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| verbina |
Posted - Jul 29 2005 : 6:30:00 PM
you believe in ghosts?? randi from jersey |
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| greyghost |
Posted - Sep 20 2005 : 3:00:26 PM
I have had experiences in nearly every home I have lived in.
As a child - there was a dark shadow that scared the daylights out of me. I never said anything until I was in my mid-teens to my mother about it. She had seen it too! Then my little brother piped in. We all had seen it in the same room, always at night, and it always made us afraid. We believe it was sent there by someone who intended us harm, because my mother had never seen it or felt anything until after that person had slept in that room.
At our last home in Dade City FL - I am the only one who had the rotten things happen! If I was tired and fell asleep on the couch in the addition, I would hear someone in the kitchen, then the swish of pants as someone walked up to me. I got the sense it was annoyed that I should be so worn out from working to need a nap. At first I woke up knowing someone was standing over me. Then one day I decided to see what would happen - I am certain it touched me, or tried to. My ears rang, I would go cold all over, and I COULD NOT OPEN MY EYES. I was trying and trying so hard but could not until it moved away. After that it seemed the spirit wanted to keep trying to touch me - I stopped taking naps on the couch in there, deciding to take one on the living room couch not long before we moved. It had never happened there before - and wouldn't you know she tried it again. I am certain it was a woman - I cannot tell you how I am sure of that.
One of my dogs would growl and snarl in a "spooked" way at something in the living room at 10:45 every night. You could watch her eyes - you know she SAW something, not heard anything outside and gotten confused.
The oven timer would go off in the middle of the night - my husband thought we had to be setting it wrong, but there would be weeks where we had not used the timer or even the oven (just the stovetop) and it would go off. Once I was sure I heard "someone" messing with it not long before it went off.
I have felt nothing in our "new" home, though I surely expected to as it was built in 1930. |
| RachelLeigh |
Posted - Sep 19 2005 : 6:02:06 PM
I was absolutely floored when I saw this topic tonight because my fiance and I were discussing spirits at length earlier tonight. I have always had experiences, wherever I lived, which made me know I was not alone. We moved into this apartment about three months ago and I often wake up in the middle of the night and think I see a figure of someone or something standing in the room. Two nights ago, when I woke up, I saw a man in a dark green uniform, like a mechanic or janitor uniform, standing near the bed. He was African-American and had curly dark hair. I told my fiance about this and he stopped eating when I mentioned the uniform. His father, who died when he was 9 (and he's 34 now), used to wear a green janitor's uniform to work (my fiance is a black man...probably need to add that.) He told his mother about what I saw and his mother said that a few years ago, she looked out her back window at night and saw her long-deceased husband in their backyard in his green uniform carrying a slopping bucket like he was going to slop the hogs he once loved (and that were no longer there.)
To me, the fact that his father is visiting us makes perfect sense. We are getting married in two and a half months and are always discussing starting a family very soon. It is a very exciting time in our life, we are extremely happy, and it only makes sense that his father would like to be a part of it. |
| dg7954 |
Posted - Sep 19 2005 : 5:40:58 PM
I am so glad that you posted this topic. I have been fortunate to have studied with some wise ones over the years,9people who had knowledge of spirit connection, pschic phenomena, cranial sacral therapy, and creative visualization) and would like to share some of the things that I have learned from them. Firstly, the dimension that most of the spirit world inhabits is the next dimension above the earthly plane(about three inches above our ground). I have been told that the spirit experience is like looking through a one way mirror. They can see through to us, but most of us cannot see their world. This dimension vibrates at a higher frequency than our dimension and because of its higher rate of vibration we are unable to see or hear them unless we "tune in" to their frequency. It is similar to a radio transmission in that once you change the station it still exists, you just can't hear it anymore because you are not "tuned in." The spirit world is able to stay current with our world if they so desire. I have heard and actually experienced spirits that could make themselves known enough to tell a loved one that they liked her new haircut! One thanked her daughter for putting her wedding picture on the mantel. In my experience with my mother, I have the hormonal loss of memory condition (I know some of you can relate) so I am forever forgetting names, where I put things, what my name is, etc. I have gotten into the habit of asking my mother, who crossed over in 1986, whatever it is I can't remember. In about 5-10 minutes it will come to me. I always thank her and sometimes I can smell the perfume she used to wear right after this. I get the feeling she is pretty busy on the other side, as she was always busy here, so I also apologize for interrupting her as well.
