Saturday, October 31, 2009

All Hallow's Eve

Well, it's Halloween, I would be remiss if I neglected a post today/tonight... so here it is.

Honestly it's been fairly quiet, I was at my neighbor's house last night, as usual there were things vying for my attention over there, I was alone, watching TV, a couple of times I could see movement in the hallway, nothing too wild though. Then on 2 occasions, I saw a spark of light, too bright to be mere reflections. I saw them in a pretty short period of time and they happened in nearly the same place. Don't know what those were, they were different from what I usually see over there.

Halloween isn't really a big deal, for me it's Halloween every day, at least that's what I think other people might think of my life. Of course, on Halloween, it's OK to talk about ghosties and goulies, no one looks at you sideways when discussing these things, least of all on this night.

So now I go home from a quiet day working the Country Store. Had a bunch of Halloween candy, you know the really cheap stuff that you used to hate seeing in your bag at the end of the night... ;)
There aren't many children out here so I figured it wouldn't matter THAT much, a few people took some of the candy, perhaps it will remind them of their childhood on All Hallow's Eve.
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Saturday, October 24, 2009

Shadow Person Sighting

Just a quickie tonight, I worked at the Country Store today (Saturday), I was talking to a friend, he owns property in the neighborhood but doesn't live here, just visits on occasion, maybe the lure of the neighborhood will convince him to visit more often. We have interesting spiritual discussions, these discussion are too few and far between. but it is just how it works out. Anyhoo, we were sitting on the front porch chatting about our latest ghost related subjects, I could see into the store, no one was in the store. I kept seeing a shadow person walking back and front of the drink cooler. I figured my friend would want to know what I seeing right then so I mentioned it. He seemed to be a bit excited about it, he kept looking in the store, trying to see it I think. I did see it again several times after that, each time I would look away from my friend and looked in the store window, he wanted to know if I saw it again. :)

My friend is very observant, especially about people and human interaction, I suspect because of the type of work he did. It was important for him to be able to tell if the people he interacted with on a professional basis were telling the truth, and I believe that many of them were probably highly motivated to lie, or at least stretch the truth from time to time. I'll not go any further in that, but let's just say that it's interesting to interact with my friend as he learns about how much I see into the spiritual world. My friend asked me if things like that ever scared me, and honestly the answer is no, living people scare me more, these shadow beings and other things such as this are no threat to me. Sometimes I get startled, but even that is a fairly rare occurrence any more.

To describe what it looked like, it was short, perhaps 3-4 feet tall, the height of a child, I could see the rounded top of the head, but no other features like shoulders and such. It looked like a very solid, 3D shadow that was walking in front of the drink cooler. I didn't get any feelings from it, I didn't feel like it was good or bad, it was just there. I have never seen this particular one before, at least not that I can recall. I don't know why it was there or what it may have wanted. I guess I need to start carrying my camera and voice recorder with me for these occasions, in the past up until now, I would just observe, I rarely interact except for the occasional comment I might make, like "Yes, I see you...", or "I heard that...", or if they do something like knock something over, I might say "Wow, that was impressive..." or something like that.

I could only see this one for a few seconds at a time, I have successfully trained myself not to look directly at the things I see in my peripheral vision, usually if you look directly at something like that it will usually vanish immediately, the longer I can go without directly looking at it, the longer I can usually see and watch it.

The other thing I feel I should mention here is that I don't control this, I can't make it happen, it is random, often daily, sometimes multiple times a day, I don't go looking for it, I don't try to make it happen, it just does. Now I can make more things happen if I talk about it, but for the most part, it is random.

OK, so this wasn't as much as a quickie as I thought it would be. :)

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Friday, October 23, 2009

Corners Collect More Than Dust

I realized today, something that I have seen most if not all of my life, corners seem to collect more than dust. I see more spiritual activity in corners, I am speaking about the corners of rooms, inside corners. I remember as a teen, living in the house where I spent most of my growing up years, there were at least 2-3 corners in the house that had "doorways", places where spirits seemed to come and go. The other corners in that house were not active like those specific ones. I have seen this activity on the floor side of the corners as well as the ceiling corners. Typically where three surfaces come together, not so much in the middle.

