AIBU to ask you what's the most uplifting / beautiful woo experience you've had?

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Because that other thread has freaked me out too much!

Any lovely woo experiences?

("Woo" refers to the noise a ghost makes woooooooooo)

I was sat on the sofa talking to DP one afternoon, very shortly after I got pregnant with DD. We were discussing telling the family and general baby stuff. This sounds odd, but from nowhere (and I wasn't thinking about them) came the smell of my grandparents bathroom from when I was a child. A mixture of Matey bubble bath, old fashioned soap, my GDads aftershave... nothing that we had in the house that would make the smell. It was sudden and so strong it was as if I'd just stepped into the room. It faded after a while but stayed for a good few minutes, enough that I commented on it to DP. Was so strange.
I was absolutely devastated when my GDad died when I was a teen, and always worried that I never dreamed about him or got any kind of sign he was missing me. I try to think that it was his sign, and he'd just waited for a special time to send it.

When my dad died, my mum and I had an appointment at the crematorium and she had to go through a few questionnaires about two previously cremated relatives,when we moved their ashes to a more accessible area together with my dad's ashes. It was awful! Afterwards, to raise our moods we called into the local garden centre to mooch around and have food. I put my arm out to look at those dangly decorations with names on. I put my hand out at random and when I looked it was the name my dad went by. Not the full name but the shortened version as he was known and it was out of sequence to the alphabetical list. I jumped a mile and moved on not to upset my mum. I wish I had bought it as I believe it was a sign of comfort from my dad. I checked when I went home and they do not make the name I saw. I did not imagine it.
Also I ploughed my way through sorting out his many affairs, it took a month, after which I dreamt about him, he came to me and shook my hand for sorting everything out. I'm tearful now remembering it!

I'll probably sound insane but I swear it's true and I don't tell many people as I get the 'yeah, sure it did...' look.

I went to a visit a new place, there was a church there which was a tourist attraction. I'd been round the town and thought I'd go have a look round this church before I left. Went in and admired the interior and then saw something very odd. In the centre of the church was an enclosed childrens play area, in the centre of that play area sat a person. I think. They were sat cross legged on the floor, no shoes, with very plain, simple golden yellow clothes. Pale skin, serene look and after lots of furtive glances I couldn't figure out if it was a lady or a man. This was in Winter, it was freezing, I had a big coat and woolies on so did the 2 wardens. The church was closing and one warden locked the entrance door, she met her colleague at the exit and I went to leave. I walked out and looked back thinking about what they'd say to the mysterious visitor and they both walked out and one locked the door.
I felt such a sense of peace I think I glimpsed an angel

My youngest son has severe SEN & because of his many issues I sometimes I end up sleeping on a sofa in his room. About a year ago I was there in one of my nights of despair & my mum was there. It was so real that I swear I could feel the pressure of someone sat on the other end of the sofa & her stroking my hair like when I was a child & she told me everything was ok. My mum died 2.5 years ago, I'm not religious or a believer in the afterlife (my mum was both). I know it was a dream, but it gave me great comfort. It's never happened again. I miss her every day.

I had quite a woo experience connected with religion.
When I went to university, I had only previously met three people in total who actively claimed religious faith, then I was put sharing a room with a very evangelical Christian. Because of this, I ended up going to various outreach events and services with her and thinking about my own views on religion more than I had previously.
One day I was walking home and it had just started to snow, and I was thinking about how awkward it is that 'no proof' is hard to distinguish from 'not true' when it comes to religion. I had literally just concluded with some kind of frustrated thought about how things would be much easier and I'd feel much more comfortable participating in things with my friend if God provided some sort of supernatural sign of existence, when a movement caught my eye and I looked up to see an A5 piece of paper swirling in the snow above me. It landed perfectly at my feet, facing me, completely dry...and was an invitation to a CU meeting.
I did go to the meeting - I felt that after that, I couldn't really not!

Another one. When my son was one we stayed at my dad's house and I was using a portable stair gate (they are pants, never again)
My son was having a toddle round upstairs and leant on the stair gate and it gave way. My stomach flipped and it was like it was in slow mo, I knew I couldn't girl myself after him or I'd crush him. I watched helplessly as he fell but when he got to the bottom and was about smack his head off the wall it stopped, about 5 inches away, just froze. I practically fell down the stairs to get to him but there wasn't a mark in him. My mum died 11 years ago, I'm sure she was there

Hurl myself not girl myself!

I'm sure I heard angels singing. I sang in a choir and we stopped singing. About two seconds Adter we stopped, I heard a glorious sound-beatific it filled me with joy and then stopped. No one else heard it.

My mum passed away almost two years ago. Dad and I were sitting with her, just after I had said to dad that she had gone I felt her hug me. It was hot, I was wearing a vest top and I felt a warm hug just as mum had always hugged me. I think about her every day and occasionally get a really strong sense that she is here, last time was in a library. I hadn't been into a library for years and joined my local one three weeks ago. I was browsing and got such a strong sense of her that it was as through she was right there with me. I didn't believe in life after death but I believe there is something now, I'm not quite sure what.

When I moved out with dh (then dp) my parents would come to visit and bring our much loved family dog. She was a funny little soul and would sniff around the stairs, she would always stand on the first step, sometimes up to the second- but never go up them, despite me telling her she could. It became a little family joke. my mum said 'the next time she comes she will go up the stairs'

shortly after that visit, we were absolutely devastated when she had to be put down unexpectedly. I cried myself to sleep holding her 'Spiderman' ball that night. In the middle of the night I woke up to go to the bathroom and I heard her collar jingling, when I sat up in bed I saw her standing at my bedroom door.

