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re: OT parents: my 3yo says she sees ghosts...experiences?
Posted on 2/25/14 at 3:03 pm to BigEdLSU
Posted on 2/25/14 at 3:03 pm to BigEdLSU
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BigEdLSU
I recall you posting this story before and going well past what you did in the earlier post in this thread. Why don't you just pull that one up? It has to be in that long arse ghost thread from a year or so ago.
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Posted on 2/25/14 at 3:05 pm to Dick Leverage
When I was a teenager (probably around 14) I went with my boy scout troop to ride bikes at the Vicksburg Civil War Battlefield. We stopped for lunch at the Illinois monument, a large domed pavilion. After eating, most of the troop had walked outside the monument to run around while I was looking at the plaques inside. Then, I started to hear voices. Those voices turned to yells, gunshots, and cannon blasts. I could hear them muffled, like sounds of a battle from a mile away. I turned around and saw my friend passed out on the floor (he had just been walking around a minute ago). I ran to him and woke him up trying to see if he was ok. He quickly resumed consciousness and said he saw the battle.
He was wearing a grey uniform and marching in a column of soldiers. He heard the cannon blasts and saw a wave of his compatriots die in a hail of musket fire before I'd woken him.
I immediately went into the bathroom and splashed some water in my face to calm down. When I left the bathroom a minute later, all of the noises were gone, my friend was completely fine, and it was time to resume the bike ride. He still swears to the truth of this to this day.
He was wearing a grey uniform and marching in a column of soldiers. He heard the cannon blasts and saw a wave of his compatriots die in a hail of musket fire before I'd woken him.
I immediately went into the bathroom and splashed some water in my face to calm down. When I left the bathroom a minute later, all of the noises were gone, my friend was completely fine, and it was time to resume the bike ride. He still swears to the truth of this to this day.
Posted on 2/25/14 at 3:06 pm to Salmon
My daughter has been saying for several now that a ghost is in this particular corner in our house. We recently got a couple of dogs and they randomly bark at that one corner of the room. Night or day it doesn't matter. I for one don't believe in ghost. Maybe I will when they all aren't white and dress in 1800s wardrobe. Still kind of freaky thoufh
Posted on 2/25/14 at 3:11 pm to Josh Fenderman
I didnt tell the entire story then. I have once, but deleted it after a few minutes
Posted on 2/25/14 at 3:12 pm to BigEdLSU
why would you delete it?
Posted on 2/25/14 at 3:15 pm to BigEdLSU
quote:
BigEdLSU I didnt tell the entire story then. I have once, but deleted it after a few minutes
Honestly, when you type something like that out then go back and read what you've typed, you think to yourself, "Man, I sound like a nut job." The problem is, your experience is real. People may not buy it but it's what happened.
Posted on 2/25/14 at 3:18 pm to caill430
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We recently got a couple of dogs and they randomly bark at that one corner of the room.
I dated a girl in college who had a fairly docile wiener dog. I stayed at her place 2-3 nights a week I guess. At least once a month the dog would wake us up, barking like its life was in danger at absolutely nothing. It scared the shite out of me bc I know the dog saw something in the bedroom. The girl would just go back to bed like it was no big deal though.
Posted on 2/25/14 at 3:19 pm to Fat Man
I don't discount your story and I'm sorry to hear about your mother, but why is it always immediate relatives? Why would someone's great great great grandfather not come back to visit their descendants? Do they not care once 3 generations have gone by?
I just feel like all of these things can be explained by our brains, which we don't really full understand right now. When my grandmother passed away, the story was that she was bedridden as well and not able to communicate. Then, she sat up and started telling everyone not to be scared that she saw a beautiful garden with birds singing and that's where she was going to go. The thing is, the woman loved gardens and birds. Her brain, which was nearing its final moments, was someone keeping her peaceful by flashing pictures of things she loved.
It's all a wonderful story to believe in the afterlife, and that we'll all be with our loved ones and that there is a spirit world. I'm afraid I just don't buy it.
