My mother has told me numerous times before that when I was a young child, I would have nightmares of aliens taking me away. I even read one of her journals from long ago that discussed it. She said that it broke her heart because the experiences caused me to never want to be held (a problem which still resonates today). But she also spoke of me being protected for a purpose, and that she'd had dreams of me being protected by Buffalo. In her journal she spoke of me as a child discussing how energy flows through the hands and that they can be used to heal. I've seen numerous UFOs in my lifetime and even have a brief image in my mind of two aliens standing over me, derived from one of the dreams when I was younger. When I was around the age of 12, I found a very unusual rock on the beach. I saw it as the waves receded back, and grabbed it immediately. I never told anyone about it, and kept it until the age of 17, when I destroyed it. The rock was about 3-4 inches in diameter, a perfect sphere. The top sphere/disc section was slightly smaller in diameter. The sides slanted downward, and on the bottom were perfectly carved grooves running from the center to the edges. There were 12. All equal, all perfectly carved. The color of the object was medium brown with a hint of red throughout (rust?). The artifact was also very light. The closest thing I can compare it to is this: http://newspundit.net/aufooverhouse.jpg I started having apocalyptic nightmares (which are a story in themselves) and increased ghost experiences throughout my years following. I don't at all connect those experiences to the artifact, but they in turn led me to believe I had some important destiny. That belief in turn made me feel as if I had no choice in the matter and no power to do anything. One day in a fit of rage I smashed the artifact with a hammer and threw away the pieces.
the simple feeling of living a destiny - honorable enough - curiously so . perhaps one day you'll discover the sort of saucers that landed in my granny's backyard , that they are not anywhichway alien , they love life .
The power we're given is the power to experience our destiny. Sometimes it hurts, but other times it's super cool and shiny. Have you ever considered writing a book?
I've only told the story above to a few select people, aside from this post. I have many more. Would anyone read it?
I think the stories themselves would be intrinsically interesting, but I'm also thinking the book of your life is not sufficiently written to provide a good plot line - but maybe it will be eventually. Have you written down your experiences for yourself, so you have a record of them?
Every house my family has lived in has been "haunted." (I put haunted in quotations because the word itself implies a wandering soul, rather than spirits trying to communicate with us, mostly through sound) The first house was plagued with children spirits and ghosts of Indians seen running through the woods surrounding. In my mother's journals I read of myself as a toddler being involved in conversations with these children spirits. Luckily my mom is very open minded and never told me they weren't real, but instead encouraged me to not be afraid and that they couldn't hurt me. This first house was also were I learned to put holes through clouds, but psionic abilities will have to be discussed later. The second house we lived in had multiple spirits living there, at least 10. One in particular was in my room, a child not much older than myself at the time (5 or 6). My sister's room had an older male spirit that constantly bothered her, throwing objects across the room and arguing with her. We always could hear footsteps upstairs, even during the day. One time in particular I awoke to a noise in my room, behind a stand in my room peeked out a small, dark figure. It stared at me for several seconds before I screamed and it disappeared. This same small figure appeared to my mother in dreams, watching her from a hole in the ceiling. Regardless of all these experiences, we continued on as normal. The third house we lived in held host to a very difficult part of my life. Not difficult in the sense of family emergency or abuse. But more so the encounters with a more powerful spirit and the arrival of about the end of the world. This all began around the age of 13. The spirit of this house, which did not reside in a single room but rather moved throughout the entire house, appeared to me on Easter night the first year we lived in the house. We had experienced minor occurrences such as rattling dishes, doors opening and closing, our dog barking at things not there, black shadows that more than one of us would see, etc. But none of these compared to the night he appeared before me. I know now it was a he and his name was tom, but more on that later. I awoke that Easter night to a bright light at the end of the hall. I could see it in the reflection of the TV and turned in curiosity to find a 6-foot tall man, made of light, standing at the end of the hallway, in front of my sister's room. The sight was so scary that I couldn't scream. I couldn't say anything. I hid under my covers for an hour trying to convince myself it wasn't real. After I finally calmed my heart rate, I peaked from the covers to look into the TV. He was still standing at the end of the hall. I again went through the process of calming myself down. (At this point this is the scariest thing that I've ever experienced, and in a way it paralyzed me). All-in-all that night I spent 2 1/2 hours hiding under the covers, occasionally checking to see if the being was still there. Finally I worked up the courage to scream and my father came barreling into the room, turned on the lights, and the being was gone. I found out later on that my brother had seen a dark being with red eyes staring into our room at some point earlier in the night. As these years passed, I went through most of high school having prophetic visions of the apocalypse, the antichrist, and of Jesus speaking to me. We moved out of the house when I was 18 to a bigger house 10 or so