Why would anyone play a game that involved throwing daggers? Let alone with your child, that's crazy, and they both died. Now you have told me that I am inclined to think that there was more to what happened than just a sporting accident, how did they both manage to get injured, I know what game you mean, my mother and her sisters used to play it as kids with butter knives lol. I know the aim of the game and I don't understand how they would sustain injuries together. Did you have his name? You need to contact him or at least try find out if they are at peace.

I do not know how I did this, but I missed out on commenting on a couple of comments, before this one. Sorry fellow site-rs!

Demonboy, (no, I do not think you chose the name as a link to that side. But Angelboy just sounds a bit... Not right, right?!😊) Thank you so much for your comment and the prayers you added to your life for this family. It sets my mind at a bit more ease knowing that we (in my home) are not the only ones praying for their souls. Thank you for enjoying my stories, even when they do get a bit freaky at times.
On the aura thing, can certain situations CHANGE your aura? Or do you just HAVE an aura permanently? Thanks again.

Athena, thank you for that. I hope that I am over analyzing this and that nothing more, on this realm, will happen because of the hospital visit. I just can not seem to shake the feeling that I missed something though. I do not know if it is because I stood there like a mute and just stared. Or that I could not get passed the thought that this man chose this sport to play with his son. Or if it was simply because I watched this whole thing play out and HAD NO CONTROL over any aspect of it. My son had been ill for about three weeks, just "off" really, but he truly got SICK on Super Bowl Sunday.
I wonder... Was someone PREPARING him for this "sight" by creating the illness, somehow?

Flutter, (I just love your name, Hun. I get such a peaceful feeling when I set my eyes on it.) Actually, the son was in his early teens. I believe the news said that he was either thirteen or fourteen, and that brought this closer to home as I have a fifteen year old. Now, SHE did not enjoy the extra goodnight kiss, but then... Eh, who cares! It is a Mama's prerogative to be more affectionate when she wants to be. 😆 Thank you.

Hi WB. Your son's gift is amazing! I, too, would not have believed this story if your name wasn't on it! I have never been in the presence of someone who could read people like that or know things that they absolutely couldn't know. If I were the one there witnessing this event, between your son and this man, I think that I would have been overwhelmingly in shock and amazement! You have, in the past and possibly recently, witnessed a lot of your son's unique abilities, so you may be more you use to it by now. I don't know though. How do you get use to something like that?

Shelby ❤ 😊

A good story. I have the feeling the boy may of been near your sons age, and so the man wanted to see his boy through your son that night.
Once that happen he could have peace with his own soul.
I was once in a hospital for hemmorging and the nurse took me down the hall to bath. She sat with me so I would not fall down. On my way back to the bed I told her I HAVE TO VISIT THIS OLDER LADY RIGHT HERE FIRSt. The nurse didn't think that was a good idea. But I went to this ladies side, she had been brought in through the night with a heart attack.
I entered her room, I could see her aura it was gleaming white and she was like shinning herself. We talked a bit and I told her I would come back after I got dressed.
She was beautiful. I gave her a hug and kissed her on her cheek and told her she was so lucky to have a son that see her later.
I got to my room and I heard the heart machine go off... NO NO I said. She had died, and I believe I had to go to her room that day to make her feel good. I still can see her aura and that beautiful smile on her face when I left her room.
So we are guided to those who need us at that moment.

You are completely right, Joie. I sure did hug my children a bit tighter that night.
It is amazing that you can go into a situation expecting certain results (In this case, my son's return to health) and something else, something completely unrelated, will jump out at you and change what is it that you thought you were there to do.
Thank you for your comment.

Amazing little man you have! I pray that those two will be in peace forever. I bet you took that boy home and hugged him a bit tighter that night, knowing that the man's son was never going to come home.

What a story! I probably will never forget it!

Hey you asked me about your aura, well on that other page I posted what it could mean, thanks for the story, (I enjoy reading your stories for some reason more than others)
I will pray for the terrible fate of the 2 men and I hope others will too.

Demonboy!

The good thing about being a spiritual or religious person is that you can sometimes act on your intuition without overthinking and loosing your way. I happen to believe that you and your son were acting on that intuition- to the benefit of all. Please, don't second guess yourself in that respect. What a gift you gave that man. I believe we have kindreds unseen as we pass on. If we are lucky our living loved ones are there also. How lucky this man was to have two (living)gaurdian angels.

Kim I am impressed too. Good psychic work. Obviously you do have a gift. I'm fairly new to the site but I have seen you give very good advice and help many. Kudos.

You know, since Ohio, Kim and now FRAWIN have all voiced their concerns (rather loudly) I think I better get on with the "gathering of friends". If you all read my comments, you will see that I have been uneasy about this, and that IS why I tried to have this posted.
There is just something that I have either missed about that day, or something is just WRONG, you know?
Thank you, everyone. Please keep us in mind if you are prayers, if you are chanters, please add us.
Thank you.

Hello WB. My first reaction was like Ohiowatha's,if this had come from anybody except a select few I would have had to disregard it.
I feel there is more that lies ahead in this matter. I don't consider myself a psychic but there is this funny feeling that the "game" isn't over just yet.
We will talk later on this, I need to sort some things out in my head first. Take Care My Friend.

