As someone who is dealing with grief, there are times that I will just retreat into a corner and feel a little sad. Or I’ll see someone that reminds me of a lost loved one and it makes me cry a little or remember them fondly. The other night, I was thinking about an aunt, and something that she was asking me about when she missed the ending of Rocky II after seeing it for the first time. Then the other day I was thinking about how I stayed up really late one night just talking and hanging out with a friend – who passed away almost 4 years ago. I know this is something that everyone who deals with grief goes through.
The death of my parents has been the hardest, though. And it’s been almost a year since my dad died. So last night I was thinking about him and really missing him. I was sad because I missed him so much. After a rough night of dealing with that, I went to bed, hoping that maybe I wouldn’t be feeling that sadness so much tomorrow. Before I’d gone to bed, though, I chatted with my older sister. We got to talking about our dad and she wondered if he’d made it to Heaven. I told her that I thought he did. In my heart, I believed that he did. We had forgiven him and I’d spent a lot of time at his funeral praying he would be allowed into Heaven and asking God to accept our forgiveness for our dad.
But the pain last night was too much so I decided to go to bed earlier than normal. It would seem I was not going to have a good night’s sleep.
I was awakened during a dream I was having. I literally felt a hand gently shake my shoulder to get me to wake up. After I woke up, I sat up in my bed and the first thing I did was look out my bedroom door. I saw the retreating figure of someone walking through my hallway. This figure had dark-colored hair (dark brown or black) and wore a white shirt. I didn’t see the rest of the clothing. Then I looked at the time. It was 3:11 a.m. I was alone in the room.
At first, I thought the person I’d seen was my daughter (she has dark brown hair and a pixie haircut), even though she hadn’t worn white when she’d gone to bed. I also thought maybe it was someone in the house. I knew it wasn’t my husband. He doesn’t wear a white shirt. So I got out of bed to investigate. My daughter was sleeping. My husband was both on the computer and watching Supernatural. And there was no one else in the house. The house was secure.
It was then that I knew a certain “visitor” had woken me up and had been who I had seen walking away in the hallway.
I checked on my 8-year-old son and found him halfway off his bed. I went into his room, put him all the way back onto his bed, moved him over a little so he wouldn’t roll off the covered him with his blanket. I figured this must’ve been why I’d been awakened. I wasn’t surprised I’d been alerted to something about him. This has happened in the past. There are ghosts in my house and many of them have woken me up several times in the past.
But had it been an angel that had woken me up this time? I keep wondering because of the white clothing. I first saw an angel after I moved into this house. I knew that the being I saw was an angel: He/she did not have wings (not that I could see!) but he/she wore a white gown and shown with a brilliant light all around him/her. The being had shoulder-length blond hair. I couldn’t tell if it was male or female (do angels even have genders??) because this figure was retreating down my hallway with its back turned to me.
Just like the being I had just seen earlier.
I would like to think that it had been my dad checking in on us. Seriously, he fits the description. (My dad had black hair.) And I would like to think my dad is indeed an angel now. I’d like to believe that he went to where my mom is. So I’d like to think that the being I saw was my dad.
This would not have been an unusual thing for us. I have seen my lost loved ones before. And I know that my parents have been here in spirit a time or two. My family has a sensitivity to this type of thing and we all believe that our lost loved ones can visit us in spirit form or in our dreams. My children believe the same thing, too. They have also seen ghosts.
And my son thinks that his grandma was once in a room with him. He can still remember the day that he had been jumping on my bed and he took a huge leap to the floor. Suddenly, he was caught in mid-air then gently lowered to the floor. He told me he thinks that his grandma caught him. I think so, too.
For a long time, I was a little disappointed that I didn’t see any angels. I saw ghosts just like everyone else in my family and I was able to sense when there’s someone in a room, and I have also “heard” ghosts, but I hadn’t seen any angels. But now I have. And with my parents being among the angels, it is comforting to know that I can see them every once in a while, too. It was certainly comforting to know that my dad knew I was missing him last night and maybe decided to pay us a visit. I hope I’ll see him again soon. I know I’ll be seeing him again in my dreams – and my mom, too – and those are the kinds of dreams that I cherish.
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Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Little girl ghost
It's official: A child ghost is living in my house!
