Voices Across Time
From an enlightened guest
I was again exploring your site tonight, and this time decided to write of one of my experiences which you may post if you like. What I am writing about now is actually two experiences that are similar in nature. It is also something that I have not heard of before, and am wondering if this sort of thing has happened to anyone else.
When I was a young child, for as far back as I can remember, I would hear my name being called at random times. Sometimes it was frequent, even several times in a single hour or day; other times I would go months without hearing it at all. I had lots of different 'experiences' as a child and most I found to be frightening. This however, never frightened me. It had been happening as long as I could remember so I never really gave thought to it.
(For reasons of privacy, I shall substitute my real name with a fictitious one.)
I would just be playing, maybe reading book, just going about my normal day and I would suddenly hear a woman's voice, as if calling from a distance, "Lisa. Liiisssssssaaaaaaaaaaa...........". Usually I would respond by running to my grandmother or mother and asking what they wanted or why they had called me. It didn't sound like them, but logically, without giving any thought to it, if a woman was in the house calling for me then it would, of course, be one of them. But, it never was. I explained to them more then once that someone had called me. They would simply brush it off.
It became almost a joke as I grew up. Just out of the blue I would be running to them to see what they wanted. And, it continued for years. As I got older, I quit responding to it at all. Every now and then it would catch me off guard and I would mistake it for my grandmother, but usually I would ignore it. There would be months where I would not here it at all, then I would here it throughout the day or week... then it would disappear again.
When I was 14 or 15 years of age, I started spending a lot of time at a local nursing home. I was part of a 4-H club and as a social project our club had joined an 'adopt a grandparent program'. Most of the club attended that day and dutifully chose an 'adoptee'. The idea was that we were to all return on our own to spend time with our new grandparents. It would give company to the elderly residents, and be a beneficial experience for the youth in the club. I am pretty sure that I was the only one to return after that day. I continued to occasionally hear this voice calling me, but it was now becoming rather disturbing. It had gone from calling out my name, "Liisssaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.......", to actually crying out for help.
"Lissssaaaaaa. Help meeeeee........".
And, in the meantime, I continued to visit, almost daily, my wonderful 'new' grandfather. After school each day I would stop by the nursing where we would play board games, or simply chat the hours away. With only two exceptions though, we always sat in his room. I never socialized with the other residents. One afternoon he was in the lounge area when I arrived, which was at the far end of his wing of the nursing home. There was another fellow in the room and he just quietly sat apart from us.
The other time we visited outside his room, it was a similar situation and again, I did not socialize with anyone else. Before Christmas that year, I had decided to bring in small gifts for all the residents in his unit. When you enter the nursing home, you are directly in front of the nurses station which is also the reception area.
If you turn left, then you are entering the wing of the nursing home where my 'adopted' grandfather stayed. If you turned right, there was a separate wing which required entry through a locked door. I had never visited that wing of the nursing home before and had never been beyond those doors. I knew of none of the residents there.
On Christmas Eve my mother drove me to the nursing home so I could pass out the gifts I had brought. When we entered, there was no staff in the reception area. Instead, an elderly woman stood behind the counter. She didn't seem to realize where she was; in fact, it seemed that she thought she was preparing a meal even though there was only desks around her. My mother and I went to get a nurse, who promptly went back to the reception area and gently tried to talk the woman back to her room.
The woman didn't know who the nurse was, she seemed somewhat confused and frightened and started yelling for the nurse to get away from her. Several other staff members were called. They awkwardly tried to get her to her room but she refused. Finally, several of the staff simply started to force her to her room.
They were being gentle of course, and attempting to soothe her, but she continued to try to push away from them as they started walking her back to her unit. They went to the locked doors, opened them, and proceeded through with the unwillingly resident. Suddenly, she broke free from one of the attendants, turned around, and reached out for me. As her eyes locked onto mine and she yelled, in the same voice that I had been hearing my entire life,
'Lissssaaaaaa! Help meeeeeee........'
