Messages from Mark
In 1983 my cousin Mark was murdered. I was not really close to him but his death impacted me so much! He had just graduated HS and was going to start college. He and his girlfriend went to a rock concert. On the way home they stopped to get something to eat. That is when some guy tried to rob him and Mark was shot in the head in the scuffle.
I had never had ―Ghost Encounters‖ until Mark passed. It started the night of his first ―viewing‖. He had no flowers when we got to the funeral home so my son and daughter and I went to get some. When we were leaving the florist shop the sales person gave us 3 individual ―red long-stemmed roses‖. When we got to the funeral home we placed the flowers by the casket and the roses on the lid of the casket.
As his parents were viewing the body, they started looking closely at the area near Mark‘s head. They called the Funeral director in and he started looking as well. They talked a bit then the F/D took the long-stemmed roses from the top of the casket and placed them alongside Mark‘s head . . . strange at the time.
The next day I went and bought a rosary for Mark just in case he did not have one. That night at the rosary service at the Catholic Church, I found a little black rosary on the pew I sat in. It was coiled up and the crucifix was standing straight-up. It caught my eye and I picked it up. Mark‘s classmates started to view him and placed flowers, pictures, notes on his chest and consequently they all covered his hands as well.I was so overwhelmed with grief that I forgot about the rosary I had bought for him and did not place it in the casket. The day of the funeral (after he was interred) I told my aunt and Mark‘s mom about the rosary I had bought and about the little rosary I had found. I showed the little black rosary to my aunt and she freaked out!!! She said ―this is Mark‘s rosary. How did you get it??‖ I told her what happened in the church. By this time they were crying and could not recall if Mark had ―his rosary‖ at the time he was interred. His hands were covered with flowers and the other stuff his classmates had placed on him . . . strange.
Two weeks later I was sitting in my living room talking to my husband before work. There was an atrium that ran the entire length of the house and the living room opened up to it. As we were talking I saw a plant in the atrium move as if someone peered out through the plant. I caught a quick glimpse of the person. I turned and the leaves of the plant were moving but no one was there.My husband got up to see if someone was perhaps it the next room . . . No, no one was there. Within 2 minutes after that I saw Mark walking through the atrium!!!! He was clear as day but I could see through him!!!! My husband asked me what was wrong. He had his back to the atrium so he did not see Mark. Of course my husband thought I was losing my mind.
I know what I saw. I will never forget it. Mark was wearing a crazy ―tacky‖ outfit. It was a multi-colored t-shirt with a hole at the bottom, navy blue cord pants and Van‘s slip-ons with black and white checks. A couple of hours later my other cousin called me all scared and told me that her daughter Nannett had stated that she had ―seen Mark‖ at Doreen‘s house (my house). In a lucid dream perhaps, or maybe some sort of ―vision‖.She was in her bedroom in her home . . . AND she had never seen the atrium since it had just been added to our home. Nannett had not visited my home since it had been built. She described the area of my home where she saw Mark, which was the description of the atrium! She described the same outfit including the T-shirt with the hole. However, in her case Mark was wearing ―light blue‖ cord pants. We could not quite understand what had happened.
We waited a couple of weeks before approaching his mother with our experience. When we did, we were shocked to find out that Mark would wear that outfit when he worked on his car . . . and he wore either his navy blue cords or his light blue cord pants.
She took us to his closet, opened the door and there was the shirt with the hole on the bottom, cord pants, light blue and dark blue and checkered Van‘s!!!! His mom was sure we saw Mark. There is no way we could have known about the ―crazy outfit‖ . . . strange.
At that moment I decided to ask her why they had placed the roses near Mark‘s head at the first viewing. She said, ―It was so strange. There were three drops of fresh red blood on the pillow next to his head.‖ They placed the roses there to hide them!
