Posted on 10/02/2017 4:39:46 PM PDT by Eagles Field
I haven't. Do you believe in or not, and why.
I might suggest you read the Scriptures.
No offense intended with that; just simply to experience more of that.
God does indeed answer. I’ve had Him provide many, many times. Not always how we would hope but a few surprises.
My advice is to start with the Psalms if you’re new to it.
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I think it was an optical illusion tho the one thing which bothers me is it wasn’t fuzzy. the image of the buck was sharp as a razor.
I have never had that happen before or after. It does make me wonder if other people see something like this and think they honestly that they saw a ghost.
Yes. Middle of the night.
Attacked my parents in their room. Then it attacked me in my room. Next it went through the wall into my brother’s room and attacked him. It was only after my brother screamed out loud that my parents came to realize that - completely independent of their just-ended earlier experience - that my brother and I had each just had separate, similar horrible experiences when everyone had before that been sound asleep.
A series of three separate and independent experiences had by four people in rapid succession. The reality of what had happened was frightfully undeniable, but horrible. A purely evil and powerful presence filled with hate and intent on terror.
Was many years ago; still as vivid as though it just happened recently. Never want to experience anything like that in my life again. Through experiences in life such as this, “belief” can turn into knowledge.
It started with just a weird feeling. I know that sounds silly. But, I was in my den just reading emails, doing a bit of work and suddenly, out of nowhere, I had an incredibly overpowering sense of just... evil in the room with me. I hadn’t been reading anything creepy, hadn’t really watched much television, so I don’t know where it came from. It was so unsettling, I left the room and just went to bed. It was weeks before I even said anything to my wife. When I did, she said that perhaps it was my Mom, who had died about four years prior, a victim to cancer. I told her, if that is my Mom she sure is pissed at me about something! It was not a friendly presence in the slightest. My wife then kind of teased me about it. A couple of weeks went by and I was awakened by a noise. It was my dog, Jack (great dog!). He was out in the common area of the house, between the kitchen and the living room. He was crying and shivering like I had never seen before, and he was staring right into our master bedroom. I sat on the floor to calm him and got him back to the bedroom to lay down. He had never exhibited that behavior before. Then one night (early morning, actually) my young, three, going on four year old son was sitting up in the bed between us, and I could swear he was looking at something and gesturing. Nodding, shaking his head, like he was communicating with someone. The next morning I asked him, do you see anyone in the house other than me and mommy? he said, very matter-of-factly, “Yes. There are two of them. One is good and one is bad.” Then he ran off, leaving my wife and I with, no doubt, really stupid expressions on our faces. Some time passed, and one Sunday morning I was reading the paper. My wife came out, sat on the couch across from me with an odd look on her face. When I asked her what was up, she said, “I know your not crazy now.” She went on to tell me that she woke up to crying - my dog Jack, again. This time he was sitting at the foot of the bed, but this time staring out into the living room area. I told her she would have woken me, but she said she was too scared to even move. To make it worse, she said she heard two voices, sort of like stage whispers, and it sounded like they were arguing. Clearly, my wife was shaken by this. At the time, I was in my early fifties, and had never experienced anything like this before. Some other things happened, but these were the main things. I thought about getting some paranormal investigators, just because I was so curious, but my wife begged me not to, as she had heard that it has been known to make the activity worse. Anyway, I read the passages from the bible and then later my friend gave me the crucifix and it completely stopped. I don’t know how to explain it, and I don’t know if it was ghosts, or a haunting. All I know is I could not explain any of it.
” 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.”
That.
Well, there was a weird moment when I was very little, in the graveyard on our family land in South Carolina, when I looked around and said to my family, “Wait — where did all the people just go?”
And both of my parents came to me as they died. My Mom said good bye to me (she died in a nursing home in Florida, while I was in Boston, and I knew the moment she died because... well, she told me.) and my father stood behind me to tell me to go find his body.
On a non-supernatural level, I can relate. I only had this happen one particular day in my life. I had been up all night after work and school the day before. Really not that long without sleep but it was the weekend. I saw things next to the road - I was CERTAIN they were there.
Got there - nothing. I believe I was slipping in and out of wake/dream state. This was more than 30 years ago and no, no excessive alcohol and most certainly no drugs were involved.
This was beyond a mirage. They looked as real as anything I could see. Except they were not really there. I had only gone about 24 hours without sleep. But I was more fatigued than I thought I was. Really should not have been driving. Had been up all night with one of my girlfriends watching TV (MTV back when they played music videos and not the other junk).
Yes, way to many. I’ve gotten pretty good at blocking them now, but my daughters haven’t learn to do it yet. It can be terrifying to them.
However, the one thing that I can’t seen to block is my ghost cat. When she was alive, that darn cat used to love to run in front of me and trip me.
She does it now and I can’t help but jump out of the way. She makes me look like a crazy person.
I saw a girl at work jump for no reason couple weeks ago. She saw me looking at her, and said she must be losing her mind because she swore she saw a cat run past her. I ask her if she just lost a cat. She did have a cat that just died.
I told her it was her cat, and good luck because cats don’t like to leave. I totally freaked her out.
lol
Call me crazy.....don’t care. But I’m able to walk into a house and tell if I get “good vibes or bad”.
When we were house hunting a few years ago, I arrived before the realtor. Workmen were there so I made my way into the front door. Had a very uneasy, foreboding feeling. Old, 20’s house.
Told my husband I didn’t like the feeling of the house. Declined.
Being on the block over, I drove by I saw and talked to the new owner. I told her to please have the electicals checked. She looked at me like I was insane. 3 months later....they had a fire in the child’s room. He almost died. It came from a plug socket. Two trees then hit the house some months later.
my dad smoked, so maybe its him.
also, we are near some Civil War battle grounds so maybe a soldier that is “lost”
I just say “hey Smoking Ghost” when i walk in.
