Posted on 10/02/2017 4:39:46 PM PDT by Eagles Field
I just saw Tom Petty.
I’m so confused.
Seen, no. My parents house has had doors open and close, crashing sounds that wake people up at night and nothing out of place, items disappear and show up in weird places, bed shaking, etc... My wife didn’t believe me until one she came out of the bathroom about 2:00am and looked down hallway and saw the apparition of man from waist up, no legs in kitchen. Other relatives have seen blurs go by their bedroom door and them at the house alone. I had a friend feel her shorts get yanked hard and she looked at me and said is there a kid in kitchen with us? No , just me,you and Mom and there is table between us. Her face turned white and she something touched me and yanked on my shorts! Sorry it wasn’t us!
Friends, relatives and neighbors have all experienced weird stuff there.
Agree.
It didn’t happen to me until I was 28. I freaked out because I thought I was going crazy. I definitely don’t want that again.
There’s websites with tons of info...
Never make a “dreamcatcher” out of things you find in an old Indian burial ground. Turns out those are actually “ghost-catchers”. How annoying. The again, I swindled some old gypsies. They were really mad at me. It might have been that. Or maybe that witch doctor found out I cheated in that poker game we played together.
So yeah. I’ve seen a ghosts.
That poor mother still has no peace, it is evident she is reliving the final moments over and over. Someone has to emphatically tell her to go to the Light where she will be helped.
Well, I never saw a ghost. But in the same vein, life after death ... God. I was on a beach in Florida alone about 15 years ago ... the warden was fetching some frosty drinks. I wasn’t in crisis, some burning loss of faith ... I don’t go to church but will talk to God most everyday. The waves are crashing just before the remnants of a sand castle that met them previously. All that is left are two lumps in lines of sand about 4 inches high & width, 2 feet long, about a foot apart, pointed at me. I asked God for a sign and was compelled to lay two small sticks of driftwood on top of one of the lumps, lines of sand. A few minutes later one of those small Caterpillar tractors to groom the sand ( what, 3K pounds?) with the tank treads pass over it.
It passed over the sand and of course it’s path past showed it’s imprint. But it didn’t over just one part, one lump near the Cross, nothing, untouched. I swear. I never tell this story and feel guilty I don’t think of it more. I think about that I should have followed the tracks further to see if there is some common malfunction common that explains this. I don’t see how. I got what I asked for and didn’t take heed and wonder if I wasted it.
But I still talk to God.
Maybe you saw a shape shifter, or as the Indians called them, a skinwalker.
I wanted to be with her ... but I trust her so I went back to fulfill my destiny
Yes, I have and I believe. I saw my father who came to me at the exact time he died, 5000 miles away in Europe. One hour later I received the call but told them I already knew.
“Or for very strong minded who can recognize that which is subtle and nuanced”
...that way madness lies...
I brought one home with me from Disneyland.
You sound fun.
When we moved into our 19th century house, we would occasionally smell coffee, which we did not drink so had none in the house, and old lady perfume. We also had pictures we had hung taken of walls and placed in the middle of the floor and other objects moved.
One family member had a visual and tactile encounter with her a few times. He said she seemed kind but sad.
Finally I had a “talk with her” letting her know this was our home now and I made the decorating decisions and then we had the house blessed by our Anglican priest. Haven’t seen her or heard for her in a long time.
Im a trucker and have more than once seen things not easily explained. 1 time in Connecticut a guy in colonial garb was there and then he wasnt. Other times out in the middle of nowhere someone standing beside the road but when I slowed down they disappeared. Go figure.
I’ve never ‘seen’ a ghost - and I don’t believe in ‘ghosts’ as remnants of human beings who have died, but whose ephemeral ‘bits’ are still hanging around here. I think that sort of phenomena are probably just some kind of ‘recording’ that has imprinted upon the physical plane - perceptible by some, in some circumstances - in a way that our current science doesn’t yet understand.
BUT! I had a compelling dream the night my father died, where he came to me, kissed me, and wordlessly said goodbye. The extraordinary thing is that he looked exactly like pictures of him at the age of about 22 that I had seen, though he died at the age of about 65. I’ve read of many similar experiences, and nobody can tell me that my experience of that vision and kiss was just ‘psychological’; when you’ve actually experienced these things, you KNOW.
There are stories in my family history of sounds/visions related to recent deaths that the percipients couldn’t have known about. I think almost every family has stories like this.
There is only one Mind, at base. When the moment has been right, many of us have accessed that mind for knowledge, reassurance, and often without even willing to do so.
(Art Bell used to do a show every Hallowe’en which he called ‘Ghost to Ghost’, as a play on his usual radio show ‘Coast to Coast’. It would be fun and interesting to do something like that on FR, this year.)
I believe those that are died are with us.
The Memorial in Washington has an air about it that is similar to or like a very low pressure. There is something in that atmosphere!
I was in a softball tournament in Manassas about 14 years ago. A group of us went to DC and ended up at the Viet Nam Veterans Memorial. My friends were around a year older than me and were talking about veterans they knew who died. I could only think of one. He dated my sister and was two years older than me. His name was Larry B*******. I did not mention his name. Walking next to the memorial, I could not get his name out of my head, repeating it over and over again. I was also noticing this weird atmosphere. We got about 1/3 of the way through the granite slabs with 100 names on each slab. The names are organized in groups of 5. Freddy and Suzy were arguing about locating a name. Suzy kept tapping her finger on a name. like 20 times which finally made me look closer. The name was Lawrence B*******. It did not register until Suzy tapped some more. I only knew him as Larry and it dawned on me that somehow this was conjured. Out of 58,000 names, the name I was thinking of was thrown in my face. I contacted the family, who had never been there and told them they need to go because Larry is there waiting.
Sorry, I believe those that have died are with us. — Having trouble typing tonight... Sigh
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