Re:ghosts occurrences and when they happen - 2005/03/08 13:25
hey lost american!
yep, kids have that thing going like the gov't does, it's called "plausible deniability" lol. organized religion in my book, in this present day and age, sucks to be blunt about it. people who've used it to do damage to others have ruined it for those who have a deep abiding faith in God. i've heard preachers say that God isn't the only one that comes to church, the devil does too.
concerning your brother that's very sad and i feel for you. we lost my oldest sister more years ago than i can recount but it's like it was yesterday. i've lost alot of people but only for a while until i go back to the other side where they are now. i have a deep faith in God for lack of anything else to call him. i've experienced the paranormal to a great degree and things still happen all the time. i've learned how to pray for specific things and seen those prayers answered. it's crazy to think it's that easy but it is and i can't deny that. the proof has been right in front of me and other witnesses at the same time.
the paranormal..........my sister in law related an incident about a dear friend of her's after his death. she was staying at his house for some reason overnite and when she woke up the next morning she distinctly felt and heard someone of her friends weight and movements climb the ladder to the top bunk which was his bed. she thought it was another friend of her's and when she got up and looked fully expecting to see her other friend and not seeing anyone she said she ran from the room.
she had been abducted by her aunt and uncle at age four after her father's death. her mother was caring for seven children in all and so the aunt took her to save her from what she felt was a bad upbringing. her dad had been alcoholic and the day he died is when they took my sister in law from her mother and siblings and hid her in their house. there was never any formal adoption proceedings. her aunt was a school teacher whom my little brother tortured along with my other two brothers. when my sister in law reached 18 they told her she was adopted and threw her out. she had never known a thing. that's when she came to me via my little brother. she was his fiance' and her aunt and uncle hated that. anyway, all her life she's had abilities like mine that others she was around didn't have. that's until she met me, lol. she thought i was a kook at first until it became evident that i knew things about her that i had no way of knowing. not until about four years ago did i verify that i have a native american parent and that i was "bought and paid for" adopted. that's the phrase dad used to call it last year when i asked him to divulge my adoption information to me. he adopted me to cover the death of their child who's death was never reported or documented. he also adopted me in an attempt to raise me to be his future wife, yes very sick indeed!
yes, i can understand the communications from spirits on the other side and have come to the conclusion that they are always all around us yet we don't see them. do you know how when you have your eyes closed how you know when someone is next to you? you feel a vibration from them. this is without hearing them breathing also or hearing them move. when my siblings used to sneak up on me i could feel them there. when i'd spin around and nail them, lol, it suprised the daylights out of them. they could never understand how i did that. my brothers were in the boyscouts and i was adopted as a mascot as girls couldn't be scouts but all the members of the troop thought i was "cool" for a girl and wanted me around during their meetings. they were taught how to sneak up on people like an indian and so all of us got our turn at doing this. someone would sit on the ground blindfolded and there was a set of keys next to them that we had to successfully pick up without that person hearing us. i was the only one to pull it off. they all swore that the boy who was blindfolded had done this on purpose. so, we let the guy who was complaining be the next to be blindfolded. he didn't hear a thing when i took the keys. he did hear everyone else. needless to say he felt ashamed and left the troop. i was sent to talk him into returning. i told him my secret, taught to me by my indian uncle and cousin. he returned to try the experiment again and this time caught me. he asked me if he could share the secret and i agreed. everyone was wowed at this. to me it was just common sense. you keep your senses open to vibrations! that's all it was.
i feel spirits around me in the same way. i can also feel the drastic drop in temperature too. that's a......lol dead give away, forgive my pun. sometimes you can recognise the person by the smell of them. my aunt wore a particular fragrance and she had a certain smell to her anyway mixed with that. there's no mistaking that it's her when she's around. it sort of like remembering the smell of those who held you as a baby. i smell them and my mind goes straight to a mental picture of that person. that's how it works for me.
when they communicate it's like i hear their words in my mind and sometimes all i get is feelings or emotions from them. sometimes i get mental pictures of specific things they are trying to convey.