This evening, I was cleaning up a food mess on Jesse's highchair. (Why, oh why, did I decide to make spaghetti for dinner tonight??) I had the highchair just outside of the dining area, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw the figure of a child going into my bedroom. I thought it was Jennifer because I saw a thin frame and small white legs. "Jennifer, you're supposed to be in bed," I muttered, still cleaning up the mess. Just earlier, the kids had had their shower/bath and the baby was asleep. I knew I'd left that room with Jennifer getting into bed.
After I cleaned up a big gob of old spaghetti off the chair, the whole time with the door to my room in view, I went to the bedroom expecting to find her in there, going through things she wasn't supposed to be going through.
But...she wasn't in there.
I froze, holding my breath. I walked out of the room and slowly walked to the other bedroom.
Sure enough, my daughter was in bed. Sleeping!
So now I think a child ghost is haunting this house. Well, maybe not "haunting" exactly. Just...living here. It would explain the many times that I've found things moved around or books on the floor that were on shelves shortly after I moved here! (In all honestly, I thought somebody broke into my house and nosed through my stuff.)
This is not the first time I saw the child ghost. I have mentioned seeing her before. And, yes, this ghost is a her. When I saw her once, I noticed long hair.
The thing of it is...I'm not surprised I'm seeing a little girl ghost. On the very day that I came to this house for the first time, something told me I HAD to rent it. THIS was the place for me to live.
And as I stood in the kitchen, talking with my future landlord, I got a very strong impression that a man and his daughter had lived here. They might as well have been in the same room as we were! I felt that impression so strongly, but I didn't say anything about it. Until now.
I do know a man lived here before me. Actually, a couple lived here. But maybe it's not them, but residents from way back when, or something. Well, it's something I can look into.
I wish I knew the child's name. I want to find that out. And hopefully, someday, I will see her better. Not just out of the corner of my eye.
Maybe next time.
This evening, I was cleaning up a food mess on Jesse's highchair. (Why, oh why, did I decide to make spaghetti for dinner tonight??) I had the highchair just outside of the dining area, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw the figure of a child going into my bedroom. I thought it was Jennifer because I saw a thin frame and small white legs. "Jennifer, you're supposed to be in bed," I muttered, still cleaning up the mess. Just earlier, the kids had had their shower/bath and the baby was asleep. I knew I'd left that room with Jennifer getting into bed.
After I cleaned up a big gob of old spaghetti off the chair, the whole time with the door to my room in view, I went to the bedroom expecting to find her in there, going through things she wasn't supposed to be going through.
But...she wasn't in there.
I froze, holding my breath. I walked out of the room and slowly walked to the other bedroom.
Sure enough, my daughter was in bed. Sleeping!
So now I think a child ghost is haunting this house. Well, maybe not "haunting" exactly. Just...living here. It would explain the many times that I've found things moved around or books on the floor that were on shelves shortly after I moved here! (In all honestly, I thought somebody broke into my house and nosed through my stuff.)
This is not the first time I saw the child ghost. I have mentioned seeing her before. And, yes, this ghost is a her. When I saw her once, I noticed long hair.
The thing of it is...I'm not surprised I'm seeing a little girl ghost. On the very day that I came to this house for the first time, something told me I HAD to rent it. THIS was the place for me to live.
And as I stood in the kitchen, talking with my future landlord, I got a very strong impression that a man and his daughter had lived here. They might as well have been in the same room as we were! I felt that impression so strongly, but I didn't say anything about it. Until now.
I do know a man lived here before me. Actually, a couple lived here. But maybe it's not them, but residents from way back when, or something. Well, it's something I can look into.
I wish I knew the child's name. I want to find that out. And hopefully, someday, I will see her better. Not just out of the corner of my eye.
Maybe next time.
Sunday, July 05, 2009
Messages from Beyond
A funny thing happened not too long ago. I kept calling my daughter's coach "Kim." Now what's so funny about that, you might ask? Her name is not "Kim." It's actually another "K" name, but I'd rather not write it here since this is a public blog and she's kinda/sorta appeared in a T-ball pic or two on here.
Anyway! I thought it was very odd indeed that I kept calling her "Kim." It was completely by accident. And I kept trying to figure out, what's up with that??
But I kinda/sorta had a clue.
