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Common for kids to see ghosts?

Fri, 14 Apr 2006 04:44:27 GMT

Recently my kids and I were talking about how my middle child use to laugh and play with her ghost pal. My oldest remembers this, but the middle child really has no memory of it. She was 3 at the time. She is 13 now and is quite comfortable with the idea of a friend that is a ghost.
Has anyone had a friend as a child, that they can remember, that was a ghost?

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ANGELS FLYING TO CLSOE TO THE GROUND

Tue, 30 Jan 2007 16:38:06 GMT

The Passenger:
Angel’s flying to close to the ground
And the Brown Bible placed by the Guidians
It was that person who appeared at just the right time, think back to a time when things just seemed so hopeless. It was a friendly face, with a soothing word.
In this small world you’ve seen them since.

They often hide their secret wings………..
But it was something they said……. that ascending thought
It was not a thought like your own
Yet it burns in your mind…………still

I came to New Orleans with a bag on my back and a small amount of money that the Marine Corp. had put into a small account for me during my training at Parris Island.
Mt father warned me of the dangers of country mouse in the big city. He said,” They’ll see you coming.”
This city was for the criminal type. There was voodoo in the orah of these mean streets.
On the night of my arrival, I had no clue, as to which way to go. Where to live? Where to get a job? Or even who to trust? I followed stranger’s directions to Jackson Square at Decatur Street. The first thing I noticed was the pantomimes. Then I tried mingling with the street kids that called themselves, Gutter punks. I was invited to a place called a squat. but that didn’t appeal to me a the time, The idea of sleeping with a bunch of runaways on serious drugs, under a bridge. They each had names like Piolot, Saraphim, Frost, and Dragon. One of them looked at the tattoo on my right arm, from the Marine corp., He called me Passenger. That is who I was to become know and.
This was also an appropriate name considering the present circumstance.
As it was getting dark, I noticed a man that was wearing a white robe and was barefooted. He was very unique compared to all the others here. In fact, he very much resembled an image a Christ. He was standing alone as I approach from a distance. He had this strange sort of telepathy that seemed to be crying out; Lord they know not what they do... I tried to hide my face from him, as I walked closer, but, he saw me coming.
However he didn’t stop anyone else that past, or even speak a word to them. He put up a powerful invisible blockade in front of me. The he said,”oh I see you made it here; we would have expected you sooner”. I said” how are you doing and” a conversation begin between us. I could tell that this man had a mission, but so did I. I had so much on my mind however the things that he said were very soothing and put me at ease. I shook his hand and attempted to walk away, but he did not let go of my hand. With his other hand a brown bible placed by the guidians emerged. He said,” you’ll need this However I declined the offer and told him;” my burden is already to large to carry, Ill obtain one latter” He looked disappointed and un-moved as we parted.
Latter that evening a guy named Jeff. He brought me to a small dive bar at the end of Decatur called “the Hideout” He invited me to sleep over on his couch.
Upon arrival I couldn’t help, but, notice all the street kids lying all over the house. The was called the stabbing cabin. It was here that I begin to experiment with new ways of doing drugs. It was here also that I met Tommy know on these vampire streets as Onyx, who latter became my sidekick and roommate. That night however as innocent as I was I found a spot in the corner and fell asleep.
A few days latter I found a job at café D’ Monde
One day as I was caring a try of beneits to my section, I was shocked to see that strange Jesus looking guy from the first day. He was sitting at one of my tables with a group of youths having devotion. They were studying from a brown bible placed by the guidians. We held a brief conversation and that’s the last time I ever saw him again
A few weeks latter a few kids came over to the house to crash of Jeff’s notorios couch... one of them was named Joe and the other was named angel(ironically).The next morning a note had been left on the couch addressed to the passenger….It said………
Someone told us awhile back to give this to the passenger and we figured that MUST BE YOU. It was that same brown bible placed by the guidians. I took the bible and kept it in my back pack for a long time after that.
A few years went by and I was currently waiting to be released after a month long stay in the Orleans parish prison. Soon after I was released I started walking. I didn’t know where I was going to go. I just started walking. I literally walked circles around the city over and over again. Until I came to a hidden road that I’d never noticed before. I started down that road. First I came to a drug clinic, but a sign on the door said closed for the weekend. Then I came to a homeless center. I was greeted by a maintenance man who told me to come back Monday. But I knew my sobriety would never last that long. Then I saw a church. I just knew this was it. However the doors were locked coldly. I broke down on my knees into frenzy. Then I started back down the road in tears.
I came by a small out of place Circular Park around a fountain. There were two old ladies sitting there reading brown bibles placed by the guidians. I tried to hide my tears as I walked by, but, to my surprised they noticed my distress and called me over
When I approached them they asked me what was wrong. I told them I was lost. They said you don’t look lost. Then I told them my story. I said that all I ever wanted is for people to be proud of me.
They each had comforting words. They told me of there sons similar struggles in the past and how Christ helped them to be over-comers. There was something very odd about these two old Africa America ladies though. They were wearing mostly white. They also had a very nostalgic demeanor about them as if they were not from this age. We prayed together. As we parted they said” we would have expected you sooner. Then one of them reached behind her back and handed me that bible placed by the guidians.
I had to look at it twice. I accepted the bible and went my way feeling my comfortable then before.
After a short walk I found a strange starfish shaped crystal ball. I picked it up and saw my self in a stage kaleidoscopic reflection. I carried it along with me
I came to the Salvation Army. I stood outside across the street meditating and contemplating my next move. I was staring at the inhabitants of the center who were eating in the lower level cafeteria though a pain glass widow for about 30 min. I said to myself this must be it and I proceeded across the road. When I got to the door of the cafeteria a man came to unlock the door with a smile on his face. I let go of my pants with my hand that had been holding up my pants to reach for the handled of the door.
Suddenly, with a large amount of people watching in anticipation, my paints fell to my feet. I had been giving those paints without a belt when I left jail because when I went to jail I was in pajama bottoms. Everyone put there hand over there mouths in disbelief and the man quickly shut the door. He must have thought I was some flasher, especially since I’d been starring at them for so long. I left my new crystal ball at the door and told myself that I’d be back. But I never retuned there.
It wasn’t long before I found myself in jail again. At this time I was in the receiving tier. I’d lost my brown bible awhile back. It was terrible in there especially if you are a white boy. I stayed to myself in a cell that was littered with tooth-paste graffiti of the local gangs and wards. A few days went by and a man rolled in one night. He came to my door and asked if he could bunk here. There was something different about him though. He referred to me as Passenger. He told me that he would be fasting for the next few days and he asked me to join him. He told me that during the fast that I would experience spiritual signs. He reached behind his back and pulled out a brown bible placed by the guidians. I already knew this to be a sign. He said he just happened to have it when he was arrested but I knew better. He was no ordinary man and this was no ordinary book.
We scrubbed all the obscene graffiti off of the walls. However there was one such icon that wouldn’t come off easily. It was a dark Smokey looking picture of a demon with the name Dragon king with glowing red eyes and it was located right above my bed. It had a tribal looking crown on his head. This demon would latter show himself in my life in person and in force. I scrubbed it off with struggle. Now that the cell had been cleansed I begin to write scripture from the brown bible on the walls were the graffiti had been. It still existed the next time I came to jail 4 month’s latter but the strange thing was that the demon on the ceiling had returned also.
The day came for my cell-mate to roll out. As he headed for the door I said “hey you never told me your name and he said Jabreil it’s Jabreil. I was alone for a few more days until I was transferred upstairs
When I first entered my new tier I noticed a man turned facing the wall with the back of his head facing me. I first thought him to be jabrel , because from behind his resembled him perfectly. However when he turned around his face was a bit different.
However, he did recognize me somehow. He said we would have expected you sooner.
That night we had a small bible study. They called my new friend Rev. because he would go to the shower’s and sing praises and glory halleluiah’s to the wall with his face to the wall. We could always hear him load and clear way out in the tier all day and all night long……….but I believe he intended it that way…..loud and proud. He rebuked the demons in the room and after the study I asked him if he knew anything about demons……..He said, they are very tall shadow like creatures with piercing white endless eyes. He sad that when (not if) I see them ignore them and whatever I do not walk towards them. He said that when a demon leaves the body your neck will stretch out long because the demon is franticly search for a new dweling, but he will retune someday with 7 brothers. He told me to get some sleep because I’d be rolling out tomorrow’s don’t know how he could have possibly known that because I still had pending charges. The next morning I woke up to the sound of a guard turning the keys and calling my name to roll out ……the charges were dropped that morning I looked for my new friend to ask him how he knew……yet know body seemed to know who I was talking about.
I was back on the streets again. I found my self back on Jackson square. There was a lady there reading tarot cards. They called her lady six. She was an older lady yet I couldn’t help but be drawn to her somehow. My friend onyx grabbed me by the shoulder and spun me around an said don’t look at her man she’s a succubus…I looked back at her again and where I’d seen a rather attractive women I now saw a old lady in rags. Later that night I saw her at a dance club called the shim sham. She was somehow dancing gracefully across the dance floor. There was a haze in the room. It seemed as if we just become alone. She looked so young. She almost seemed to float as she made her way over to the bar towards me. Without one word being spoken between us she breathed a strange word in my ear and the bit me on the neck while snatching a medallion off of my neck that I had worn for years because I could see my reflection in it …..It had given me much strength in needy times …..Sort of look at yourself in the mirror effect... I looked for her for weeks to come but she was nowhere to be found ever again... The tarot card readers told me she’d either taken my medallion to put voodoo on my or to send protection over me……either way I figured she’d done some strange ritual with it and it was certainly aimed at me. I latter found out she moved out to California where she had died from cancer.
Before long I was back out there worse than ever. I started doing things I never thought a man straight man could do. This is why they say drugs are bad. I started dancing in bars. The nights were long and embarrassing and what’s worse is that I actually was getting comfortable doing this for money.
One night several of my regular paying customers took on their true form. This was a strange night ended. The moon outside was an evil crescent orange moon. They came in one after the other and they each tipped me $2 a piece. This was strange because to my knowledge, none of them knew each other, and they all usually tipped better than that. My customers literally covered the bar. I felt like a lamb to the slaughter. They all seemed to have a telepathy that said that my blood would be a feast for them if I did not leave the French quarter within the next 2 days when the moon had eclipsed. I now suspected them to be acting out some vampire like ritual. I went over to the pool table to shot a game. There was a strange street kid standing in the corner with a black hood over his head watching. He whisperingly called me over and he told me that these streets are meant to kill you. He said, “one day a kid is everywhere and then the next day he will be nowhere to be found and no-one seems to know what happened to him, because most street people are either always going to jail or going back out of town when the going get’s tough. After all this is a transient city. He said that you really have to have what it takes out here. I did have an ante rage of mophioso-like friends so I felt safe out here. However I thought about what he had said and I realized that what he said did bear some truth because many of my friends had vanished over time and come to think about it I did remember seeing on the news not long ago that several bodies of local street kids had been turning up in neighboring towns around New Orleans and they fit my profile to a tee.
When I left the bar that night I was knocked out with a brick, by several guys from one of the rival clicks. I was robbed for $1200 that I had saved-up to get a place of my own. What’s worse is that they had taken my I.D. that I would need to continue at my job and without it how was I ever to get a new job. I somehow dragged myself off of the ground unconsciously in a blood-trail into one of my familiar after work bar rooms. When I entered the bar all I remember is standing at the door saying what happened. As everyone in there saw me holding my blood soaked head and they were all screaming. Then I hit the ground again.
I woke up 2 days that morning latter on the bar tenders couch at his house. I had been in a concussion. I did not know what I was going to do but I left his house desperate for a fix hoping to bump in to one of my customer’s that would have some sympathy on me and give me some money. Instead I met a strange man named John Drake. He gave me a card with a picture of him standing in a bell tower with addressed him as a voodoo priest. He gave me some strange coins and told me to spend them wisely. He then told me that if
I was still around latter tonight that he would be able to help me more. Then he just vanished into the shadow as I was observing the strangeness of these coins. It was if he’d given me the money just so I’d stick around till latter that night. That’s when I remembered the premonition about the 2 day’s and this was 2 days latter now. .
I walked around a little longer until I met a friend of mine at the club called the Voodoo. next to the ninth circle(Dante) bar on the old ramparts street that used to be a slave market. He asked me to take a ride with him out to the used bookstore in the old maraney district. When we got there I noticed a stack of book in the back of the store. I searched through the stack of dusty books until one particular book jumped out at me,
It was that brown bible placed by the guidians. I bought it with one of the silver dollars that the strange man had given to me earlier. After we left I asked him to drive around for awhile so that I could get my head together, so we drove in circles around the marine. Then it started to rain hard. A terrible feeling came over me. He was talking but his words were not his-own. He was telling me that. I’ve got you know, you’ve just dead and this is hell come to earth. I looked down at the clock and it had seemed to stop. The whole world was at a stand still. Nothing was moving but me and he and I knew that my 2 days were almost up. I wondered what I had missed. Had we had a wreck in the rain……was I really dead?
We were approaching a railroad crossing. I was white knocking my bible. At that moment I looked up at the very to of an old abandoned train house building. At a high that I figured know one would climb too and on it was spray-painted a very small black cross. I knew this was my sign. The Brown bible in my hand was burning hot. I immediately said STOP THE CAR. When I jumped out of the car I look ahead up the street to the railroad crossing the the cross lights were blinking from green to yellow and then they blacked out as if the power had shut down. The railroad was blind-spotted to on coming traffic by two ole train houses, where on coming traffic would depend on the light to know if a train was coming an the light was out and I head a train coming. I knew this was the hand of the devil because id we would have proceeded on to our coarse we would have been killed. But wait the were outer cars coming now. They don’t know, I thought...Oh my God those innocent people don’t know. I stood in the middle of the road and blocked traffic while people were yelling at me to move from there car windows. Just then a red and black iron roaring train came screaming by. I looked up to thank God and the black cross was now gone. The world seemed to be back to normal and the sun came back out for an encore just before the night came.
We retuned back to the ramparts and I reflected back to the 2 day premonition and I started walking without direction away from the French quarter. I came through the hood when I noticed an old lady sitting on her porch. I asked he5r for some spare change for a bite to eat, but she must have known I really just wanted money to get loaded. She said “I have no money but let me see if I can go get you something to eat” wait here for a moment “she said as she walked around down the side alley of the house toward the back yard.
When she returned, she was not alone. There with her were suddenly were about 30 men of all ages. They made a circle around my before I could react. The old lady said” we would have expected you sooner” They all started praying in tongues and I was frozen in a state of shock. I was having hot flashes. My knees buckled under me as a man put on leather gloves as if to apprehend me like a cop. Then another person came up behind me and laid his hands on me and prayed. Then I fainted. When I came too,
They told me that I was at the Mary Magdalene house of recovery. They started telling me stories of how they were once all just like me. Blinded but now they see, I couldn’t believe the irony of this. How I had stumbled upon a small house in the ghetto and it had turned out to be a re-hab that just also happened to be a Christ center. They told me they were just heading out to church when I came by and they invited me to come along. I declined and told them I’d be back tomorrow because I had some business to take care of first, but I think they knew the real reason
I started walking down the street with my eyes closed. Then I was rushed by a mighty wind into a trance like vision. In the vision I was right here and right now. This was a vision of now. In the vision I was walking along when I stepped into a small ankle deep hole. I fell to the ground and as the hole grew larger and larger sucking me under little by little like quick sand until I was trapped in an abyss. Then I opened my eyes and snapped out of it an I heard the voice of what I took to be God saying “If you ever walk away from me again I will pull you under” Then it was if it had never happened and I was standing at the gates of an Old weed covered cathedral and a hidden from the street courtyard surrounded by live oaks and willows.
I entered the courtyard and inside was this entire ancient looking mold covers statues of angels and saints. I walked over to a statue of Mother Mary and it shed down a bronze colored tear. I prayed for forgiveness at her feet. As I looked up I noticed that all of the statues of the angels were pointing toward one direction. That’s the direction I walked when I exited the gate.
It began to rain again and I found my way to a familiar drug house. The guys inside hipped me to the idea that the neighbors had some power tools in their back-yard and if I would climb over the fence to steal them that we could all make some money and that they already had a buyer waiting. I went and hit the lick and returned with a trimmed and a weed eater. One of the guys and me went walking down the road in the rain with an umbrella a stolen trimmer and a weed eater seemingly flying prideful like a guiding flag. I was the first to notice the police curser that had just passed us and was now turning around. I tried to stop him but he walked right into them. Off to jail again…….
The Rev. was here again also. This time however he had a huge jailhouse ministry. People came from all around on our days on the yard to hear him preach. He would sing out-load “Halleluiah…..all glory to ya… In the name of Immanuel…honor and glory…. in the name of Jesus……. father I love you” in a beautiful angelic hymn. Then one night came and he prayed out-load for his own release. The next morning came and he was released. As he was leaving I asked him what he did to get put in here and he said he just came to do Gods will. Then he gave me that Brown bible placed by the guidians and asked me to take over the bible study. I knew that this meant that I would have to also host the morning devotion and bless the food at chow. The last thing he did before he left the dorm is address the inmates pointing over to my saying “this man is anointed by God, let no harm come to Gods chosen servant” Nervous as I was I did my job for the next few weeks. Then one night I prayed for my release. The next morning the charges were dropped and I was free again.
I went strait to the bartender’s house that had helped me before. As I was knocking on his door a neighbor came over and asked me who I was looking for. I said Michel. He then told me that Michel is dead. That they had found him this morning. They suspected suicide. I used this a an excuse to relapse again
Then I walked to the garden district where Anne rice and Trent razor live. There was the opportunity of a horse of a different color out here…….rich people…..and that meant $$$$ I started robbing cars that were unlocked for spare change or anything that I could find. I would rip a run and rip and run. Before I knew it I’d been coming out here for weeks. I would walk until I couldn’t walk any more for days at time and I would only stop when I couldn’t go any longer and the I would find the nearest house to crawl under to hide and go to sleep.
One night when I was out robbing I came to a car that was tented with a very dark window. I couldn’t see what was in it but I could see my reflection very well. I saw myself dressed in all black wearing a toboggan. With a backpack full of burglary tools. I looked down at my reflection for a-while. Then I looked down at my feet and I noticed that I was standing on a spay-painted neighborhood watch sign. And in the sign was a demonic looking bugurlar depicted wearing all black with endless white diamond shaped eyes and wearing a sinister black hat. Like the spy-spy cartoon and also the loge for the entrance to the hideout bar that I had gone to when I first came to New Orleans. I looked at the sign and then I looked at my own reflection in the car window then I looked down and then up again. The man in the painting was me. I was the neighborhood prowler. What had I become, I thought to myself? How have I gotten away with this for so long? Somebody has to have put 2 and 2 together by now. Seeing me around somebody is bound to have called the cops. I considered myself lucky and I left the garden district for good.
I started walking up Louisiana Street toward Mid-city. I came to an old church with a bell tower. It was the same tower that I remembered from the business card of the voodoo priest John Drake. I stopped to stare at it for to long…….There it (he) was. Perched like an eagle waiting patiently for his pray. Like a gargoyle. It was the demon I remembered depicted above my bed each time I went to jail. (See photo #13 in pics)
I ran as I could all the way across town to mid-city. I ran into a back yard to catch my breath. There where I thought was a brush of bushes was a motion. Then I realized that those were not bushes at all. It stood up with red glowing eyes and spread its wings. This thing was huge. Very muscular……..with horns that seemed to curl down under his chin. I ran for my life until I came to st. Louis cemetery’s I looked back there he was standing there like a tall dark shadow with a statue of liberty like crown that also resembled a feather war-hat of some ancient Indian war chief. Around him was a legion of demons. Some of them( who I would latter call strong men) were wearing French looking napoleon style hats and they were also very tall and other’s were ware jester looking hats that you see at mardie-gras with sad faces an they were flying around and were very small. There leader, who I would latter call Legion, was carrying a red crystal ball black staff and this staff also had two horns (see#77photo in pics). They all seemed to be waving for me to come over to them. I thought back to when I was told to ignore them.
I ran into the st. Louis cemetery, It didn’t take long before the sprits here begin to peep there heads up though the ground. One by one. They all stared at me like curious frightened cats that didn’t seem to know that they were dead. It was if they would not move or run unless I moved first. I though this must be why the Egyptians honored cats.
Truly I was walking a line between the living and the dead. I fell asleep in the cemetery that night.
The next morning I went walking around mid city bumming change at the street car line. Then I went walking through the neighborhoods……just for the sake of walking. I was determined to turn over a new leaf. I had noticed a strange man who was walking around also. Every street I turned down he seemed to be just over on the next block.
Finally after I walked down a dead end street and was walking back out of it we collided. I couldn’t avoid him now. He said that he was house shopping and he asked me if I could show him if any houses were available. We walked around for a bit till I popped the question. Do you have any spare change for a little food? He said, no but if you come with me we could take care of that problem. I followed him over a few streets to a big new church. We walked into a kitchen and he gave me some food. He asked if he could pray for me and I said yes. His started praying in tongues. When he was finished he asked me if I had ever prayed in tongues and said no. He said just let your tongue click. So I tried it but it sounded forced and I don’t think it was the holly spirit at that time. He then took me thru the sanctuary into a small office. On the wall, I was surprised to see was a picture of him dressed in robe. I asked are you the……he stopped me……the preacher he said….Yes I am .Then he reached into his desk and pulled out that brown bible placed by the guidians. I opened it up and there staring me in the face was the page I had folded down the last time I had read it.