miles away. Before the old house was sold, 2 friends of mine accompanied me to the house with a ouija board (glow in the dark, of course). We entered the house and set up shop in the living room. I knew exactly where the spirit was. Ever since I was a child I could just "see" shapes or outlines of spirits if i felt their presence. At the time I could only really tell where the spirit was and it's nature. Since then I've learned to hone my skills to communication and not being able to be affected by them. Regardless, he was in my sisters room at the end of the hall, in almost the same place he was when I saw him 6 years earlier. We began asking general questions about the spirit. His name was Tom, he died in 1929, etc. (I should add in a side-note here, that we established with the spirit early on our initials, just in case it wanted to speak to one of us specifically) We asked Tom if he had anything he wanted to say to us. He spelled out WARNING. We then asked if the warning was for any of us. He said yes. We asked which one, and it indicated my two friends. Through extensive questioning Tom explained that I was the only one that could save them. When we asked Tom when this would take place, he spelled out 2012. After that one of my friends quickly told us to take our hands off the cursor. Simultaneously, we took our hands off and watched the cursor continue to move about an inch before coming to a stop. This scared one of the friends so much he took off running. We never went back there. I should add that it is very difficult for these spirits to communicate with us. Even with the ouija boards we have to allow them to use our power to help them communicate. It's rarely down and many spirits become frustrated that no one listens to them. This was when I started to go on ghost hunts. I did not exactly tell my friends that I could communicate and/or "see" the spirits. Mostly they went along with the flow and were more afraid of the ghost than they were interested in how I knew so much about the spirits. I traveled to many haunted sites until I ran into the darkest, most powerful entity I had ever experienced on an abandoned slave plantation. That incident was the first time I ever ran from a spirit.
This is fascinating stuff, Guardian. Interesting that ALL the houses you lived in growing up were haunted. I suspect there may be ghosts in and around the house I'm living in, but I'm not sensitive to these things as you appear to be. I do know that there has been at least one death in or near the house within the last couple decades. Also the house sits right on top of a centuries-old trail that used to lead to a nearby place called Indian Rock, where lots of people died in a battle between early European settlers and Indians in the late 1600's. It would be interesting to be able to sense spirits as well as you do while walking on the remnants of this trail. If you have the time and inclination, I'd love to read more from you. Details about your encounter on the slave plantation? I'm also interested in the story of your apocalyptic dreams.
Since I'd been exposed to spirits/ghosts throughout my entire life, I've never been afraid of them. I've always been able to just take them as they are and try to discern what it is they want or need. For the most part these spirits exert themselves into our 3 dimensional plane through sound, smell, temperature, physical contact, and visual representation. Some appear to repeat memories, usually his/her death, with hardly any notice being taken of human visitors. Others appear to understand our existence, but wish to be left alone. These can come across as negative spirits when in fact they are merely angry and confused as to how to communicate. Still some spirits are aware of themselves to a level where they can manipulate our plane. Spirits that can physically touch us, or spirits that can enter our dreams are of a higher level of understanding. A lot of the spirits I have encountered were harmless. One time we traveled to a civil war memorial garden at night. (I should note most of the time we did have to climb fences in order to reach these places at night). a certain dark figure followed us around the garden, hiding within the shrubbery. We could all hear the occasionally shifting of feet, or see the figure move from tree to tree. I walked upon a small shed near the end of the property. The plaque in front of it stated that it had been used to lodge soldiers and slaves during the civil war. I stood in front of the bolted door, with my face about 5 inches from the wood grain. There I began to ask questions. At this time I was in the habit of asking questions that seemed most important to me but were in fact irrelevant to what most spirits intended to communicate. This contributes to spirits' frustration, as we never seem to ask the right question. Questions such as "When did you die?" "What is your name?" etc, were what we generally would say aloud. As I stood in front of the door, I asked the spirit to show itself. After a brief period of silence, in the wood grain I saw the face of a bearded confederate soldier come into being, and as quickly as the face appeared, a loud, powerful knock hit the door towards me several inches, almost hitting me in the face. This is the point my friends began to get a little scared and we left. After this ghost hunt and several other minor excursions we decided it was time to venture into a cemetery. The veterans cemetery downtown had reported sightings of a dark figure lurking on the hill at the center of the cemetery. At this time we had stepped up our game a little bit. We brought along a wine glass (I'll explain), a high-frequency recorder, and a dime. Upon a large stone we sat the dime, marked it's exact position, and at the center of the cemetery we left the high-frequency recorder on top of the wine glass (we had read that spirits can communicate easier through some type of glass or crystal medium). We left behind our small tests to explore the graveyard itself. The hunt started out relatively boring, with my two friends and I reading tombstones