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Posted by: Elspeth 17-Aug-2004, 07:28 AM
When I was in my 20's a friend was killed in an car accident. Killed leaving the bar we all had been hanging out at only hours before. In fact, I might have been the last person to talk to him.

At that time I was housesitting with a friend who had dated Marty. The next night we were in the family room which had a sliding glass door covered by draperies. All of a sudden I knew Marty was on the other side of those glass doors. I knew all I had to do was pull aside the curtain and there he would be. I couldn't do it. Because I knew that not only was he there, he was also a soul in torment, forever cut off from the human companionship he craved. I knew he was trying to get back to where he could never again go.


This is the same house that earlier when my friend and I stayed there I heard footsteps in the hall in the night. Footsteps that stopped outside my door. I waited, thinking it was my friend, but nothing was said and the footsteps then retreated.

In the morning, my friend asked me why I walked up to her door in the night. She said she even sat up in bed and asked me what I wanted. But of course there was no answer. Only ghostly footsteps in the night......

Posted by: Caoimhe 17-Aug-2004, 05:44 PM
I bought a house, and soon after we moved in, we would hear doors closing in rooms where no one was or footsteps going up or down the stairs. Sometimes when I would go upstairs, I could smell a faint trace of perfume at the landing. It was similar to a bath powder scent, and if I moved away from that spot, the scent would go away. One night while I was sleeping for some reason I just woke up. I looked around the darkened room and a woman was standing beside the bed right next to me, looking at me. I screamed and sat up with a jolt. She disappeared. The sounds and the trace of her perfume did not occur again after that.
I later learned that not long after the man and woman built that beautiful house and moved in, she became ill and died in bed one night in the same room where I slept.

Posted by: freekenny 18-Aug-2004, 03:09 PM
O'siyo,
Something that attracted me to this big 'ol house of mine enough so to purchase it was the energy I felt from it the first time I walked through the front doors~
Around Christmas time, my first Christmas here '03, I had some friends over for a 'celebration' of sorts..one of my girlfriends brought her youngest daughter, Savannah, to the festivities..she and a couple of the other children were down in the basement watching Christmas cartoons when all of a sudden I heard her, not in a panic, yell my name...I went down to the basement where she was sitting on a chair she had moved in front of a shower in the laundry area..when I asked what was the matter she whispered in the most calm, peaceful voice, 'who's the old man in the shower? Is it your grandpa?'...of course being a believer in the 'supernatural' and the 'spirit world' and knowing what/who she had seen, I got cold chills because of her innocence and her 'gift' of sight biggrin.gif I couldn't say anything..all I could do is fight back the tears cry.gif and allow myself to smile~ She is at the tender age of 6 and being respectful to others I didn't want to 'explain' anything in that realm to her without permission from her parents nor did I wish for it to go ignored...I explained to her that it was a man that used to live here and from time to time he likes to come back and visit angel.gif She stood up, pulled the shower curtain back and said, 'I told you it was okay for you to watch cartoons with me'...without missing a beat she went back to the TV area and continued to watch cartoons.
New Year's Eve, I, again had some friends over for festivities and again, Savannah blessed me with her presence..I had been doing research on this home for several months and had come across some old black and white photographs from the public library and county courthouse of the previous owners and stumbled onto some photographs of the man that built this home in the early 1900's..I made copies and brought them back here...well before everyone showed up I got out my scrapbook and laid some of the pictures on the dining room table..when Savannah arrived she went into the dining room and amongst several photographs she picked out 3..she brought them into me and asked me if I knew who this man was...I made myself not smile wink.gif and before answering I asked her if she knew who it was...'But yes I do, it is the old man that was in the shower and is over by the fireplace now'... rolleyes.gif She took my hand and together we walked into my living room, sat down in a rocking chair and watched the old man standing by the fireplace smoking his cigar..not once did she ask me if I was scared and I knew without a doubt that this angel of a child didn't fear this man that was 'invisible' to everyone else hug.gif
I shall cherish this experience for as long as I am blessed with life here on Mother Earth~~ love.gif
~~Eyes wide open for anything is possible,
Sty-U red_bandana.gif

Posted by: freekenny 25-Aug-2004, 08:14 PM
O'siyo,
Well, just letting all know that this 'ol house is still 'active' wink.gif While searching for a set of golf clubs this eve, I had to go into a closet that also has the entrance to my attic in it..While in there, the closet door kept closing on me lookaround.gif and the door to the attic began to rattle a bit rolleyes.gif I just love this 'ol house!~ love.gif
~Sty-U red_bandana.gif

Posted by: freekenny 08-Oct-2004, 01:01 AM
O'siyo,
~Well perhaps it has been due to the 2 Full Moons in September and the Harvest Moon, Native Americans also know this Moon as the Hunters Moon, this month that has 'increased the activity' in my home unsure.gif I have been experiencing so much more activity than usual~ I have several pieces of NA Pottery in my living room on the main floor and since I have been home from my travels, pieces of it are getting moved around on my mantle~ When I am in the basement I can hear footsteps upstairs and I am the only one home~ eek.gif My dining room chairs are pulled away from the table and this little detail is kind of 'wigging' out my house-mate~ lol.gif I just adore this 'ol home~
~~Sty-U red_bandana.gif

Posted by: Sekhmet 08-Oct-2004, 10:19 AM
I live in an active house too. We've been here for almost seven years, and while the activity waxes and wanes, there's very few dull moments around here.

My niece was over for a few days not long ago, and I saw her toddle into the kitchen (she's 3) and didn't come back out to ask for something to eat, and I didn't hear her getting into anything, but I followed her in just the same. There she is standing at the top of the basement stairs, looking down the stairwell. No panic, no fear, nothing. She casually looked up at me and said "who's that? Is that your mommy?"

I sort of blinked and turned the light on to the stairs, but still didn't see anything, though I had that "feeling" creeping up on me. I asked her what she saw, and she said that there was a lady there standing, but it was ok, she won't hurt us. Then she wandered back into the living room to play with my daughters.

My eldest daughter can see them so well that she sometimes has trouble distinguishing between real people and spirits. One day this summer I was sitting on the porch talking with my husband while she played with her sidewalk chalk, and all of a sudden she stood up, walked over to the corner of the sidewalk, and yelled at someone in the road to "leave my mommy and daddy alone!" Then went back to drawing like nothing happened. I suppose I should mention that there's a funeral home on the next block down, where she was facing...

I've got a million stories! Pick my brain! biggrin.gif

Posted by: freekenny 08-Oct-2004, 12:36 PM
O'siyo Sekhmet,
~ I would just love to 'pick your brain' for interesting 'ghost stories' tongue.gif I have had the 'gift' of vision since a young girl, my grandmother says I was about 3 years old when I saw my first 'spirit'...so I could share some intersting stories with you as well wink.gif Perhaps we could have some tea and chat one morn or eve!~ Have a blessed and peaceful day and eve~ By the way, if you haven't already, have you considered starting a journal of sorts to document the 'sightings'? I keep one because I want to document the 'history' of this home as well as other 'sightings' I have encountered....perhaps I will one day give it to my nieces and nephews so I can traumatize them lol.gif
~~Sty-U red_bandana.gif

Posted by: Sekhmet 08-Oct-2004, 01:18 PM
QUOTE (freekenny @ 08-Oct-2004, 02:36 PM)
By the way, if you haven't already, have you considered starting a journal of sorts to document the 'sightings'?

Things started the first day I was in this house. Actually, the odd thing was that our landlord had trouble renting this house for quite some time, even to his son and his family. Apparently things got so bad that they packed up and moved out in the middle of the night and refused to come back save to move out. It's gotten kinda hairy here a few times, but not to that point by any means.

I'd discussed the house on various forums, and I do some ghosthunting every so often, so a local group was in here about three years ago and did a formal investigation. An author was there too, and now we're featured in a ghost book. Woot. There was a little bit of activity in the house while they were there, and photos taken produced a couple of definite maybes, but nothing spectacular.

I'm a historian, so investigating the house was one of the first things I did when I got the chance. Before the landlord there was just one other owner. He was a railyard worker, an immigrant from Ireland. He built the house and put on the additions as well, and he died either in the master bedroom or the living room; the stories vary. I'm inclined to say the living room simply because of the activity in there. But he's a gentle old soul, so we get along fine. There's three others that we knew of before my neice mentioned the lady on the stairs. *That* one I'm trying to figure out.

