Our personal experiences of the weird

Jill Burdigala · Post by **Jill Burdigala** » Sun Aug 07, 2005 4:49 pm

I've definitely got to get the Levander book. People keep mentioning it in conjunction with all kinds of interesting things. I just tried to go to his site at sinisterforces.info and it is down... it says it was hacked. Wow, I didn't know there was talk about naming the state Transylvania! A pretty interesting historical footnote.

GDN01 · Post by **GDN01** » Sun Aug 07, 2005 5:47 pm

I will decline the offer to participate in an RV experiment. Sorry, but I worry that playing around with this stuff is not a game. Again, my experience has been that "dabbling" in this seemed to increase the weirdness in my life. Many people report the same thing. Especially the use of ouija boards seems to open a door for something sinister that is hard to close. What is the warning - Do not play with magic you do not understand? It gave me a chill to just think about this!

enkidu · Post by **enkidu** » Sun Aug 07, 2005 5:57 pm

Back in '72 I think it was, I enrolled in a Wicca course, attending classes once a week in the instructor's apartment. I thought it was a pretty good course, pretty informative; but one night he told us we were going to conduct an experiment with ESP: he had cut out pictures from magazines, no text just pictures, and put each picture into an envelope and sealed it. He held up one envelope at a time and bid us focus our minds upon it for a time; then he would go round the room and ask each of us what we "saw," if anything. And for each envelope he held up, most of us said, "I got nothin'," or whatever images we reported seeing were way off the mark. When he got to the last envelope he asked me what I saw; I was seated to his immediate right and he would go counter-clockwise around the circle (natch) till he got to the person seated on his left--anyway I said this time that I got an impression of colored spheres--round shapes of different colors. He went round the room asking the others, with the usual result--but just as he was about to open the envelope I blurted out "Wait a minute--I'm getting something else! I'm seeing a car bumper." Remember that in the 'Seventies all cars had big chrome bumpers, front and back. He opened the envelope and the picture was from an automobile advertisement, and it was a photo of a station wagon taken from the rear, so that all you could see was the big chrome bumper, the tailgate, and the rear window. Inside the station wagon, was filled with balloons of many colors . . .

Sweejak · Post by **Sweejak** » Sun Aug 07, 2005 6:18 pm

<blockquote>Quote:<hr>I will decline the offer to participate in an RV experiment. Sorry, but I worry that playing around with this stuff is not a game. Again, my experience has been that "dabbling" in this seemed to increase the weirdness in my life. Many people report the same thing. Especially the use of ouija boards seems to open a door for something sinister that is hard to close.<hr></blockquote> I can respect that, as a matter of fact I had second thoughts myself after posting that and I surely do not understand magic. The one experiment we did was not very involved. It was global though and it was simply that at an appointed time you were to try to visualize the image that the one concucting the experiment was looking at... draw a picture and send it in. Results were open to interpretation.... interesting but not jaw dropping.

enkidu · Post by **enkidu** » Sun Aug 07, 2005 7:25 pm

As a youth I grabbed onto anything and everything that held out the hope that "You too can learn to use Magick for fun and profit at home in your spare time." What makes the above experiment with ESP seem like a cruel joke was that although it seemed like I nailed it that one time, I've never been able to repeat it since. If anything, the feeling I get when I pray, or meditate, or make ritual offerings to the spirits, is that of a voice from behind a locked door saying "We're closed--go away!" I am being denied access. Maybe for my own protection--who knows?

chiggerbit · Post by **chiggerbit** » Sun Aug 07, 2005 7:47 pm

I'm not convinced that the term "magic" properly describes "ESP". Isn't it possible that we have more than the five "senses"? Not understanding an additional process does not automatically make it magic. I'm thinking of animal instincts and of hypnosis. Quick look at definitions: <blockquote>Quote:<hr>Quick definitions (Magic) noun: any art that invokes supernatural powers Quick definitions (sense) noun: the faculty through which the external world is apprehended<hr></blockquote>

GDN01 · Post by **GDN01** » Sun Aug 07, 2005 7:57 pm

I agree chiggerbit - I was speaking more metaphorically than anything else. I think there are many things, abilities, we humans can make use of - powers or energies. What is considered "para" normal and "super" natural have the potential to be normal and natural - if we only understood them and understood the human condition better. But, I don't know how to explain what I have described here as "sinister" presences, that seem to increase when I have tried to develop these other senses. Maybe I experience them as sinister because that is what we are led to believe about them from a very early age. When I have met with psychics, every one of them has claimed to detect a high level of psychic ability in me, and each one has warned me that I also don't possess good psychic barriers - making me a target for the sinister forces at work in our world. This scares me, and I don't know how to keep it at bay all the time. This is why I keep it turned off, as much as possible.

