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Its sort of funny, I have not noticed any posts on any of these subjects & I have sort of expected to find some things?
Is it because people have not experienced things of this nature that make them wonder, or is it not somthing that people don't like to discuss - or just that they don't believe in them?
Happens that I do, not just as a matter of faith - but that I have had "experiences" of all 3 mentioned above, maybe?  certainly the first.  Has anyone else here seen or experienced a ghost first hand?  (wonder if the topic should be in polls?). I certainly have - years ago, and the experience for one reason or another has been on my mind a bit lately.
I also had an experience as a child that was especially vivid & does make me wonder a bit about past lives stuff? but this is a bit different to the ghost experience, maybe can be explained by overstimulated flights of fancy/active imagination or somthing?  I am not sure :(
And as a young man on a lonely road (thou safely in my car)  I saw for a short time an animal that I just could not explain (a bunyip maybe?) thou there could be a rational explanation for this also.

Sitting here, thinking about stuff - does anyone else here believe in ghosts?  had any experiences of same they wish to tell of? maybe interested in what I have 2 recount

Rana

Quotemaybe interested in what I have 2 recount

I'm interested. Do tell.

Nero

It concerns my Mum Nero.
 
I had a close relationship with my Mother, and while I got on well with my Dad, he was often away.  And, being a first child - these seem to be classic markers of cross dressing TS etc.  But while this relationship with my Mum was close - I did not feel it could stand her knowing of Rana.  In retrospect its a pity :(

I had long grown up moved away & was married, when we found out my Mother had cancer. One of those seemingly out of the blue things, feel unwell for a while, get sick - see a doctor, see a specialist & get told that you have six months to live - one of those ->-bleeped-<-ty predictions that so often turn out to be exactly right.

After a lot of difficulty I was able to convince my Mum to come & live with us, we could look after her.  She came and stayed,  a sort of doomed magic time and she seemed to get better for a while & then got worse with increasing speed - all I can say was that in the end it was mercifully quick.  Towards the end Mum could not get comfortable in one position for long & at night I would hear her moving around in her bedroom & would lay there  feeling a sort of empty dispair - nothing I could do to help or make it better.

Mum had died and a few nights after the funeral I was lying there half asleep listening to her moving around in her bedroom it was suddenly BANG fully awake, the funeral was three days ago.  I lay there, I'm not sure how long, listening not knowing what to do, then my wife started to wake up saying "whats that?"  "Nothing I said, go back to sleep hun" and she did & it seemed ok so I did as well, despite the noises.

Next night and for a few nights I went and slept in Mum's bed, at night I would think of my childhood - all the good & bad stuff - the stuff we shared as a family & the stuff I kept to myself, about Rana & my worries.  I was conscious in the darkness of a figure next to the bed.   

Now this sounds sort of spooky & maybe scarey even - but it was nothing at all like that - the feeling if anything was comforting & peaceful thou sad.

In retrospect I think my Mum picked up that I was troubled & did not want to leave until she felt that things were OK or at least were considered.

Who knows ?   I think back from time to time about this & I know for cert that I did not imagine it

Rana

Rana,

   I  have many stories,many for which I have no explanation. First off I am a skeptic until something is proven to me. So for me as the psychic world goes, that has always been a part of my life, not chosen. I will share a story though that is I believe would be called an outter body experience. My mother died January 26, 2003. She lived with me and my ex and kids for the last 14 months of her life here in California. I loved her very much and her I, but she never could really accept me for me growing up being the what we all though back then as a "tom boy". She wanted a princees. That I was not. I was adoped. One time she said to me when I was around 15 or so "I thought I adopted a girl, not a boy." It only hurt me because she was so disapointed, not because she veiwed me that way. Anyway, she began to die in my house. Paramedics came, and took her away. As she was leaving on the gurnie, I held her hand for only a moment, and that was the last time I saw her alive. For 10 months I was plaqued with nightmares in which she looked horrible. In one of them she took my hand and led me down a dark concreate hallway. Then she pointed up towards a corner of a smal;l concreate room, and there she was hanging by her neck. I slept with the light on for days after that. I know I felt so much guilt of unresolved issuses, and believe this may have been the cause for all the nightmares. Then on November 29, 2003 this is what happened.

Mom came to me in a dream. I was with someone in the back of a Catholic church. The service had just gotten over. I went outside, to a bench and she came and sit next to me. She hugged me and I did not want to let her go. Whoever was with me could not see her. We went to a room, everything was white. She sat in a chair and I on the floor. I asked her many questions. "Did you see God"? "Yes". "What does he look loke"? "Time". "Is dad there"? She said "yes", but he was grumpy. I thought that odd, but hope it is true. I asked if Nick was there(he was my older brother) she sais "NO". "He is with the one as old as God". She told me she has a long journey still ahead there, always busy. There was someone at the church, a woman who could not see her, so my mom knew her heart was not with God. This upset her, then I understood that mom understood what I believe, the same as her. She saw her mom there, my grandmother. My mom was in perfect health. Then there was this buzzing sound, and she said she had to go. I FELT myself being physically sucked back niot my bedroom, and landing on my bed, in which I threw my eyes wide open and wrote of this accont.

                                          Marco

Quote from: Rana on July 27, 2006, 09:51:00 AM...
picked up that I was troubled
...

That happens on occasion. I called back a puppy of mine who had recently died. She came and set me at ease.


Life is so much more than what is commonly advertised.

Quote from: Kimberly on July 27, 2006, 10:04:46 AM
Life is so much more than what is commonly advertised.

For me the world is weird because it is stupendous, awesome, mysterious, unfathomable; my interest has been to convince you that you must assume responsibility for being here in this marvelous world, in this marvelous desert, at this marvelous time. I want to convince you that you must learn to make every act count since you are going to be here for only a short while; in fact, too short for witnessing all the marvels of it. ~ from "Journey to Ixtlan" by Carlos Castaneda

Yes... what she and he ^^^ said :)

Beautiful stories, Rana and Marco.
Gave me chills, but beautiful. Mothers never really leave us, do they?

Nero

No they don't Nero. Glad you liked my story. It was a trip. (no pun intended)

                                   Marco

Quote from: Nero on July 27, 2006, 10:27:14 AM
Beautiful stories, Rana and Marco.
Gave me chills, but beautiful. Mothers never really leave us, do they?

Nero

Gave you chills too?  I completely agree with what Nero said.

Melissa

Rana,
    You are right. You did not imagine it. She is with you more than you  know.

                                     Marco