I have been needing a new cell phone and iPAD for awhile, and have been procrastinating making an appointment, because I had a really bad experience in the past and lost all my data. All my pictures and contacts … GONE. So, this time, I made sure that all my information was backed up in that cloudy thing (iCloud), before my appointment. My husband came with me for moral support, in case I had a mental melt down in public if everything got lost again. (If you’re thinking “dramatic,” what I say to that is, I hope you never lose your pictures … vacations, family, special moments. IT SUCKS!)
We had to wait for about 15 minutes for the first available salesperson, and my nerves were on edge. Our salesperson was a young man, he told me my options, then told me to go pick out the color phone I wanted. I was sitting, so I got up to go look at the floor samples to pick out a color for my phone. On my way back to the table, I felt off. As I went to sit down, I had to grab hold of the table because it felt like I was falling forward and then everything around me felt like it was falling. I had to hold on tight so I wouldn’t fall over. I looked at my hubby, then the salesperson, and it took me a minute to get myself together. I told them that I felt like the whole room was tilting and I was falling. My husband understood what was happening to me, but this poor young man, he was just looking at me with huge eyes.
Then the hot neck and head started. I was sweating. I couldn’t concentrate on what the young man was saying to me and I was burning up. I could feel a male presence standing behind me. I had to excuse myself and take a walk outside. I needed to get rid of this spirit, and by the time I took a walk and went back in, the spirit backed off. He was still there, but he wasn’t right up on me. As we were finishing and everything was transferring, I had the worst chills. Not on the outside, it felt like my bones were chilled. I couldn’t wait to get out of there.
We left the phone store and went out to dinner. I could still feel the male presence, and the bones chills would not stop. I could see that he died from a bad fall and he was disoriented when he died. I could not see where he was or what he fell off of. I kept seeing myself falling forward, and everything around me was moving. He made me feel that his death was a horrible accident, and he was young. Gone too soon. Finally, I think he realized I could just listen to his story, but I couldn’t help him. Slowly my chills went away and he left.
This incident really bothered me. It is still bothering me. Should I have stood up at the phone store and tried to figure out who the male presence belonged to? Am I that open all of a sudden, that I am going to have all these crazy experiences every where I go now? I have to tell you, it scared me and unnerved me that I had a hard time controlling it and that I am not going to be able to keep quiet. So, when I feel that a strong presence wants to be heard, should I take my chances and tell a total stranger that their dead loved one is with me?
These experiences are becoming a turning point for me. My battle is with myself. Do I care if someone thinks I am crazy? Or do I care more that I may just give someone closure and comfort?