She is very frequently in my dreams, and I have been told that the brain waves slow down enough to "tune in" to the frequency to access the spirit world and it is nice to be visited by the many loved ones who say hello to me (including my dog Petey who stops by every once in a while).
When my father-in-law crossed over two years ago, the night before his memorial service I was continually nagged by his voice saying "I want my hat" over and over. When I woke up the next day, I called my mother-in-law and asked her if she knew anything about a hat. She thought a minute and said "Yes. He had a favorite hat with a feather that he wore when he performed in his band." It turned out that he wanted his hat at the service. As soon as I suggested this, the nagging stopped. He was a happy camper.
There is so much to talk about on this topic (which leads to so many others) I would love to chat with someone about this and more.
I have a tendency to ramble about this subject, so I will end here before you lose interest in this lengthy reply.
Just feel good in knowing that, not only are we connected on this earthly plane, but we are connected with all other dimensions as well.
What is the vibration that connects us the strongest? Love, of course.
Diane
dg7954
farmgirl at heart |
| Kim |
Posted - Aug 03 2005 : 2:49:07 PM
I had an experience where I woke up early in the morning and could hear someone walking around my bed, like they were checking on me and my girlfriend who was spending the night. I asked my mom if she had gotten up and checked on us and she hadn't. After they walked around the bed, they headed for the door and left.
It was eerie
farmgirl@heart
Be at peace with yourself and the rest will follow |
| jpbluesky |
Posted - Aug 03 2005 : 11:12:22 AM
Well, here is my next "sharing". When we moved into our house in 1986, my daughter was seven. Her bedroom was on the second floor, and ours on the first. It was the first time she had slept so far away from us, and I would let her come down to our room whenever she wanted. One night she came down and tapped me on the shoulder and asked why I or her daddy had been in her room. I told her we had both been sleeping and had not been up to her room. She adamantly explained (even the next morning) to us over and over that she had heard a noise (her wood floors always crack) and sat up in bed to see, in the light of her nightlight, one of us leaving the door of her room in blue pajamas. But she said the person was stooped over and walking slow, "like daddy does when he is half asleep". That made us smile.
For years after that, and even today, she remembers what we came to call The Blue Man. He only appeared a couple of times and then was gone, it seems. She said she was not really afraid of him, but puzzled why he was there.
Our house, though new, is built on land that was a former plantation, and our back yard is filled with old bottles, cookware, horseshoes, etc. So we know it was once a homesite of some kind.
I just know she still remembers the Blue Man. I did not like the idea of a blue man in my daughter's bedroom, but I never shared that with her!!
jpbluesky
Heartland girl |
| sqrl |
Posted - Aug 03 2005 : 09:14:27 AM
I agree Joy, I don't think we understand the world.I'm a fantastical creature by nature and I just can't believe that we see everything in this world. I believe there are many things (call them what you like) that we cannot see all around us.
Blessed Be
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| JoyIowa |
Posted - Aug 01 2005 : 1:24:35 PM
Over the years I have had many experiences which I now understand as contact with spirits. The night my dad died, I was at a conference. We had stayed up until nearly 2 AM. I went right to sleep and for whatever reason woke up at 2:20. I can't explain it, but I felt my dad say "Goodbye Toost! Be Good!" I sat straight up in bed, felt a calm come over me. I remember thinking to myself "Well at least I won't have to stay at this dumb conference." Sure enough the next morning I had an emergency message to contact my boss immediately. I called home instead. After I had flown home, my siblings and I were talking and I mentioned it. It turned out each of us had been visited between 2:20 and 2:30 including my mom. Each of us remember feeling him say goodbye using our private pet names. He was pronounced dead at 2:32 AM. I dreaded going to the funeral home and avoided going in for a long time. My cousin came out and told me he looked good. I thought yeah, right! When I finally mustered up the courage, I found his face to be totally stress free and again a strange calm came over me. Hmmm! Maybe we mere mortals really don't understand the world.
To live without farm life is merely existing, to live with farm life is living life to it very last experience. |
| mollymae |
Posted - Aug 01 2005 : 1:11:28 PM
Exactly!! ROFL part of me wants to actually "see" one, but then I don't know what I'd do if I actually did!!! Even reading all of these stories freaks me out! (But I love reading them!)
