During the early to mid 1990’s, in the early morning hours, I was sleeping on the couch in the front room in the family home. When all of a sudden I happed to wake up. In my view, I was looking in the direction of the dinning room. That was where I saw a dark image standing by the china cabinet.
Although the dinning room was dark, I was aware of what I was seeing. And even though, I couldn’t see the blotted out face, I knew who the person appeared to be. And I knew that it wasn’t my dad because he had passed years before.
While I was looking at this image, I felt fear come upon me. The first thought that came to me was to say to it, “I know that my dad is died and that you’re not my dad.” then I told whatever this was, to leave in the Name of Jesus! And so it left.
Another Story
I was laying on the couch in the front room. The dinning room was next to the kitchen so, I was able to see a direct view through the kitchen doorway. Again, I was awaken for no reason. I saw my dad standing near a kitchen cabinet.
This time, my dad was in living color. And there was a glow about his appearance. He had a pleasant look on his face. He was wearing his red plaid jacket that he would always wore. He kept motioning and pointing upward at the kitchen cabinet.
I didn’t do anything but, kept looking on as I was laying on the couch. I was aware that this image of my dad, appeared to be trying to tell me something. During this time, I had no fear whatsoever. I was calm and in wonder of what I was seeing. I felt no need to get up to see what “he” wanted me to see.
I can’t recall how long this image was there. But, after a while the image just vanished in thin air before my eyes. There was a night light in the kitchen. And where the image was, that area became darken after the image left. ( The next day I did go and searched in the area of the cabinet. I did find a card from my mother Lula’s sister, “Jenny.”)
After Thoughts:
When these incidents occurred, I was wide awake. I was in my right mind. I can’t explain what caused the images to appear. However, to me, all the incidents appeared very real to me. I was aware that I was aware of what I was witnessing.
Even in the darkness of the stillness of the night, the LORD has been with me. And I’m thankful for that. I wonder about paranormal experiences. I can’t disprove that this phenomena doesn’t existence. I believe that there are unexplained things that are there; crossing over into our realm to where we are allow to see things.
The LAST time I saw my dad, David Sr. alive on the earth.
That day was on Friday, October 6, 1989. That was a long day. He was moved from the hospital to a place where he had to stay until he was better to return home. He wasn’t happy to be there. He wanted to go HOME.
When I was leaving his room, my brother Isaac and his children were there with him. Our dad was sleeping. I went home to rest so I could come back the next day. And so, I thought.
By the end of the day, I was getting ready for bedtime. I had no trouble falling asleep in my room. Some how in the middle of the night, I awaken for no reason. It was dark and in my view this time was in the direction on my closet.
And while I was looking, I saw a glowing orang-ish white figure, like a ball of light, floating in my direction. I said “Oh, my GOD!” in a matter of fear and unbelief. Then, I closed my eyes. That’s all I recall.
I remember hearing the phone ring, in the early morning hours of October 7, 1989. I got up to find out who was calling. My sister, Mary came to tell me. She had to tell me twice because I didn’t get it the first time. She said that our dad didn’t make it.
When I heard ….didn’t make it, it was as though something that was on my shoulders left me. It was like a relief of some sort. Our dad was going through a lot of suffering, And I saw it.
About that glowing ball: I don’t think that was a ghost. I don’t know what it was. It wasn’t my imagination. Yes, it scared me. My goodness.
Eleven days before my dad’s passing: He was laying in his bed at the hospital. I was with him.( Later on,) I came to realize that he was talking out loud to the LORD. My dad said in a calm voice that he was dying.
I thought he was dreaming and talking in his sleep, because his eyes were close. So, I walked over to the other side of his bed to wake him up. But, his eyes opened before I could do so. He had a surprising look and smile on his face, looking above my head. And he was saying with a calm voice, Look at all my people. Look at all my people. Then he closed his eyes. I started crying hard and went in the bathroom. My eyes were blood shot red.
Then when I composed myself, I went back to his bedside. He asked me about the birds flying above his head. I told him that I didn’t see them. He was wanting me to take the jinx out out of him. I knew something was going on. I have never seen my dad like this. (My dad was yelling at the nurses on the day the I saw him last. He told them to get out. )
With all the things that my dad was saying, seeing and doing, this got me to thinking. I asked God, if my dad was dying, prepare us, the family for his passing. (I believe that God hears our prayers.)
Within these eleven days, I manage to go back to see my dad in the hospital. While I was there, with a few of my siblings, our dad asked me if I saw the people walking outside on the roof . And while he was saying this he said, they were gone, now.
I believe that my father was seeing was in the spirit realm. They said it was the medication that he was on. As for the “things” that I saw with those images, I wasn’t on any medication. I was aware of what I saw and what appeared to me. I can’t explain these happenings.
One Final Story
I did see my dad in a vision during the late hour of January 14 or in the early morning of January15, 1994. I was laying in my bed. I had finished praying. I was fully awake but, with my eyes closed. I couldn’t sleep. I was waiting in the silence.
While in the silence, I saw in the colored vision of my dad laying in his coffin as I saw him when he was on the earth. However, suddenly, I saw my dad’s eyes opened. I was asking God, what is this? What is this? Then my vision faded into the darken skies with the stars. Then I drifted off to sleep. I remember the vision.
In Loving Memory of my dad, David W. Blakley Sr.
We shall meet again face to face in person when the time comes.
Thanks for reading.
Images Of My Dad: Ghost Stories, I Think Not ~ Week 45 In 2022
R.I.P. Daddy Dave
Photo of my dad, David
November 12, 202 by;
God Bless
S. A. Blakley
Week 45 (Nov. 8-14): Ghost Story
Amy Johnson Crow ~ Generations Café ~ #52Ancestors 52 Weeks ~ facebook group
This week’s theme is “Ghost Story.” Any haunted houses in the family or an ancestor who is supposed to be haunting one? Let your imagination run with this one!
