What got you into the paranormal?

Why isn't anyone posting here anymore?

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i almost made you my foe!

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Lol thanks, Ellroy . hehehehe

I'm just posting this here to bump my thread. If it is against the rules, sorry .

Very interesting video!

What got me started was that TV show called "The X-Files." I don't know why it sparked such an interest with me, but it did, and I began reading massive amounts of information regarding the subject.

Having a large number of odd and unexplainable things occur in my life is what got me into the paranormal.
Although some would argue that being a scorpio it is nearly impossible to avoid paranormal things. Either way, here I am still trying to understand so many things that most people think are strange or unnatural.
I will continue to research until perhaps someday I can understand it all.

Yeah I used to watch the X-files too, but I actually found the books more interesting.

An evangelist convention and my cousins' taunting!!

I was 8 years old when my relatives in Califorina took my family to an evangelist convention, my mind was filled with fear of the devil, demons, the endtimes, and death!!!

I swear they preach some of the scariest thing in there, and then my cousins taunting of the devils presence didn't help me much either (their the super catholic group).

Looking back I'm thankful for them, because I would of experienced such great experience of the paranormal. However, it was a terrible experience at first, living in fear of the presence of the dark and unknown. It wasn't until I was 12 that I got pass fear of the dark, fear became curiousity, and that plunged me into a world of the paranormal, I soaked as much as I can online.

Fast foward 6 years, and I experienced everything from ghost sighting, ufo sighting, OBE, telekinesis, shadow sightings, and so much more!! Then I realize during the course that it was fate, I mean my first ghost sighting was when I was 5 years old, and my mom side of the family has a long history of the paranormal. My aunt can see her dead sister and talk to her, my uncle is her witness.

It was a wonderful experience, I've spiritually grown greatly, i'm currently trying to write a pamphlet about everything I've learned and I appreciate life that much more, but my busy college life, is kind of detering everything I worked for.

I only have a couple of experiences, one bad and one good (I guess)

BAD

I’m reminded of the Blood, Sweat and Tears song, “When I Die.” It has a line, “I can swear there ain’t no Heaven and I pray there ain’t no Hell.” It was just a night a couple was over visiting us, we were talking about Revelations and the Antichrist, and the other man and I went out in the dark to get something out of his car. As soon as the darkness hit me I got cold – frigid cold (not easy in the summer in Florida). As we walked to his car I got colder, very weak, and chills were running up and down my spine – and I mean up, and down, and up, and down, in a rhythm. A few steps before we got to his car I was exhausted, and so cold my teeth were chattering. I was trying to chalk it up to the emotion of the discussion we were having when the other guy paused at his car and asked it I felt alright. “What do you mean” I asked? He said, “I am so weak I can hardly walk, and I’ve got cold chills running up and down my back that are so intense my teeth are chattering.” I just yelled, “Let’s go!” We ran to the house as fast as our exhausted bodies would carry us, as the rhythm of the chills got faster, more intense, I got weaker, and my teeth chattered more and more intensely. As soon as we finally reached the door and opened it to the light, I felt totally normal. I wasn’t cold, no chatter, and I had my normal strength and energy back. Whatever got into us both was totally evil, and I hope I never experience that again EVER!

GOOD (I guess)

Six years ago I had a close relative who was dying with cancer almost a thousand miles away. One day I was out at one of our military test ranges (I work for the Air Force) and went in a test van with four other men. After we had been in there for awhile I was all of a sudden hit by an overpowering smell of cyprus. The smell immediately invoked a mental image of “my room” at my cousin’s house. My room was an exterior bedroom that had cyprus panel walls. It stayed shut up when I wasn’t there, so by the time I would visit a time or two a year the smell of the wood would be extremely intense when I first opened it up. The smell that day in the van was just as intense if not more so. I looked around to see where it was coming from but didn’t see a fresh wood source in the van or outside. I ignored it for awhile, but after it kept getting stronger minute by minute I finally asked, “Where’s that smell coming from?” Everyone looked at me like an idiot and replied, “What smell?” I was the only one that smelled it. It went on for three or four more minutes, and then suddenly vanished. Months later my cousin passed away, and I later learned she did something before she died that had an extreme negative impact on me. A few months after that I had that smell hit me again, and I learned a few days later that someone else did something negative in relation to my cousin the day that smell hit me again. Out of curiosity, I pulled some old records and found that the original negative thing that was done to me by my cousin occurred on the same day I smelled that cyprus smell in the van. I think with all my heart the smells were sent to me by my cousin’s mother (my aunt) who was like a second mother to me. I think she was letting me know that in spite of what happened, she loves me and was with me.

That's a good story, Flabama. Kepp the stories coming people, you're all getting a bit slack lol

Hello Mad....( love the new avatar!) I'll give you a bump, and elaborate on my earlier post, if I may.

