ADCs have been recorded for over two thousand years. Some of the great plays of all time are based on an ADC experience. Examples of this would include Hamlet by William Shakespeare and A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens.
In 1987 American Health published the results of a poll that discovered 42% of American adults think they have had contact with a deceased person. Most health care professionals dismiss the idea of ADCs as hallucinations or delusions. Many times these contacts are said to be "grief induced hallucinations".
TYPES OF ADCs
Sensing a presence:
Sensing or feeling the presence of a deceased loved one.
Hearing a voice:
Hearing a deceased person's voice from an external source either with the ears or from inside their heads.
Feeling a touch :
Feeling a physical touch from a deceased person without a visual sighting.
Smelling an aroma:
Smelling the fragrance that is associated with a deceased individual.
Appearances:
Seeing a deceased loved one in either a partial or full form.
Telephone call:
Receiving a telephone call shortly after a person has died.
Symbolic:
When a person receives a "sign" from a deceased person it is called a symbolic ADC. The "sign" can be in almost any form but will be immediately reconizable to the receiving individual.
Material:
ADCs that involve the moving of a physical object such as opening and closing doors, and turning off or on lights.
Before news:
Incidents of people being contacted by the dead before they knew of the person's death.
Copyright 2003 by Mark Young. All Rights Reserved.
TRUE ADC STORIES
The following story took place to me several years ago at my parent's home in Michigan. My mother and father were very close to my mother's Uncle Larry. Uncle Larry died eight years ago at the age of eighty. Uncle Larry as everyone called him was quite a jokester and flashy dresser even during his later years. During the last several months of his life Uncle Larry was confined to a nursing home and was in great pain. Trista and I visited Uncle Larry one day and took him some flowers with an attached balloon and card. After Uncle Larry died my parents kept the balloon and card and attached them to a group of plastic flowers in a downstairs bathroom. One summer day when I was visiting my parent's home I went into the bathroom to wash my hands and use the toilet. As I was washing my hands I suddenly began thinking about Uncle Larry. As I walked up to the toilet and was just standing there thinking about Uncle Larry the plastic flowers, balloon, card, and baskey they were in fell off the top of the toilet tank in slow motion down to the floor. Trista and my parents said I came out of the bathroom white as a sheet.
This story was told to me by a friend of mine just a few days ago. My friend's mother had this experience many years ago. When she was ten years old her mother died so she became very close to her father. When she was younger her father would wear what she called his "ice cream suite". It was a white suite with a white hat and a black ribbon on the hat. When my friend's mother was 40 years old her father died and she was very distraught over his death. One day not too long after her fathers death he appeared to her in full form in his "ice cream suite". He told her, "I'm OK but you must let me go". This ADC did help her cope with her father's death.
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M y aunt and I were very close, as she was only a few years older than me. When we were younger, we said that whoever died first would visit the other. I thought she was joking and didn't take it very seriously. But apparently she did. A couple years ago, she died unexpectedly, about a month before my birthday. She called the day before she died and we had discussed plans for my birthday. She wanted to get me a gift, but I told her it wasn't necessary and not to get me anything. She insisted on getting me something, even though I told her not to. About 3 weeks after she died (a week before my birthday), I was lying in bed in that half awake state right before waking up, only semi-conscious of what was going on around me. I heard someone singing "Happy Birthday". It was a loud echoing voice that sounded like it was coming from outside and across the street, so I looked out the window, thinking maybe the kids across the street were having a birthday party. There was nothing going on outside. Then I remembered that whoever was singing said my name in the song. And the voice sounded exactly like my aunt's voice.
Six months ago my mom was sitting at home alone in the middle of the afternoon when she smelled popcorn, my aunt's favorite food. She went into the kitchen to see where it was coming from... nobody had made popcorn in the house for weeks so she was pretty confused. My mom sat down on the couch thinking it was her imagnination, then she heard my aunt from the kitchen saying, "Hey Lucy, you want some?"
