This is a thread for those who believe and are of like minds.
In honour of my new ebook I published (LIVING WITH SPIRITS-MY LIFE AS A SPIRITUAL MEDIUM by Sarah Christine Lalonde).
I wanted to ask, what are your experiences? Do you use your intuition? Ever had a reading ? Did you ever feel there was a miracle in your life? In my book I discuss how miracles are not just magical happenings, but often based on the hard work of our own two hands here on Earth-"compassion".
Please feel free to discuss.
I will not engage anyone in a debate however..please start your own thread if that is the topic you'd like to discuss (is it real) not here please.
My true story dates back to 1979 when I was living in a small trailer in Ayden NC just outside Greenville.
I was living by myself at first and about two weeks after I moved in, weird things started to happen.
The first thing that happened was...A friend followed me home one night after I was having car trouble, to make sure I made it home. As we pulled down the long gravel road that led to my trailer, we noticed all the lights were on in the trailer and the front door was standing wide open. She made the comment...”Do you always go to work in the mornings, leave your lights on and your door standing wide open”? I said, no and we went inside to check it out. Nothing was missing and everything was as it was when I went to work that morning.
About a week later, I was laying I bed one night and the whole trailer started to shake violently. I grabbed a Billy stick that lay next to my bed and when my feet hit the floor the trailer stopped shaking. As I slowly made my way down the hall, (turning on lights as I went) I froze when I turned on the living room light and looked across into the kitchen. There, laying on the kitchen floor was a smoke detector. There were no markings on the ceiling where it came from and I didn’t remember ever seeing a smoke detector in there before (you will know the reason for the smoke detector by the end of my story).
About a month later I was out late one night and on my way home I stopped by a 7-11. I picked stuff up to make a sandwich, along with a six pack of canned cokes (remember, this was 1979 when canned cokes came in six packs and 7-11 was on every corner). When I got home, I made a sandwich and pulled one coke out of the six pack. I ate all of my sandwich but had not quite finished my coke. I took it to may bedroom, placed it on the night stand and went to bed. The next morning, I woke up, went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator to get another coke out and noticed two cokes missing out of the six pack ( I know I only drank one coke the night before). As I was closing the refrigerator door, something caught my eye over in the living room...An empty coke can was sitting on the end table next to the couch, the phone receiver had been taken off the hook and was sitting on top of the empty coke can. Deadbolts on both front and back door with sliding chain locks on the inside. I was there alone... I thought.
The next day I was talking to the neighbor and was asking her if strange things had ever happened around there. She asked why, and I proceeded to tell her the things that had been happening to me. When I finished telling her, she turned as white as a sheet. I asked her what was wrong and she said...”If I tell you, you will not set foot back in that trailer”... I told her that I needed to know and she reluctantly told me what had happened about five years earlier. She said, not in this trailer, but on the same spot this trailer was sitting, a young lady had committed suicide by locking her self in her trailer and setting it on fire. She said her ghost was the one that brought me the smoke detector so I wouldn’t get burned up. Her ghost was also the one causing all the other strange things that were happening around there. She then told me that the landlord was having a hard time keeping the place rented. People would move in and about a month later move out with strange stories to tell...
Well, I did go back inside and about a week later I had a roommate move in to help pay expenses. I told him the stories and what the neighbor had said. He was like everyone else and said it was all my imagination... Until one night about a month later...That’s when I saw her...and made a believer out of him.
My roommate, for some reason, would always fall asleep on the couch watching TV, not in the spare bedroom. One stormy night I had gone to bed around 11:30. It was raining hard with lots of thunder and lightning. About 1:30 that morning I was awakened when someone (or something) grabbed hold of my ankle. This is when I finally get to meet her (I now refer to her as “The Ghost In The Green Dress”). She was leaning over me at the foot of my bed and she had placed her hand on my ankle. She had a pleasant smile on her face, had long dark hair and was wearing a green dress. I tried to scream, but was so terrified, nothing came out. We stared at each other for what seemed like a few minuets but in reality was only a few seconds. A bolt of lightning lit up the room, she was gone and there was no more pressure on my ankle. I turned the night stand light on, gathered my senses and somehow managed to fall back off to sleep (leaving the light on of course).
