thelostamerican
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silence is golden - 2005/03/04 03:49
I wish I had read Patty's comments before went nuts trying to write the same thing on the "Latest Entry" site. Geez. But she has hit a few points right on the head.
My father had also died on the operating table 3 times back in the late 60s and 70s. The heart pacemakers were not very reliable gadgets back then. He described the same sensations, the tunnel entrance and light, looking down on his body and obvserving everything that the surgeons did to revive him as Patty.He had the advantage of being a well liked and respected pastor in town, so the doctors listened to his experience and verified that everything he saw was exactly as it had happened.
She's also correct about talking to them. Sometimes clear utterances and sometimes "Hearing them in my mind". I hate describing it that way, but its fact. They are capable of getting into your head. (That sounds even worse). Maybe we just need to think differently. We have our physical world and our spiritual world. Could it be that our souls are the connection in both? And if that's so, then that explains the.... "Gift". Our souls are communicating (?). I give up. Go get the white jacket with the brass buttons and extra long sleeves. I'm ready.
But it is your choice to communicate. You can have the courage of Patty or be a chicken s*~t like ..... other people : ) If ignoring them dosen't work, puff up like Rambo and tell them in no uncertain terms to take a hike. Interspersed with projecting this message and anger through your thoughts is a plus. Sounds nutty, but for the past 18 years it has worked for ... those other people. If they still insist on talking to you, run. hahaha. Stupid, but ... it works.
Please don't misunderstand me. There are those on the other side who need help and cry out for it. I really feel sorry for them. And if someone has the "Gift" they should use it. Just count me out. I just can't do it.
Give it a shot, Root. Although I think your wife would have more success. Just a gut feeling.
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Re:silence is golden - 2005/03/05 15:58
Well, I really don't want to tell them to take a hike, and we're really not scared of them. The wolf incident was a little nerve racking, but we got over it. I want to continue to experiment and play, and I do believe we're getting closer to finding something more than we expected.
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Re:silence is golden - 2005/03/16 03:34
Well, I don't think I would mind having a bit of a chat. However, I don't speak wolf, nor do I deal with anything that scares the crap out of me like cold hands on my back in the middle of the night, or whispers in my ear while I am asleep, causing me to awaken in a sweat to the sight of a little boy standing beside my bed! So, if they would just behave, I think I could deal with that. It is the ones that don't that have to go. 
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Re:silence is golden - 2005/03/23 01:18
Hi Kitty!
Nice to see you. True, it would be nice if they would just behave htemselves and have some respect for the living. We do need our beauty sleep. lol.
The little boy was trying to get your attention but you know that already. Just like our kids when they're little waking up scared in the middle of the night and come to Momma's and Papa's bed to ask if they can crawl in and sleep with them. At least my kids did that a lot. They found security being with us in bed. They try to be as quiet as possible so they won't wake us with a start but they have to get our attention. They do this by touching us lightly and whispering to us until we slowly and calmly wake up enough to hear there question, say yes, and then fall we can all quickly fall back asleep. Maybe this little boy was seeking security. Realizing you were not his mother and seeing your fear probably scared him more than you.
On the other hand, there are others. The ones who really like to misbehave. Or worse.
My father was once in the hospital and we kids had to stay at a friend's house of his. As I was sleeping, I became aware of a very deep laughter, a dark heckling, next to my ear. The breath was very warm and moist (which dosen't fit the paranormal at all. Usually one speaks of the coldness). In a half sleep I began wondering about this sound. Then it stopped. I must have dreamed it.
A very large, cold and clammy hand rested on one side of my head and began gently pushing it to one side. Must have been my sister bugging me. We had to share the same bed at this house. So I just let my head flop to the side and it stopped. At last I could fall asleep again, I thought. She's in BIG trouble. I'm gonna tell mom tomorrow how she bugged me. And she's gonna get it!
Then the hand started on the other side of my face. "Leave me alone!" and with that I flopped my head to the other side. Then the laughter started again and my head was tossed between two hands. Back and forth. Back and forth. Not fast, but liesurely. And the more I resisted, the more forceful the tosses became. "This is not ....!" A hand clasped over my mouth.
I shot my eyes open and .....nothing. Every thing stopped. A dark room. My sister slept deeply beside me. Then slowly he appeared in the doorway at the foot of the bed. Black Hair, full hair, dark complexion, strong build and a white suit with a black necktie. I could see the dark rings under his eyes. And when he laughed, I saw menace curve his mouth. I couldn't scream. I froze. Then blank.
The next morning after I woke up, I ran downstairs and asked who had played with my head that night. Nobody had.
I asked again and explained a little more about the head shoving. They all chuckeled and said I had had a wild dream. All but the woman of the house and her mother. While the one chuckeled nervously with the others, the older grandma just stared at me. I went on to explain how he looked and saw the shock in the womans face, and understanding in the grandma's expression. Then abruptly, they changed the subject and charged on without looking back. I was dumbfounded and said no more. But for some reason, that evening we were sleeping in a different home.
I'm over 40. Parts of my childhood I have forced into oblivion because I never want to think about them. Self Induced Partial Amnesia. I willingly did it to survive. But that night has never left me no matter how hard I've tried over the past30 years. Every detail is still there. That visit scared and ... scarred me.
Damn. I need a cigarette.
CYA Kitty! Keep your head up
"I do not claim to be an expert. If I say anything intelligent, it was by pure luck." thelostamerican@helloghost.com 
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Re:silence is golden - 2005/03/24 16:05
Wow, TLA. I know exactly what you mean about certain things being burned into your brain, your mind's eye for life. My daughter and I watch a show called "Medium" with Patricia Arquette in it. On a show a couple of weeks ago, a man said "...There are just some things, like your wedding day, the birth of your child, that are forever engrained in your memory..." or something to that extent. That is very true. I can safely say that this place will forever be one of those memories that I shall not forget. The sound of a wild beast, growling at me in my own dining room, with its breath on the back of my knees, its growls switching directions, coming from no where and everywhere, is something I shall never forget.
I am sorry that people have to experience the negative side of the spirit world. For all the good, all it takes is one negative to turn your stomach, to set your nerves on edge, to make your very soul tired. But, hey, enough of the negative
Thank you for sharing your experience with me, TLA. I do appreciate it.
Kitty
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Re:silence is golden - 2005/03/25 01:39
No prob. Well, actually, it was a prob. You don't know it, but apart from my father I have never repeated the experience. Never. I guess I was too afraid of being branded. People think I'm wierd enough as it is. Especially over here. haha
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