Imagine now if you will music playing
The Rollings Stones cover of the old blues song
Please don’t go to New Orleans\

BABY PLEASE DON’T GO
BABY PLEASE DON’T GO=O
BABY PLEASE DON’T GO DOWN TO NEW ORLEANS
BABY PLEASE DON’T GO---YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU SO
BABY PLEASE DON’T GO

The Animals: House of the Riseing Sun
THERE IS A HOUSE IN NEW ORLEANS
THEY CALL THE RISSING SUN
AND IT’S BEEN THE RUINS OF MANY A POOR BOY
AND GOD I KNOW I’M ONE

I latter realized my demons were real
When looking at the mardi-gras I saw the king of marti gras of the zulu parade
He was wereing that same crown and hie name is Rex
Every one is wearin those little jestor hats
And I have a feeling real demons are mixed in the crowd behind some of those masks
I latter suffered threw Katrina (purification) and was left for dead in the Orleans Parrish prison for dead (see my post in various tribes Gaia, conspiracy,)

And what about that brown bible placed by the GUARDIANS
Got it right here beside me right now

They often hide their secret wings………..
But it was something they said……. that ascending thought
It was not a thought like your own
Yet it burns in your mind…………still

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Scents and unusual unexplained smells.

Thu, 29 Jun 2006 18:11:04 GMT

I was wondering if anybody else has experienced this at all.For the past several years (indoors and outside) there would suddenly be this strong scent of floral purfume,tobbacco smoke(pipe tobacco),sandalwood, or black gunpowder,etc each at different times and in odd places or times of the year...strong enough to be almost overwhelming,but it would suddenly vanish.The sandalwood I find the most unusual because for one I love that scent,but it has been smelled both inside our house and outside,and there's no explanation for it.History of where we live (ohio river valley) makes me wonder about french traders or jesuits perhaps..is their some kind of spiritual or religious significance to this?The rest is more slef explanitory...typical to this area and fit with history of our propety.Except the sandalwood,this has only been noticed this year and that has been by all members of my family at different times.Weird.

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Dreams

Thu, 14 Aug 2008 17:10:56 GMT

I know this may not pertain to this tribe exactly- but here goes:

I've not very intune with any psychic abilities I may have.. But, I have dreams a lot in which I will have "Dejavue" the next day.
For example, Last night I had a very detailed dream about a horse. I remember the color of the horse, the horses name, etc...
Today I was looking at news online and read an interesting article about a horse- then I remembered my dream. It was the same horse from my dream...

Another time I had a dream about this amazingly beautiful tree.. The next morning I was driving a new route to work, and noticed this awesome tree. It was the same tree from my dream the night before..

This happens quite often- and although the forshadows in my dream are usually meaningless- I'm wondering if more "un-meaningless" things go on in my dreams that i'm just not remembering.

Does this happen to anyone else, and have any thoughts?

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creeped out by spirits!!!

donald — Mon, 09 Feb 2009 20:08:20 GMT

This started monday morning when i woke up @4:12am... i woke up to someone touching/holding my hands, this freaked me out soo much i got up turned the lights on and watched a movie and played games till the sun came up.. At this point i thought it would be safe to go to sleep, little did i know as soon as i closed my eyes something touched my left arm and started sniffing my arm like a dog... but when i opened my eyes there was nothing there and jus seconds after that there was something scratching at the end of my bed. i lived in the house for 4 months and nothing has happened till now, a couple days till i move out, can someone please explain to me about this encounter???

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Careful what you wish for....

melchizedek — Fri, 01 Aug 2008 08:44:09 GMT

I grew up in a haunted farm house in Connecticut. None of us in the family ever saw a ghost, per se, but we saw the effects it had on house guests. On a number of occations, over the years, a perfectly normal situation would just all of a sudden dissolve into a visiting friend straight up going into a 'zone', shivering, then shuddering, then hyper-ventilating, before bursting into tears and needing to be physically removed from the premises so they could come out of it. Pretty freaky shit actually.

Over the years I've gathered bits and pieces and have since learned about my natural absent minded channeling ability. I thought it was just the creative process and a wicked sneaky way with humour. Nope. It's a fully evolved skill that was somehow honed in previous incarnations and manages to return through an awakening of the senses over time. Corny as this may sound, 'Ghost' and 'The Sixth Sense', are fairly accurate as far as being stuck between realms goes. From what I've gathered thus far, the spirit isn't contained in the body - the body is contained in the spirit. The middle ground is dream. We leave our bodies everynight in our sleep (provided you can relax enough to go that deep). And when we wake up - it's a little bit like going to jail for our spirit. This is kinda like the afterlife (or friggin hell) for our spirits. It's definately the hard part. People that are restless and fidgetty usually can't wait to get the fuck outta here, and on a certain level we all feel that way. But we also are well aware that there's no beating it or busting it, so there's no point losing our shit, cuz we'll just come back again with memories erased and an entirely different face, but pretty much exactly (energetically) where we let off. 'Groundhogs Day', actually does an ok job with that.

If anyone here thinks they're getting contacted by a dead relative, just entertain it as a possibility. No need to act overtly one way or another. It's a good idea to set ground rules. My personal set is; don't touch me, don't talk to me, don't show up as an apparition. It forces them to arrange the loose, unattended to, ends of reality into exacting attention getting coincidences. The best one was seeing a documentory on HBO that had my grand fathers full name, Marion Lee Dixon, in the first minute (though not in the same sentance), and then my name said a couple of minutes later. It was curious to me, because I turned the tube on just in time to catch the last 15 minutes of Ghost. What was hella freaky though is the movie it happened in was a documentary on the serial killer, Eileen Wharnous(not idea how it's spelled). Charlize Theron played her in the movie 'Monster'. The documentory, was actually a sequel to another documentory by a british film-maker. Marion is a federal penitentary in Illinios, Dixon is a county (where my family is from as it turns out), and Lee is the nickname one of her oldest friends uses when talking about her. My name comkes up because her brother used to have sex with her when she was little. It totally had an aweful lot to do with her becoming a man hater. It kicked a door open in me. It was bona fide communion and explained alot about an incident that occurred to me as a very little kid.

So - yes, it is possible to communicate with the dead, but what keeps them here is never very fun, and let me assure you - it ain't pretty. That said, if you're into it and up to it, the process isn't just theraputic..., it's straight up hygenic for your soul. Because once they have conveyed their unfinished business to you - they're good to go. It releases an energetic blockage that usually manifests as a disease, typically alchoholism, drug addiction and /or mental illness. Tending to stuck-ed family energy is essential to soulful living. I should write a fuckin book - i could go alot deeper into this topic, but most people don't have the stomach for it.

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SO. CALIF paranormal investigators!

kd — Sun, 06 Jul 2008 07:07:05 GMT

We offer a FREE investigation to your home or business.
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KPI Holland Road Investigation Trip Report

Jeanne — Mon, 26 May 2008 19:33:09 GMT

The Kitsap Paranormal Investigations Group did an investigation of Holland Road, a well known haunted site in the area. You can read my trip report at http://paranormal.meetup.com/550/files. I would be happy to hear your comments or any experiences you have had in Holland Road or elsewhere in the county.

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Spirits and your journey

Spirit Wolf — Tue, 20 May 2008 13:38:22 GMT

Feeling the energy of each spirit is different to me...some give off an energy that is never forgotten, it feels like you are walking through molassas. Others feel sparkley. Learn to first see your aura, this is a good beginning to expanding your container/your sensitivities. If you really want to do something most don't and create a lifetime of awesome memories and stories, journal your experiences just like you would in a diary, write something in there each day. If you do you could become an author. What excitement, the beginning of this particular journey will find you on many ventures and adventures, I hope you will keep me posted along your paths. Blessings, Spirit Wolf

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My daughter sees dead people

Trinity — Thu, 17 Jan 2008 17:48:35 GMT

Hi everyone. I was prompted to join this tribe in an attempt to get some ideas, insights from people who may have experienced something similar with their children. I did go back and read the previous discussions on children and ghosts, but none of it really applies to whatever is going on with my daughter.

I'll try to condense this for times sake, while still trying to give a portion of my history as it relates: Being sensitive seems to run in my family. I grew up in a house with paranormal activity that everyone in the house experienced...some of it was not bothersome at all, and some of it was terrifying. These occurances seemed to follow me well into adulthood regardless of where I lived (my ex-husband experienced these things when they happened as well), and while I'm still somewhat sensitive, I no longer see shadows at my bedside (although sometimes I still feel them and experience sleep paralysis.)
I have four children and both my girls, (the two older children) have had numerous experiences with seeing spirits and hearing them since they were very small. They both grew up talking about "The Guy" who didn't seem to bother my oldest, but scared the crap out of my younger daughter.

I always tried to be as supportive as possible when they shared their experiences, well..mostly because I remember what it was like to have them, and how alone a person can feel when no one believes that it's actually happening.
These experiences of my own have led me to curiosity about spirits, etc. but I am not afraid of them, and am more fascinated when something happens than scared, even if the feelings associated are creepy. But I am concerned that my daughter is being harassed by something and I don't know how to console her any more.