Cead Mile Failte,
Molly
"If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain. If I can ease one life the Aching or cool one pain, or help one fainting robin unto his nest again, I shall not live in vain" ~Emily Dickinson
**When life throws scraps your way ~ Make a Quilt!**
Sisterhood of the Traveling Art |
| sqrl |
Posted - Aug 01 2005 : 12:57:53 PM
Right, I haven't seen one either though I don't have to to know their there. Maybe because I used to say when I when I went down stairs at night by myself "I don't want to see you, don't show yourself to me". I was so scared.
Blessed Be
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| mollymae |
Posted - Aug 01 2005 : 12:40:56 PM
We live in an older home (built in the 1930's, which we are renting, and I've felt strange things here a couple of times, my oldest son has even seen what he said looked like a "shadow ghost" in the upstairs hallway, and he does not make things up like that. Like Melissa, I've been sensitive to things like that as well since I was a little girl. I've never actually seen a full-blown spirit (or ghost), but I have sensed them everywhere.
Cead Mile Failte,
Molly
"If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain. If I can ease one life the Aching or cool one pain, or help one fainting robin unto his nest again, I shall not live in vain" ~Emily Dickinson
**When life throws scraps your way ~ Make a Quilt!**
Sisterhood of the Traveling Art |
| sqrl |
Posted - Aug 01 2005 : 09:29:32 AM
Ever since I was a little girl I could feel them. I have such a strong sense for the spirit world. It's not easy, it can feel pretty scarey at times. When my dad lived in big, relatively new house up on a hill, I could feel something so strong. I could not sleep there by myself, I could sleep there if I had a friend with me but if I was by myself my Dad would always wake up my find my sleeping on the floor in his room ( he had this teddy bear that layed on the floor, it was about 6 feet long and very comfortable). Some places I feel them a whole lot more than other places. I grew up in PA around the Philadelphia area and anyone who knows that area it is haunted everywhere, house houses, halls, woods. Some places it's so strong I could cring. But it was in France where I just said "I can't sleep here". I had been traveling all over France with my Sister-in-law ans her husband and baby ( I was their Nany was until the baby was about 9 months). At the various Inns and B&Bs I always had my own room which worked just fine until we got to this one town. It was a sleepy town, almost nothing was open for it was a Sunday evening. They're room was upstairs and my room was all the way down stairs past through the basement and out side into a converted stable. Now this an old house the basement stairs were rubbed away in the middle for hundreds of years of going up and down. I got into my room in the evening and took a shower came out and settled down for bed and I stopped and felt it, it was so strong. I thought "no you can do this, it's just your imagination, your just afraid of the dark" I to mention I really didn't want to look like a coward. After about 15 minutes I said forget it and ran upstairs knocked on their door and slept in their room that night thank goddess they had an extra bed. Well we wake up the next morning and I wasn't alone in what I felt. Melanie (sister-in-law)decided we were leaving that day. The place had a such a wierd vibe we all felt it even when I went for a walk out in the gardens with the baby, he felt it. Life works it strange ways because we had left a day before we planned to but the hotel only had us registered for that one night. Someone changed our plans for us. I could feel it a lot in Fance, sometimes I think the older the place the more I feel it, which is what is strange about my dad's old house but who knows what was there before the house. Well enough of this or I won't want to be alone at the office.
Blessed Be
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| verbina |
Posted - Aug 01 2005 : 07:50:08 AM
my mom was real sick. i was not with her when she passed but my gram was. we became very close after she found out how sick she was.,so we had some good important time. shame it took so long. i found something really deep for her stone so that is whats on there now . remember me is all i ask and if remembrance be a task, forget me. cool huh? randi |
| Clare |
Posted - Jul 31 2005 : 9:54:37 PM
JP, my daughter and I have the same pact. Good that you pointed out that we need to determine how/what that contact will be. I'll get to work on that part!
Aunt Jenny, Your mother's experience was eerily close to my daughter's experience that I spoke of earlier. Once you get over the scariness of the concept it is a huge comfort.
I am so glad to know others of you have experienced these same things and know them as valid. In my life I have only told maybe 3 people of these experiences, and even those were sceptical. Just goes to show that FARMGIRLS are well-rounded, experienced, compassionate and aware GODDESSES!!!!! I think being in close touch with nature is the pre-requisite to this awareness in our lives.
XXX Thanks girls. It is a huge comfort that you pass along in sharing.
