posted on Sep, 13 2006 @ 01:14 PM
Hi Lombozo -- well, you're getting a nice little cross-section of opinions here, so as always, you'll be compelled to reach your own conclusions,
based on your instincts about your son's (and your OWN) reactions and whichever responses feel most right to you.
As to your question 'can children see dead people':- I was a child once and yes, once I saw a dead person which I clearly remember. He was
amongst a group of workmen tidying up a grave before a funeral in a village in the North of England.
I saw him; no-one else did apparently, although he and the vicar were communicating. I suspect now, from an adult perspective, that their discussion
may have been on a non-verbal level, although as a child of five, I believed they were communicating in the usual sense. The 'dead person' in
question was a young man and although very calm and good natured, he was letting the vicar know that he didn't want to be buried. Quite possibly,
he'd died in an accident and didn't realise he was dead and/or didn't 'feel' dead ... or simply didn't want to be dead.
Whatever the case, I followed this brief discussion between the deceased man and the vicar with rapt attention, although non of the many adults
present seemed aware it was happening. In the end, I apparently began shouting out to the vicar: " He doesn't WANT to go ! He doesn't WANT to !
" ('go' in this instance meaning 'to be buried', to 'go' to wherever dead people go). The reason being that the vicar was gently telling
the deceased young man: ' Come on lad -- everyone's waiting. It's time to go now.' To which the young man replied, just as courteously: ' I
don't want to.' This continued for several minutes, at which point, in defence of the young man, I did the unthinkable for a child in such
circumstances, and 'made a fuss' by shouting out to the vicar --- because to my child's mind, the vicar was failing to understand what the young
man was clearly telling him; i.e., that he simply did not want to go/be buried.
Next I knew, I woke up at home, in my own bed. I'd been awakened by my parents arguing downstairs and distinctly remember my mother shouting at my
father, because it was his mother who'd taken me to the funeral. My mother shouted at him: 'She had NO right taking a young child to a funeral
!'. In later years I learned that after shouting out to the vicar in the young man's defence, I'd collapsed in a small heap and had been rushed
home with a lot of tut-tutting from the elders who'd had their funeral ruined by my outburst.
I've seen a few dead people aka ghosts as an adult. Not many. They appeared quite alive: no wailing about in shrouds or ghostly fingers etc.
Nope, they looked just like anyone else, with one exception: the ghosts I see don't have any legs below the knee area. I don't know if that's a
lapse of attention on my part or theirs.
Once, I took one of my teenage children to a dowser who was widely recommended in the area by local doctors and dentists. Because he used rods rather
than pendulums, his work-space was spacious: basically double the size of an average room and quite long. I sat to one side silently, while he paced
the length of his room towards my daughter, the rods dipping, crossing etc. from time to time. He was an extremely well-informed man and had all the
then-latest technology to shield his work space from electrical and other interference. He didn't seem at all 'wacko': just calm, taciturn,
concentrated. He prescribed a variety of herbal and other extracts for my daughter (which later proved to be quite effective). He had a busy
schedule, so there was no waste of time or chat. As we were in the process of departing, he suddenly turned to me absently and said: ' By the way,
ever since you came into the room, I've been seeing two men standing behind you. One is older and the other wears a military uniform -- WW2 vintage
by the look of it.'
Surprised, I launched half a dozen questions at once, to which he replied that he didn't have time or inclination to go into it further but had just
wanted to let me know, in case it held significance for me.
Well, it did, particularly the man in military uniform, for I had recently begun researching my father's brother, who was a Glider Pilot who'd been
killed in WW2 and for whom, inexplicably, I had always felt a strong bond and attachment. He died before I was born, so there has never been a
logical explanation for my bond with him. Actually I saw this deceased relative once when I was a child -- I forgot to mention it above as I don't
classify him as a ghost, more a protective spirit. Whatever the case, the dowser saw someone behind my shoulder; someone who may well have been the
uncle in question. And the older man also seen may well have been that uncle's own father: my grandfather, to whom I was close.
I'm not a great conscious meditator -- always mean to start practising meditation but never seem to make the time. But on a few occasions I've
tried, and twice, years ago, I saw the two men in question (uncle and grandfather). They were in a dark landscape, off in the distance, watching me.
At the time, I thought I must have imagined it. But after the dowser said he saw the two men behind my shoulder, I'm not so sure. Perhaps they are
there -- maybe not always, because I'm sure they have other things to do. Or, perhaps 'dead people' are able to split off a portion of their
spirit to watch over specific others, in the same way we may be able to attach a portion of our consciousness (without realising we're doing it) to
'ride along' with our children or other loved ones and watch over them, keep an eye out for their welfare -- a protective bubble of love that we
send out to hover around them.
If the dowser (and many others) are correct, spirits may sit behind the shoulders of the living. In which case, this may be what your son has seen.
Your description certainly sounds as if he's seeing something. That's how it seems to you, and you know his every gurgle and burp. Sorry it upsets
him from time to time, but where there's good, there's also bad. Possibly he sees bad ones occasionally. Why not toss salt over your shoulder when
he cries and see if that gets rid of the bad ones? That's what my father always did. It's a belief that has history. And praying (to whatever you
believe in) for your son's protection would not go astray either.