Supernatural

hedonist

I'm captivated by this thread and the wild happenings!

Godfather, I've read a tiny bit about astral projection and not sure if it'd freak me the hell out (which I think it would) or if I'd just breathe and go along for the ride (which I hope I could).

Strange goings-on in this world.

I love it.

Cheeks

JonnyPistachio wrote:

One weird thing happened to me in 1998.
I was having a bad string of luck for about a month, and I sat on my porch drinking with my roomate one day. We had a magic eight ball -- you know -- the kind you ask a question and shake it and it tells you insightful answers..
well, i shook it and i didnt like what it said to one of my questions (dont remembe the ? though)so I smashed it in the driveway and it rolled out onto the road, spewing black ink all over. A few day later I was walking with my same friend in Walmart, and a magic eight ball rolled out from an aisle and as we turned to look down that aisle, there was nobody there. And we werent even in the toy section. it was housewares or something. Still spooks me out a bit.

That may be the freakiest story yet! I find a lot of toys creepy anyway, and that would just seal the deal.

hedonist wrote:

Godfather, I've read a tiny bit about astral projection and not sure if it'd freak me the hell out (which I think it would) or if I'd just breathe and go along for the ride (which I hope I could).

I read a book by Dean Koontz a long time ago called The Door to December. It was based around astral projection. It was one of the scariest books I've ever read.

LikeAnOcean

So my grandma passed away a few days ago. My mom and aunt were with her in her bedroom waiting for her to pass.


My mom said at one point the ceiling in the room got dark and cloudy. The air got really thick, the temperature dropped and their hairs stood up from static.


My mom looked at my aunt and said, are you seeing and feeling what I am and my aunt confirmed.. My athiest aunt then looked at my mom in complete fear and said "do you think we should call a priest?" :shock:


Not to mention, my other aunt was on her way to my grandmas from work when she saw a small religious cross decoration on the parking lot ground. Being Catholic herself, she threw it into her purse, thinking nothing of it to check it out later.. When she got to my grandma's she pulled it out of her purse and saw written on it "God Bless Dorothy".... Dorothy is my grandma's name! :shock: :shock: :shock:

hedonist

That's absolutely wild, LikeAnOcean. Condolences on the passing of your grandmother.

prism

i think after someone passes away their spirits hang around... postively i know there are angels :angel:

since i was a kid i've experianced a number of instances...so i'll just stick to some of the most meaningful to me

when my dad died in '97...being a daddy's girl i took it pretty hard and yeah i was the one that sensed something was wrong from 3000 miles away (that's it's own story) anyway within a couple of hours after he passed i went out on my back deck and looked up and there was a bald eagle repeatedly circling right overhead...well my dad was a WWII navy veteran, patriotic is putting it mildly, he very involved in veterans organizations...i still get choked up now recalling that 'sign'.
also when my kids & i went down to his funeral he was def making his presence known in their house. a container no where near the edge of the counter coming off & hitting the floor, another instance of the same thing but with a knife when no one was within several feet of those objects. a few times he turned off (they didn't burn out) the lights...

after my mom passed away in '00 about 6 months later in my house, the porch light would go on & off by itself...that went on for weeks. there was unexplained banging noises coming from my kitchen. then one evening my son & i were just discussing school stuff....i was standing in the kitchen as he stood in the dining room; when this glass candle thingy (like an oil lamp chimney) which was a good 5-6 inches from edge of the kitchen island in between us jumped up in the air and crashed to the floor :wtf: my son said 'holy shit! WTF was THAT!?' i replied "i'm pretty certain that was your grandma" then began sweeping up all the broken glass

of course than there's signs from my authentic angel :angel: ... it's a bit too unique for me to post about on the board but i'll gladly tell anyone wanting to know...just pm me about it

chadwick

Godfather. wrote:

back in 1982-83 my brother and lived in a double wide mobil home in Lakeside Ca. when he met his soon to be wife she and her sisters would stay the night all the time and would tell me in the morning that the place is haunted,I had always heard foot steps walk down the hall and into the kitchen and thought ..ahhh no biggie they ain't hurting anybody, then my brother and Tiffany moved out and I was living there alone and that's when things got really weird , when I would go to bed or just take a nap after work I could feel my mind and intire body go into a really strange sleep and once it started i could not stop it..it's like I was awake but I couldn't move or talk and I would actually see me..my body asleep on the couch or in bed like I was looking from over the top of me,I could even look around the room and go into different rooms..go back and see me still sleeping there and it felt very scary then one night this started to happen again and tried to fight it off but I could feel 3 small ..people..beings or what ever sitting on my ankels legs and waist and the one sitting on my waist was holding down my sholders and I couldn't sit up and I tried to get them off but they were just holding me down and it felt like they were laughing at me,I coulden't hear them but I could feel it, then I got so angry I threw my uper body up as hard as I could and all I could do is spit at the one in front(I could not use my arms)
and just at that point I woke up and realized I spit all over my blankets around my waist and feet and it was hard to catch my breath and was sweating like a hooker in a cop car.after I moved out of that house it only happened a few times,one time at a bro's house on the east coast and when I told him I saw him walk around the room as I slept it tripped out but gave me a book to read on "astreal projection"..just to freaky for me.

