I don't believe in woo stories, but...

[justanothernameonthewall]

Its the anniversary of my grans funeral and I have just rescued 2 starlings from in the walls of my house. Starlings in the house mean a deceased one is sending you a message.

Right after my gran died storm Ellen appeared, which was gran's name. Bit coincidental, I thought. But, right after Ellen came storm Francis. My grandad, who died when my mum was a child was called Frank, short for Francis. Although she had remarried, my gran was buried next to Frank. Wonder if he came along to pick her up in that storm!?

Anyone else have any strange coincidences?

So many here too.

A few days after my nan's funeral, my DM went out shopping for the first time. First store she went in, a song from my nan's funeral was playing.

Similarly, a few months after my nan passed, I was rushing up the street to get to an exam that I was stressing about. Suddenly, a white feather floated down right in front of me and landed at my feet. It felt so lovely. I was on a main road too, so no trees or anything around.

DMIL normally sees a little robin on her mother's grave when she goes to visit. She's got so many photos.

I very rarely saw white feathers (dh allergic) but I saw loads after the cat died 😭, one was stuck quill down in his little grave.

We heard him in the house for ages afterwards.

Robins and white feathers mean a lot to me too.

I lived somewhere once, where my dog would growl at a corner of the room. She would suddenly bark uncontrollably, in the middle of the night. My friend, a psychic medium, came to visit me, stepped inside my house, stopped dead and said "there is spirit here, can't you sense it?" She then did a pray or ritual and "showed them the light". She told me afterwards that it was a man. I always felt very uncomfortable when I was undressing or anything. Weird feeling! My dog was much more at peace afterwards. Yes, I do believe in ghosts and woo woo!

Really enjoying this thread. So comforting to those who have lost their loved ones..

My MIL died and we had no symbols or anything at all . Then about a year later we visited a lovely gardens which she also loved to visit and we were talking about her saying how much we missed her and sat under a bench that had a signpost to different areas . Just as we sat down a robin appeared and sat in the middle of the signpost and stayed there until we got up .

I know it’s probably coincidence but we have a robin with her name on , on our Christmas tree . So it was comforting to us .

How can it be the anniversary of your nans death when storm Ellen and Francis were in August?

Dished they were storms last February, 2020. Hence the anniversary. Google it!

[quote SomersetHamlyn]**@IndigoJewel* When my best friends grandad died they were sat in his house sorting through his things, when a Robin flew in the living room window and landed on the coffee table...best friends brother put his hand out and the Robin climbed on and just sat there on his hand for a few minutes, before they took it outside and it flew off. I wouldn't have believed it in a million years but they all managed to get photos and videos on their phones!*

omg hun thts mad loololololol[/quote]
Shut up Hamlyn you dickweed

Loving this thread. Yes, I believe in woo as it's called on MN. I've delved into esoterics quite a bit over my life.

Love robins and white feathers too. Like pp I believe feathers mean that angels are around. You can always ask for their help.

I have loads of dreams featuring my old cat as if she were alive. To me, it makes me think she is still there and she remembers I still love her

They were in August OP, Jorge was february

In the day of DH's funeral, I made coffee in the pod machine for everyone in the house (8 of us). In the foam of mine, the last one I made, there was the shape of an angel. I know it was just the drips from the pod forming an interesting pattern which by coincidence looked like an angel with wings. I know that. The other 7 coffees made before did not look like this though. I think the mind likes to see patterns that are meaningful. I have also seen white feathers around my house since he passed, I have no feather duvets or pillow as DH didn't like them, so no idea where they have come from.

Oh another one. Once i woke up with ed sheerans song "small bump" playing repeatedly in my head. (song about his friends mjscarriage) I woke up really upset by it and no matter how many other songs i listened to on youtube, that one song would not leave my head. I was 12 weeks pregnant and miscarried the next day.

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@DishedUp J comes after E and F in the alphabet... storms are alphabetical each year. Also, there was something weird with Jorge from what I remember, maybe thats what has you confused. Its pretty easy to Google the UK met Office storm names and their dates to check.

Was watching Gordon Ramsey’s kitchen disasters and three family members names were the stars”. Gordon was appalled and disappointed with them

Then was helpin ds with homework and two family names were mentioned along with two unusual and specific incidents from the past. Just coincidence! Not woo at all really.