Before this started happening, I came across a book at the bookstore which I desperately wanted to buy: Animals and the Afterlife: True Stories of Our Best Friends' Journey Beyond Death by Kim Sheridan Ph.D. I have long been fascinated by animal ghosts and animals in the afterlife ever since my beloved dog Lukas, an Australian Shepherd, died and I started to hear (yes, HEAR!) a knocking at my door. Nobody was at the door, of course. Shortly afterward, I learned that there's a folktale about how our animal friends are known to come visit us in spirit, and make their presence known by knocking at your door. (One person who lost their dog often heard scratching at the back door and no one and nothing was there. The dog was buried in the back yard.) (Psst! You can read more stories like this in my Shadowlands article that's in the June issue!)
Sadly, I was not able to buy the book at the time I saw it, because I didn't have enough money. Then that whole business of accidentally calling my daughter's coach "Kim" happened. I started to think, is it because the author of that book is named Kim??
Well, I think maybe that's why, because after I bought the book (yay!), I stopped calling her "Kim." Yay! (I was starting to feel like I was my mother. She used to go through ALL seven names of us kids before she got to the right one, when she was talking to us. For the longest time, I could've sworn my name was Elizabeth-Jeanette-Troy-Melissa-Neal-Millie-Dawn. Just call me "Dawn" for short! LOL)
So I've been reading this book. It is VERY GOOD! My husband, being the eternal skeptic, would take one look at the stuff in here and declare all of it a lie. (I, personally, seriously DOUBT that, number one, the author would be so foolish as to ruin her good name/business by writing a book of lies and that, number two, all of the people who have given their real names in this book, along with their web site URLs, are telling tall tales.) I believe every word of it. And I am astounded by all of the stories in this book. Wow! It's definitely worth the price. Not only does it convince me that our animal friends do indeed exist on the Other Side (take THAT, you skeptics who say that animals have no souls!) but it is also a comfort to me. Even today, I still miss Lukas, as well as my other animal friends. (I have also had rats and cats as companions.) And sometimes I have dreamed of other pets who have moved on. So reading this book makes me feel comforted knowing that Lukas is still here, in some way, some form.
And I had to wonder, is THIS why I really needed to buy this book? Is this the reason why this book just HAD to be in my hands??
I kept pondering this. Why was it so important for me to read this book? What message was it supposed to give to me? Aside from the reassurance that animals DO exist on the Other Side, and that Lukas is still here.
I thought on this for many days, even as I kept reading the book.
Then I came across something in the book. A woman received a direct message from God. NOT that she saw God Himself. But the message was given to her from Him.
So I thought, maybe this is what I needed to see. This woman's message from the Lord.
But I will tell you, it is not the first time I have read about someone receiving a message from God. I myself had angels in my dreams telling me things, among them a message from God. And I have even heard God say things to me. (One of the things He commented on was His disapproval over greed being the driving force behind a writing career.) I look at these messages people have received, and I can recall reading Bible quotes that match them somehow or another.
Of course, I know we can't believe everything we read. We ALL could use a healthy dose of skepticism if we are going to expose ourselves to what people are saying/writing/publishing. But I do think that some of the things I have read about messages from God do make sense. I mean, especially since some Bible quotes back them up. And I don't see why people would say such lies, or something.
And I think, wow, this is really something important God wants us to know!
So, to sum up, here are messages from God which I have come across both in my dreams and in my readings:
1. God does not hate.
2. God loves ALL women.
3. Love and take care of the Earth.
4. Love and take care of the animals.
5. Love one another.
I guess all of that can be identified with one common saying about God: God is love.
Anyway! I thought it was very odd indeed that I kept calling her "Kim." It was completely by accident. And I kept trying to figure out, what's up with that??
But I kinda/sorta had a clue.
Before this started happening, I came across a book at the bookstore which I desperately wanted to buy: Animals and the Afterlife: True Stories of Our Best Friends' Journey Beyond Death by Kim Sheridan Ph.D. I have long been fascinated by animal ghosts and animals in the afterlife ever since my beloved dog Lukas, an Australian Shepherd, died and I started to hear (yes, HEAR!) a knocking at my door. Nobody was at the door, of course. Shortly afterward, I learned that there's a folktale about how our animal friends are known to come visit us in spirit, and make their presence known by knocking at your door. (One person who lost their dog often heard scratching at the back door and no one and nothing was there. The dog was buried in the back yard.) (Psst! You can read more stories like this in my Shadowlands article that's in the June issue!)
