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The
Street of Gold
by Brandon B.
When I was 15, my best friend in the whole wide world, T.D., who just happened
to be my ex-boyfriend, was in a car accident. He was in a coma for two weeks on
life support, and his mother eventually took him off. To make matters worse, T.D.
died on Dec. 21 - the day after my birthday. I will always remember that day. I
got so depressed that I laid in bed for a month. I couldn't go to school, I
failed three classes and I lost a lot of weight. I just couldn't do anything. I
didn't care. The only thing I wanted was my best friend back. About a week after
he died, my phone rang. It was my sister-in-law's brother. (I refer to him as
my brother because we are close.) He heard that I was having a hard time with
T.D.'s death. T.D. happened to be his friend, too, and he had an
experience in church that he wanted to tell me about. He said that while he was
praying in church, he asked God to show him where T.D. was. He said he saw this
image of a street of gold and saw T.D. running toward him smiling. As they met
each other, T.D. hugged him and told him to tell everyone not to worry about
him. He was happy where he was. He loved us and would always be there. To this
day, I feel that he is watching over me and laughing at the stupid things I do.
I love you, T.D.
The
Effect of Magnets and Crystals
by R.C. VanMeter
I have always been fascinated with magnets. I have been especially interested in
the different effects of the North Pole as opposed to the South Pole. I
collected reports from around the world of almost magical stories. An
open-minded skeptic, I obtained some very powerful magnets. I also obtained some
very special mono-polar magnets that never appear in nature. The popular word is
that the North Pole retards biological activity while the South Pole encourages
activity. My wife brought home a little box of African violets. They normally
never grow more than and inch or so. I decided to test the theory. I placed the
plants on a very powerful mono-polar magnet, South Pole up. In three days, they
were about six inches high. Pretty remarkable, I thought. I contacted a friend -
a microbiologist - who was involved in research oriented in the production
of alcohol as a replacement for Arab oil. He had a scientific setup with
controls and used yeast cells. When asked why yeast cells, he said they never
lie to you. He agreed to test any ideas and let the yeast cells be the final
proof. First, the magnets North Pole versus the South Pole. It worked as
predicted: the North Pole reduced production over the controls, while the South
Pole increased production by as much as 50 percent. We tried another what we
considered folklore: the power attributed to crystals. We used quartz crystals,
and found the same results: an increase. My microbiologist friend also happened
to be a world authority on wine. I told him about flavor magnets and how they
could change the taste of wine dramatically. He, of course, laughed at the idea,
so we tested him. We took a cheap, rough wine similar to ThunderBird, which was
anything but a vintage wine. We then poured the wine through a donut-shaped
flavor magnet with the wine exiting from the North Pole. When compared to the
original unchanged wine, it was even rougher. When the same wine was poured
through the flavor magnet exiting from the South Pole, it was instantly obvious
that the wine was transformed into a smooth wine, never to be mistaken for the
original. I had another friend interested in quartz crystals. He used to go to
the sights in New Jersey where for a fee you could dig your own. He was so
successful at it that he made a living by lecturing on the marvels of crystal
power. He gave each customer two small paper cups. In one they were given a
small crystal. At the beginning of the lecture he poured a mouthful of a cheap,
rough wine. They were asked to drink the straight wine and at the end of the
lecture to drink the one, now transformed by the power of the crystal. After
sampling the drastic change, the remarkable smoothing, no one disagreed with the
claim he so convincingly demonstrated. All of the above phenomena could hardly
be called paranormal, but probably lies in the enormous magnitude of unknown
properties of nature we only marginally understand.
Entertains
Friends with ESP
by Kelli M.
Since I was little, I knew I had ESP. I would practice it all the
time. I could always tell when a car was coming down the street and even how
many seconds until it would pass me. Then it started getting deeper. I could
tell people's pasts. I could tell what my friend's room looked like before I
even saw it. I would tell my friends about it and they would think it was cool.
One time I even guessed where, what car (car make and color) and what the bar
looked like that my ex-boyfriend was in when he wanted to spend the night with
the guys. He got mad and thought I had followed him, which I hadn't. My dreams
have always been vivid. A couple of times my dreams have actually come true or
warned me about something.
The
Bird Vanishes
by Steven S.