I just feel like all of these things can be explained by our brains, which we don't really full understand right now. When my grandmother passed away, the story was that she was bedridden as well and not able to communicate. Then, she sat up and started telling everyone not to be scared that she saw a beautiful garden with birds singing and that's where she was going to go. The thing is, the woman loved gardens and birds. Her brain, which was nearing its final moments, was someone keeping her peaceful by flashing pictures of things she loved.
It's all a wonderful story to believe in the afterlife, and that we'll all be with our loved ones and that there is a spirit world. I'm afraid I just don't buy it.
This post was edited on 2/25/14 at 3:20 pm
Posted on 2/25/14 at 3:41 pm to Mo Jeaux
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but why is it always immediate relatives?
It's not always immediate relatives. The poster who mentioned the gun battle at Vicksburg ... didn't sound related.
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Her brain, which was nearing its final moments, was someone keeping her peaceful by flashing pictures of things she loved.
So, applying this to my Mom: She was in her final moments and said, "No, not now. You'll have to wait." Then delayed her final moments for a week
Coincidentally, there was cat on the back porch that day. Never been there before. When I returned into the house, the cat tried to enter. I shut the door (a glass door). The cat visciously attacked the door, demanding to come into the house. It then climbed on top a car parked in the driveway, stared into the house, then attacked the door again. The cat sensed something in the house before my Mom's visit.
Now, to be clear, I never said God was involved or Christ. And I'm not trying to convince you. But just as you think all the varied tales in this thread can be explained by the brain playing tricks on the body, I believe all these tales (along with Jim Morrison) are better explained by a 'break on through to the other side.'
Or was it Van Morrison?
Posted on 2/25/14 at 4:35 pm to Josh Fenderman
I can't give much of an account of what I have experienced without starting at the beginning of the story. Rewind back to my middle school days. I was in the EBR school system (magnet) and ran across some weird people that I befriended.
We used to hang out a lot, have sleepovers, ect. They used to always tell me weird things, stories, events..... Looking back in time now, I think they were probably wikken. Used to talk of "casting spells" and "magic".
One day they decided to kill themselves. They both hung themselves in their bathtubs. It was pretty traumatizing.
Fast forward 8 years or so. I was on my way to my calculus class (LSU) the morning of sept 11, 2001. By the next time I am seen, I'm enlisted in the army.
So fast forward a few more years. I'm in Iraq. I do not want to get really detailed, but let's just leave it at this: the locals in a particular region disliked me very much. Specifically me. I've never heard of "hajji voodoo" or any such nonsense, but the dislike came from taking a life.
So that phase of my life ends without much issue, I guess. At this point in my life I am in my early 20's. I'm very.....what's the best way to describe it... I sleep on the floor alone in my place because I wanted to. I never sat with people behind me, I distrusted strangers, even friends.
I wasn't very sociable. The reason I am bringing this up now is to point out that during this time of my life when I returned home, no one would be around me when I was asleep. Ever.
So another year passes or so, and I am pleasantly surprised to meet and court my future wife. We move in together and that's when things start getting really weird.
This woman was my equal, my partner, my friend. We enjoyed all aspects of life together and rarely argued (before marriage obviously)
Well one morning I woke up and she was acting all weird. She was up before me, which was unusual itself. She appeared to be crying. She wouldn't look my way. When I asked her what was wrong, she would blow it off. "it's nothing, forget it" was her response.
So I dropped the questions, although the entire sequence of events that morning was peculiar.
About two weeks later it happened again. She was visibly upset, perhaps quite possibly she was actually afraid when I woke.
I got the same responses from her that I shouldn't worry or fret, but this time I was much more persistent. After a bit, she uncorked.
So she looked towards me, frowned, and said I was talking in my sleep. naturally I laugh, no big deal with that. She shakes her head, "you don't understand, you were not speaking English"
Huh? Say what? Wait a minute! Babe, it's ok! I know bits and pieces of four languages! It must have been a phrase of Spanish, or French? Maybe even Arabic. I even go so far as so begin to speak the phrases I knew in those languages so that it could all make sense to her.