Sadly, I was not able to buy the book at the time I saw it, because I didn't have enough money. Then that whole business of accidentally calling my daughter's coach "Kim" happened. I started to think, is it because the author of that book is named Kim??
Well, I think maybe that's why, because after I bought the book (yay!), I stopped calling her "Kim." Yay! (I was starting to feel like I was my mother. She used to go through ALL seven names of us kids before she got to the right one, when she was talking to us. For the longest time, I could've sworn my name was Elizabeth-Jeanette-Troy-Melissa-Neal-Millie-Dawn. Just call me "Dawn" for short! LOL)
So I've been reading this book. It is VERY GOOD! My husband, being the eternal skeptic, would take one look at the stuff in here and declare all of it a lie. (I, personally, seriously DOUBT that, number one, the author would be so foolish as to ruin her good name/business by writing a book of lies and that, number two, all of the people who have given their real names in this book, along with their web site URLs, are telling tall tales.) I believe every word of it. And I am astounded by all of the stories in this book. Wow! It's definitely worth the price. Not only does it convince me that our animal friends do indeed exist on the Other Side (take THAT, you skeptics who say that animals have no souls!) but it is also a comfort to me. Even today, I still miss Lukas, as well as my other animal friends. (I have also had rats and cats as companions.) And sometimes I have dreamed of other pets who have moved on. So reading this book makes me feel comforted knowing that Lukas is still here, in some way, some form.
And I had to wonder, is THIS why I really needed to buy this book? Is this the reason why this book just HAD to be in my hands??
I kept pondering this. Why was it so important for me to read this book? What message was it supposed to give to me? Aside from the reassurance that animals DO exist on the Other Side, and that Lukas is still here.
I thought on this for many days, even as I kept reading the book.
Then I came across something in the book. A woman received a direct message from God. NOT that she saw God Himself. But the message was given to her from Him.
So I thought, maybe this is what I needed to see. This woman's message from the Lord.
But I will tell you, it is not the first time I have read about someone receiving a message from God. I myself had angels in my dreams telling me things, among them a message from God. And I have even heard God say things to me. (One of the things He commented on was His disapproval over greed being the driving force behind a writing career.) I look at these messages people have received, and I can recall reading Bible quotes that match them somehow or another.
Of course, I know we can't believe everything we read. We ALL could use a healthy dose of skepticism if we are going to expose ourselves to what people are saying/writing/publishing. But I do think that some of the things I have read about messages from God do make sense. I mean, especially since some Bible quotes back them up. And I don't see why people would say such lies, or something.
And I think, wow, this is really something important God wants us to know!
So, to sum up, here are messages from God which I have come across both in my dreams and in my readings:
1. God does not hate.
2. God loves ALL women.
3. Love and take care of the Earth.
4. Love and take care of the animals.
5. Love one another.
I guess all of that can be identified with one common saying about God: God is love.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Truths
If you mop the floor, something will be spilled on it that same day.
If you get ALL of the laundry done in one day, more piles up by day's end.
Those two universal truths happened today. No fun.
This evening, I was lying in bed, reading. I wanted to sleep, but the kids were still awake (in their room) so I couldn't go to sleep yet. Over the book I was reading, I coulda sworn I saw Jennifer walk past my door. Or...someone her size. 'Oh, great,' I thought. 'She's out of bed.' (I was trying to get her to go to sleep.) But when I got up, she was not out there. Actually, she was in bed.
Guess I saw "somebody" else....
If you get ALL of the laundry done in one day, more piles up by day's end.
Those two universal truths happened today. No fun.
This evening, I was lying in bed, reading. I wanted to sleep, but the kids were still awake (in their room) so I couldn't go to sleep yet. Over the book I was reading, I coulda sworn I saw Jennifer walk past my door. Or...someone her size. 'Oh, great,' I thought. 'She's out of bed.' (I was trying to get her to go to sleep.) But when I got up, she was not out there. Actually, she was in bed.
Guess I saw "somebody" else....