At my neighbor's house, there is a particular corner in the hallway that always attracts my eyes. When I am sitting over there, watching TV, doesn't matter if it's day or night, the hall is always fairly dark, but there is a part that is darker than the rest, the darkness seems to become almost 3D, it isn't just a shadow. It appears to be a darkness/shadow that is separate from the wall, actually floating out from the wall. I don't believe that is an entity itself, it appears to be another doorway between this reality and the spirit world.

I have seen these doorways since I was a teenager. I used to see them outside, up in the trees, the limbs of the trees would not grow into these doorways, they would grow around it, framing it. If I stood under one, looking up through it, the sky looked different, usually brighter or a different shade of blue. I would also feel a pulling sensation. I used to feel fearful that I might be pulled right through, so I wouldn't spend too much time directly under them. I'm less fearful of this now, I figure that if it happens, it happens and it's supposed to. I am not trying to make it happen though. Just to be precise, not every corner is a "doorway", not every corner has this energy (that I have seen). not every tree grows around doorways. I think I'll start looking up in the trees again, it's been a long while since I've seen a doorway within the branches of a tree.

Back to the corner thing, I wonder if the act of building a room, and making the corners has anything to do with this? Is this intention in action? Does the act of making the corners create the energy that makes these things happen? Or is it just a natural occurrence that energy AND dust collect naturally in corners...So many questions... maybe I'll dowse for the answers, I just need to make a good set of questions. I am discovering that having good and precise questions helps to get accurate answers.

Do you, my dear readers, have any experience with this sort of thing? Do you have any theories? I know that this is true. it happens, I just don't have the why's and how's of it.

Thursday, October 15, 2009


Otherwise known ad Near Death Experiences. Death is usually considered a negative thing by many people, the honest truth is we will all experience it sooner or later. Our minds are programmed to believe that we live forever, no one wants to ponder their mortality. I think our minds are correct, we do live forever, just not in the form we are in now. We fear death because for most of us, it is the unknown. All of those "what ifs" come into play. What if there is no afterlife? What if I stand before God and I'm not good enough? What if I go to Hell? What if things aren't like I was taught to believe? What if it's just black nothingness.

I remember standing my by sister's bedside as she was leaving this world, going on to the next one. I held her face just inches from mine. She could barely respond, she was mostly gone already. I talked to her, I said things like "Don't be afraid, it's OK..." and "I wish I could see what you see now, I know it's beautiful...", I know she was afraid, but I hope my words and getting her to focus on me and what I was saying helped her to pass more peacefully. I only hope someone has the presence of mind to do that for me when my times comes.

How to die. I often hear the statement from other people who say they would prefer going to sleep and never waking up again, as opposed to dying in a more traumatic way. As nice as that sounds, the more I think about it (not that I dwell on dying, I probably think about it as much as anyone else does), the more I think I want to be awake and alert when my times comes. I want to know it is about to happen, of course I'd prefer that it wasn't too painful, painless would be the best, but we don't always get our way in life, or death. It may be paramount to birth, it must be at least uncomfortable (if not painful) to be born, to be forced from the only existence you know, a warm, happy place, into a cold, brightly lit world, the world we embrace during our life, then are reluctant to leave.

Let me tell you about my NDE. I don't know exactly how old I was, I must have been around 6 or 7 years old. We lived in California. We enjoyed going to the beach to swim, but didn't like the waves very much, so my parents would take us to a man-made lagoon. It was protected from the brunt of the wave action, perfect for little kids to swim. It was also protected from sharks or other large marine animals.

I didn't know how to swim, but I was fearless, my little sister (not the one mentioned above) would not go into water deeper than ankle depth. My little brother was even more fearless than I was, he was busy diving into a trashcan looking for goodies, that's where my mother was at the time, trying to pull my brother out of the can. My father was in a rubber raft across the lagoon, I could see him. There were lifeguards there, and a lot of people, adults and children, swimming that day.

I knew not to go into the deep water, but while playing, I saw a potato chip wrapper floating on the water. I began to hit it to see how far it would go each time. I was getting into deeper and deeper water. Once the water was up to my chin, I thought I would hit the wrapper one more time then go back to shallow water. On that last swipe, I stepped off of a ledge, there was nothing solid under my feet. I panicked and began to thrash around. I could see my dad across the lagoon and started yelling for him. Of course with all the commotion of all the other swimmers, and the distance, he never heard me.