Godfather.

this. i have been unable to move while sleeping, but not sleeping, like all fucked up or something,,attacked really. i don't fuck around with these candy ass demonid little shits. i fight back as much as i can. and like you say, it is difficult. this could be the old hag syndrome or something.

i am a dick though. i invited them to come play. sometimes things show up. this has been going on since i was a baby. i'm probably one of the freakest bastards on here. yes ghosts and the like are everywhere.

i am a psychic fucker like nobodies business. shit is constantly at me, 24x7 energy zooming around and through me.

i've seen and heard spirits, been attacked by them, been saved by guarding angels many times, saw little demons on fire in a house we lived in up in the attic, a pile of lumber and a demon about 1fttall all ablaze and goin .. im like, fuck off, im out of here and sleepin with grandma

saw my grandma 6 months or so after her passing. saved me and my family from a log truck accident and within seconds of stupid shit logs smashing us...

the other side follows us around, parralel universes and the like

i get messages from my father and brother quite often
the most bizarre dreams one can imagine

some say im coocoo

Jeanwah

LikeAnOcean wrote:

So my grandma passed away a few days ago. My mom and aunt were with her in her bedroom waiting for her to pass.


My mom said at one point the ceiling in the room got dark and cloudy. The air got really thick, the temperature dropped and their hairs stood up from static.

I'm sorry about your grandma. My sister was a nursing home director for 20 years and told me that the place she worked at had some ghosts, but that on a consistent basis, residents who were dying always spoke to the nurses of experiencing and sometimes seeing a deceased loved one in their rooms days before their death. She said this happened all the time.

hedonist

I hope this doesn't come off as a crass question...but do you think those visions are in the dying person's mind (quasi-hallucinations?) or a real - for lack of a better word - experience?

One of my many aunts - they're all gone now, unfortunately; my mom, the youngest, is the only one left of eight children - had a horrific stroke (aren't they all) in the late 90s. In a rare and subsequently-lucid moment, she told me that at some point in her mindmist, she saw two of her sisters who had already died...they were on the gangplank of a huge ship, suitcases in hand.

My aunt said she was ready to join them, but they told her no - it wasn't her time yet and she couldn't come aboard. She lived for another decade, most of them in semi-awareness.

"and it makes me wonder"

Thirty Bills Unpaid

Godfather's post has prompted me to contribute my story:

Back in university (around 1992), I awoke one night hearing suppressed giggling from both sides of my bed. Then, it was as if an electric switch was turned on and my bed became energized buzzing beneath me.

Within seconds of this happening (I'm getting chills as I write this), the four corners of my comforter were pulled hard and downward- sucking me into my mattress.

I was panic-stricken- this was fucking intense. I tried to call out and resist, but the comforter was pulled too tight for me to do anything.

About 4-5 seconds later, I pushed up off my bed and the comforter- light as a feather- flew off me. I also yelled as I became free of my confinement. It was a strange, surreal yell- one I had never heard come from my body before (there was definitely a good dose of intense fear influencing the nature of my 'gasp'). The tiny voices I had heard faded away and I kneeled on my bed sitting there going, "Holy Fuck. What the Hell?"

I was reading Helter Skelter at the time which may have had my imagination running wild; however, the 'experience' I had was very physical- this was no dream.

brianlux

Great stories, excellent thread, Jeanwah!

Dreams can seem supernatural sometimes as well. When I was 8 or 9 or 10 or so I had a dream that I was being attacked by an evil spirit. I became semi-conscious but couldn't move a muscle and even though I was partly awake I still felt the evil spirit coming for me. Finally, with great effort I was able to start moving and got up. I walked down the hall toward my parents bedroom for their comfort and reassurance and just before I reached their bedroom door I found I couldn't move again. I can't remember what happened after that.

Another weird thing that happened to me was riding the M street car in San Francisco one late night. It was passing through the tunnel under Twin Peaks and the car was picking up spead like crazy and bouncing around a lot. Suddenly the car bounced very hard and derailed and smashed into the wall. Everything flew forward from impact. It was a mess and everyone was badly injured and dying. And then suddenly the car reached the other side of the tunnel and everything was fine but I was shaking very badly.

I'm glad shit like this doesn't happen to me any more!

Monster Rain

hedonist wrote:

I'm captivated by this thread and the wild happenings!