A few weeks after this visit with his mom, I had done some ―automatic writing‖. I did not even know what that was!!! I was sitting with a pen in my hand, ready to write down a grocery list when all of a sudden I started writing BUT, ―I‖ wasn‘t actually consciously doing the writing. It was a scary feeling. I just went with it.
Mark had communicated saying that he took the ―roses‖ because me and my children had cared enough to get the flowers for him. He stated that the three roses represented me and my two kids and that he would be with us always and watch over us . . . he has to this day. My son and daughter believe it too!
Mark communicated messages to me, directed to his mother, for months. She was able to validate the messages as she knew what he was talking about. I did not!!!
She said that the handwriting looked exactly like Mark‘s. She showed me some old homework papers of his. Sure enough, it was the same script!
Then all of a sudden Mark stated that he could no longer communicate that way . . . other spirits were ―getting in‖ and that was not good. (We had started experiencing poltergeist activity in the house. This is a whole other story.)He said, ―Stop this form of communication. I will leave you signs to let you know that I am with you.‖ He then drew a side ways 8 with a little tail on one end. I did not know what that meant. Later we were told that it could be an ―infinity sign‖.
I started finding them all over the place, made from anything from string to wire. Soon my children were finding them as well. I mean sure you will find something in that shape once in a while . . . but, everyday 10-20 times a day, all the same perfect shape of an 8 with a tail??? To this day we find them. Not in copious amounts like years back, but on a regular basis. Makes sense now, an infinity sign with Mark‘s personal trademark, ―a little tail‖.
Many more things happened during that time. Especially with the poltergeist activity before Mark said to STOP! I even got some help from Thelma Moss and Cary Gainer. They were parapsychologists at UCLA and were the technical advisors for the movie ―The Entity‖. I would go into that but it is too much to share in this format.
All I know is that Mark is still near. It seems that when I or my kids are going through a rough moment Mark will leave us his ―mark‖ to let us know ―I am here‖. I guess it is Mark‘s way of letting us know he is our ―Guardian Angel forever and into infinity‖. Love you Mark.
In 1983 my cousin Mark was murdered. I was not really close to him but his death impacted me so much! He had just graduated HS and was going to start college. He and his girlfriend went to a rock concert. On the way home they stopped to get something to eat. That is when some guy tried to rob him and Mark was shot in the head in the scuffle.
I had never had ―Ghost Encounters‖ until Mark passed. It started the night of his first ―viewing‖. He had no flowers when we got to the funeral home so my son and daughter and I went to get some. When we were leaving the florist shop the sales person gave us 3 individual ―red long-stemmed roses‖. When we got to the funeral home we placed the flowers by the casket and the roses on the lid of the casket.
As his parents were viewing the body, they started looking closely at the area near Mark‘s head. They called the Funeral director in and he started looking as well. They talked a bit then the F/D took the long-stemmed roses from the top of the casket and placed them alongside Mark‘s head . . . strange at the time.
The next day I went and bought a rosary for Mark just in case he did not have one. That night at the rosary service at the Catholic Church, I found a little black rosary on the pew I sat in. It was coiled up and the crucifix was standing straight-up. It caught my eye and I picked it up. Mark‘s classmates started to view him and placed flowers, pictures, notes on his chest and consequently they all covered his hands as well.I was so overwhelmed with grief that I forgot about the rosary I had bought for him and did not place it in the casket. The day of the funeral (after he was interred) I told my aunt and Mark‘s mom about the rosary I had bought and about the little rosary I had found. I showed the little black rosary to my aunt and she freaked out!!! She said ―this is Mark‘s rosary. How did you get it??‖ I told her what happened in the church. By this time they were crying and could not recall if Mark had ―his rosary‖ at the time he was interred. His hands were covered with flowers and the other stuff his classmates had placed on him . . . strange.
