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Do you believe in "spirits, or ghosts" ?
Just read an article on this. One time when I was about 25, living alone in an apartment. I awoke ( yes I was coherent) and sensed something I looked near the bedroom door and saw what appeared to be the shape of an older man. I could see his red flannel shirt, he had a tool belt around his waist like repaimen or plumber wear, the thing is I could see right through his body, He was just looking at me, I felt no fear or anything I blinked looked again and he was gone. Arrording to the article i read a high percentage of people have had atleast one encounter in their lives, have you?
That's really neat. I believe angels and demons can exist. I will never know for sure if this was an angel, but it was a very interesting coincidence. I also believe God brings the right people in our lives to help guide us when we need it.
This was my senior year in high school. We had no money to pay an expensive studio to have my photos professionally done. Through our church we found a person who loves to take photos. Since we volunteered in the video studio we had some friends in there. They agreed to set up the studio. We had someone skilled at lighting to help with that part and a few other people to help out.
The day that we were going to have the photos done my dad and I had to stop. I think it was to eat or something. I locked the keys in the car. Dad called his insurance. They said it would take them an hour or more. I felt like oh c-rap! I ruined the whole thing. Out of desperation I prayed.
Some stranger pulled in her car next to us. I forgot what led me to speak to her, but I did. I told her about having my senior photo coming up and about locking the keys in the car. She said okay and said she could help us get there. Normally I would feel afraid to trust a stranger who just pulled in, but I felt a strong sense to go ahead. I forgot if my dad went with me or stayed with the car and waited for the insurance to come over. I think I went alone with her. I told her how nervous I was about the photo shoot coming up. She assured me it would all be fine and shared a little about her experience. She told me I will have a great time and that I will enjoy it, like she did.
She dropped me off at the church and either drove off or disappeared. She never asked for anything in return. I don't believe I ever saw her again. It could have been an angel, either that or God brought just the right person over at the right time. It turned out I had a great time, just like she said. We got some really stunning photos and they all look just as great as any professional job.
This was my senior year in high school. We had no money to pay an expensive studio to have my photos professionally done. Through our church we found a person who loves to take photos. Since we volunteered in the video studio we had some friends in there. They agreed to set up the studio. We had someone skilled at lighting to help with that part and a few other people to help out.
The day that we were going to have the photos done my dad and I had to stop. I think it was to eat or something. I locked the keys in the car. Dad called his insurance. They said it would take them an hour or more. I felt like oh c-rap! I ruined the whole thing. Out of desperation I prayed.
Some stranger pulled in her car next to us. I forgot what led me to speak to her, but I did. I told her about having my senior photo coming up and about locking the keys in the car. She said okay and said she could help us get there. Normally I would feel afraid to trust a stranger who just pulled in, but I felt a strong sense to go ahead. I forgot if my dad went with me or stayed with the car and waited for the insurance to come over. I think I went alone with her. I told her how nervous I was about the photo shoot coming up. She assured me it would all be fine and shared a little about her experience. She told me I will have a great time and that I will enjoy it, like she did.
She dropped me off at the church and either drove off or disappeared. She never asked for anything in return. I don't believe I ever saw her again. It could have been an angel, either that or God brought just the right person over at the right time. It turned out I had a great time, just like she said. We got some really stunning photos and they all look just as great as any professional job.
I do believe in them though I have had no experiences. My grandmother has though. She has been visited by my grandfather and her son, my uncle, who died very young. He came to give her a hug during Christmas time and left his handprints on her. She wouldn't lie and my aunts and uncles saw them too. I'm glad she had that experience. As a mother, I can see how comforting that would be.
i believe in spirits ,.sure i have two of them with me every day of the week
my son, and my daughter ,..i feel them and i get signs all the time from them ,.
without a doubt i believe ,
i also have a spirit in one of my photos its right a the back of me and my son and you can see it as clear as day ,...
my son, and my daughter ,..i feel them and i get signs all the time from them ,.
without a doubt i believe ,
i also have a spirit in one of my photos its right a the back of me and my son and you can see it as clear as day ,...
I lived with a sense of evil most of my life. When I was a child, I didn't understand it, but did my best to cope with it. It was during one of my visits to my parents that I was told about the things that would go on in the house I was born in. My aunt took me to live with her & my uncle when I was almost 4.
I was told that the doors would open/shut; music would play & seemed to be coming out of the walls. My older siblings seem to think it started happening when my sis brought flowers from the cemetary which was down the road from the house. The house was an old one which at one time was a one room schoolhouse. It is actually considered a "historical" building. A rich farmer my Dad worked for gave the home to my Dad to live in while he worked for him. Rooms had been added on along with plumbing.
I was born in that house as there wasn't time to get my mom to the hospital.
The thing was that whatever was creating the chaos moved with them when they moved to another home close by. I can remember being afraid to be in a room by myself when my Aunt tried to make me nap. I saw the door "open & shut" by itself and I was afraid. One eve, my older sis and brother came running down the stairs screaming, "There's a hand coming out of the ceiling!!!!".