She doesn't "hear" things very often, but almost every night she wakes up terrified and running into our room, saying that there are ghosts scaring her. Last night, she said someone was tugging at her blanket while she was on the couch.
I told her that she could tell them to leave her alone and that they were scaring her, but she says she's too afraid to speak to them and she thinks they'll hurt her if she does. She's described a woman attempting to hand her a cup through her ceiling, shadowy figures, a man, white mists, the list goes on.

My daughter has a very rare electrolyte imbalance and almost died when she was 5 months old, in fact, the doctors said they didn't understand why she was still alive because her levels were so off, anyone else would have had a heart attack by then. So, all of this leads me to wonder if perhaps there is an organic or psychological condition present. That doesn't explain why everyone else in the family has been affected previously, but my younger daughter seems far more terrified of her experiences. I've taken her to a psychologist, whom she saw for about a year. They said she has ADHD, but doesn't appear to be delusional or out of touch with reality and they told me that sometimes severe anxiety can produce hallucinations.

This answer is not good enough for me. Whatever is going on with her is scaring her pretty badly. She gets very little sleep, and it's difficult to get her up in the morning because she's so tired.

I've saged the house a few times over the last 2 years, tried to speak to any spirits present and tell them to leave her alone (when she's not home). We built this house, so we've been the only occupants. Ultimately, I don't think it's the house anyway...I suspect it's just our family. But while I don't mind paranormal experiences, I am not okay with my daughter being harassed and afraid every night.
I have even considered asking a paranormal group to come and assess the situation, but our house doesn't appear to be haunted...just my daughter.
If anyone has any ideas about how to handle this situation, I'd greatly appreciate it...

Thanks,
Trin

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Poor Guy

Tue, 13 May 2008 16:56:39 GMT

I've always been a believer in the afterlife, and ghosts. I've had a few experiances with them as a child- but nothing in my grown life.. Until recently. My husband and I have been looking to buy our first home. We've seen so many homes it's hard to keep them separate in my mind. This one however stood out. It was well within our price range, in a great neighborhood, beautiful view. It is bank owned, so it was kind of a dump. A major "fixer upper". We walk in the house and immediatley I got a sense that something wasn't right... Walking through the house I smelled odd odors and changes in temperature.. Right away I told my husband that the house was "Creepy" and I wanted to leave. I just got the sense that we were not wanted there and we should leave. I got the sense it could never feel like "our home" becuase it was someone elses home.
The home has now been on the market for nearly 6 months. That is a long time for a nice little fixer upper in South Orange County (mission viejo).
We left, and I didnt think of the house again.. Until this morning- I see the MLS listing come up again. This time the price has dropped dramatically, and they have added a new "note" to the listing.. All it says is "previous owner died of a heart attack in the home, property was in foreclosure before his passing".

So, the poor guy was loosing his house because of foreclosure and then he had a heart attack. I'm certain he was in the house, and doesnt want it to be sold....

Thoughts?

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needed help on a real Physchic attack

Kalonapossessorofpeace — Wed, 11 Apr 2007 20:43:00 GMT

please message me if you can help or give advice
Last night or at abought the break of dawn I was awakened by a physical manifestation of a psychic attack. An entity or spirit was in the bed with me and I was frozen. Laying on my left side I was unable to move being held against my will by it. I was frozen in fear and prayed to God over and over again for I do not know how long until it was gone and I was freed to turn and move to my right side, Still in fear I continued to pray until I fell back asleep. It could have been what was called a "night terror" but I felt an evil presence and it scared me to death...only my prayers freed me.
Needless to say it was an unpleasant night.
I awoke to an inch of snow on the ground and now...rain which might freeze and 3 hang up telephone calls.
I have had enough of all this and wonder what to do. I have a friend who practices reiiki who claims that 2007 has yielded many psychic attacks and that I am not the only one. This does not make me feel better.

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Graveyards

Raven.T — Tue, 17 Apr 2007 17:55:34 GMT

Iv had numerous encounters with floaties in gravyards however one time at a cemetary in Orange west of the Blue mountains My Girlfriend and I got chased out by Goast 'Dogs'!. I guess they followed thier master to the other side? Anyone else had similar experiences?

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Orbs...

Shells — Wed, 30 Jan 2008 00:19:44 GMT

...can anyone fill me in on orbs in your home?

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hi there i am new,

DAWNEL — Sat, 19 Jan 2008 09:33:55 GMT

how can you tell when a sprit is around you? and what kind it is? and how many? i have been told i am a magnet to them but never seen one T_T want to go to psyic silva brown but she costs to much T_T can someone help me?

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How to: get rid of a ghost?

Thu, 23 Mar 2006 15:30:22 GMT

Anyone have a sure way of getting rid of a ghost, or entity, from an area? Also, how does one tell if they are dealing with a ghost, or something else -- a demon, PK ability, etc?

Thank in advance!

~Brian

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Spirits

Kuriakos — Fri, 02 Nov 2007 14:25:19 GMT

I have summoned hundreds of spirits and have boiled it all to down to very simple and powerful easy to follow Ritual books. Please go to www.Kuriakos.biz

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My First Ghost, I was five

FlorDoCampo — Sat, 23 Dec 2006 07:42:07 GMT

When I was a little little girl we had an old analog stereo, you could only turn it on by twisting a knob. This stereo would come by itself only when I was in the room; I was too little to be scared but old enough to remember. The stereo was low enough that I could have reached it so I took the wrap for turning it on every time.

At one point we were moving to a new house and just about everything was packed up. The stereo wasn't in a box but it was unplugged and ready to be loaded in the car the next morning. My entire bedroom was packed so I was sleeping on the couch in the living room. In the middle of the night the stereo came on full blast when my mom came into the room and realized that there was no way I could have turned it on, 1) I was still on the couch groggy from sleep, 2) and most importantly, THE STEREO WAS UNPLUGGED.

My mother addressed the entity directly and told it to leave me alone. As a result, I was never bothered by it again.

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Poem I Wrote for My Dad

Mary — Fri, 10 Aug 2007 19:13:11 GMT

As I was writing in the "Feedback" thread, I remembered I wrote this poem a few hours after I was privileged to be at my father's side when he died. After watching him die, there in the nursing home, a lot of my fears and worries about death were greatly eased, and my growing belief in the possibility of life after death was greatly strengthened:

*************

You coughed, and then you didn't breathe again.
Your eyes grew wider, widest, wide
Until I swear I saw the stars in them.

Galaxies reflected in the slowly dimming film.

A wind blew through my heart then.
I couldn't help but laugh,
Although I think I was supposed to cry.

I swear I saw you leap and catch the updraft
Floating, circling, rising, in the left-hand corner of the sky.

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The smell of death

Tue, 20 Mar 2007 01:34:45 GMT

Hi, newbie here!
This topic has always been intriguing to me for as long as I can remember. I have had quite a few "spiritual" experiences and love to hear about others. It brings me closer to home in a sense that I'm not crazy!
Anyways, I will share the last experience I had. A couple years ago, my Grandmother was close to death (cancer) and pretty much incoherent (as far as I know...she just stared and breathed as we watched her). She was unresponsive at this point....couldn't move, eat, drink etc.....she was in "that" state. All I felt from her was an empty shell and a spirit hanging on by a pinkie. The smell of her room was potent and like nothing I've experienced before. I'm just going to call it the death smell.....I know there is one and this had to be it! We knew she was hours or even a day or so away. I stayed at the house to spend my last days with her. During this time, I was having a slew of personal problems. I was very troubled about going to visit someone I was terribly afraid of and uncomfortable to be around. But, I had to confront this person and put my feelings aside. Well, as I got into the elevator to go up, the doors closed and the smell was there! That smell! UUUGGHHHH!!!! I don't want so sound too dramatic about it, but the feeling that it could have only come from her room and now was in the elevator with me a few miles away was incredible! I knew she was still hanging on by a thread, but it really made me think she was astral at this stage in her dying. I knew it had to be her. The smell like no other. I'm sure she was there to comfort me and show she was there. So, after I was done with the confrontation, I got back into the elevator.....no smell at all. Has anyone else had an experience similar to this? For me, it was one of a kind! BTW...she passed away in the middle of the night the next day.

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Feedback please

Thu, 09 Aug 2007 13:13:36 GMT

My 89 year old Mother-in-law has been hospitalized with a severe case of shingles and a secondary infection that has cost her the sight in her right eye. She also has a subdural hematoma from a fall she took last month. It hasn't gotten any larger since we discovered it, but it is there. Sorry if this is TMI, but I am just giving background information to get to my question. I could normally, logically figure it out for myself but I'm too emotionally involved here and any and all feedback is welcomed and appreciated:

As I said above, her condition is deterorating rapidly. Like she is giving up. Her immune system is weak, but with time in a rehab facility, her Dr. had thought she would be able to come home. Her heart is strong, but her immune system is weak. As of two days ago she is no longer eating and last night she told me her mother and her husband had been to visit her. Her mother passed when my MIL was 16 and her husband passed in 1981. When her husband was dying, he told her when it was her time, he would come back for her.
I want ( if possible) to accomplish the following:

To understand if she is drug induced dreaming or if this is truely paranormal.
To be able to comfort my husband
To let her go if it's time.... to fight to bring her back if it's not.

Thank you in advance for your insight.

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New Tribe....Religious and Spiritual Art (Apparitions

Mon, 27 Aug 2007 03:41:10 GMT

Apparitions, Holly relics, Inspired artists, Anomalies, ETC.
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Most of the threads in this tribe will be presented in the photo gallery as supported evedence
So don't forget to turn off you topics only option..and and view all

Religion has been the most inspiring theme for artest's throughout the ages
Featured here will be statues, paintings, scupltures,scetches, ETC.

!!!!!!!!All religions welcome!!!!!!!!
(Even those who seek only a skeptical view....Even you can serve as a control ..and disclaimer)

Let’s bring enlightened art visions here and create a database that we can all share and be proud of
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Your own Art is also Welcome and encouraged here

FOLKLORE AND MYTHOLOGY
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brand spankin' new ghost story to share

maryellenmarshall — Fri, 24 Aug 2007 20:39:28 GMT

the other day, I was hangin' out inside my apartment ~ attempting to deal with my monthly visitor
<which I've noticed does heighten my psychic sensitivity ~ it's not the period itself, but the rather swift shift in all those factors, emotional, hormonal, physical, etc. that pushes me to psychically "grab onto" the closest thing available for any type of "stability", as I feel rather roller-coastery for a few days right up to & at the start of my period ~ I tend to notice things that I would otherwise pass over, in my rest-of-the-month alternate grounded-ness ~ but I digress...>

and I overheard my landlord (a man with whom I have very little personal rapport) comment outside, rather off-handedly, to his friend that he didn't think anyone ever even came into his open carport, as he's never found anything missing or out of place in all the time he's lived here, unlike inside his house where stuff seemed to move around all the time......

possibly I was just bored & possibly being bored may help, too ~ but I was *hit* with this whole story/scenario that filled in much "background" & context on my landlord's lifestyle......

two little boy 'ghosts' (I don't really make the distinction between ghosts ~ earthbound, non-physical entities & spirits ~ non-physical entities who are not trapped, just visiting for whatever reasons; although I do think think that the distinction is 'real') are attached to my landlord & they 'play' with him ~ often winding him up, until he bursts into into passionate & somewhat heated debates/harangues with the neighbors (also sometimes overheard by my roommates & I) ~ the ghosts like to 'feed' off this energy & although I don't think that my landlord is consciously aware of these ghost boys' mischievous pranks & feeding habits, I do think that he has some inkling of his ghostly companions, as he tends to be somewhat of a reclusive eccentric ~ I'm guessing that he assumes most others won't "get" or accept him ~ it's kinda too bad that he ignores me, as I do *love* a good eccentric & he may be happily surprised by my uber-accepting attitude, but again, I digress....

I couldn't get these two ghost boys out of my head, once they got in. They seemed a little surprised that I noticed them & were a bit protective of their relationship with my landlord, but also kinda happy for the attention ~ ghosts are said to 'feed' on the energy of attention ~ usually fear energy, but in my case I think it was just novelty ~ over a period of a few hours, I was able to pull more details out of my ass & put together more of a story.....

I'm going to ask one of my roommates, when he returns from his current business trip, to try & confirm or dismiss some of these details from my landlord, as he has a better friendly relationship with the guy.

I think one of the ghost boys is a dead childhood friend (who died as a child), or a dead brother, or cousin.
The other one is more like an ancestor, but also a child ~ or a really immature adult ~ I *picture* him in old-fashioned clothes.
They aren't malicious, but still kinda annoying even tho they are happily connected to the landlord guy ~ they are pleased with the 'arrangement' & 'prolly help him out in odd ways, too.
They psychically bat my landlord around like they were playing badminton with him as the shuttle-cock ~ he's not 'harmed' by this, but I'm sure that it frustrates him from time to time.
They think it's funny to tease him ~ very much in that school yard way that elementary age school kids are prone to.

I've personally found that when ghosts 'hide' physical objects around the house on me ~ they don't necessarily have to actually move the physical object (that is said to take lots of energy for the ghost to accomplish, but is possible) ~ more often, they just mess with the 'corners' of my perception ~ veiling what I'm looking for, or counter directing my attention away from said object ~ clouding my mind, distracting me ~ much like a stage magician/illusionist does, only ghosts have better access to the inner machinations of our heads (a skill that would make Penn & Teller VERY jealous, I'm sure!).

Well, that's the bulk of it.
I'd be happy to answer any questions that people may have as the further discussion on the topic may help to spark more specific details for me & maybe this will help me break the ice with this guy, so that I can talk further with him :)

love all-ways,
mem

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Mary Ellen Pleasant

maryellenmarshall — Mon, 09 Jul 2007 22:27:55 GMT

Even tho her old San Francisco home no longer stands ~ the trees that she planted in front on Octavia at Bush still do. Every so often I am 'called' there to visit them....

I recently found out that her old 30 room mansion was considered haunted until it was torn down ~ as the rumors were that Mary Ellen was a Voodoo queen taught by Marie LaVeau herself in New Orleans.

A series of curious synchronicities led me to discover the fascinating historical figure of Mary Ellen Pleasant about 10 years ago & I do think that she is prompting me to write this about her now. I was hoping that some others may know of her and/or her legacy, specifically in San Francisco ~ but any information at all would be greatly appreciated.

here are a few highlights from the web ~

Mary Ellen Pleasant (died January 4, 1904) was a 19th Century female entrepreneur of partial African descent who used her fortune to further abolition. She worked on the Underground Railroad across many states and then helped bring it to California during the Gold Rush Era. She was a friend and financial supporter of John Brown and well known in abolitionist circles. After the Civil War she took her battles to the courts and won several civil rights victories, one of which was cited and upheld in the 1980’s and resulted in her being called, “The Mother of Human Rights in California”
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mary_Ellen_Pleasant

LaVeaux had invented a way to use Voodoo to aid the disenfranchised, and Mary, who should have inherited a voodoo priestancy from her mother, wanted to learn it. Said the only eye witness of this study, LaVeaux's granddaughter, "She (LaVeaux) was teachin' Mrs. Pleasants Voodoo so she could use it some way." So, from Mam'zelle LaVeaux Mary learned to mentor her people and to use the secrets of the rich to gain aid for the poor -- a "model" that would serve her well in San Francisco.
http://www.mepleasant.com/story2.html

Legacies
Mary Pleasant went on to become celebrated as a philanthropist and business woman and to amass a $30,000,000 fortune with her secret partner, Scotsman, Thomas Bell. In 1883 she even helped challenge the powerful Senator William Sharon in a scandalous case in the cause of Human Rights - She backed the plaintiff financially. Despite the fact that the plaintiff eventually lost this case, and Pleasant eventually lost most of her wealth, and even her good name through twists of fate, treachery, and the press, her legacy of love and courage lives on. In fact, her 1868 Trolley case set precedent in the California Supreme Court and was used to win a case in that same court in 1983. Pleasant was a winner!
http://www.mepleasant.com/story4.html

For 25 years during the past [nineteenth] century she tyrannized the somber and inscrutable Bell mansion, with its fringe of eucalyptus, at 1661 Octavia-st. What old-timer does not remember the lean, erect, shrewd-eyed Negress with her old black straw bonnet, gold hoop earrings, spotless kerchief fastened with a winking moss-agate brooch, moving among the stalls of the old Sutter-st market? Mary Ellen, who was reputed the wickedest woman in San Francisco, who figured in every important lawsuit for nearly half a century, but who told truth so creatively and cunningly that the most astute lawyer never tripped her.

