Paranormal Experiences

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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

Comment by EleMENTAL! on March 17, 2009 at 8:06pm

I've been feeling something or someone touch me and I look and no one's there. I've been hearing people call my name, very clearly, and when I respond, everyone says that no one called. I may be MENTAL, like my name suggests, but who knows? I'm ready for Samhain this year.

Comment by Tom "Singingcrow" Smith on February 25, 2009 at 7:31pm

Hello all..I have had a long time interest in all things paranormal. I have done some "ghost" investigations and some UFO research.
Singingcrow

Comment by Midnyte on January 20, 2009 at 1:24pm

lots of ghostly things have happened to my dad and his side of the family.for me, when i was a little kid i was terrified of things i saw. i used to see alot of scary things but i never told anyone until i grew up. i felt ghosts around me every night and id be up alot of the night freaked out.
other than those things, i have SEEN A GHOST. this is the #1 reason i believe in ghosts: it was when i was about 7, it was nightime and i was running towards the front of my house from the back driveway(leaving my friend from next door's house at night), and just as i got to the front to turn, I had seen another little girl about my age standing beside/within a small tree in my front yard. i was only about 4ft away from her. i can remember the moment perfectly. i cud somewut see thru her and she was just standing there. i stopped and froze. my eyes were locked on her. she looked at me for a few moments and then ran across in front of me toward the neighbours house and litterally disappeared into the air when she was just about at the middle of the neighbours lawn. anyway... that memory is fresh in my mind like it was last night. My dad had also said that he had seen me playing with a little girl before that he knew was a ghost. i wonder why he saw her when i didnt, yet i saw her another time. we figured it was the same girl. i feel as tho she knew i was freaked out by her. thats why she ran away.

Comment by Jason on January 4, 2009 at 6:31pm

I know what you mean Jacinda, I think a lot of it is down to the mayan prophecy of 2012, the prophecy of if we dont revert back to natural energy the earth is going to die on us etc, and I have had dreams of earths destruction myself.

my experience that was most though about the paranormal was when I was laying in bed a few years ago, I was home alone, no one was on the streets, and I was just about to fall asleep when I heard several voices shouting into my ear, no one was there and I never understood what Id been told but I froze i couldnt move a muscle for quite a few minutes

Comment by Jacinda on December 22, 2008 at 1:36pm

Those feelings are getting stronger everyday... things I cant explain are happening to me... I know before "certain" things happen. I dream, metaphorically of the Earths destruction.
I have this strong feeling Einstein is trying to communicate with the world through spirit. It has something to do with his theory of relativity. Theres so much more to it.
There is something out there happening to us.. but I have no words for it. Its like our DNA is being changed. Changing into something different, preparing us for whats to come.

You know a couple years ago, this world renowned pyschic Silvia Brown, said that aliens are going to come down to earth in the year 2010 to teach us things, how to survive, who knows. I think she may be right. My dreams say so too...
Only one year to go, and 3 til the ascension of the 4th dimensional consciousness.

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