But yeah...PM me whenever you want to chat!

Posted by: Dreamer1 08-Oct-2004, 09:12 PM
QUOTE (Sekhmet @ 08-Oct-2004, 03:18 PM)
I'm a historian, so investigating the house was one of the first things I did when I got the chance.  Before the landlord there was just one other owner.  He was a railyard worker, an immigrant from Ireland.  He built the house and put on the additions as well, and he died either in the master bedroom or the living room; the stories vary.  I'm inclined to say the living room simply because of the activity in there.  But he's a gentle old soul, so we get along fine.  There's three others that we knew of before my neice mentioned the lady on the stairs.  *That* one I'm trying to figure out. 

But yeah...PM me whenever you want to chat!

Sekhmet,

Did your landlord tell you about the other renters he's had? How many years has he been renting it out? Do you know who the three others are, and how did you know they were there? I wonder if your landlord would know who the new lady is.

We're fortunate to live in an antique house also, and have always been mindful of the generations who've lived here before us. You can't help but to wonder about them as you're climbing stairs that are worn down in the middle by all the years of use! Also, interesting things are always pushing their way up out of the ground from years past. We've saved nearly everything, except the obviously contemporary things. My hubby thinks we're nuts to keep them all, but our girls and I look at those things as treasures, and reminders of other lives.

I think your house, and "guests", are lucky to have such a sympathetic and understanding family there now. I hope you're able to find out more!

Dreamer1

Posted by: Shadows 10-Oct-2004, 03:57 PM
Here is something to consider:

All life is like a movie in the respect that there are frames of life,

any number of entities can inhabit those frames at anytime.

The place never changes ( in a metophysical sence ) but the energy that occupies it does. We all can walk through these frames and encounter those who also walk through these frames. It is hightened awareness of that energy that creates "ghosts", the energy that is always there in the same frame.


Posted by: freekenny 11-Oct-2004, 07:30 PM
O'siyo Shadow,
~ 'frames of life..many entities can inhabit the same frame' wink.gif Indeed~
But, I believe the metaphysical does change for that is what 'attracts' so many entities in the same frame at the same tyme~ Something of common interest but, not without change 'caused' this 'gathering'~ gossip.gif
Okay, just my 'two-cents' wine.gif
~Sty-U red_bandana.gif

Posted by: Sekhmet 13-Oct-2004, 11:07 AM
QUOTE (Dreamer1 @ 08-Oct-2004, 11:12 PM)

Did your landlord tell you about the other renters he's had? How many years has he been renting it out? Do you know who the three others are, and how did you know they were there? I wonder if your landlord would know who the new lady is.

Sorry I didn't get to this sooner...kept slipping my mind!

Actually, when we moved in, the landlord mentioned the strange things going on, but then dropped the subject later on and acted like he'd never mentioned it. His wife, when I tried to broach the subject, got downright angry with me. About a week or so later, she was down at my girlfriend's house, and she told her *everything*. She didn't want us to get upset or spooked and leave, and so she just denied everything. Now, why she went and made a full confession to my girlfriend, knowing it was going to go straight to me, is anyone's guess.

He had originally bought the house for himself, and had been in the process of renovating it when his father died, and they inherited his house. Since they were paying mortgage on this one, and he really wanted his childhood home, my landlord began to rent this one out. I believe they said that it had stood vacant for a year or so, then they had bought it. First family that was in here was my landlord's son and his wife and children. I *still* don't know what went on that made them leave in the middle of the night. That much was never mentioned.

The second family was a single mother and her children, and they stayed here maybe two years. The third was another single mother, and to say she was a little off her rocker would have been a mild understatement. She skipped out on the house and left it an absolute wreck. I mean...we're talking defying belief wreckage. It took between my landlord and my husband and roomate at the time weeks to get it habitable for my newborn daughter and I.

Things actually started that first night. I started hearing things being moved around in the attic while I was in the tub, but being on the heavy painkillers I was on, and as dead tired as I was, I initially thought that it was my neighbors upstairs in our old apartment building. That was the first "waitaminit" moment I had. laugh.gif

I'll continue this on another post...this one's getting kinda long. smile.gif

Posted by: Dreamer1 15-Oct-2004, 09:47 AM
QUOTE (Sekhmet @ 13-Oct-2004, 01:07 PM)


Actually, when we moved in, the landlord mentioned the strange things going on, but then dropped the subject later on and acted like he'd never mentioned it. His wife, when I tried to broach the subject, got downright angry with me. About a week or so later, she was down at my girlfriend's house, and she told her *everything*. She didn't want us to get upset or spooked and leave, and so she just denied everything. Now, why she went and made a full confession to my girlfriend, knowing it was going to go straight to me, is anyone's guess.

He had originally bought the house for himself, and had been in the process of renovating it when his father died, and they inherited his house. Since they were paying mortgage on this one, and he really wanted his childhood home, my landlord began to rent this one out. I believe they said that it had stood vacant for a year or so, then they had bought it. First family that was in here was my landlord's son and his wife and children. I *still* don't know what went on that made them leave in the middle of the night. That much was never mentioned.

The second family was a single mother and her children, and they stayed here maybe two years. The third was another single mother, and to say she was a little off her rocker would have been a mild understatement. She skipped out on the house and left it an absolute wreck. I mean...we're talking defying belief wreckage. It took between my landlord and my husband and roomate at the time weeks to get it habitable for my newborn daughter and I.

Things actually started that first night. I started hearing things being moved around in the attic while I was in the tub, but being on the heavy painkillers I was on, and as dead tired as I was, I initially thought that it was my neighbors upstairs in our old apartment building. That was the first "waitaminit" moment I had. laugh.gif

I'll continue this on another post...this one's getting kinda long. smile.gif

Maybe it was a case of mixed emotions? She felt you deserved to know what to expect, but didn't want to lose another tenant, or upset her husband? unsure.gif

If the house was vacant for a year or more, do you think that was after the original owner had passed away (or moved), or were there more owners between the original and the vacant time?

Please go on!
(We don't mind long Posts tongue.gif )

Posted by: Sekhmet 15-Oct-2004, 12:33 PM
QUOTE (Dreamer1 @ 15-Oct-2004, 11:47 AM)
If the house was vacant for a year or more, do you think that was after the original owner had passed away (or moved), or were there more owners between the original and the vacant time?

It's possible. I haven't gone down to the courthouse to research the deed like I should've by now. I can't remember offhand whether the first owner died, then his wife went to a rest home, or if it was the other way around now. In either case, the wife didn't die there, just the husband.

Patrick seems to frequent most parts of the house, but most especially the living room and the master bedroom. He'll make brief forays into the dining room every so often too. He's gentle, though...and he seems to like the children. I've watched toys and bottles roll right to them while they played on the floor, back when my oldest had her crib in my room the mobile would turn on its own, but not play the music box. She'd sit there and coo and giggle at something every so often, but I only remember her being startled once. She was napping and so was I one afternoon, and she woke up with an unholy shriek that jumped me out of bed before I knew what was going on. I remember scooping her up in my arms and then there was a blast of cold air, then nothing, and she was fine. He's shut off lamps, knocked a few things over, that sort of thing, but he's never been agressive.

I've heard (and so has my husband) a baby cry once in awhile, though it's been a few years since I've heard it. It's that distinct newborn's cry. One day I was up in my room getting a book for my girlfriend, and was heading downstairs to leave when I heard a baby cry. Now, with my first only being a few months old and I was pregnant again to boot, the maternal instincts kicked in without even thinking, and I turned around and headed back up to tend to the baby. Which was one of my other "waitaminit" moments: nobody else was home; they were all at my girlfriend's house at the time. The sound came from the small bedroom next to the master bedroom, and when I got there, naturally enough, nothing was there. I've been rousted out of bed more than once with this one.

The third one might just be residuals from someone or other. We'll hear a female voice speaking, but in very low, hushed tones. Meanwhile everyone's going nuts trying to figure out who's outside, or if there's a clock radio on, or the television's on somewhere. They're not, and it eventually fades and we never find the source. *That* one can be maddening.