She cries again...."no, no, that's nothing like what you were saying" she insisted. As a brief aside, Arabic is a very "harsh" language on the ears.
We used to hang out a lot, have sleepovers, ect. They used to always tell me weird things, stories, events..... Looking back in time now, I think they were probably wikken. Used to talk of "casting spells" and "magic".
One day they decided to kill themselves. They both hung themselves in their bathtubs. It was pretty traumatizing.
Fast forward 8 years or so. I was on my way to my calculus class (LSU) the morning of sept 11, 2001. By the next time I am seen, I'm enlisted in the army.
So fast forward a few more years. I'm in Iraq. I do not want to get really detailed, but let's just leave it at this: the locals in a particular region disliked me very much. Specifically me. I've never heard of "hajji voodoo" or any such nonsense, but the dislike came from taking a life.
So that phase of my life ends without much issue, I guess. At this point in my life I am in my early 20's. I'm very.....what's the best way to describe it... I sleep on the floor alone in my place because I wanted to. I never sat with people behind me, I distrusted strangers, even friends.
I wasn't very sociable. The reason I am bringing this up now is to point out that during this time of my life when I returned home, no one would be around me when I was asleep. Ever.
So another year passes or so, and I am pleasantly surprised to meet and court my future wife. We move in together and that's when things start getting really weird.
This woman was my equal, my partner, my friend. We enjoyed all aspects of life together and rarely argued (before marriage obviously)
Well one morning I woke up and she was acting all weird. She was up before me, which was unusual itself. She appeared to be crying. She wouldn't look my way. When I asked her what was wrong, she would blow it off. "it's nothing, forget it" was her response.
So I dropped the questions, although the entire sequence of events that morning was peculiar.
About two weeks later it happened again. She was visibly upset, perhaps quite possibly she was actually afraid when I woke.
I got the same responses from her that I shouldn't worry or fret, but this time I was much more persistent. After a bit, she uncorked.
So she looked towards me, frowned, and said I was talking in my sleep.
naturally I laugh, no big deal with that. She shakes her head, "you don't understand, you were not speaking English" Huh? Say what? Wait a minute! Babe, it's ok! I know bits and pieces of four languages! It must have been a phrase of Spanish, or French? Maybe even Arabic. I even go so far as so begin to speak the phrases I knew in those languages so that it could all make sense to her.
She cries again...."no, no, that's nothing like what you were saying" she insisted. As a brief aside, Arabic is a very "harsh" language on the ears.
This post was edited on 2/25/14 at 4:48 pm
Posted on 2/25/14 at 4:35 pm to BigEdLSU
She told me the language was harsher, guttural sounding. (she doesn't read fantasy books about orcs but I have in the past and she does a very good job describing some similar type of language)
So this is pretty freaky. I guess, I mean if I believe it. I'm still really skeptical. She's not one for joking around, pranks, ect.
We happened to be moving around this time in our life for unrelated reasons.
About a month into our new home, it happened again. We didn't talk about it much this time, but it was effecting my life. My wife was withdrawing from me. She was pretty freaked out, and making me feel the same way.
I should have explained this earlier, but oh well. After picking her brain, it seemed like these episodes would happen in the middle of the night and last 10-15 minutes each. She also says that every time she would awake to this, she would push me, yell to me, literally even punch me to wake me up or get a response. That never worked though, and eventually I would fall silent and go back to sleep.
The turning point with these particular events was the fifth and final time it happened. I don't know how long it had been since the last episode, but here we were again. But this time it was different.
I woke up in the middle of the night this time. She was already up, facing me, crying. "babe, what's wrong?" I ask as I sit up. She jumps back, looking terrified.