and walking around. Until we saw the figure. As we climbed the hill at the center of the graveyard, the dark figure had already made his presence known. We could vaguely make out his shape moving behind trees, keeping an eye on us. We could hear his footsteps as he crossed the concrete. Even though it never came within 20 feet of us, it was not happy with us being there. As we walked off the hill, one of the most bizarre events I've ever experienced happened. The three of us were making our way down the cement path to gather our small tests we had left when all of the sudden, we were surrounded. Footsteps of at least 20 or so different pairs of feet were marching around us in varying circles. My friends could not see the spirits, but I could. Men, women, children of all sorts, all appearing sad with slumped over shoulders, marching around us. My friends faces turned white as we all went back to back and tried to figure out what to do. We were trapped within these spirits, and none of us had the courage to attempt to break free. Finally, I stepped forward and told them all to disperse, and that we meant no harm. I did not have fear within me, as my mother had always taught me that I have power over this realm, and that they are on my turf. I ordered them to leave us alone and sure enough, they disappeared. All that was left was a lone boy. I noticed him when the spirits began to disperse, hiding behind a tombstone. He came forward and within my mind he spoke "Follow me." He led me through several different sections of the cemetery until we came upon a small grave. Upon it was only "Male child, 7-8 years old." The boy disappeared. I should note that when I speak of seeing spirits, it is not in the same way you see another person. It's hard to explain, but I can choose to see them or choose not to see them. I always know they are there and I can tell where they are and what they are feeling. I can also communicate with them without using words. In retrospection I find it odd my friends at the time, who were admittedly open-minded, did not question my knowledge or power over the spirits. I even asked them the next day what they thought about the previous night and they did not even remember. They chose not to remember. Upon studying the high-frequency recorder we heard the faint whisper of a woman saying "Help me" over and over again, and the dime was turned 90 degrees clockwise.
The last time I went ghost hunting, or even searching for spirits, was the abandoned slave plantation. I had heard about the plantation from a couple friends of mine, and to understand my story, you will have to hear their back story. I will review what they told me as it is the reason I wanted to go there. Both of the guys, lets just say Z and X, snuck onto the abandoned plantation a couple years previous at night. They found their way to the old slave quarters and said they watched as one of the giant stone wheels used for sharpening began to turn right in front of them. They then heard the sound of chains rattling, coming closer and closer. They both decided to close their eyes (a very brave move) and when they opened their eyes, they were turned facing the gate they had come in. At this point they ran away. The next day they returned, and this time actually entered the plantation house, some 150 yards from the road. There were empty sleeping bags of the homeless, who had abandoned them. Dirty dishes were still in the sink from the last owners. In the little girls bedroom they found an old english-style dress laid out for the next day, with uncompleted homework on the desk. From what they understood the family had left in a hurry and never came back. Upstairs they found a room with medical beds covered in blood and surrounded by broken syringes. Their impression was that one of the previous owners performed some type of experiments on slaves, but no one really knows. Unfortunately they were disrespectful and stole some golden plates they found. The spirit didn't like that. For the next two years on the anniversary of the day they stole the plates, both had incredible intense and horrible nightmares of a demon spirit torturing them. Regardless, neither one would go onto the property. They would only show me and another friend where it was. I brought along the high-frequency recorder and a friend who had never been on any hunts. As we walked down the road towards the main gate, we could all see a dark figure standing in the middle of a field next to a very large tree. It was unmistakeable, as it moved closer to us as we approached. Both of the friends who had previously visited stood on the opposite side of the road and wouldn't go near the gate. My new friend and I approached the main gate with the recorder and began asking questions. I asked "Is there anything here that doesn't want us to move forward." Immediately we heard a loud crack not 10 feet away (at this point the figure disappeared). I asked again "If you don't want us to approach, make another sound." Immediately another loud crack, this time 5 feet closer. I asked one final question, "If you do not want us to step onto your land, give us a sign and....." I was interrupted. We heard footsteps stomping towards us, almost running. We could feel the air become extremely cold. My friend had already took off running. I stood there for as long as I could, but I could see him coming right towards us. He had an energy field around him that he could manipulate. Before he was next to me I could feel the negative energy field that he was propelling towards me. One of the guys across the street's hair flew back as, per his description, a feeling of hatred, intense depression, and cold shook his entire body. I knew at that moment that this being was much more than me, and I ran. We all ran for a good half mile before stopping. After listening to the recorder, we found that as he got closer and closer, a strong static steadly became louder and louder until all you could hear was static, followed shortly by the sound of us running away. I have never returned to that plantation and never will.