The fourth is the one that causes the most problems. Back in the 40s, a man was attempting to cross the street in front of our house when he got picked off by a truck, and his body was thrown up onto the porch. He's been...shall we say, a little less than happy ever since? You can hear heavy footsteps on the porch, particularly late at night, but I've heard them in broad daylight, and there's nobody there. It feels like someone's staring into our living room windows (that classic "feel like you're being watched" sensation), particularly the picture window on a regular basis, and it's gotten much worse than that.

I've seen the porch chairs go flying of their own volition, he's hammered on the doors and the wall next to them so hard that he's rattled the glass in the windows, and of course when you go out to look...nothing. He's sent my sister into a full-blown panic more than once while she was staying overnight. Now she sleeps in the spare bedroom and won't stay on the couch. He's just...not a happy camper. Ever.

Now there's been other odd things that have gone on that we can't really attribute to one or another. Everyone at least once has seen a vaguely humanoid, shadowy shape go up the stairs. There's still the random noises up in the attic on occasion, which sounds like someone's moving boxes or heavy furniture around. When we used to dogsit, Face (he was a malamute/shepherd) liked to guard me and the girls, but he would never follow us into the living room. He'd get to the doorway, then lay there and bawl. If we went to any other room in the house, he was fine.

Needless to say, there's few dull moments in this house. But honestly, I've never felt threatened...or more to the point, I haven't let Mr. Happy on the porch bother me. The day my daughter very proudly claimed that she "grounded" the ghosts up to the attic I laughed, but for days after that the noise up there was much more frequent. Kinda makes me wonder if she did after all. laugh.gif


Posted by: JaneyMae 22-Oct-2004, 09:59 AM
Excellent! You really don't have many dull moments in your home. biggrin.gif

Posted by: JaneyMae 22-Oct-2004, 10:04 AM
Now one of mine....

My Aunt Weege (real name Eliza Jane but nicknamed after the Ouija board) passed on 40 years ago. During very difficult times in my life she has come to me both waking and in the waking twilight. She sits with me and has comforted me. She has watched over my children when their "visitor" was in the basement with them and when the "woman" walked the hall between their bedrooms. She protected my son when he was tiny the night a malevolent spirit from my childhood followed us home from a seance. She was even there with us the morning my mom died. I felt her by mom's bed, an arm around me, and then they left together. She was awsome in life and remains so!

Posted by: maisky 25-Oct-2004, 08:29 AM
A few years back, when we lived in Cartersville, GA, we moved into a haunted house. We didn't know about it when we moved in, but the cold presence in one bedroom and (occasionally) in the front room made us ask the neighbors about the house. It seemed there was a murder there. Additionally, my youngest daughter, who occupied the bedroom, is sensitive and reacted VERY badly to the presence. After about 6 months of doing our Buddhist practice in the front room, the presence finally left: too much positive energy for it. Our youngest kid recovered from her problems shortly thereafter.

Posted by: Crooktooth 28-Oct-2004, 03:24 PM
I actually started a similar thread on the forums for http://www.puzzlepirates.com/. Here are my stories.

I had visited friend of mine who lived in Coloma, CA (right in the middle of the gold country) a couple of times, and every time I was in his house it seemed like there was some kind of "cloud" of oppression, that hung about a foot and a half from the living room ceiling. Nothing visible or tangible, just a feeling. When I finally asked my friend about it, he told me that the previous owner had hung himself in the living room.

Another time myself and another friend were hanging around out side my parents home, which is way out in the sticks. I think their closest neighbor was maybe a mile away. We were the only people there. During the course of our conversation he had mentioned his older sister, who had been hit and killed in front of him, years before, while pulling out of the driveway on a motorcycle. About twenty minutes later, we were both just sitting quiet, and I smelled something sweet that I almost recognized. I turned to him and asked if he smelled it too, and his face went stark white. He said," It's strawberry shampoo", and he was right, that was exactly the scent. The wind came up for a second. He went on to say it was the same scent that his sister had always used. The wind died down again, and the smell was gone.

Posted by: bubba 31-Oct-2004, 10:28 AM
The house we raised our kids in had a spirit that let itself be known. The house was built in 1896, a farm house. We heard occasional steps on the stairs when we first moved in but thought nothing of it. It was an old house so we thought it was just noises from the structure. Then things started disappearing for a short time. On time my wifes set of crochet hooks disappeared. We went nuts hunting for them. A week later they turned up under one of our sons bed. The noises got more frequent and things started getting knocked over. I went and looked up the history of the place.
In 1903 a girl named Abigail died there in one of the back bedrooms upstairs from pneumonia. She was 9 years old. One night when I couldn't find my keys I just said, Ok Abigail, where are they. I went back in the kitchen and they were back on the hook where I left them. After that we always acknowleged her presence and the tricks stopped for the most part. She still made her presence known and a few times we heard what sounded like a giggle before some little trick. Initially it must have been the lonely spirit of Abigail trying to find friends. My wife thought I was a bit nuts, but one night I sat in that back room and talked to Abigail. I explained that she could move on and rejoin her family if she tried. She didn't have to stay there alone. A few weeks later there was a feeling in the house of incredible happiness and that was the last we ever felt of her.

Posted by: freekenny 01-Nov-2004, 11:01 PM
O'siyo bubba,
~ What an incredible and splendid story! tongue.gif I loved reading it! Very, very kind of you to 'speak' to this girl..very wonderful that she finally found 'home' cheers.gif
~~Sty-U red_bandana.gif

Posted by: freekenny 01-Nov-2004, 11:27 PM
O'siyo,
~ I have a few wonderful stories (in my opinion) to share! While on my journey throughout the deep South tongue.gif I encountered some wonderful 'spirits' hypocrite.gif
~ The first spirit I saw was at Vicksburg, Mississippi at the Civil War Battlefield/Park. Of course everyone sees spirits on a battlefield or in a cemetery right? I went there really believing that I wouldn't see anything because it would be somewhat common and obvious dry.gif While walking these grounds I went up to one of the memorials dedicated to Lt. Gen. John C. Pemberton, Confederate..without thinking I took both hands and touched his eyes on the statue...it was a hot day, around 89, and when I touched his eyes my hands went cold dontgetit.gif I continued my tour through the battlefield but, had the strongest feeling that something was following me~ It was a day without a breeze yet, each tyme this 'spirit' was watching me I would see and hear the ruffles of tree branches on just a few trees around me~ Every other tree in the battlefield was still~ lookaround.gif Once when I was high on a knoll I looked down into a valley of sorts and saw a hazy, gray mist walking into the woods~ This spirit was wearing a Confederate uniform and in my opinion it wasn't a uniform of a 'common soldier'..I felt this spirit for the remainder of my tyme on the battlefield rolleyes.gif
~ The 'wild thing' about this encounter is this past weekend, Halloween, I was watching a show on the Travel Channel about Haunted Places and one of the stories featured the Vicksburg Memorial Battlefield/Park.. it mentioned that Pemberton 'enjoys' following women both on the battlefield and at the Whaley House which is on the battlefield..it has been reported that many females have claimed to have seen him walking about rolleyes.gif
~ The whole experience was simply SPLENDID!
~~ Sty-U and happy 'ghost hunting' red_bandana.gif wine.gif

Posted by: freekenny 01-Nov-2004, 11:40 PM
O'siyo,
~ Another spirit that I encountered was while at an O'ginalli's home..We were sitting outside when all of a sudden and out of nowhere came this huge black shadow unsure.gif It was dark outside so I couldn't really 'see' what it was but, it made a huge shadow on the side of the house and when it went by me, I felt as if an ice cold bucket of water had just been thrown on me..I felt sick to my stomach..it wasn't an unpleasant encounter just one that made me shudder tongue.gif
~~Sty-U red_bandana.gif