Fighting my confusion, my instinct to protect wins and I ask again "what is wrong? What is the matter?"at this point she runs out of the room and down the hallway. Naturally I hop up and run after her. (side note, the kids were not home this night)
"babe! Wait! What is it?" I yell out. She responds by running out of the house, cranking the car, and speeding off to her mothers place. Crazy woman! What in the? Oh well.... I go back to sleep
The next morning I call her. She explains that last night was the worst time yet. Instead of just talking in some strange tongue, I actually sat up and got up and followed her.
"Wait, what? I was awake and speaking English and asking you what was the matter!" I explain. She is adamant that I was NOT speaking English and that she is totally freaked out at this point. I am too.
Her father is a pastor at a local church, but neither of us were religious at this time in our lives. Well, it seemed like a good time to start paying attention to the spiritual world around us.
The advice we were given was simple and effective. Purchase a digital recorder, keep it by the bed, and catch this language on tape. Let an expert on ancient languages listen and see if we can have it deciphered or something.
We went to office depot immediately and procured one. As soon as we got home, we tested it and placed it on our headboard so that it was "ready if needed."
Now at this point in time, anyone on the outside observing would probably call in to question the judgement of my wife. If she was the only person hearing this, maybe it was all make believe. I knew her better than that though and was confident we would catch this language on tape.
Well we didn't. At first it was a week, waking up every morning, almost expectant, asking her if it happened.
After two weeks, we were just happy it hadn't happened anymore.
After a month, we kind of joked that maybe whatever it was didn't want to be recorded, and wouldn't reveal itself because it knew we had the device on standby. Good news for us! We'll just keep the recorder handy as a deterrent.
Fast forward about six months. Understand that the "tongues" incident would happen every few weeks before. It had been so long since an incident at this point that we had pretty much pushed the entire experience from our minds.
We joined a local church. (point to be made later regarding this)
So this is pretty freaky. I guess, I mean if I believe it. I'm still really skeptical. She's not one for joking around, pranks, ect.
We happened to be moving around this time in our life for unrelated reasons.
About a month into our new home, it happened again. We didn't talk about it much this time, but it was effecting my life. My wife was withdrawing from me. She was pretty freaked out, and making me feel the same way.
I should have explained this earlier, but oh well. After picking her brain, it seemed like these episodes would happen in the middle of the night and last 10-15 minutes each. She also says that every time she would awake to this, she would push me, yell to me, literally even punch me to wake me up or get a response. That never worked though, and eventually I would fall silent and go back to sleep.
The turning point with these particular events was the fifth and final time it happened. I don't know how long it had been since the last episode, but here we were again. But this time it was different.
I woke up in the middle of the night this time. She was already up, facing me, crying. "babe, what's wrong?" I ask as I sit up. She jumps back, looking terrified.
Fighting my confusion, my instinct to protect wins and I ask again "what is wrong? What is the matter?"at this point she runs out of the room and down the hallway. Naturally I hop up and run after her. (side note, the kids were not home this night)
"babe! Wait! What is it?" I yell out. She responds by running out of the house, cranking the car, and speeding off to her mothers place. Crazy woman! What in the? Oh well.... I go back to sleep
The next morning I call her. She explains that last night was the worst time yet. Instead of just talking in some strange tongue, I actually sat up and got up and followed her.
"Wait, what? I was awake and speaking English and asking you what was the matter!" I explain. She is adamant that I was NOT speaking English and that she is totally freaked out at this point. I am too.
Her father is a pastor at a local church, but neither of us were religious at this time in our lives. Well, it seemed like a good time to start paying attention to the spiritual world around us.
The advice we were given was simple and effective. Purchase a digital recorder, keep it by the bed, and catch this language on tape. Let an expert on ancient languages listen and see if we can have it deciphered or something.
We went to office depot immediately and procured one. As soon as we got home, we tested it and placed it on our headboard so that it was "ready if needed."
Now at this point in time, anyone on the outside observing would probably call in to question the judgement of my wife. If she was the only person hearing this, maybe it was all make believe. I knew her better than that though and was confident we would catch this language on tape.
Well we didn't. At first it was a week, waking up every morning, almost expectant, asking her if it happened.
After two weeks, we were just happy it hadn't happened anymore.