Godfather, I've read a tiny bit about astral projection and not sure if it'd freak me the hell out (which I think it would) or if I'd just breathe and go along for the ride (which I hope I could).

Strange goings-on in this world.

I love it.

If that happened to me I'd freak out and be scared that I was dying or already dead. I've had dreams where I was dead and had to walk around letting my family, friends, and classmates know that I had died the previous night. I always wake up anxious when I have dreams like that so I can't imagine something like floating above my own body.

hedonist

I can't either, but I do believe that dreams - most of them, anyway - do connect with our subconscious. What's happening or has happened in our lives, how we're processing the chaos (and the calm), what we're supressing.

And dreams also can take us in some way, and I don't know how, to somewhere outside ourselves.


ahhhhh....this thread, makes me think...in a good way.

prism

brianlux wrote:

Dreams can seem supernatural sometimes as well. When I was 8 or 9 or 10 or so I had a dream that I was being attacked by an evil spirit. I became semi-conscious but couldn't move a muscle and even though I was partly awake I still felt the evil spirit coming for me. Finally, with great effort I was able to start moving and got up. I walked down the hall toward my parents bedroom for their comfort and reassurance and just before I reached their bedroom door I found I couldn't move again. I can't remember what happened after that.

it's happened to me a couple times. this maybe worth checking out; http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sleep_paralysis

i think the forklore is interesting

brianlux

prism wrote:

it's happened to me a couple times. this maybe worth checking out; http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sleep_paralysis

"Sleep paralysis is paralysis associated with sleep that may occur in healthy persons or may be associated with narcolepsy, cataplexy, and hypnagogic hallucinations."

Thank you! Knowing this has a definition, is not too uncommom and is connected with some very excellent sound words makes it seem better somehow!

I like the mystery of the supernatural. The inexplicable nature of it all.

SweetChildofMine

Kinda hard to have Night Hags if you ARE the night hag.


They sit on your chest nasty creatures of evil... some looking beautiful ...some ugly but I never forget a face or their cruelty. They are very cruel and mean.


Its sometimes said its a astral being looking for their mates (incubus or succubus) but get the hell off of me because I aint it!

When masculine one visits he is usually not cruel.

Godfather.

Thirty Bills Unpaid wrote:

Godfather's post has prompted me to contribute my story:

Back in university (around 1992), I awoke one night hearing suppressed giggling from both sides of my bed. Then, it was as if an electric switch was turned on and my bed became energized buzzing beneath me.

Within seconds of this happening (I'm getting chills as I write this), the four corners of my comforter were pulled hard and downward- sucking me into my mattress.

I was panic-stricken- this was fucking intense. I tried to call out and resist, but the comforter was pulled too tight for me to do anything.

About 4-5 seconds later, I pushed up off my bed and the comforter- light as a feather- flew off me. I also yelled as I became free of my confinement. It was a strange, surreal yell- one I had never heard come from my body before (there was definitely a good dose of intense fear influencing the nature of my 'gasp'). The tiny voices I had heard faded away and I kneeled on my bed sitting there going, "Holy Fuck. What the Hell?"

I was reading Helter Skelter at the time which may have had my imagination running wild; however, the 'experience' I had was very physical- this was no dream.

before the little guys held me down a few days earlier I was laying on the hidabed in the front room watching "dallas" I saw and felt the blankets tightin up around my feet and I could see the impression on someone/something sit down on the bed at my feet off to the side and just watched for a second then said are you going to watch dallas with me ? and right after I said that I could feel the tightness from the blankets lift and the materess and blankets rise back to normal as who ever it was stood up, I thought at first it was just a loneley ghost or something but then a few days later is when those 3 little guys sat on me.

Godfather.

Godfather.

prism wrote:

i think after someone passes away their spirits hang around... postively i know there are angels :angel:

since i was a kid i've experianced a number of instances...so i'll just stick to some of the most meaningful to me

when my dad died in '97...being a daddy's girl i took it pretty hard and yeah i was the one that sensed something was wrong from 3000 miles away (that's it's own story) anyway within a couple of hours after he passed i went out on my back deck and looked up and there was a bald eagle repeatedly circling right overhead...well my dad was a WWII navy veteran, patriotic is putting it mildly, he very involved in veterans organizations...i still get choked up now recalling that 'sign'.
also when my kids & i went down to his funeral he was def making his presence known in their house. a container no where near the edge of the counter coming off & hitting the floor, another instance of the same thing but with a knife when no one was within several feet of those objects. a few times he turned off (they didn't burn out) the lights...

after my mom passed away in '00 about 6 months later in my house, the porch light would go on & off by itself...that went on for weeks. there was unexplained banging noises coming from my kitchen. then one evening my son & i were just discussing school stuff....i was standing in the kitchen as he stood in the dining room; when this glass candle thingy (like an oil lamp chimney) which was a good 5-6 inches from edge of the kitchen island in between us jumped up in the air and crashed to the floor :wtf: my son said 'holy shit! WTF was THAT!?' i replied "i'm pretty certain that was your grandma" then began sweeping up all the broken glass

of course than there's signs from my authentic angel :angel: ... it's a bit too unique for me to post about on the board but i'll gladly tell anyone wanting to know...just pm me about it

:shock: that would freak me out big time, maybe she felt she wassn't ready leave but wanted to say good-by and tell you she loves you,does it still happen at all ?

