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GHOSTS IN MY HOUSE
By Nicole A. Good |
Well, as most of you readers know, I have a vast majority of ghosts in my house, 100 or so, give or take a few on a good day. Halloween night was very eventful. Unfortunately, I didn't get pictures, but don't fret. Pictures will be coming soon because these ghosts are STILL very active AND I'm borrowing a digital camera from my mother.
I'll be taking pictures on and off and, I guess, starting up my EVP recordings again which means I better pick up some tapes!!
I caught at LEAST one ghost smoking in the house which is one of the first rules of my house and I demanded that they take it out side the front door and that it better not happen again or they would not be allowed to return.
Someone else had a wet dog in the house too. I smelled it all day and
all night long. I guess the ghosts had a party and forgot to invite the lady of the house!?!
I watched Ghost Hunters Halloween night and the Waverly Hills Sanitorium would be up my alley, but I'm afraid it would be boring for me, since I have lived with and dealt with the paranormal, both good and evil, for so long I don't think anything could surprise me. If I were a member of the TAPS team I would probably be bored out of my mind investigating all these different places while everyone else anticipates that something is going to happen which is why they get freaked out when something does. I'm sure Jason and Grant would have a blast with my ghosts.
It was 81* in my house Halloween night and it was probably 63* outside. I had the patio door open and my bedroom window open since it's been cool outside at night. I like the fresh air, but it was so hot I had to stick my head in the freezer for a few minutes. I'm trying to conserve some of my electricity, although it would make more sense if I turned off the TV at night instead of leaving it on and falling asleep with it on.
I'm blasting "Monsters of Rock" on my portable CD player and I keep hearing this child call "Mom" "Mom" "Mom!", but it's not my son. It's probably little Bobby again. He's been known to do that once in a while, especially around the holidays. Oh, here's something else for you. I was on the phone with my sister in Ohio yesterday and I could hear yodeling. I had my TV turned down due to a commercial that was on, and the voice was going "yo de oh de oh" and kept repeating it. My sister heard it too. I've also heard someone saying something over the phone. It's not my sister saying it and there's no one else on the phone. It's whispered and hardly understandable. By the time I say, "What?", the voice is gone and I have no way to record my phone calls to get the EVP.
I know I've jumped from topic to topic. You just have to bear with me as I type things as I remember them. It's just easier for me. Most people that I talk to are used to it by now. Certain words or phrases remind me of something so I'll jump from one topic to another one then sometimes go back to the first one.
I think one of the ghosts got squished last night. I felt arms wrapped around me from behind, like how a loving man would wrap his arms around his woman? It was like that and I went to lay down on the sofa and heard this giggle and "Get off me. You're squishing me!!" But he was giggling about it, so I giggled back at him and sat up so he could move. I told him he was the fool that decided to wrap himself around me. It wasn't my fault he didn't let go when I decided to lay down. I want a picture of my "squished" guy. I want to know his name too.
The paranormal group that investigated my house initially is being very difficult. The lead investigator isn't answering his phone, nor is he
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Speaking of which, I must really need to sleep because I've actually seen two apparitions. The first was a girl wearing a white dress but I never saw a face or hair or anything. I saw about 3/4 of her. The second I didn't really want to see because he was wearing a black cloak and I really don't need any more negative entities in my life at this point. I saw 3/4 of him as well, just as a flash, but it was enough for me to know what I saw. And of course the investigator STILL hasn't called me back on that one either. I'm very disappointed at this point and ready to just call someone else. I have an open portal in my house and, until it's closed, more are going to come in and the others are going to come and go as they see fit.
HELPFUL HINTS for recognizing if an entity lives in your home - these are things to pay attention to:
1. Smells (cigarette/cigar smoke), perfumes, colognes, lotions, any smell
that doesn't smell familiar to your surroundings.
2. Take pictures; if an orb (a generally small round white ball of light) is in the picture, it might be an entity. Look closely and make sure you don't see any legs or wings because insects tend to look like orbs too.
3. Sounds; get a micro cassette recorder and micro cassettes and record in the middle of the night and play it back the next day to see what you hear. I often hear bangs, crashes, voices, doors opening and closing. Or
do what TAPS does, ask questions and leave about 10-20seconds between questions for an answer.
4. Movement of objects. If you have noticed the movements of certain objects, i.e. jewelry, wallets, keys, etc, chances are you have a spirit. Ghosts like to move things just to try to get you to pay attention to them, They want you to know that they are around you and if you say out loud to them, "I know that you are nearby and are wanting my attention but I really need my things so I can on with my day. Would you please return my..." and then mention the things that have moved out of your view, your chances of finding the articles are higher than if you destroy your house trying to look for them.
#5 Temperature changes. We are getting more into winter like weather lately and as such we are starting to use our heaters. If you feel a cool spot in your house from somewhere other than around a drafty door or window or air vent, it's possible that you may have a spirit in your residence. Don't be afraid. This is YOUR residence, YOUR domain, you lay down the rules, you say what goes in your home!
