AIBU to ask you what's the most uplifting / beautiful woo experience you've had?(52 Posts)
Because that other thread has freaked me out too much!
Any lovely woo experiences?
("Woo" refers to the noise a ghost makes woooooooooo)
When I was about 8 months pregnant with DC2 my FIL was terminally ill. Because of how fast he was fading we decided to have an extra scan to find out the sex of the baby and tell only him. Scan date was booked but he went downhill further so we travelled to be near.
On the morning he passed away DH was able to be with him and little DD and I went very shortly after he passed. As I was driving towards the house where he was I heard him say 'it's a boy, and I know it's a boy'. It felt really comforting at the time.
Sure enough DC2 turned out to be a boy and carries his grandfathers middle name as his own.
Aaaw that beautiful - sorry for your loss
Walking the dog at my sil's the other weekend, we went past a bowling green and it reminded me so strongly of my Grandad. Started talking fondly of him to my dh and noticed a beautiful white feather slowly floating down right in front of me.
I picked it up and put it in my handbag and plan on carrying it with me for a while.
I don't know how woo this is.. but one of my parents cats had refused to eat properly when my dad started getting ill (before we even knew he was.) She would only eat a few of those tiny dreamie treats. Then my dad died and we had the funeral, got home and were sat chatting and laughing about him whilst inside knowing he was in the creamatorium right about then.. and the cat started wolfing down a huge bowl of food that was meant for the other cat. It felt like she could now relax as he was at peace, or something.. It was just so weird she hadn't eaten for 6 months and got her appetite back at that moment!
We had a poppy bush in our garden, that in all the years we'd lived there had never produced any flowers. My DF died at 54, and the following morning I came downstairs early and looked outside and there, in the garden, flowered a single most enormous bright red poppy.
That was 17 years ago and I still remember.
I was just shy of 4 weeks pregnant and had done a negative pregnancy test that morning. Disappointed and a bit puzzled as I'd felt pregnant somehow. That afternoon I was on an escalator and just had the clearest thought and a strange spacey feeling and u was almost irritated thinking: "[dd name ] is late. She is supposed to be here now." I went home and told my dh with total certainty that I'm pregnant, it's a girl and her name is [dd name ]". Its not a name I had on a list or had even thought about and my h wasn't that convinced by it although i was adamant that's her name and she's coming. He thought I'd gone a bit nuts tbh.
When she was born he just looked at me and said "yes of course it's [dd name]".
I had a very difficult pregnancy. Lots of medical supervision and concern whether I would be able to carry dd to term. But while I was concerned about the delivery and how far along I'd be able to carry her I had an unshakeable conviction that she was coming.I didn't know what shape she or I would be on health wise when she got here bug I just knew she was supposed to come.
I am not prone to woo stuff generally. Except the time I traveled to see my parents and packed a funeral outfit and my mother died and again I had that wierd spacey feeling of knowing something and packing this black formal outfit knowing I'd need it. But that time was less fun.
Yes - I was finding life tough last March - a friend who had died was giving me the motivation I needed to get through... I was driving along and said in my head to him "please give me a sign to show me you're around - I'm finding things so hard " - he gave me a sign in around 20 secs
Also I thought a few weeks before it would've been the birthday of my deceased friend how nice it would be if I could have some sort of sign from him in his birthday to show he was around - something lovely happened on his birthday something he knew I'd like !
The first time I visited my daddy's grave a black cat came and sat on his grave and wouldn't leave me alone.
He was obsessed with cats but ONLY black ones.
Never used to believe in woo - bloke I worked with said after his mum died bird flew in the window he said "that's my mother". I was like yeah right ( not out loud!) then same thing happened day after my mum died! Bird flew in to living room , bold as brass, settled on settee!
for so many losses - I saw a white dove on the roof of the hospital 2 days after my DM died & wondered if it was her. It was my due date & when DH & dd1 were with me, dd1 was eating something, offered it to me, then to DH, then turned round & offered it to thin air (I'd forgotten that!).
Another time, I dreamt I was in my old primary school. I realised it was a dream and thought "great! I can look for my mum" but I couldn't find her. The next day, I was dusting a rarely dusted area and a line of tiny feathers rose and landed on me in the shape of a heart.
The night my dad died mum was freaking out and wanted me to check no one in the street would see his body getting taken away. I looked out the window and I swear every cat in the neighbourhood was between our front door and the hearse. At least 20 but maybe more, some were in buses or under cars or on top of walls but most were just standing on the pavement. My dad talked to every cat and i swear I knew they were there to say goodbye. It was amazing I have never see this many cats in one place. The undertakers weren't phased at all and said it happens a lot.
And I swear cats know this story and every time I'm sad I can find a cat within a couple of mins. Obviously at home where I have 3 but whenever I am a cat will appear and let me pet it or talk to it long enough to feel my dad telling me to hold up my chin, get it done and don't let the bastards grind you down.
Arse, I'd forgotten about the daily fail.
My mum died over a decade ago. At very difficult times in my life since then, I have had a very clear feeling that she is sitting next to me. It gives me great comfort, even though I'm resolutely non woo in general.
Whenever I've had a difficult personal situation I always see a rainbow as if to give me the courage of my conviction.
Very shortly before my youngest was conceived, i was twice asked how many children I had. Told them I had one more than I did and had to correct myself, a bit to my embarrassment.
Also , a few times when we were keaving somewhere with the children, I had the sense that one was missing.
We had been planning another, eventually in the future but wanted to leave a much bigger gap. It was like they were hovering in those few weeks before, with very different plans.
My dds and I went to visit my df's grave, it was pouring with rain. I said 'dad the weather is shocking, it's raining cats and dogs (a term my df used) and within 10 seconds the rain just suddenly stopped, clouds parted and sun shone.
Aww these are lovely. A couple of weeks after by beloved Dad died, I was minding my own business chatting to a friend on my sofa (weirdly we were talking about reiki and energy), and as we were talking the whole atmosphere in the house completely changed. I felt as though the top of my head had been flipped open and pure, distilled happiness had been poured into me. It wasn't Ott like euphoria or anything, just very pure, very grounded, total happiness. It lasted about ten minutes and I just sat there grinning and basking in it. I'd never felt such pure, natural contentment. It gradually faded gently, and I just knew it was my Dad showing me that a) he was happy (he'd had an awful illness and dementia) and b) that I could be happy (I've had depression on and off since I was 9 and had never felt happy; he was always my best friend and said over and over that he wanted me to be happy)
My Dad was a DJ and when I'm driving I often ask him to play songs. One time I requested a particular song. 2 minutes later lots of interference and said song started. The song wasn't current either so quite odd. Also when he died we played a song about rainbows and it was a day of heavy snow. Yet after his funeral there was a big rainbow
Another cat one.
My mum died in an August and it was fairly humid that summer so my dad had the French doors open. The night she died a random cat turned up being very affectionate to all of us.
It visited every night until the funeral.
My Goddaughter died from leukemia when she was 17. At the church service for her funeral a large butterfly fluttered down and landed in front of her DM, where it stayed for pretty much the duration of the service.
I don't believe in this stuff normay but that was definitely woo.
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