Meanwhile when I returned back to where my Aunt lived in MN., I had to deal with the fears that had been created. My older sis (5 yrs. older) had me hide her under the bed by distracting our Grandma because she heard noises upstairs. I didn't want to sleep up there.
I would have nightmares. and many years later when MJ was little, we were visiting my aunt, we had gone to Bingo. My uncle watch MJ and when we came home, she was upstairs. I went to bed and sometime later she came downstairs having a hard time breathing (allergies) and out of the blue, blurted out, "What did she do with the baby?". I freaked because as she said, she wasn't verbal. 2ndly she was too young to realize/know all I went through and how my sister & I wondered if our Aunt had a baby. Both of us are highly intuitive and suspected something had happened.
So I let her sleep down stairs. When I had been afraid as a child and had come running down the stairs, my aunt had scolded me, yelling, "There's nothing to be afraid of! Get back upstairs!". I had spent the night huddled on the steps with the door closed. I wasn't going to do that to MJ>
Every time I went up those steps, I had the feeling something could "trap" me and I would scoot down them as fast as I could before I was stopped.
Years ago, after my aunt died, my uncle admitted to me that my aunt had a child, a boy, and had adopted him out. He knew about it. I let my older sis know and that put to rest what we had suspected.
I dreaded being left that house, so it was a big relief when it was sold and $ split up.
Over the years, I sought to understand why the "presence" or awareness of the "presence" that I felt was "evil" bothered me so much. I couldn't stay alone at night and sleep. I had to have the lights on. There is much more, but this is what I can contribute at this time. Good discussion. Let me say that the only safeness I felt was in believing in God and reciting the Lord's prayer/23rd Psalms......
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I was told that the doors would open/shut; music would play & seemed to be coming out of the walls. My older siblings seem to think it started happening when my sis brought flowers from the cemetary which was down the road from the house. The house was an old one which at one time was a one room schoolhouse. It is actually considered a "historical" building. A rich farmer my Dad worked for gave the home to my Dad to live in while he worked for him. Rooms had been added on along with plumbing.
I was born in that house as there wasn't time to get my mom to the hospital.
The thing was that whatever was creating the chaos moved with them when they moved to another home close by. I can remember being afraid to be in a room by myself when my Aunt tried to make me nap. I saw the door "open & shut" by itself and I was afraid. One eve, my older sis and brother came running down the stairs screaming, "There's a hand coming out of the ceiling!!!!".
Meanwhile when I returned back to where my Aunt lived in MN., I had to deal with the fears that had been created. My older sis (5 yrs. older) had me hide her under the bed by distracting our Grandma because she heard noises upstairs. I didn't want to sleep up there.
I would have nightmares. and many years later when MJ was little, we were visiting my aunt, we had gone to Bingo. My uncle watch MJ and when we came home, she was upstairs. I went to bed and sometime later she came downstairs having a hard time breathing (allergies) and out of the blue, blurted out, "What did she do with the baby?". I freaked because as she said, she wasn't verbal. 2ndly she was too young to realize/know all I went through and how my sister & I wondered if our Aunt had a baby. Both of us are highly intuitive and suspected something had happened.
So I let her sleep down stairs. When I had been afraid as a child and had come running down the stairs, my aunt had scolded me, yelling, "There's nothing to be afraid of! Get back upstairs!". I had spent the night huddled on the steps with the door closed. I wasn't going to do that to MJ>
Every time I went up those steps, I had the feeling something could "trap" me and I would scoot down them as fast as I could before I was stopped.
Years ago, after my aunt died, my uncle admitted to me that my aunt had a child, a boy, and had adopted him out. He knew about it. I let my older sis know and that put to rest what we had suspected.
I dreaded being left that house, so it was a big relief when it was sold and $ split up.
Over the years, I sought to understand why the "presence" or awareness of the "presence" that I felt was "evil" bothered me so much. I couldn't stay alone at night and sleep. I had to have the lights on. There is much more, but this is what I can contribute at this time. Good discussion. Let me say that the only safeness I felt was in believing in God and reciting the Lord's prayer/23rd Psalms......
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My mom lives in an historic house that is about 200 years old. It's on a small farm in a wooded valley, about 12 acres. Everything about this house and property is old, from the architecture to the trees on the property. It seems "alive," and I really don't know any other way of describing it.
Anyway, my mom has done tons of research on the house through census records and word-of-mouth reports from people in the immediate area (as the house is one of the handful of oldest homes, people who have lived in the area their whole lives and their families through past generations know sometimes know a lot more about this house than we do). Many families have lived there, obviously, and before it was made into a house, it was more of a "pit stop" place for travelers going through the area along the original trail/road that runs straight through the property, which of course is overgrown now, but still visible as a pathway.
