When The Departed Speak — The Unexplainable Connection
My Aunt’s Spirit Connected With Us Through My Grandmother’s Body
I will share the unworldly experience I used to have in my childhood. I had almost forgotten about it until I read a story from Subhasinghe SPS.
Now that I recalled those memories, I’m sharing them with you.
It was around 20 years ago when I first realized — something was not okay with my grandmother. I saw those strange behaviors of hers before that too, but I was too young to identify them as weird.
Let us now dive into what that strange behavior was and what it looked like.
I was nearly ten years old. I returned from school. I saw my dadi (grandmother in Hindi) sitting on the ground and talking loudly.
I soon realized that it was not her.
It was my Aunt’s spirit talking to us through her body.
We never understood why dadi-ma called us siblings, her niece, and her nephew sometimes until my grandfather finally revealed the truth to us.
That day, my grandfather told us the story behind the behavior of dadi-ma.
The story follows like this:
My aunt died when she was three years old. She died of Chickenpox disease. It is also a belief in India that when a child below five years of age dies of this disease, they become angels and tend to protect their loved ones.
However, my aunt’s spirit never came into action until my dad got married.
She communicated for the first time on the night after my dad’s wedding. It was unusual, and it took a few minutes before everyone who witnessed it could realize what was happening.
Disclaimer: I am only describing what I heard. I could not witness it because I had not come into existence then.
Getting to the story, dadi suddenly stood up and started calling my dad’s name. She was angry for some reason.
When my dad arrived. Below is their communication:
Dad: What happened, mom? Do you need something? You look pissed!
Dadi: I do not accept her as my sister-in-law, pointing to my mother.
(Everyone was shocked that why would dadi-ma call her daughter-in-law her sister-in-law?)
Dad: What are you saying, mom? She is your bahu (daughter-in-law) not bhabhi (sister-in-law).
Dadi: Stop calling me mom. I am not your mom. I am your sister (introduced by her name). She also explained how she died.
It was unbelievable but not uncommon. People in those days had heard many such stories and believed them too.
So everyone was attentive to whatever dadi-ma was saying.
Dadi: I do not like the girl you married. She is not suitable for you.
Dad (Understood the whole situation and accepted her as his sister): Didi (sister), what could we do now? I married her already, and it would not be right to give her a divorce. What do you think?
Dadi: You are right. What can we do now? Just be careful and do not let her rule you. I am tired now, and I want to sleep. Please give me a glass of water.
Dad gave her a glass of water, and she drank and went to sleep.
When she got up, she felt exhausted but did not remember anything that happened before her sleep.
That was the first ever communication of my dead aunt with our family.
After that, it happened again when I was born. Almost after ten years of that incident, in 1992.
She again communicated, in the same way, calling my dad’s name. She would only talk to my dad. Give her lots of love and blessings, ask for a glass of water, and go to sleep.
Dadi would not remember anything, and everyone was instructed not to tell her about what happened to her.
It was not a regular affair. My aunt’s spirit only communicated 6–7 times in total before she was gone forever. She said she is protecting my dad and his family and will continue doing so.
Out of those, I remember the last three. I remember the first one vaguely because I was too young to understand it.
The last two of them have left a lasting impression in my memory.
I will discuss one of those two in this article.
My experience:
It was when my dad was traveling home from another state in India, which was his job location. He took the night bus. People avoided traveling at night because of the rough hilly route.
The bus met with a horrific accident with just one survivor. It was my dad.
He had minor cuts on his knees after being thrown out of the window.
Those days we did not have mobile phones. So we were unaware of all this until he finally arrived home after being in hospital for one day.
As soon as he entered the home, dadi-ma behaved differently. We understood what was happening.
Dadi: I warned you so many times not to travel that day. You do not listen to me. What would have happened if I did not take you out of the window that night?
Do you realize you have a family to feed? No, not at all. First of all, you traveled on that day even after being warned. Moreover, you took a night bus.
Dad: So sorry didi. I could not understand your signals. I will be careful next time.
The whole conversation lasted for around ten minutes.
My mother and I, along with everyone else, were perplexed as we lacked information about the topic of their conversation.
Only after dadi slept, my dad told us that he met with such a dangerous accident. He also told us that he remembered the feeling that someone pulled him out of the window during that accident.
That was the second last time she communicated with us.
I never thought much about it. However, now I think about how that could be true.
Final thoughts:
I am left with so many questions whose answers I do not know.
Some of them are as follows:
1. Does a departed soul communicate like that?
Well, it is hard to believe, but I can not ignore the facts associated with it.
2. How would my grandmother know about that accident when my dad never talked about it to anyone?
My grandmother died in 2013, and my aunt never communicated with us again.
Although during her last visit, she told us that her time was over now. She will be gone forever, and we will do well without her.
That’s a Wrap!
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