Godfather.

prism

Godfather. wrote:

prism wrote:

i think after someone passes away their spirits hang around... postively i know there are angels :angel:

since i was a kid i've experianced a number of instances...so i'll just stick to some of the most meaningful to me

when my dad died in '97...being a daddy's girl i took it pretty hard and yeah i was the one that sensed something was wrong from 3000 miles away (that's it's own story) anyway within a couple of hours after he passed i went out on my back deck and looked up and there was a bald eagle repeatedly circling right overhead...well my dad was a WWII navy veteran, patriotic is putting it mildly, he very involved in veterans organizations...i still get choked up now recalling that 'sign'.
also when my kids & i went down to his funeral he was def making his presence known in their house. a container no where near the edge of the counter coming off & hitting the floor, another instance of the same thing but with a knife when no one was within several feet of those objects. a few times he turned off (they didn't burn out) the lights...

after my mom passed away in '00 about 6 months later in my house, the porch light would go on & off by itself...that went on for weeks. there was unexplained banging noises coming from my kitchen. then one evening my son & i were just discussing school stuff....i was standing in the kitchen as he stood in the dining room; when this glass candle thingy (like an oil lamp chimney) which was a good 5-6 inches from edge of the kitchen island in between us jumped up in the air and crashed to the floor :wtf: my son said 'holy shit! WTF was THAT!?' i replied "i'm pretty certain that was your grandma" then began sweeping up all the broken glass

of course than there's signs from my authentic angel :angel: ... it's a bit too unique for me to post about on the board but i'll gladly tell anyone wanting to know...just pm me about it

:shock: that would freak me out big time, maybe she felt she wassn't ready leave but wanted to say good-by and tell you she loves you,does it still happen at all ?

Godfather.

nothing at all like that experiance. i'm think she was ready to leave...she missed my dad alot. she had a stroke a few days before she died...i know for a fact that she never wanted to be dependant on anyone so she was ready to go as far as not wanting to linger in that state. though she didn't say goodbye to us...that could've been her way of doing it

now my dvd player turns itself off & on and opens & closes the disc tray. that's been going on several times a month for years...dunno if it's her or someone else that just wants to watch a movie

spirits don't scare me...is it startling? yes. frightening no

Jeanwah

hedonist wrote:

I hope this doesn't come off as a crass question...but do you think those visions are in the dying person's mind (quasi-hallucinations?) or a real - for lack of a better word - experience?

One of my many aunts - they're all gone now, unfortunately; my mom, the youngest, is the only one left of eight children - had a horrific stroke (aren't they all) in the late 90s. In a rare and subsequently-lucid moment, she told me that at some point in her mindmist, she saw two of her sisters who had already died...they were on the gangplank of a huge ship, suitcases in hand.

My aunt said she was ready to join them, but they told her no - it wasn't her time yet and she couldn't come aboard. She lived for another decade, most of them in semi-awareness.

"and it makes me wonder"

To answer your question, I have absolutely no clue! I guess that's what makes it all so fascinating. My sis told me that when patients told her they witnessed their loved ones, they always passed within days... Some would talk to their loved ones with the nurses in the room, and ask the nurses if they could see them, but the nurses typically never saw anything, but sometimes noticed a sudden drop in temperature.

chadwick

Thirty Bills Unpaid wrote:

Godfather's post has prompted me to contribute my story:

Back in university (around 1992), I awoke one night hearing suppressed giggling from both sides of my bed. Then, it was as if an electric switch was turned on and my bed became energized buzzing beneath me.

Within seconds of this happening (I'm getting chills as I write this), the four corners of my comforter were pulled hard and downward- sucking me into my mattress.

I was panic-stricken- this was fucking intense. I tried to call out and resist, but the comforter was pulled too tight for me to do anything.

About 4-5 seconds later, I pushed up off my bed and the comforter- light as a feather- flew off me. I also yelled as I became free of my confinement. It was a strange, surreal yell- one I had never heard come from my body before (there was definitely a good dose of intense fear influencing the nature of my 'gasp'). The tiny voices I had heard faded away and I kneeled on my bed sitting there going, "Holy Fuck. What the Hell?"

I was reading Helter Skelter at the time which may have had my imagination running wild; however, the 'experience' I had was very physical- this was no dream.

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