The house has much of the original framework--in the main bathroom the boards that make the walls have writing on them, where people left notes for other passerbys. One note says "The McHutchens, Easter Sunday, April 1912," and a faded, illegible note underneath. It's quite fascinating.
I'm sure over 200 years of people living in this place, there have probably been countless births and deaths in the house. However, I've never heard weird noises in the place, or voices, or had any visions, and neither have any of my family members. I believe if any house in the world could be capable of having some haunting activity, my mom's place would definitely qualify.
Yet the most I can say is that this house really seems "alive." Like it's actually got its own personality, its own breath of life, its own sense of awareness. It's really odd, and no one can truly know the feeling of living *with* the house instead of just *in* it until they actually drive up and ascend the steps to go inside. There's just something "real" about it that I can't possibly describe in words. But it's like when you walk into the house, you're walking into the warm and protective arms of a loving grandfather. There's just a weird sense of life in it; it's very protective, peaceful, and joyful. I know this will probably sound really crazy and out there--but this house *loves* families, and especially children and babies. There's a sense of light and joy within the walls, like you can really feel it smiling. Yeah, like I said--I know it sounds crazy and out there.
The best proof I have to describe what I'm talking about is when my mom bought the house. She and her realtors went to go visit it, and my mom said she knew the moment she drove up to the house that it was the one she wanted to buy, and said she felt like she *had* to buy it, like it was where we belonged. She said it was more than just liking a house and thinking, "This is the place I'll put an offer on today," but more like, "I'm home. This is my home and this is where my family needs to be."
Well, turns out that just before my mom and her realtors got there, another family had come by to see the place, and they were just leaving as my mom and her realtors showed up. They told my mom's realtors not to bother with the place today, because the lock box was jammed and appeared damaged; they couldn't open it and said they'd call the home's owners at the time that evening.
My mom said she wanted to see the property anyway, and look around outside the house. Her realtors agreed, before the others left, I was told they were disappointed because they were really into buying historic homes, or something like that, and probably would've put an offer on the place.
My mom walked around the property of the house for a bit, and then she and the realtors got to the front door and looked at the lock box. It didn't look damaged, and it clicked open without a problem.
She put an offer on the house that day. She said it was something more than coincindental about the whole thing.
Anyway, my mom has done tons of research on the house through census records and word-of-mouth reports from people in the immediate area (as the house is one of the handful of oldest homes, people who have lived in the area their whole lives and their families through past generations know sometimes know a lot more about this house than we do). Many families have lived there, obviously, and before it was made into a house, it was more of a "pit stop" place for travelers going through the area along the original trail/road that runs straight through the property, which of course is overgrown now, but still visible as a pathway.
The house has much of the original framework--in the main bathroom the boards that make the walls have writing on them, where people left notes for other passerbys. One note says "The McHutchens, Easter Sunday, April 1912," and a faded, illegible note underneath. It's quite fascinating.
I'm sure over 200 years of people living in this place, there have probably been countless births and deaths in the house. However, I've never heard weird noises in the place, or voices, or had any visions, and neither have any of my family members. I believe if any house in the world could be capable of having some haunting activity, my mom's place would definitely qualify.
Yet the most I can say is that this house really seems "alive." Like it's actually got its own personality, its own breath of life, its own sense of awareness. It's really odd, and no one can truly know the feeling of living *with* the house instead of just *in* it until they actually drive up and ascend the steps to go inside. There's just something "real" about it that I can't possibly describe in words. But it's like when you walk into the house, you're walking into the warm and protective arms of a loving grandfather. There's just a weird sense of life in it; it's very protective, peaceful, and joyful. I know this will probably sound really crazy and out there--but this house *loves* families, and especially children and babies. There's a sense of light and joy within the walls, like you can really feel it smiling. Yeah, like I said--I know it sounds crazy and out there.
The best proof I have to describe what I'm talking about is when my mom bought the house. She and her realtors went to go visit it, and my mom said she knew the moment she drove up to the house that it was the one she wanted to buy, and said she felt like she *had* to buy it, like it was where we belonged. She said it was more than just liking a house and thinking, "This is the place I'll put an offer on today," but more like, "I'm home. This is my home and this is where my family needs to be."
Well, turns out that just before my mom and her realtors got there, another family had come by to see the place, and they were just leaving as my mom and her realtors showed up. They told my mom's realtors not to bother with the place today, because the lock box was jammed and appeared damaged; they couldn't open it and said they'd call the home's owners at the time that evening.
My mom said she wanted to see the property anyway, and look around outside the house. Her realtors agreed, before the others left, I was told they were disappointed because they were really into buying historic homes, or something like that, and probably would've put an offer on the place.
My mom walked around the property of the house for a bit, and then she and the realtors got to the front door and looked at the lock box. It didn't look damaged, and it clicked open without a problem.
She put an offer on the house that day. She said it was something more than coincindental about the whole thing.
I posted a picture of my mom's house in my profile if anyone is interested in seeing it.
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