Posted by: freekenny 02-Nov-2004, 12:12 AM
O'siyo,
~ Yet another spirit story tongue.gif I have to say this was my favourite and most intense encounter while on my journey wink.gif
~ I was riding on Nachez Trace in Miss when I found myself stopped and walking down this trail that lead to a community/town, what was left of it, that disappeared so to speak in the late1800's/early1900's...the only structure left was this old church~ It was beautiful! I walked up the trail and made my way inside~ When I first walked in you could smell the overwhelming odor of aged wood, almost a stale smell but so inviting! rolleyes.gif The first 'thing' that caught my eye was to the left against a wall sitting in a pew was an older man~ Looked to may have been a farmer because of the overalls and straw hat~ He smelled of a faint wood burning stove odor ( I hope that makes sense)..He never turned around to look at me, he stared straight ahead as if watching something..my guess was he was waiting for the service to begin~ sleep.gif
~ I walked around ended up in the front of the church where I sat down on a pew in the front row~ A O'ginalli walked up to the podium and I asked them to read something from the Bible that was on the stand..As they began to read a few passages a petite, African-American lady walked right through the wall of the church!! eek.gif My O'ginalli was reading this entire tyme~ I looked at this lady in disbelief, not genuine disbelief but, a feeling that I couldn't believe I just saw what I did unsure.gif I kept staring at her when she finally turned to me, put her finger on her lips as to say 'Shhhhh' and then she pointed up to the podium where my O'ginalli was reading..Without second thought I turned and looked at my O'ginalli and when I glanced back over to the corner, the lady was gone sad.gif I just sat there for a bit taking it all in and still being able to 'see' the man in the corner..I remember thinking to myself, 'why doesn't he leave?'....About that tyme my left arm came off of my lap and into the air as if someone was holding it there ohmy.gif I felt someone holding my arm but, it wasn't a cold, uncomfortable feeling..when I looked to my left I saw the lady again and smelled the overwhelming aroma of homemade biscuits! It was amazing! I immediately stood up and was ready to move on wink.gif
~ In back of this church is an old cemetery..it was used to bury the folks of this community, Rocky Springs I believe was the name of the lost town..I'll have to double check as I visited so many places..walking back there once you walked through the iron gates there was an immediate temperature drop~ huh.gif I felt a lot of uneasiness there~ I saw the lady again standing in the corner over by a tall rock headstone~ I didn't see a name on it anywhere but, suspected that it was this ladies~ After my adventures there I walked back down the trail and sat down on the ground..when I visit graveyards/cemetaries I get a wicked headache~ So before riding on my way, I wanted to get my 'wits' back~ While sitting there I heard someone walking up behind me..I never 'saw' anything but heard a voice in almost a whisper say 'Ruth'...I had been thinking about what this ladies name could've been and I guess you could say I got my answer wink.gif
~ Blessed and splendid encounters!
~~ Sty-U red_bandana.gif

Posted by: Aaediwen 02-Nov-2004, 10:05 AM
Maches Trace is a beautiful area smile.gif I may have to check that church out sometime if I ever get back down there smile.gif

Posted by: Dreamer1 02-Nov-2004, 03:10 PM
Freekenny,

I think Ruth really enjoyed your visit, and the fact that you stayed calm while seeing her may have been reassuring for her as well. Maybe she took your arm in an attempt to invite you over for tea and biscuits! I'm glad it was a positive experience for you both. (Did your O'ginalli notice anything?) I hope you do get a chance to go back for a longer visit, and find out more about the history of the village and why it's now nearly gone.

Lt.Gen.Pemberton sounds like quite a character! I bet he kept things interesting while he was alive! laugh.gif

What a great trip you had! Thanks for sharing it with us.

Dreamer1

Posted by: freekenny 02-Nov-2004, 03:15 PM
O'siyo Aaediwen,
~ Indeed Nachez Trace is splendid! You really should check out that ol' church and cemetery eek.gif It is full of 'spirits'! The Trace was interesting because where I was at was the last place one could stop for provisions while heading North~
~ The one thing that kept 'hitting' me like a ton of bricks, both here and on the Vicksburg Civil War Battlefield, was the overwhelming realization that Native Americans, Soldiers, Generals, Town Folk, Slaves and people of many ethnic backgrounds literally walked on the soil I stood on happy.gif It was humbling! There was so MUCH ENERGY everywhere I went! It was splendid!
~~Sty-U red_bandana.gif

Posted by: Dreamer1 02-Nov-2004, 03:19 PM
QUOTE (freekenny @ 02-Nov-2004, 01:40 AM)
O'siyo,
~ Another spirit that I encountered was while at an O'ginalli's home..We were sitting outside when all of a sudden and out of nowhere came this huge black shadow unsure.gif It was dark outside so I couldn't really 'see' what it was but, it made a huge shadow on the side of the house and when it went by me, I felt as if an ice cold bucket of water had just been thrown on me..I felt sick to my stomach..it wasn't an unpleasant encounter just one that made me shudder tongue.gif
~~Sty-U red_bandana.gif

Freekenny,

Have you ever encountered this type of thing before? What do you think it was? unsure.gif Was your friend also able to see it (and have a reaction to it), and if so what did they think? Has it ever happened there before (is it a resident threat)? I wonder where this thing came from and what its intentions were. I wouldn't want to live near something that hostile.

Glad you're okay.
Dreamer1

Posted by: freekenny 02-Nov-2004, 03:33 PM
QUOTE (Dreamer1 @ 02-Nov-2004, 04:10 PM)
Freekenny,

I think Ruth really enjoyed your visit, and the fact that you stayed calm while seeing her may have been reassuring for her as well. Maybe she took your arm in an attempt to invite you over for tea and biscuits! I'm glad it was a positive experience for you both. (Did your O'ginalli notice anything?) I hope you do get a chance to go back for a longer visit, and find out more about the history of the village and why it's now nearly gone.

Lt.Gen.Pemberton sounds like quite a character! I bet he kept things interesting while he was alive! laugh.gif

What a great trip you had! Thanks for sharing it with us.

Dreamer1

O'siyo Dreamer,
~ Indeed my O'ginalli did notice somethings tongue.gif They noticed the smell of biscuits, saw Ruth lift my arm and heard her follow us down the trail~ My O'ginalli also felt a bit 'uneasy' in the cemetery unsure.gif
~ Perhaps Ruth did want to invite me for tea and biscuits but, think she could've just tapped me on the shoulder? tongue.gif Would've been a bit less-shocking! lol.gif
~As for the town Rocky Springs, the reasons it became known as the 'Lost Town' was because first, yellow-fever took its toll on the folks killing many..secondly, the boll-weavel become a nuisance destroying the crops which was devastating and caused starvation and caused several people to leave the town..thirdly, the farmers failed to keep their soil 'up to par' and the longer the soil was abused and not nurtured the soil was no longer fit to use for crops..the soil there was from a Prehistoric-Dust Storm and the more the farmers used it the more this 'poor soil' was exposed~ Something that I found 'unusual' and odd at best was the fact that the town got its name from the ample Springs/Water supply and without warning, the Springs 'dried up'~ unsure.gif
~ In Native American culture and with some tribes this is a 'bad omen'..it gave warning to all that this particular land needed to be left alone for there are sacred 'spirits' on that land and being there is being disrespectful sleep.gif So the 'sacred spirits' would 'cause' the land to be uninhabitable~
~ I agree with you Dreamer about Pemberton! wink.gif Typical man! whistling.gif
~~Sty-U red_bandana.gif

Posted by: freekenny 02-Nov-2004, 03:48 PM
QUOTE (Dreamer1 @ 02-Nov-2004, 04:19 PM)
QUOTE (freekenny @ 02-Nov-2004, 01:40 AM)
O'siyo,
~ Another spirit that I encountered was while at an O'ginalli's home..We were sitting outside when all of a sudden and out of nowhere came this huge black shadow unsure.gif It was dark outside so I couldn't really 'see' what it was but, it made a huge shadow on the side of the house and when it went by me, I felt as if an ice cold bucket of water had just been thrown on me..I felt sick to my stomach..it wasn't an unpleasant encounter just one that made me shudder tongue.gif
~~Sty-U red_bandana.gif

Freekenny,

Have you ever encountered this type of thing before? What do you think it was? unsure.gif Was your friend also able to see it (and have a reaction to it), and if so what did they think? Has it ever happened there before (is it a resident threat)? I wonder where this thing came from and what its intentions were. I wouldn't want to live near something that hostile.

