Passing the Torch & The White Wolf | 427

[00:00:04] Thanks to all of you for joining me and welcome. I'm your host, Nick Ryan. Tonight's episode is brought to you by my newest supporter, Kathleen. Thank you for making the show possible.

[00:00:47] Our first experience of the night comes to us from Guile, and Guile's experience is called A Tale of Love and Legacy. Hi, Nick. Thank you for what you are doing. I love your podcast. I listen to each episode while I'm working, and I thought that I could share one of my stories with you. I'm French, and listening to you from Ireland.

[00:01:11] Growing up, my family often shared a poignant story about a special moment I experienced with my great-grandma, Audivine, three days before she passed. Although I was just three years old at the time, the memory remains a cherished part of our family history. It was a sunny day, and we had taken Audivine to the beach for a promenade. Knowing that her time with us was limited, my family wanted to enjoy every minute.

[00:01:36] As we walked along the shore, I held her hand tightly. Suddenly, Audivine stopped and gazed into my eyes with a profound intensity. My family told me that in that moment they paused to witness this tender exchange, and that it seemed as if the world around us faded away, leaving only the two of us suspended in time. My parents would later describe it as if my grandma was imparting something deeply meaningful to me, a transfer of her essence, her soul.

[00:02:05] What makes this moment even more remarkable is that Audivine was battling Alzheimer's disease, which had robbed her of many memories, except for a few precious ones, including me and my uncle. Strangely enough, my uncle and I share many similarities, both in appearance and personal traits. As I've grown older, my family has often remarked on how much I resemble Audivine, not just in looks, but also in the way I carry myself.

[00:02:32] Her name is my second name, a tribute that has always made me feel uniquely connected to her. Recently, I was doing my family's genealogy, and I came across an old photograph of Audivine. Each time that I see her face, I am filled with a sense of warmth and familiarity, as if her spirit lives on in me. Was that moment on the beach a tender expression of love, or was it something more mystical, a passing of the torch from one generation to the next?

[00:03:02] I may never know for sure, but what I do know is that it remains a cherished story, a testament to the enduring power of love and family bonds. I wonder if other listeners have similar stories. Thank you so much for your podcast, and I wish you the best. Our next experience comes to us from Mariah, and Mariah says this,

[00:03:29] I want to start off saying thank you for creating a podcast that is a safe space for people's stories. Listening to other people's stories makes me feel less crazy when I think about my own experiences. I have a few different stories. All of these stories revolve around dreams that I've had throughout the years. I'd like to get all of them off my chest, while I can still remember all the details. Story 1. White Wolf When I was about 6 or 7 years old,

[00:03:58] I had a dream I was wandering around in a town I used to live in, in Louisiana. I was lost in a neighborhood I had not recognized. A white wolf appeared to me. It didn't speak. It just stood there in the empty street, looking at me, as if it was waiting for me to follow it. And so I did just that. As I was walking, I noticed that there were no people. Houses were empty. This was not an apocalyptic scene. It was more as if everyone had abandoned the town,

[00:04:27] and I was the only person left in it. Suddenly, a bus appeared, and a large group of people began exiting, as if everyone was finally returning to their homes. But where did they go? And where had they been, this whole time? I didn't understand the meaning of the white wolf in an empty town. Keep this in mind, though, because years later, a hurricane came in 2005, and destroyed my home. I got a creepy feeling when we were finally able to return to my hometown,

[00:04:56] and to find it empty, and abandoned. I'm not sure if my dream was trying to tell me that my hometown would be destroyed, or if this was just a coincidence. Story 2 Our past loved ones can still see, and hear. When I think about this dream of my grandmother, this is the dream that made me look at the other side so differently. Let me start from the beginning. My grandmother was a devoted Catholic,

[00:05:24] a mother, and a grandmother. My whole life, my grandparents helped raise me and my two other siblings. My parents were in our lives, but my grandparents did more of the parenting than my parents when it came to schooling. After losing our homes in Louisiana to Hurricane Katrina in 2005, my parents and grandparents moved to Mississippi, while my siblings lived in different parts of Louisiana. When my sister was 20 years old attending college, she became pregnant with my nephew,

[00:05:53] and he was born in 2008. My grandmother loved all of her children with all of her heart. She truly was the glue to a family that was falling apart, and was dysfunctional. My sister was in a rocky relationship with my nephew's father. I would say that their relationship was like trying to mix oil and water together. It just wasn't going to happen. However, they tried to make it work for my nephew. Unfortunately, though, they began to argue more and more over the next two years.