I stood frozen. My instinct was to run to her assistance, but my mother held me back. She was not in danger of anything. She was confused; she probably had Alzheimer's or a similar disorder, but she was not in danger. I stood there in shock and watched her go. She called to me a few more times, but the doors had closed and eventually I could not here her anymore. Never again after that night did I hear my name being called.
There were several things that I found curious about the entire incident. That she knew my name was one. My mother (who has a scientific reason for everything), said that the woman had probably met me before or overheard my name previously. Although this is possible, I don't think it was likely. I had never entered that wing of the nursing home before. My mother also suggested that maybe the woman had mistaken me for someone else that just happened to have the same name. My real name is a common one, so that is very possible. Maybe she thought I was a grand daughter or niece and the sameness in names was just pure coincidence.
As I grew older though, the entire thing disturbed me more and more. I had heard her calling my name for years before it ever happened; and heard her cry for help. I kept thinking that there had to be some sort of meaning to this, and that I had somehow failed the woman by not running to assist her even though all logic said that she was not in need of help.
Confused and frightened, but perfectly safe. Last year though, I had a similar experience and have since been able to put my mind at ease. I didn't link the experiences at first as I am still in early stages of trying to understand these odd happenings.
To me they seemed completely unrelated since I had viewed the first experience as being some sort of fate or calling which I had missed. I now think I was wrong. Last year, I had taken a small dog into my home for a few months. I was living in a small apartment and my primary furniture was a loft bed that had a dresser and desk beneath it.
My dog could not climb into or out of the bed on her own, so each night when I climbed in, I took her with me. Each morning, I would lift her down. One morning I woke up and just kind of lazily stayed with my eyes closed. The window was open and I could hear a few birds outside; a neighbor chatting with someone on their front lawn. I simply lay there with my eyes closed enjoying the morning sounds. I could hear my dog under the loft bed chewing on her bone, a favorite activity.
Chomping, chewing and slurping. Birds in the background. I stretched and opened my eyes. My dog was curled into a ball on my pillow. I froze. (A common response for me. I have been having odd experiences my entire life and they still tend to frightened me. -smile-). I sat there watching my dog as she stretched and woke; all the while listening to her under the loft bed chewing her bone. Obviously, she was not under the loft, she was beside me.
I leaned to take a peek over the edge of the bed not knowing what to expect. I half thought that maybe a raccoon or something had crept in through the dog door during the night. I looked; nothing was there. Her bone sat on the floor... and I could still hear her chomping away at it even though she was standing besides me wagging her tail and waiting to be let down off the bed.
I sat there, completely in shock and trying to make sense of it. There is the bone, unmoving. Here is my dog beside me. And, I can clearly hear her chewing her bone which she is no where near. Finally, the sound just stopped. When it stopped, I realized that the neighbor had also stopped chatting outside. So, I climbed out of the bed and started my day.
Hours later in the same day, I was sitting at my desk, under my loft bed beside the open window. I could hear a few birds chirping. I heard my neighbor outside as she started chatting, and realized that she was having the same conversation that I had overheard that morning! Then, I heard my dog start chomping on her bone. I turned around, and there she was... sitting under my loft bed and chomping on her bone. It appears, in both cases, that I had simply heard something before it actually happened.
In the first case, I heard it persistently for years, in the second incidence, I only heard it once. But, I actually heard something before it happened. Since the latter incident was really rather insignificant, then I have comforted myself with the idea that the first incident was probably much the same even though it seemed at first to have been some divine cry for help. I think I simply overheard the incident before it happened.
I have only recently started trying to truly understand all the odd events in my life, and this is one type of experience that I have never heard mention of before in my own, albeit limited, research. I would love to hear from anyone that has heard of or experienced anything similar to this.
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Many thanks to our guest for sending in these experiences that deal with the so-far unexplainable ability to see and/or hear across the veils of time. More people have these experiences than you know of and we want to hear about yours. Please write: Pete Jefferson