Glad you're okay.
Dreamer1

O'siyo Dreamer,
~ Aye, my O'ginalli did see this entity! They 'saw' the shadow on the side of the house~They told me that the hair on their neck and arms stood straight up~ It came up behind them and that is when I first 'saw' it~ unsure.gif I have encountered what I call 'dark shadows' but oddly enough never outside! It kinda took me aback because it came out of no where! eek.gif Not certain to what it was but, I could speculate and say perhaps that 'something' attached itself to me or my O'ginalli at the Civil War Battlefield? sad.gif One could also speculate and claim it was just a spirit finding its way 'home'~ I do know that it attempted to walk through the house, perhaps to enter the home, but to no avail~ That is when all of a sudden I felt that cold, sick to my stomach feeling then I 'saw' it above me then it was gone~ I know I felt drained after this encounter but, again, it didn't disturb me enough to be 'scared'~ Interesting to say the least! My O'ginalli asked me how many other 'spirits' did I have in store for them to 'see'..I just laughed and whispered, ' I can't help it that I see dead people'.... lol.gif
~~Sty-U red_bandana.gif

Posted by: Dreamer1 02-Nov-2004, 09:15 PM
laugh.gif Just tell them that life is much more interesting when you're around!

Dreamer1

Posted by: freekenny 03-Nov-2004, 06:14 PM
QUOTE (Dreamer1 @ 02-Nov-2004, 10:15 PM)
laugh.gif Just tell them that life is much more interesting when you're around!

Dreamer1

O'siyo Dreamer,
~ Yeah I could or I could just tell them that life with me around is just plain weird! lookaround.gif lol.gif
~~Sty-U red_bandana.gif

Posted by: dragonboy3611 06-Nov-2004, 04:36 PM
Wow...it's all interesting!

Posted by: freekenny 10-Nov-2004, 02:35 PM
O'siyo,
~ Well, I had to have my baby Cowboy (cat) put to sleep Friday eve~ rip_1.gif I am so incredibly sad, a feeling that I know will pass, however I am not certain to how soon the tears will stop cry.gif
~ I buried my baby Cowboy Saturday morn in one of my flower gardens and placed a kneeling angel on his 'grave'~ I talked to him the entire tyme as I wrapped some spearmint, white sacred sage, juniper berries and pinion pine in a piece of leather and placed in his favourite blanket along with him~ cry.gif
~ I was in such shock at his sudden illness, of course the guilt I feel is unbelievable and now that he isn't here with me physically is heartwrenching! I was in the basement sitting on a bed praying to the Great Spirit to bless me with some peace about all this~ As I opened my eyes I caught a glimpse of Cowboy walking down the stairs that lead to the basement..He always stopped on the second to last step and always looked at me and waited for me to say,'Come on Cowboy, come lay down with mama'..well I spoke these words and as plain as day I watched this baby of mine walk right over to the bed and jump on it, lay down on his favourite pillow~ This caused my tears to cease and just as I reached over to his pillow to pet him, well, he wasn't there~ sad.gif I have seen him twice since Saturday and I just know that Cowboy will always be here with me~ But, sheesh, I so miss him! NI YA WE Great Spirit for allowing me to see animal spirits and Ni Ya We for blessing me with that gift!
~~Sty-U red_bandana.gif

Posted by: dragonboy3611 10-Nov-2004, 03:34 PM
I am soo sorry freekenny! That's a terrible loss!

My mother said when see put down our cat Abby, awhile back that she kept seeing her were she normally would.

It made me sortof scared that I would see her, yet I sortof wanted to....I never did.

Posted by: Dreamer1 11-Nov-2004, 09:08 PM
Freekenny,

I'm so sorry for you and for Cowboy, too. cry.gif I know how hard this has been for you, and how much you miss him. Remember, though, that he will always be with you! (You know that even better than I do.) I just wish we had more control over the times we could "visit" those we love.

Thinking of you.
Dreamer1

Posted by: freekenny 30-Nov-2004, 03:56 PM
QUOTE (dragonboy3611 @ 10-Nov-2004, 04:34 PM)
I am soo sorry freekenny! That's a terrible loss!

My mother said when see put down our cat Abby, awhile back that she kept seeing her were she normally would.

It made me sortof scared that I would see her, yet I sortof wanted to....I never did.

O'siyo dragonboy,
~ Ni Ya We for your words..very kind of you..if I may share something with you..You say that you were 'sorta scared' when you thought of seeing Abby but, yet you 'kinda wanted too' but, never did..may I share with you why it is that you didn't see Abby? sleep.gif It has been my personal experience that if one has fear it inhibits the mind not allowing one to 'see' something that the eyes can't explain happy.gif Your mom saw Abby because she was the closest to her perhaps but, without a doubt it is very important for us to 'see' our babies when we are the ones that had to do such an ugly ugly deed as putting them 'down'... sad.gif Just felt like sharing that with you..
~~ Sty-U red_bandana.gif

Posted by: freekenny 30-Nov-2004, 04:07 PM
QUOTE (Dreamer1 @ 11-Nov-2004, 10:08 PM)
Freekenny,

I'm so sorry for you and for Cowboy, too. cry.gif I know how hard this has been for you, and how much you miss him. Remember, though, that he will always be with you! (You know that even better than I do.) I just wish we had more control over the times we could "visit" those we love.

Thinking of you.
Dreamer1

O'siyo Dreamer,
~ Ni Ya We from the bottom of my spirit for your words of comfort hug.gif I too wish we could 'control' when we 'see' our babies..how wonderful would that be!! clap.gif I haven't seen my Cowboy since I returned from North Carolina from Thanks Giving Holiday.. sad.gif It's alright though for the last tyme I saw him was when I was sitting in front of the fireplace in my living area..I was holding Lil' Feather, his sister, and explaining to her that 'bubby' wouldn't be back..she had just started to realize that he wasn't around and I watched her for days go up and down the stairs, meow for him, look for him in all his favourite places..sheesh it was heartwrenching to say the least cry.gif so I just had to explain to her that he wasn't with us in body now..I know I am totally insane but, Lil' Feather understood every word I was saying..she got off of my lap and went to a bench I have in the Foyer that Cowboy used to lay on..she jumped on the bench and as plain as day she began grooming and before I knew it she was grooming Cowboy..what was so strange is that he was sitting there just as pretty as a picture and for a couple of minutes it didn't hit me that he wasn't 'alive'..well of course being the sentimental sap that I am, I broke down in a million tears.. cry.gif He just had to wait for the right tyme to say 'cya later Sissy' to Lil' Feather..I totally believe that now he is at peace after 'talking' to her so he is finally at Rainbow Bridge living a HEALTHY life! angel.gif
~~Sty-U red_bandana.gif

Posted by: CelticCoalition 05-Aug-2005, 12:18 PM
Well, I figured this thread fit what I wanted to share, so I'll give it a little bump.

Any fun experiences with these devices? How bout scary experiences?

I used to play with them when I was in high school with my firends. Nothing realy that interesting ever happened when I was using them. OFten when I used the board the pointer would move from one letter to the other on either side of the board faster and faster until it just flew off the board.

One time my best friend and I used it at his house and were, according to the board, talking to a man who had just died recently and was confused.

We also talked to somethig who said they were Jesus, but he could have been spanish now that I think about it.

This is pretty much the extent of my personal experiences. Sometimes at night when I would be talking on the phone I wo0uld get the weird feeling like someone was watching me, or I'd wake up the the middle of the night feeling like a was being watched, but I never saw anything, and eventually the feeling would go away, or get strong enough to make me leave the room.

Posted by: Eventide 16-Aug-2005, 02:00 PM
This is a long story-- I didn't think I had so much to say, I made it into two parts--forgive me.

I haven't a direct experience with ouija but a few summers ago at a rare gathering of friends, when we were all either free from work or not in class, met at a country home. It was a farmhouse and that summer was extremely hot and humid. We were lucky that day, a breeze started to blow from the north which cooled things down considerably. So as evening settled into night, some of us decided to get a small fire blazing in the firepit and others were happily catching up on the times with their feet soaking in the above ground pool. It was a pleasant -- beers for everyone. Some of us had to leave early so by midnight I counted 4 heads, myself included.

We nestled by the fire not willing to give up the night just yet...for some of us it was hard to say good bye. I always manage to fall into a trance by staring into the flames as they flicker like some enchanted dance as my friend's voices wash over me and the world seems to go away for a time. Anyways I came to when I heard laughter. Apparently I had become the brunt of a joke.