My pet parakeet, Chip, disappeared into thin air. The story starts a week and a
half before the actual disappearance. He had had a cold, for which he was
treated and seemed to be recovering from quite well. I came home from work and
Chip was just singing up a storm, as he always did when I opened the door. I
thought he was over that cold because he was acting as
happy as he had in the two years I owned him. Within two hours of coming home,
however, something seemed to come over him, and he was acting very
strangely. He kind of flew-flopped to his cage (he had the run of the house, but
always stayed in the living room). As I was watching him sit on the bottom of
his cage, he had some severe convulsions that made me think he would die
right then and there. After about five minutes, they stopped and he just sat on
the bottom of his cage - for the next three days. Every morning and every night
after work, I would see how he was doing, and he would be on his cage floor,
breathing easy, alert, but apparently weak. I kept his cage door open, but had
put a cover over half the cage, including the door, to keep any drafts off of
him. When I came home from work that following Saturday, I went over to check on
him, and he was gone! This bird was too weak to jump up to his perch from
the cage floor, apparently hadn't eaten in a couple days, had a cover over the
door to the cage... and he was gone. I have searched every inch of this 750
square-foot apartment, and that bird is not here. No open windows, nobody else
with a key to the place. You can think of anyplace a bird could hide in an
apartment and I've checked it. Besides, if he flew somewhere and died, there
would be an odor after three weeks, but there isn't. He's just gone, and I
can't
think of any conventional explanation for it. I believe there's an explanation,
just not a conventional one.
Witness
to Miracles
by Mike H.
On August 15 1998, I had a strange yearning to get in my car with my wife and
drive 250 miles to a little farm in Marmora, Canada, which is the site of
apparitions of the Blessed Virgin Mary. I live in Buffalo N Y. Upon arrival to
this place, it was totally empty with exception of the owner of the farm, John
Greensides. He met my wife and me at the gate and told us about the farm. We
went out back and started the Stations of the Cross. At the fourth station, my
wife and I began to feel very strange. Then, surrounded by nothing but weeds and
trees, we were totally engulfed in the most powerful scent of roses you could
imagine. Right after this we were filled with incense. We were stunned. We
finished the stations and Mr. Greensides asked us how we were doing. I asked him about this strange thing that we just experienced.
I told him I was not religious. He said that Mary and Jesus had just been in our
presence. I was floored. He said, "You just think you're not
religious. Our parish priest told me this is how God brings you back to Him. Now
I have gone back to church, confession and I bought a Bible. I feel just great.
Does this sound like a person who's gone off the deep end? I don't think so.
I have seen rosaries change color in front of me. I have witnessed incense in my
truck at work. I have been to this farm five times since. I have taken at least
15 to 20 of our friends there, and they all agree that what's happening there
is true. If you would like to view the happenings at this place go to Greensides
Farm.
The
Mysterious Phrase
by Gerry P.
At 1:10 a.m., I awoke with a start. I instantly knew that something had fallen.
I don't know how I knew, I just was aware of it and said so to my husband,
Maurice.
He woke up slowly and seemed rather groggy. I told him I heard a noise and
was sure something had fallen. We both got up. I looked in the main bathroom and saw
that my makeup bag, which had been resting on the side of the sink, had fallen
to the floor and scattered the contents. I knew at once that was the cause
of the sound, so we turned around and went back to bed. We lay down again and my
husband said he was just in the middle of a dream when I awoke him. He said somebody was saying something about a _______ ______. (I left the words blank
because we were not certain of the exact words.) I said, "Really? So was I!"
The phrase that we had both heard in our dreams was one that we don't
normally use, so I was quite surprised to hear that he had been dreaming of it
also. My husband fell asleep rather quickly and was quietly snoring. I lay there for over an hour thinking of
what could have prompted both of us to experience the same phrase in a dream
state. In the morning, I asked my husband what the two words were that we both
remembered from our dreams. He couldn't think of them, but realized that we had
experienced something most unusual. I began asking him about his dream, and the
only thing he could remember was that it was a male speaking to him. I asked if he had dark or light hair, because I, too, had a man in my
dream who said the same two words. He replied, "Dark hair." I asked him to
describe what he looked like and he replied that he couldn't recall facial
features. I recall a male, someone I was looking down to as he was speaking. He
was a good-looking man with dark, shiny hair - not just healthy shiny, almost a
plastic shiny. He was dressed in a business suit and had a pleasant look on
his face. I don't know if I was sitting on a tall chair or whether he was just
shorter than I was, but I was definitely looking down on him when he spoke to
me. During the weekend, we spoke from time to time about the event and thought
it most unusual. We tried several times to remember the two-word phrase that was
last spoken to us in the dreams, but were unable to come up with it. Finally, we
went through the dictionary and together clearly remembered the word "pervasive." I kept thinking the second word was a shorter one, and we both
went back to the dictionary where we finally agreed that the word was "access." It seemed to make complete sense at the time, but it certainly
doesn't fit into our normal vocabulary. I don't know what happened that night,
but it certainly was out of the ordinary.