HELPFUL TIPS on communicating with spirits:
1. Be a "safe zone" - a friendly person to the spirit(s). Let them know that you understand that they are confused and need help and that you are willing to help them in any way you can (even if that means contacting the local paranormal group for help).
2. Lay down the rules of the house, be firm but fair. Make sure if you have kids to tell the spirit(s) that they may not leave marks on the children and that if they do, there will be firm and strict consequences - i.e. removal of the spirit from the residence.
3. Listen carefully; turn off the TV and radio and just sit down and listen to see what you can hear. Sometimes you can often hear them talking to one another or trying to get your attention by saying something over and over again. This is a good time to get out the micro cassette recorder and put it on record.
That's it for this session, tune in next time for more tips!!
If you would like to chat with Nicole, you can reach her at
Nicole197698@juno.com | |
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It was such a honey-laden day with the Nile River flowing beneath my feet; the current combining the sweet grasses with the collection of papyrus that existed centuries ago.
I was on an excursion that was filled with nostalgia and joy as I re – membered the wonderous opportunity of the Egyptian Nile in my blood. I was overjoyed to be seated on the feluccas that housed our life for the 4 days we sat contained on these wonderful uni-sailed boats drifting through the Nile waters in contemplation and ecstasy.
It was about the third day out that one of my friends asked me if I would “heal” the sight of a blind man. Though I do energy work and know that I am able to shift the vibration of others to create a new perspective of what “Is”, I know that we are each able to bring this about for ourselves.
So, I set my energy to bring a sense of well-being for this 70 year old man who held himself in complete trust of my work. I really don’t know how much “time” passed between this lovely older man and me. I do know that the sun was hot, the grass was so green and I could hear the cows lowing in the background. We stood on the shore of the Nile, on his farm land, surrounded by his children and a few of my friends from the trip. It was an idyllic setting.
When I was complete (I felt) and he was no longer registering anything that was unusual in a physical body, I looked at his face. There was a white, wet, dripping substance coming from his eyes. His voice was proclaiming “Humdalah”! I asked ~ “What does this mean?” It means, “Praise the Lord!” Though I knew that only several thousand years ago, Jesus the Christ had walked the self-same valleys, the value of what had been accomplished was overwhelming.
This was not the end as when I began to recount the experience to those around me at the time, they assured me that the they had seen nothing; the experience was all mine. Or was it! I do know that the wonderful Egyptian man in blue experienced the same as I. So who was hidden from the view?
As the day progressed, I thanked those around for their participation. Without exception, I received the same answer. “What are you talking about?” was the consistent reply. I soon became aware that what I had experienced was on a different plane (dimension) than what others had seen. Or was it outside their frame of reference and, therefore, unseen by them?
Much later, I spoke with one of the attendees of this miraculous event. He admitted to seeing it and experiencing the healing of this beautiful Egyptian man. He told me that he did not want to admit seeing it because it was so far out of his belief in *how things are*. And then, with a shy smile, he said, "It's okay to tell you this now. I have changed since then".
Quantum physics is proving that we each create our own reality. This experience stands out in my life as one of those in which each reality was a true creator-created event. |
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MY INCIDENT WITH A LIGHT SPHERE
By Annie Mayo |
Before I turned 10 years old, I had a strange experience. At that time our family lived in Honolulu, Hawaii., in some navy housing. My Dad, who had gone out to sea, was not home then. That year I was already the oldest of three kids and my Mom was in her third trimester of pregnancy with a fourth child. My sister, who was still a toddler, slept in a crib in another room near my Mom. My brother and I each had our own rooms.
As you stood in the doorway of my bedroom, you could see two large sets of windows together, straight across the room. Against the left wall, there was a chest of drawers standing in the middle of it. In the corner of the left wall (and the window wall), I also had a small dresser with mirrors. There were two twin beds, heads against the right wall, with a small night stand separating them. The right side of the doorway had a small separating partition that stuck out into the room a couple of feet. That little partition was also part of (on the other side of it) a long closet that ran the length of the room, parallel to the beds. The closet had bi-fold doors along it. The twin bed, closest to the closet, was the bed I always slept in.
I need to describe the windows a bit, as it has bearing on my story. The windows were composed of glass shutters. Each pane of frosted glass, I remember, felt very "bumpy" and had a lot of texture to them. I could open or close all the panes together, by pulling or pushing a metal lever up and down. When the windows were closed, no one was able to see through them. I also had some light decorated curtains hung across the windows.
One particular evening, the whole family had gone to bed, and all was quiet. Although my bedroom was dark, I could still make out the different articles and furniture in my room by the moonlight diffusing in through the windows. I didn’t go to sleep for a long time. I don’t recall how long I lay there, but just as I was starting to get sleepy, something suddenly caught my attention and jerked me wide awake.
Across from my bed, on the wall above the small dresser, I saw car headlights reflecting on it. They wildly crisscrossed around for a couple of seconds, as if a car was turning the corner outside and the lights were reflecting into the room. I didn’t think much of it until I suddenly remembered that my bedroom didn’t face any street, so it couldn’t have been headlights. In fact, my room faced a small tapered cliff, which leveled out on top into a huge field and playground.
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