Please share your paranormal & ghost experiences!!

a reply to: wutzizname

Fear of the unknown is different than the known. It's somewhat difficult to rationalize paranormal experiences whereas a terrorist threat or that local nutter can be easily comprehended as dangerous. I've often wondered if culture plays a role in those "next steps" of reaction or if it's the individual and my conclusion is it's a bit of both.

I also find little to no emotional or psychological issues before an experience whether personal or taking others experiences into account. Except when it comes to things like kundalini or other spiritual/religious experiences. In those cases people seem to be stuck in a fight or flight mode expecting a sign or something around every corner. It's almost never healthy for the individual yet I'm not so quick to pinpoint the experiences as psychological distress or a bona fide supernatural experience.

All I can say about that side of things is it's not my cup of tea, but it is a madness that can be tapped.

a reply to: RAY1990

If it wasn't then that's good because a lot of spiritualist when mentalism was all the rage used such methods/techniques.

One would have to ask were they bored, was it a hobby, was it profitable?

Faith has the problem of make/force belief as a hindrance; Otherwise there would be no stopping it as an accepted valid reality instead of wishful thinking.

originally posted by: crowf00t
a reply to: RAY1990

If it wasn't then that's good because a lot of spiritualist when mentalism was all the rage used such methods/techniques.

One would have to ask were they bored, was it a hobby, was it profitable?

Faith has the problem of make/force belief as a hindrance; Otherwise there would be no stopping it as an accepted valid reality instead of wishful thinking.

Contention is often present when examining issues like the paranormal... because the subjectivity of the topic opens the door to literally millions of theories --- all of which have a 50/50 chance of being spot on, or completely incorrect.

I suppose, that's the attraction; "MY theory could be right !!! ... and at the end of the day, who really has the authority to put those theories through scrutiny? "... they ask.

a reply to: wutzizname

It is or it inst is often too late or too long when more than one individual is asking another for verification

like let me know if as a driver to a passenger is an absolute no no but that chicken crosses the road or attempts too a lot but why would someone so called help? The accident would be on their side of the vehicle.

Knowing requires no waste of not knowing lingering about

originally posted by: crowf00t
a reply to: wutzizname

It is or it inst is often too late or too long when more than one individual is asking another for verification

like let me know if as a driver to a passenger is an absolute no no but that chicken crosses the road or attempts too a lot but why would someone so called help? The accident would be on their side of the vehicle.

Knowing requires no waste of not knowing lingering about

Is one asks for verification, it's usually because they have a pre-determined list that resides comfortably within their subjective 'realm of possibilities'.

And if it so happens that the information provided as verification doesn't fit that pre-determined list, the information provider is forced to persuade --- and who has time for that ?

a reply to: crowf00t


Crowf00t Crowf00t, where shall I begin.

"Lesser vehicles"

The lesser vehicle is what you are really pitying as they are new and not really empty enough to see what fourth season elders have went in search for some say god in a division and some say source in avoiding that god word.

and "fourth season elders" which I presume are the masters.

Those 'lesser vehicles" are us in the here and now.

So I'll explane something about those ascended masters; 'What Is, 101 - a crash course'.

They are the same as you and I, or a dead kid.

The equaliser is our memory. We all have one. It grows like a snowflake, and yes it is water based.



The memory is also a part of a greater memory, that be the Earth's.

This memory is also called 'the soul'.

Now those arms are our talents, music and such. They grow from life to life.

With trauma the growing tips turn black. The black is misery. That is where our suffering is in life. One learns all this when one learns to heal the dead. To heal trauma in a dead kid, is to heal the trauma in memory. Not an easy task to turn those growing tips from black to blue so they begin to grow again.

What those ascended masters have done is fix it so their memory, their soul, is perfectly free of misery by skiping out on life.

They have an unblemished soul , so what. They still have a memory the same as us, which is still a part of the Earth's greater memory.

The masters cannot loose their memories which like jigsaw puzzle pieces join with everyone else's. They cannot leave the earth.

Where the human soul is two dimensional, the Earth's soul in comparison is 3D.

Those guys like Kahoomi and Maitreya may be unblemished by life's miseries, but they had to sacrifice the "lower vehicle" to do it. They skipped out on life.

And that my friend, is why they think our suffering is unimportant.



Perhaps I should mention that the lower vehicle as it is called, is what creates memories, what creates soul.

If you can't build new memories by living, there is not much else you can do but live within what you have.

The only way I know to get around that problem is to do it by getting the living to interact with them and have the living create new memories of the masters.

