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helefra wrote: Have you had your fill of true ghost stores yet or do you want more?
More please.

helefra wrote: Have you had your fill of true ghost stores yet or do you want more?


Huh, what about when I'm too scared to go to bed?



Oh, go on then :wah:

helefra wrote: I don't know whether anyone has a book on true ghost stories but I was always reading those books. Anyway there was one true ghost story that still creeps me out today. It was about this woman who was making a long trip up to Scotland to see a friend and whilst she was travelling through open countryside, it was getting late and dark. She had a caravan and so decided to stop in a nearby field for the night as she couldn't locate the nearest caravan site. After she had settled down to sleep, she was awoken in the early hours by the sound of scratching on the caravan window. When she looked she saw the ghostly claw of what appeared to be from a werewolf. The woman showed the sign of the cross using her fingers and the apparition quickly disappeared.

I don't know about you, but I wouldn't have slept for the rest of that night.




Well, it goes without saying that I wouldn't have slept for at least a fortnight!!

helefra wrote: I know the feeling. Are you fed up with these stories yet or are you still wanting more?


I might not always comment, h, but I always read them avidly...must enjoy scaring myself :-5

helefra wrote: 50 Berkeley Square, London

This story is taken from a true ghost story book called "A - Z of British Ghosts"


Thank you!! I love the old Victorian ghost stories, they were really dramatic.

(I am just managing to sleep at night, by the way :wah: )

I believe in living life to the fullest while we're in it. After that, I think we're gone. It's comforting and fun to think about "ghosts"...but, there's just no real PROOF and way too many fakes to make it valid for me.

Lulu2 wrote: I believe in living life to the fullest while we're in it. After that, I think we're gone. It's comforting and fun to think about "ghosts"...but, there's just no real PROOF and way too many fakes to make it valid for me.


My friend, there are some who would argue with, "no real PROOF."

Verifiable proof? Proven? Concrete? Disinterested witnesses?

I'm loving the stories Helefra!..

I'm not sure if I've told the story about my parents house or not, but here goes.

They purchased the house the year before my junior year of high school. The school band director had owned it before and would tell us it was haunted, but we'd just laugh. Well a short while after we moved in, my sister and I were the first to notice the odd things. The first thing we noticed was at the same time everyday what sounded like a doorbell would go off. The first couple of times we'd run to the door to see who was there, not thinking that there wasn't a doorbell.

In the mornings while getting ready for school, we would feel cold spots in the hall and then the smell of strong roses would hit us. Our parents just laughed and told us it was in our heads. I started having horrible nightmares after we moved in. They were mainly of mean older lady. There were times they'd scare me so bad, I'd go get in bed with my sister.

Ok fast forward a couple of years, I'm married and going back to the house to pick my mom up for a baby shower we were attending. It was the middle of December and late in the evening when I got to the house. I pull up and my mom is sitting on the porch looking pretty terrified. I asked her what was wrong and she said she now believes our story bout the ghost. I just laughed and asked what had happened.

My parents have a tea cup chihuahua, Spud, and he's also crippled. He was the runt of the litter and one of his hips didn't develop as it should. So Spud always had a limp and couldn't jump. Well that night, my mom had gone to take a shower and had left Spud on her bed sleeping. When she got out of the shower, she could hear Spud barking like mad but didn't see him on her bed. So she started looking for him. She found him in my sister's room up on her bed, barking like crazy toward my sister's closet. Mom said he was shaking all over and just going crazy. So she scooped him up and took him back to her room. She then phoned my sister asking if she'd been home, my sister said no. Then she phoned my dad who was still at work, and he told her no. So since no one had been home, my mom figured it was the ghost's handy work. Since then, Spud will not go into my sister's room.

One of many interesting stories of "proof"

I'll try again

http://www.edconrad.com/lifeafterdeath/page2.html

Zapata, I don't consider that the hallucinations of someone trapped in sensory deprivation for days are necessarily "proof" of anything other than what the lack of light, food, good air and water can do to a human brain.

It's certainly not "proof" if I tell you I chatted last night with my (long deceased) grandmother and someone else says that they did, too! This is "proof" only for people who want to believe....much like the "virgin birth" and Jesus walking on water.

JMHO.

I was searching for some sort of 'logical proof' and I found some things but I didn't understand them, because, as in my Logic classes, I had to keep my mind firmly on the subject, not let it stray and follow the process through to its conclusion. I wasn't able to do that. I'll try again.

Proof? I can't prove that I have this thought in my head. I'm thinking of a beautiful sunset but I can't hold that thought in my hand. I can't take a picture of it. Nobody else can see it. I can describe it but I can't prove that it's there. I just know it is.

About 15 years ago, I had an experience with a dream and then a Ouija board and then table tipping, all involving the same spirit. I was very skeptical of the latter two, as was my daughter who was present in the room when it happened. We both came away firm believers that something supernatural had happened. Shook us up. There were two other people involved, one was a friend who liked to dabble in the supernatural. In spite of my scoffing, I agreed to sit in. It was impossible for anything to have been rigged or falsified and no reason for it.