FRAWIN ❤

WB,
okay, okay. Get the large sage bush please. It may not hurt to just put SHane on stand by. WHEW!
I just went out to take a break and got into my truck to take a ride around a couple of blocks (it is only 5 degrees fareinheit here today, that is the high temperature also). All of the sudden I got a terrible headache right behind my eyes. I went back to my office building and parked. Thinking I would need to come in and take some thing for the pain. It had not been that long because I had just responded to your e mail. Well, I just have this over whelming urge that Daniel and someone very close to Daniel will be extremely sad, depressed and almost despondent.

I am not waiting until after work, I have out him on the prayer chain now.

God Bless! (PLEASE keep me posted - either through here or e mail- PLEASE)

WB,
Guidance and strength of emotion will be most important. I feel no 'dark' areas, just emotional and understanding. Sage would be great for all the positive energies as well as prayers. I will stop on my way home and aut Daniel on the prayer chain.

Please keep me posted.

God Bless!

Hi Ohio.
In all honesty, I WISH I could say that this was a made up account. This one, by far, has been the one experience that has me spooked the most. I do not know if it is the thought of this grown man, a FATHER to this child, decided that playing this game would turn out alright. Or the fact that my son saw his son, or at least talked to him while still in the hospital.
If you read through my responses in the story, even my husband (though you do not know me except through here) said I acted totally out of character after walking with this man down the hall.
I NEVER stand in doorways. I jump right in. I NEVER try to talk my way out of helping anyone (if it is within my power), but I tried to this day by explaining I had no medical knowledge. I even had the voice in my head saying "Do not leave him..." and I thought it meant the man, but now I am thinking maybe it was my SON I was not supposed to leave.
I do not know. But this one scared me the most.

Kat: I am sorry, I seem to have not answered on of your questions. I am not sure what the name of the "sport" was, but it did involve throwing dagger like knives. I am sorry, I do not know the name of those either, but I do not think they are still called daggers.

Hi Kim,
Is it something that I need to concern myself overly with, or is it something that may need a sage "bush" instead of "stick" for? Also, do I need to call on Shane for more help?

ok, that's it, I'm outta here. Tooooo creepy, too perfect. Just unbelievable--except that it's whitebuffalo and I TOTALLY believe every word of it. I gotta go take a walk, jump around, smack myself in the face a few times...

what an incredible planet! What an incredible species humans can be... Wow.

you're the best, WB, thanks so much for sharing!

WB,
please watch out for Daniel, I have a feeling much more support is needed and will be sought out by your and your family.

God Bless! Keep me posted :)

Kat: I hope so, I really do. If not I would be overjoyed also as I would take that as a sign that they both were able to Cross Over easily. Who knows, maybe Jerome was in the room with us and took his own Daddy home. Just as his Daddy said he wanted to.

Rhodes: Nope. Never once did I wonder why you were sharing a tapestry of the past with me. I thank you for that. I would not say that we UNDERSTAND what our son is going through, and everyday seems to bring more surprises, but what parent really knows everything their child is going to encounter? I do find myself trying to protect him a bit more than I did my EssieJ at her age, but then I have grown a bit more wise as to what they are seeing, too.

Kim: Thank you. Once again you have risen to the challenge, and you were NOT found lacking... Jerome's Dad's name was Daniel. 😉 You have come a long way, Baby! Keep it coming. I actually thought I put his name in the story also, but while reading it after it posted I saw that I did not. Amazing talent, my Dear.

WB,
another amazing happening! Thank you so much for sharing with us this wonderful story! It is going to the top of my favoites. How caring and understanding for all of your family at the ER that night to show empathy to a fellow patient and human being, regardless of the circumstances!

Thank you for sharing with us, and to your son for all that he is and can be!

God Bless!
(Does the name Danny or Dannie have any signifigance here?)

Thank you for your kind words. All I can say is that your son is lucky to have your acceptance and guidance. Being so perceptive of a world beyond what's tangible and "widely ucceptable" can sometimes make a child over-sensitive and even vulnerable not only to other fellow beings but to the forces that transcend our "reality".If one keeps a close look on the child, and like you and your husband understand his special abilities then your little one is a little safer from whatever is trying to approach him. Ever more importantly, he will learn to accept these abilities as a gift rather than a curse. You might be wondering why I'm telling you all this! I think you can read though my words and know.
Thanks for your patience ❤

Still possible that you could see him WB, he may pay a visit.
What actually happened to them? What sport were they palying.

No, Kat, Unfortunately the son died on his way to Indianapolis and the Father died during the night of complications in surgery.
It would be interesting to be able to see him again, though...

Were they both ok?
Have you met the man since? It would be interesting to meet him again and discuss what happened that day.

Thank you, Rhodes. We, too, think he is a miracle with his sight firmly planted in both planes of existence. I have to admit, when he called the mans son by name, my heart dropped to my feet and I probably left a bit of it there on the floor of the hospital. The sad part was I knew, at that moment, that his son did not make it, (the man NEVER told me his sons name) but I could not tell the man. I could not speak.
I would appreciate ANY comment. We are all here to learn, and with our experiences we are drawn together through no real personal choice to do so. Just because you are new to this site does not mean that your words can not inspire, encourage, calm, or make someone think.
Thank you again for your comment.

Whitebuffalo,this is a story that goes straight to my favourite list! I will most definitely avoid making any "wise" comments as I'm new to this site and my knowledge concerning the paranormal is very-very limited while others have life long experiences. One thing is for sure though, you have a very gifted and loving child!
Looking forward to your next story ❤