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Post by The Phantom Lady on Jan 21, 2012 14:36:03 GMT -5
Do you believe in anything paranormal, have you ever experienced anything or do you trust your own logic? Red Lights has me thinking about all of this again. I personally do believe in it all, after my personal experiences how could I dismiss it? Not to say that I completely disagree with hard cold science. I will never forget how I met one of my friends the very first time, she was reading people's palms and offered to read mine and the me she read from my palm was so accurate and I had never met the girl before and to add to it she explained the true me my friends at the time had never met... I also believe in ghosts and spirits and I know I have 2 in my bedroom, when I was younger and my bedroom was downstairs I refused to go up here if it was even slightly dark, I remember crying because I had to a few times to get something; there were energies up here I didn't understand at the time... as I got older I came to terms with the spirits and now I sleep soundly in this room. Luckily these spirits are friendly and my fear as a child was simple me not understanding. I used to be pretty good at predicting things, you can say I have a good intuition and it was usually a feeling I had inside that told me 'its gonna be today' for instance. I also for about a year had a 'psychic service' on a forum where I offered to answer simple questions about people's futures. Usually I would go with my gut feeling but other times I would actually see the scene like this girl who asked me if she was going to meet Michael Jackson at this event and give him this book she had made for him; I saw glimpses of the scene and explained it to her... months later she sent me a picture of him and her. Him holding her book... In the end it got a bit too much for me, and I could barely look at a stranger without feeling like I knew way too much about them so I stopped doing that and tried hard to close the 'door'. But I wrote a long fan fiction about a German band, Tokio Hotel and after I wrote it, a lot of things that I wrote about in the story took place, like they won awards and stuff... this video is the funniest thing; in the story I wrote about Bill performing Beat It by Michael Jackson in his bedroom to please his girlfriend. look what came out a year later: It hasn't happened in a while but I used to get a specific cramp in my chest when someone I cared for were in pain or trouble, when Michael Jackson went to hospital several times, I had that cramp. somehow when he died I didn't... and when this German singer I really loved at the time lost his voice I had the same cramp. I just had it again, and I hope it's not what I think it is, because that means something happened to Cillian  Anyways I'll shut up now, do discuss! |
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Post by thehyacinthgirl on Jan 22, 2012 12:32:34 GMT -5
I woke up in the middle of the night one night and felt something touching my arm. I lay there staring at my arm and I could feel it in stroking motions, up and down, up and down. Then it stopped. A few nights later I woke up to a black shadow that moved across the ceiling. I didn't feel frightened but I was unnerved and didn't sleep again that night.
My dad, in the same house, saw a shape, a figure on the landing. It walked right through him. My sister used to sit in her bedroom as a 14 month old baby babbling about being 'nanny's girl' and talking about 'uncle Billy'. Her bedroom used to be my nan's bedroom and 'uncle Billy' had died a few months before. She'd never really known him. The 'shape' on the landing was right outside my grandmother's bedroom.
Years later, I went to see a psychic. She asked specifically if I had ever felt something stroking my arm in the night. I told her yes. She told me "That's your nan, looking after you like she always did."
The night my litttle brother died (he was ten) I had a vision of a person falling across the road, splayed out, with a broken leg and a broken neck. I don't know why, it was just a picture I had in my mind. It was specific. Leg. Neck. I have no idea where it came from. Those are the injuries he died from after being hit by a car.
When I was 21 I had a dream that my husband's mother was pushing a pram with a small, blond baby boy in it. The next day she told him she was pregnant. She gave birth to a blond baby boy on the anniversary of my little blond brother's death.
There are so, so many strange experience that I could not even begin to go into them now. I don't know if it's mind over matter of it it's the nature of the human being to look for something strange or unusual but there are some things that simply cannot be explained.
