Ghost experiences

This is a real ghost story, a story told by my fourth uncle, a person who was a ‘victim’ but there is really justice in this world…

It is said that the spirit of the dead will return home within the first week after their death. Some even put white talcum powder on the floor of the entrance. This would prove that the spirit returns when they see footprints on the white powder flooring at the entrance. This was so for my uncle, my first uncle, which is my mother’s elder brother. His name was Thomas.

Thomas died when he was very young, perhaps at the age of 21. It was a curse, someone (died now) scolded and used an underwear to strike the car. The car skidded and crashed. My mother and her brother were in the car. Scared to be scolded by parents, Thomas asked my mother not to tell this incident to anyone. Who knows, Thomas suffered internal injuries, and he died.

After his death, my fourth uncle always heard the spirit coming back. At 12 midnight, at their house at 18 miles if I am not wrong, my fourth uncle could hear sound at night. He was so scared. It was the sound of the door being unlatched, opened and next, he could hear footsteps sound. It was the sound of the shoes of Thomas.

The spirit is a very special thing, which we cannot see. But some people have special eyes to see ghosts. My phone rang mysteriously during last year, National Day of Singapore 9 August 2008. (http://www.peacebella.com/200 7/08/09/ghost-or-spirit/) It was really the spirit returned, and it was the existence of Holy Ghost(http://peace-diary.blogs pot.com/2008/05/holy-ghost-hol y-spirit.html). Who brought back the spirit? Jesus. Jesus is the Lord of all things, living and dead(http://www.peacebella.com /2008/07/11/our-glorious-dead/ ) I had prayed at the church, to see Cebest again, and my prayer was granted.

During the month of March, which is the death anniversary of Thomas, my home telephone rang, with the serviceman from Singtel saying that a person by the name of Thomas had called up to say our telephone was not working. The serviceman or technician said my children had called them up for service of my home telephone. I told them nothing of this sort! I asked them for the name of the person who played such a trick on us. He revealed the name of this person who called, saying it was Thomas! My nephew is named Thomas, but he would not have done such a thing, and it was not him. It was until today a mystery who really called, the real ‘Thomas’ who called Singtel… (http://peace-diary.blogspot.c om/2008/03/battle-of-colours.h tml). Was it a ‘ghost’ or was it a people? The thing is don’t belittle the power of the spirits. They are amazing, really amazing, from what I had encountered!

Supernatural activity: True or false? – Part 19

Do the buildings have a spirit? Do they have special metaphysics? What about when a house is haunted? What about religious temples?

The little I know about the Masons philosophy, I have heard that they call god the Architect, and the word mason comes from french “builder”. So somehow it is a religion/philosophy of the buildings, although it blends with christianism and others. They, and other similar Christian or semi-Christian secret societies, are the authors of the masterful churches built all around Europe, in which you feel something mistycal and special just by entering it. The knowledge to build them is thought to come from Egypt (as many other masons wisdoms) and some influences from Asia.

This move us back in time. We all know about the Pyramids, which are actually tombs and also provoke this special feelings. It don’t seem to be a functional construction at all, so I guess in their design there was more than just a building, there was some special geometries combined with magic to make this building alive and eternal (like a soul). This explains why there were this amazing constructions in other far civilizations, such as in Mexico, Canary Islands, and Australia. Of course, there are also theories that claim Egyptians have sailed to this countries and taught them how to build pyramids. What do you think? Are there special metaphysics in pyramids, or are them just an Egyptian contagious obsession?

The other line of research, the Asian, target us to Feng Shui, a milenary “art” or set of knowledge about how to build a comfortable place good for life. This tradition talks about “cosmo-teluric” energies, some good and bad energies that can be equilibrated with a good construction. Aren’t this like souls or metaphysical energies? Is Feng Shui another “buildings religion/philosophy”?

