Posted on 06/09/2002 4:12:34 PM PDT by Hellmouth
Uncle John First of all, I'd like to say that although my family has never been dabbled in any paranormal practices, but we were always taught to have respect for the dead and those on "the other side". When this incident occurred, I was about 10 years old. It was close to midnight, and as usual, I had waited for my parents to go to bed and turned my bedside lamp on and began reading a book. There was motion in my peripheral vision and I looked up rather alarmed and saw my Uncle John standing there. Immediately, I felt calm. I didn't question his being there as it didn't seem strange. He talked to me briefly, telling me that he loved me and to promise to be good. When he ended by saying that he wouldn't be back to see me anymore, I began to cry and ask him why. Right before my eyes, he began to become transparent. Fading slowly, his smiling face began to split, spilling blood onto his plaid shirt. Just as one side of his head seemed to drop to the floor, he disappeared completely. My sense of calm was gone, and I realized what had just happened to me. I jumped from my bed and ran down the stairs to my parents room. About half way down the stairs, the telephone began to ring. I burst into my parents room, out of breath and crying, wanting too tell them what had happened. Instead, when I opened my mouth, I heard my own voice say, "Aunt Mary needs you on the phone!" The conversation was short and to the point. My mother was crying, and Daddy was on the phone, trying to calm Aunt Mary. Later that morning, my mom asked me how did I know Aunt Mary had been on the phone. I told her everything, and she backed away from me as I spoke. Uncle John had been driving down the two lane highway to his farm when his pick up truck was hit by an 18 wheeler. The service was closed casket, his head had been damaged beyond repair. In fact, it had been nearly cleaved in two.
And if you like ghost stories, the bible is full of them. Also UFOs and people going up and coming down all the time.
Trying out alternate explanations to ordinary (then, extraordinary now) happenings throughout history can lead to some fun campfire speculation.
Or for that matter, bar room conversations, which get wierder as the evening wears on. :-)
ROTFLMAO!!!
Now the funny part. While playing the very same hole about ten minutes later, I had 115 yds left to the pin (from the mens tee) and as we rode up in the cart to my ball, I had the eeriest "vision" that I would hole out the next shot. It wasn't the normal visualization of a shot that you normally go through, it was like a fait accompli, I knew I was going to hit it in the hole. I naturally ignored this. It never occured to me that it would actually happen, it was just one of those weird things you dismiss.
Then I hit a wedge right into the cup for an eagle. My wife could see it from her vantage point about 50 yds in front and to the right of me even though I couldn't see the bottom of the pin from where I was. When she started screaming and celebrating, I kinda went blank for a second.
She even said to me, "you don't seem too happy for someone who just made an eagle". I told her what had happened and suggested she have me committed for even letting it enter my mind.
I have since discarded any notion of paranormal precognition, but it was a tad discomforting to say the least. The mind is a weird thing.
Dumb story, but true.
Two years ago this past Thanksgiving, my husband and I took a ski vacation to Winter Park, Colorado with his family. We rented a condo. The condo had a big family room downstairs with a fireplace and a fold-out sofa bed. This was where my husband and I slept. The downstairs also consisted of the kitchen and a bathroom. The rest of the living quarters were upstairs, which is where everyone else slept.
On our last night there, I was jolted out of my sleep in the middle of the night by my husband yelling out, "What the hell." I asked him what was wrong and he told me the following story.
He had awakened from his sleep for basically no reason. You know, how sometimes you just wake up and are wide awake but have no idea what woke you up? He opened his eyes and saw a lady sitting on the edge of bed next to us. She was just sitting there with her hands folded across her lap watching us intently. He looked up at her and she just sat there staring right back. Just looked him straight into the eyes, expressionless. At his point, unable to believe his own eyes, he reached up and rubbed them and took another look. To his disbelief she was still there. Sitting there on the edge of the bed, watching. This is when he yelled out.