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
No more pencils, no more books
Today was Jen's last day at school. Yay! We both put together thank you notes for her teacher. Even though I'm still sick, I went over there and said goodbye to everyone. Gave lots of hugs and wished everybody a great summer. Jen was hugging lots of her friends, too.
One thing I told the teacher was that I was really impressed with how well Jennifer has progressed in her reading and math. She's coming out of first grade with a memorable educational experience! Her teacher tried to avoid the praise by saying that Jennifer is smart, but I wanted her to know that I thought she did a fabulous job teaching Jennifer and the other children. The teachers who try to be good teachers really do make a difference. Jennifer was very lucky to have such a smart, caring and helpful teacher this year!
You can tell how much the children love her. One child hugged her goodbye and didn't want to let go!
So I did the interview last night, for one of my books. And it went well. Yay! The interview lasted for over an hour! Anyway, I was able to stay focused, type without a bazillion typos, and even think up extra questions to ask during the conversation. I was also able to ask for more information that I needed for that part of the book. The interview was with a restaurant owner who has paranormal activity in his business. (Not giving away the details -- you will have to wait for the book to read these stories and see the spooky photo!) I was very happy to finally interview this person. He is a wonderful person and has lived a very rich and fulfilling life. His success story of growing a successful business after coming here from Ireland just really blew me away. So I'm very happy that interview finally happened. Up until then, we'd been playing email tag and having trouble getting the interview underway.
I saw the doctor yesterday. Got an ear infection in addition to this flu. Bleh! The baby has been sick and yesterday he woke up from his nap crying really bad and putting his finger into his ear. I'd spoken with the nurse at the doctor's office the previous day and she said to call back if he was doing that. (Up until then, he had a fever and a suspected sore throat.) So I took him to the doctor and he has an ear infection too. It's just me and him being a couple of sickies! I was up late with him last night because he kept waking up crying. He was just miserable. Both of us have antibiotics, though. I still have to give him Infant Ibuprofen for pain, when needed.
I really shouldn't be driving. Even though I had to yesterday and today. The thing is, I almost drove right into oncoming traffic when driving myself to the doctor. It took a huge amount of effort to stay focused and aware. I'm going to try to avoid driving as much as possible, until I am recovered. This morning, I could barely get out of bed. I was really weak.
Also this morning: When the alarm woke me up, I saw someone standing next to my bed. I reached over to turn off the alarm then when I looked back, no one was there. No one was anywhere. That happens sometimes. I've seen people in my room and they disappear. Or, I will see them, turn away, then when I look back, they are gone.
Jennifer missed her game yesterday. She lost her mitt. I came home from the doctor to find her crying because she wanted to go play baseball, but couldn't find her mitt. I helped her look for it. Practically turned her room upside-down looking for it. It wasn't in there or anywhere else, either. Neither of us were happy about her missing her game. The fourth one she's missed! And she missed today's game, too. So that makes it five games missed. We once again tried to find the mitt but had no luck. I guess we'll have to get her a new one.
I am having good and bad moments. Sometimes I can sit up okay and be aware. Sometimes, not so much. Today I was able to read TWO magazine articles in Poets & Writers Magazine, and didn't have trouble focusing on the words or thinking about the subject. Woot! Hopefully, I can get back to reading grown-up books real soon. Hopefully, this sickness will pass soon enough. I am hoping so; got a virtual meeting to participate in on Friday.
And soon I'll get back to the writing again.
I feel useless not being able to do any housework, not being able to go out, do all the things required to care for the children and write. And I don't like not being able to do my daily Bible study, either. (Can't think straight enough!) Maybe some women would LOVE this kind of "down time," but not me. I am happiest when I am productively contributing to my family, my home and my writing career. I just want things to go back to normal. Soon.
One thing I told the teacher was that I was really impressed with how well Jennifer has progressed in her reading and math. She's coming out of first grade with a memorable educational experience! Her teacher tried to avoid the praise by saying that Jennifer is smart, but I wanted her to know that I thought she did a fabulous job teaching Jennifer and the other children. The teachers who try to be good teachers really do make a difference. Jennifer was very lucky to have such a smart, caring and helpful teacher this year!
You can tell how much the children love her. One child hugged her goodbye and didn't want to let go!
