Paranormal Experiences

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Comment by Karen Black on February 18, 2010 at 6:02am

I used to work in a factory which was housed in a converted stable, situated behind some old houses. The factory was accessed by a wide dirt-track which had a path running accross it at the bottom, like a T junction. I had to turn right to get into work. I started work at 8am.
One sunny morning at about 7.50am I was walking along the wide dirt-track to work when I saw a pair of legs and a skirt walk briskly along the other path away from the factory. The skirt was visable from just below the waist and was a lovely light blue in colour. The legs were slender and were wearing a dark tan coloured tights. The feet at the end of the legs wore a pair of shoes in the same blue colour as the skirt. Nothing else of the body was visable. I was not freaked-out at the time. I just thought "I wonder who that is?" I kept an eye out all day for a visitor to the factory dressed like that as it occured to me that I might have seen the thoughts of someone thinking of visiting the factory. No one ever came dressed like that. I never knew what or who it was. I just accepted it. I only ever saw it the once.

Comment by Sophie-May Chivers on February 4, 2010 at 8:15am

Ive never properly seen a ghost , but almost every dream i have is what i strongly believe people, ghosts, demons :S trying to communicate with me. the dreams have only started recently but since i can remember ive always had the ability to sense strongly when someone/something is close by. The ancestors of my mother have originated from witches, my mum see's ghosts in person regularly and has premonitions in her sleep. for some reason since i decided to follow wiccan ways i have been experiencing people touching me during sleep and feeling something watching me in my room often, not necessarily good , it feels wrong. my dreams are also of demons and im reaqlly confused right now xxx

Comment by Gawaine Caldwater Ross on December 17, 2009 at 7:06am

To begin with, you are much more powerful than a ghost. Sure, ghosts can do weird things with electricity. But you can do a thousand things a ghost can't do. You can make love, have a baby, use a computer and telephone, mend things, sew, work with wood, speak, and dress yourself. You can dance, sing, drink wine, ride a horse, and so on.
Many ghosts are simply stuck and may not even know they're dead yet. The ancient lore says that iron binds and controls spirits. If you don't have an athame, use a dagger or a big knife. Point it at the ghost and yell, "Get the ff*ck out! This is my home, not yours. You are dead, I am alive. I command you to leave!"
I've found this works very well.

Comment by Raven of the Dark Wood on December 17, 2009 at 12:00am

There are some of the experiences I've had. Hopefully I won't come off as a nutcase...I just want answers to whats going on in my house...

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Ok, so one night, I was getting ready for bed (in the dark.) As I looked down the hall, I thought I saw something try to appear at the end of the hall. I rushed to finish getting ready for bed and (basically) ran to my room and slammed the door.

It's getting to the point to where I hate going to bed at night and I hate being in my house alone in the dark or even alone with all or a few lights on.

Quite frankly I don't know what to do. I am indeed wiccan, but I'm a beginner, (meaning I haven't preformed any rituals yet) therefore I haven't brought anything into my house (as far as I know. My bf and I did investigate the cemetery up the street from me and the fair grounds not far from my house, and I did provoke a bit, but I don't think that would have done anything.) I'm beginning to think everything that's happening is paranoia incarnate.

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This is another of my ghost stories: this time I was not on the phone. I was stting in bed writing a short poem-story (now keep in mind this was 2:30 am, everyone including both animals were accounted for.) I was about half way through my poem when I started to hear footsteps outside my room. Naturally I assumed it was my brother getting up to get a drink of water. Well, when I opened the door to see who it was, my brother's light was off and no one was awake. Keeping this in mind, I went back to my poem, thinking nothing of it. Well, it (whatever it was) started walking up and down the hall again. Irritated at that point, I flung open my door to tell whoever it was to go to bed already, but there was no one there

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Ok, so I was lying in bed talking to my bf on the phone, when, out of the corner of my eye, I was something outside my window. I opened the curtians to see looking back at me: two blood red eyes staring back at me. I was so shocked that I dropped the phone that was in my hand, ran over to the light switch and turned both lights on.

This has become a frequent thing in my house now. I'm not only seeing them outside my window, but now also in dark corners and in dark doorways (both inside my home and outside my home; like at school.) They startle me greatly, but I don't know what it is or where it's coming from.

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Ok, so I was laying in bed one night, talking to my bf on the phone, my cat was laying right next to me. my light was off, and i was about to go to sleep, when, out of nowhere, my stereo turned up by itself. it turned up to its maximum volume, loud enough for my bf to hear it on the other end of the phone. it startled me, my cat, and my bf. My stereo dosent have a remote, and I have no idea what to make of it.

