Are paranormal and supernatural activities on the increase? – Part 15

I feel deeply that for each one of us, paranormal experience is a very individual event and can therefore only increase when an individual;s perception of the paranormal increases. It seems to be at times of media interest, such events increase.

However, my own experiences suggest that the events described as paranormal are not on the increase but are part of our lives if we are sensitive enough to recognize them. From an early age, most of us are conditioned to ignore such phenomena, as to recognize it invites ridicule. I was lucky i had a mother with a far sighted view of life and who taught me not to hide or deny. I was 13 at the time and home alone. Looking through my living-room window i saw a young girl. She was looking in from the other side of the window and had hair in ringlets in a style redolent of the 1920s. She looked at me for a while and then disappeared. On my mother’s return she simply said not to worry, it was only great aunt Dora coming to have a look at me. This was all well and good, but for the fact that great aunt Dora died in childbirth in 1923.

In conclusion, I would argue paranormal activity is not on the increase but that our awareness of it may well be. As we become more and more aware of such events then we approach understanding of them. This can only be for the good

Reflections: Living in a haunted house – Part 13

When I was younger, I was the only person who couldn’t see the mysterious Jesus figure standing in the photograph with Uncle Pete. Uncle Pete would die of a heart attack within the week, and everyone would be amazed, but me. I’d still be studying the picture, hoping that somehow the tree to the left of the now deceased might somehow transform and I could join the “able to see spiritual beings in places they don’t belong” club. I felt left out and I kept trying to see the unexplained whenever the opportunity presented itself, but eventually, I admitted defeat.

Finally, I grew up, had children, and bought a house. It came with no history of dead people walking around in it, or dying in it. Maybe my body chemistry was altered in childbirth, or maybe changing dirty diapers wasn’t doing it for me anymore, but suddenly, my life shifted. I was elated when very soon after I moved in, I ran across many unexplained events. Furniture moved by itself, items picked themselves up from the floor, and cigarette smoke followed me around the house and even into my car, although I am a non smoker. I wasn’t scared by the events. I was so happy to finally be initiated into the “club”.

A few years later, I decided to do some renovations. In the middle of painting the living room, my aunt and I caught a whiff of Marlboros, my deceased father’s favorite brand of cigarettes. We decided that it was he who had been trying to get my attention, and that perhaps now, he was saying goodbye. Disappointed, I realized that the dead don’t belong here anyway, and let go of whoever had been keeping me company previously. I was grateful for my 15 minutes of inclusion, and decided to move on.

It was quiet for awhile, and I have to be honest. I missed my invisible roommate. While I led a very full life, there was just something to be said for the paranormal events. They made me feel special after not having been able to participate for so long.

One weekend, my kids slept over at their grandparents house. They were having a great time, and I was loving my freedom, but I still missed their faces and loud laughter. Little did I know that late at night I would discover that I was not really alone.

My son was a very restless sleeper and would toss and turn and get up and walk around at night. My son was also a slob. Toys were strewn all over and I often marveled at how he was able to steer himself through that obstacle course each night as he wandered. That Saturday

Believing in ghosts – Part 22

“Ghosts”? Honestly, one might as well say poltergeist. Ghosts are in truth, spirits that have not chosen to pass on to the next world, or life, however you view it.

Spirits speak to those that listen. That is why so many people mock and fear them, they don’t understand them in the least.

I was spending the night with a pagan friend of mine about six months ago. We watched three or four movies, and she fell asleep after mentioning that we might be visited by her grandmother’s spirit. I found that I could not sleep.

I left the living room and went into the kitchen and got a glass of water and came back. I laid down on the couch, hoping to sleep because I was to go shopping the next morning. Sleep didn’t come, my friend’s grandmother did.

In my experiences with spirits, they aren’t wailing banshees or people dressed in white. My friend’s grandmother was tall, straight, but friendly all the same. She was quiet, watchful. She spoke some words, not audible to my ears but to my open heart.

I spoke with my friend the next morning, asking about her grandmother. I wanted to just make sure that I had seen her grandmother and that another spirit wasn’t occupying the same space. I had seen her grandmother. The mannerisms were still the same even in death.

Reflections: Living in a haunted house – Part 8

The haunting in my house

My daughter wanted me to watch her baby one afternoon. As I was turning onto our street, I met her, she waved and went on. When I was putting the key in the lock, I heard a baby crying. I instantly became upset with my daughter. She had left the baby here alone. She knew I was on my way and I’d be home in minutes. That was no excuse. She should never leave him alone in the house. I went strait to the room where we kept a crib for him and, no baby. I looked over the house and he was not there. The crying stopped. My daughter called to tell me she wasn’t going out and would not need me to watch the baby. That was strange. I guessed the noise was coming from a neighbor’s yard or something.

I think ghosts and hauntings are like everything else, you either don’t think much about it or you don’t believe it until it happens to you. I can remember people telling me their tales of ghostly sightings, I would act as if I felt their horror. I would not tell them I didn’t believe their story. Truth being, I did not believe in any such happenings, UNTIL it happened to me. I remember the first time I saw a ghost or spirit or whatever they are called. We lived with my granny. My youngest sister was three at the time. My granny lived in a very old house that had no doors to the bedrooms and she hung curtains to cover the door ways. My youngest sister pulled on the curtains and they fell down. A few days later, there she was pulling on the curtains again. She had her back to us and didn’t see us watching her. Granny told me to quietly go into the other room and get her a piece of rolled up newspaper that she used to swat us on the behind with when we needed it. As I went into the living room, there sat my sister on the sofa watching tv. I turned back and the little girl was still pulling on the curtain. Who was she? I motioned for granny and my older sister to come to the living room and see what I saw. The three of us stood looking from my baby sister to the little girl pulling on the curtains. The child turned around, smiled at us and disappeared. I am so glad my sister was there to witness this with me because as I would tell the story over the years, she would back me up. A neighbor told us later that a little girl was killed in that house. She suffered a head injury from her father that caused her death. Was this the child we saw?

