Faith

It's funny, for some people they absolutely have to understand something before they will accept it, fortunately that isn't the case for me, that's not to say I don't have a curiosity about how things work, I do, but I have enough faith to accept that which I do not understand.

One of those things in my life is my "ability" to know something or someone is about to enter my life (for the first time or again). What happens is I will suddenly, usually out of the blue think of something or someone, it will be more than just a passing thought, it will often remain on my mind, I have learned through past experience that usually means I will be getting a phone call, or I'll run into that person soon. It happens more often with people, but sometimes it happens with inanimate objects too.

This just happened tonight, let's backtrack a bit. Many years ago, I had made a special music CD for my (late) mom, this was a song that I created using software called Sonic, the song was a techno song, I even made a hand drawn label to go in the CD case. I thought I had lost that song and CD, I didn't have the original anymore, there are a precious few copies, but they seemed lost too. The other day I thought about that song, I lamented the fact that I probably would never hear it again. I thought about that CD and song off and on for most of the day, then put the thought away.

This evening, I was chatting online with my sister, she told me that she found her copy of that CD, she had misplaced it too, I was so excited, she is going to make a copy and scan the hand drawn cover too, I will once again have this song and a copy of the cover.

Now for the understanding part, I wonder how this works, is it a matter of my "mind" knowing more about what is going on in time and space and somehow I knew I was about to "find" this lost item again, or did I somehow put out the intention of wanting to find it again and that is how it came back into my life again (I drew it into my life)...

I don't believe these are just coincidences, it happens too often, I have no "proof" to provide, I just know it happens, and happens frequently and regularly. I don't "try" to do it, I don't try to control it, it just happens. Fortunately I am usually able to recognize it as it is happening, usually about people, not so much about things, I will start thinking about someone and I start looking for them, knowing I will see or talk to them soon, usually within a week or less.

High Strangeness In The Store

Had an interesting experience last Thursday,  I am a driver for a visually impaired friend, we went to a health food store in town, there were very few people in there, my friend had everything she needed and was about to check out, there was someone ahead of her so it was going to be a few minutes before it was her turn, so I decided to go back a few aisles and look around for a minute. There wasn't anyone near me, as I walked I was punched in my left shoulder, it wasn't a violent act, but it was harder than just a mere muscle twitch. I turned around fully expecting to see someone standing there, perhaps someone I knew or perhaps someone accidentally ran into me and was about to say "excuse me" or "sorry".  There was no one there, there was NO ONE there, I turned all the way around, I even said "what?" out loud, sometimes I get an answer, but there was no response. I don't know who or what that was, I just know it happened.

I didn't feel anything in particular (other than the shoulder punch), I didn't detect anyone or anything, but someone or something was definitely there, not sure what they or it wanted, that was as far as it went.

I have had strangeness happen in stores before, I have walked down a long aisle, all by myself, on concrete floors, and had things like boxed cereal begin to fall, one by one as I passed, maybe a few feet further, I have had to tell whatever it is to stop it, then I went back and picked up the boxes, it has happened on several occasions to me, fortunately it hasn't happened in a long time.

Dreams

Been dreaming a lot of dreams lately, I generally dream a lot but I don't often remember them, or they fade away quickly upon awakening. I rarely dream things that mean anything, but when I do, they really stick with me.

The latest dream I had that woke me up a few mornings ago, first let me explain why I believe I had this dream, I found an article on Wikipedia about the "drowning response", it's what is actually happening when a person drowns, it's not the kicking flailing screaming scene you see in the movies, it's actually very fast, without much movement. So now to my dream, I was dreaming about the underground tunnels (actually drainage tunnels) that are near where I grew up. These tunnels are pretty big, at least if you are a kid, I believe most adults would be able to stand up in them, I played in them as a kid and a teen, these went under the parking lot of the shopping center and dumped out into a creek, then that lead to some even bigger tunnels, ones you could drive a pickup truck through.


In my dream I was a young boy of about 10 or 11 years old, I was riding a bike across the parking lot of the local shopping center. There was a large carnival going on, it was getting late in the evening, the sun was going down but it wasn't completely dark yet, it was that time of evening when you turn your headlights on but you can still see light in the sky, I was mesmerized by the lights and activity of this carnival but I knew I needed to go home.

As I was riding my bike across the parking lot towards where I lived, I felt this impending danger, something really bad was coming and I might not outrun whatever it was, I didn't think I could make it home. I got to the edge of the parking lot and ditched my bike, I ran into the center of 3 tunnels that are down in a creek bed that goes through the neighborhood, once I got in there, I realized this wasn't the best place to hide so I tried to run out but a great wash of water was flooding in, it was a couple of feet deep and getting deeper, it was moving fast, I had no chance to get out that way, I turned and ran the other way, deeper into the tunnel.

As I was nearing the other end, it changed, in real life the other end of this tunnel is just as open as the first end, but in the dream this tunnel closed down into something very small, there was a concrete ledge going up and I had no choice but to climb, it continued going up like a spiral staircase made of concrete, each level becoming smaller and tighter, the water was coming up behind me. The space became so tight that I was squeezing and contorting my body to get around the next part, I had this thought, "I'm so glad I know these tunnels like the back of my hand...", no sooner had I thought that when my head became stuck in the next turn, I couldn't go any further, it had become too small for me to continue, I didn't believe I could go back the way I came because I was so contorted in this small spiral space, and the water was coming up fast. My next thoughts were that I knew drowning was not painful, it was the waiting and struggling that was horrible, and wondering if anyone would find my body... I awoke after that.