Iroquois · Post by **Iroquois** » Sun Aug 07, 2005 9:29 pm

I was born at home in a large farm house built in the early 19th century in southern Michigan. For the first few years of my life, I listened to many stories from my one older brother and two older sisters of run ins with ghosts or other paranormal experiences. My parents both flatly denied that such things were possible, and I sided with them. After all, they were mom and dad, the final authorities in my world. Around the age of five, I realized they weren't always right. At that time I shared a bed with my brother. One night I woke to see what looked like the shadow of a young boy on the far wall of our bedroom. From the outline he looked a lot like me. He was about my height and had a big head of burly hair much like mine. There was a door to the hallway connecting the upstairs bedrooms directly accross from where he stood, and I thought it was a trick that my brother was doing to scare me. I looked over to my left where he normally slept fully expecting his spot to be vacant. When I saw him lying there asleep, I was completely overcome with the most intense fear of my life. Three things happened all at once. I started screeming at the top of my lungs. I laid into my brother with both fists punching wildly in completely unrestrained fury. And, the shadow took off running along the wall. Somehow, my brother remained unconcious until the very moment that the shadow disappeared into the far corner of the room. Interestingly, when I described what I saw to my parents, they decided that it could not have been a ghost as the corner it disappeared into was an outside corner. From that point on, paranormal events became a part of my life. Most of the more incredible experiences were during my childhood. One in particular was a reccuring dream I had that I was floating, or being floated through the air. Then, in the morning I would wake on a large shelf above a closet next to my bed. I was far too small to get up there myself and was just as incapable of getting down safely. So, I would have to yell until my oldest sister would come and let me down. (My brother had decided he would rather sleep alone in the basement.) After a while, she would just come to my bedroom in the morning to get me down without me having to call for her. One floating dream I had, maybe the last where I was actually moved, was a bit more extreme. In that dream I was floated out a second story window in the hall outside my bedroom and was carried up over our farm. I'd say I was a good 150 feet in the air. The sun was not yet up but there was good enough light to see by. I was then alighted gently in a small pasture north of the house. I woke with the sunrise lying in the dew covered grass and ran back to my house where only my mother was awake yet. She was very distraught after I explained how I got outside since at the time I was too small to work the door knobs on my own, making an alternate explanation difficult, and this was a height from which I could really be hurt if I were dropped. Somehow, the fact that the window that I said I floated out of was so stuck shut with paint that she could not open it assauged her concerns. Kind of a related anecdote, though the following was not at all a paranormal event. My siblings decided to play a joke on me to poke fun at my "flying". There was a hole in ceiling of our dining room, the kind of dining room that's only used on special occaisions, where a stove pipe used to pass up into the master bedroom through which they ran a rope with a makeshift harness on the end. My sisters lured me into the dining room and looped me into this apparatus while my brother waited upstairs to hoist me to a suitable height once I was secure. To make a long story short, when a pre-schooler says that he has to pee and is swinging from a rope above you and the best furniture in the house, it is not prudent to assume it is just a ploy to get you to let him down. At least I had fun. My upbringing was very Christian. Apparently this was because my grandmother on my mother's side was from a family of Irish/Welsh tinkers that raised her in the "old ways". She was convinced that she was damned as a result and wanted to ensure her children and grandchildren did not share her fate. As a result, by the time I turned 11, I had three bibles of my own. I had my standard black bible, a bible that was a gift from my family for catechism, and a bible that my other grandmother brought back from a trip to Jerusalem that had thick wood covers. During the Summer, about the only time our house was vacant was when we went to church, so I don't necessarily think the day of the week was relevent beyond that point. I may even have the day wrong in my memory. Regardless I remember it being a Sunday when the family, minus my brother and oldest sister who had moved out by this time, came home to find that one of my bibles was reduced to an extremely fine pulp and strung in a broken line around the circumference of the family room where it had been kept on a large shelf with a small library of other spiritual books. The explanation my parents gave for this was that the family dog had somehow gotten into the house and, because he missed me, zeroed in on something with my scent to chew on. This was despite the fact that he was kept outdoors and had never done anything like this before. Also, I didn't exactly carry my bible around with me. If he wanted to chew on something with my scent I would think there were better choices. Not to mention, this book was not merely chewed, it was ground to the consistency of wet paste. The following Sunday, the exact same thing happened to my second bible. So, before the third Sunday came, I decided to put their theory to the test. My Jerusalem bible was not kept in the family room, but in a cabinet in another room. So, I put it on the shelf where the other two bibles had been but buried it under a stack of books in the back with other stacks of books around it. Just to be sure scent was not an issue, I rubbed my hands in and over many of the other books on the shelf. As you might guess, the third Sunday we came home to find what remained of the third bible in a ragged line around the family room. Even the wood covers were reduced to the same thin paste. The books on the shelf otherwise did not seem to have been disturbed. Perhaps the most incredible experience I had was something first seen by mother. She looked out the window from the kitchen and exclaimed, "We have a willow tree!". Strangely, though I had never seen it before I had little trouble accepting that there was now the most beautiful young willow tree growing in our lawn on the other side of the driveway from our house. For a while I would spend a lot of time under that tree. I can't explain exaclty how I felt under that tree other than incredibly good. Then one day, probably on the way home from church, I brought up the subject of the willow tree. One or more members of my family said there was no willow tree anywhere in our yard. I said there was and could easily prove it. I don't recall my mother backing me up on this, though at the time I didn't think I needed her too. But, when we got home, the tree was gone except in my memory. It was some time before I learned ordinary willow trees do not have flawlessly smooth white bark. I should also say that, like GDN01, my parents later admitted that they did know there were strange things happening in that house. But, they argued against them nonetheless for pragmatic reasons, not the least of which may have been a desire to make the problem go away by denying its existence.