While my husband,

Experiences with ghosts – Part 13

I’m sensitive to ghosts. I can see them and feel their presence. It started when I was little. I remember being about 5 or 6 and playing. I was running through the house from the living room to the kitchen and back again. My mom was watching television. When I ran into the kitchen on my last pass there was a woman at the stove. Her hair was red. Her dress was dark with flowers. She was barefoot. I remember that because I ran in my shoes. I stopped by the stove and looked up at her. She turned at looked me in the eyes and then she smiled this great big, wonderful smile. I ran into the living room and told my mom that there was a school teacher in the kitchen. She looked into it. Of course the lady wasn’t there anymore. Mom asked what she looked like. I told her. My mother then went to her bedroom and came back with a couple of pictures. Did she look like this? I was shown a picture of my Aunt Jean. Aunt Jean had died of rheumatic fever before I was born. My aunt had red hair and blue eyes, and great big smile. I said,”yes”. Mom told me many times during my life that she too had seen her sister in the house. Oh by the way Aunt Jean was buried in a dark blue dress with red flowers.

Another one..

Many entities are not ghosts at all. My mother has been dead for about 15 years now. I remember when she died. My husband had taken the kids hunting. I had the apartment to my self. I was listening to my music, cleaning, pacing..See I’ve done that since I was a kid too. I’d pace from the back door to the front door. When suddenly it got cold by the front door. Mind you, it was summer and sunny. I swore I saw a shadow. It was a big, about 6 foot tall, shadow in the corner by the front door. I turned my back to it. I walked to the back door and came up to the front. It was still there. I looked for a face and was quite surprised to find one. He had golden eyes and jagged teeth, they looked sharp, but not menacing. He smiled at me. Why do they do that?! haha.. I asked him if he was here for me. he said no. I asked him if he was here for my husband, he said no. I asked him, and told him that if he was here for one of my kids I’d kick his ass. He said no. By said I mean shook his head. Then I asked him if he here for my mom. He shook his head yes. I asked him if I could change that. He shook his head no. Because sometimes you can change death. But the answer was “no” .

This hard for me , so please bare with me.. When my husband and kids got home

Experiences with ghosts – Part 12

Human or Ghost standing on my bed?

My experience with a ghost takes place in my first mobile home. After you read my experience; you decide, haunted or not.

I can remember the day like it was yesterday. Nothing was out of the ordinary until that night. It was dove hunting season, so my family went to bed early that night to wake up the next morning around 4:30a.m.

I was sleeping peacefully in my bed as I was in a deep sleep; I attempted to turn over on my left side. I awoke with a rapid heart beat, and a startled feeling when I was unable to move my legs. Someone’s weight was preventing me from turning over on the opposite side that I was laying on. My eyes opened, and I raised my head from my pillow; to my surprise a male who resembled my father was standing on my bed staring down at me.

This man did not look scary; in fact, he was young like my dad, and dressed just like my dad. My dad always wore cut-off blue jean shorts, and walked around the house with a bare back. The same attire that I described as my dad, was the same for this man.

My immediate thought was to talk to this man. I began asking questions such as, “what is your name?” “Why do you have my dad’s clothes on?” The room remained silent, and the man continued to stare down at me. I began to panic! At this point I was not sure whether or not I was about to be raped or murdered.

I saw my dad walking into the living room to turn out the lights, I slowly choked out, ” Daddy help me!” My dad ran quickly to my bedroom when suddenly the man who once stood on my bed disappeared, only to reappear behind my dresser.

I was speechless, all I could do was point to my dresser. My dad was not able to see what I could see. Fear consumed me, my teeth started chattering, and my body began to shake all over. My dad began to explain to me that I had experienced a bad dream. He consoled me, and sent me to sleep in the living room on the couch.

My dad walks back into the bedroom, at this point my mom wakes up and questions why my dad keeps getting up in the middle of the night. My dad began to explain that I had a nightmare and that it will be okay. As I was listening in on my parents conversation, the same man appeared standing in the kitchen with a blank stare.

I started to think that I was insane, so I tried to self-talk myself out of being frightened. I told myself to close my eyes and open them. I obeyed myself, but when I opened my eyes the man was still standing in the kitchen staring at me.

I burst into tears and cried hysterically! My father woke up; at this point he was upset that I was interrupting his sleep, since he had to wake up early the next morning to go dove hunting.

My dad lead me into my parents bedroom, to sleep on there floor. I made sure to close my eyes, as I prayed for the safety and protection for my family.

When I awoke the next morning, I began having flashbacks about the events that occurred while I was sleeping peacefully in my bedroom. From that day forward, The ghost was never seen again. To this day, I wonder what happened in that mobile home that could have caused a spirit to be in the presence of a little girl such as myself; who was sleeping peacefully in my bed.