**** Love is the great work - though every heart is first an apprentice. - Hafiz
Set a high value on spontaneous kindness. - Samuel Johnson****
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| Aunt Jenny |
Posted - Jul 31 2005 : 8:23:11 PM
I have never personally had an experience like that...although I did have an experience where I had been so sad all day about a year after my beloved grandma died (over 10 years ago) and had been thinking about her all day...I went outside and all the flowers seemed twice as bright and there was a gentle breeze and I felt calm all over...I felt like she was there..or her love anyway. She is the one who taught me all I know about gardening and the love of flowers and herbs. (and everything else I love as a matter of fact)
My mom had an experience that she told me about more than once, that after I was born (I am her oldest child) and she had her first night home from the hospital she was holding me and sitting on her bed and at the foot of her bed was her grandma (my wonderful grandma's mother...who was totally just as special to my mom and had died several months before) and she just nodded like she approved and then dissapeared. My mom had been wishing that her grandma could just see her new baby once. My great grandma had had 12 children of her own (my grandma was the oldest) and she loved babies. I feel like sometimes a love is so strong that they are nearby.
Jenny in Utah
The best things in life arn't things! |
| jpbluesky |
Posted - Jul 31 2005 : 8:13:56 PM
Bramble, I have not even shared that story with my family!!! Thank you for your response. It really made me feel better and comforted. You are always so understanding in your posts.
Your comment about the love toward which we move when we pass is a wonderful thought. The peace that passes all understanding....that kind of love would wipe out all the hurts we inflict on one another unknowingly.
My sister and I have a pact that whoever dies first will somehow get a message to the other. But we cannot decide on what the message should be. She had a friend who did that with her sister. They both loved yellow roses, so they decided that the one who died first would send the other a yellow rose somehow. Last spring one of the sisters died, and three days later the door bell rang at the house of the surviving sister. The florist delivered a yellow rose bouquet...they were from a long lost friend from high school, who had heard about her sister's death. The old friend had not known about the pact. I know these women, and met them last Thanksgiving when I was home in Illinois, so I know this is not a story from some email thing, even though it sounds that way!
Anyway, thank you Bramble!
jpbluesky
Heartland girl |
| bramble |
Posted - Jul 31 2005 : 7:06:25 PM
Jeannie, Your Mom is still with you and in those moments she knew and understood. She came for you and you can't feel guilty about that. I think in a person's last hours, minutes of life things must become very clear to them and all the old hurts, grievances no longer matter. I think that the love they are moving toward is so pure that they finally see and or understand what all of this time here on earth was about. If they reach out it's to tell us it's alright, they understand and that they love us before they travel on. We all grieve and mourn in different ways and your shock was understood I am sure.
Remember, she loved you and that's all that really matters.
I miss my Mom everyday and she's been gone since 1984. There are times I feel her with me in the sense that I will respond to something the same way she would have. I don't even have to ask myself what would Mom have done because I know it's her guiding me
like she would if she was still here .Sometimes I'm not even conscious of it but in hindsight I will always find her shining through.
with a happy heart |
| jpbluesky |
Posted - Jul 31 2005 : 6:08:16 PM
Now I understand Verbina! I always look at the number of posts, too, and have often wondered in the past when they would change from one title to the next. Now I think I am true blue forever, which is great with me! I do not mind being true blue, and I liked being in training too! :)
The day my mom died, I was 1600 miles away from her. My sister called to tell me she had passed, and I went into the bathroom to shower and get dressed. I could feel my mom's presence so strong there with me. I felt like she wanted me to sit down and talk with her. But I didn't!!! I kept getting ready, and talking to her while I looked in the mirror. Just like when I was a teen-ager and would get ready and half listen to her talk to me. Now, I feel bad that I did not stop, go sit down, and talk to her spirit. She was telling me that the things I felt guilty about in the past were alright, and that she loved me. And I was saying, I love you, too. But I did not stop and focus. My mind was in shock, I think. It was all so strange. But I do wish, even in that last moment, that I would have made more time for her. Her spirit was definitely with me in that bathroom.
jpbluesky
Heartland girl |
| Kathigene |
Posted - Jul 31 2005 : 4:26:12 PM
The comment in my family has always been that we are Irish and therefore sensitive. I know my oldest sister, my mother and myself would hear or sense things that were not seen or heard by others.
At one time Mom and I were looking at a house for sale. She had her license and it was just the two of us. We had looked at the whole house and had only to go down a wide hallway and open a door and look at a partial attic. We stood there and talked about the house and I knew that day that nothing on earth could make me walk down that hallway and open that door. Nothing was said and we eventually decided we had seen enough and left.