As I said before, my Grandmother was pretty much my source of interest in the paranormal. She told wonderful ghost stories, stories about the wee people, and stories about relatives that had visions. She had a thousand and one superstitions (charms to ward off evil, bring good luck, etc), and she read tea leaves. ( and coffee grounds as well.)

You don't see all that much about reading tea leaves, so I did a little more research. It's a form of divination, ( tasseography ), as it is sometimes called, and it is apparently an ancient Chinese practice that spread to Europe with nomadic gypsies in the mid-1800s. I believe it's somewhat similar to Tarot reading, both depending on the skill or ability of the reader.

"To read someone's tea leaves, you must prepare a cup of tea with loose tea leaves. A small, white cup with no designs or patterns on the inside walls is ideal. Have the querant drink the tea, leaving a minute amount of liquid in the bottom of the cup, as well as some tea leaves. Holding the cup in the left hand, he or she should slowly swirl the contents of the cup around three times clockwise. Try to make sure that the leaves are moved towards the rim of the tea cup. Then the querant should place the cup upside down on the saucer, holding it there for 7 seconds while letting the fluids drain. When the tea cup is placed right side up again, the handle should be facing the reader while he or she interprets the symbols and images."

www.mojomoon.net...

This is almost exactly the way I remember my Gradmother doing it! And she did it every morning before she left the table. Going through the 'ritual' of swirling and turning the cup, then looking for 'pictures' in the bits that stuck to the sides was great fun to me, but if she saw something ominous in that cup, she took precautions.
www.soyouwanna.com...
www.teausa.com...

I did find another post on ATS that mentions reading tea leaves

Thread: www.abovetopsecret.com...
Post by member, "Watcher of the Watchers"

..... my great grandmother used to read the tea leaves and give readings for people that came to visit her, she was a wardrobe mistress at a theater, but read the tea leaves as its part of her background/heritage,

My Grandmother, a GYPSY? Turn your clothes inside out to ward off bad luck, or 'evil eye'.......so many things I've remembered make me wonder, even though I would have thought her family didn't fit the proper 'ethnic' background. Maybe there were things we (me and my cousins) were never told?

Originally posted by frayed1
Hello Mad....( love the new avatar!) I'll give you a bump, and elaborate on my earlier post, if I may.

Thanks Frayed, TheB1ueSoldier made my avatar for me.
Maybe there were things your family never told you, I think you should ask your parents if your grandmother was/is a gypsy, and see if they can shed some light on the matter. I've enjoyed your stories a lot so far, they're in my top 10 .



[edit on 13/03/07 by MAD Hatt3r]

Originally posted by MAD Hatt3r
If you're reading this, what got you into the paranormal, I would like to here about your experience(s)

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This is what got me interested in the paranormal.

When I was about 3 or 4, I was asleep in my room when I woke up suddenly, and I had a feeling that I was being watched, I felt scared out of my mind, I have no idea why, but I was just plain terrified. After what seemed like hours, the feeling subsided and a I screamed out for my Mother.
Imagine that feeling, your 3 years old, your asleep on the bottom bunk of your bed, and the room's pitch dark, and you just know your about be hurt or die.
My mum backed this story up for me, telling me details that I forgot, she told me that the reason she didn't think I just had a nightmare, was because of the look on my face, she said I looked like I was about to faint, I was pale and sweating and I refused to sleep in that room EVER again. We moved interstate a year later.


My other major experience was about 2 years after we moved. My Grandmother was in hospital with anorexia nearly all the time when I was young, and when I went to visit her, she had a friend called Merly who was nearly 93 years old. She used to sit there and play and talk to me for hours , and go walking around the hospital with me and such. After my grandmother was discharged (I was 5 or 6 at the time) Merly died...
Anyway, before we even got the news, my mum said she came in my room to check on me one night, when I suddenly sat bolt up right and started talking to the corner of my room, my mum kept asking me what I was doing, but I just kept talking. After this finished I just layed back down and fell asleep again.
The next morning my mum got the phone call about Merly, just as I went to sit down for breakfast, my mum broke the news to me.
But all I said was, "I know mum, I was talking to her last night and she told me she was in a better place now and that she will always watch over me."

All this was told to me by my mum, and some bits I remember for myself.

Those were the major experiences in my life, I've had a few minor ones, like seeing what looked like a Grey staring at me through my car window when we pulled over on a deserted road one night.

Anyways, thats my life story, what's yours?

[edit on 13/03/07 by MAD Hatt3r]

Hi!
Just stopping by to say thanks for your comments in my thread here and your story is interesting also! Check back at my thread because I've commented on something that relates to you but for anyone to understand this , yet, other coincidence, they would have to read over my posts in that thread to see it.

Werewolves. I've always loved werewolves so I decided to do research on them past the Hollywood mythos. Eventually I stumbled onto information about otherkin, skinwalkers, therians and totem animals so I dug deeper into those topics which led to meditation, energy healing and wicca. One thing led to another and I began to develop an interest in anything paranormal.