Hello,
I was recently sent this email from my friend, Tim.
He has some amazing stories to share.
I am happy to share them with you. With his permission of course.*grins*
I have not edited or changed any of it. These are in his words and are the true accounts of his own ghostly encounters.
He has a blog on wordpress. Please, check it out. *smiles
Steeltee is the name of his blog on wordpress.
I did add my own comments at the end of each story. They are in quotes and signed by me..
Sweet Dreams,
Angel
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The (Supernatural?) World According to T.
Good morning.
I don’t pretend to know a lot about the intricacies of the mysteries of the afterlife or about other realms of existence. I don’t know if there are ghosts, poltergeists or other spirit manifestations – good or bad. I do know that over the course of my life I have witnessed some strange things that have defied rational explanation. </p
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A Little Drummer Boy </p
In the summer of 1970 I was on holiday, with my family, in Wales and we visited a large and well kept castle near the border with England. We were on one of those interminable guided tours where the only thing lazier than the weather was the guides drone. We were being shown along a passage just within the outer wall of the edifice and I was lagging behind somewhat. At one stage the group stopped just on the downside of a set of three stone steps. I, being imaginative and inquisitive, had hauled myself up onto the wide ledge of an arrow slit in the stone and I was pretending to fire arrows into a horde of charging pikemen, or some such thing.
When I next noticed the group they had moved quite some way along the corridor so I hopped down and scurried after them, one step, two steps, and third step and suddenly I was face down and spread full length along the corridor. The group turned and looked some nervous laughter but mostly just mouths hanging open.
I picked myself up and hurried on to join the group. I found out later that there was story associated with the castle wherein a drummer boy had been caught send illicit messages to the enemy and as punishment he had been sealed inside his drum and hung out on the wall until he had perished. The story was that his ghost occupied the spot just at the bottom of those three steps and tripped people as they came down them. Likely or not I will swear that I felt something hook my ankle as I launched from that bottom step and I am completely at a loss as to how I came to have a bruise across the front of that same ankle.
“I love the fact that this was from childood. I know what it is like to experience strange events and have adults look at you as though your nuts. I am glad to hear it was seemingly taken as something more and possibly gave them something to think about. I’m sure the adults present are still telling the story about the boy who they saw get tripped by a ghost.*grins*”
Angel
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Ouija Way <br /
Just about everybody has heard about Ouija boards, those strange board based communicators that are supposed to allow one to commune with the spirits. In my 17th year I was at a party, a rather large party, and as it drew around midnight or so someone produced “the board”. I watched with some interest but resisted the temptation to get involved; there was something that to me didn’t feel “right” here.
Anyway, amidst the general noise and chaos of the party a bunch of people started messing about with the board, then they sort of quieted down a bit. I noticed the lights seemed to be dimming but not flickering, more as though dark gauze had been draped over them. Quite suddenly all the doors to the room slammed shut. The temperature dropped around fifteen degrees or so. I felt “disoriented” and sick to my stomach. I turned and tried the door next to me, it was locked or jammed.
Over at the “scene” of the board somebody had slapped the glass from the hand that was touching it and suddenly the lights came back up, the chill lifted and, upon trying the door again, I found it opened easily.
So, what was with that? Too much smoke? Not everyone at once; too much alcohol? Not all drinkers? Mass delusion? What about the people outside the room that couldn’t get in?
Who knows but I do know one thing, unless you’re a bona fide expert don’t mess with the Ouija.
“This story reminded me of one of my earlier experiences with an Ouija board. I was young as well, and it was with two other friends. The experience was less than positive and was the cause for a few weeks of disturbing paranormal activity. I understand the caution and agree. It is not a toy and should be treated as a very serious tool and by adults who understand it’s good and bad qualities.”
Angel
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A Morning Conversation
My Grandmother, may the Gods bless and keep her dear soul, was one of the kindest women I have ever known. She had, as do many other “gran’mas” a way of making everything seem alright. Just the tone of her voice, her kindly smile and her special hugs.
One morning in around 1992, just after my first wife had left, I woke up to find her sitting on the end of my bed, smiling. I said, “Hello Gran, how are you?” and that was the start of a conversation that lasted some ten minutes. I remember it vividly and in some detail. We talked about what was happening with me, what had befallen my marriage, we talked about being strong and about coping with things. I asked her to hang on a moment while I got a pen and paper to write down her address. Then I woke up. Standing up at the foot of the bed and fully dressed for work.
Sleepwalking or something more?
“This one is dear to my heart. My own Grandmother and I were very close and she died before I reached Twenty. We have talked on more than one occasion since then. It just shows how much our loved ones are still in our lives. We may not know they are around but, I can attest to their continued support and love. Even beloved pets have come for a vist in my life so I truly know the amazing connections we make. That even death does not diminish them so much as just change them.”
Angel
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OOBE
Between 1996 and 1998 I had a series of operations of a neurological nature to remove a destructive lesion (a type of aggressive tumour) from my left inner ear. The first op was a bit of a shocker, I wasn’t quite ready for the experience of having the side of my head laid open. All in all, though, it proceeded quite well and, the doctor’s thought, successfully.
Unfortunately it returned and once again I had to go in for surgical intervention. It was during the second procedure that I had a strange experience. At some point during the operation, toward the end of it, I “woke up” or at least that’s how it seemed. I woke up and suddenly lifted off the table and floated up to the ceiling. I managed to turn myself over and I looked down at me and there was a flurry of activity around the table.
I abruptly felt nervous, I felt as though something was behind me so with a little effort I rolled onto my back. The walls of the theater stretched out above me forming a rectangular “chimney” that seemed to go for a vast distance and at the top there was a deep darkness that looked “thick”, not just like an absence of light but like a blanket of something. I was feeling a pulling sensation, at my front, trying to draw me up the “chimney” formed by the walls.
At this point I became a little frightened and I fought the pull, I flailed from side to side and sought to grab onto something to stop me from going up. Then everything went black and very quiet.
I woke up in recovery, outside the theater, and one of the nurses was standing by my bed. She looked down, smiled and said, “You’re back with us eh? Gave us a bit of a start you did.”
I found out later that I had been revived on the table at one point, my partner at the time confirmed there had been a lot of rushing about and a “crash cart” involved.
Was I, just for a minute or so, a ghost or was it a simple Out Of Body Experience?
“I am so glad you came back.*smiles*
My Mom had a near death experience after having my brother.(he is three years older than me.) It was a difficult birth and there were complications. My Mother was haunted by her memories of the other side for many years before finding out she was not alone. She confided that it took her a long time to not feel an intense yearning to go back. She is thankfully, very content to wait until it is her time to once again make that journey. *smiles*
Angel