After a month, we kind of joked that maybe whatever it was didn't want to be recorded, and wouldn't reveal itself because it knew we had the device on standby. Good news for us! We'll just keep the recorder handy as a deterrent.
Fast forward about six months. Understand that the "tongues" incident would happen every few weeks before. It had been so long since an incident at this point that we had pretty much pushed the entire experience from our minds.
We joined a local church. (point to be made later regarding this)
This post was edited on 2/25/14 at 4:48 pm
Posted on 2/25/14 at 4:36 pm to BigEdLSU
Well whatever night it was, we had 2/3 of the kids home. The middle was around 13, youngest around 2 or 3.
It's 2 something in the morning and my sleep is shattered by the crying of my youngest son. I get up and walk down the hall to his room, where I now stand beside him while he sleeps. I've only been in the room 5 or ten seconds, and then....
The hair on the back of my neck stands up. a noise I can still clearly recall. It kind of sounded like a bell, maybe a gong? No, I can describe it. It sounded like three exact musical notes from some unheard of instrument resembling a xylophone.
DING, BING, RING....pause 5 seconds
DING, BING, RING
This noise was pervasive. It wasn't painfully loud, but you could hear it at the same volume level no matter where you stood in the house.
I'm a man. A protector, a defender. STRANGE NOISE IN THE HOUSE!!
High alert! I run into the hallway, and see (name withheld, middle child) fully awake and bewildered. The noise awoke him.
I turn away from the noise, to my bedroom, and my wife is wide awake. "WHAT IS THAT NOISE?" everyone seems to ask at once.
I dunno. But I'm the man. So I grab a big knife and creep towards the living/dining room area that seems to be the source. The noise had been constant at this point. The same three musical notes over, and over, and over, and over.
The hair on the back of your neck will literally stand up, and mine still was.
With my wife and children following, I make my way towards the noise..... And see nothing. Literally nothing. Although the noise was pervasive and audible throughout the house, you could still get an idea of direction and distance from it. It was definitely coming from the living room, and nothing at all seemed out of place.
I inch forward, and am drawn to an old recliner we had at the time. This recliner was used, and free, so we were happy to take it off the hands of whoever we got it from a few months back when we were moving.
I wasn't too happy with the free recliner anymore. The noise was coming from it. Wait, no, that's not accurate. The noise was coming from ABOVE the chair. You could hear, and just feel the noise coming from a few feet above the chair, as if someone was sitting in it.
You know how kids are. They love to play, run, throw, hide, and just generally make a mess and lose things. Although I have never heard this "noise" in my life, and could hear it coming from nothing right above the chair, I decided the only logical explanation was that some old child's toy was in the recliners cushions or some such.
Luckily I still had the knife handy, and with my family watching in horror, I cut that recliner to shreds. Literally. I shredded this thing. The back, the bottom, the sides, arm rests, seat cushion, everything.
The noise continued, and the more I cut, the more I realized this was futile. I gutted that chair and there was NOTHING inside of it, much less some device capable of producing this noise.
We are all pretty freaked out at this point. I think they kids and my wife were afraid, but I guess I was just alert. Something about being in a war zone prepares you for anything.
We sat there for a few minutes. I wouldn't move, knife at the ready, close to the chair. The kids, as weird as it sounds, got tired and eventually went back to bed. After 30 minutes or so, so did my wife.
How were they sleeping? The noise was EVERYWHERE. it would not stop. It was the same three notes and a pause. After about an hour, I retreat to my room. My door is open, I am sitting in bed, staring down the hallway (where the kids sleep, open view into the living room)
After about another hour of noise, it just stopped. Suddenly there was this unusual quiet. I finally fell asleep.
The next day finds the kids in school/daycare and me and the wife at the church.
We set a time for the home to be visited and prayed over. Not much time passes, maybe a few days, and the gang shows up at the house. No one picks up any kind of weird vibes or anything, but they pray over the house and myself.