I was getting hungry, dinner was long gone, we migrated into the house. The beer had run its course, so I started a pot of coffee, while my female friend raided the fridge. The two boys were seated at the table.

**For the sake of this story I must impart a bit of personal history about one of the boys:
Three summers prior to this meet a terrible tragedy befell him. I will not make excuses on his behalf, he is sorry. You see he was dating a girl from Montreal, it was a long distance relationship. According to him they had been dating steadily. They were 17. She fell pregnant and during this time, at one point she "ran away" from everyone. He could not find her. He was willing to quit school etc...So a month goes by without word and then a phone call, her body had been found, it was a suicide.**

I could hear a heated discussion in the dining room from the kitchen. I heard "her" name being mentioned. They were talking about dreams. I serve the coffee and by then I think we are runnning on empty but the conversation and company fuel us, time flies! I look at the clock-- 3AM. One of the boys was attending a university in Rigaud, it's near Montreal. They have this huge cathedral on hill. The conversation turns to him and he starts to describe what it is like being inside...and then with a sideways glance, he mentions that there had been a rash of suicides there in the last two weeks. He goes on to explain how bizarre it is and that since some of the guys he hangs out with publish the campus papers they have been doing their own private investigating on the side. They delve into the local history books, the daily news archives, they interview the friends of the deceased. It seems they all had one common thread which gets him and his friends suspicious. The day of the suicide they had all visited the campus auditorium.


Posted by: Eventide 16-Aug-2005, 03:15 PM
Part 2.
This is where he gets up and asks if there is string and a paperclip in the house. I'm getting nervous-- I think we are all pretty wired. He hangs this from the ceiling light. He says if it starts to move oddly there is "energy". We close all the windows.

They eventually stumble on the fact that the deceased had all been there alone. They don't know what to make of it. They search the auditorium for any scrap of evidence, clues...but nothing. It becomes their all consuming obsession, a few weeks go by and rumours start to fly that that place is haunted. There is another suicide-- this time a more popular student. After exhausting all conventional methods, two of them decide to try to follow a supernatural path. With help from others they revisit all the sites of the suicides and eventually the burial sites as well. That they've been talking to a "helpful" spirit who eventually they discovered was this man that was charged with rape. Apparantly they discovered through the archives that brutal assaults occured some hundred years ago in the area, and through the news archives they found a man charged with assault and rape. They believed it was this man they had unwittingly been communicating with.

I like to say I don't believe in the mystical-- yet I felt something. Not physically, but my mind, seemed to be --expanding, becoming lighter. I leave the table to go to the washroom and linger there. I wasn't sure if I wanted to hear anymore. The washroom is on the main floor as is the livingroom, kitchen and diningroom. Just as I started to chuckle at my own foolishness, I knew I was tired. I swear this is true! All the windowpanes rattled. It was as if they were all loose in their frames. Brief and violent. I'll never forget it--the hairs on the back of my neck are tingling at the thought.

I ran out of there on pure adrenaline, I heard crying from the diningroom. All I could think of were my friends. I saw the livingroom door was open to the backyard. Against my will I peek into the diningroom and say my female friend sobbing at the table, I grabbed her and we went outside. One of the boys, the one with the girl who committed suicide was talking to the sky almost. As if he was trying to appease someone.

I didn't dare ask what happened-- I didn't want to know. I scarcely admitted it to myself. At first I was angry, I thought they were all playing a mean trick, until I counted all the windows on the main floor, a total of 8. There is no way they could have rattled them like that and run back to the diningroom. Impossible, there are no train tracks or anything of the like either, this was not an earthquake. I can't explain it. None of them actually volunteered either.

This is where it gets truly bizarre but I feel the story is incomplete without it.

We decided we would stick together and none of us wanted to return to the diningroom. We eventually piled onto a huge sofa in the livingroom-- it's now 4:30AM. I try to sleep-- I close my eyes and as I was drifting off I "saw" a face rush at me from the dark and then before I could react it went "through" my face. It all happened in microseconds. I believe it was my imagination playing tricks on me. And still I wonder if maybe it was something else. I didn't sleep the rest of the night, and that morning when I returned home I found my little brother crying on the doorstep he said our cat had been killed. Two of us from that night owned pets and they were both dead.

This happened a few years ago. I haven't kept in touch with any of them. I guess I posted this story now because it felt right... I needed an outlet. I've kept it inside for so long, I wanted to forget it but it still intrudes, especially when I'm reading other stories of the supernatural. I just don't want anyone to think I'm crazy. It's hard to keep things bottled up for so long. Well before I make it worse I'll just stop rambling now.


Posted by: Sekhmet 16-Aug-2005, 03:30 PM
::...:: AND...? ::gets out the popcorn:: Don't leave us hangin' like this!

Posted by: Eventide 16-Aug-2005, 06:07 PM
It does sound crazy doesn't it? I became so preoccupied with it that the day has flown by and I feel so empty now, not hollow, just exhausted. Glad I kept someone entertained at least.

I don't know how most of you feel on this subject, I don't even know how I feel about it There are just some things that can go unexplained and can't be ignored I guess.

Posted by: CelticCoalition 17-Aug-2005, 10:21 AM
I think that unexplainable thing have an explanation...science just hasn't caught up yet. Things that science hasn't gotten around to explaining yet are always questioned or disbelieved...and I suppose rightfully so.

Personally, regardless of anything else, I just think it's fun to believe in ghosts and other supernatural things. If nothing else they make for great stories, as was your eventide.

Posted by: stoirmeil 17-Aug-2005, 09:35 PM
That part about seeing the face during that falling off to sleep phase -- they call it "hypnogogic," or what leads to sleep -- that's very believable. Almost anything can float in the psychic space at that point, it's very free. Any sense can be involved -- I have very active auditory hypnagogic times, myself. And CC is right -- sleep experts can explain to you what the brain waves are like at that point, and the parts of the brain making the images, and all that, but a shaman will tell you he or she is in non-ordinary reality, and the images are explainable that way.

I don't know that those two ways of explaining it cancel each other out. Everything perceived has to be on the "wetware" of the brain. It's the instrument we have for it. But that doesn't rule out stimuli that aren't produced in the external material world. And we know those exist. Again -- the psychiatrist calls it a hallucination, if the visual centers of the brain are active, but we see what is not in the external world in front of the eyes. But a shaman calls it a visitation, a sending.

It doesn't hurt to stop demanding a one-or-the-other choice between those things for a while, and instead entertain multiple explanations. Insights can come that way.

Posted by: Eventide 18-Aug-2005, 10:49 AM
To be honest, I just feel better for "letting it out". Makes me selfish maybe but I can't help it. For the longest time I've been carrying this around. I had squared it away I thought, forever. I can't explain what happened and I don't want to assume anything. I just want to let it go.

CC and Stoirmeil, it's nice to know there are people out there who despite the craziness, still try to volunteer some perspective, it's appreciated believe me. I too like to follow some of the old supernatural stories, they are entertaining. Yet as I learned this week that it's quite different when you find yourself doin' the tellin'!

I will research the "hypnogogic" sleep phase. Stoirmeil, as I understand it this can happen quite frequently you say? That was my only experience. I have one question tho, if I may. What do you mean by non-ordinary reality?-- I can't imagine it.

Posted by: stoirmeil 18-Aug-2005, 12:12 PM
It's OK by me if you want to let the story out. I think it's very healthy and sensible to vent it, rather than keeping it in to fester, if it is uncomfortable.

Hypnagogic sleep phase happens every time you go to sleep. It's that odd, dreamy phase when you're falling asleep, and thoughts and images can flow freely, but you're still semi-aware of what's going on around you, and sometimes stimuli from the environment and your thoughts combine to make very interesting, fantastical blends of meaning. (Poets and film makers love it. smile.gif ) Sometimes, if you are really tired, it is very short and you don't really sense much of anything. And sometimes it's full of interesting images and feelings, sounds and even words. It has also been called "lucid dreaming."

http://library.thinkquest.org/11189/slpmech.htm

But it's not really REM (rapid eye movement) sleep, like when you are really asleep and really dreaming. If you had just had a very intense experience, it would be as natural as can be (even predictable) for the image you described to happen during the hypnogogic phase. (Someone who works with spirit manifestations might say that you were particularly open to a visit in that stage of pre-sleep. smile.gif )

Non-ordinary reality is the way the modern researchers of shamanism describe the mental state and experiences of shamans when they are on a soul journey or spirit quest; it also describes the other worlds they believe they travel to. Shamanism is all over the world in history, and as old as our species. The healing versions of shamanism seek to either retrieve a lost piece of the soul, or get rid of some spirit that has moved in and is causing illness or depression. The celtic version is fascinating, and it is at the roots of a lot of Welsh and Irish legends (Excellent book: Fire in the Head: Shamanism and the Celtic Spirit, by Tom Cowan). The indigenous American versions are beautiful, sometimes frightening, sometimes very moving, with the whole tradition of totemic "power animal" spirit guides.