Mary Ellen Pleasant had an uncanny way of chancing upon gossipers and professed to the skeletons in the closets of every high-ranking family in the city. Folks took care not to snub her. You never knew when she would find out something about you.
http://www.sfmuseum.org/hist10/mammy.html

Histories of the west describe her as a madam, voodoo queen, and prostitute. Pleasant herself requested that the words “she was a friend of John Brown” be printed on her grave. From Philadelphia, she was educated in Nantucket and while in Boston began associations with William Lloyd Garrison and other abolitionist including Alexander Smith whom she married. After his death and the willing of money, she moved west, spending time in Canada Westin working with abolitionist and fugitive slaves near Chatham in the late 1850s. At this time see met John Brown where the raid on Harper’s ferry was planned.
http://www.aaregistry.com/african_american_history/1088/San_Franciscos_finest_Mary_Ellen_Pleasant

Was she a public benefactor or a public menace?

She has been called an angel and an archfiend. She has been credited with superhuman qualities of generosity and devotion, but she has also been charged--in public print--with almost every crime in the book.

One writer said she was the wicked "witch woman of the West," but another said that if she "had been White and a man, she would have been president."
http://findarticles.com/p/articles/mi_m1077/is_n8_v48/ai_13923130

love all-ways,
mem

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Seeing "things" constantly

soulstretch — Fri, 06 Jul 2007 22:35:56 GMT

This has been going on for about 1 year at its most intense. It seems to be centered around my 4-year-old son the most. My husband and I hear footsteps in his room when my son is in there taking a nap and sometimes when there's no one in there. I keep seeing moving shadows down the hall toward his room, on the ceiling and out of the corner of my eye. I have seen something flying, like a bird w/brown wings in his room. I've seen what looks like...the best way I can describe it is what happens on Star Trek when someone is getting "beamed up, " how the particles are neither here nor there and you only see something like sparkles.

I actually moved from one side of my bed to the other because I could clearly see down the hall from that side and I was seeing "movement" all night. It was driving me crazy. So I moved to the other side and now still see it, but further up the hall - right in my line of vision again. It's like it wants to me see it or maybe it's watching me too? I don't know.

Incidently, my son feels/sees nothing. Only one instance of "something," I don't know if it qualifies, though. My son was having a bad dream and then said he woke up because someone was tickling him. He was adament that it really happend so I told him it was probably an angel trying to wake him from his bad dream. But secretly thinking to myself that it probably DID happen. But other than that, he seems oblivious to the goings on around him. It's kind of ridiculous that he doesn't see it because it's all around him.

These "things" in our house do not seem bad and I am not particularly scared, just very curious. I have even talked to them, but got no response! They just move around like crazy in our house.

What do you think is going on here? Any of this sound familiar to anyone?

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Chinese ghost story

Sat, 14 Jul 2007 08:17:21 GMT

There are many ghosts in Chinese culture. Ghosts have been believed and worshipped by Chinese for a few thousand years. Even Confucius said, "Respecting ghosts and gods, but away from them."
Many people believe ghosts, yet many don't. Chinese people often say, "If you believe it, there will be, but if you don't, there will not."
But i do believe that sometime they are really around us together with us, also they are silient and kind, and won't hurting you. I always think that being a ghost is already hard, how could they spend so much time in hurting people....
Oh, here's an old story in Chinese culture about ghost and a scholar, which i think its funny and wanna share with you all.

http://www.foreignercn.com/index.php/action_viewnews_itemid_4137.html

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The Wardrobe of a Ghost

ElkDreamerDancing — Tue, 19 Jun 2007 21:49:05 GMT

Previously I have posted about the ghosts in my parent's house. What an interesting new development to report! One of the ghosts has gone from wearing farmer's overalls to a black Sunday suit! Recently my father's health has been deteriorating and we've been wondering if he is long for this world. Our interpretation is that the ghost has changed his wardrobe in preparation of our father's funeral. Any other evidence of ghosts changing wardrobe and interpretation?

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washing machine

Mia — Fri, 01 Jun 2007 19:13:27 GMT

Anyone ever heard or had an experience with washing machine stopping and lid opening in middle of load by its self???
My washer which I have had for 5 years and never did this till recently sometime several times same load. Any ideas??

Mia

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The spiritual meaning of your life challenges

Fri, 18 May 2007 23:11:25 GMT

If the moderators will kindly permit a new book announcement, I would like to tell people about a spirituality book I’ve written and recently published that may be of interest and service.

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The book contains ten true stories of people who planned physical illness, having handicapped children, deafness, blindness, drug addiction, alcoholism, losing a loved one, and severe accidents.

The information about their pre-birth plans was obtained by four very gifted mediums and channels, including one who has the ability both to see and to hear the conversations we have with one another before we’re born. The book therefore contains the actual conversations people had with their future parents, children, spouses, friends, and other loved ones when they planned these challenges.

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Recent Death

Sun, 15 Apr 2007 16:00:04 GMT

My assistant at Work died on Saturday.. She had problems w/ anti depressants.. I knew that she was taking zanax, but didnt know about anything else.. Apparantly she was w/ an ex boyfriend and ingested zanax, oxcontin and alcohol. She overdosed. I dont think it was the OD that killed her.. Her ex didnt take her to the hospital right away, he panicked and kept her lifeless body in his car for nearly 2 hours before taking her to her mom.. By the time she did make it to the hospital, she was unconscious for several hours. She had a brain aneurism.. She was on life support for nearly 2 days and passed away yesterday...
The day before this happened, she seemed depressed a bit.. She said she thought she was going to get fired and she proceeded to clean out her emails, pack up personal belongings etc... The next day I got the the news she was in Intensive Care...
I went down and saw her. It was very hard to see.. I feel guilty.. Guilty that I did not talk to her about her problems sooner, guilty that I couldnt have been more of a friend to her....
I can't help but to think maybe it was an intentional overdose..
anyway, i do not even know WHY I am writing this here....
I'll be going to her funeral sometime this week.. It is going to be so surreal going into work tomorrow, and having her desk (right next to mine) empty........ knowing that she's never coming back...
I talked to "her" breifly last night after I heard the news.
Is there any one good way to get a message to someone that has passed ? Or, do they just know what we're feeling/thinking ?

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VIDEO: Ghost Causes Car Crash

Scorpio — Sat, 09 Dec 2006 02:11:28 GMT

<<A real car accident caused by a ghost in Sintra Portugal. Police authorities found a DV camera that show what happened before the ... all » accident...>>

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-5489018464221065117

FYI- Nothing of interest happens until about 4:50 into the 7 minute video.

What do you think? Was it really a ghost???

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Ankous

Swaz — Mon, 26 Mar 2007 08:59:32 GMT

In Peter Haining's book "The Dictionary of Ghost Lore" there is a reference to "Ankous", who were people buried alive to create a "watcher Spirit" to watch-over a new church or cemetery. I think this was in the transitional period between Dark-age-paganism and early-middle-age christianity. Anyone else ever hear of Ankous?

Swaz

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Another B.S. Theory about Ghosts.....

Rai — Thu, 15 Feb 2007 07:46:09 GMT

I do believe in Ghosts, but I have no facts! But if you find the following surmise intriguing, please feel free to post.....If the Universe is composed of matter and energy--what if some matter-energy forms (us) are able to receive signals from other matter-energy forms (ghosts)? While my preference is not to receive transmissions from the matter-energy forms we describe as "ghosts," on occasion these signals do come through--like people who receive radio transmissions on their teeth fillings--I use my religion to block and moderate these signals, but I'm sure there are people who are karmically capable (like doctors are karmically capable of dealing with illness and injury) of dealing with dire/extreme signals from from the deceased. I feel like I have a minimal ability to deal with relatives I've known in life, or extremely benign strangers, but it is not a "broad whatever there is to be dealt with" ability. What say you?

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any ghost hunter's in the east bay area?

Tue, 03 Apr 2007 17:41:17 GMT

hi there, i am dawn an i would love to go ghost hunting with anyone that is intrasted in the bay area. i live in oakland ca right now.

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Ghost Photos

Connor — Thu, 22 Mar 2007 14:06:18 GMT

Site with Ghost Photos
http://fotosfantasmas.zoomshare.com

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James Randi / CSICOP

Swaz — Fri, 16 Mar 2007 23:25:10 GMT

Who here hates this guy? On one hand he's good exposing all sorts of people who have these cult followings like Uri Gellar etc.. But when it come to the spiritual realm, if you've ever seen him speak, he's like that athiest broad who got "under God" taken out of the pledge of alliegance. He's just inveterately cynical and pessimistic. Anyway I like what he DOES, but hate how he THINKS.

Swaz

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CASTING: Seeking Psychics or Others With Paranormal Experiences for New Music Television Series

Liquid Theory — Tue, 06 Feb 2007 02:19:32 GMT

Music driven reality show is looking for hip, cool and unique cast members ages 18-25 to investigate various locations across the country and report on supernatural activity. All cast members must either be psychic, mediums, or have had significant paranormal experiences. This is an opportunity for you to learn more about the "other side" and share your experiences for a teen oriented cable network while being on an roadtrip of a lifetime! Please email casting@liquid-theory.com or call Dana at 323.460.5658 if interested. Please include a photo if possible.

Thanks!

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True Ghostly Stories..Post here...

WonderWoman — Wed, 15 Nov 2006 00:08:34 GMT

I wanted to start a thread where everyone would post their stories that happened to them.

I'll start. My FIRST Ghost encounter (but not the last)

When I was about 12 years old my mother used to collect all of our misplaced possessions (things we didn't put away upon repeated instruction to do so) and put them in her bedroom closet. She'd collect shoes, books, you name it. Once it went into the closet only an act of congress could get it emancipated. So, my brother and I would occassionally sneak in a take our coveted possession back. Once Mom caught on to this she began locking her door. We were relegated as "no good", "untrustworthy", "thieves". So, the door remained locked and that was that. Well, one XMAS season while Mom was out shopping for the holidays with my stepdad in tow, my sneaky big brother noticed the door ajar. Ooops Mom forgot to lock down the fort. Tippy toed and as thick as thieves as they say...brother and I creep to the bedroom door. Not for long. Out of the upper right hand corner of the room walked a ghost. He and I say "he" because it resembled a man but had no hair came walking at about 5-6 feet off the ground level we were on and straight at us. Big brother stood silent but I was jibbering away. Questions flying like "do you see it, Kevin?, is it a hologram?, what is it?, is it real?". Next thing I know my brother whips around, dodges me as I was behind him, and races out of the house, through the kitchen, down a flight of stairs and out the door into the December cold. Not without me a few steps behind however. The moment he darted I started crying out of fright. If he was scared well then I should have something to worry about. Teras and flight were all that happened next. Out on the road things got hairier. We lived on a VERY quiet private peninsula. Cars seldom came down the road and when they did you could hear them the moment they approached the inlet as the sound reverberated off the surrounding water. We sat on the road, literally. We always did in the summer in large groups of kids anyway. So here we sat waiting... for what?, Mom and StepDad to come home?, one of us to be brave enough to go back first?, I don't really know. Neither of us were brave enough and the proof came when we could hear that damn phone ring clear out on the road. We were a half an acre from the house and the phone was nestled snuggly behind many wallls and a brick outer layer and yet we could hear it. It was darn near midnight and my folks still hadn't come home. My imagination raced. Could they have died in a car wreck and that was our warning? The phone rang for so long. Longer than it should have. Longer than any phone should have rung back in the days of pre caller id, call waiting, and three way whatever... I told kevin it wanted us back in the house. I amazed outloud about the loudness of the phone and asked Kevin if he had ever heard it ring outside of the house. He agreed it had never been so loud. Didn't matter... we weren't going in. We didn't go back until our parents finally pulled up to turn into the driveway. I told my mother everything and she staunchly denied it could have happened and angrily ask that I stop trying to freak her out. But it did happen. That white faced, no eyed, man...five feet off the ground as sure as shit was walking toward us. He didn't seem like he was looking at us but you couldn't see his eyes anyway. I happen to think he was just passing through and couldn't see us, but then that leaves the phone unexplained. Hell, things will always remain unexplained. Because after that... things started takign a turn for the worse in that already upside down dysfunctional house. Things breaking, things overflowing... I'll save those for the stories I post later. After yours of course.

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Orbs

Amydoll — Thu, 30 Jun 2005 13:07:59 GMT

Hello, everyone. Just thought I'd introduce m'self before I start posting.

I'm from Ypsilanti, Michigan. I've been interested in the paranormal for as long as I can remember, (starting with a very infrequent poltergeist in the house I grew up in) but don't get much chance to ghosthunt. :(

I would imagine that this has been a topic before, but I'm new here, so you'll have to forgive me...

What are everyone's take on orbs? I used to think that every little orb I saw was a sign of ghostly activity until I read this:

http://www.prairieghosts.com/trouble.html

and another article (which I can't find the link to) which broke down the science of digital cameras evern furthur. Either way, I tend to agree with these articles.

Any thoughts?

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orbs

indiabazaar — Tue, 09 Jan 2007 15:26:24 GMT

I dont know about orbs at all other then i read some on internets...a couple of years ago when i make pictures.. when our carpenter were making some furniture for house.. i were making pictures.. and got 7-8 orbs on the picture even in diffrent direction and diffrent pictures.. but i didnt knew about orbs till then.. next day i make another few pics all over house but found nothing.. .. as from years i didnt had digital camera.. and recently bought new digitial camera..

and were just making pictures of my house.. and saw in two pics.. this orbs..

i didnt had any kind of probelm .. in house.. .. can some one suggest me about.. what is it actually.. i have posted pictures in photo section
ajay

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Ghost Movies

maryellenmarshall — Tue, 09 Jan 2007 00:35:06 GMT

I'm a fan ~ not of "slasher, suspense-driven, gorey" horror films ~ but "supernatural" stories of ghosts & human interaction with them....

I watched "Dark Water" the other night & liked that one. I could tell that it was "Eastern" in nature & wasn't surprised to see that it was based on a Japanese book ~ like "The Ring" & "The Grudge" were.

Anyone else notice the differences between the "Eastern" & "Western" concepts surrounding ghosts and/or have some good movie recommendations?

I also really liked "The Others"

love all-ways,
mem

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For The Intuitive Ones

Scorpio — Tue, 21 Nov 2006 01:23:16 GMT

Like I said I've had alot of what I'd refer to as supernatural experiences. I wouldn't say I'm necessarily a sensitive or anything, it just seems I've been in the right place at the the right time. Also like I've said, alot of my experiences can be explained with scientific theory, not necessarily cold hard facts, but theories and ofcourse tricks of the mind or psychoactive chemicals can be thrown into my theories as well.