A few nights later, I dreamed that I was in my Dad's house, I saw my younger brother as an adult, as he would look now if he were still alive (he was killed in an accidental shooting 20 something years ago), he looked really good, quite normal (his life was anything but normal, he had lots of problems I will not go into here), I realized that everything looked extra sharp, extra bright without being blinding, there were almost no shadows, everything looked extra real, better than any high-def TV ever thought of being. I realized that I was dead, this was as if I had died instead of my brother, when that thought struck me, I wondered if I could communicate with anyone, so I went up to my brother and I touched my first two fingers of one hand to just under my eyes and then I touched my fingers to just under my brother's eyes, like those military guys do when they are trying to say "keep your eyes peeled" to another soldier in the movies without saying anything. I felt my brother but it was somewhat different than touching something solid, I can't explain, my fingers felt him but he didn't seem to notice the touch. I awoke right after that, it was a strange dream.

I have often wondered how the physical world looks when you are in the spirit world, I've heard different theories, I've heard that the spirits don't see the physical world, they just see lights and such (energy), or that they only see their realms, not ours... now I wonder if what I saw in my dream is how everything looks to a spirit when they are in the physical realm...

Floaters

Christmas is nearly here, things are going very well for us. I'm still experiencing the paranormal, the main thing I'm seeing right now is sparkly lights, I see them regularly, the way I test to know if it's something going on in my eyes (floaters and such), when I see one of these sparkly lights, I will move my eyes, I'll look slightly away from the sparkle, if the sparkle stays in the same place in the air, I know it's really there, if the sparkle moves with my eyes, then I know I'm seeing a floater or something that is going on inside my head or eyes.

I will admit that sometimes I am seeing floaters and such, the thing I see moves with my eyes, and that's OK, it happens, not everything that I see is paranormal, and I try my best to determine whether something has a "natural" explanation.

I don't know what these sparkly lights are, they are almost always in the air, above my height, nearer to the ceiling. sometimes it's a single pinpoint of light, sometimes it's multiple lights like a sparkler, these usually move a little, perhaps a few inches, often in an arc shape. I don't know if these are spirits, other kinds of entities or just a display of something electrical.

I believe that we are in the end times (Biblical), I wonder if the closer we get into the end times, the thinner the veil becomes between this physical world and the spiritual world...

Jim Harold's Campfire True Ghost Stories-Book Review

Here I am, still alive and kicking :) The summer has been really busy for me, had family out for an extended visit, now everything has slowed down to normal for me, I can start writing more. A little while back, I was contacted by a publisher to do a book review, I replied saying that I would be more than happy to do so, it's funny because this publisher had no idea that I do book reviews on a regular basis, mostly having to do with the other part of my life, living 100% off grid, I gave the publisher the link to my book reviews and after reading them, he seemed very pleased about that.

The book I received is Jim Harold's Campfire: True Ghost Stories This is the perfect fall, October, Halloween book, I have enjoyed reading this book, with the night coming on faster and the cool crisp evenings, it's the perfect book to curl up with, just remember to leave the lights on in the rest of the house, LOL. I haven't read many books merely for pleasure, not in a long time, I am truly happy with this one.

I assume if you are reading my paranormal blog, you are probably familiar with Jim Harold, mainly through his Paranormal Podcast shows. I have heard of him, but have to admit that I haven't listened to his shows, though after reading this book, that will be changing. The biggest reason (and probably the only reason) why I haven't listened is because it appeared that I would have to sign up with iTunes and just didn't want to do that (yeah, I'm stubborn like that sometimes...).

So, back to the book, this is a collection of stories from the call ins from Harold's show, people call in and share their paranormal stories, the best and most memorable ones are all here in this collection, stories about ghosts, UFOs, aliens, monsters, dreams, death, stories that defy categorization and even some of Harold's own eerie experiences.

Most of the stories are short, some as little as a few paragraphs, some are more elaborate, since the book is written exactly from the callers' own words, it took me a little bit to get used to the "writing style", there really isn't one, but once I came to an understanding about that, I just tried to imagine what the caller's voice must have sounded like, I tried to "hear" the words as I read them, then I really began to enjoy reading the different stories.

Each story is different, one of my favorite stories is chapter 9, it's called The Girl in the Attic, it's about a girl who goes to visit a friend who lives some hours away, the friend has an attic and they find a little girl up there, they "play" with her but she seemed a bit different, nothing that really bothered them though. Later she figures out that no one really knows about this little girl in the attic, so she figures the attic girl must be a ghost. I like that one because it reminds me of one of my first paranormal experiences, I had a playmate when I was very young that no one else could see, he wasn't imaginary, I knew the difference, he came over and we played everyday, I didn't realize he must have been a ghost until many years later.

Some of the stories ring very true with me, some of them remind me of being a little girl and telling scary stories to each other during sleep overs and such, it's funny how we were always trying to scare each other so much. I've had quite a good time reading this book, Jim Harold really hit it out of the ballpark on this one, I highly recommend it, you should be able to find it in any good bookstore, especially this time of the year. If not, you can get it on Amazon, it's a really good price right now, and you get free shipping. :)