Pretty amazing stuff, Guardian. Thank you for telling us about these experiences. Did you do any more ghost hunting after encountering the powerful spirit at the slave plantation? How do you feel about your "destiny" at this point? Do you have any plans or goals for these abilities you have? Is there anything you can tell us about the apocalyptic dreams you mentioned in your first post? I recently found out about a group of guys in my area who do ghost investigations. I'm considering asking them if they would let me come along next time they do one. I don't know what to expect. I've never "seen" a ghost or experienced anything that seemed strongly ghostlike. But I've had encounters with spirits in recent years, and this leads me to wonder if I might be able to experience more now than I have in the past. I don't know if I understand what you mean by being able to see or not see the ghosts at will, but it sort of reminds me of when I briefly saw an energy field around two people years ago. It was really as if I were sort of split. Part of me was seeing the two people as I normally see people, and part of me was seeing them in shades of gray, surrounded by the energy field. It wasn't like one image was imposed over the other, it was more like two separate images - one seen through my eyes, and the other "seen" only as a vision in my mind - but a very vivid one.
My encounter with the spirit of the plantation made me realize a couple things. First, I realized that I had no right to disturb such spirits. Whether or not they need my help is something I don't know and won't know, therefore I stopped going to bother spirits. Second, I realized that I had no real reason to seek out those spirits. Maybe I was trying to prove something to myself, or prove something to someone else, but I realized that I could not help these spirits at that point in time. I was not ready. As far as the "sight," what you refer to as me being able to see spirits, is comparable to if you look into a crowd and focus on every red shirt. Instead of seeing 20 people, you would see those that fall into the specific category. In the same way I decide when to pay attention to spirits, and it generally only comes to mind when I'm in these haunted places. The dreams I will elaborate on later as it plays a pivotal role in understanding my teenage years and the first few years of college. They came amidst demon attacks and intense visions of the end of the world. I dreamed of Jesus, the Antichrist, the Apocalypse, etc. But it turns out all of these dreams were part of a path I was on, and they led me to the dreams I have now, in which I am conscious and capable of manipulating the dreams. Here lately I've been figuring out how to travel to different planets. More soon....
I don't really see that it makes any difference whether you have the "right" to disturb the ghosts. Is there a ghosts' bill of rights? However I can certainly see that you don't feel ready to deal with a spirit like that. Have you read any of Carlos Castaneda's books? He wrote about manipulating dreams, and a "dreaming body" that can take you to different places in the "real" world - or to other planets I suppose, why not? Looking forward to more stories from you.
The Dreams started when I was 13 years old. At one point my dreams shifted from that of normal day to day manipulations, to dreams of prophecy and apocalypse. I had always gone to church with my parents, but had never really cared much about it. However once the dreams began to occur, I began to obsess over Revelation, bible code, prophecies, etc. The dreams can be separated from normal dreams by their degree of realism. Surely any of you has had a dream that felt as real as the waking realm. Regardless, I can remember colors, sounds, and dialogue much better from these specific dreams. The first dream I found myself in Israel. Myself and a few others were listening to a radio as the broadcaster announced the end of the world. We ran outside to a city of chaos. People were looting, driving aimlessly, and running on foot out of the burning city. I ran to the outskirts of town and saw a large pyramid with an eye on the top. Around it people were worshiping it. As I stared on Jesus walked up next to me. He had a somber look on his face as he told me to look in Acts and John. I began searching a bible and turned to see him riding of into the horizon. Another dream I was flying away from Earth, along with thousands of others. Ahead was a golden portal in space. Jesus was in the center of it, and he told me I had to go back and help the blind. I turned to see millions of sad faces on earth, and began my descent. I also had a couple dreams regarding the Antichrist. In one instance he was crucifying me. In another he came in warships and attacked an island that many of us were taking refuge on. I only saw his face once, and he looked very similar to Joe Biden, though I did not realize this at the time. When I first saw Joe Biden I made the connection. Other dreams included the horsemen of the apocalpyse, and living in refuge after a world war. These dreams guided me to adopt a very negative and apocalyptic view of the world. I assumed that I had been chosen for something great after I had a dream in which I protected the new messiah as a child. I learned the whereabouts of a hidden temple (which I later found on Google Earth) and spent most of my adolescence assuming I had to find this temple. All this surmounted over the years, being concreted by a psychic who requested I come see her because she needed to talk to me.........