The spirit was that of an old boyfriend who had visited me in the dream. With the Ouija board and then the table tipping, my name, and only my name, was the one that kept coming up. The spirit identified itself through the guide and 'said' it had messages for me but the messages were unclear. The table tipping was scary because it moved so quickly and forcefully slammed itself down.

So, after all this I decided to pursue the old boyfriend. I found out after a phone call to his brother, that he had died of a heart attack on a ski slope in Pennsylvania, at the same time or very shortly before he visited me in my dream.

Noo keep going I really like reading these. However I was reminded of the time I saw something I couldn't explain.

My boyfriend and I were sitting on my front porch talking. It was around 11 or so. We were just chatting when he suddenly asked me what was that. I looked up and there was this cloud/smoke like thing slowly floating toward us. It wasn't high enough in the sky to be cloud, and it wasn't smoke because it never dissipated. We watched it come toward us and float just over our heads then over the house. We ran around back but could never spot it again. I still have no idea as to what it was.

helefra wrote: Okay a couple of short true ghost stories and I hope you can sleep well at night:-

There were an old couple that lived nearby to where I used to live when I resided in North Wales as a young one. The couple were always known to us as Mum and Dad Wilson, I never got to find out their true names but you don't think of these things until you get older. Anyway, Dad Wilson ("DW") used to work at our local Plas Madoc Leisure Centre and there was the basement part of the leisure centre that DW would often work in. He would often complain that it was cold and sometimes he thought he could hear a voice in a low growling kind, almost like someone had the voice of a dog. One day, one of DW's workmates decided to take a photograph of DW whilst in the basement as a souvenir of their work life within the leisure centre. When the photograph was finally produced, both DW and his workmate could see a ghostly figure of a werewolf which appeared to try and bite DW's neck. When the leisure centre knew of this, they informed DW that under no circumstances must he reveal the picture to any media, it must be kept secret. DW and his wife are deceased now, but I wonder what happened to that photo.:-3

For those of you who have seen "Three Men and a Little Baby" you may or may not know of the story of a studio set which the film was being produced in is haunted. Whilst watching the film, there is a scene whereby Tom Selleck is with someone else walking along holding the baby. In the background can be seen for the first time ever caught on film, a ghost of a young boy dressed in what appears to be 18th century clothing.

Off topic, is anyone fed up with my signature yet?


I must have missed these two...probably why I slept the last couple of nights :wah:

helefra wrote: At the request of theia, I'm now going to give some more information on my psychic training. I hope that theia will find this next data interesting enough to read several times.

I think the best place to start is when I went to the spiritualist college, called The Arthur Findlay College which is dedicated to those willing to train their psychic and mediumistic abilities. There would be lectures about various aspects, one I can remember is when there was a talk about colours and what they mean. I do know that blue represents the colour for healing. I can't remember what the other colours are for, it's been a while. I have done and received spiritual healing, it's quite unique if you haven't had spiritual healing and it is also quite comforting too. How it works is that the person to receive healing sits on a chair and the spiritual healer then stands behind the person to be healed hold their hands above your head. The healer then focuses his/her energy on the person in need of healing, they have their eyes closed and when you receive the healing, there is a feeling of warmth and energy flowing around you. As I said earlier, it is quite unique.

I don't know if anyone knows how meditation is done but this is something that was always done at the college every morning to attune ourselves into the psychic world. Obviously the music plays an important part as it must be calm, an example would be Enya (if anyone has ever heard of the artist). When listening to the music, you have to close your eyes and calmley breath in and out until you reach a peace within yourself. You then imagine going on a journey, it could either be a walk through a forest or a walk in a field or it could even be a journey where you are flying through the air. Whichever pathway you take, then that is the journey you will follow. You keep on the journey all the time whilst listening to the piece of music and then end that journey, if you wish, when the music has finished.

I think one of the most powerful experiences I had at the college was when I was sat in a circle of other learners, there was an empty chair which one had to sit in and everyone's energy would be focused on that person. This would be to see if the person would go into trance, this is where a spirit takes over the body and communicates with those in the circle. Sometimes the spirit will communicate and other times it won't. Well, I sat in the empty chair and I felt a rush of energy and warmth come my way as I closed my eyes. I felt that my jaw was being heavily tugged on, so much so that it was if a person had their hand on my chin and was forcing it to open. Very spooky.:-3


Thank you, Helefra. I didn't realise that blue is the colour of healing...my cottage is blue throughout, I just love it. Mind you, I'm selling it at the moment and when I'm showing people around, I wait for them to ask, "Do you like blue?" :-2 What me?

Tell me, H, how important are the hands in healing? I was talking with someone recently about the symbolism of hands and we both felt that it was highly significant. I love that painting of the praying hands. My daughter bought me a print years ago, it's beautiful.

Have you ever gone further with the trance states?