Now, I've met alot of people that call themselves psychics or seers or intuitives or whathaveyou. The majority of them I've been able to expose as charlatans. Some I couldn't figure out but I feel like I may have if given more time.

The Madam Marie ceremony I attended in New Orleans a few years back really threw me for a loop, but that's for another thread.

Anyway, for those that are willing to speak openly about it (you can message me if you like), I have alot of questions. I'm not here to patronize anyone or make them feel uncomfortable in any way. I do find this facinating and, ultimately, there's a greater purpose for me behind my curiousity. Not researching for a book or anything. It's personal.

A few basic 'feeler' type questions first....

1. When and how did you first discover your sixth sense, if you will?
2. Was it preceded by a traumatic event? (I.E. death of a loved one, accident ect.)
3. Can you make contact with 'the other side' ,for lack of a better term, at will or is it just by happenstance?

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We're moving and stirring them up again.

Natasha — Mon, 11 Dec 2006 02:41:10 GMT

Oh, they've known something was going on here, I just knew it when we started having arguments. Nothing major, just tiffs over money as us grown-ups do at times.
"They" started making themselves known more and more through a variety of ways.

As our son (now age 8) was growing up, he had an "imaginary friend". This friend also had a friend who my son claims would play games and tricks, mostly hide and seek, through the walls, doors and the like. He tells me that they "ran away" when he was 5 years old......oddly the SAME year I did some rather thorough cleansing on the house and put in place artifacts here and there to keep them all out, as I grow weary of being the one they all seem to be attracted to. Back to the story, so now that we are packing and moving, the artifacts I had about the house have been removed and packed away in preparation. They're all coming back!

The little boy that runs in the hallway, the one that strums the strings on our accoustic guitar, the one that is big and black and just fills up patches of the ceiling in the hallway and the one that giggles. Maybe they're all the same one, manifesting in one way or another,maybe not. But here's what I've been doing. Each time the guitar plays or something opens, like the front door keeps doing (and NO, it's not the wind, lol) I just say out loud, we care about you, but you're NOT coming with us, you have to stay here and help the next family.

So, since this is all happening to me, it's hard for me to now remember what I need to keep doing. Got ideas on how to keep them here? I mean I feel bad having scared away his "playmates" but they were'nt the ones I was trying to get rid of........just that dark one. I don't mind letting the little boy follow us, but I just do NOT want the other, more frightening one follow us....any ideas?

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Spiritual Stories

Carol — Tue, 12 Dec 2006 21:53:48 GMT

My story starts when I was very young.
I was a wanderer, it was hard to keep me home. One day I decided to visit my Granny
and get a cookie - I was 3 years old.
I got lost, who knows what wrong turn I made but I started out early in the morning.
It must have been about lunch time when I was walking down a road on a hill.
I looked over the side of the hill and saw God.
He was in a colorful beautiful garden. It was like in the movie Snow White when she is
singing and playing with the birds and animals.... it was the most colorful peaceful garden
I had ever seen. God was there in white robes walking around the garden smelling the flowers.
I called to him from the road I wanted to ask him so many questions, questions I don't remember
now but it was so important for me to get the answers.
He didn't hear me so I ran down the road and I couldn't get directly to the garden I saw, I had to run
down one street up another it took forever and it was hot.
I finally got to what I thought had to be the place, you could see the road from the garden but it was
all dark and not very pleasant. I knocked on the door of the house until a man answered the door,
he didn't seem very impressed that I saw someone in his garden or that someone so young without
a parent was there, he got me a glass of water and sent me on my way.
I remember being very sad that God had not waited for me and I continued to walk until I was picked
up by a friend of my parents in the evening.... he had heard on the 6:00 news that I was missing.

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Hotel Ghost Story

Mary — Fri, 21 Apr 2006 02:11:01 GMT

I posted several versions of this one years ago, on several ghost story sites, but forgot which ones. I just googled, and found an early version. I added some bits of information from the later more detailed versions, to round out the facts as I remember them.

This story ties in with the "lights" thing, too. It was my first ghost experience as an adult, and my first experience with the "messing with the lights" proclivities of some ghosts.

*************

In March of 1995 my husband and I decided to visit Key West. As this was something of a second honeymoon, we decided to splurge and stay at one of the nicest resorts, right on the "sunset side" of the Key.

We were delighted to find an entire second-floor suite at a very reasonable price (including sitting room, kitchenette, hot tub, etc.) for our mid-week stay. The hotel and the room were modern, lovely, and comfortable. The balcony looked right out at the seaside promenade where people went to watch the sunset. These lodgings were the epitome of a comfortable, beautifully appointed hotel suite.

We noticed a few odd things about the suite, however. Whenever we would leave for awhile, no matter how short a time, we would come back and find that lights we had turned off were now on, the television would be on, lights we had turned on were now off, and things on the bureau tops had been shifted around. Of course, we assumed it was the housekeeping staff, but the room was seldom cleaned! (Beds remained unmade, etc.) In fact, it was a bit difficult to get the maids in to clean the room or leave extra towels.

On our last night there, March 14/15, 1995, I was awakened in the middle of the night, probably around 2:00AM, by the sound of someone in the room. I was sure that it was robbers, possibly given a key by a member of the hotel staff. As I heard the person riffling around with the objects (wallets, keys, cameras) on the bureau top, I was sure we were about to become Florida Tourist Death statistics!

It occurred to me that perhaps our visitor meant only to rob us, not to kill us, so I wanted to give him a chance to leave. I decided to pretend to wake up, and shift and groan a little in the bed, hoping that the intruder would run when he heard me. I tried to groan, but no sound came.

I tried to shift my body around under the covers, but I was totally paralyzed. I could not move. This was not a dream! I tried to move my hand, but I could literally not move a finger. My face was on my right cheek, turned slightly toward the window. I could see just the frame of the window, but would have to move my head to see the entire window.

I heard the intruder continuing to move around behind me. Then he began to move toward the window. I was still straining to see if I could glimpse him, but I still could not move my head at all. He walked to the window, just teasingly outside the edge of my field of vision, grabbed the pull, and pulled open the blinds. I sensed, but could not see, him standing and looking out the window for awhile. After about a minute, he/it heaved the saddest sigh I have ever heard. Then he returned, I thought, to the bureau, but instead of manipulating the objects again, he sat down near the foot of the bed. I felt the depression inches away from my feet as the mattress moved, I heard and felt the bedsprings creak. I thought we were about to die. Then the creature grabbed my ankle. I tried to scream and scream and scream, and couldn't make a sound. I was so terrified that I passed out.

When I awoke, it was late morning. The sun was shining brightly. The blinds were pulled open, when I know that my husband and I had left them closed. None of our belongings were missing. I was quite shaken for several days after that (we checked out of the hotel that morning) and eventually told my Very Rational husband. My husband is skeptical - he thinks it was an odd dream state - but he is not disrespectful.

When I returned from vacation, I told this story to my two young adult sons. My oldest son, B***, was not the least bit skeptical, and told me about a similar -- but far more violent -- experience he had had one night in a trench in northern Saudi Arabia in late 1990 when he was serving with Operation Desert Storm.

My younger son, N**, who was very interested in the occult, had a theory about why I was not permitted to see the "ghost". He assumed that the ghost never wanted to harm us. Perhaps it had a particularly frightening visage that it did not want us to see, or perhaps it was a time traveler or a dream traveler known to us -- someone it might upset us to recognize in this circumstance.

N** may have been on to something.

Exactly one year after this experience, on March 14, 1996, my older son, B***, took his life. The reasons for his death are a mystery to all of us, although he often indicated disillusionment with this world, as a result of his wartime experiences. He died at the seaside, looking out at the ocean, in San Diego, California.

Sometimes I wonder if our "ghost" in 1995 was a visit from B*** a year early, unhoused from his body and unstuck in time, trying to make sense of his disembodied state, or just trying to be close to the people who love him.

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If You Were Dead, Would You Mess With Your Friends?

Mary — Tue, 25 Apr 2006 18:23:47 GMT

One evening, I was talking to one of my most apparently spiritual and evolved friends, and he and I got on the subject of the Afterlife. I was surprised when he admitted to me that, when he goes, he *definitely* wants to play a few jokes on friends before he Heads to the Light.

Me too.

I admit it.

How about you?

Yeah, yeah. Sure, the Next Stage will be all amazing, and we'll find it when we Follow the Light, but ... wouldn't you want to stick around just for a *leetle* bit, and mess with your friends' heads? Nothing mean ... but a few "Hey, I'm here!" tricks. I think a great many spirits, especially spirits of people we know, do this. I think only the extremely confused and troubled have to be "shown" to the light. I get the impression most spirits one encounters know where it is and how to get there, they just figure there's no big hurry. Either that, or it's OK to come back to watch, to deliver a message, or just to make oneself known ... even with an affectionate mild prank.

This is heresy, according to many books I've read about ghosts, but it matches my experience and my own motivations better than the info in so many books.

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Last night

Samantha — Mon, 11 Dec 2006 16:02:11 GMT

This is hardly on par with my previous experiences, but it's damn weird. So this morning, I came out of my room & found a pair of pants folded neatly in the middle of my living room floor. I live alone & they were DEFINITELY not there last night. I haven't worn this particular pair in at least 4 months. Also, I woke up about an hour after I went to bed, FLAMING hot. It's winter, and my window was open a bit because I like it a little chilly when i sleep, but I thought I must have had a very high fever I was so hot. Also, one of my cats was uncharacteristically howling uncontrollably out in the living room. He wouldn't stop until I brought him into my room with me. It just all seems like an odd combination.

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How Can I Increase Sensitivity?

Zareen1 — Tue, 21 Nov 2006 19:28:14 GMT

I have been lurking in this tribe for a few days since I joined and I am fascinated by the stories I’ve read here. I looked through prior topics for this, but I didn’t see anything that looked like it specifically covered what I want to know (although I did see many many interesting topics that I will go back and read when I have time). My apologies if this has been discussed before.

I’m not especially sensitive to things like energies, spirits or ghosts or whatever you want to call it, and there is no special talent for this that runs in my family, but I would like to see if I can’t cultivate this a bit and become a little more sensitive to these things. I have never seen a ghost or lights or wisps, or well, anything really. I’ve never heard voices, footsteps or bumps in the night. To my knowledge I’ve never had a precognitive dream. No unusual feelings or emotions connected to places, although I have been in places that have creeped me out. And I have at least once been able to communicate with an animal with mental images. Also I am a dancer and have had photos taken of me while dancing surrounded by orbs. (So I think hopefully there may be something to work with here?)

I’ve always been pretty skeptical of things like this, but I do want to believe that its possible. On one hand I’m a bit frightened of being successful at this since I know nothing about it and don’t want to get myself into anything I can’t handle. But I’m more curious than frightened and I’d like to try.

Does anyone know any techniques for increasing sensitivities? Any help would be appreciated. Thanks!

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Stir of Echoes

maryellenmarshall — Tue, 02 May 2006 06:28:03 GMT

I just watched the movie ~ it was good & got me thinking......

Have people here seen it? ~ I don't want to 'ruin' it for anyone, but I'm wondering about helping ghosts (trapped spirits) find 'closure' or whatever...... it seems like a 'reasonable' & neighborly thing to do, if possible.... solving 'crimes' seems so dramatic, but helping someone (a dead someone) put the pieces of their personal puzzle together or just acknowledging them in ways that are meaningful to them, may be all it takes....

I know I've been around ghosts/spirits my whole life & have often been comforted by them ~ even amused by them. I've never consciously attempted to 'do anything', but I'm feeling a specific call & don't think it was a total coincidence that I saw this movie tonight....

So, I guess I'm *fishing* for someone who may have also seen this movie & may have an opinion on all this.....

thanx

love all-ways,
mem

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The ghost in my closet

maryellenmarshall — Fri, 17 Nov 2006 21:43:35 GMT

I've been living in this apartment for a bit over a year now. I am quite aware of my non-living roommate, "Henry, call me Hank" who 'lives' in my closet.

I moved here from another apartment in San Francisco. My old apartment was in a beautiful Edwardian building, where I held many late night parties & talked metaphysics with my odd assortment of friends & stragglers that my living (but not always paying) roommates would bring back after the bars & clubs closed. There were quite a few ghost sightings at my last apartment. That's where I learned about how ghosts & spirits were attracted to me. Elizabeth was the spinning, hippy girl who was described to me by at least 3 independent observers. I miss her ~ as she didn't follow me in my move across town. The grumpy old man who 'lived' in my old kitchen was often connected with people dropping & breaking dishes & a general feeling of unease in the kitchen ~ the last place that people wanted to hang out in my comfortable old apartment. I got a few other reports of ghost/spirit sightings there. These stories often prompted more stories from my guests' own pasts & we would sit up all night enjoying the spooky, but never threatening environment.

I *feel* ghosts/spirits rather than *see* them, but I did catch a glimpse of Hank, the ghost in my closet, a few months ago. I was lying in bed & thought my boyfriend had come into the bedroom from the bathroom, so I turned over expecting to see my boyfriend standing there. In the split second of surprise/confusion, as I had *felt* someone standing there, I *saw* my first ghost! He was definately dead ~ with his neck & head turned at a non-living angle, his long, black straggly hair half disguising his rotting, pale flesh ~ no mistaking him for my living boyfriend! But then he was 'gone'. I didn't have the feeling that he was attempting to scare me, just that he was using my state of confusion to manifest, so that I could see him. I don't get the feeling that he is 'nice' like Elizabeth, but he's also not 'grumpy' like the old guy from my kitchen. He's just there ~ waiting for something & although he has plenty of time on his hands, I do feel somehow prompted by him sometimes. Like he wants something.

My friend Brandon, who died this past Christmas Day, told me (before he died) that Hank wasn't in this apartment when I moved here, but had followed me home after seeing me on the street one night. Brandon was the first one to describe Hank (& never really liked the name 'Hank' that another friend came up with) ~ Brandon could always tell when Hank was interested in what we were doing, usually hanging out in my cozy place. Brandon warned me that although Hank wasn't threatening, he did cost some 'energy' & take some space. So far, I'm ok with that.

Recently, though, I've been feeling a bit more of a pull from my closet. I watched the movie, "Stir of Echoes" & didn't think it was a complete coincidence that the story was about helping a ghost find closure & move on. I don't think Hank needs me to solve his murder or anything dramatic like that, but I'm not able to figure out what it is that he wants just yet. I'm curious & happy to help out if it is within my doing. Maybe I'm just too focused on Hank, that he can't access my 'peripheral vision'?

I'm asking for help. If in reading my story here, you had any strong thoughts, feelings or connections ~ please let me know. Did this story remind you of something? If you have any desire to respond to me, even (especially) in ways you may think are unconnected, please do..... I'm considering all sources!

love all-ways,
mem

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Ghost or poltergeist - how do I tell the difference?