do the real work and you'll get your pay . probably since old jesus asked you to then you will . to help the suffering of people - now , what you going to do ? having all these glory dreams ain't much of a gift to others , and assuming you be great and chosen by virtue of dreaming you are the Guardian ain't much . the reality of doing the work ? ya , it be not just a glory - itsa the glory glory - ifn you do it and write about it we don't need it shiny , just the is-ness and some art . oh , once i had a dream quite similar to yours . And i remember and cherish it . I'd call it a story dream - these are easy to remember and they are for the remembering . What do i do to help the suffering of millions on a sad planet ? I couldn't say if it's a little or lot . I just know i get my pay and so i go on doing what i do . I'd be rather hopeless at working a regular job by now .
bit strange... i thought i'd posted something on this thread with a link to my own story... The Guardian, i have experiences in a similar vein to yourself.... i would like to talk about stuff with you if possible... the link to some of my experiences is as follows: http://www.hipforums.com/newforums/showthread.php?t=400145 pm me if you are interested in talking some more please? many thanks
My mother had been going to the same psychic periodically for many years. If a big decision presented itself or if she was scared about something, she would pay the psychic a visit. One day, amidst all my emerging experiences and theories, my mother came home and asked me to sit and talk with her for a moment. Before this I had no idea she had ever gone to a psychic. She described the woman to me, and told me what happened earlier that day. My mother had been conversing with the psychic with regards to a problem with relatives when the psychic asked about me. She said "You're son is going on a journey, isn't he? Tell him he's not going as soon as he thinks. And that he won't go to the middle east." (at the time I was following my initial dream, thinking I need to travel to Jerusalem to find someone). After more conversing the psychic requested I visit her. So my mother offered to pay the fee (100 dollars, not a mere tarot card psychic) and I went there two days later. Turns out the psychic lived very close to our home. It took a good while to find the place given its' seclusion, but after following a very narrow dirt road I came upon her house. Her "office" as you would call it was in the basement. There were no signs, no flashing lights, only a desk, a sofa, and some family pictures. The psychic was a devout christian woman in her 60s, who chain smoked and cursed. Not at all fitting the model psychic. But since she had already mentioned something I had literally told no one, I was intrigued. She handed me a normal deck of cards and told me to shuffle them. As I did so she gazed intently at me. This is where she began to draw things from my mind, as she later described it. She mentioned the dreams I'd been having, and the journey I thought I was embarking on. I had taken on the assumption that I was going to travel to Jerusalem and find a descendant of Jesus and help him somehow. Regardless, she told me that I would not go to the Middle East and that Jesus did not need my help. She was very matter of fact about everything. She was never overly emotional and never "beat around the bush." However, whenever I asked certain questions, regarding God, or creation, or what I am intended for, she would look off in deep thought, shake her head, and change the subject. As I continued to shuffle she went on to describe me. I assume as a manor of gaining trust she breaks you apart and gives you healthy advice. She described my depression, brought up the uneasiness I get from others touching me, and also discussed my belief systems. Once she finished she had me split the deck into 3 stacks. Every card that slid out of place she counted and meticulously placed in a specific pattern. She proceeded to tell me my future. She said that I would go on a journey, but that it would not be as soon as I thought (2006). She also discussed that I would return from that journey to save my family and others. She could see that a death of someone close would signify my time to depart. She then touched on my marital and children status in the future, but spoke very uncertain of them. She said that there was a time in my future that would be very pivotal and would decide a lot of things about my life. The time she pinpointed it to be was in the same time as the first time someone told me when I would die in sixth grade.....