Ball
Lightning Strikes Twice
by Rob W.
My grandmother and I might be the only people in the world to have seen ball
lightning twice. I must have been between the ages of three and four when it
happened. At the time, my mother and I were living in Southeast Texas at my
grandparents' home. The first occasion was in the afternoon. A thunderstorm
had rolled in and there was a large clap of thunder. All of a sudden, a
volleyball-sized ball of electricity appeared outside of my grandmother's
window. The ball was about 3-1/2 feet above the ground. It moved the length of
the window (about 6 ft.) in a rolling wave-type motion. After the ball passed
the edge of the window, I distinctly remember my grandmother grabbing me as I
ran toward the window to see where it went. It disappeared. On the second
occasion, I don't remember if it was storming or not, but my grandmother and I
were in her kitchen. The details get sketchy, but my grandmother had a large
stove. This stove had storage beneath the burners and a double oven above the
burners. Over the oven was a hooded vent. All of a sudden, we heard a crackling
noise, kind of like a sparkler on the Fourth of July. The smell was also very
similar. We looked up and between the vent and the oven was a softball-sized
ball of electricity. My grandmother held me tight in front of her out of fear
for my safety as we both watched this ball move no more than six inches left or
right. My guess is it came down the exhaust pipe from the roof. As suddenly as
it appeared, it disappeared.
Unexplained
Signs
by Lilith
I have had paranormal experiences since my childhood. I grew up believing in
fairies and elves. At 11 years, my friend was spending the night and we were
talking about God. Several things began happening - small things at first. A
car driving by honked several times. We paid it no mind because it could have
been anything. Suddenly the door to my room came open. We were scared, but began
to laugh it off. The hands on my clock began to spin around and around. We had
no explanation for that. I felt drawn to look at the tile floor in my room. I
saw letters. They looked like a letter written to someone, but the words were
backward. By the time we got my aunt in my room, nothing was there, and she told
us to get to bed and stop the nonsense. I have worked with the Ouija board since
I was five years old and have talked with spirits - some helpful and some not - but I do not fear them and haven't had anything bad come from it.
Sleep
Paralysis
by Mr. Max
I am a 16-year-old guy. The other day in religion class, we were talking about
out-of-body experiences, and a friend of mine told me that he very often had "incubus attacks." After hearing his explanation, I sort of made fun of him.
He told me that he would get paralyzed in bed when he is half-asleep and
hallucinate scary things. He said he saw patterns of squares with roses on them,
and one time he said saw a person getting strangled. And I remembered my father
saying the same thing, that when he was a teenager, spirits visited him every
night and paralyzed him. That night I decided to go to sleep early because the
night before I stayed up to write an essay. I went to sleep at 11 o'clock. I was
dreaming as usual, nothing special, and at a certain point, I woke up, you know,
like you do normally. I kind of went up in a half-sitting-up position. Suddenly,
I started hearing a kind of ringing in my ear, a little bit like those TV
signals or the dial tone. I couldn't move. I don't know how, but I slowly lay
back on my bed. My vision became all white, like when you faint, and suddenly I
saw a picture. It was strange: it was some kind of person staring at me from
behind bars. I remember that he was holding them, and the bars were endless,
horizontally and vertically. It was not photographic; it was some kind of
mixture between a medieval painting and a comic strip. The background was black,
very dark. I was so freaked out. I was never scared that much in my life. I
closed my eyes and the picture went away, but my body still didn't move. I tried
to move my left arm to get out of this, but no matter how much I tried, I didn't
move. I think it lasted for a few dozen seconds before I was back to normal. The
weird thing is, I am not religious and I had never experienced this before. Why
did that happen after I knew the phenomenon's existence? Why after I made fun
out my friend?