I live in whst was my aunties house before she died. One day when my son was about 5 he asked me who the lady with the dog was, I asked what he meant and he said there was an old lady with a little dog in my bedroom. My aunt slept in that room with her toy poodle who was her pride and joy. He even told me the dog was scared of the rain which this dog was. He’s autistic and I’d never mentioned my aunt to him.
That properly freaked me out, I’ll be honest!

@DishedUp that is weird as you're right about the met Office names, it does go straight to Jorge- there were storms called Ellen and Frank in Feb 2020, though. Tbf I was pretty upset at the time and didn't confirm they were the official names- just thought it was a nice coincidence !
Link for the storms- they did exist!
www.google.com/amp/s/www.dailystar.co.uk/news/latest-news/uk-weather-storms-ellen-francis-21492204.amp

FIL died a long time ago, well before I was on the scene let alone his grandchildren.

DD1 was tiny, maybe around three or four weeks old and I'd taken her to see MIL. DH was working. I took baby out of the car and put the car seat on the ground. A ladybird landed on her nose and sat there sunning itself for around 3 minutes.

Me and MIL decided to take that as FIL visiting to check out the baby .

Things got a little strange when FIL died. A couple of days before DH and I were in the kitchen and he suddenly asked if I could smell matches being struck which was strange, no open windows. DH who thinks anything remotely woo is ridiculous, looked really freaked out. Apparently his Dad used to say he could periodically smell matches.

After the funeral we had a picture that FIl had owned. I was gardening and came in for a break and the pictures fell off the wall. Put it back up, went out again and was bending down over a raised bed digging stuff out when a white feather landed right in front of my face.

Couple of days later I was working in the garage and the box that had held FIL’s clock that DH had brought back wth him, fell out the rafters and made me jump, Went back inside to get a cuppa as I had been concentrating and the noise had startled me. Found the two dimmer switch knobs in the living room that I had to walk past to get to the kettle were off the switch on the floor below it.

Then had 2 occasions when I got out of bed and found I was laying on pennies which was a bit strange, had never happened before and hasn’t after. That was all over the period of a few weeks.

When my Auntie (DM’s sister) was dying from cancer, she always used to say she would send us signs that she was still with us after she passed.
My mom asked her to put a single white feather in a very unusual place that would have no other explanation as to how it got there.
My beloved auntie eventually passed on and a good few years later, my mom was at work and the sleeve of her dress was irritating her terribly. Now I must say this dress hadn't been worn and washed multiple times as it was her uniform (we work together). She was scratching her arm all day & as we sat down for lunch she couldn’t take much more so she rolled the sleeve up and we could see something poking out the stitching. She pulled whatever it was out, and there it was a single white feather. She laminated it and has it in her phone case to this day. I will NEVER ever forget that day.

Sorry had been worn and washed multiple times

I'm quite woo and had the “bird in the house meaning a death” superstition in the family from childhood until we came to live in this house, when, thankfully, it no longer seems to tie in with deaths.
The way the harbinger bird would appear in the house was always a bit odd, with often no explanation for how they could have got there, or they behaved abnormally.
One example of many, we were living in a town when my sister died, and the bedroom sash window was opened at the top by about four inches. We woke up to two swallows, caught between the lace curtain and the window pane, just sitting quietly.
And I got a bird in the car for my father's death.

When I went to my birth mother's grave the morning after her burial, the tree nearby was full of magpies. I have never seen so many together at one time, there must have been fifteen of them. I had always thought of her as a magpie, as she had a junk shop years ago, and specialised in vintage jewellery, which she adored, and I like to think they were paying their respects.

I've never had the white feather thing to date. I haven't particularly believed in that, and I haven't noticed any appearing around the place with a non woo connotation.

My parents moved near to the coast to be close to my Nan as she got older. On the morning of her funeral I went to walk on the beach at 6:00am as that is what I did with my Nan as a child.

It was a standing joke in our family that everyone who visited my parents saw seals at that beach. In 10 years of visiting I never had.

As I walked along the beach a seal popped it’s head up only a few yards from the beach and appeared to be looking at me - as I walked it swam alongside me for a few minutes..

I actually found that very comforting.

A few months later I was driving to work early in the morning and was thinking about my Nan when a deer jumped over the wall and ran across the road in front of me. Not unheard of in that area but still comforting

Very happy you rescued the starlings. I love them.
I had a robin in my house the week after my Dad died. It appeared in a room and perched on the back of a chair for a while. It had flown in through an open door downstairs but had come through the conservatory, into the kitchen, up stairs and then into the sitting room where I was.