He says it was really very strange because he startled her when he cried out. He said she had a look of surprise on her face and got up and walked away across the living room toward the kitchen. When she got half way across the room, she turned around and looked back at him and she faded away until a face just remained and then that too disappeared.
Now, my husband described this lady to me in great detail. What she was wearing (coveralls with a striped turtleneck underneath), her facial features and expression, her hairstyle (short bob, brown hair), and her age (probably mid-40's). I will never forget how terrified and flustered he was. I have never seen him this flustered before or since. We got up and turned on every light in the house and even wokeup other family members. There was not a doubt in his mind that he had just seen a ghost. I had a terrible time getting back to sleep that night, b/c I could not shake the feeling that someone was watching me. :-)
Now since this night my husband has long since started trying to rationalize it away as a dream or something similar. But I saw his reaction that night. I saw the look on his face and I heard him retell the story vividly exactly how it played out. He was absolutely, completely shakened and in disbelief of what he had just witnessed with his own eyes. He was not half asleep when he woke me up. He was not having a dream. He was wide awake. There is no doubt in my mind what he saw. He can try to rationalize it away all he wants, but I know better. I think he has failed to convince himself as well. It still gives me the creeps until this day to even think about it.
Intuition. The ability to see any event, any object from a viewpoint of the cosmic whole, from it's culmination - the seed, the flower, the fruit in relation to the whole. Intuition can be said to be a comprehensive grip of the principles of universality. A person who develops intuition can know anything, without the barriers of time, space and any other obstructions.
The intuitive type: Creative people, people with hunches whose chief concern is with future possibilities.
They are able to sense the invisible and the impalatable. They perceive wholes and compress much into a flash. Poets and prophets are often intuitive.
My mother passed in 2000, and I was with her in the hospital. I began to feel claustrophobic in the hospital room, and had to get out. I went down and smoked a cigarette outside and when I came back her breathing had changed and the nurse made it clear that this was going to be it.
She lived until morning, but it was clear to me she wasn't "there". As I lay my arm on her leg, holding her hand, I felt a small jolt of electricity hit my elbow. I told the nurse and she just looked at me strangely. I even began looking to see if there were any cords or anything that could of caused it, but the nurse just shook her head no. I put my arm back down, and felt it again immediately.
This was not like being "shocked" by someone, but like a small jolt of electricity. I always wondered about it. Like maybe it was her energy leaving...for what it's worth.(Boy, am I glad this is "anonymous"!)
I know how he feels. But don't worry. I have just rationalized it as follows: The newspapers are full of things the living are doing to one another. I don't know a single soul that has been hurt by a ghost. So why on earth is everyone afraid of ghosts?
As much as I didn't like the little bugger shaking my bed in the night, it didn't hurt a bit. Sure could have used some sleep though. Strangely enough, I would like to go back to that very room one night - without my children - and film the goings on. Wouldn't scare me to spend a night there again, although I'll admit it was a little scary at the time.
I didn't mention it the first time, but I once worked in a factory in Connecticut that was supposed to be haunted. All kinds of stories about the old building... it was even spooky looking. So I even went wandering around in the place when all the lights were out looking to see a ghost. Well after midnight, and on several occasions. Nothing. Not even an unexplained bump in the night. This was many years before my Cadiz trip though.
See my previous post in this thread for details...
Can't help remembering a Dateline special several months back, about this fundamentalist (non-Catholic) group down South somewhere that specializes in exorcisms... Focused on the particular case of this 50-or-so yearold vagrant-type guy, showed excerpts from his "exorcism", showed before and after interviews, came back and interviewed folks a year or so later as well-- turns out old boy had so much fun, he decided he needed to be exorcized half a dozen more times after that...
Those folks were real Christian to put up with his freeloading butt. I think he had an eye for one of the women in the group... I'd a kicked him to the curb a long time ago, taking advantage of good-hearted well-meaning folks like that... His "exorcism" on camera was mostly him crying or flailing around-- very bogus... And I ain't just saying that because Stone Gayboy Phillips implied so...
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