Seeing
My Day
by Gracie In Red
For years now I have been able to "see" what my day is going to be like. It
started when I was married the first time. My husband was physically abusive,
but not every day. Over time, I got to where the moment I woke up I would know
if I was going to get a beating that day or he was going to be "nice." He
slept much later than I did, so it wasn't as if I was just judging his mood.
Now, 14 years later, I am in a good marriage. But I will know if I am going to
have a pleasant day with my children, if I am going to have a disagreement with
my husband, trouble with finances, etc. I have also had dreams that give me
valuable information. For instance, our washer was not working properly, and we
were not in a good position financially to hire an appliance repairman. I was
really stressing about this because I have a large family and the laundry was
getting out of control. One night I had a dream that told me exactly what was
wrong with the washer and how to fix it. The next morning I told my husband
about my dream. I then wrote down what was wrong with the washer so we could
determine after we looked at it if I was right. Keep in mind I have never even
looked at the back of my washer or dryer. My husband pulled the washer away from
the wall, and to his surprise, I was 100% right. Another time, I had a dream
that my best friend's husband was in the early stages of colon cancer. She
called me the very next morning and told me her husband had been ill the last
few days. I hesitantly told her my dream, and convinced her to have him checked
out. After all, what could having it checked out hurt. Sure enough, he was in
the very first stages of colon cancer. It was caught early enough to be able to
provide him with a complete recovery. I don't know why I know these things, but
they do not scare me. I believe all people have this ability, they just may not
pay as much attention to it.
Strange
Computer Antics
by Chasity G.
I'm confused about a strange occurrence with my computer. I have a friend who
believes that she is living with a spirit and that he likes to visit her close
friends while online. I didn't believe it at first, but I do have an open mind.
I've had this computer for about six months now and never noticed anything odd
until last night. My friend asked me to get some information for her about a
medical condition she has. She also warned me that other friends have had
strange problems with their computers after talking to her on the phone, such as
trouble getting to certain cites, being set back to starts of searches or just
not being able to search at all. Well, I decided to give it a try. I got off the
phone with her and started to search for her requested information. To my
surprise, I noticed all kinds of strange numbers and symbols, some I've never
seen before, appear near the top of my search page. This has never happened
before and I use this search engine quite often. I decided to jot down what I
saw and also noticed the symbols would change or get bigger or smaller. They don't make any sense to me, but sometimes there would be a word or two (my,
PMS,
and others that I can't recall at this time). I called my friend back and told
her about what happened and she wasn't surprised. She said, "Don't be scared.
He's just visiting you." She calls him Edison because he likes to mess with
electricity. She told me how she went through 20 light bulbs in one week - and
she lives alone. She also told me how he likes to turn on lights after she's
left the room and also sometimes likes to shake her bed at night when she's
sleeping. I was able to successfully find the information that she requested,
but the symbols keep coming and change all the time. Do you suppose this is a
real thing? I believe her because she is such a good friend, even though we lost
contact for a few years, until recently. I've been at her house recently and I
didn't notice anything strange, but I felt a little eerie. Maybe it's just a
strange coincidence and maybe my modem or something is going bad.
Helpful
Ouija
by pusyct159
I am a witch and I have used the Ouija board, the Pathfinder and Psychic Circle
many times as a form of divination. I do not wish to use the term "play the
Ouija" because it is not something to be played with; it is not a toy. I have
played many times and have never really had any bad experiences. It may have
spelled things out that I did not like, but I know to end the session if I feel
uncomfortable, because I am the one in control. Anyhow, over the past few months I have contacted
a female entity that has been very helpful to me in my life. She told a friend and me to stay out of a
car on a certain day because the driver would be drunk. Sure enough, we all went
out that day for a girls' night out and, not thinking, we stepped into the car
with a drunk driver and got into a car accident. It was not serious, thank God,
but that could have been prevented. She has also told me things about my past
that no one would know, except myself. My point is that the Ouija or any other
talking board is not evil and can be very helpful if you know what you are doing
and you make sure that you are in control at all times. Don't ask stupid
questions like, "Can you give me a sign you are here by flicking the lights on
or off?" (that is welcoming a spirit to your home ) or "When will I die?"
(you are asking to hear negative advise). Ask questions as in a normal
conversation. Study the spirits and be aware at all times what they are saying.