Mon, 07 Aug 2006 21:10:20 GMT

This is just one among MANY manifestations I've seen throughout my life. In 1994, I was talking with a friend in my living room in a small house in Nampa, Idaho. I don't know if this was one of the spirits she had around her or one attached to the house. But it was very violent and aggressive. As we were talking(this was about 10:30 pm) the light next to her started to spasm like it was having a short. We stopped talking. In the next second, something invisible picked up these curtains I had lying right in front of me only about 7 feet away on a table with metal rings and threw them down. I screamed, although she didn't. I think she was too much in shock. Right after THAT, an arc of white light swung up right in front of us and whooshed through the ceiling going right to left. Why this dramatic display? We've conjectured and argued about who/what this spirit could be, and can't come to any conclusions. Any thoughts? Maybe next post I should tell you about the peeping tom ghost who haunted the apartments I lived in just a year before that, and the suicide ghost who haunted another one in that same complex I used to live in. He got very physical...anyway, I'd love to know your thoughts on just what this was.

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Dreams.

Scorpio — Fri, 17 Nov 2006 05:30:50 GMT

This has been bothering me lately and I can't seem to get it out of my mind.

For the past year or so I've been having recurring dreams that take place in my grandfathers house. Not nightmarish or anything, just strange.

This one I have most often: I wake up in my grandfathers house. Evidently I'd been napping on the sofa or something. I get up, rub my eyes, look around. I feel comfortable. Like I know exactly where I am and I'm supposed to be there. I get from the sofa and, in the process, kick over my grandfathers 'spit can'.(an old coffee can he spit his tobacco chaw in that was always on the floor at the end of the sofa at his house and ofcourse I knocked it over and got scolded for it quite often as a child) Isay to myself "I better clean that up". Then something catches my eye through the window that looks out to the driveway. I go and look out and see people along with a few cars and a big truck that I'm certain I've never seen before. Then I start to feel very uncomfortable. Not scared. More irritated. I say to myself "Who the hell are they?" "What are they doing here?" I want to go out there and tell them to leave but when I step through the door to go outside, there's a flash of light and I'm suddenly sitting on the sofa again. This happens 3 or 4 times and I keep feeling more and more irritated. Then I wake up.

That dream is exactly the same every time. It gives me the creeps now that I've written it down.

The other dream comes in 3 variations. I'm there with my 2 sisters and my brother. We seem to be looking for something. Checking in the closets and all the bedrooms. For what, I have no idea. I then open the door leading down to the basement. Sometimes in the dream, there's furniture and other objects moving back and forth in front of the stairway seemingly by themselves. Other times in the dream I open the door and the light in the basement is rapidly turning off and on when I know nobody is down there to flip the switch. In the third sequence, I open the door and there are no stairs at all. Just pitch black darkness.

I've drempt all of those once or twice.

My grandfather passed away 5 or 6 years ago and he sold that house to move into a retirement home about 10 years ago. It just seems odd to me.

First off, I've never had the same dream twice in my life before this and certainly not a dozen times. Secondly, I haven't thought about that place in years. Why dream about it now?

Is this some sort of repressed grief thing or could it be.... [*que creepy organ music*] .... something else? This is a serious question.

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Is there an interest?

WonderWoman — Fri, 03 Nov 2006 01:15:52 GMT

I have so many true stories to tell of ghostly encounters in my life. Ghosts are so prevalent in my life. They aren't as prevalent as the little boy who said "I see dead people", but they are always there where ever I go. They aren't all the same beings either. Is there an interest here for the different stories we all have to tell. I was just reading another post on here about the ladies experience in 1972 and 1976. I know she too has many stories to tell. SO, if there's an interest, I'll open the flood gates. Some are quite interesting. Some are still unanswered/quizical.

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Angels amongst us...

Bretticus — Tue, 31 Oct 2006 04:16:32 GMT

Aloha all. Just a quick note about a new tribe I started.

You'll know if it's right for you.

All the best!
Brett

tribes.tribe.net/celestial_warriors

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have you come across this name?

SAAHIRA — Sat, 21 Oct 2006 21:22:53 GMT

Hello all

a strange question for you. Has any of you heard the name 'Donafh'? If you have do you know what it means?
I will tell you why I am asking when/if it is familiar to anyone because that way I dont make a fool of myself if I am imagining things.

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My new Tribe site "Haunted" created

Fri, 20 Oct 2006 18:59:14 GMT

http://tribes.tribe.net/otherside?_click_path=Application%5Btribe%5D.Tribe%5Bc656a317-757a-4591-882d-1167b53b3be3%5D

Sorry this is so long, I had to copy and paste. This site will have all my ghost experiences I've had throughout my life. I think you'll find it interesting;)
Kelli

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Sci Fi Investigates

williamperez — Tue, 17 Oct 2006 16:58:42 GMT

On Wed. Nov 11, 10/9 pm - 12/11 pm. Sci Fi's new program "Sci Fi Investigates" will air a segment called Sci Fi Investigates the Afterlife. I think it will be an interesting program. Perhaps after the airing, it could be something we can discuss here.

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Spielberg Dabbles in the Afterlife with New TV Epic

williamperez — Mon, 16 Oct 2006 16:59:45 GMT

"Steven Spielberg has started talking to the dead for an eerie new TV project about desperate families who find a way to communicate with their departed loved ones."

I bet this will be a great series.

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halloween season

SAAHIRA — Fri, 13 Oct 2006 16:07:09 GMT

Hello all thought it would be nice to ask the question since Halloween is around the corner. does anyone have a good and TRUE ghost story to share? of course you will need to give the short version but thought it would be a good read. emphasis on the TRUE part though, its not fair if you make it up or embellish it . :-)

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Family moving-where will the spirits go?

Fri, 13 Oct 2006 01:16:44 GMT

Hi
Here's a question for anyone-
My sister is about to sell and move from a house that has been in our family for about 80 yrs.We have always felt the presence of spirits (most probably famliy) there.We are concerned for the spirits when the house is sold-will they stay there?Can we ask them to move with the family elsewhere?Sorry if this sounds bizare but not sure if the spirits are connected to and will stay connected to that house or to the family?
Lyn

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JUST A HELLO NEW TO THE TRIBE

SAAHIRA — Thu, 12 Oct 2006 18:56:16 GMT

Hello all just found your tribe and joined this afternoon. I have had lots of experiences that will fit in here great. I see spirits regulary and can sometimes speak with spirits on the other side, I normaly dont tell anyone about these experiences unless they have asked me to contact someone for them because most of them get a bit scared. it will be nice to share them on this tribe.
talk to you all soon.

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fun pictures

Sat, 30 Sep 2006 17:19:29 GMT

I ran across this tribe today and saw the pictures.

I don't know what to make of these blob pictures (or whatever they are called), but I definitely have some from my camera.

I have some pictures of blobs at an egyptian temple, a thailand buddhist temple (next to a giant buddha statue), and also in the throne room of the chinese emperor. I was showing my parents pictures from my last trip and we ran across this picture. They freaked out and made me zoom and tried to look at the blob. It was funny.

I'm not sure what I believe about these blobs in pictures. I've noticed that they only happen when the lighting is dim...but that having dim lighting doesn't make them happen..in fact, they are somewhat rare for me and I've only got them at *very* spiritual or old places.

I'll put a bunch of them in my profile in the next 30 minutes so that anyone can see them if they want.

Annette

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New pictures and an explaination

Thu, 05 Oct 2006 20:34:18 GMT

First of all, I have taken my own pictures of this haunted park/forest but can't find a scanner. So I put up some this ghost hunting group(now disbanded) took of the place. The Photoshop one is a combination of one of their pictures and my own. The red flare is fabricated as are the faces of the boys in the orbs. Just so you know so you don't get too exited;)

Now the story of the place. First of all, it is NOT just haunted by ghosts. There are numerous nature spirits there, faeries if you will, and the wind seems to have something sentient in it because it responds to everything you say and do. There are always dustdevils there, very fast moving ones, as though the spirits are playing. That's above ground Below in the woods the presences are so strong they are irresistable, and mostly good. It was a good place before Alan killed the boys and I believe it has been restored to its former self now, partly from my help in various ways. This place has always drawn me, and I feel my most magical and whole there. I feel ageless, as though I am absorbing the agelessness of the trees and the earth. Hardly anyone will ever go down there, and I have rarely met another on the long winding path. It IS haunted. I am one of the few who resonate with its energy and can handle what is in there. We have an understanding, so to speak. I believe I helped the boys move on in some way and gave them the sympathy and love they couldn't get from anyone else. Mostly because everybody was too afraid to go down there. What Alan did to them was unspeakable, and I'm wondering where the hell their guardian angels were that day. It makes me angry that had to happen to them and they couldn't fend for themselves or escape. I wish I could have been there that day so I could have somehow fought him off and rescued them. I think about it every time I go there and walk through the woods. The area where they died always scares me and makes me sick, so I can't linger in that one part for long. I always walk by it quickly because I can't handle the angry and terrified energy there. The rest of the place feels mysterious and beautiful. Maybe someday I can even lift the shadows from the worst part. I'm hoping Alan's ghost is not still there, that may explain part of why that one area is so ominous. It's toward the back where the brush is the densist and you can't see from either side of the cliffs. I remember going there after they were killed and feeling their sadness and being overwhelmed by it for awhile. Now it feels better and more magical again. I had one scary dream where they were calling me from behind a wall from far away, like they were being pulled away and desperately trying to hang on to where they were. I don't know how they knew my name. Anyway, this is just an abbreviated version of the history of David Douglas Park.

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EVP/ white noise

Sun, 03 Sep 2006 19:13:42 GMT

I've never really heard about this before until a movie I watched last night.. "white noise" with Michael Keaton.. ANyone have any info, or thoughts on this ? I really don't know much at all about the spiritual world, or afterlife... All i know is that it interests me......

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Family Gene?

Jai — Fri, 29 Sep 2006 10:03:28 GMT

My grandmother was full blooded Navajo. She was an herbalist and healer.

i was the favorite and she shared much with me . . . still does.

She took the journey in 1972. It was not until I was carrying my first child in 73, that she came and spoke to me. She is a frequent visitor and tells me of work that she does within the mist. She tells me of those family members who will join her soon, she tells me if friends or family members are ill and if they can be cured, she tells me of births coming into the family and she tells me weird things like: how to make corn cookies.

My granddaughter told me the other day that she had spoken to 'Grandma Emma', I had never told her my grandmothers name, in fact I don't believe I ever mentioned my grandmother at all. It seems that my granddaughter uses her toy phone to call 'Emma' and that they talk alot.

Is this something that runs in families? My grandmother talked to spirits, too. Is it normal for it to skip generations? My mother doesn't, nor does my daughter.

Just wondering. . . . .

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Light Turned off!

Keiko — Sun, 17 Sep 2006 01:47:17 GMT

Hello,
I want to get advice if anyone has same experience.
I will be also appreciated if anyone with clairvoyant ability can see the problem..

When I am alone at home, sometimes upright stand lump will be turned off suddenly.
No other electricity won't be turned off then.
(When the light was turned off, TV was on, which located next to that lump. Kitchen light was on)
When I tried to turn on again, it won't work.
After several minutes later, I try and it works.
It happened more than 5 times

Now I can see the pattern...
1. It happens same time every time (a little bit after 8:00pm).
2. It happens when I am alone at home.
3. I assume it happens when my boyfriend is out and when we are in conflict..

I was scared so much, but now I am getting used to this unusual experience.
I appreciate if anyone can give me advice for this..

Love,
Keiko.

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rising in the air together

Shells — Thu, 07 Sep 2006 19:25:47 GMT

I know this tribe is about ghosts but I feel this is the perfect place to find answers to what happened to me and my bf. Many of you seem knowledgeable on these kinds of things and I need an answer. Can you help?

We were standing on a driveway with about 4 other friends, grilling. It was after dark. We embraced and then all of a sudden we were lifted up in the air, above the house, as one body with two heads...just looking into each others eyes. Then it's like we 'came to' and were back on the ground holding each other. I looked at him and asked, "Did you feel that?" And he assured me that he had.

No one around us 'saw' it happen, it just happened to US. Right in the middle of everyone.

We turned, walked over the step and sat down...just looking off across the yard in utter amazement. We couldn't believe it. We didn't tell anyone because we thought they'd think we were nuts. But I have told people since then because it was so real and it DID happen to us. I don't know what it was, what it's called and it never happened again. Does anyone have any explanation for this?
__________
We also 4-wheeled back into a nighttime meadow, turned off the vehicle and were sitting there to watch for deer. It was still and very quiet. All of a sudden a beam of light from the sky surround us like a big circle. Just past the circle the meadow was very dark. We sat there, again, in amazement. I again asked, "Did you see that?" and again he said yes.

Why have these things happened to us as a couple? What is it?

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I Need Advice Hope Someone Can Help I Have Spirits In My House That Try To Hurt Me Please Help If You Can

Thu, 11 May 2006 18:22:56 GMT

Hello Everyone

I Hope Someone Can Help Me I Have Lived In This Apartment Since January And I Always Felt Like Something Just Wasn't Right Then One Night I Was Laying In The Bed And I Had Just Fell Asleep When I Was Awoken By Children Laughing It Sounded Like A Boy And A Girl They Was On My Back And They Was Trying To Put There Arms Around Me But I Couldn't Breath At All And I Couldn't Move I Could Feel Them Poking Me In The Side Then The Phone Rung And I Was Able To Move When I Went To Sit Up In The Bed There Was A Little Boy Sitting In My Floor He Was About A Year Old And He Was Just Watching Me He Didn't Smile Or Anything When I Sat All The Way Up He Was Gone In My Bathroom When You Walk In It You CAN Feel The Evil In There And In My Bedroom To These Spirits Beat On My Walls They Make Things Move Across My Coffee Table If I Have Company They Have Grabed My Daughter Bye The Arm And Hurt Her Arm They Have Grabbed A Friend Of Mine Bye The Shirt And Bye The Neck They Tried To Push Him Into The Closets The One In My Bathroom And The One In My Daughters Room Just The Other Morning I Woke Up I Was On My Back I Could'nt Move At All My Arms Was Pinned Down I Felt A Weight On Me I Couldnt Breath This Time Either I Was Able To Move Me Neck A Little I Kept Moving My Neck And It Finally Let Me Go.Then It Rubs My Leg And Tries To Hold My Legs Down Last Night.Sometimes It Sounds Like Its Walking On My Roof It Is Really Starting To Get Scary I Had A Friend Of Mine And A Preacher Come To My House This Morning And They Prayed Through My House But The Spirits Are Still Here. So Far I No There Are 4 Spirits In My House A Man And 3 Kids There Is A Little Boy That Stands In My Door Looking Out The Screen Door When My Door Is Shut My Neighbors Have Seen This Little Boy Many Times.Can Someone Tell Me What They Think I Should Do Now My Preacher At Our Church Said To Pray And Annoint My House With Oil So I'm Going To Try That Later On Today.Do You No Of Anything Else I Can Do Thanks For The Help.
Theresa

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Memphis - Mid South Ghost Hunters

southernphantom — Sat, 26 Aug 2006 17:30:45 GMT

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We've been investigating a seven state area in the U.S. since 2001 and regularly post the the results of our investigations on our site including photos, EVPs and videos. We invite you to visit us online or request an investigation if you're experiencing possible paranormal activity in your home or business. Our investigations are free, and we serve most of Tennessee, Arkansas, Mississippi, Kentucky, Missouri, Louisiana and Alabama.

