Sharn's Spirit Visits At Thanksgiving

While Cat was at a car appointment, I was laying down listening to a podcast on low, being lazy and cuddling with our male cat, Mez. Tess was upstairs, dead asleep, due to her overnight shifts at work. So the house was quiet except for my program.

I was surprised to hear Cat suddenly in the kitchen/keeping area next to my bedroom say, “Hey Cleo!” to another cat. For one, I didn’t hear Cat come home, and for another, the voice sounded more like Cat’s mother, Sharn. Mez sat up abruptly at hearing the voice, then meowed, then jumped down off the bed to be let out. I followed, saying, “You wanna see Cat?” I thought it was weird he was so excited. He greets us at the door sometimes, but calmly and silently, a happy tail with a leg brush and back to his kitty business. I went out the door to say hi to Cat and tell her she sounded eerily like her mother just now.

But when I stepped out into the area in question, Cat wasn’t there. Cleo was sitting in a box by the keeping area hearth, looking contented. Meanwhile, Fiona, another of the kitty siblings, came rushing down the stairs and looking around like she heard the voice, too.

What the HELL was going ON?

I checked for Cat’s car. It wasn’t around so neither was she. I knocked on Tess’s door, she sleepily answered. I asked if she had been downstairs–? It was obviously a no, but she said it anyway. I apologized for bothering her and continued to check the house. Mez, in the meantime, had been meowing and running from place to place in the house, obviously actively looking for someone specific. I walked back downstairs, puzzled, thinking about how much the voice sounded like Sharn. Maybe it was her… coming by for a holiday visit?

My podcast featured a man’s voice in a monologue, and my ipod was on my left side. The voice, by contrast came from my bedroom door on my right side and was clearly a woman– in fact, a specific woman. Mez’s behavior was also notable, as he was Sharn’s cat (or, rather, Sharn was his human.) His wonder and happiness at hearing THAT voice, and then subsequent confusion were clear as I watched him run around the house, searching for Sharn! It was ultimately Mez’s behavior that convinced me I definitely wasn’t either dreaming or confused.

I felt a sense of presence when I first walked out of the room into the rest of the house, but it soon faded, and I felt alone again, except for the cats. The voice had been so LOUD and OBVIOUS that it was really rather crazy to me– as was the fact I only heard a quick sentence and nothing more. I had to tell Cat about it when she got home, and Tess about it when she got up. It was a very strange experience, and it made me cry with the significance of it. I have mixed feelings about Sharn’s death. I miss her, of course, and feel bad she missed out seeing this new home. On the other hand, she was suffering there at the end, and Cat needed to be able to finish growing up and living her own life. I still feel a little guilty for the relief I felt when she passed. I was glad to move on.

However, even so, I didn’t find the experience scary at all, since it was clearly Sharn and she’s hardly frightening. If it was indeed her and not, say, a time-slip of Cat coming home (which wouldn’t provoke the same kind of behavior out of Mez– we TESTED that theory to see for sure!) then apparently she just came briefly to look around. I’ve heard it is not uncommon for the recently dead to visit briefly from time to time, apparently looking up their loved ones. If so, I hope she liked what she saw!

Finally, we had our Thanksgiving meal. Cat was in charge this year and she doesn’t really cook that much, but it was one of the best meals I’ve ever had! Perfect turkey, perfect stuffing made from scratch, and a wonderful homemade cranberry sauce sweetened with honey! I made green beans with bacon and onions as my contribution, and that worked great as well. I was flaring last week, as I recovered from that infection, so I never got around to getting stuff to make a dessert, but it wasn’t missed, since the regular food was so good everyone had thirds!

Cat confessed to me that she was having one of the best weeks she’s had since her mother died, and going back before that a while as well. She gifted herself a great car, made a great meal like her mother used to, and maybe even had her mom’s spirit stop by to see how she was doing, and that made her feel really good. She reported feeling her mother’s presence for a couple of days around Thanksgiving, so for her, it was profoundly reassuring. At Spiral’s End: What’s Left After the Paradigm Shatters is the personal paranormal blog of a woman that follows not only current odd events in her life, but recounts incidents from her past, including lifelong alien abductions, encounters with ghosts and other spiritual beings, and premonitions from either waking visions or dreams. She reacts and speculates about the deeper meaning behind these incidents and wonders– what is the ultimate reality or intelligence behind it all?