All religions have their special way of building a Temple, and their construction has a special ritual, isn’t this ritual a preparation for good metaphysics that have to be able to mediate in the communication with the divinity?

Believing in ghosts – Part 31

Now here is a subject that is dear to my heart.

When I was a child I could never figure out why people were afraid of ghosts. I attribute this to the simple fact that as far back as I can remember, I have seen ghosts. Apparently I was not told things such as “Ghosts aren’t real” Or ” It’s your imagination.” So because of this I never lost my childhood ability to see things that aren’t “really” there.

I remeber it vividly. I was about seven years old the day my family had a barbeque/ going away party for my grandparents who had decided to retire to Florida. It was held at my cousin’s house. The house was a very old farmhouse that was built by my family, and has always been passed down over the years. After drinking alot of soda, and gorging myself on the typical BB-Q goodies, I found myself in the precarios position of having to go to the bathroom. Even though I was never told that ghosts don’t exist, I still wasn’t sure of their reality. All of that was about to change however.

I wandered into the house in search of relief. I found many of the adults in the kitchen doing the necessary tasks for a successful party. They seemed too busy to ask where the bathroom was. I have never to memory been inside of this house, so I went in search of the bathroom for myself. Once I determined that the bathroom was not on the first floor, I decide to try my luck upstairs.

I came to the foot of the stairs and peered up them. The hallway at the top seemed gloomy despite the fact that it was a sunny summer day, and the sun was shining right down the stairs from a window. For some reason I became very afraid of the thought of going up there.

In hopes of possibly missing the first story bathroom, and in a despereate attempt to not go upstairs, I decided to inquire as to the whereabouts of the bathroom. So I turned around and looked into the room that was at the bottom of the stairs. Sitting on the rocking chair inside of the room was an old womman who was just rocking while staring out the window.

” Excuse me.” I said. ” Do you know where the bathroom is?” I received no response. I Didn’t find this odd as my parents have told me that sometimes you have to speak up in order for older folks to hear you, as they may be hard of hearing. So in a boisterous voice, which was far more obnoxious sounding than I had anticipated, I asked the question again. The woman turned her head and just smiled at me. She then turned her attention back to the window.

This for some reason upset me. I mean all I wanted to know was if the bathroom was upstairs or not. So with a bladder full of liquid, and a heart full of annoyance, I travelled outside again. Staight to my mother’s side to “tell” on this woman whom I thought was being mean to me.

After I relayed my story to my mother, she went inside of the house to ask my cousin who this woman that had treated me wrongly was. ” Who is the old woman in the rocking chair?” My mother inquired. My cousin looked astonished. “What old woman?” my cousin asked. My mother then told her of my tale. My cousin looked puzzled for a moment. Then she replied that the oldest woman there was my grandmother, and that there was no old woman rocking in the chair in that room. Confused, my mother and I retuned to the room to find it empty.

This was just the beginning of a lifetime of personal ghostly encounters for me.

So for anyone that doesn’t believe in ghosts, I invite them to spend a day (or a night if you dare) in my shoes.

Believing in ghosts – Part 38

I believe in ghosts. You can call them ghosts or spirits or whatever. The majority of people have never seen a ghost so that is why they say they don’t believe.

The majority of people believe in God. We have not seen the God we believe in, but we still believe. A ghost or a spirit can be a feeling that we just know is real. After losing a good friend in a car accident, I believe this feeling I had to make me stay at work 30 minutes longer the day of the accident kept me from seeing the accident. I believe to this day that it was meant for me not to see it.

A few weeks after the accident, I am still having a hard time dealing with her death, someone was in my bedroom holding my hand. I can remember my dogs jumping on the bed like someone had come in the room. I couldn’t see anyone but I knew someone was holding my hand. I remember looking at the clock thinking my daughter was telling me she was leaving for work. About 15 minutes later, I woke up, walked in the kitchen and asked my daughter if she had come into the room and she said no. I had the strangest feeling because it was so real. I had such a peaceful feeling come over me and I realized it must have been my friend letting me know she was alright and to let go. She was the Angel sent to me in a time of need.