i find when i'm relaxed and enjoying a quiet moment that's when things happen. one day as a teenager i sat down by dad's parents gravestone. it was a hot day and the stone was cold so i layed my head down on it while relaxing. i remember thinking to grandpa that it would be nice to see him again and so that i'd know it was him he'd wave at me. i no longer thought that than i heard day yelling at someone to come back. i thought he'd meant me or my little brother but when i looked across the dip in the graveyard to the next rise there stood a tall man in a double breasted suit waving and looking right at me. dad yelled for me to come and i watched the man turn and walk over the rise to the other side. dad sent my brother to scurry to the other side to stop the man but he found no one there. i was a fast runner as well and when i got to the top of the rise i found no one but my brother there. we discussed what was going on and he said he'd seen a tall man in a suit on the rise. i told him i saw the same man and that he'd waved at looked at me while smiling. dad yelled at us to see if we'd found him and we yelled we hadn't. next we were set to beating the bushes and fenceline. it was out in the country and was bordered by woods and an overgrown field. when we finally found no trace of anyone we returned to report this to dad. he didn't go off on a rant like we expected and began to talk to himself about the man being his dad. he asked me what i'd seen and i told him. my brother did the same. dad was quiet and deep in thought all the way home from there. i heard him say that this had been his dad and he didn't know how he could've seen him as he'd been dead since i was a baby. he said he just wanted to tell him that he missed him and loved him. now, my brother thought dad had flipped as he never told anyone that especially not any of us.
i still remember the man who stood tall on that rise smiling and waving while looking straight at me. dad had remembered this as well and asked me why his dad would be waving at me. it had always been said that i had been grandpa's favorite and he held me everytime he saw me. i still remember his crystal blue eyes. when he looked into my eyes we had conversations. i was ten months old when he died. i remember the sound of his voice too which is weird. my mind catches everything like a lint trap. at times during my adult life i've heard him say my name outloud and i heard it with my ears. others have heard it at the same time as i.
when i talked to grandpa at his grave that day, it was something that everyone in the family did and relatives too. mom's side was german and dad's was irish. both ethnic traditions were to talk to the departed loved ones. i never knew any different. so, when i talked to grandpa in my mind, not audibly, and he was just there and doing what i asked him to do it blew my mind. i felt i'd received a great gift of seeing this man whom had loved me so much. i never saw him again but it's not to say that i won't again. i really don't wish to see loved ones who've passed on as i'd want to tell others. i know what could happen.
i think it has to do with clearing out your mind and allowing your feelings to become focused to the person to whom you wish to make contact. i didn't do this knowing that it would work. i was shocked that it had. i waved back at grandpa and for that short time he looked as solid as you or i. i couldn't see anything through him at all. dad was weeping as he searched for him. dad never cried in day to day life. he had very little respect for anyone but himself unless they had something he wanted from them.
i saw a man at my uncles grape arbour one day. he had on a double breated suit but was shorter than grandpa. he bent over while saying, audibly, boo! at me. i was shocked that he was in front of me without any warning. no one could do that to me i always caught a flicker or flash to let me know that someone was approaching. he was just there. then as i was laughing about the boo! i asked him if he was visiting my uncle. just as i was saying this i realized i could see through him and he faded away entirely. it didn't scare me but just shook me. when i went in the house my uncle asked if i'd seen a ghost and my husband said i looked pale. i told them what i'd seen and he said it must've been grandpa. frankly i have no idea who it was. i've met alot of friends of the family on both sides over the years and relatives i rarely met but once or twice and nothing rang a bell in my memory.
the young man in my uncle's dining room with a navy uniform on and a peacoat i didn't know either. he was short and good looking with dark hair and bright eyes. when i looked up as i was walking along enjoying the peace and quiet he was just there about 8 feet or so away at the corner of the table. i said, "oh, hi! are you visiting my aunt and uncle?" at that i realized i could see through him and he too faded away entirely in seconds. i tried to make contact via my mind with him to come back and chat but was unsuccessful. i really wanted to know how he did that. he seemed to be a pleasant guy and i had no qualms about talking to him. when i went into the living room where everyone was at the time they noticed i looked pale. i was asked why i looked so down. i told them what i'd seen and they asked why i looked down about that. i told them he looked interesting to talk to. my aunt and mom headed out the door, my aunt was beginning to cry. she'd had some bad experiences while living in that house and so a mention of seeing one was therefore further to be forbidden discussion material.
my aunt and i found we could communicate with our minds. we didn't need a phone and she told us all that all we had to do was think of her and let her know how we were doing. the girls of the family did quite well with this and me best of all. i'd get the message that my aunt was fixing pies and was drawing us to visit. they lived 45 minutes from us. i usually got to pick where we went on the weekend and so i knew to pick her house. you know, mmmmm, pies. she made the best fruit pies around. one weekend i got the same message but was older and thought it would be interesting to send that we were coming and see if she got the message. when we went to see them the next weekend she was saying how she thought for sure we were coming to visit the previous weekend. i laughed and told her what i'd done. i felt bad as no one would be there to eat all those pies so i asked God to send a bunch of people that my aunt liked to eat them all up. she burst out laughing saying it had happened exactly that way! she said people she'd not seen for years showed up on the same day and ate all the pies! lol she forgave me for testing our connection that way and just laughed that someone else knew the paranormal way to communicate.