[00:06:22] My grandmother was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer sometime in 2009, and it hit our family hard. We had already been through so much, losing our home, our family being displaced and falling apart, and she was practically the woman who helped raise me. Well, in June of 2010, we finally lost her after months of battling her cancer. While grieving, my sister and my nephew's father were finally having their bad fallout.

[00:06:50] Since my sister and I have an age gap and lived apart, I never asked her about the details of their arguments. However, this next part is what made me realize that our past loved ones can still hear and see what we do. Months after my grandmother's death, she came to me in a dream. I'm not sure how others dream of their past loved ones, but this dream was more black and white, and shadowy. More like silhouettes, but I could see her face perfectly.

[00:07:19] She was sitting on the ground with her legs crossed, and my nephew was sitting in her lap. My grandmother was petting my nephew's hair while my nephew held a bowl of SpaghettiOs. I say this specific detail because when I was younger, I was a very picky eater, and my grandmother would always fix me a bowl of SpaghettiOs every day for me after school. While petting my nephew's hair, my grandmother looks up at me and says perfectly clearly, I don't like what they're doing to my baby.

[00:07:48] That was the only thing that she said, and at that time, I didn't understand what she meant. Months later, it came out in the conversation between me and my sister that my nephew's father had threatened my sister that he would take my nephew while my sister was at work. He said that he was going to take him back to Utah, where my nephew's father was from, and that my sister would never find him. My sister had counteracted this by saying that she would get full custody and that he would never see his son.

[00:08:16] My nephew was a chess piece in their growing arguments, and my grandmother was upset from beyond the grave of what was happening. Since this dream, I believe that our loved ones are still with us, through the good and the bad. Story 3 Early Birth As a warning, this story has some graphic details. During this next dream, I was about 32 weeks pregnant with my first baby in 2017. My husband and I were living

[00:08:46] with my parents due to financial reasons, so we lived in a tiny room under my parents' roof. As I'm sure you know, being pregnant means you constantly toss and turn and eventually make several trips to the bathroom at night. One night, I had a dream that I was laying next to my husband in our bed at night. My husband had his back to me facing the wall, and I was laying on my back. The dream felt so real because that's exactly how we slept, and our room was arranged just as it was when I was awake.

[00:09:15] I pulled the blankets back as if to get up to make my usual nightly trip to the bathroom, and when I moved the blankets, I had been laying in a puddle of blood. My heart had sunk, and I began to panic. Did I just miscarry my baby? I then placed my hand on my belly, and my baby began to kick my hand. Relief then came over me. My baby is alive, I thought to myself. But the blood, that had to be a sign that something was wrong. The next day, I told my husband

[00:09:44] about my bad dream. Now, my husband is a skeptic. He only believes what he can see and doesn't believe in dreams meaning anything, but I kept on insisting that this baby was going to be coming early, and my husband gave me his usual, it was just a bad dream, Mariah. The baby is fine. That same week, I had an OBGYN appointment, and I went in thinking that it would be a normal appointment, playing my husband's words in my head that it was just a bad dream. However, the appointment went

[00:10:14] from being a normal checkup to the doctor telling me that I was going to have a baby within the next day or two. To clarify, I had developed preeclampsia, a condition where you develop high blood pressure during pregnancy, and it can be life-threatening. The hospital that I was being seen at did not have an NICU, and being only 32 weeks pregnant, I was then put into an ambulance and brought almost an hour away to a larger hospital to be monitored. I ended up having my baby two days later.

[00:10:43] Weighing in at only 4 pounds, my little baby boy was a fighter and spent the next month in the NICU. He is now 7 years old today, and one day I hope that I get to share this story with him. Hopefully, though, he doesn't think that I'm crazy. Story 4 Do some of the dead know they're dead? In 2013, I lost my grandfather. It was rough because he had a seizure on Thanksgiving Day and had passed away

[00:11:13] right after his birthday in December. Let's just say the holidays were mournful. In 2017, I finally had my first dream about my grandfather. Now, my grandfather was not a religious person like my grandmother was. I never saw him go to church or speak to God. He was more of a scientific thinker, and he was also a marine soldier in the Korean War. So I feel as though his views on God came from a different mindset than someone else who's never seen war or even death.

