Sometimes an old ghost pops up.
Hiya, Spit. Please pass on my love to your Missus.
Got many skeletons in your cupboards as well, Spitty? 
As Pumis points out above, you only believe such things when they happen to you - and not always even then.
I have had one other experience, with my wife as a witness, that shook us. It is too long a story to tell right now, and when I get the time I will probably submit it. Mind you, people are often reluctant to share their ‘unusual’ experiences for fear of ridicule.
That is so true Hanfonius☺
I agree with you Hanfonius sometimes things just happen but when my hubby sees them as well, we just smile at each other.
It is so difficult to explain to someone who has not seen something just what has gone on.
Shall look forward to your experience when and if you do decide to post it here.
I totally understand about why some people are reluctant to post too 
yes I would think it IS an honest sighting …
and mine three spittie - lovely lady and lovley legs!!
I have thought long and hard before writing this piece, and although it’s not a supernatural example, I think it does go some way to explaining the myth about death from a personal perspective.
During a Heart Attack in 2004 I actually died: Returning from a long Sunday run while taking a drink and smoke, I felt dizzy and unwell. Low blood sugar is usually the culprit, and on a couple of occasions after a long and demanding run I have passed out.
Not wanting to fall in the kitchen on to a tiled floor, I staggered into the lounge and lay on my back on the soft carpet. The feeling did not subside, in fact, I felt a weight on my chest, and after breathing out, found I could not breath in. My wife had already called the emergency services; my shoulders ached, and my left arm grew numb, I realised that this was not the usual ‘low blood sugar’ and that it was indeed a Heart Attack.
As Sue’s voice was fading away, my eyes were focused on a bright light, but instead of drifting towards it, I was drifting away from it, and I knew it was just the light of day gradually diminishing as I floated backwards into a tunnel. I imagined that it would be my last glimpse of daylight forever. A strange calm came over me and I submitted to the feeling, I let go: A large part of our thoughts are not of things past, but of the future; Things I wanted to do that day, unfinished jobs, forthcoming holidays, meetings with friends, things that you take for granted and most of all, being present. Now though, this was the full stop, the end, I leave everyone and everything at this moment. And then nothing…
No out of body experience, no bright light, no consciousness whatsoever.
I have no idea how long I was gone, but suddenly I could hear the voice of my wife, and a man’s voice [the paramedic] and I was back and being violently sick, but it felt so good.
You had to be alive to be sick I thought.
It was like falling to sleep with no dreams, but this time, I woke up.
I believe you only live on in those you left behind.
Thanks for your post Old Grey Fox,it did make me feel profoundly depressed for some reason and I hope above all that when my time comes its a pleasant journey into the unknown and that everything I have dreamed about will be in my thoughts
What a story Robert. So glad you got back safely.
That is amazing, Old Grey Fox, thank you for sharing.
OGF, exactly the same happened to me, but don’t be afraid to tell it how you see it or believe it, the following is an account of what happened to me.
I didn’t know too much myself, but it went something like this:- I had my pre-med at 6 am, that is all I remember myself, then woke in ICU later.
But during the op I had a heart attack which collapsed the right side of my heart the first arrest and it happened again later, they continued with the bypass then rushed me from the private hospital to the Leeds GI. where an aortic pump was fitted into my groin, this put a balloon into the right side of my heart which was inflated and left there for 12 days to allow my heart to gain strength on that side. During the ICU stay, I suffered lack of oxygen in my blood, and had to wear an oxygen helmet, imagine my families face when they came and heard me singing “ground control to Major Tom”. it was like a space helmet it like having your own oxygen tent. Oxygen is pumped in at a fairly high pressure, the noise was horrendous, but it was something i couldn’t do with out. I wore this mask sometimes as long as 24 hours a day. I got so used to it I began to find I could sleep with it on. I had to wear this for 7 days.
I was asked by a friend if I had had any OBE’s or NDE’s, and I said I couldn’t recall any, but over the months my memory had began to piece together what did happen to me. My brain has been on a bit of a go slow over the months. Well there is no doubt I did pass away twice during the op,I had been very close to going over the other side for good, but obviously it wasn’t my time. I suppose this happens to many people, but I didn’t really know about it. One thing which I have found baffling is that I thought I had been in 5 different wards which is definitely not so, I had been in 3 only, which makes me think that I was in some sort of suspension, my memory still thinks that I did go into 5 wards, I can remember the nurses in those wards who cared for me for I was the only person in these wards. I also remember being flown by helicopter from the private hospital to the LGI, this is not so I went by ambulance, but I can still see the pilot and crew including nurses a doctor and anesthetist. :? :?: with me landing on the roof.
I also remember little children playing in one of these wards on the bikes round the beds and under them :?
I had had a conversation with my male nurse at the LGI about the flight and other events and he must have humoured me by not disputing it.
Its amazing how your mind works when involved in a crisis like I was in.
The good news I still feel OK although the ticker says I am not, I just have to take it easy and behave myself and stick to exercise and a good diet.
There was nothing that I could put my finger on and say that was an OBE. but there were hundreds of people round me that I didn’t recognise. Twice whilst in ICU i had a bad experience whereby I thought everybody round me was trying to kill me. It was diagnosed as sleep deprivation.
That all happened back in 2009 and I am still here, but monitored very closely, having different treatments still another one at the end of August.
You just have to believe I have had help from the other side, and still having it.
Interesting Posts Wrinkly and OGF,and thanks for sharing Your experiences with Us,I’m very glad You’re both still here to tell it like it was ;~)
My concern as I age is just if I DID happen to have a heart attack at Home,there would be No-one here to help or phone for an ambulance as I live alone…so I would just die!..but pleased to hear from You both that it may not be as bad as I thought it would be…Hope I don’t get to find out though :~)
May invest in an alarm which would summon a paramedic.
Will have a look into that Wrinkly,thanks :~)
Age Concern do them May, you could go onto their website
here is the link
http://www.ageuk.org.uk/products/mobility-and-independence-at-home/personal-alarms/
You need an Epilepsy alarm which when you fall automatically gets a paramedic to your home.
See Here
There are other types and you would have to shop around to get the best deal, it is less than a £5 a week and well worth the peace of mind.
Ta,to You both :~)…I’m a pretty fit 72 yr old and My only health prob’ is O’ arthritis…But I’m sure Anyone who lives alone regardless of age or health may wonder or worry what would happen if they fell or slipped in the bathroom say and cracked Their head and couldn’t get to a phone…Myself I always have My mob’ on Me,and as a retired Day Care Officer for the Elderly,I now practice what I once preached about safety at Home :~)
OOPS.sorry for going off-topic Folks,apologies,x