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Re:ghosts occurrences and when they happen - 2005/03/10 02:18
Hi Patty!
And I thought my family was warped ! HAHAHA . Just kidding! Just kidding! My family background ain’t a whole lot better and afterward they’d probably lock us both away. And somebody has got to stay here and keep Root out of trouble ; ) Life is sometimes mor horrifying than the afterlife. lol
Telepathy works. Contrary to belief, it doesn’t work like walkie-talkies. Its not always real clear and definitive but rather a mishmash of suggestions, images, feelings and intangible, not-always-linked-together thoughts. At least that’s what I’ve found. And everyone experiences it at one time or another. It just happens.
Direct communication through telepathy is something all together different. When we try to do it, we are automatically labeled as medically whacko. Why? Because that which cannot be explained is accepted, tolerated or can be ignored. When one tries to actively stimulate or accomplish the act, they take away the illusions of others and sets one above the others although that is not their intention.
Example:
“BUUUUUURP!!!! Oh! Excuse me!”
“No problem. haha. It happens to the best of us.” : )
On the other Hand:
“BUUUUUUUP!!!! Hey! I just belched from my gut for a full 40 Seconds and measured a strong reading on my Gas-O-Tronic Meter seperating intestinal particals from normal bad breath due to tooth decay!”
“You’re a pig.”
Try this:
Tell your neighbor you are having strange things going on in the house. Lights turning on and off. Strange smells. Loud noises. Cold spots. Displaced objects. They’ll reply “You poor dear. We’ve noticed some strange things too. If we can help...”
A month later tell them you’ve contacted the spirits telepathically and you’re going to have a seance with your new digital ouija board and try to capture them on your EMF triggered Infra Red camera and your temperature sensitive EVP voice recorder once their arrival is noted over the SubSonic Motion Detector and they’ll say “We’re moving”.
There’s a difference in knowing something exists and could happen, such as the fantasy of flying, and trying to prove the possibility of controlling it and doing it at will- the Wright Brothers. The latter always being held for crazy. In essence, there is nothing new under the sun. Just the understanding of it is missing. There would be no ghosts, vampires, Vietnam, houses, green Schwinn bicycles with banana handlebars and seat, dinosaurs, Bigfoot, etc., if someone had never experienced the phenomenon. And if it cannot be explained, it is doubted as ever really having existed.
Am I making any sense? I’ve really got to cut back on the coffee.
My contact to my cousin was my only attempt to communicate with the other side. And it was only because I wanted to. If it accomplished anything, I’ll never know. But I sure felt good afterwards. And till this day I’ve never spoken of it to anyone. I did it for him and me. What I don’t like are the unexpected and unwanted and intrusions. A little story:
I was about 17, I think, and was driving around with my longtime girlfriend and confidant. We shared everything with one another. She suggested we drive by a house where her mother worked and kill time there just looking around. It was one of the oldest houses in our area dating back to the late 1700s and had been refurbished into a museum. Her mother had told stories of opening the house in the mornings to find all the furniture rearranged as well as seeing the sudden imprint on a mattress of someone sitting or lying down or the rocking chair would start by itself. Weird stuff.
We got out and wandered around the place a bit. I noticed one corner of the house having more ... energy, I guess and kept returning to it to test my senses. Each time it was same. A window on this corner caught my attention. WHAM!
Without looking at her I said “Get in the car”. That’s the last I remember of my conversation with my girlfriend. For about the next 10 minutes I was busy having an argument that continually grew in intensity. “Wait! Come back! Please come back!”
“I don’t want this ! No! Leave me alone!”
“Please! Come back!”
“Come back NOW!” more forcefully.
“Go away! Stop following me!”
“Stop NOW!”
I had to find a sanctuary. It was following me. It would not let go!
There! Now! I’ve got to get there.
“No! Please! Don’t!”
I had a sensation of throwing a force from me, feeling it leave my body. Then nothing.
I opened my eyes, laying in a heap in the parking lot of a nearby church. My girlfriend was beside me and had been crying profusely. But I felt and heard nothing more. I was relaxed. Actually more drained than relaxed. I couldn’t recall how we got to the parking lot or why I was on the ground. Once she had calmed down, my girlfriend had an interesting story.