That is why they need us far more than we need them.

If we forgot about them, they will be left behind.




What one needs to understand is the human soul, the snowflake memory, can die. That happens when all the growing tips are traumatised and go black.

Then to live again is to open the soul's wounds to pain. We have no desire to live when that happens.

Desire is the ticket into the desire world where we live and create memories which in turn is the creation of soul.

That us why I stay here tending to dead kids, and do my best to alleviate their sorrows. I want them to live again and not in misery.

Science often walks hand in hand with religion, adhering to established norms, laws, and a quest for control.

Conversely, spirituality and the enigmatic journey through the paranormal unveil a sacred, profoundly personal experience that touches us all. It unfolds as a tapestry of chaos, boundless creativity, and enigmatic unpredictability.

Both paths can unveil enlightenment or reveal the profound mysteries that lie in the shadows. We navigate this mystical realm with our senses as our guide, following an ethereal compass shaped by our beliefs and the tapestry of experiences woven through our years on this earthly plane. These experiences blend the roles of both learner and teacher, influenced by our internal reactions to the enigmatic landscapes of our mental and physical realms. Here, awareness blooms as we attune to the hidden currents and the mystical intentions that guide our voyage.

a reply to: NobodySpecial268

Ok heres the easy way

Indian yoga kid seen as a special greater vehicle India
Then it went into the upper into Korea as lesser when both had equal in yes that it... then Korea was maha and then china lesser, however India then went diamond and wished to be somewhere else to learn it as in the land the customs South America you know tales of wolf boy/monkey boy etc in Europe? China of course grasped it then went north into the Himalayas as greater lesser and Korea went to Japan as Greater lesser when Ramansim broke out to the west etc all that in the Victorian times as it it were new when in fact it was the press that was new and not campfire takes etc of both actual path and legend of those more interested in what they really shouldn't be currently that same lord sits as an incarnation above a land of the dead Cambodia the lesser Thailand and more India sort of accurate to his beginnings Laos watching all there at once.

He wont return because of the conflict that arose in Vietnam but hasn't really left Vietnam is more of a Jainism Shinto that is Korean based.

So when speaking of greater lesser etc when the Americas etc still have mixed messages as there is Crucifixion in the two southerns as Brazil sees them self historically as part of the Americas from ocean trade, piracy and the like.

Maybe this makes a little more sense? Same lord as always but patience or practice and equal in some's mind as that practice and equal they have but how many times or not who knows as actual path is practice to equal not actually follow in curiosity other than what was that lords path? If it was breathing what was the posture etc not the where is he now business as that is the use abuse and profit slave hell side of all of that instead of transcending all of that with actual practice or stuck in the all the senses entangle with as an infinite without a seeming beginning middle or end.

Think of it like the duck duck goose game if one feels raced rushed or catching them self rushing and they would be able to stop and realize in a self moment of what am I doing in a sort of midsummer night dream situation or acting like the proverbial blind ass in the desert. Fortunately then such a fool hearty stops then and there but not every one will get it that there really is nothing to be won in life already having attained it at birth.

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a reply to: crowf00t

A bit over my head, and the metaphors I didn't understand. Are you saying how philosophies (religions) spread over the land? Not everyone pays attention to the philosophies here in the land of the living, and far fewer in the land of the dead.

The land of the dead is a lot like a city here. The Masons have their halls and do their masonic things in there. They are polite people who ignore me in the street. The Catholics have their churches and cathedrals, and there are other buildings too. Once you get out of town, one is in the wilds.

You mentioned Dante and his inferno previously. His being guided through hell by Virgil. Yes, the hells of the Catholics are grand affairs, and exist below the churches. Dante would have visited one of the cathedrals to see that. They are finite limited things when seen from outside. Vast from inside. Constructs nevertheless.

The American evangelist churches are modest in comparison. One church in Idaho was disused and all that remained below the church was an almost empty hell. Just one poor dead fella who thought he was a sinner. I spoke to him and told him he could get out if he wanted. Once he realised he could walk out, he was gone. No different from drowning victims. People who have drowned lose their sense of direction. All one has to do is get their attention and point up, and they are gone. That is all it takes to help the drowning victims.

The homes of the philosophies exist out there. They are everything from within, and just places from outside.

We need a ghost story to stay on topic, so here is another one.

The "Alice" of my ATS avatar is a modern American (deceased) girl from the south. She is the oldest of the ones I care for. Early in our friendship, she thought I belonged in heaven and tried to convince me to go there. The dear young lady spent the better part of a day at my workplace, pestering me non-stop.