Comment by Theresa on November 8, 2009 at 9:02pm

Hi Ashfox, no I don't think you're a nut. I believe those close to us will communicate. My kids and I have had experiences with family members who have passed away. My older son and his fiance saw my youngest son after he had passed away, we've had some experiences here, at my son's home and at my ex's home. Both my daughter and son saw my grandma after she had passed away. She came into their bedrooms and sat on the their beds with them. So yes, I believe you!!

Comment by Ashfox on October 20, 2009 at 11:59am

Hi everyone.
I thought I'd share one of my experiences with the afterlife.

Here's mine -- it might sound mundane or "explainable", and I don't want to come off as a nut case or anything -- and if anyone has anything to add, please do... I have a pretty thick skin. Here goes;

I live in California - married with grown kids.
My father was cremated about ten years ago. He was a resident of Santa Barbara. I decided to scatter his ashes at his old college there. He loved the school.

The night before (knowing nothing about wicca or magic) I lit a green candle (his fave color) next to his ash urn, put it on the dining room table and surrounded the urn with pictures that I took of him that I just pulled out of an album

I made dinner and I basically had my last meal with him. One of the pictures caught my eye -- he was barbecuing and smiling and waving in the picture -- I swear, A part of my soul was saying that he was reaching out and saying goodbye to me... I asked myself... How did he know?

But anyway next day came, the candle burned down, and my wife and I packed up Dad and we set the GPS to the coordinates of the school and off we went. I spent the trip talking about him and actually including him in conversations we were having, which my wife thought was kind of strange, but a part of me just felt he was there.

Anyway, the GPS told us to turn right when we reached Santa Barbra, so I did, and up the hills we went, but alas, it took us right to the front steps of the Santa Barbra Country Club -- WTH? So I figured the GPS just got confused and called the college, told them where we were and they said we were five miles away -- Okay, whatever, I just drove off the hill and we went to the college.

We had a nice ceremony with another green candle, and when nobody was looking, gave my Dad a beautiful view of the ocean under a nice Oak tree on the campus. I felt good, and we had lunch in Santa Barbra and drove home.

But then, I looked at my scrapbook of my Dad's pictures that night, and behold -- his graduation ceremony, with all his friends, was right at the door of the Country club that the GPS led us to.

I was freaked -- I called Garmin to see if there were system failures or map updates to the area -- no. That area hasn't changed in over 40 years, and my GPS has *NEVER* been five miles off.

I tried driving the same route a few weeks later and it worked perfectly.

My conclusions; My father was trying to communicate with me. I prolly scattered his earthly remains where he did *not* want to be, but I ignored the signs. Looking back, my dad *loved* to watch golf... he never played, but he loved watching it. I ignored his wishes. He was a wiz at electronics and had patents for electronic devices nad I think he knew what he was doing to the GPS.

So to this day (this was last year) -- I have decided to dedicate myself to the craft so that I will never ignore any other signs that come to me.

Well, that's it -- As trivial as it sounds, everyone I told was astonished.... including an amateur ghosthunter.

Blessings

Ashfox

Comment by Sorradin on April 28, 2009 at 1:38pm

It was storming, a southwestern monsoon. The rain had been coming down in layers not drops since about 4 PM. The streets were mostly rivers. The light show over the Black Mountain was breathtaking. One could not tell where one thrum of thunder ended and the next began. It was a perfectly relaxing night for me. I knew I would sleep well – I always do when there’s an electrical storm. My insomnia would not be bothering me – or so I thought.

My brain has a most annoying habit of waking me at 2:28 AM regularly -- no matter what time I fall asleep nor what time I rise in the morning. 2:28 comes, and I’m wide awake nearly every night. I envisioned sleeping through the night without my brain’s clarion call. I lay down that night and let the sound of the rain and thunder lull me to sleep naturally, fully expecting to stay in that state of relaxation and repose.

2:28 AM – eyes wide open. “Oh what the hell,” I thought as I rolled over to my left side to see if a change in position would let me just go right back to sleep. The motion led my eyes directly to the edge of the ceiling where it meets the wall over the window. There was a glow there – one I’d never seen before though I’d slept in that same room for over two years. As I watched, the white, dull, throbbing beams began to take on delineated edges. It took on a nearly human shape. Its hair was long and flowed as if there were a breeze blowing on my ceiling. The face began to take shape also. It was difficult to distinguish whether the features were male or female – too soft and comely for a man, too sinewy for a woman. It was draped in gauzy robes, wings visible over the shoulders and extending to each side at the hips. The robe also wafted in a wind I knew was not there. There was a soft glow undulating around the entire image. I was not able to take my eyes away from the vision. As I stared, the image raised its right hand from within the robes and reached toward me. In that hand was a glowing orb, sending soft rays of white light around my bedroom.