After this incident, I read books about Angels, ghosts and spirits. I feel lucky to have had this incident happen to me. Sometimes when I have stressed, I wish I could have another visit to have that peaceful feeling again. It was amazing!

Would I believe in ghosts had I not had this incident happen to me? Sure I would.

Experiences with ghosts – Part 19

I read with interest some of the other articles regarding ‘Ghosts’ and they made me laugh. Our so called Ghosts are more alive than any of us on this side of life. To explain where I am coming from I must tell you that I am a Spiritualist Medium and have been for as long as I can remember so I have stories that would make your hair curl. But I can tell you that I have had many many experiences with ‘Ghosts’ and for me they are as real as you or me. Since I was a child I have been able to see the so called ‘dead’. I and my brothers used to sit on the sofa and for entertainment move the ornaments across the fireplace mantle from one end to the other with our thoughts only we were very young at the time and my mum was always telling us off for it. She knew that we were all gifted as she was herself and her father, my grandfather, who is my ‘Ghost’ after he passed over he could frequently be seen tucking us in at night and as he was a healer and made lotions and potions he was often spotted in his room doing just that and we could smell the scent of it, not always pleasant. That was almost fifty years ago and he is still in residence in mums house and my brothers children have described him right down to his missing leg. When we moved into this house which is very old I used to see an old gentleman who would pass me in the hall every morning and so I decided to help him go to his rest on the other side I said the appropriate prayer to move him on from my home. Some months later when my son came home from Europe he said to me that he hadn’t seen the spook since he came home I had no idea that my son and incidentally my daughter could see him too. I frequently see things move right in front of my eyes and usually it is one of my dogs who have passed over lifting and laying things, there are always raps and bangs and doors opening by themselves, my husband always says that’s your mob at work. I was preparing dinner in the kitchen one evening when I heard a dinning chair scrape along the floor when I turned round to see who it was my cardigan which had been lying over the back of the chair was waving at me all on its own. Some evenings when I settle down for a rest in a comfy chair I feel my little dog jump up on my lap which is what he always did when he was alive. In fact I have seventeen dogs in the spirit world and some nights when I come home late in the evening I see them waiting at the gate for me to welcome me home that always cheers me. I once lost an earing while on holiday in Tenerife and I was heart broken because they were given to me by my mother. However while on the plane home I heard my mum say quite clearly in my ear not to worry about it. When I got home I took my suitcase into my bedroom and there lying on my dressing table was the earing I lost hundreds of miles from home and my mum stood behind me smiling. I have attended seances where the spirit people reach out and touch us and I have held my mothers hand, not bad for a woman who ‘died’ 20 years ago. I have also witnessed many other people’s experiences in the seance room and I have heard Judy Garland sing in the same seance room many times and I can confirm that indeed there is no death only life eternal, our ‘ghosts’ are more alive than we are. I have many stories relating to the paranormal too many for this space and I continue to experience from day to day so much so that it is regarded as ‘normal’ in this household.

The belief in fairies and other supernatural beings – Part 18

Are Vampires real? Well, this is my story and you can then decide what you make of this….

It was three years ago when my great-grandmother passed away and although I was sad I was also happy that she was no longer suffering from the tortures of illness. She had been so very ill and in the extremes of her pain she would tell me things that didn’t make sense at all. I just attributed that nonsense to the delusions of a quickly breaking and sick mind. Looking back on this, I’m not so sure anymore…

Her name was Winter Ella beautiful, graceful, eccentric, with a natural ivory pallor and long, heavy, thick curls that were as black and glossy as ebony. She was a dancer and having the quirky habit of always dressing in dark blood crimson colors she soon became the most sought out maiden by men of all walks of life. She was not impressed by any of these men for her intelligence was always in most cases far more advanced. Still she was in the hopes of finding a suitable husband and she found one in a handsome young man who was later to become her husband and my great-grandfather.