I leapt out of bed and chased her onto the landing and down the stairs, when I ran around the corner she had gone.

My mum was right, she visited my house one last time and she came up the stairs to find me.

My grandad recently died and for weeks while he was really poorly and almost at the end my dm kept asking him to send us sign that he is ok once he had gone, she asked for rainbows and butterflies.
A few weeks back my ds2 was really acting up and due to stress/anxiety/depression I screamed at him like a banshee (not proud of it!) and I was wailing and sobbing I took myself off to lie on my bed just to get away from the situation. Lo and behold above my side of the bed on the ceiling was a butterfly! I instantly thought of my grandad and started calming down. I lay looking at it for a while.
I'm scared of flying creatures so I had to wait for dp to move it. He nudged it with his walking stick and it landed in his shoulder! He walked it out the front door where it quickly flew away down the road. Just as he sat down, he told me it had just flew back in from behind me where I was standing at the open front door as the dc were playing outside. It went upstairs into ds1's roomso we caught it and took it back outside - never came back!

I'd like to think that was my grandad coming to me when I was so upset.

Thank you all so much for sharing such personal and beautiful stories.

Simone that's amazing!

The angel stories are giving me nice shivers.

Thanks for starting this thread OP - I loved recalling the nice memories

I categorically do not believe in woo things.

But the day after my DDad died of cancer, there was a week of stunning rainbows.

Months later, when we were attending a special dinner that we would have gone to with him and that was raising money for his hospice, there was another amazingly bright rainbow.

And on the two occasions I've dreamed of him, I've awoken to see a bright, beautiful rainbow in the sky.

I know, scientifically, that it's just a coincidence, but in my head I now say 'Hi Dad,' when I see a rainbow.

I used to be huge sceptic but certain things have changed my mind...

Dad definitely hung on until he saw his good friend (and stirred from semi coma enough to answer his questions and shake his hand) and to see his brother one last time.

We are from a culture that doesn't really believe in seeing feathers after a loved one passes but the day of my mum's funeral was v icy and my mum knew I hated driving when it was frosty/ snowy. I saw a line of distinct 'feathers' made of frost on my car windscreen. I checked all the nearby cars but only my car had the feathers. I took that to mean the angels were telling me my mum was safe and I wasn't scared when I drove.

When I was very recently pregnant with my first child, I had a very vivid dream about the baby. In the dream, the baby was a girl and she was the loveliest thing I'd ever seen. I was holding her in my dream and had the most wonderful, fulfilled and peaceful feeling.

Fast forward a few months and I had a terrible labour. I was terrified for much of it. However, when they handed me my daughter all the awfulness went away. My very first thought was simply 'I know you'. I felt such wonder and love and the same feeling from my dream. She was my 'dream baby', I am certain of it.

My daughter is 6 now and loves to hear that story.

I don't generally believe in woo things, but I had a dream once -

In the dream, I was in a hospital bed, and I knew I was dying. My sister was there with me, and she asked me if I was afraid, and I said no, to comfort her, but really I was terrified. I'm one of the people who is really worried about and afraid of death.

Anyway, in the dream, just before I die, I have this enormous feeling of relief - that it's over now, that I can look back on my life without a single regret, the good and the bad, because that was it, it's complete and beautiful in its own way. Then I die, and I feel my consciousness - dissipating outwards, and fading, but there's no fear at all, just this immense feeling of peace.

When I woke up, I was honestly surprised that I was alive and it took me a few moments to realise what was happening. But it's the most spiritual experience I've ever had, especially as I believe that dreams are symbolically powerful anyway.

We have a rosebush in our garden that was passed down to me by my aunty who had it for about 60 years. It's flowered every year for the 12 years I've had it, in 3 different houses including one garden where no other plants would grow. It's probably just coincidence but it always sticks in my head as a lovely thing.

My Dad died 13 years ago. Recently I knew I was going to be having a very tough conversation, and was worried. The night before I dreamt of my Dad lying in bed, and I was able to go over and give him cuddle and stroke his head. He gave me comfort and reminded me of how loved I am, even if through a dream.

I had a dream about my great aunt after she died. I hadn't known her well in life but after she died she appeared in the dream and gave me a dead flower but had a lovely warm smile on her face. I think the dead flower represented the fact I hadn't known her well in life but the warm look on her face I interpreted as she'd be there for me when I needed it

I was recently admitted to hospital very ill, through the night I knew I was going to be ok and felt my dad was watching over me.

I knew I'd conceived each time with all 3 kids just after sex. Very weird.

With DC 3 I took nine tests within a few days but all negative. I was so impatient! The night before the positive test I was out with DH for dinner, sitting outside ...he went to the loo and I looked up at the sky and thought "you know, this time I'm maybe not". I saw a shooting star :-) and I knew I was!

I was playing a card game called Fluxx (I'd recommend it), how to win changes depending on what cards you have/ are in play. For example, a card might say "pink wig" and another might say "a bunch of flowers" and another might have "you win if you have any colour 'wig card' and the 'bunch of flowers' card on the table".

I picked up a card that said something like "you win if (something) is in play and the captain is on the table" the bit in italics was a phrase my mum had misunderstood from a lullaby (my favourite as a child) my gran used to sing to her, and my mum used to sing to us.
My mum had died a couple of years previously & it felt like a "hi!".