I had a spiritual experience then and there where for the first time in my life I FELT God. I assumed my proper place of authority and we let it be known that no unclean spirits were welcome.
I never had another issue in that house.
We moved again a year or so later, and I have the son of a deceased friend living with us. We removed him from a bad situation at the time, and really don't know what he was exposed to in that time.
I pick him up from school one day and we go home. He tells me weird things have been happening to him. I kind of laugh it off. "what kind of weird things?" I ask.
He tells me how he got in trouble for throwing his books and papers on the floor at school, but he didn't do it. He sat in the back of the class an no one but him saw the stuff just fly off the desk.
Even after being through what I have been through, I shrugged it off. That is, until that evening when my youngest was also home. The kids and me were watching spongebob (scary right?) and the bedroom door slams.
Ummm, no one is in the bedroom. I check. Here....we....go....again
The door slams again a little bit later. I am very religious at this point in my life, and have seen what it takes to drive off spirits. I do it myself (not really me, it was God, but you understand what I mean I assume)
I pray out loud with force and conviction. I let it be known this is my house and these children are under my guard and that I command any unclean spirits to break whatever bonds they hold and be gone.
It's 2 something in the morning and my sleep is shattered by the crying of my youngest son. I get up and walk down the hall to his room, where I now stand beside him while he sleeps. I've only been in the room 5 or ten seconds, and then....
The hair on the back of my neck stands up. a noise I can still clearly recall. It kind of sounded like a bell, maybe a gong? No, I can describe it. It sounded like three exact musical notes from some unheard of instrument resembling a xylophone.
DING, BING, RING....pause 5 seconds
DING, BING, RING
This noise was pervasive. It wasn't painfully loud, but you could hear it at the same volume level no matter where you stood in the house.
I'm a man. A protector, a defender. STRANGE NOISE IN THE HOUSE!!
High alert! I run into the hallway, and see (name withheld, middle child) fully awake and bewildered. The noise awoke him.
I turn away from the noise, to my bedroom, and my wife is wide awake. "WHAT IS THAT NOISE?" everyone seems to ask at once.
I dunno. But I'm the man. So I grab a big knife and creep towards the living/dining room area that seems to be the source. The noise had been constant at this point. The same three musical notes over, and over, and over, and over.
The hair on the back of your neck will literally stand up, and mine still was.
With my wife and children following, I make my way towards the noise..... And see nothing. Literally nothing. Although the noise was pervasive and audible throughout the house, you could still get an idea of direction and distance from it. It was definitely coming from the living room, and nothing at all seemed out of place.
I inch forward, and am drawn to an old recliner we had at the time. This recliner was used, and free, so we were happy to take it off the hands of whoever we got it from a few months back when we were moving.
I wasn't too happy with the free recliner anymore. The noise was coming from it. Wait, no, that's not accurate. The noise was coming from ABOVE the chair. You could hear, and just feel the noise coming from a few feet above the chair, as if someone was sitting in it.
You know how kids are. They love to play, run, throw, hide, and just generally make a mess and lose things. Although I have never heard this "noise" in my life, and could hear it coming from nothing right above the chair, I decided the only logical explanation was that some old child's toy was in the recliners cushions or some such.
Luckily I still had the knife handy, and with my family watching in horror, I cut that recliner to shreds. Literally. I shredded this thing. The back, the bottom, the sides, arm rests, seat cushion, everything.
The noise continued, and the more I cut, the more I realized this was futile. I gutted that chair and there was NOTHING inside of it, much less some device capable of producing this noise.
We are all pretty freaked out at this point. I think they kids and my wife were afraid, but I guess I was just alert. Something about being in a war zone prepares you for anything.
We sat there for a few minutes. I wouldn't move, knife at the ready, close to the chair. The kids, as weird as it sounds, got tired and eventually went back to bed. After 30 minutes or so, so did my wife.
How were they sleeping? The noise was EVERYWHERE. it would not stop. It was the same three notes and a pause. After about an hour, I retreat to my room. My door is open, I am sitting in bed, staring down the hallway (where the kids sleep, open view into the living room)
After about another hour of noise, it just stopped. Suddenly there was this unusual quiet. I finally fell asleep.