Some researchers think non-ordinary reality is pretty much the same thing as a sort of intentional, extended lucid dreaming, with the regular world perceptions right there and available, at the same time as the other world experience or "journey" is unfolding.

http://www.spiritwatch.ca/LL%204.2/Out%20of%20body%20experiencesas%20lucid%20dreams-Rogo.htm

The classic modern research on shamanism was done by Michael Harner, and his book is called The Way of the Shaman. I recommend it big time. biggrin.gif Sandra Ingerman, a shaman and psychotherapist, was maybe his most famous student, and she is a master at soul retrieval, which she uses as a complementary kind of psychotherapy for trauma (the theory is that a piece of the soul just checks out and goes somewhere else to protect itself during severe trauma, and doesn't find its way back. It's very close to the idea of dissociation in modern psychotherapy, which is a big symptom of trauma, including PTSD or post-traumatic stress disorder. You could perhaps also see it as an explanation for fragments of feeling or human images lingering round battlefields, for example. . . ) She also trains modern shamans.

http://www.shamanism.org/fssinfo/singerbio.html

Posted by: Eventide 18-Aug-2005, 11:31 PM
QUOTE (Stoirmeil)
Sandra Ingerman, a shaman and psychotherapist, was maybe his most famous student, and she is a master at soul retrieval, which she uses as a complementary kind of psychotherapy for trauma (the theory is that a piece of the soul just checks out and goes somewhere else to protect itself during severe trauma, and doesn't find its way back. It's very close to the idea of dissociation in modern psychotherapy, which is a big symptom of trauma, including PTSD or post-traumatic stress disorder. You could perhaps also see it as an explanation for fragments of feeling or human images lingering round battlefields, for example. . . )


From all these interesting comments I can tell I hadn't given my "experience" much thought beyond the actual events that occurred. Given me something to digest. thumbs_up.gif

Posted by: Dreamer1 19-Aug-2005, 02:46 PM
QUOTE (Eventide @ 16-Aug-2005, 04:15 PM)
This happened a few years ago. I haven't kept in touch with any of them. I guess I posted this story now because it felt right... I needed an outlet. I've kept it inside for so long, I wanted to forget it but it still intrudes, especially when I'm reading other stories of the supernatural. I just don't want anyone to think I'm crazy. It's hard to keep things bottled up for so long. Well before I make it worse I'll just stop rambling now.

Eventide,

You've had a very intense experience, and I'm not surprised that it keeps resurfacing. I'm glad that you've been able to share the whole thing here, with us, and I hope that doing so will help you to settle it internally. I know you've not wanted to keep in touch with your friends from that night, but I wondered if just checking up on them now, briefly, might also help you to put an ending to the whole thing. It's almost as if there is a small "unfinished" aspect to the experience that keeps it remaining with you, instead of allowing it to fade, a bit, as most things do. Wouldn't finding out that they're all okay, and happy, bring peace of mind?

Just a thought.
Dreamer1

Posted by: Eventide 20-Aug-2005, 01:05 AM
Hi Dreamer1 --I have thought of it, who better to understand than someone who shared the same experience? We gradually went our seperate ways over a period of time, somehow the bond of friendship felt strange after the that night. I'm quite sure they're fine and hopefully they've made peace with themselves.

Posted by: AyaLove 12-Jan-2006, 04:27 PM
I have lots of Stories of stuff that has happened to me, but i will only tell you the one that started it.


When I was 3 we lived in this 100 year old house in Denver. The house was hunted by an 8 year old boy who died from Scharlotte Fever in the room that was mine. My room was his when he was alive and we think that he didn't know we were not his family and that he thought I had replaced him because he would come it to my room through the wall behind my bed and scare me and all my good clothes went missing. We moved a year later but by that time it was to late the damage was done. I couldn't sleep alone in a room until I was 12. So that's my story.


Slainte Mhath

Posted by: macarthurlass 14-Dec-2007, 05:44 PM
I don't know exactly how this will be viewed by those whom choose to read this but, like the boy in Sixth Sense I see dead people. I know it probably sounds like I am a little crazy but, it is true. I have been communicating with the dead since I was 10 years old and helped quite a few finish whatever business was keeping them here and sending them to the light. It is not quite like the Ghost Whisperer but, pretty close. Right now I am working on the loved ones of a friends past lives. He would see faces in everyhting and had no idea what was going on. I expained to him after talking with a spirit guide that they were the loved ones of his past lives and they needed to finish something so they could move into the light. So far we have released 1 soul and are currantly working on another one. The first time I had seen a ghost it freaked me out because one minute she was there and the next she was gone. After that first siting she started to talk to me in whispers scaring me even more. It took awhile and a lot of reading to get me used to this new thread in my life. I have seen some really scary things through the years and feel sorry for those whom are just recieving this "gift". If anyone needs help I would be glad to offer assistance.

Posted by: Rindy 11-Jan-2008, 10:57 PM
These stories are very interesting. I don't think any of them as crazy. I love reading these. Keep them coming.

Slainte

Posted by: Fionna Machumhail 31-Jan-2008, 12:24 AM
That sleep phase you're talking about....I'm all too familiar with that. Now I know it has a name! I've had these "visions", if you will...all my life, and almost always, they happen just as I'm falling asleep, or just as I'm waking up. Have had a few that jolted me awake from a deep sleep. More often than not, I've learned that those with some sort of a "feeling" associated with them, that I've come to recognize as being significant and to pay attention to them (as well as to be aware in the following days/weeks...kinda of a "head's up") and not just those random dreams that really don't mean anything.

Being told something important...in one short sentence...by a great grandmother who passed 50 years before I was born. That was a few years ago...but I knew exactly what she meant and...it helped me immensely in the following months. Another great "let me know" that she's "with" me....and she's been dead....nearly 200 years....that one is very bizarre indeed.

In recent years there have been a few occasions when they occurred during waking hours.....I could be doing something as mundane as washing the dishes, and once..while I was driving. Thankfully these only lasted a moment or two. Sometimes I recognize what they're about, sometimes I don't, until later on. So far these have only been little trivial things...such as seeing a friend busy at a craft, which, a few days later I discovered...that's exactly what they were doing at that particular moment on that day, and the details were....spooky. I have no control over these things whatsoever. Wish I did.

There have been too many experiences to mention here.....I just know that the older I get, the more frequent they've become. They never occur on a regular basis, though they'll usually happen in "clusters", if that makes sense?

Interesting topic.....cuz I don't (and can't!) talk about these things with just anyone. Occasionally I will talk about some of them with my mother....she's experienced them, too, throughout her life.

Posted by: 0Ash0Tree0 09-Feb-2008, 06:00 PM
When I was 5 we had a wood stove in our kitchen and my mum would go downstairs to stoke it at about 3am. On her way one morning she found both our doors (kitchen and porch doors) open to the outside world and all the lights on downstairs. She insists that it was after my 81 year old grandfather died (he left all the lights on in his house in life) but my dad says it was before...I prefer to think it was Grampy and have had other run ins with him.

When I was 12/13 I was spending the night at my aunt's and I was sleeping in her bed while everyone else was still up in other parts of the house. I looked at the foot of the bed and there was grampy (he died when I was 5) the room I swear was bigger and darker than normal and he was just standing there looking at me in his red plaid shirt. I covered my head and then he was gone.

A few years later I was at the ice rink where my dad works and I was alone in the stands looking at the ice surface where they getting ready to remove the ice. Everyone else in the building was upstairs in a meeting and I was waiting for a lift home and then I saw grampy, with his back to me, bending over an ice cutter. This makes sense he used to coach hockey and work at our old rink, maybe he was just curious.