If they lie, cut it short and make sure you end the session properly by sliding
the paddle to GOODBYE and letting the spirit know the session has ended.
Homemade
Ouija by
Revonna W.
I have made my own Ouija boards at home, and through the months I have asked
them all kinds of questions. Mostly they responded better when I asked them
about their lives and deaths. For example, my first board's name was JT, a
female who died in 1964 on a lonely dark road. She was killed by her bookie, and
she was with a friend. Her last words were, "No, not me." One of the board's
names was Carrie, and he was a gay man. He says he died in a plane crash and
knew he was going to die. He gave me the names of his loved ones. Sometimes I
would ask the boards where someone or something is. I misplaced my math folder
and I asked the board where it was. It told me the city dump. (I never found my
folder.) I asked one board, "Who will be my son's kindergarten
teacher?" It spelled out: WANDA. Well, there was a teacher
named Wanda that just happened to be my seventh grade teacher. Needless to say,
I called the school and made sure my son was not in her class. One of the most
peculiar things I asked it - and I knew this could not be in my subconscious
mind - was where my boyfriend was. I hadn't seen him all day and was
wondering where he was. The board spelled out: HE IS AT YOUR HOU-.
Then I heard a knock at the door and it was him! I don't know what
causes the board to act this way. All I know is that you don't have to buy
them in a store you can make them at home. All I did was get the back of
cardboard game and put the letters on it. For the pointer I used a see-through
plastic cup with a triangle on the bottom. It worked!
Horrifying
Ouija Experience
by Katie
It all started at a slumber party at my friend Kimberly's house. We decided to
play Ouija in her basement. Once we started playing, it was a lot of fun. We
were accusing each other of moving the board, but it was still fun. After about
one hour, we contacted this spirit called "Freder." We asked him to make
something happen so we would know for sure if he was really there. About half an
hour later, we started hearing things all over the house - especially the
basement where we were. These noises were heard around three o'clock in the
morning and the spirit was screwing around with our imaginations. Then my
other three friends at the party and I were all starting to see things. After a
while, we got really freaked, so we all went under the covers. We had a TV
behind us and the remote was on the couch in front of us. Suddenly, the TV
went on. Everyone was so scared that we all went upstairs. It was a foggy night.
We could hardly see anything, but out of nowhere we saw a shape of a body
standing far away. Don't ask what it was; it just freaked us all out so much.
Pennies
from... Where?
by Kirsten's Mom
My daughter moved into an apartment about one year ago. Since then she has been
finding pennies in places where they could only have been placed deliberately,
such as: between sheets in freshly made beds, in corners behind doors, in front
of doorways, drawers, bathtub and garage. Recently, while watching TV
in bed, a penny fell from the ceiling fan (while it was on). She once was
standing in front of her dresser and one fell from somewhere. What is causing
this and what do the pennies represent?
Strange
Voices
by Jason J.
I heard strange voices when I was little. I also felt my deceased grandmother's touch to my brow and felt her sit down
beside me on my bed. This has gone on all my life. My mother used to think I was
mentally challenged and sent me to shrinks. I'm not! She now understands me
(somewhat). I don't hear people anymore, probably because I've blocked them
out. Last year, after my grandpa died, he and my grandma came to me in my sleep or in a
dream. They said it was okay and there were other people there, scared and lost.
I asked about the voices I used to hear when I was a child. My grandfather told
me that they were looking for their loved ones and were not able to find them
yet.
Haunted
by 7
by NightNoize
Three years ago, my family and I moved into a 70-year-old house that once was
the main structure on a huge spread of land that used to be a horse farm, but now is
a neighborhood. I have always felt that the house is "inhabited," not
necessarily by one spirit, but that the whole house is a spirit in itself. I've
never been afraid of this spirit, because it's always incredibly comforting
and pleasant. (Maybe it's the fact that I am an avid horse lover and this was
a horse farm?) Anyhow, the number I live by is the number "7." When I pet my
horse, it has to be 7 times. I have this fetish about 7. One night I woke up in
the middle of the night and I heard footsteps on the gravel driveway in front of
our house - 7 steps forward - stop - 7 steps back - 7 forward - stop - 7 back. I wasn't really alarmed by this, but I did feel a little creeped
out! This went on for a while, and finally I went up to the window to look. The
minute I looked out the window, the noise stopped. There was nothing out there.
