What I would like to discuss is the deaths in my family. And an NDE (Near-Death-Experience). Now let's start off with this. My father died in the Croatian war for independence, I was 5 months old then. The weird thing is that before he went into war he told my mom
"You know, I'm not coming back from this one..."
She told him not to be foolish, but... Sadly seems he wasn't. A feeling from above, or just a normal war hunch?
Let's go on. My grandad, grandma, aunt and my mom, were in a car that we call "fićo" I believe its designation is fiat 150, it was a really fragile car, but yet they lived from a car crash in it. All four, just when you were going to think, hey it's just a crash, here I go with the surprise.
They were run over by an 18 wheels of steel, with a 17 ton trailer. It wasn't an easy recovery for them but, they recovered (except my grandparents, who are the dearest grandparents in the world, and drove a car just so my mom wouldn't have to send us to kindergarden, they were both in their late 60's at the time) who live to this day as invalids.
Now my mom, was dead, yes it keeps getting weirder. She died from suffocation. Gas from the, I think, boiler, leaked and she just slept to death. The doctors said, when she had awaken "I thought we lost you there". No one actually knows how she got back, we don't often discuss about that, not because it's a taboo, it just became normal to us.
She just said something about a great feeling of love and care and a bright light, but I sense there's more to that...
My grandma (on my father's side) was run over by a car about 4-5 years ago. Eyewitnesses say that they don't know what he was thinking. They describe it like this:
"He just kept his head down and crossed while the red light was on". He was also a great grandad. He supported my mom and us with everything he got, most of the money he got he gave to us, or just "threw" it to our bank account, without even a blink. He loved us as we were his own children, which in a way we were. I can't say the same for his wife, my grandma... But let's not be gossipers...
When I was about, I guess, 2, I fell into my neighbor's basement and cracked my head open. My mom says that I was soaked in blood so much she couldn't recognize me. My sis almost lost her eye to a cat once... Just so you don't think that made me hate cats I want to add to the story that I have a little cuddler myself... I love animals.
My mom also had a nervous breakdown on my father's funeral. Is it only me, or does it seems like we are cursed or something.
I remember my mom saying to me that I should quit my demonology studies (personal), angelical and so on because some things are better left alone. And she also told she was into that stuff too and made some wrong moves... Could that be it...
My very stupid uncle once put a, we call it "vražje rašlje"... Which would be something like "the devils fork", under the roof of their house... I hear he's schizophrenic now... But I don't know for sure.
And just to get the record straight... I study demonology but just because of that, I am not foolish as my uncle and I know what kind of s**t it can bring on a man, so I am on God's side... But to defeat something you must know it first.
read my story, hot and cold, see what you think.