The next day finds the kids in school/daycare and me and the wife at the church.
We set a time for the home to be visited and prayed over. Not much time passes, maybe a few days, and the gang shows up at the house. No one picks up any kind of weird vibes or anything, but they pray over the house and myself.
I had a spiritual experience then and there where for the first time in my life I FELT God. I assumed my proper place of authority and we let it be known that no unclean spirits were welcome.
I never had another issue in that house.
We moved again a year or so later, and I have the son of a deceased friend living with us. We removed him from a bad situation at the time, and really don't know what he was exposed to in that time.
I pick him up from school one day and we go home. He tells me weird things have been happening to him. I kind of laugh it off. "what kind of weird things?" I ask.
He tells me how he got in trouble for throwing his books and papers on the floor at school, but he didn't do it. He sat in the back of the class an no one but him saw the stuff just fly off the desk.
Even after being through what I have been through, I shrugged it off. That is, until that evening when my youngest was also home. The kids and me were watching spongebob (scary right?) and the bedroom door slams.
Ummm, no one is in the bedroom. I check. Here....we....go....again
The door slams again a little bit later. I am very religious at this point in my life, and have seen what it takes to drive off spirits. I do it myself (not really me, it was God, but you understand what I mean I assume)
I pray out loud with force and conviction. I let it be known this is my house and these children are under my guard and that I command any unclean spirits to break whatever bonds they hold and be gone.
This post was edited on 2/25/14 at 4:50 pm
Posted on 2/25/14 at 4:50 pm to BigEdLSU
Here's the key. At the end I said "in the name of Jesus".
Instant reaction. There was a cat in the house. It began to go nuts, hissing, clawing, arching up, faced behind me. I spin and look where the cat is looking and see what I could only describe as a floating ball of light the size of a beach ball hover across the room and straight through my exterior wall.
The child went from failing to honor roll, good conduct, and I haven't seen another problem.
Fast Forward to today. The spirits I see or am aware of are not the same. There are lots of different types, and many of these are very, very bad.
Lust has a spirit. Greed of money and material things, drugs. Discord.
I've seen two other things in the last two years. I'll be brief.
First, I saw a man on what the St Elizabeth doctors described as his death bed, totally unresponsive and dying. Something told me to touch him and pray over him. He walked out the next day.
Now I know what you're thinking...."if you're a healer, prove it!" news flash, I am no healer. God chose to heal that man. I do not know what his role in Gods master plan is, but I'm convinced it is important.
Event two. My quadriplegic son, the day before he died, spoke. He told my family he was "going home". He wasn't even supposed to be able to open his eyes.
Here is the moral of the story: I had a hardened heart (refused to even be open minded) for most of my life, and I assume I had some type of contact in my life that singled me out to some spirit or spirits.
I don't know why the things that happened have happened, but during the beginning phases the closer I got to God, the harder they fought me.
God is real, so are spirits, and a lot of the spirits out there are bad.
God does things in strange ways. I've had a child taken in the last few months, but my faith does not waver. He is where I hope to be one day.
The more you understand, the harder the enemy attacks. I long for the days when I no longer fall for temptation. Just to be clear, I am very flawed.
And lastly, for you scientists that use carbon dating and the big bang theory and evolution as a means to discredit Genesis, the "six days of creation" are really six periods of "chaos" and "restored order". You would be amazed at the text and how it lines up with science if you would study the Hebrew transcripts.
Instant reaction. There was a cat in the house. It began to go nuts, hissing, clawing, arching up, faced behind me. I spin and look where the cat is looking and see what I could only describe as a floating ball of light the size of a beach ball hover across the room and straight through my exterior wall.
The child went from failing to honor roll, good conduct, and I haven't seen another problem.
Fast Forward to today. The spirits I see or am aware of are not the same. There are lots of different types, and many of these are very, very bad.