I went back to bed and never heard it again.
Report
from the Other Side
by Elizabeth K.
In January 1982, I was living in Berkeley, Calif., and a man I was seeing
committed suicide. He was living in a house with my elderly cousin, Homer, and
several of my friends when this happened. He shot himself with my Homer's 38. As
Homer was 80 years old and in poor health, I spoke frankly with him about dying,
and asked if he would relay anything back to me about our deceased friend. He
assured me he would if he could. The following June, Homer died of emphysema. A
few weeks after he died, I was at home in my room with the man I had started
dating in March. It was about three in the morning and we were just sitting up
reading when I noticed two people standing in the corner of the room. I was
riveted and didn't even turn my head as I said to my boyfriend, "Phillip,
look at the corner and tell me what you see." "Why, that's Homer and I
don't recognize the tall guy with him." When I asked him to describe the
tall guy, my boyfriend described exactly what I was seeing. It was Homer and my
former boyfriend that both of us saw. Though Phillip had known Homer, he had
never met my previous boyfriend, nor had he seen any photos of him. To both of
us the ghosts appeared translucent and they didn't speak a word. They just stood
there looking at us for several minutes. I was dumbfounded, and when I recovered
my wits I made some wisecrack about their timing. They were there and then they
were not. I don't recall them fading, just suddenly being gone. Homer and I
shared a house for two years and had quite a few discussions about ghosts and
poltergeists. We had a ghost who played with the light switches and messed with
my stereo, to the point where I taped the switches on and taped the tone arm in
its rest every night. Every morning I found the switch turned off and the tone
arm on the base of the turntable. I thought he was doing it to get my goat, but
eventually became convinced that he was not. I feel very grateful to Homer for
coming back in such a way that I would not doubt my sanity at seeing him. And he
answered a question about what happens to folks who commit suicide. Unless Homer
was also visiting from Hell, my friend didn't go there. I think the Powers That
Be must have much more compassion than religions give them credit for.
Plea
for Help... Too Late
by Lainie M.
My mother lived on a farm in Oklahoma for a few years as a child. At the time of
this event, she was only eight, but much older family members have corroborated
her memory of it. One night in 1950, her large family was awakened very late
when they heard a loud knocking at the front door. When my grandfather answered
the door, there was a young, tired-looking Native American man on the porch. He
was very out of breath and he rasped out a story about a car wreck down the road
and asked if they could come help. The young man then left and my grandfather
followed later in the car with one of his sons. They drove down the road, but
never found any sign of a car wreck, so they returned home, perplexed. The next
morning, there were several police cars down the same road the young man had
pointed out where the supposed wreck was. A young Indian man had been shot the
night before, and they found his body near the road. The face in the paper was
the same as the man who had come to the door. The eerie thing was that his time
of death had been long before the time they had seen him on their porch.
Weird
Ouija Experience
by Redgoddess2069
My friend Jennifer and I decided to stay the night at our friend Tammy's house
to see if we could make a Ouija board ourselves. Since I had never played on a
Ouija board and they had only done it a few times, we decided to try it. We all
sat around and put our fingers on the pointer and started asking simple
questions like, "Who are we speaking to?" "How did you die?" etc. Then
all of a sudden the pointer stopped, and after a few seconds started to spell
out S-A-T-A-N. So my friend asked, "Are we talking to Satan?"
and the pointer shot up to YES. My other friend and I didn't
believe it, so we said to do something to prove that it was really he - something that would really freak us out. Well, my friend lived in a really
small trailer and would heat her house by turning on the burners on the stove.
She had them on when we started and now they were off. She thought that she had
run out of propane, so she just turned the burners off. (This was at like 1:00
a.m.) The next day, she called her dad to come over and fill up her propane
tanks, and her dad told us that she hadn't run out of propane - that someone
had turned off the propane tanks the night before. FREAKY!
Layered
Visions of the Past
by Teresa L.