Yes I have.
I think EVPs are nothing more then AM point (diode) detection of local ambient RF, local radio, TV, etc.
I built such a point detector (basically its a crystal radio!) in the lab (back when I still worked in a lab!) and could reproduce “ghostly “. Then combine it with some “naïve” signal processing I could then produce speech-like sounds.
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Ghostly sounds
Showed a two-story built in 1937. Farmhouse, but now in a suburb. Went with my couple and let them wander as I did the same. Started up the stairs and felt a weight start pushing down on my shoulders. With each couple of steps the weight increased noticeably. I thought, what the hell is this? Am I getting sick?
I finished the stairs and walked along a hallway, turning into 2 bedrooms and looking at them. The weight was still there. The first two doors had been open. As I approached the third bedroom, I noticed the door was closed. Suddenly the weight increased. I opened the door and entered. The weight was heavy and a feeling of despair and evil was in that room. I had never felt anything like that. I looked around, it was furnished and had a few things that indicated a boy's room.
I went back downstairs and to the basement. The weight stayed with me but felt lighter. In a certain stop near the middle of the basement I was struck with a feeling of a presence of malevolence. It felt angry and evil.
After leaving I casually asked the clients if they noticed anything unusual about the place. They said no. Later, the listing agent called for feedback. I told her the basics, and then casually asked if she knew the house was haunted. Then went silent, and then asked why I said that. Told her and she said, "I can't believe you are telling me this. The owners' son died of an overdose in that bedroom and he's haunting the house and they are selling because they can't take it. Their dogs stand at the bottom of stairs and bark but won't go up the stairs. And no matter how many times they close that bedroom door, they find it open the next time they go up."
Yes. Of a few people I’d known since early childhood and my last dog. The dog comes rather frequently.
From Michael Medved’s book Right Turns about his ghostly encounter at Gettysburg:
On another occasion, I impulsively hitchhiked to western Pennsylvania with a lovesick fellow freshman who wanted to visit his girlfriend near Pittsburgh; along the way, we slept on the battlefield of Gettysburg. A farmer in the vicinity had dropped us off on a dark, lonely road (Highway 15) after eleven at night. We walked more than two miles across fields and pastures to the border of the Gettysburg National Military Park, looking for a place to camp for the night. Only briefly discouraged by the elaborate fencing and numerous signs that ordered “No Trespassing” and “No Camping, we clambered through the wooden rail and barbed-wire barriers that protected the federal land and what Lincoln had called “this hallowed ground,” On a chill, hushed, moonless November night, we marched over the famous battlefield, climbing up behind the key Federal position of Little Round Top where so many determined Confederates lost their lives. In fact, more than fifteen thousand young Americans on both sides were reported killed or missing, with nearly fifty thousand total casualties in the three-day battle—a fact I foolishly recalled to my already queasy pal as we tramped along Cemetery Ridge. We began to sense shadowy, larger-than-life military figures looming out of the misty night on all sides of us—part of the statuary on the monuments to the various regiments and states who participated in the great struggle in 1863. “This is creepy. It’s horrible,” my friend said with a shiver. “We shouldn’t be here at all.”
He was right, of course, but I argued that at this point we had no choice but to throw down our sleeping bags and try to pass the time till dawn. We tramped over damp, frosty grass to within sight of the Pennsylvania Memorial—a huge, four-story Victorian monstrosity with cannon and sentry statues, multiple columns, soaring arches, and a dome, all of which seemed to offer some sense of protection or reassurance. Nevertheless, sleep remained completely out of the question as we exchanged hushed, frightened words with the sleeping bags drawn up to our eyes. The noises we heard all night could connect to rational explanations—birds, owls, foxes, raccoons, deer, or other creatures that might normally wander through open country. The visual shocks made far less sense, however: about 4 a.m., shivering and shuddering and trying to catch some sleep, we both suddenly sensed moving figures not more than thirty yards away. “Do you hear that?” I hissed, grabbing his arm. My friend pulled his head deep into the sleeping bag and tried to cover his ears, but I propped myself up on my elbows, peering through the darkness and felt my blood race when I saw a small squadron of uniformed figures—perhaps eight of them, not more than a dozen—carrying weapons and running at full tilt along the ridge. They looked gray and shadowy, but notably lighter (almost illuminated, in fact) than the gloomy mist behind them, before they careened out of view in about six seconds.
Of course, Civil War reenactors love the battlefield at Gettysburg, and their costumes and equipment often look chillingly authentic. But why would a group of modern-day history buffs and weekend warriors suddenly turn up at four in the morning, running away from the Pennsylvania Memorial and disappearing into the silence within seconds? We remained too terrified to talk and waited through the excruciating minutes until the dawn—which was announced ahead of time by the mournful lowing of some cows that must have been let of of their barn by a farmer behind the ridge. At first light we jumped up, threw together our packs, and ran in panic from the haunted battlefield.
I’ve been ghosted by chicks I was dating before. Does that count?
I had an audible experience that could only be described as supernatural. I heard people having an argument that had taken place 30 or so years prior.
When we moved to Louisiana, she heard the dining room chairs being moved across the floor. When she went out to investigate all of the dining room chairs were moved out away from the table. Her youngest son was staying with us at the time and she went in to ask him why he moved the chairs, he was asleep. She also found an expensive bracelet on her chest of drawers, that wasn't hers. To this day we do not know where it came from.
She had other experiences as a child to but I was not a part of that so I won't go into detail as I might get the details wrong.
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