I gave in, and was treated to the view of the gates of heaven. Wooden ones and not pearly. Two Roman centurion looking guards.

The guards just stood there saying nothing, and did not open the gates for me.

Alice was devastated, and I was not surprised.

You see, Alice did not realise I am still alive.

a reply to: NobodySpecial268

The land of the living and the land of the dead are the same depending on the level of time keeping some keep no time at all and commune together and there are institutions that go both ways of if you've realized you are in such a state keep doing as you did when alive if not then maybe one day night or whatever it will occur that one is... the reason time is important is one can lose all the hard earned business they have worked for rather easily and it takes great strength to forge it and go it alone knowing it. Otherwise it is back into the cycle of birth and death which is really exactly the same meaning too many steps were taken in fooling oneself or another that eventually they will have to go it alone without the aid of anyone else. Having accomplished that? Then one really truly has what is known as a "self".

a reply to: crowf00t

I'll tell another ghost story that gives an insight into otherworld time, one little girl's strength, and the so-called cycle of birth and rebirth.

One day I saw a photo of a Berber girl and her mother. That kid had a look in her eyes that was disturbing. Those eyes haunted me for the next week. Then I found out what had happened, for the Berber girl's spirit turned up here at my home.

The young Muslim lady stated matter-of-factly she was looking for a tall flame and I was it. My thoughts at the time were a 'tall flame' was perhaps a type of Jinn. The girl must have been mistaken, for I am not a Jinn.

Bossy diminutive young ladies are adorable, so she can stay since she insisted with a determined look.

So over the next few weeks we find her an actual 'tall flame' which is not me. But that was not the end of her demands. The next demand was that I marry her. I only had one wife.

"How old are you?"

"Of marriage age."

She stuck to that.

Some investigation turned up that she suicided rather than become a child bride to some old man. Now we were getting somewhere.

What had happened is rather than marry that man, she killed herself. Muslim law states that one cannot enter Paradise if one suicides. So the deceased young lady "lived" in an afterlife village of her people and not in paradise. A problem for many Muslim girls.

Time catches up even with those who suicide. That old man eventually died and turned up at her afterlife village. The problem for her was as far as he was concerned she was still his property.

So in desperation, she decided to get me involved whether I wanted to or not.

He was a brute of an animal, and had two or three Jinn. He simply took over the village.

The young lady had put me in the position of having to 'solve' her problems for her. The obvious way was for me to protect her, but that won't do her any good at all. She would still be the victim in need of protection.

So the solution was for her to take a stand against him, and that is what we did.

Suffice it to say, compacts between magicians and jinn cannot be interfered with. There are repercussions. But one can separate the jinn from the man for a time.

The man alone was not even a match for the young lady and her tall flame. So we watched over her and made sure he could not call upon his Jinn. She stood her ground and killed him, and I am so very proud of her.

In the company of her tall flame, the Berber girl's parting words to me were; "I like him more, than I like you". (I guess as far as marriage goes, I am off the hook.)

That deceased kid now rules her afterlife village, and other Muslim girls who suicide find their way there.

Today, while reminiscing, the young lady turned up here once again. She wants to get married still, but in another life to come, and I am invited to her wedding.

You see, the Berber girl had a desire to fall in love and marry, have children of her own and a happy home. Even after her bad experience, she still wants to make that dream come true.

I often say that the ticket into the desire world is a desire. That young lady will stay at her afterlife village until her desire is strong enough, and then she will be reborn. All my (deceased) wards have a dream of their own.

Life brings joy as well as sorrow. If we let misery overwhelm us, we won't come back. That is the challenge for me, to help them overcome their trauma, so they don't waste away and disappear.

Everyone in this world has a desire they want to fulfil, they would not be here otherwise. So we can see that achieving that desire is the most important thing in the world for them. Once we achieve our own, we can begin to help others. My own challenge was to reunite "Alice" with her fairy. They were parted many years ago.

Not everyone sees the world as the Buddhists do, as a prison to escape from. If the Buddhist really does not want to return, he needs only to have no desires. That would include the desire of not coming back.

So a couple years ago I was walking to the nearby gas station at night to get some smokes. At the time I lived in a somewhat remote/industrial area and there usually weren't any people out at 3 AM. On the way I noticed what seemed like a human figure dressed in black standing at the bus station. As I approached, I noticed that it's perfectly still, no motion and it's looking in my direction. And something wasn't right about it - it's difficult to put into words, it was like a strong eerie feeling, something was very odd about it.