Trying to not move too much nor to take my eyes off the figure for too long, I glanced quickly at my digital clock. It clearly showed me in inch and a half tall numerals that it was well after 3 AM. Over half an hour had elapsed, I know not how. My mind told me only a minute or two had gone by, but the clock was proving me wrong. I looked back at the place where the ceiling meets the wall and nothing had changed. There was my pale vision, hand held out to me, ball of white light glowing, hair blowing out behind its benevolent visage, wings folded behind it and robes still billowing in an imaginary draft of air.

I kept thinking that there must be a puddle of water outside my window and that light from a streetlamp was reflecting off its surface to illuminate my ceiling in this odd fashion. I watched the image closely, looking for changes. There were no more. I kept trying to determine what else could cause it. I wondered if a neighbor had a light on that normally was dark at this time of night, if someone were in the parking lot with their headlights on, or if there were children playing with a flashlight next door. I went to the window and looked out. There were no lights on anywhere. I went to the switch on my wall and flipped it. Nothing happened. My clock was running on its backup battery. Our power was out thanks to the storm. I went to the bathroom and lit a cigarette and a candle. I sat down on the toilet to think. Before I’d finished my cigarette, I went out on the balcony to have a look around. The power must have been out in several blocks and the moon was hidden behind the storm clouds. It was dead dark. Since the rain had cut back to a light drizzle, I grabbed a light coat and went out and down the outside stairs to have a look around. There was nothing unusual except the lack of light. I went back upstairs, locked the front door and stood in the living room, afraid to go back in the bedroom, afraid that the figure of light that shouldn’t be there remained.

The clock! It threw off a green illumination.

I threw my coat over the arm of a chair, ran into the bedroom, took the clock off the shelf over my bed and hid it under the covers face down. My friend was still on the ceiling, still presenting me with a radiating sphere. I collapsed on the bed, face down. Hesitantly, I rolled over to contemplate the shape on my ceiling where it meets the wall. I lay there, staring, ‘til dawn.

There is nothing more radiant than the sun rising after a strong storm has washed the air clean. However, it was not enough to rid me of my intruder. My alarm went off at 8:30 AM. My work day didn’t start until 11. I went to the kitchen, started a big pot of fresh coffee brewing, knowing that was all I had to depend on to keep me awake for the day, and took a shower. Without boring you with my whole morning routine, I’ll just say that I got dressed while watching the illumination that wouldn’t fade or move. The last thing I did before leaving the house was to say good-bye – might as well be polite.

That evening, when I arrived home from work, my new friend was gone. I immediately revved up the computer and searched the internet for information on Angels.

Comment by Carabella on April 17, 2009 at 2:55pm

hello all! I am happy to see a group for this topic exists. :) I am very connected to spirits, and have been since I was very young. I have not talked about it much to others until this past month, and now I see how much of a gift I have to share. :) I hope to get to know all of you and your experiences/opinions etc in time.
Peace and Love
Cara

Comment by Cassandra on March 31, 2009 at 6:59am

Last night something happened in my bedroom. In a way it freaked me out, but in another way... i felt used it. Because i am used to experiencing small and bigh things. What happened last night was small... nothing really to be scared of.. but it did make me feel a bit jumpy at that moment.

I was in my bedroom ironing some clothes and my dog was in there with me. Well he was just sitting there nice and quiet, when he began grawling. i looked at him and asked him what was wrong (not like he could tell me in words) i looked at where he was looking and (there was a balloon there) the balloon started to move. No one had opened the door to make a breeze, the heater or a/c were turned off, and i hadn't been close there. Then my dog grawled more and barked. i felt really really uneasy... so i grabbed my dog and went to another room. He looked back over my shoulder, but that was it. Normally i don't pay too much attention to those kinds of things, but last night was kind of different.

Comment by Alicia Welch on March 27, 2009 at 6:12pm

so when i was younger i always felt things but that would be about it...my roommate, we've been friends since jr high, with her the feelings have changed. now i can see shapes and hear things...at times it can be disconserting; especially since they all seem to be attracted to her. it definitely make life interesting

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