Lust has a spirit. Greed of money and material things, drugs. Discord.
I've seen two other things in the last two years. I'll be brief.
First, I saw a man on what the St Elizabeth doctors described as his death bed, totally unresponsive and dying. Something told me to touch him and pray over him. He walked out the next day.
Now I know what you're thinking...."if you're a healer, prove it!" news flash, I am no healer. God chose to heal that man. I do not know what his role in Gods master plan is, but I'm convinced it is important.
Event two. My quadriplegic son, the day before he died, spoke. He told my family he was "going home". He wasn't even supposed to be able to open his eyes.
Here is the moral of the story: I had a hardened heart (refused to even be open minded) for most of my life, and I assume I had some type of contact in my life that singled me out to some spirit or spirits.
I don't know why the things that happened have happened, but during the beginning phases the closer I got to God, the harder they fought me.
God is real, so are spirits, and a lot of the spirits out there are bad.
God does things in strange ways. I've had a child taken in the last few months, but my faith does not waver. He is where I hope to be one day.
The more you understand, the harder the enemy attacks. I long for the days when I no longer fall for temptation. Just to be clear, I am very flawed.
And lastly, for you scientists that use carbon dating and the big bang theory and evolution as a means to discredit Genesis, the "six days of creation" are really six periods of "chaos" and "restored order". You would be amazed at the text and how it lines up with science if you would study the Hebrew transcripts.
Posted on 2/25/14 at 5:01 pm to Mo Jeaux
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I don't discount your story and I'm sorry to hear about your mother, but why is it always immediate relatives? Why would someone's great great great grandfather not come back to visit their descendants? Do they not care once 3 generations have gone by?
Weakening of the bonds that keep open that space between worlds?
Imagine that everything takes energy to stay in one plane or another. When we are being drawn to another, our metaphysical "spirit" may be able to "hold on" and remain partly in this plane for a little while.
Think about it like holding someone who's fallen off a cliff.
You may be able to hang on for a while, but as time goes by your strength fails and your grip weakens, and eventually you have to let go.
Same thing with the spirit world, maybe.
Posted on 2/25/14 at 5:13 pm to BigEdLSU
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BigEdLSU
Great testimony with a lot of truth.. The closer you get the harder the fight.. Some people think it's easy being Christian.. But it's definitely a battle.. He has definitely blessed you.. I also agree with what you said about the man in his death bed and a lot of people will try to test you.. But as you said it wasn't you it was God through you.. You were just an obedient vessel..
Posted on 2/25/14 at 5:17 pm to BigEdLSU
Wow...that's incredible. I hope to never be tested in that way. That would be terrifying.
Posted on 2/25/14 at 5:19 pm to fr33manator
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OT parents: my 3yo says she sees ghosts...experiences?
My 3 year old starting talking about ghosts a while back. Like you, we weren't sure where it came from. Turns out, he is a big Scooby Doo fan. Apparently they watch it at daycare in the afternoons during movie time and that's where he got it.
Posted on 2/25/14 at 5:37 pm to BigEdLSU
Praise Yeshua Mashiack!
Shalom!
Shalom!
Posted on 2/25/14 at 5:44 pm to fr33manator
I am 60 an a Christian. I have posted experiences on here before. Some very personal. People laugh at what they don't understand. I have talked with many people in my wife who have had personal experiences. I know 2 sets of parents right now who are dealing with small children having spiritual entities communicating with their small children. We don't have a true way of knowing if what they are experiencing is real or not. But I know for certain that the spiritual world exists and know people who have had real experiences. Most won't share for fear of being ridiculed. Ed is 100% correct in saying that Jesus frightens these bad spirits away. But most spirits don't seem to be evil. But the Bible warns us not to interact with spirits. But sometimes, it is they that initiate the encounter. The spiritual world is real.
Posted on 2/25/14 at 5:46 pm to rickyh
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People laugh at what they don't understand. I
People have also, since time immemorial, used mysticism and spiritual descriptions to explain things they could not comprehend.
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