Two weeks later I was sitting in my living room talking to my husband before work. There was an atrium that ran the entire length of the house and the living room opened up to it. As we were talking I saw a plant in the atrium move as if someone peered out through the plant. I caught a quick glimpse of the person. I turned and the leaves of the plant were moving but no one was there.My husband got up to see if someone was perhaps it the next room . . . No, no one was there. Within 2 minutes after that I saw Mark walking through the atrium!!!! He was clear as day but I could see through him!!!! My husband asked me what was wrong. He had his back to the atrium so he did not see Mark. Of course my husband thought I was losing my mind.
I know what I saw. I will never forget it. Mark was wearing a crazy ―tacky‖ outfit. It was a multi-colored t-shirt with a hole at the bottom, navy blue cord pants and Van‘s slip-ons with black and white checks. A couple of hours later my other cousin called me all scared and told me that her daughter Nannett had stated that she had ―seen Mark‖ at Doreen‘s house (my house). In a lucid dream perhaps, or maybe some sort of ―vision‖.She was in her bedroom in her home . . . AND she had never seen the atrium since it had just been added to our home. Nannett had not visited my home since it had been built. She described the area of my home where she saw Mark, which was the description of the atrium! She described the same outfit including the T-shirt with the hole. However, in her case Mark was wearing ―light blue‖ cord pants. We could not quite understand what had happened.
We waited a couple of weeks before approaching his mother with our experience. When we did, we were shocked to find out that Mark would wear that outfit when he worked on his car . . . and he wore either his navy blue cords or his light blue cord pants.
She took us to his closet, opened the door and there was the shirt with the hole on the bottom, cord pants, light blue and dark blue and checkered Van‘s!!!! His mom was sure we saw Mark. There is no way we could have known about the ―crazy outfit‖ . . . strange.
At that moment I decided to ask her why they had placed the roses near Mark‘s head at the first viewing. She said, ―It was so strange. There were three drops of fresh red blood on the pillow next to his head.‖ They placed the roses there to hide them!
A few weeks after this visit with his mom, I had done some ―automatic writing‖. I did not even know what that was!!! I was sitting with a pen in my hand, ready to write down a grocery list when all of a sudden I started writing BUT, ―I‖ wasn‘t actually consciously doing the writing. It was a scary feeling. I just went with it.
Mark had communicated saying that he took the ―roses‖ because me and my children had cared enough to get the flowers for him. He stated that the three roses represented me and my two kids and that he would be with us always and watch over us . . . he has to this day. My son and daughter believe it too!
Mark communicated messages to me, directed to his mother, for months. She was able to validate the messages as she knew what he was talking about. I did not!!!
She said that the handwriting looked exactly like Mark‘s. She showed me some old homework papers of his. Sure enough, it was the same script!
Then all of a sudden Mark stated that he could no longer communicate that way . . . other spirits were ―getting in‖ and that was not good. (We had started experiencing poltergeist activity in the house. This is a whole other story.)He said, ―Stop this form of communication. I will leave you signs to let you know that I am with you.‖ He then drew a side ways 8 with a little tail on one end. I did not know what that meant. Later we were told that it could be an ―infinity sign‖.
I started finding them all over the place, made from anything from string to wire. Soon my children were finding them as well. I mean sure you will find something in that shape once in a while . . . but, everyday 10-20 times a day, all the same perfect shape of an 8 with a tail??? To this day we find them. Not in copious amounts like years back, but on a regular basis. Makes sense now, an infinity sign with Mark‘s personal trademark, ―a little tail‖.
Many more things happened during that time. Especially with the poltergeist activity before Mark said to STOP! I even got some help from Thelma Moss and Cary Gainer. They were parapsychologists at UCLA and were the technical advisors for the movie ―The Entity‖. I would go into that but it is too much to share in this format.
All I know is that Mark is still near. It seems that when I or my kids are going through a rough moment Mark will leave us his ―mark‖ to let us know ―I am here‖. I guess it is Mark‘s way of letting us know he is our ―Guardian Angel forever and into infinity‖. Love you Mark.
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