I was wondering if you have ever researched or written an article on the ability
to perceive the past through items or by being in a specific location. I don't
have any ability to pick up anything by holding objects, but if I go to a house,
I have memories that aren't my own, and they are extremely accurate. I started
to study the brain, and that's when I learned about mitochondria. Mitochondrial
DNA
doesn't "die" when a person does. Hypothetically, it could remain in objects
or places, and some people could "detect" or read these remaining "prints
or images." I have specific examples. I pick up memories that are not my own
and that belong to a certain place. They are in layers. For example, in one
house, I "remembered" a woman who was mourning for her dying parent about 30
years previously, and then went into a more long-ago layer that was 50 or 60
years back. The only way I can describe it to people is like when you look at
those "magic pictures" where you stare for a long time and then you suddenly
see the 3D image. I sort of do that with my brain. It is the only
way I can think of to explain it. But I don't think it is supernatural. I think
that the "sixth sense," in its many forms, is just as natural as the other
five senses. It is just that it scares people.
Startling
Premonitions
by Betty G.
I was standing on my patio when I heard one phrase: "heart attack." Worried
that my elderly mother or aunt was sick, I called to their distant state. Both
were fine. At noon the next day, my husband had a heart attack while riding his
bike. It was a shock to all of us since he was tall and slim and not sick, to
our knowledge. Another experience I had was a "vision." I was trying to go
to sleep, but could not. We had just built an aboveground swimming pool with a
7-foot deep end. My sister and her children, along with my mother, were
visiting. My vision was that I was pulling a dark-haired person out of the pool,
but no one in the house was dark haired. I told my sister and family they could
not swim in the pool that day. Twelve hours later, we got the call telling us
that my sister's husband was presumed drowned in North Carolina. My sister was
separated from him, due to his abuse to her and the children. When asked what
she wanted for their tenth anniversary, she said, "I hope he drops dead." He
was presumed drowned 1-1/2 days before their tenth anniversary, and his body
surfaced in the ocean, half eaten by sharks, on their anniversary. A lot of
people in my family are psychic. One time my husband saved my life because I
didn't drive on a day he told me not to drive. I drove from South Carolina to
New Jersey for my brother-in-law's funeral. My husband had to stay in S.C. to
work. He called me at my mother's house and said, "Don't drive on
Wednesday." My mother thought that was very silly, but I drove home Thursday.
Friday afternoon, while shopping in a store about 10 miles from my house, they
had the radio on and the news said, "The Virginia clinic pharmacy burned, and
the glass building got to within one degree of the melting point of glass." My
job was in the Virginia Clinic Pharmacy. There were no casualties, but had I
been there, I could have been the one overcome by smoke or had other fatal
injuries.
Phantom
Messages
by Dolly L.
After my girlfriend's boyfriend died, he called my phone and left a three-word
message, which I could not make out. It was clearly his voice and it sounded
really far away. The day after he died, my washing machine was pulled out
halfway across the room. He was going to repair it for me, but never had the
time. Also, about a month after our friend's wife died, she left a message on my
computer's Pagoo system, saying it was she. When it was deleted
accidentally, it did not go into the deleted file. It just disappeared.
Seeing
Through Another's Eyes by Stanley V.
There have been several occasions during which I have had paranormal visions. My
mother died suddenly, and several weeks after that I saw her come into my room
at night, sit on my bed and hold my hand. She was weeping. Then she got up and
left. This happened several times until I asked her why she was weeping, but she
didn't speak. I became agitated and she disappeared. That was the last time I
saw her. On another occasion, I was playing chess with the girl from the next
apartment. I was facing the sink and bathroom door and she was facing the living
room and the bedroom door. I was playing black. I had just made my move and was
trying to psyche out her move when I was suddenly aware that I was looking at
the board from the white side - her side - and, looking up, I could see the
bedroom door and the living room behind the figure facing me over the table and
board. I couldn't see myself very well, although the light was very good. I must
have uttered something because she looked up and the contact was destroyed.
My
Father's Warning
by Teresa S.
My father has been dead eight years now, but he still watches over us. My father
and mother divorced when I was about nine years old. He had a heart attack at
the age of 36, had bypass surgery and lived on to the age of 57. Through all
those years, he would try to stop smoking, but didn't. After his death,
sometimes I would smell cigarette smoke in my house. No one that lives here
smokes. My sister and brother also smelled smoke in their homes. My mom told me
she had something strange happen to her. She was watching TV, and a person
appeared near a bookcase in her living room. The person had on blue jeans and a
blue plaid flannel quilted jacket. I still have that jacket my dad wore. I told
my brothers and sisters, "Dad is trying to tell us something, but I don't know
what." That next evening, my mom's husband called and told me my mother had to
go in for heart surgery. They performed a bypass. When I went up to see her the
next day, I saw the doctor who performed surgery on my father 26 years ago. My
father had a lot of respect for Dr. Vitakian. Dr. Johnston was my mother's
surgeon, but Vitakian was there when I was visiting. So I saw the man who had
saved my father's life and my mother's during that hospital visit. And I knew
why we had smelled cigarette smoke.