Now, since I was 5 when he died I don't really remember his voice. But one evening I was in my bedroom with my cat, Cookie (I didn't name her). Cookie took off out of my room so fast...then Grampy called my name twice. I know it was him, I recognized his voice even though I can't recall it on command in my head. Disembodied voices freak me out...

My Nan's family is from Cornwall, England (CELTIC!!!) and is habitually haunted I think. I find out more of out stories, like my great uncle who's house had a bloodstained floor unsure.gif , the ghost that followed them from England to Canada, and others, and I'll post them too.

Posted by: 0Ash0Tree0 09-Feb-2008, 06:06 PM
QUOTE (macarthurlass @ 14-Dec-2007, 06:44 PM)
I don't know exactly how this will be viewed by those whom choose to read this but, like the boy in Sixth Sense I see dead people. I know it probably sounds like I am a little crazy but, it is true. I have been communicating with the dead since I was 10 years old and helped quite a few finish whatever business was keeping them here and sending them to the light. It is not quite like the Ghost Whisperer but, pretty close. Right now I am working on the loved ones of a friends past lives. He would see faces in everyhting and had no idea what was going on. I expained to him after talking with a spirit guide that they were the loved ones of his past lives and they needed to finish something so they could move into the light. So far we have released 1 soul and are currantly working on another one. The first time I had seen a ghost it freaked me out because one minute she was there and the next she was gone. After that first siting she started to talk to me in whispers scaring me even more. It took awhile and a lot of reading to get me used to this new thread in my life. I have seen some really scary things through the years and feel sorry for those whom are just recieving this "gift". If anyone needs help I would be glad to offer assistance.

I guess I'm kinda like that. I randomly see people around me, even in my school computer lab, that are so real that I talk to them and then they're not there. In the lab I was sitting beside a girl who I was going to ask the time and in the 3 seconds it took me to turn around to face her she was gone her computer was on the log-in screen and the chair was cold (I checked). They are always in contemporary clothes and most people think it's just stress from working on my masters degree...that or they just humours me I think.
It's weird because I come from a "Haunted Family" and can usually sense ghosts no problem but these ones slip by me...maybe becuase I have to be tired to see them...any advice?

Posted by: roll1959 27-Oct-2008, 06:39 AM
Back 1998 or 99, when I was able to work, I worked for a Hospice as a nurse. I went to check on a patient whose daughter told me she was restless. I went to see how she was, and I saw she was moving back and forth in her bed. I knew it was a little early for any medicine, and I was going to see if she needed a pillow moved. I heard she was mumbling, and I asked what was the matter.
She started to say “Sheep. There were Sheep all around. Don’t you see them?”
I asked her “what color were the sheep?”
“Black” was her answer
I asked her if there was a Shepherd with the sheep? She said “Yes.” I asked her if she wanted to go with the Shepherd. She said “no”. I then asked to describe the shepherd.
She said he was “Big, Black, and he was wearing an Ugly Mask.”
Right then I gave a quick little prayer and asked if she would like to have the “Good Shepherd in her life.” She said “yes,” and She asked Jesus to come in her life. After that, she was more comfortable and wasn’t restless.
I came in to work the next day, and I saw she had passed away that morning. I saw her daughter was there talking with the day-shift nurse, and I told her what had happened after she had left for the day, and her daughter told me “I wondered if something had happened. The sunset looked the same way, as when my dad passed away.”

Posted by: marti64 27-Oct-2008, 06:56 AM
I just came across this thread, and i have to relate three quick stories..

First....about 10 years ago, I was at te club that I belong to. The building had been resurrected due to a fire, and people had said that the youn lad that was killed in the fire that destroyed the first one roamed th halls occasionally.
There was only 2 of us sitting in the bar area, myself and the bartender. She had just shut the doors, since it was near closing time. there is a metal door that connects the downstairs with the upstairs...suddenly we both heard it open, and a sistinct shadow ran past the bar to the other side.....all that I told the story to said that it must be "Joey." Now, when the juke box comes on in the bar, it is said that "joey" is playing.
I wonder how he likes therenovatins of the bar that we have recently done?

Another occurred shortly after my husband dies...He visited me, and literally climbed into bed with me....the shades blew, although there was no wind, and the windows were closed....he touched me and stayed in my bde with me for about three hours...

And the third.....My boyfriends house is definetly haunted..doors and shades open for no reason....Dewayne said that a little girl has visited, but I have yet to see her..
I saw the shades move,a nd the door open this weekend, about four times during the night. The spirit has also pulled a chair away from me when I went to sit down into it......I really hope he is friendly........
Marti

Posted by: RebeccaAnn 27-Oct-2008, 08:31 PM
It wasn't until I was grown that I came to understand that not everyone can see or hear the spirits. Our house has always been filled with good spirits. At first I didn't know the people were spirits that no one else saw nor heard until the day I saw my grandmother holding a picture. I looked at the picture and said that's Granddaddy Scotty. He had gone Home when momma was only 14 so I had never met him here, yet I knew him. He had always been in the house watching over us and keeping us safe. Many times I have looked at family pictures and I know them before anyone tells me. My family is always watching over me. When I was 16, grammy was taken Home, yet still she visit from time to time and always watches over me.
Jean-Thomas walked always with the angels and though he is in Heaven he is also always here with us. A few months after he went Home I received a letter from a man looking for his family. He had a few names and dates and no one could help him. A little angel came to him and told him to write me. His names matched some of ours and I traced them to find we were cousins and our common grandparents. I sent him 4 generations and a picture of Jean-Thomas, yet told him nothing of the picture. I got an email within a day from him all excited. That's my angel! Who is he? I told him it is my son, gone to Heaven. We have been writing off and on ever since. This has happened many times. Right now Jean-Thomas is with dad, who is very sick, to help him Home across the Rainbow Bridge to Heaven.
On 9-11-2001 Jean-Thomas' picture turned as the buildings fell. Sarah was upset because she couldn't find him. A few days later a picture came out drawn by a young boy that survived 9-11 of Jesus above the buildings gathering the people and taking them Home. Sarah looked at that picture and smiled for next to Jesus stood Jean-Thomas gathering in the children. Every once in awhile his picture turns and Sarah looks and says Jean-Thomas has gone to help some folks Home and he will be back in a bit. Sarah is a gentle child and she too hears the spirits speak and often sees them. Always she hears and sees Jean-Thomas when he is here which is most the time.
RebeccaAnn

Posted by: st andrews cross 05-Nov-2008, 10:48 PM
A sister-in-law gave my girlfriend and I an old dresser. It was not particularly attractive but with two teenagers we needed the storage space. It was brought over and placed inside the front door until space could be made for it. There is a small (not wide) wall between the kitchen and the front door and we placed it against the wall to be out of the passage. It could not be seen from the kitchen, however 1 of my 4 dogs became VERY upset immediately and raised his hackles and growled in that direction. This is a very mellow, friendly-to-everyone Labrador so his behaviour was extremely unlike him. In fact he is 9 years old now and that was the only time he has ever growled at anything or anyone. When the back door was open he ran out and absolutely refused to come back in the house - even for food (again...VERY unlike him). He continued to growl in the direction of the house and ran off when I tried to bring him in. Keep in mind he could not see the dresser, no shadows were cast from it that he could have seen and it was not bumped into the wall or scraped along the floor. The 3 other dogs had no reactions at all, but if you knew my canine crew that would not be a surprise, this one dog has always been a little special since he was a puppy.
Being people who don't discount the possibility of anything, and we are not only very close to our animals, but we also both work with animals so their behaviour is no mystery to us, we deduced that the problem must be the dresser. While the dog was still in the backyard (he could not have seen us) we removed the dresser to the end of our property until another home could be found for it. When the door was opened the dog returned with only a small amount of trepidation, and within moments was back to his normal self !
I don't know if this thing had an odour that my girlfriend and I could not detect and the dog could, but remember, the 3 other dogs (2 retrievers and a terrier) were oblivious to it's existance completely the whole time.
We will always believe that some presence had attached itself to this piece of furniture for some reason. I never did know it's history and it was given away to a charity so I don't know where it ended up. I only hope it is happy wherever it is !

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