Their love grew to profound depths and they soon came to realize that they were soul-mates. They were extremely happy and Winter began the joyous endeavor of planning her wedding. One afternoon while strolling through the isles of the local flower vendor she spotted on of the employees staring at her through brilliant emerald green eyes. She was a bit uncomfortable because his gaze was as penetrating as the sun’s rays on her delicate porcelain flesh. They burned into her. Besides, this young man was very peculiar in appearance. His skin was as flawless and delicate, more so than her own. His hair hung in a curtain of delicate shades of amber yet had a synthetic quality to it; it was that perfect. His movements were beautifully fluid and graceful. She was intrigued by him yet his burning gaze was incessant and ever more strange so she left quickly after that odd encounter. As she made her way out he seemed to have materialized in front of her and she couldn’t figure out how he had cut her off with such ease and speed without her noticing. She was so taken aback that she hardly heard him speak. His voice was low and vibrant with a dark sexual quality that instantly warmed her blood. He asked if he could help her out and she had a strange feeling that his voice was not existing because of the air but because she had allowed her mind to grant his voice entrance directly into her, it

Believing in ghosts – Part 39

I was brought up believing in ghosts. I had a grandfather who told wonderful ghost stories about his time in India, including one of the ghost of a friend which saved his life one night in the jungle. My grandmother, his wife, was Irish and told stories to make your hair stand on end; my other grandmother, of highland descent, practiced telepathy with her brother and sister until their vicar father put a stop to it!

I can’t remember the first ghost I saw perhaps from such a background I just accepted them as normal; perhaps I saw ghosts which I didn’t recognize as being anything other than ordinary people it happens! They don’t have to be wispy and transparent. One happening in recent times was in the first home my husband and I bought a little terraced house in Kew and there on the landing halfway up the winding staircase we would see a little girl, huddled against the banisters crying. She used to make my heart ache, but I didn’t know how to reach her and comfort her then.

It seems to be a fact that many ghosts are anchored to the scenes of their haunting by strong emotional bonds and, sad to say, of these unhappiness and anger and fear seem to be far stronger than happiness.

All the houses we have lived in appear to have been haunted. It’s not just that we love old houses and they are more likely to be haunted. In a country as small and crowded as ours many, perhaps most places are haunted if one takes the time to find the silence and listen. In some places one doesn’t even need silence! After Kew we bought an old farmhouse in Suffolk. Whilst there we were awoken from time to time by thunderous knocking on the front door in the middle of the night. As in so many houses in the country the front door was seldom used; it opened reluctantly with much suitably spooky groaning of ancient swollen wood on uneven flags. Once opened however, after these loud awakenings, there was never anyone there; nor was there anyone to be seen when I stopped going down and instead threw open the bedroom window above and nervously inquired who’s there?’. It wasn’t until we had lived there some time that I heard the story of a panic-stricken neighbor, who had lived centuries before who had raced through the darkness for help to a now-forgotten crisis. When he received no answer from our house he had run back down the long drive and on down the lane towards the village where he had knocked again at another address . There too, apparently they were still being woken by that

Novel excerpts: Supernatural – Part 28

The Shimmering

Book one of the Chronicles of Sage

Wednesday

“My name is David Sage.” I needed to keep repeating those two words; I believed it more each time I said them aloud.

“Good for you buddy.” Bloodshot eyes cast irritation at me through the rear view mirror as the cabbie swerved in and out of thick Philadelphia traffic. I folded and unfolded the thin slip of paper I found in my coat and wondered what it meant. Opening it again, I read its cryptic message. ‘A piece of advice: if a little blonde girl with bloody eyes asks you to follow her… don’t. Trust me on this.’ Sounded like good advice.