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Post by Pisces on Jan 22, 2012 16:26:17 GMT -5
Hmmm. I think everyone has had strange events in their lives that seemed to defy explanation, and I'm including myself with that statement. Now... for some reason, nothing like that has happened to me for a very long time. I'm talking, ten or fifteen years. So I have to ask myself: is this because "spirits" have given me a wide berth all this time? Or is it because, as I've gotten older, I've become more pragmatic and much more logical, and therefore do not classify strange occurences as supernatural any longer? I really don't know. That's why I'm intrigued by Red Lights, I suppose. The clash of logic and human perception vs the belief in the supernatual is something that has always interested me, because I've resided on both sides of the fence at different times of my life.  Right now, I live on the skeptical side, but still retain an open-minded stance on the subject. Good thread idea, Rose! |
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Post by thehyacinthgirl on Jan 22, 2012 17:22:30 GMT -5
I don't know what I actually 'believe' in because so often a talk and a debate about spirituality becomes a debate about the presence of God. I don't believe in God - but I must believe in life after death if I have had these experiences. That perplexes me because how can you believe in what without the other? I suppose there is always the sense of life after death not being 'Heaven' per se but something else. I have done the Ouija Board before. I know for a fact that I did not move that glass and I did not remove that painting from the living room wall. Neither did anybody else. I'd never do it again but at the time it was fascinating. I like the idea of Red Lights, always did. It's such a tricky subject in film. I saw a crappy film about the supernatural recently in Mexico. It was called White Noise and I think Michael Keaton was in it. It was absolutely pathetic. It's a difficult genre because it can go from 'creepy' to 'hokey' so easily. I love reading about it though. My cousin Suzanne used to own a pub named The Slaughterhouse in our city centre and it's apparently renowned for being haunted. Her husband Adam spoke to an investigator about one of the rooms in the pub and it turns out that there have been numerous sightings in there. www.yoliverpool.com/forum/showthread.php?3086-The-Slaughter-House-Pub-HauntedMy husband's mother used to work in a school that was allegedly haunted by a caretaker who hated women. There used to be a carriage clock in her classroom and the kids (who had special needs) used to play with the balls on the carriage clock to make them calm. She recalls a time when the balls started moving round and round of their own accord even though there was no battery in that clock. It can't all be wrong, I guess. |
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Post by Cait on Jan 22, 2012 17:40:46 GMT -5
I have always been extremely interested in paranormal phenomena, although I personally haven't experienced anything, but I do keep an open mind about the whole thing. I also don't consider myself a religious person, but I don't think that's required to believe in life after death. Some people I know believe in nothing, just that you die and that's it, you simply don't exist anymore. I can't imagine not existing or not having some form of consciousness. So I think it's definitely possible, but I'm happy not experiencing anything. That might be too scary for me, lol.
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Post by thehyacinthgirl on Jan 22, 2012 18:01:31 GMT -5
It's a paradox that ruins my brain. The thought of not existing. I just question it constantly. Who made us? How did we cone to be? It's the meaning of life questions that we all have. I just wonder, if there is an afterlife, where people go? How is there enough space for everyone that ever died? What do they do with their time? Do they even experience time?
I go round and round like this.
I remember talking about who, of the deceased, we would most like to converse with. My sister, in all her strangeness, said Hitler.
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Post by The Phantom Lady on Jan 22, 2012 18:08:56 GMT -5
Ouija boards are something I have always wanted to try but I am just too scared of what it can unleash.
I had an experience I am trying to forget but in 2010 I was being followed by a male, angry spirit in my house, he first made his presence known by urinating next to the toilet (we have no men in the house) and that stench of male urine... eew! I felt really uncomfortable and he just wouldn't leave me alone. after a few days I seriously asked him 'what do you want from me??'... stupid thing to do but I couldn't handle him... then I was cleaning my room and had a CD on and it has never had any trouble playing. it then started skipping much like an LP record would repeating words. and I started asking the spirit things like 'Why are you here?' and 'how did you die' the skipping words answered pretty well and that was so freaky...
later when I was in bed I asked him again how he died, and I felt strong hands on my throat choking me and a weight on my chest, I couldn't breathe and I couldn't scream, eventually it stopped and the spirit left me alone...
I still don't know what the hell happened, but that scared me so much!
At work we have spirits too, one that leaves a smell of cigars and they all stared at me the other day when I didn't know about it and I asked 'whats that spicy smell? who's been smoking cigars in here?'
I've been invited to join a club by a co-worker where spiritual people meet and have séances but I'm too afraid to enter that world, especially after that experience
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Post by thehyacinthgirl on Jan 22, 2012 18:27:18 GMT -5
There are all kinds of stories online about a ouija 'demon' called zazu or something like that. Not sure I believe that but it's interesting. Oh another weird one. Husband's cousin was three when Princess Diana died. Funeral was in the telly and he pointed at the top of the carriage containing her body and asked "Who is that lady sitting on there?"
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Post by luc386 on Jan 22, 2012 18:56:36 GMT -5
I guess this is a bit diffrent, but my grandma died 13 yrs ago now! I feel sorry for my mum for having no parents. But after all these, last year I dreamt twice tht my grandma came bk from the dead and whatever i said to her, she would look at me with evil eyes or answer back with just one word answers! She was never like that! But why in my dreams :-( it frightened me thinking ive done something wrong!! Years ago in my old house, i was walking up the stairs and saw a white shadow go past me, i was looking at the ground as this person walked past me! It looked like a dress! My stepdad told me pilots used to live in our house! So dont know what yr that was!
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Post by thehyacinthgirl on Jan 22, 2012 20:42:27 GMT -5
Have you ever read a book about dream analysis Luc? It's all archetypal images and representations. Do you feel that there were things your grandmother never got to say to you that perhaps you would not have liked? Maybe there's something that you feel she might not have approved of. It might not even be her. She might represent a close female figure who you feel is looking at you unfavourably or disapprovingly yet isnt properly voicing their opinions.
If you can relate dreams to something that makes sense to you then you can interpret them. During my most stressed out period in my old job last year I dreamed that I was on a roof amongst a big crowd of people. From out of nowhere there was a wild animal. I think it was a bull, but whatever it was it was dangerous. Of the hundreds on that roof it targeted me. I ran, but it followed. Everyone else was oblivious. I carried on running until I got to the edge of that roof and realised I had nowhere else to go.
