22 Years of The Presence

The houses were built during the Civil War...there were two that 
were slaves quarters but much more upscale than the cabins that 
I read about in most books. My husband and I moved there (it was 
a second marriage for both) in the late summer/early fall. 

We had disagreements and often got rather verbal...when suddenly 
there was a presence that came over both of us...then a pleasant 
smell unlike any other (we have been to Hawaii and I know how 
pleasurable Fragrapanie is...but it was better yet). Then a calm, 
sereeness would encompass both of us and the argument would dissipate. 

We didn't discuss what we felt. Then a short time later, we visited 
the neighbor...we were in the kitchen and quite suddenly I saw a man 
in a white shirt...race by....he was hardly visible. Ruth, the neighbor 
asked what I was looking at and I told her. 

She stated that she had seen that severalties but did not think that 
it was real. We later discovered that in the neighbor's house a man 
had fallen down the step and broke his neck....was this the man in 
the white shirt? To this day no one can tell my husband and me what 
the presence was when we argued. Even now....22 years later this 
presence shows up when we are in a heated argument. What is the 
connection? I do not know.  

To add to this...one day I was looking out the front window of the 
house we lived in...and just at clear as you can imagine...I saw 
myself in an old fashioned dress...it look white in color...I was 
waiting for someone to arrive. I was pacing and before long...he 
came up...galloping on a horse.