As I thrashed around, I caused myself to go into deeper and deeper water. I would come up, choking and gasping for air, then I would go under, this went on for what seemed like an eternity. Finally I went under and I knew I would not come back up again. Right at that moment, a peace came over me. A peace like I had never felt before. I completely relaxed, I was no longer afraid. The water was green, I must have only been a foot or so under the surface. I knew everything would be OK. I cannot describe the calm and peace I felt, it was unearthly. I felt no pain or distress as I floated under the water.

Then I felt a hand, a hand, it was pulling me out of the water, my instincts to live kicked back in and I began to struggle. This hand pulled me out of the water long enough for me to get a breath of air, then pushed me away. I was doing everything I could to try to grab this person, which was why they pushed me away, to turn me around so that they could safely pull me to shore.

As soon as my feet could touch bottom, I looked at the person and it was my mom (this was the second time she had saved me from certain death). The funny thins was, she didn't know it was me either, until that moment, she just saw a child in distress and went into action. We waded past the lady who was only a few feet from me the whole time, she watched me drowning and did nothing, my mother had some nasty words for her. We waded past the life guard, he had also been watching, with hands on the sides of the chair, ready to jump in, the reason he didn't was because most of that day, other children had been playing like they were drowning, he just assumed I belonged to that group of kids.

I suffered no ill effects from nearly drowning, I puked a few times after I got on the beach. We went home and as far as I can remember, I don't think we ever went back to that lagoon again. We stuck to swimming pools.

I can say this, I am not afraid of the water, I think if I had been saved while I was still struggling, before the peaceful part, I probably would have had a fear of the water, but since I was pulled out after the peaceful part, I have no fear of drowning. The part up and until the peaceful part sucks, but after that it is quite pleasant.

I have had a couple of other brushes with death, none as close as this one though, I was trapped in a travel trailer while it was on fire, I was in two different situations where I was at the mercy of a crazy person with a weapon, I nearly hung myself (it was a stupid childhood experiment gone wrong, I wasn't trying to commit suicide), I have had 2 different medical situations where I could have died, I have been in one semi-serious car wreck... I have been close to death many times, but I'm still here to talk about it... I'll talk about them more in detail at a later date.
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Sunday, October 11, 2009

Ain't It The Truth

I found this on another blog, (thanks Hermit),

As I grow in age, I value women over 40 most of all. Here are just a few reasons why:

A woman over 40 will never wake you in the middle of the night and ask, 'What are you thinking?' She doesn't care what you think.

If a woman over 40 doesn't want to watch the game, she doesn't sit around whining about it. She does something she wants to do, and it's usually more interesting.

Women over 40 are dignified. They seldom have a screaming match with you at the opera or in the middle of an expensive restaurant. Of course, if you deserve it, they won't hesitate to shoot you if they think they can get away with it.

Older women are generous with praise, often undeserved. They know what it's like to be unappreciated.

Women get psychic as they age. You never have to confess your sins to a woman over 40.

Once you get past a wrinkle or two, a woman over 40 is far sexier than her younger counterpart.

Older women are forthright and honest. They'll tell you right off if you are a jerk, if you are acting like one. You don't ever have to wonder where you stand with her.

Yes, we praise women over 40 for a multitude of reasons. Unfortunately, it's not reciprocal. For every stunning, smart, well-coiffed, hot woman over 40, there is a bald, paunchy relic in yellow pants making a fool of himself with some 22-year old waitress. Ladies, I apologize.

For all those men who say, 'Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free? Here's an update for you. Nowadays 80% of women are against marriage. Why? Because women realize it's not worth buying an entire pig just to get a little sausage!

For the record, I'm 44 and proud of each and every one of those years, wrinkles and gray hairs, I wear them as a badge of honor.

It would seem that this has been attributed to Andy Rooney, but after an unsuccessful search for the video to accompany this text, I find that Andy Rooney didn't actually write this, Snopes link,  it seems that this was taken from here written by Frank Kaiser. No one seems to know why it was attributed to Andy Rooney, including Andy Rooney himself.