Dreams End · Post by **Dreams End** » Sun Aug 07, 2005 10:06 pm

welcome Iroquois, Wild stories. I found myself sad that your willow tree was gone. I hope it lives on inside you. I take it you have not decided your "floating" was related to alien abduction phenomena. That said, it would be interesting to see similar stories not involving aliens. Did you feel frightened by the floating (other than the not being able to get down part)?

Project Willow · Post by **Project Willow** » Sun Aug 07, 2005 10:10 pm

I agree with earlier posters on two issues. I wouldn't want to do RV experiment either, for reasons similar to those already stated. And I agree accordingly about the senses. As to the topic of strange experiences, I've been so tempted to respond to these types of threads of late, the phone call stories, etc. But I'm reluctant to post publicy what I might wish to share in other venues later, lest I be accused of having just "read it on the internet". <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/wink.gif ALT=";)">

Iroquois · Post by **Iroquois** » Sun Aug 07, 2005 11:47 pm

Thanks Dreams End, I don't think of the willow as gone in the sense that it doesn't exist at all any more. It's just not where I can see it and touch it right now. I'd love to experience it the same way again. But, most importantly, I feel immensely blessed to have ever seen it at all. As for the floating thing, I never though of it as alien related, at least I never considered such a thing until I started reading this site, doors of perception being opened and all. Still, I have to say they are different sorts of things for me. My mother has had many UFO encounters, at least one up close. I have had (maybe) one. One night around the same age that the other events started, I remember hearing a really loud droning noise and seeing bluish light flood in the house from outside. Everyone crowded around the window to get a look and, being small, I didn't get a good view but thought I saw what looked just like an Apollo moon lander landing in the middle of our lawn. The next thing I knew I woke up in my own bed. I ran right downstairs to see what everyone else thought of what had happened. I was very exited. Noone else had any recollection of the event, however. I figured it was just a dream until many years later, while exchanging stories with other students in a relatively non-formal session of biology class, another student told the exact same story. Since then, I've not been so sure. Maybe one of us heard the other tell the same story and the other once just adopted it as their own. As for fear, I can't say I didn't feel any fear when floating, especially at first. One thing I learned from all of this, though, is that fear in the sense of the overpowering "I'm a going to get it" feeling is very bad. If you think you are a victim, you are. No matter what happens, no matter how weird things get, keep it together. It helps to think of your fear objectively, to contemplate what it offers without admitting any weakness. Fear has advantages. It heightens your senses. It gives you strength and speeds up your reactions. It's also kind of an exciting emotion, which is why some of us like things such as scary movies and roller coasters. Keep all of that, discard the rest. Of course having no fear of death, the other thing I learned, helps too.