After I had told her to get in the car, she said I sort of checked out. I no longer responded to her or her questions. It was like I wasn’t really there with her. I had driven like a bat out of hell through a large residential area muttering, sometimes screaming, sometimes pleading but definitely in panic to escape something. My driving speed scared the ... bijibbies out of her as well. She said it was quite an argument I was having. Only she could only hear me. I had eventually stopped the car in the church parking lot and leapt out, leaving the engine still running, stretched my arms skyward and screamed! A scream that came from the depths of me. Then I collapsed.
This is what I mean when I say I don’t like the s$&t. Risking my life and well being is one thing. But I could have seriously injured, if not killed, my girlfriend while lost in this... trance, I guess you’d call it. I’d experienced this before but never this extreme. It had been fun. But now... Its hard enough dealing with the contact and the memory thereafter without involving the innocent and having almost seriously hurt someone else. Never again.
I know the sensations. I know how to recognize what precludes these events. And I block them. I ignore them. Friend or foe, all of them. If you acknowledge they are there, some see it as power. The more attention they receive, the more powerful they become. And the more daring.
As far as getting in touch with deceased family members, I think I’ll pass. They know where to find me if they need something. I would like to think my dad is enjoying himself immensely and I’ll just wait till he gets a chance to say hi between parties. But there’s nothing worse than getting a call from home during a really great party just so they can say hi and check up on you. Ruins the whole atmosphere ; )
So. Change of subject. I was a boy scout, too. I was the one caught by the Scoutmaster with Playboy centerfolds taped inside my tent. Not cool. And I ruined my new cooking set trying to make those stupid Smores. You know, melted chocolate and marshmallows sandwiched between graham crackers. THAT was an ungodly mess.
take care!
tla "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:ghosts occurrences and when they happen - 2005/03/10 12:54
haaaa!
roflpmp, lol yep i remember the smores stuck in the camp cookpots and the sos pads and everything else they tried to get it out, lol. how about that mulligan stew that seemed to always give everyone many trips to the bushes. yes, my brothers were caught with playboys too and also mom and i caught the whole troop bathing in the buff at the churchcamp up the road from us where they were camping. yep, that went over well with the preacher who ran the camp.
getting back to ghosts, it sounds like you've had your share of them too. sorry to hear that. seems everyplace i live there's been some. i've seen an antique rocking chair rocking all by itself many times when i came into the room. no one had been in there. this was also a very heavy rocking chair from 1800 which came out of the old governor's mansion in columbus, ohio. i saw that and did an about face and kept on walking the other direction, lol. yes, it helps alot of discuss this with others who have experienced such also. it's therapeutic. also it helps us all learn new ways of thinking of what's going on, why and who or what it might be.
thanks for sharing your story, i really really enjoyed it.
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Re:ghosts occurrences and when they happen - 2005/03/24 17:03
You two really make me laugh!! But, you both have it definitely right!! No one has a family that is perfect! As a matter of fact, I would say that everyone could/would love to institutionalize a few of their own family members if they could...but then wouldn't family reunions be soooooooooo boring??!!?? I can't remember when I attended one...I avoid them at all costs. I remember when the holidays used to be fun, but now I just can't wait for them to be over. It starts just after Halloween, and doesn't end until New Year's.
Patty, it seems that your whole family is blessed/cursed with this gift that you have. Would you consider it a blessing or a curse? Are the rest of your family as open with their gifts as well? Your uncle seems to be open with the spirits that live in his house.
And yes, TLA, if they don't understand it, then you are obviously having some sort of episode, you poor dear. It must be all the stress, the television, the medication, her children, her marriage, the ozone depletion, the tap water, who she voted for, any other reason but the ones they cannot grasp. You find out those who are willing to associate with you, and those who aren't. Good thing I am a loner anyway!!
Oh, as for keeping RootWeb out of trouble, GOOD LUCK!! You and Patty will have to summon all the spirits you can together to do that... he is always coming up with experiments to disprove this or theories to prove that .
Thank you both for sharing your stories. I do enjoy talking to you both.
Kitty
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Re:ghosts occurrences and when they happen - 2005/03/25 13:28
Root is your problem. But at least he'll try to keep our feet on the ground. GO ROOT!!!!! "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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I can't remember when I attended one...I avoid them at all costs. I remember when the holidays used to be fun, but now I just can't wait for them to be over. It starts just after Halloween, and doesn't end until New Year's.
You and Patty will have to summon all the spirits you can together to do that... he is always coming up with experiments to disprove this or theories to prove that 
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