The next morning, I got up, got dressed and went into the living room. There on the couch was my roommate with a quilt pulled up to his neck and his eyeballs as wide as silver dollars... I startled him when I walked into the room and he sat straight up. He asked me if I got up last night and walked around. I told him no (I hadn’t told him what had happened to me yet). He told me that someone (...or something) Was walking around in the trailer about 3:30 that morning. He said he heard footsteps coming from my bedroom. He thought I was up because he saw my light on. When he came down the hall to see if I was ok, he found me asleep. Now, in a single wide trailer you can hear every single footstep someone makes. With that being said, my roommate went back and lay down on the couch. A few minuets later he heard footsteps again...They came down the hall from my bedroom, walked into the living room where he was laying on the couch, walked between the couch and the coffee table (within a foot of where he was laying), out into the kitchen and around the kitchen table. The footsteps then retraced there steps back into my bedroom. Needless to say, he had been awake ALL night...
We moved out about a week later and when I handed the landlord the keys, I asked him if what my neighbor said was true...He confirmed her stories and he also confirmed that no smoke detector was ever put in that trailer...He said he was thinking about having a priest come out to bless the trailer and see if they could get her spirit to leave...
This happened to me over 30 years ago and I have never been back there. I only hope that this young lady was able to find peace with herself and cross over into the light...
In 1969 I had a guy put the barrel .38 revolver between my eyes. At that precise moment I had what I can only describe as an "out of body experience". Although it was about 3 am, it suddenly was very bright and I could see everything in a 360 degree view. I also KNEW beyond a doubt that the guy would not shoot me. He eventually lowered the hammer on the revolver and walked away. I have had a few other experiences like this but not as dramatic. I have also been able to sucessully predict cards to be dealt to me. Once in a friendly game I layed my cards face up and anounced that I was drawing to an inside straight. I needed an eight and I KNEW I was going to get it. I did. When I was a child I KNEW I could walk among the yellow jackets and they would not sting me. Everyone else would get stung but me. STRANGE. Both my son and daughter have certain ESP abilities but if you have them, eventually you let age overcome the abilities.
That's an awesome story. I've had experiences that made me feel protected, like someone was watching out for me. And once as a child I had either a vivid dream or actually saw a little girl (I'm talking tiny in height as well) glowing so white she was blue right next to my pillow. I was only 6 or 7.
I can feel peoples pain. Not like Bill Clinton actually feel the pain. My oldest son by a previous marriage fell out of a tree at age 13 broke his arm and I felt. I used to joke that when my dad passed on I would probably have to tag along. Once I was parking my car in Chinatown and had an intense pain over my left eye. I stopped wiped the tears from my eye and 10 minutes later a second pain occured at 1:10 PST. Called my sister and asked if pop had a operation. He was cut at 1 and 1:10 PST for a nerve in his face.
I sometimes dream about people I know that are doing things. Once I told a female woker to tell her boyfriend to take his cowboy boots off before they made love. The night before she and her boyfriend had a quickie and he kept his boots on.
Another time I kepy grinning at one of my male co-workers. He asked what I was grinning about. I told him that I had a dream that morning that he was masturbating into a bottle. He turned pale! He had to submit a sample to see if his operation to become sterile was okay.
Never could figure out how to make money on my "gift" but I sure as hell capalized it on making out with the women I KNEW were willing.
I've had my own experiences. One in particular which was very frightening at my aunt's house when I was a kid. A demonic force was residing in her home at the time. It would attack her dog and throw things around in the kitchen, opening and slamming doors around the house. When we stayed there it got so bad that we refused to sleep there another night.
We knew something was amiss because there was no one else in the house besides her, her husband, the dog and me and my mom and sister and when everyone went to bed it was obvious that there was someone else moving around and walking around in the house. It didn't want me and my mom and sister there at all and it enjoyed tormenting the dog.
