Three loosely related stories,
When I was a kid, my grandad had been bed ridden for years, we went to see him one day and there was a large shadow on the wall, never been there before and there was nothing casting the shadow. He died that night, my nan said he sat up and held his arms out to the wall where I saw the shadow and said his (deceased) sister's name then died.
My mum committed suicide years ago. Whilst napping on my settee about three years later, my dog who was napping on the floor below me suddenly sat upright and stared at the top corner of the room, followed something with her head from one end of the room to the other, I was alert and suddenly had an overwhelming "sense" that my mum was there and was telling me to go see my dad. I went to his house in Rhyl but he wasn't there, neighbors told me he was taken to hospital the day before. At hospital, he was in intensive care after apparently starving himself half to death. (He was crippled with arthritis and was visited twice a day by health workers). Seems he was binning the food they left for him. He survived, just, for another year.
And finally, after a long long day climbing in Spain, me and my fellow climbers were descending the mountain. At one point we had to abseil, cutting it short, my mate fell free fall for 90 feet and landed on his back on scree (loose rocks), bounced 6 feet in the air and landed on his back between 2 jagged rocks. I ran over and he was OK. A big mountain rescue ensued, he was out of hospital the next day with cuts and severe bruising.A couple of weeks before we left for Spain, his best mate died suddenly, he swears his mate was looking out for him that day, he was also wearing the lads shirt.
There is something out there, if it helps go with it.