My breath fogged up the window as I looked out onto a gray day. There was so much I didn’t remember. Like a jigsaw puzzle, memories were being fitted back together. They came faster and faster as I repeated my name, softly so as to not piss off the already fuming cabbie. By the time the cab pulls up to my brownstone I remember I died…twice.

I handed the cabbie a crumpled twenty and stepped onto the sidewalk. He grunted and sped off. I didn’t take it personally. I don’t remember the first time I died; I was an infant. I was told that I screamed once and went still and then, three minutes later, I started screaming again. Now the second death… that one I remembered. I remember sliding under the ice, the shock of the water as it filled my lungs, and the numbness.

My hands dashed about my person looking for the key. I pulled the single old-fashioned key out of my pocket, and I jiggled it in the lock. One step through the front door and the memory hits me like a blow to the stomach… my wife. How could I have forgotten? I closed the door behind me and shivered. I remembered it being late early spring, some how time had gotten ahead of me.

Hard-soled shoes alternated between click and clack over walnut floors, each step bringing back memories. Most brought a faint smile, some a twinge of a frown and some… preferred to remain hidden. I pushed the spot in my memories that remained dark and it pushed back. Whatever happened, I bet it involved a little girl, and a set of bloody eyes. Best not to go there until I’m ready.

Shedding my gray button-down coat, I loosened my coal gray tie as I click-clacked my way to the shelf for booze. My hand hesitated. I was not sure if rum was my favorite. Shrugging, I poured myself two fingers and lifted the smoky crystal glass to my lips. My eyes caught a familiar vial. I stopped. Something

Are paranormal and supernatural activities on the increase? – Part 12

In all honesty, i think that paranormal activities are on the increase in a certain facility, yet overall are beginning their decline.

I am a spiritualist medium, and take part in a paranormal investigation group in my area. I have seen, heard, witnessed, encountered, battled, and conversed with many a strange thing,happening, entity and energy. I have seen and witnessed many different phenomenon to the point now when i am perhaps dissapointed by what can come out of an investigation.

The strange thing is i belive wholeheartedly that too much investigation can in fact cause things to run dry. I believe that paranormal activity is very much like running an electonic device or a machine-it can eventually run out of juice.

Thought lending to this is generally geared from a belief of energyhaving residual effects can in fact be ultimately drained from a place, object, person,or location. Whilst people can recover their energies and mana through various means, the charging of energy in places and objects is by and large a much more difficult affair – if stange goings on are often tied to a place – too many goings on could in fact leave things very still indeed.

I attribute this mainly to my experience of physical and mental mediumship.If i am conducting mediumship by means of clairvoyance, clairaoudience, or clairsentience (or all three), or in fact in a trance state (where spirit steps in to speak through me), after a certain level of activity i begin to feel fatigued, either mentally, physically or both. I have to stop for a while, take a break, or build energy again to continue. Locations,buildings, open spaces etc can not do this very easily, since energy in those places is stored either physically (inprinted into the very rock, soil, wood etc), or within a dimension governed by spirit energy or otherwise. Buklding energy and storing it in places and objects is perhaps a little more difficult, since alot of the time buildings and locations do not have their own directive conciousness to do so.

I have in fact seen this myself. Locations subject to frequent paranormal investigation, are in fact a little dissapointing in the amount of phenmonenon displayed after a while. Very near to where i live is a location featured on LivingTV’s most haunted. Several weeks after their intensive investigation, i visited the location in a similar capacity. Granted i was follwoed all night by a male spirit entity, i was toyed with in the very least for the manifestation of phenomenon. but little happened physically – which in a manner of speaking i was expecting from such a location. It seems late night snopping around locations can in fact leave the store of energy a little dull.

Although for various reasonsi beleive the paranormal activity on the increase due to the perception and honesty of people,i do not beieve it generally on the increase in frequency. I think that people are alot more open now to the ideal of supernatural occurences, whether by means of media or otherwise, and therefore have more access to the “goings on”, often shunned by society previously.