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Any of you ghost experts???

milenalynn — Sun, 23 Jul 2006 22:40:38 GMT

I just posted a photo I took of what I thought was an empty house, before I moved in to it many years ago. I was leaving NY and moving to Dallas for work, so I went down there, rented a place, shot some photos of it and brought them back to NY to show friends and family where I would be living. The people at the photo center said they didn't know what could have caused the light circles. I then showed it to a friend and my fiance, who quickly asked if I could get out ot the lease I just signed. Yup, it certainly seemed haunted once I got there. After we finally moved out and I went back to see who was living there next, every single living thing in the front and back yard including bushes, trees. shrubs, grass etc. had shriveled up and died. Has anyone seen a photo like this before? Is it truly one of the ghosts???

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Opening Pandora's box

Tue, 08 Aug 2006 04:29:18 GMT

I'll highlight the most dramatic ones here. I need to get a journal going there's so much that's happened.

Ok, here's the story about the suicide/murder ghost. This guy, like I said, was a peeping tom who used to try to spy on me whenever I was home, usually early in the evening. I caught him one time running away hunched over outside my bedroom window after pulling the drapes back and hearing him shifting his feet on the gravel. I was really angry that he'd probably heard most if not all of my phone conversation with a friend, and also that he was probably trying to peek through the gap in my curtains to see inside my bedroom. He was a young guy who lived two doors down from me.

After living there for about three months, one day in the early fall I heard a commotion outside and looked to see half the neighborhood standing around staring at the ambulances in the driveway pulling out bodies on stretchers with sheets pulled over them. The cops wouldn't tell me anything, so my landlady told me. She said there was a young guy who had just killed two women fighting over him and then himself. I hadn't heard anything prior to that to indicate anything violent, probably because my TV had been going. I think this kid was in his early 20s. After that, no more peeping tom. I don't know if there was any hauntings for a few months because only two months after that, I moved to Oregon temporarily. It didn't work out so I moved back to the courtyard apartments, this time to one just behind where I'd lived before, in the basement. This was a year after I'd moved out, in September. I found out there was another guy who committed suicide in that apartment, but not until years later. But I knew from the day I moved in that there was a ghost there.

Just three weeks after I moved in, I awoke to see a long black cloudy featureless man shaped thing hovering over me, staring at me though he had no eyes. I thought it was a demon at first so I yelled "get out in the name of Jesus!" He had even made motions like he was trying to have sex with me in the few seconds he was there, though I couldn't feel anything. After I yelled, he lifted up quickly and backed up into the wall, still staring at me. I thought he was gone until a month or so later, I woke up without opening my eyes because I could feel him sitting on my bed. He was so close to me my legs shifted over and fell into the depression made by where he was sitting. I could feel something solid and my first instinct was that some jerk had broken into the apartment was going to attack/rape me. I could feel him starting to lean over me and I jerked awake. No one was there. I slept in the living room and the next day I literally reprimanded and warned him to leave me alone, to let me sleep in my room in peace. That he wasn't to bother me anymore. Things quieted down after that, but I still kept feeling this creepy presence for the next two months until I moved out.

That wasn't the end of the hauntings in those apartments. Three years later I went to babysit my sister's kid. My sister lived in the apartment just on the other side of where I'd lived the first time. On this night in 1995, it was about 1 am and my sister's daughter was asleep down the hall. I was sitting on the couch reading. There was a tall lamp with a dimmer switch just four feet away from me, and suddenly it dimmed/brightened three times...very slowly. That was no short, it was deliberate and intelligently controlled, as if someone wanted me to know they were there. I didn't babysit there anymore after that. It seems the hauntings aren't just restricted to one or even two apartments over there. What really creeps me out is that in the movie the Entity, the spirit dims and brightens the lady's light in her room the same way, just not as many times. And the arc of light I saw looked just like what she saw.

Next time I'll tell you what happened at the theater in Tigard Oregon, at the 13th door haunted house that also has actual ghosts in addition to the actors. You wonder who's doing the real scaring here.

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Moving in to a haunted house!

Inali — Sat, 03 Jun 2006 01:49:43 GMT

Greetings all!

In 2 weeks I am moving into a house that just happens to have a ghost living there. The lady who lives in the house says she has seen the ghost move coffee cups on on the counter and set them gently on the floor, just for example. She says the ghost is very friendly and playful and that it is "a happy house". I don't mind ghosts at all. I'm actually excited to have this spiritual roommate and I would like the ghost to accept me. My family and I are very spiritual (new age type) people and I am a Reiki practitioner. I am planning on clearing out the energy in the house but I will of course let the ghost know it is very very welcome to stay. I believe the ghost mostly resides in the kitchen as the family's dog refuses to go in there.

The family has lived there for quite some time now and now my family is moving in. I hope the ghost won't become sad that they are leaving and will accept us as its new family. I have some crystals with wonderful energy and I was maybe thinking of giving it to the ghost as an "we accept you and want to be your friends" present. Anyone have any ideas for me to let this ghost know that we accept it and it is welcome to stay? Thanks!

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Crimebo and 1947project Crime Bus Pals in the Pasadena Weekly

editrix — Thu, 03 Aug 2006 19:40:41 GMT

Just in time for Sunday's Pasadena Confidential tour, we have the cover story on the Pasadena Weekly, with some suitably spooky pix of Crime Clown Crimebo menacing tour hosts Kim and Nathan. Please check it out online, and email to reserve if you want a spot on the bus!

http://www.pasadenaweekly.com

More 1947project Crime Bus info is at
http://www.1947project.com

-Kim

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Doppleganger?

Heather — Wed, 26 Jul 2006 02:20:33 GMT

Hello everyone! I am working on a book and I have a question about something one of my interviewees told me.

First she said that once her husband, daughter, and son were all at this cabin of theirs. She wasn't going to be there for awhile because of some business to tend to.
Well, her husband called her one day and told her the strangest thing. He said that they were all sitting in the living room when they heard a truck come up and park. Then they heard footsteps, SAW HER, and she said "Heyyy, I'm home!"
Except...it was not her.

Another time a friend of hers was in his house, convinced she was there. He'd heard her voice, but couldn't find her. So he called her cell phone and asked where she was. She told him at her house. He didn't believe her, saying he heard her. He even looked outside and saw a blue car exactly like hers. Same model, everything. She told him she wasn't messing with him, she really wasn't there. He went out to "her" car and when he looked in, realized it wasn't her car at all. He wouldn't go back into the house until she drove over there to prove that she wasn't there.

So I was wondering if anyone knows what this is, and how it's possible? It is of course unnerving for her, knowing that people see her and hear her when she is somewhere totally different, and whatever they're seeing/hearing isn't her at all.

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children and ghosts

michelle — Wed, 17 May 2006 05:06:12 GMT

My little girl is two yrs old and she just woke up and told me that someone she calls Mr. Sicko is in her room. This seemed to really frighten her. My husband and I asked her if Mr. Sicko was mean or if he was scary and she said he was mean. I asked her what he did to be mean to her and she said he tried to take her blanket from her. She also told us that he lives in her toy box, in her closet and under her bed. I was just wondering if this could be her imagination or maybe a ghost?

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What happens.....

Thystle — Sun, 12 Mar 2006 16:10:24 GMT

I was wondering if anyone knew what happens to ghosts if the house they were haunting is torn down?
I lived in a haunted house in Newark,CA many years ago. Shortly after me and my mates moved out, the house was demolished and was replaced with a do-it-yourself storage facility.
I often wondered what happened to the ghosts that once inhabited the place. They were very peaceful, playful and friendly ghosts. I would think that if they remained at the same location, they'd be pretty cranky by now.

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Sacramento Ghost Stories?

battlestarsarcastica — Mon, 15 May 2006 02:20:38 GMT

Hey all,

I'm trying to put together a self-guided walking tour of haunted places in Sacramento. Does anyone have any experiences, myths, legends, etc. to share?

Thanks!

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Newbie!

Samantha — Sat, 03 Jun 2006 22:04:04 GMT

Hi guys. I just found this tribe & thought I'd share my paranormal stories. I'd had experiences before, but nothing like what happened about 8 years ago. I'd just had to drop out of grad school for a semester because of an injury & was very upset. I found an apartment with a friend from school who was also taking time off & from the moment we moved in, it was clear something odd was up. The first night I slept there, I felt a fingernail scrape down my back, and the next night, something about the size of a small dog jumped on me in my sleep & off in the direction of the wall. The next morning, I noticed this greyish splash mark on the wall right where the thing seemed to go through. We saw a male entity a couple of times and there was often a strong smell of lilacs wafting by. There were numerous electrical phenomena (things turning themselves on & off, etc) and the weirdest was when I was ironing one night, turned by back for a minute & when i turned back around, there was a hammer on the ironing board! I was alone in the house at the time. Something would grab or jump on me just about every night & I was terrified to fall asleep. I saw moving orbs of light sometimes, too, like someone was waving a flashlight around the room. The weird thing is that one day, I discovered that this roommate of mine was not who I thought he was, and was actually a complete sociopath, leading several different lives in different cities (I know, soap opera stuff here) and the strange events stopped! I think whatever it was was trying to warn me, maybe. I moved out that week &, while I have had some minor creepy things happen now & then, there has been nothing as intense as when I lived in apartment 5E!

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Ghosts attracted to the color green?

Fri, 16 Jun 2006 19:12:03 GMT

When I was a kid I remember my mom amd my grandma both telling me that ghosts love to frequent in rooms with green walls or green carpeting. I have no idea where they got this information from. It just struck me as funny. Why green?

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Clocks

Heather — Tue, 13 Jun 2006 19:16:23 GMT

Hi everyone,

It's been awhile since I've posted, but a weird thing has been happening lately. One morning, maybe last week, I woke up and saw my boyfriend was still laying next to me and it was so bright outside I knew that he'd overslept. I woke him up and he said the alarm never went off for him to get up. I don't remember what time the clock said it was, but regardless, it was wrong. While he called into work, I fixed the time and re-set the alarm for me to get up for work. When I went in the kitchen, the clock on the stove was out. So then I knew that there'd been a power outage in the middle of the night. Fine, problem solved. But, this morning, the same thing happened. I woke up my boyfriend, he asked what time it was, and when I looked at the clock I'm pretty sure it said 2:11. I knew that was wrong, so I looked at his cell phone to see it was about 6:38 AM. But this time, the power had not gone out. Kinda weird, right? What does everyone else think?

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Nightmares of Bunker Hill tour, Saturday June 10

editrix — Fri, 09 Jun 2006 05:46:11 GMT

Nightmares of Bunker Hill Crime Bus Tour, noon-5pm. $47 includes snacks, beverages and five-hour luxury coach tour.

The 1947 project presents its newest historic L.A. Crime Bus Tour, the downtown-themed Nightmares of Bunker Hill.

Featuring lively tales from the 1880s to the 1970s, Nightmares of Bunker Hill reveals the weird, old L.A. that's not there anymore and the badly-behaved people who didn't make the city great, but sure made it more interesting.

Crime Bus passengers will tour the old Italian/Mexican district (near modern day Chinatown) and visit the scenes of grisly bar fights, tragic suicides, opium dens and rumored hordes of buried treasure, and discover a mysterious local ghost story that's as elegantly spooky as any in England.

Then it's into the heart of the historic business district, where early Angelenoes go toppling into open sewers, toss bottles of acid at former lovers, torment their dentists, attempt to speak to the dead, find severed limbs in their backyards and spit tobacco juice on the backs of ladies' ball gowns.

For more info, to purchase your ticket via paypal or make other arrangements, please visit http://www.1947project.com

Mark your calendars too for the debut of the Pasadena Confidential tour, July 22.

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Bell Witch

Fiona — Fri, 17 Feb 2006 09:18:33 GMT

Anyone know much about the Bell Witch of Tenneessee?

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an experience i had with a ghost influencing my friend, while camping

LucidTantra — Tue, 23 May 2006 17:52:24 GMT

i have had quite a bit of experience in getting rid of ghostly problems. here is a recently published article about one of them if you'd like to read it. <a href="http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/31879/the_taste_of_blood_a_ghost_story.html">A Taste of Blood: a Ghost Story</a>

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lights 2

Wed, 19 Apr 2006 19:45:29 GMT

ok... there are a couple people i know, myself included, that have replaced MANY more lightbulbs than "normal" people. I don't know an average, but it has been several several times each month that i will burn out a light bulb by turning on the light. not just at our house (has been several of our houses) but my mom's house, inlaws houses, at work, etc. I also have noticed over the years that MANY times i drive under a light on the highway or street or whatever, it will go out. a couple times, one has come back on right when i'm coming under it but usually it goes out. people who drive with me notice it happens to me too.... what is this? is this more of a poltergeist activity (coming from myself)???

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Lights

Heather — Tue, 18 Apr 2006 14:41:00 GMT

Yesterday a few wierd things happened. First, it was early morning and my boyfriend was getting ready for work while I was still in bed and he came in and said, "Wanna hear something wierd?...The overhead light in the living room was on this morning when I went in there." (I know we turned it off the night before.) Well, I really didn't think too much about it. But then last night, as I was coming down the alley to get to my driveway I noticed that the side porch outside light was on. It struck me as odd, because we usually don't put that light on, I know I didn't put it on before I had left, and my boyfriend had not been home from work. I know that spirits like to mess with lights and electricity, but I am curious as to what you think?

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My skeptic husband saw a spirit

Sat, 29 Apr 2006 17:18:55 GMT

The subject of ghosts and spirits has come up alot lately in our house. My mom was always the one to see spirits. But she always said it was because of me why they were around. My husband has always been supportive of my beliefs but had never seen, felt, or experienced anything of his own.
We live out in the country with our nearest neighbor a half mile away. Out on the back porch my husband will smoke his cig before going to bed. We have a yard light that goes on and off when i feels like it. He was smoking and the light went out. He said when the light went out he saw a women standing in front of him for about a few seconds. He told me he could almost see her perfectly. I had prayed for someone that I did not know that day for someone on another tribe. I am not sure if that is related to his sighting. There has never been any activity here. In other houses I have lived in but not here. We have lived here for 2 years now.
The only thing out of the ordinary that day was the prayer which was for a tragedy that happened. I guess i just wanted to share this story.

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posted some pictures in the album

maryellenmarshall — Thu, 27 Apr 2006 00:44:17 GMT

I'm not one to get into orbs & such, but I just found these family photos.... sure, there may be 'rational explainations' for these photos, but they are kinda weird..... not unlike my family....

love all-ways,
mem

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Yeah, I'm Usin' Y'all as Free Therapy ... ;->

Mary — Wed, 26 Apr 2006 18:30:43 GMT

I know I'm posting a lot, and am pretty long-winded, and some of my stories are way "out there".

I've been on this Tribe for almost two years, but haven't posted so much before. I tried a few times, but at that point, the membership of this Tribe seemed more interested in EMF and ghost photos and general spirit and ghost lore than in personal experiences. (IMO, it's *all* good, BTW. That's not a criticism. It's just that, over time, a Tribe's membership and interest and focus can all shift slightly, as needed.)

I'm not quite sure what's going on with me right now, but thanks for your patience!

Five to ten years ago, I peppered a lot of ghost story sites on the Web with the things I was going through, as my consciousness opened up to the Weird Side via experiences with my son's spirit. At that time, I was also *VERY* involved with Peer Counseling sites for parents of suicides and bereaved parents in general.

After my son's fiancee also committed suicide in 2000 -- when I felt that both I and my son's spirit had worked so hard to help her heal, so she could stay here "with skin on" and raise her little daughter -- I was really knocked for a loop. I felt as much disappointment, anger, and powerlessness as sadness. I spent about a year mourning her, too, posted a story or two about her on a ghost story site (e.g. the "Don't Fear the Reaper" story), and then ... I didn't want to think about ghosts or spirits or death or suicide for a *long* time.