I've had the positive kind too, especially when I'm really down and out or having a very hard time in life I feel Holy Spirit empowering me to get up and keep moving.
As a child, I used to talk with my grandfather all of the time, never knowing until I was older that he had been dead since before I was born. Committed suicide in the house I was living. When asked who I was talking to, I would tell them grandpa. No one ever believed me, until the tv would change channels on its own, the radio started turning itself on and changing stations. Still, the only person who believed me was my grandma, and she never actually told me she believed, but when the radio would change or the rocking chair would start rocking, she would say "Howard, knock it off!" As a child, I never knew him by Howard, only grandpa.
With 2012 here, there are supposed to be many people awakening to their own spirituality and having their own intuitive experience with the other side.
How we perceive the experience may relate to our own beliefs, fears, positivity, negativity, culture, TV, religion, faith, etc.
For example I have met some people who believe if their cooking pan is tossed across the room it must be an evil force, while someone who has an understanding of the other side and their own intuition, may realize it is only their grandma who loved to cook-and was trying to bring attention to the pan as a symbol of her personality/hobby.
There are also what I call an echo that can happen.
This is when we come into contact with a lot of intense left over energy. The energy is repetitive and creates a lot of noise or physical movements, but has no soul attached to it-it is only left over energy. This is common when people pass by a battle field, where a war once happened..sometimes people say they see the soldiers there as "ghosts". What they are truly seeing and feeling is the echo of the intense and powerful energy left behind after a war happens. Our souls almost always cross over, and it is rare to become stuck-contrary to what TV teaches.
Thank you for your stories...some very interesting ones for sure!
I live on the other side, the Dark side I found a way to astral project into cyber space, angels, not where I'm at, fallen angels maybe, demons for sure their all over the place here, there climbing on me right now!
Wait till my new book comes out "Confessions of Madam Pompadour"
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I really cannot say if this was a spiritual experience, a mass visitation, a nightmare, or a mental breakdown. But I still remember it like it happened today.
I got pretty banged up in Vietnam and spent some time in hospitals. I was given the option of an early discharge from the Army, or staying in to complete the two years left on my enlistment. I chose the latter. When I was released from the hospital I still was not fit for regular duty, so I was assigned to be a funeral escort. My job was to meet the body of deceased soldiers, and be the liaison between the family, the Army, and the funeral home/cemetery.
It was the worst experience of my life. I was 20 years old, had been in combat three months before, and was in no way psychologically prepared for the job. Our training consisted of a week long class in how to fold a flag, how a military funeral was conducted, and a brief explanation of the benefits the soldier’s family would receive. Aside from that, our only orders were “Never allow the family to see the contents of a closed casket. If they absolutely insist on knowing their loved one is in there, you will open it in the presence of funeral home personnel only (no family) and tell them he looks fine, but his skin has darkened from the time he passed on. Never say anything about the actual condition of the body (and trust me, nobody would have ever wanted to know what I saw). Besides that, our only orders were never to get physically involved with grieving and vulnerable wives, girlfriends, sisters, mothers, etc.
I did seven funerals in just over a month, and I was in a motel room in Atlanta, Georgia waiting to leave the next morning for another one somewhere down south. I didn’t drink or use drugs so I wasn’t stoned, but I woke up in the middle night and they were all in my room. All seven of the guys I had buried. Some I had only seen pictures of, but I knew every one. There was an overpowering sense of gloom and one of them said “Get dressed, Sarge, there’s another one waiting.”
I ran out of the room in just my underwear and to the motel office. The desk clerk probably thought I was crazy, because all I could say was “They’re in my room!” He got me a blanket and went to the room and brought me some clothes. I sat in the office the rest of the night, and the next morning I called the colonel in charge of my detail and told him I was done. By the end of the day I was in a shrink’s office at Fort Jackson, South Carolina and never went back to funeral detail. I’d have deserted if they told me I had to.
Over the years I’ve had a lot of dreams and my share of nightmares too, but nothing was ever so terrifying or so vivid.