GDN01 · Post by **GDN01** » Mon Aug 08, 2005 12:02 am

Edit: OOps - I was reading and writing when Iroquois answered my questions! Let's just pretend my post is above his!  Iroquoi - I find your stories fascinating! I, too, wonder how you experienced all this. Besides the one situation with the shadow, when you screamed out in fright, you don't mention ever being frightened by the other experiences. My sisters and I lived in a constant state of fear for the majority of the time we stayed in that house. We would have huge fights over who would be the one to go into the basement, where our deep freeze was in a back room, to get food out at our parent's request. We were absolutely terrified of going down there. In addition to the experiences we had with the librarian - living in fear for years did a number on all of us. My therapist compared it to living in an abusive home. You expect your parents to protect you, and when they fail to do so - as well as denying the obvious reality of the source of fear, you develop trust issues - to say the least. Because of this - I have talked openly with my kids about the ghost lady. I've encouraged them to tell her to go away any time they feel she is present and it scares them. I can't afford to move right now - and there is no guarantee that we would not have a ghost in the next house! This is not the first time we've dealt with this. When my daughter was about 3, we were sitting at the piano singing songs as I played the piano. The only other person in the house was her brother, who was napping. Suddenly, a female voice called my daughter's name - loud and clear. My daughter even responded and began asking me, Mommy, who was that? Who said my name? We got up and walked all around the house and found no one, no windows were open, or doors. I didn't like this at all and later, when my daughter was not around made it clear that NO one was to call my daughter or contact her, and told whoever it was to get the hell out of my house. We had no repeats. Edited by: <A HREF=http://p097.ezboard.com/brigorousintuition.showUserPublicProfile?gid=gdn01>GDN01</A> at: 8/7/05 10:54 pm

maggrwaggr · Post by **maggrwaggr** » Mon Aug 08, 2005 3:02 am

GDN01, I have had so many experiences similar to yours. I honestly believe at this point in my life that either I'm some sort of "ghost magnet" or else the first ghost I ever encountered (in an old house in Denver) has been following me around ever since. But the house I'm in now (in the Los Angeles area) is haunted by something that seems completely different and acts completely different. This one makes things move around, sometimes making things fly through the air, out of cabinets and the like. It has also "stolen" small metal objects which have reappeared in very strange places later. The oddest one was my wife's wedding ring, which disappeared off her hand one night while she was sleeping. A month or so later she found it on top of a hatbox in her closet. Oddly enough, right before she found it, my stepdaughter looked up at the hatbox and out-of-the-blue told my wife to look on top of it. The weirdest thing in the current house was one night, while playing checkers with my stepdaughter, the checkers began moving around of their own accord, right in front of both of us. This was seen by both of us. Just the freakiest thing I've ever experienced. It was as if the "ghost" or whatever it is, was trying to take a turn. I would move my checker, then another checker would move. This happened repeatedly. In my house in Denver, I had way too many experiences to go into here -- I'd be up all night typing. However, I will say, that the first night something happened -- I had the same experience that the original poster described -- where your mind tells you that the thing that is happening simply CANNOT be happening according to your rational, western mind. I come from a family of engineers and was originally trained to be a scientist. I used to be an athiest. In other words, I didn't believe in anything that could not be quantitatively measured and repeated and labelled. Ghosts were out of the question. Absolutely out of the question. Yet there I was confronted with what could only be described as a ghost. It was a real mind-bender but started me on a wonderful but sometimes frightening journey into what we call the "supernatural". I now believe the "supernatural" is all likelihood manifestations or very simple phenomena involving dimensions usually not perceived by our limited perceptions. I also believe that the human mind is one of the paths into this multi-dimensional world. It really opens things up once you have this breakthrough, even in the realm of "science" which is now a hobby to me, it simply expands the universe in an exponential way. It's also made me get very much in touch with my own intuitive powers, which are pretty darned strong, especially for a guy, and my clairvoyant powers as well, which are there and have saved my ass a few times, although I can't control them (I wish I could). Nonetheless, some of it is frightening. Ghosts aren't always fun. The one in Denver seemed quite psychotic. Very disturbing and unpleasant. Man. I could go on for hours about specific experiences. There are simply way too many to recount from the last 18 years (I had my first at 25 and am now 43).

Sweejak · Post by **Sweejak** » Mon Aug 08, 2005 2:32 pm

Maggrwaggr, I find that really fascinating, that science is now a hobby. Any thoughts about "metaphysical physics"?

enkidu · Post by **enkidu** » Mon Aug 08, 2005 8:46 pm

Metaphysical Physics . . . hmm I was willing to accept the premise that Magic and the Paranormal are two different things, but upon further reflection-- And if my use of the term "Paranormal" is incorrect as far as the distinction some of you are making, okay--bear with me please: It is known that there are frequencies of light and sound that are beyond our senses' capacity to consciously perceive, beyond our conscious awareness; we are able to detect them, measure them, and we are able to harness these frequencies and put them to use, serving our dubious purposes. Suppose, as some of you seem to be suggesting, that Extra-Sensory Perception, for example, is as a Sixth Sense simply a higher or lower frequency on the spectrum that includes the other five senses--whether one is born with an anomolous ability to "see" or it's an ability we all have, if we work at it, develop those sixth-sense muscles with exercise . . . In the hands of an adept could not this ability be "harnessed," such understanding of the "Physics" of metaphysics to use it, a tool, and would that not qualify as Magic? (If you care to bother,) can you be clearer on the distinction you're making, where exactly the line between natural and supernatural is drawn? I'm just curious

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