So I kept walking because I need my smokes. When I got really close I noticed - to my horror - that it doesn't have a face. It's the weirdest thing - it wasn't a black void or just skin without features as you see in horror movies, it somehow was impossible to see their face.

I lit up a cigarette and kept walking.

Now I'm really scared but thank God for auto-pilot, I just walk by it. At the moment I'm passing it, it touched my shoulder, I turn towards it (still not being able to see a face) and it gestures towards where its mouth should have been in a way that one asks for a cigarette.

I said that it's my last one (it was) and turned and walked away.

I chose a different route on the way back, obviously. When I was nearing my apartment building, just across the intersection, I notice the #er crossing the street towards my home. The weirdest thing was that it wasn't walking like a normal human would, it was sort-of sliding with its feet along the ground, ankles-deep in the pavement.

I know for sure that ghosts are real now.

Ive posted this before, so this ghost story you may have read:

Dusk, late spring 1994. Me and two friends had just got a slab of beer and sat down on a log in a park, cracked the first beers, and only after a sip we saw the shaddpw of some dude running up the street, because we were kids we hid our beers. When the guy whos shaddow it was came into view, the three of us were a bit perplexed, the guy was dressed in total 70;s style jogger, eben the shoes. 94 was peak sneeker where even people who didnt jog they still had AirMax on their feet.

we watched this guy run up the street and then he vanished into thin air, but his shaddow was still on the wall jogging along until the dhadow met with the shadow of a tree and kinda merged with it.

We were not on drugs, and only has a couple of sips of our first beers. We spoke about it and joked about our beers being spiked.

I posted about it on a local paranormal group just to see if nyone else seen the guy. One person said that the park gave her the creeps, but she never saw the guy (and her being part of the gentrification crowd I just dismissed her as a scumbag who should not be in my old hood).

Another person asked: but do ghosts have shaddows?.

Gazing into the mirror, my reflection disappears.
She steps forward and smiles, my love lost so long ago.
Her hands reach up, her palms upon the glass.
Our hands nearly touch.
Then her fingers interlace with mine, then mine with hers.
The boundaries are breached, she pulls herself across and into me.

I was maybe 10 or so. Mom, dad , sister and I recently moved into older house. ( No idea on age really, but older). Other strange things occurred there as well. But most memorable was laying downstairs alone in den watching TV. All bedrooms were upstairs. Everyone else asleep. I'm laying on the sofa watching something when I feel fingers I guess massaging? my head. Like one of those wire deal messagers that looks like a whisk would be like. I panicked and surely set some kinda record making it upstairs to my bed. I still wonder if I'd stopped to look...

Took a tour of Greyfrairs Kirkyard in Scotland few months ago. No real "experience" to speak of. But have never experienced such a just heavy/weighted feeling being somewhere before. Got to go into the Covenantors Prison that is normally locked and off limits. Just felt sad and watched the entire time. Also got to experience the real " Black Mausoleum" famous for poltergeist activities.

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I was going to bed one night, and had been lying down for only a few minutes. Suddenly, and without warning, my closet door flies open by itself

Okay so I have a few but I'll give you the first and last experiences.

I don't know how old I was exactly but under 7 years old, lying in bed one night and with my bedroom being in the corner of the hallway the wall started immediately along the left hand side and my parents room off to the right. When all the lights, except my parent room, were off the rectangle of the doorway was cast on the wall outside my room. One night I woke up and saw this but then a shadow stepped into the doorway and cast on the wall was what I described it as looking like an old world shepherd, long hair and beard with what looked like long robes or a cloak but no crook or staff. My parents were convinced it was a dream.

Fast forward to the year 2000, I was 23 and living in Edinburgh, I was taking a short cut down an old town pend from the Royal Mile to a bar on the Cowgate as a Ghost Tour group were coming up towards me, so I stepped into a doorway. After frightening the life out of a few people on the walk who hadn't seen me so we're shocked seeing me standing there. Once they passed, as I stepped out the doorway, the lights came on inside the doorway I was standing in and I saw the IDENTICAL shadow...

It was my own with shoulder length hair, a goatee and an ankle length duster coat on. It really gave me the chills.

Sadly my 1 year old Jack Russel Terrier passed away from a heart attack at the vets at around 5am yesterday morning. A few minutes before the call, an elastic ferret lead hanging on the back of my door swung back and forth twice then stopped, as if it made contact with something, roughly the height of poor Becks' head.