The house wasn't what we wanted but it did have Location so we went back the next day and we went down that hallway and opened that door to a fine ordinary partial attic with a window. Nothing creepy at all. We did not make an offer and months later we were talking about creepy feelings in houses etc and didn't she mention that house and without us ever having said anything to each other I found out that the first day in that house, she was just as frozen as I was and did not want to walk down the hallway and open that door.
I don't know what happened that changed from one day to the next but I thought it was pretty interesting that we had both had the same feeling at the same time in the same place!
There now I've scared myself!!
Kathy in New York (not the city)
Dogs make such good friends because they wag their tails rather then their tongues. |
| verbina |
Posted - Jul 31 2005 : 4:07:09 PM
oh by the way clare thank you for that.randi |
| verbina |
Posted - Jul 31 2005 : 4:04:25 PM
hey jb. just wondering .i always see it by my name so i ask? im not in training for anything. |
| Clare |
Posted - Jul 31 2005 : 3:09:12 PM
I think Randi means Farmgirl in Training... and yes, I believe that turns over to another "title" at 50 or 100 posts.
Keep postin' Randi!
**** Love is the great work - though every heart is first an apprentice. - Hafiz
Set a high value on spontaneous kindness. - Samuel Johnson****
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| jpbluesky |
Posted - Jul 31 2005 : 2:37:18 PM
What are you talking about Verbina? In training for what?
jpbluesky
Heartland girl |
| verbina |
Posted - Jul 31 2005 : 09:15:03 AM
hi friends, i have a 15 year old cabin on old untouched land.i know things are here but i also have 11 house cats. i know there are things i cant explan and cats cant take all the blame so as long as they dont scare me im ok. hey TAWANDA is from fried green tomatoes right?? RANDI IM NOT STILL IN TRAINING AM I?? |
| jpbluesky |
Posted - Jul 31 2005 : 08:49:03 AM
I, too, believe, and have heard too many stories, from trusted friends who are down-to-earth (no pun intended), not to believe.
I have had slightly scary visits and wonderful visits, too, in my life. In the scary visit, I lived in a house (here in the city I live in now) that was on the last high hill before the land becomes flat on it's way to the Gulf. You could see for miles from the back of that house, even see the St. Marks lighthouse on a clear day. Indians had camped on the hill there long ago, according to historical knowledge of our area.
My kitchen cabinet doors would be found open, too, and my radio would be turned on low before radios had auto off/on buttons. I had a 'sensitive" friend who felt an Indian woman in that house whom she said was very jealous in nature. After she told me that, within a half hour, her child was stung repeatedly by wasps on the old swing set in the back yard. She quickly left and did not come visit me again. I went through a divorce in that house, and many tears were shed there. It still it gives me a bad feeling to pass by it. Whoever was there did not like me much.
I have another close girlfriend who lived in an old house in Quincy, Florida. Her "spirit friend" must have been afraid of fire. When my friend put a folded quilt over the defunct radiator, she came back into the room to find it neatly folded on the chair next to the radiator. My friend was trying to hide the old radiator, and decorate, since it was a B&B, so she had also placed a dried flower basket on top of the quilt, which was also found neatly sitting on the floor. Whenever she would put candles in the dining room sconces, she would later find them lying neatly on the table. For awhile, she thought she was getting forgetful!!! So she sat down one afternoon and talked to the spirit and assured her that she would be careful not to start a fire, and that she wanted the old house to be saved, too. The strange things stopped. But the spirit would still ring the servant's buzzer under the dining room table in the middle of the night. :)
I could go on and on, about my dad and my mom when they passed, and my daughter's sighting when we moved into this house. I will save those stories for later and give someone else a turn.
jpbluesky
Heartland girl |
| MeadowLark |
Posted - Jul 30 2005 : 8:44:15 PM
I have a 35 m pic of a spirt image taken in Spring 1984 at a Victorian Hotel. A young woman in a Victorian Travel costume and hat with feathers and holding a fur muff...She looked to be around 17. The hotel had been used as a hospital/spa solarium in the late 1800's. I told the staff of this hotel the account of my experience with the spirit of this young girl on a return visit in 1998...they freaked and said many sightings and encounters with a spirit as I described happened in the room where I stayed with my husband, and took the photo. This young girl was lonely...and scared and not excepting of her young life being cut short. I have never felt that way about an encounter with an unseen spirit...It was a feeling that I cannot describe...just that there are many things we cannot see or comprehend except with our hearts.
The flowers flee from Autumn, but not you-
You are the fearless rose that grows amidst the freezing wind. Rumi |
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