I backed off of the Peer Counseling thing too, as I'd suddenly burned out, and could not bear to hear of another young person's suicide.

I turned my attention, instead, to the subject of global politics and the environment. In fact, the last "dream visit" I had from my late son occurred the night before we started the Iraq War. In this dream, he wanted me to drive up to San Francisco (?!) and stop the soldiers from shipping over there. He wanted me to urge them to Resist. I woke up, "for reals", standing in my living room, half-dressed, with my car keys in my hand! (I didn't go then, but I did march in demos, and tried to fearlessly engage folks who disagreed about the country's direction, urging them to reconsider their views and the outcomes of current policies.)

But now that I'm seeing the political/ideological pendulum start to swing away from supporting the likes of Bush/Cheney, now that I'm seeing a few important people, like generals and a few congresspeople, coming to their senses, I feel like I'm being subtly urged, somehow, to back off of worldly politics -- leave it to other people to fight that fight for awhile -- and think about spiritual realities again.

And so these stories, and old questions and observations associated with them, are bubbling up again, this time without such extreme emotional weight. BTW, at the ten-year mark for him, and the six-year mark for her, I'm not super-needy for sympathy or even empathy anymore. This stuff now is much more like intellectual processing of what happened.

Thanks for reading/listening and especially for sharing your own related experiences and insights as these stories come out. A few times, I've looked for the link to my stories as originally posted, but some of the best sites have gone away over the past few years! One that remains, IMO the best Ghost Story site on the web, is this one:

http://theshadowlands.net

... but even on that one, I'm having trouble finding my originals. Maybe I'm supposed to rethink and rewrite them this time, instead of just pointing folks to a link? ;->

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Living Animal Messengers, and Animal Ghosts/Spirits?

Mary — Wed, 26 Apr 2006 17:48:41 GMT

I have a few stories from my own history about animals serving as messengers for the "spirits of the ancestors". (BTW, if your child predeceases you, I think that he/she energetically "joins the ancestors", even if he/she is technically, biologically, your descendant.)

Here's the first one:

During one of my Very Bad Days a few months after my son's death, I was lying on the couch, in the dark, just concentrating on breathing in and out. Heavy grief feels, energetically, as if all one's ribs were broken and the broken ends were grinding together. Sometimes it's nearly impossible to bear. It hurts worse than any physical pain. A person is willing to try some *very* strange things to ease that pain.

So - on this horrible day, I started talking to my son's spirit, asking him to please make contact, to let me know he was all right. (Yes, he'd sent me many signs that he was all right, but when you miss someone badly, it's easy to forget, easy to want fresh reassurances.)

Anyway, for some reason, I set him a test: "If you're there, could you send Amber <the family cat> over to touch my nose?"

Amber had been sound asleep on a pillow across the room. She immediately woke up, stretched, trotted over (quickly, for her), hopped up on the couch, ran up the length of my body, and touched her nose with my nose, three times. This "nose-touch" had not been a really common behavior for her before. Then she licked my eyelids, and insisted on burrowing in next to me and purring so loudly she almost choked. She stayed there for hours, until I felt better enough to get up and function. I really feel B*** spoke to her and asked her to come comfort me. She would have listened to him. He was a friend to every feline he ever met, throughout his life. Why not after?

(As for setting him tests, he didn't always respond. It seemed to depend on how badly I needed it, and how easy the manipulation was for a spirit. For example, sometimes he'd flick the lights if I asked. But if I asked him to show he was OK by helping me win the lottery, it was ... no luck! ;->)

Anyway, has anyone else had an experience like this, with an animal messenger? I have a few more, some even more dramatic than this.

What about visitations from the spirits of your deceased beloved pet animals? Ever have those?
Ever lived in a place with an "attached" animal ghost?

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A random tip about demons

Little Cloud — Thu, 20 Apr 2006 01:13:24 GMT

Demons can assume any shape or form, even as one of our loved ones. One thing you should keep in mind is that a true spirit will NEVER offer their hand to you.
The reason is because spirits and demons are often transparent, and not at all solid, despite how real they look, and a demon would hope that you would touch its hand and have a heart-attack upon realizing there is "nothing" there.

Sounds kind of weird, but is just another random fact. ^^

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I'm here to help

Little Cloud — Fri, 14 Apr 2006 21:46:31 GMT

Hi, I'm new here to this site, and, having a lot of experience and knowledge of spirits and the paranormal, I'll be here to help answer some of your questions.

I'm not a professional or anything, I'm just a weird 18-year old who studies religion and spirits. I believe I have a calling to help people in this specific area.

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Saudi Ghost Story

Mary — Fri, 21 Apr 2006 02:49:13 GMT

This is, to the best of my memory, the story my oldest son told me about his Saudi Arabia ghost. It's short, but plenty creepy, and I don't think I've ever published it anywhere before. As so many have said here, it is unusual for a disembodied entity to try to harm, or actually harm, a human being. This thing seemed very much like a poltergeist, and ... *they* will hit ya, apparently!

It seems easier to tell it, inside quotes, in his voice as I remember it:

"The Third Tank Battalion had been stationed about five miles south of the Kuwait border, 30 miles from any village or town, for about five months. Our only neighbors were an encampment of British Marines, about five miles away to the west, so there really wasn't anybody out there but us. We'd built a network of trenches and berms, and sooner or later, we'd all get stiffed with Guard Duty, where we'd have to walk the berms and get down in the trenches in the middle of the night.

Nobody liked drawing guard duty in the middle of the night. Nobody.

So -- this one night, I had guard duty, and I was checking out this one long trench, just walking down it, swinging my flashlight. I decided to stop for a moment, rest against the wall, and have a smoke. So I was just sitting there and smoking, with my back and butt against the earthen wall, when suddenly something kicked me in the ass. Hard. Really hard. So hard I fell over and dropped my cigarette.

I turned around and shone my flashlight on the wall, but all I could see was dirt. I thought maybe there was some animal burrowing there that had bumped me, but ... there weren't very many animals out there except scorpions and dung beetles. The desert out there makes the Mojave look like Paradise.

So I was a little freaked, and I leaned against the opposite wall of the trench. BLAM! I got kicked in the ass again, and fell over and dropped the flashlight. Now I was mad as well as scared, so I yelled, "Oh, come on, motherfucker!", and then I was wrestling with somebody I couldn't freakin' *see*. It pushed me and hit me and slapped me and chattered at me, and I hit and kicked back, and all the time, I could feel it hating me.

Everybody over there hated us. When we'd commandeer a Jeep to drive the 30 miles to the nearest town to use the phones, the people there would spit on us, even though we were protecting them, even though we were serving as their army. If a prince came along, he'd order us all to get out of his sight and stop defiling his eyes. I never figured out why they hated us when we were helping them against their enemy next door, but they really did.

I felt the same kind of hatred from this thing while I was rolling around with it. Eventually, it's like it and I both got tired, and it disappeared. I'd just been fighting this thing, feeling it kick me and punch my ribs, but I didn't want to believe I'd actually experienced it. I found my flashlight, got up, finished my rounds. trying not to do any thinking at all. I turned the duty over to the next guy around dawn, and hit the sack.

When I woke up, I had a few bruises. Not as bad as I'd been expecting, but enough to make me face the fact that I didn't dream that thing.

Nobody else ever admitted to an experience like this, and neither did I -- people give a Marine a lot of shit if they think he's chickenshit or losing it -- but I noticed a lot of guys refused to do watch duty down there unless they could patrol in pairs.

I hear that. And I don't doubt your story at all, Mom. Ten years ago, I'd've doubted it. Not now."

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cursed ground

Mon, 03 Apr 2006 05:13:55 GMT

i live in south texas and there are battlegrounds all over the place. every inch of this place was once covered in blood. the whole place feels terrible. i don't know much about indian curses but the one time i did see an entity (a wall of faces) i had the distinct feel of a curse more than a ghost. it was terrifying. they looked like humans, not demons like some people tell me they were. the house was haunted for years and i went in after the people moved out. my husband was raised in that house and i had to get a little closure on it for us so we went one night, with a friend. having no life in that house for a couple months made the air decay and the feel of badness so strong they fled immediately. even tho he was raised there and was now a young adult, he couldn't stay. i have always been into creepy stuff (lots of scary cemetaries and massacre sites in texas) but i wasn't scared. they left me in there and i still wasn't scared. i said out loud, "I'm not scared of u and u need to leave." instantly, the wall of faces appeared. screaming out silently. not realistic like in "what dreams may come" but more like "lawnmower man". like a blue smoke. i twisted my ankle (damned vintage high heeled sneakers) on the way down the steps but didn't stop running. i got to the car and my husband said, "you didn't talk to it, did u?" i have since learned that his family were one of the first settlers in that area. and a white settler in old texas wasn't just settling on land, they were stealing it.... it's gotta be cursed. ps: 10 yr later and my ankle is still screwed.

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Disappearing objects

Thu, 20 Apr 2006 17:40:13 GMT

OK, this happened back when I was 15. (a long time ago) Anyway, I had set the remote control down on a stool right in front of me. I glanced back, it was gone. Thinking maybe I had knocked it off or something I looked on the side and under. No sign of it. I started to look everywhere. My mom helped me look all over the living room. We tore everything appart. Finally she said "I don't know what you did with it" and left the room. I was pretty mad and frustrated by this time. I laid back on the couch and glanced back at the stool ,and there it was. The remote was back where I had left it. Anyone with any similar experiences?

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Sensitives -- A Useful "Just in Time" Mutation?

Mary — Thu, 20 Apr 2006 00:38:24 GMT

I haven't read about this much yet, so I'm kind of just going by gut feelings, but does anybody here agree with me that the kinds of psychic sensitivity we're starting to see in some people (including some people here) may eventually turn out to be a helpful mutation to get us through the next phase in human/planetary history?

Right now, these gifts may often make survival harder for the individual who possesses them, as we discussed some in the "Lights 2" thread.

But I'm thinking that, in the future, these people and this array of gifts may reallly come in handy, even if we don't see the utility now.

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Greetings!!

Wanderingwolf — Wed, 29 Mar 2006 03:23:26 GMT

Hello!! anyone here From or around Jacksonville FLorida? would love to talk and meet new people, am currently in the Navy and have very few people to talk to, ( as you might have guessed ) and am searching for people to share experiences with, not looking to hok up on any level other than friendship, just need folks to share conversation with and to explore with. Any takers?

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My Apartment

Wed, 19 Apr 2006 10:57:33 GMT

I live in an apartment with one roommate who also happens to be my best friend. We’ve lived in our current apartment since June. For the most part it is a very comfortable place. But I have noticed that neither of us likes being in the kitchen alone. If she’s cooking, she’ll ask me to keep her company. If I’m washing dishes, I’ll do the same.

Now, maybe three months ago, we started noticing something odd. Small things in the kitchen were disappearing. We both figured that maybe we were accidentally throwing things away. A spoon here, a dishtowel there. But we are now down to two forks. I find it difficult to believe that we accidentally threw away six forks. I also find it difficult to believe that we threw away our pasta strainer and serving spoons. I have lived with my current roommate in various places for almost ten years now. We’ve never lost kitchen utensils like this before.

Okay, about two weeks ago I was invited to a potluck at a friends house. My roommate was at school, so I was going to make a dish of beans as well as salsa. I started off by cleaning the kitchen and putting everything away. I then made a pot of chicken broth. While that was cooking, I opened up a new box of mason jars to put the broth in. Twelve jars with twelve lids. I unscrewed each lid and washed both lid and jar. I placed them in the dish rack to dry. They were the only things in the dishrack.

I then went on to chop the vegetables when I realized I was missing an ingredient. The chicken broth was done, so I turned the flame off and ran downstairs to the mom & pop that we live above. I was gone maybe ten minutes. And I had locked the door. I came back and finished the salsa. When the broth had cooled, I put them into the jars. Twelve jars. But now I only had eleven lids. I looked all around the sink. I got on my hands and knees and looked under the stove and refrigerator. I even dumped the trash out on the off chance that it had somehow fallen in there. No Lid. And it has never turned up.

One other thing. My room is at one end of a hallway. The kitchen is at the other. I can look out my bedroom door through the hallway into the kitchen. Even before things started to disappear, I would often wake up and look out toward the kitchen as if expecting to see something. I would tell myself that it was the pigeons or my neighbors who had woken me up and I would go back to sleep.

So that’s the story so far. Nothing spectacular, but a bit unnerving, I have to admit.

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Hair raising photograph - reason why I joined this tribe!

an-magi — Wed, 04 Feb 2004 21:18:30 GMT

I joined this tribe because I am interested in some answers/theories etc. on the phenomenon I experienced on a photoshoot I did in the forest on Jan. 25, 2004 - I just got the photos back a couple days ago and cannot explain this ghostly image that appeared ( I have submit photo today in the gallery under "Ghost" presense...)
What I can describe is my knowledge at the time of taking the photo and the area taken - This was taken around my family's cabin in Mt. Vernon, WA in the nature trails. I grew up playing in the forests around here ( this is an old growth protected area / public access is limited ) And this area has always had a strange feeling about it - as a kid and playing with my friends we would always run as fast as we could through this area on the trail not really sure why - and we never played off the trail in this area at all for some "unspoken" reason.
I have some repetitive type "nitemares" over the years about the area and the bridge within the vicinity, which I had not even though about until I showed this photo to a friend of mine and he reminded me of my strange dreams! Anyway, I took a photo of this odd shaped tree in the area, since this area is quite dark I had set my camera on slow shutter speed. The day was overcast.
The other photos in the negatives preceding and after this photo are clear. There is another photo on the trail a slight white shadow in the bottom half, this is taken one photo after the initial ghost photo.
I have taken numerous photos in this forest, and have done photoshoots with models and so forth for my artwork, and reference materials for my paintings. Have never seen anything like this!
The only other strange experience I have had with photography is in Indonesia during a fire dance - lights swirling about that were quite mysterious in origin.
I have worked extensively with infra-red film also - but have not ventured to explore infra-red in this particular area. Being that infra-red is quite sensitive, and in using a red or black filter, I believe it may be susceptible to picking up these "presences"!? Is there anyone adept in photography and infra-red film that has experienced anything "out of the ordinary"? Any suggestions?
Most of all, I would like some feedback on this photo and the feelings associated with certain areas..
Thanks!

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how to apologize to the dead..............

Wed, 11 Jan 2006 19:17:50 GMT

I figured this would be the place to get some feed back.........
My father died about 7 years ago of skin cancer.....

My father and I were close when I was a child, but there was always something "off" about him.. I found out about 2 years before he passed away that he had molested my older sister (who happens to be my best friend and biggest inspiration.) When finding out that this happened to her, I started to wonder, did this also happen to me ? I dont remember anything from my childhood prior to the age of 9 or 10 (Repressed memories ?) Not sure....

anyways... When we found out he had cancer, all the kids (I am one of 4) went and bid there farewells, all except for me... I was 20, young and and not forgiven him in my mind.. Even my big sister went and said goodbye.. I even went as far as to write him a letter, telling him why I wasnt going to see him, which I heard really hurt him inside... So, he died and I didnt feel bad about it for a few years..

Now about 7 years later, I have a daughter of my own and just think about things differently now. I find myself now remembering all the GOOD things about my father, and things that we did together; and how I did indeed love him when I was younger..

So, how do I say i'm sorry to a man that is dead ? Does he know how I feel ?

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