[00:11:43] My grandfather used to sleep on an air mattress on the floor in the living room while my grandmother slept in a bed in their bedroom. In my dream, we were back in the old house in Louisiana. My grandfather was laying on his back on the air mattress, one arm beside him while the other was placed behind his head, and he was staring up at the ceiling. I approached him not sure what to say, as this was the first time that I had dreamt of him since losing him. Without moving or changing his gaze, my grandfather said,

[00:12:12] Are you even real? I then said to him, Grandpa, you're dead. All of a sudden, I was put back outside of the house. It was as if something was upset with what I had said and just grabbed me from behind and shoved me out the back door. This dream has left me with so many questions. Was this a form of purgatory? Do the non-religious souls go to a place where they can't tell what's real and what are illusions? When my grandfather passed away, he was in a medically

[00:12:41] induced coma, so sometimes I wonder if he thought that he was still asleep and dreaming this whole time, not actually realizing that he had passed. These are just questions that can't be answered. Story 5 The Sickness As a warning, this story contains sickness and death. In 2018, I had a dream that I was walking through an old town, picture the era of the Black Plague, because that's exactly

[00:13:11] what it looked like. As I walked, there were people sick in the streets. Some were already deceased on the ground. Some were sitting on the ground coughing and appeared to be on their last legs as well. Men, women, children, all walks of life, sick, and dying. A woman with dark hair approached me. She was neither sick nor dressed like the others. She reminded me more of a medicine woman. She looked at me and said, The white wolf will fall.

[00:13:41] You need to run away. I didn't understand. I had dreamt of the white wolf many years ago as a child before I lost my home. I didn't understand who she was or what any of this meant. I just know that when I dreamt of the white wolf, disaster eventually followed. It was two years later in 2020 when COVID-19 plagued us. And as in my dream, many people of all walks of life passed away from it. That's when it hit me. Is this what the woman

[00:14:10] was trying to show me years ago? She was showing me that sickness was coming and it would be devastating. But being in a world of medicine and vaccines, how could we have known that such a thing would actually come? Story 6 The Miscarriage As a warning, this experience involves the loss of a pregnancy. In 2019, my husband and I had been debating on if we were ready for another baby. We both agreed that there's never really

[00:14:40] a right time for anything, so we tried. I got pregnant in August and we were excited. A few days later, I had a dream that I was holding a pregnancy test, the electric one that shows the word pregnant on it. While looking at the test in my hand, the screen showing the word pregnant began to flash on and off. It did this a few times until the screen finally became blank. Being someone who's had multiple off-the-wall dreams, I had a bad feeling, but I tried to remain positive.

[00:15:10] A week later, I started getting sharp shooting pains in my abdomen. It felt like someone was clawing at me from the inside out, and I ran into the bathroom. That's when I realized I was miscarrying. Let me say that this was the most painful thing I had ever felt in my life, both mentally and physically. I had opened up to my sister-in-law about my dream that I had before the miscarriage, and she comforted me and said this, What could you have done? There's nothing you could have done

[00:15:39] differently that would have changed the outcome. It's not your fault. As broken-hearted as I was, I knew that she was right, but that hasn't stopped me from replaying the dream over and over in my head all these years later, and wondering who my baby would have been. Story 7 Shadow Person I've been listening to your podcast for almost a year now. It wasn't until I started listening that I realized other people have experienced

[00:16:08] seeing shadow people and sleep paralysis, and now I don't feel so crazy. In 2020, I was pregnant with my second son. I will admit I was mentally in not a good place. COVID-19 was going around, and this was my third pregnancy after my recent miscarriage, so I was mentally and physically in a negative space for most of this time. I had a dream that I was laying on my back next to my husband in our bed. His back was turned to me as usual.

[00:16:39] I felt my body stiffen up and pressure on top of my body as if someone was lying on top of me with all their dead weight. This is when a shadow figure appeared by my feet and began to crawl up toward my face. This figure was faceless and had no specific female or male shape. Once it reached my face, I could feel its gaze. I couldn't move or even speak, and I was beyond terrified. The figure then whispered to me, I'm watching you.

[00:17:08] After what felt like an eternity of this thing peering into my soul, it finally released me, and I woke up. Now, my husband and I have been living in our home for almost five years. I haven't had any other dream like that, but it does make me wonder if it's still lingering and waiting to feed off of more negative energy. I have had thoughts about smudging my house, however, I do not come from that sort of background, nor do I know where to begin. Any advice

[00:17:38] or tips would be great. If anyone has advice on how to safely and effectively cleanse a home, please contact me, and I'll be sure to forward your message on to Mariah. As I bring tonight's episode to an end, I would like to thank both Guile and Mariah for coming forward with their experiences. And if you'd like to share your paranormal encounter or learn more about supporting the show, you can find all my contact and support

[00:18:07] information in the show notes and as always at paranormalmysteriespodcast.com. Until next time, thank you again for being here and I hope you'll join me for my next episode as we continue our journey into the unexplained, right here on Paranormal Mysteries.