At the time I was being 'bullied' and singled out at work by my fat idiot of a boss. I was told to simply 'ignore it'. It was easy to see where that dream came from as well as the representations in it.
Love dream stuff.
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Post by wikkleshamrocks on Jan 22, 2012 21:04:08 GMT -5
Right, this post might come across a little bit abrupt or pompous but it isn't meant to, I'm just pecking around like a mother hen because I care about you... Ouija boards are something I have always wanted to try but I am just too scared of what it can unleash. Don't you or anyone here ever mess with those things! Don't ever go to seances or anything that is dealing with "outside" work. eg: "Anybody out there"... etc just DON'T ok. If you want to relate to spiritual aspects, go WITHIN ie: meditation, inner circle work, kabbalah, healing etc. Meddling with the outer energies is asking for trouble. Invocations are made simply by talking about a subject believe it or not. Words and thoughts are very powerful. Basically, for instance, a Ouija board is like hosting a party on Face Book publicly and revealing your address. The whole lot of nasty and strange whatevers turn up. And beleive me you can't handle half of the messed up stuff that will come flooding in. You have to be 110% spiritually intact and understand how to deal with it or exorcise it. Do some inner guide meditation instead, learn about the natural cosmos around you and how you connect with it.
Leave the ghouls and werewolves to the TV. I've been doing mediumship for 20 years now and learned much about the occults and different cultures of magick travelling to places as far as Africa. I have seen poo that will turn you all paler than Jackson's tighty whiteys. I'm happy to answer questions but I will not be here to fix people after they have been warned not to dabble with the unknown.  |
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Post by thehyacinthgirl on Jan 23, 2012 4:23:55 GMT -5
It's just something I did at like 16, dont know about Rose, but it's just one of those teenage 'rite of passage' things we all did. Am sure once you get to 18, adulthood, you're not quite so curious. It never told us we were going to die or anything and I still reckon it might've been my brother pushing the glass. Doesn't explain that frame coming off the wall though.
Hard to know what to believe when it comes to that stuff. Demon Zazu has got to be sh*te though.
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Post by thehyacinthgirl on Jan 23, 2012 4:39:52 GMT -5
Cillian: I’ve had weird stuff happen but I’d definitely be on the skeptic side as well. What I’m fascinated by is how rational, intelligent people will put logic aside and believe what they want to believe in. It’s big, big money—these guys who claim to heal people—and they manipulate and use people. It’s strange that you can convince yourself to believe in that because you’re emotionally broken.
Do you have a memory of something that freaked you out?
Cillian: I believe that if you love or care about something, sh*t can happen that you can’t really explain.
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Post by ashleyrose09 on Mar 17, 2012 20:54:57 GMT -5
I do believe in a lot of paranormal stuff. I've grown up in a Christian family but my experiences in the supernatural have happened compleatly separately from anything my parents have tried to teach me. I've had only one time where I can honestly say I saw "something", but mostly it's just more having to do with feelings and sometimes even cold spots or smelling perfume or weird things like that.
Good thread idea bloody rose! ;D
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Post by Jinx on Mar 19, 2012 17:59:40 GMT -5
Aaaand I'm not going to sleep tonight LOL
When I was a kid, I often went on vacation in a very, very small village (about 100 people live there) where my family had some kind of a very old mansion. One of my ancestors won it in a game of cards and since 300 years it has stayed in the family. It was of course built a long time before that, on an old templar farm which was built on roman stones, which were built on even older stuff. I used to walk for hours in the village's cemetary. I don't know why, I loved the quiet and the peace, the history of all these graves and the people that were burried there, and the fact that it scared people sh*tless that I was "that little girl always taking care of the graves of people she doesn't even know instead of making friends". There were pretty old graves there, the oldest I found was dated 1607.
I was fascinated about death and the afterlife, as soon as I was old enough to read by my own I started to haunt the library's "occult" section lol
I read the Bible and the Curan, along with thousands of small (or huge) books about faith and beliefs, and paranormal stuff. Just documenting, never choosing a side.
But since my best friend died, 3 years ago, my brain has been playing tricks on me. I feel like I need to choose a side, skeptic or believer, but I can't seem to do that. I don't know, ever since she died I have pushed everything related to death away from me, auto-defense mechanism or something.
Weird things have happened to me since then, and it would be too long and sound way too stupid to write them here but it puzzles me. I can see the rationnal side, but there is still a small part of me that is left wondering.
I still think there is no conscious life after death. Just the memories and the energy of the person you knew, and that eternal life is a matter of people thinking about that person. If he/she is not left forgotten, he/she will live forever.
But then again that's just my opinion.
And I'm still a bit freaked out over the things that happened to me since I just can't explain them. xD
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Right now, I live on the skeptical side, but still retain an open-minded stance on the subject.
