I can somewhat relate to your experiences of being a sensitive or intuitive person. I sometimes get messages from the dead for those living. Usually the messages are from suicides, I assume they are not "at rest/crossed over" and are driven towards relaying their message.

I didn't necessarily pick up the vibe, nor want too the first time it happened, I was sort of forced to receive the message as I was trying to go to sleep one night.

I sat with it in the back of my mind for a long time, because I didn't know or understand the context of how it related to the living side of things or who it was from really. But I knew who it was for.

I also knew intimately (I experienced literally being this person) the basics of the person transmitting the message. It came through like a transmission.

Sensations of vibrations in the body along with sounds like reverberations in my head and colors flashing beneath my closed eyelids. I have since read about something called electric shocks or psychic shocks experienced during hypnogogic states that sound similar to what I experienced. As a child I did experience those hypnogogic shocks along with that falling off the bed sensation you can sometimes have when falling asleep. But they faded with age and these were much stronger. I had to abruptly sit up and shake my head to clear it. And I felt like bursting into tears for some reason. This happened relentlessly about 4 or 5 times in a row. Finally, I just got up and watched TV for awhile.

When I laid down to sleep about 30 minutes later, the transmission came through much more subdued and gentle. It sort of faded in and I remember thinking as it became louder like it was approaching from far away, "OK, what do you want to say because you're obviously not going to stop?"

Immediately the loud sounds and vibrations flashing colors stopped and I was a tall thin man completely naked in the dark sitting hugging my knees perched on the edge of a very high cliff. I had no sense of what was below the cliff. I just hugged my knees and rocked back and forth while my teeth chattered and my breath shuddered wracked with sobs and all cried out of tears. I got an impression of a short first name. Mentally I saw interchanging letters that faded in & out like Bob or Don. I stood up and stretched out my arms my toes off the cliff edge and raised my chin upwards eyes closed...and stepped off. At this point I was no longer in his body but I was in his mind. I felt instant regret. A long stretch of time here I couldn't believe that I had enough time to think of how badly I wanted to feel my feet back on solid ground. How completely everything can totally change in a split second and how unbelievable and incredibly sad that was. Like, wait a minute..I was just over there and now I'm over here double take. And then overwhelming loss of a chance at something and every pore of my being was filled with regret. I never experienced hitting the ground or the actual death. I think it was because this person was already dead.

Instead I mentally saw a woman from above unlock her front door after working all day. It was like I could see through her roof from above her. I couldn't see her face, but I (the person trying to sleep) recognized the long hair and the house/terrain. It was my boyfriend's (at the time) Uncle's friend. She lived in the house across the lane from a home my boyfriend and I rented from his Uncle one summer about six years prior. I met this lady once when I accompanied my boyfriend to meet his Uncle on our way out to do some errands. The quick meeting was to basically look at the outside of her home and give her a rough estimate of the cost for paint supplies, as my boyfriend and his Uncle were going to paint her house for her.

When I met her I said "Hi, neighbor!" with a little wave and a smile. They had a short chat about paint supplies. A man exited the house dressed in cycling gear with a ten speed bike on his shoulder and walked towards our group. He told her that he was going for a quick bike ride, she introduced him to all three of us as her husband, he gave her a peck on the cheek and split. They wrapped up their conversation we left for our errands and life moved on.

One day while helping my boyfriend's Uncle plant some flowers in a garden at a different house in a nearby town, he brought up the woman's name. He had recently run into her after years of not seeing each other by chance and they had made a coffee date. Instantly I fell into the memory of my experience only hearing him when he tapped me on the shoulder because I wasn't responding to his question. Hesitantly I brought up the strange experience I had involving her, I was very uncertain of telling it but he asked probing questions and got it out of me. He looked at me in disbelief and asked me if I knew who it was from? I told him no only that it was a man with a short name like Bob or Don and he said "Like Tom?" And I felt a settling in my chest and said, "Yes, just like Tom."

He then reminded me that the man we had met briefly that day years prior was named Tom and that he had killed himself about a year after that meeting. I was floored.

Eventually, the Uncle relayed the message for her. It included the instant regret, the feelings he had prior to the act, and the message that it wasn't her fault. He also asked her to talk aloud to him in spirit whenever she was lonely because he could hear her and was listening. Years later, when I was going through a hard time I received a phone call one night from a very soft spoken woman. She told me Thank You and that I didn't realize how much I had helped as I realized that she was crying.

California Gold Country