Childhood
Vision
by RADAR12453
When I was a little girl, I heard stories that an angel-type vision appeared to
my aunt as she lay on her death bed. The first night she saw this vision it
appeared to be quite a ways from her bed. Each night the vision would get closer
to her bed. The next morning she would tell people that the angel was drawing
closer and that once it reaches her bedside she would not awake the next day. As
she had said, each night the vision got closer and closer, and she became worse.
This went on for about one week and everyone was very concerned, as they knew
that on that very night the angel should be at her bedside. As my Aunt Daisey
had said, she died in her sleep. Quite a few years later, I too saw this same
vision as I lay in bed very ill. I remembered the story I had overheard about my
aunt and knew that this was the same vision she had seen. As in the case of my
aunt, the vision got closer each night and the next morning I was worse. One
night it appeared to be a bit further from my bedside, and the next morning I
awoke and was feeling somewhat better. Each night after that, the vision
appeared further from my bedside, and each morning I awoke feeling better until
the vision no longer appeared and I was completely well. I have seen this vision
at other times in my life, and it always seems to be when my life is in turmoil
and seems to get better after I see the vision. I believe this to be my guardian
angel, maybe even the spirit of my grandmother or sister who died before I was
born. Which ever or whatever she might be, I was afraid of her at first, but now
I know she only comes to me when I need a little extra love and caring in my
life.
Vardogger:
My House Ghost
by John B.
I grew up in a 120-year-old house in Illinois, about 60 miles northwest of
Chicago. When my parents bought it, they worked with what my parents describe as
"a mobster type." This mobster guy was very nice to my parents and lived
next door. It turned out that this guy worked closely with Al Capone, and the
house was at one time one of Al's retreat houses. When my parents renovated it,
they found bullet holes behind the walls! I have early memories of sitting on
the stairway and talking and laughing with two children who I named Annie and
Robert. My parents could not see them and, because I was an only child, my mom
thought I was creating imaginary friends. I remember them quite vividly though.
They went away when my mom told me they were not real and I believed her. When I
was a little older, I would lay in my bed and just feel terrified! I couldn't
explain why. I later found out that in the early days of the house, a woman had
died in my room of smoke inhalation during a fire. I feel that dead woman was
there, still frightened of the fire, and she was putting her feelings onto me!
When I turned 13, we started to have some very strange occurrences. It would
happen when someone was waiting for someone else to arrive. My dad worked late
all the time, and I would lay in bed with my mom and watch TV while we were
waiting for him to come home. We would hear the (locked) back door open, shut,
footsteps through the house, the dog would bark like he always did... but
nothing... no one was there! This happened numerous times. I would go downstairs
and check the door, but it was still locked and no dad. Our back door had
a very distinctive sound; there was no mistaking it for someone else's door or
any other sound. Plus, the footsteps were as plain as can be and would always
stop at the foot of the stairs. I never felt in any danger, and when I moved my
bedroom from the room where the woman died, I no longer felt the terrifying
feeling. When my girlfriends spent the night once, we heard the phenomenon when
we were waiting for my uncle to come over and get something. Same old thing...
the door would open and close... sometimes we would even hear the screen door
slam, footsteps going to the room where he was supposed to pick up his
package... but no uncle! My girlfriends finally believed me! Then - and
here's the weird thing - the same event would actually happen about an
hour later or 10 minutes later! It was like we were hearing into the future. My
mom finally found something written about a type of "ghost" called a "vardogger" that made sounds that you were going to hear in the near future.
It also seems to turn up around adolescent girls. She read that this is a type
of ghost that is found most often in Sweden. Come to find out, the guy who built
our house was Swedish. I haven't been back to house for many years. I wonder if
the new owners have experienced anything. I don't know what was the cause - gangsters playing Russian roulette, a dead woman, or a Swedish builder
- but a
lot happened in that house over the years! Do you have any information about
vardoggers?
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