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Friday, May 2, 2014

Real Life Paranormal with Enisa Haines

Enisa Haines  continues with her last installment of her real life

Paranormal Phenomena 

Fourteen years back my father was struck by illness. His aorta ruptured. Surviving that is extremely rare, even with the emergency operation, his life at the mercy of fate. I couldn’t believe that, didn’t want to. Before sleep the night after the operation, I prayed that he was saved. And the dream came.

My father stood in the dark distance with his back turned toward to me. He wore a gray suit. I had no idea why that fact stood out but it did. He faced a cave. I wanted to go to him but it was as if he was in a scene on the television and I was outside watching. He walked into the cave and kept walking. A pinprick of light appeared ahead. My heart stalled. I knew then where he was. I knew what that light was. I screamed for him to turn around but he kept walking and the pinprick grew.

I screamed again. As if hearing me, a voice came from the direction of that light. ‘Go back. It’s not your time.’

Yes!’ I called out. Listen to the voice, Dad.’

He didn’t. He kept walking closer to the light. I screamed again, and again the voice called out, ‘Go back. It’s not your time. Go back.’

My father stopped. He stared at the light for long seconds while I pleaded for him to listen to the voice. Then he shrugged, turned around and headed back toward the cave’s entrance. Outside once again, he stood still, as if wondering what he was doing there. Then, from behind his back, a figure appeared. He looked at me, smiled, and nudged my father forward. And then he was gone and only my father stood there.

I woke up then and while everyone around me, family and doctors included, was convinced my father would die, I alone knew with 100% positivity that he would survive. I believed in my dream. My father did survive and lived a further 12 years—bonus years the doctors called them—even with all the odds stacked against him. I revealed that dream to him, to everyone who’d listen, and each time I felt the need to state he’d worn a gray suit. I didn’t figure out why until the day he died.

One day in the ensuing years I played a ‘question game’ with him. ‘If I was on a desert island alone,’ I said, ‘or if it was my last day on earth, and I had only one choice of food I could eat, my choice would be cherries.’ I asked him what would be his choice. He answered, ‘Trahana.’ That’s a soup common in the regions of Southern Europe, a soup my mother often served and he loved.

I played that game every now and then. My answer was always ‘cherries’. His answer was always ‘Trahana.’ How does this fit into the paranormal? Five weeks before my father died, he deteriorated and was taken to hospital. He disliked hospital food (who likes it, really?) and so every night we would bring home food. One night I asked him what he’d like us to bring. ‘Trahana,’ was his response. The next night I gave him the soup which he ate which real joy. The next morning he passed away. The ‘Trahana’ was his last meal, just like he’d said it would be. Is that not paranormal?

But the paranormal instances involving my father didn’t end there. The night before he died, when I arrived at the hospital he asked me if I saw the battle going on and pointed to the wall in front of him. I saw no battle and told him so. He got agitated and kept pointing. I told him I didn’t see what he saw but I believed him. ‘What does what you see mean?” I asked him. He looked at me and said, ‘It means I’m coming home.’

I smiled and said, ‘Yes, you are, Dad. You’ll be out of the hospital soon. You’ll be home.’ Next morning he did go home. But it wasn’t his ‘earth’ home. 

The night he died, I asked my sleep to show me that Dad was fine. Another dream came. Again I was watching like an observer and again it was as if he was part of a television scene. Light was all around. He was walking forward, his back to me. He had on a white suit. Again, the suit was somehow significant. The suit was strange. My father was very thin yet the suit jacket was very wide, at least six sizes too big and the sleeve of left arm bulged.

I was puzzled but I didn’t say anything and unlike that first dark dream I had no urge to stop him walking. An archway appeared and inside that archway the brightest white light glowed. Before he reached the archway my father stopped and an amazing sight filled my eyes. From that bulging sleeve and that oversize jacket, six male faces appeared. I didn’t know why but the number was significant. The faces turned and each looked at me with a smile. Then those faces clung close to my father as he stepped over the arch and walked into the light.

He turned around and suddenly he was a laughing little boy waving at me. Then he turned and the light changed to a white river. He ran into the water and toward the water’s edge where the river became a waterfall. Down below a woman stood with her back to me. She was young, blond-haired. She looked up at the top of the waterfall and spread her arms wide, catching my father in her arms as he jumped.

My mother was shaken when I told her. ‘Six faces?’ she asked. ‘They’re his six brothers.’ Six brothers? I’d known of only three. I learned then he’d had three others who’d died of childhood diseases. The woman was his mother. I’d never been told she was blond. The white suit, and the grey suit of the earlier dream? The religious leader told me the grey suit of earlier meant he wasn’t ready at the time. The white suit showed he was ready.

So many incidences that can’t be explained with logic. Is it any wonder that I’m a firm believer in the paranormal?

Now I wonder, how many others are there like me who see or hear or sense things that are different?  If anyone does, please respond. I’d love to hear your stories.

Enisa Haines is a founding member of RWA. She has previously written romantic suspense but has discovered her real love is paranormal romance. Her current ms was a finalist in the 2014 RWA Selling Synopsis contest and has progressed to the 2nd round of the 2014 RWA Emerald Award.


  1. Hi Enisa,

    There are certainly things that we can't explain or don't make any scientific sense. When my Sister-in-law passed away. I dreamt of her scribbling all over my walls. I'd wake up and try to work out what she was saying. Thinking she was trying to tell me something maybe about her little boy. But not. Again same dream. I tried to to focus on the letters but nothing made sense. It was just writing. I put it aside to work out when the time was right. A few years later I woke up one day and said to my husband. I want to write. When the words left my mouth, I realised that, that's what she was trying to tell me.

    So here I am.


  2. What an amazing experience for you, Enisa. I believe that things happen that are beyond our ability to explain, and I just think they are there to teach us lessons and to expand our minds if we are only willing to let them. Thanks for sharing.

    1. Thanks Leisl. Are with you totally.

  3. Amazing story, Effie. Proof to me that life goes on after death and comforting to all of us here.

    1. I does Enisa. I believe that it does. Your story and people sharing stories like it, solidifies it more.

  4. Thanks for sharing Enisa, such incredible experiences! And Efthalia your experience was beyond cool too! =)

  5. That's beautiful. I'm so pleased you had those extra years with your dad and you had the gift of 'knowing' what was happening. Such amazing things happen in dreams.

    Pancreatic cancer took my favourite aunt (she was also my godmother) almost 18 years ago. Whenever she appeared in my dreams, someone in the family would become ill and, in the case of her brothers and sisters, pass away. Seeing her became a very bittersweet experience.

    She appeared again a little over two years ago just before melanoma took my Dad.

    When I was young, Dad and I often sat outside before bedtime, looked at the stars, wondered if there was life on other planets and the conversation always progressed to what happened when we died. I'm not sure Dad believed what I did, but we promised to let each other know if we were okay once we were on the Other Side.

    Growing up, my Dad's family nickname was Frog. He was also fond of calling himself short, (despite his long skinny legs) fat and bald. The last 3 days of his life, he was in a coma. The night before he died, I whispered in his ear to remember his promise to let me know he was okay. He passed in the early hours.

    That evening I walked into my bathroom and saw something that had never appeared in all the years I've lived here (or since). On my bathroom window was a short, fat frog with the longest, skinniest legs I'd ever seen and I knew then that my Dad was letting me know he was okay.

    I don't know that I'm like you, but I am very much a believer. :)

  6. Lovely story Enisa. When my father in law died I dreamed his coffin arrived in heaven surrounded by thousands of angels singing. I believe we pass on back to heaven. It's good that you received such clear assurances.
    Cathleen Ross

  7. Great post Enisa. I am so glad you got to spend that extra time with your dad.

  8. Marilyn ForsythMay 3, 2014 at 8:59 AM

    You tell wonderful stories, Enisa. xx