So I did the interview last night, for one of my books. And it went well. Yay! The interview lasted for over an hour! Anyway, I was able to stay focused, type without a bazillion typos, and even think up extra questions to ask during the conversation. I was also able to ask for more information that I needed for that part of the book. The interview was with a restaurant owner who has paranormal activity in his business. (Not giving away the details -- you will have to wait for the book to read these stories and see the spooky photo!) I was very happy to finally interview this person. He is a wonderful person and has lived a very rich and fulfilling life. His success story of growing a successful business after coming here from Ireland just really blew me away. So I'm very happy that interview finally happened. Up until then, we'd been playing email tag and having trouble getting the interview underway.
I saw the doctor yesterday. Got an ear infection in addition to this flu. Bleh! The baby has been sick and yesterday he woke up from his nap crying really bad and putting his finger into his ear. I'd spoken with the nurse at the doctor's office the previous day and she said to call back if he was doing that. (Up until then, he had a fever and a suspected sore throat.) So I took him to the doctor and he has an ear infection too. It's just me and him being a couple of sickies! I was up late with him last night because he kept waking up crying. He was just miserable. Both of us have antibiotics, though. I still have to give him Infant Ibuprofen for pain, when needed.
I really shouldn't be driving. Even though I had to yesterday and today. The thing is, I almost drove right into oncoming traffic when driving myself to the doctor. It took a huge amount of effort to stay focused and aware. I'm going to try to avoid driving as much as possible, until I am recovered. This morning, I could barely get out of bed. I was really weak.
Also this morning: When the alarm woke me up, I saw someone standing next to my bed. I reached over to turn off the alarm then when I looked back, no one was there. No one was anywhere. That happens sometimes. I've seen people in my room and they disappear. Or, I will see them, turn away, then when I look back, they are gone.
Jennifer missed her game yesterday. She lost her mitt. I came home from the doctor to find her crying because she wanted to go play baseball, but couldn't find her mitt. I helped her look for it. Practically turned her room upside-down looking for it. It wasn't in there or anywhere else, either. Neither of us were happy about her missing her game. The fourth one she's missed! And she missed today's game, too. So that makes it five games missed. We once again tried to find the mitt but had no luck. I guess we'll have to get her a new one.
I am having good and bad moments. Sometimes I can sit up okay and be aware. Sometimes, not so much. Today I was able to read TWO magazine articles in Poets & Writers Magazine, and didn't have trouble focusing on the words or thinking about the subject. Woot! Hopefully, I can get back to reading grown-up books real soon. Hopefully, this sickness will pass soon enough. I am hoping so; got a virtual meeting to participate in on Friday.
And soon I'll get back to the writing again.
I feel useless not being able to do any housework, not being able to go out, do all the things required to care for the children and write. And I don't like not being able to do my daily Bible study, either. (Can't think straight enough!) Maybe some women would LOVE this kind of "down time," but not me. I am happiest when I am productively contributing to my family, my home and my writing career. I just want things to go back to normal. Soon.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Dream creepiness
On weekday mornings, when I'm up and getting Jennifer ready for school, I leave the TV on the channel that airs Good Morning America. I watch that show almost every day. Sometimes during the show, the local news comes on. It also comes on before GMA.
After I showered and got dressed this morning, I sat on the couch to tie my shoes, watching the local news that comes on before GMA. At one point, I looked up to see a story of a local man being charged with sexual assault. Three women have testified against him in the case. He is also accused of murdering someone.
When I saw this man's face, my heart froze and a shudder ran down my spine.
After the alarm went off this morning, I fell back asleep for about a half hour and had a dream. For some reason or another, I was in the carport and I was totally nude! I was trying to hide the fact that I wasn't wearing anything, ducking against the wall as several cars drove by out on the street. (Sometimes, I really hate living on a busy street.) Anyway, at one point, I heard music playing, then looked up to see this man come into the carport. He was bald and wearing black sunglasses. He was dancing as he approached me then he grabbed my arms and pulled me up. He tried to rape me and I was wriggling from his arms and screaming, "No! No!"
That scared me so bad, I woke up. And you know what scared me even more?
That man I saw on the news was the SAME MAN in my dream! EEK!! He wasn't wearing sunglasses during the trial, of course. But he had the same exact kind of head and shoulder outline. And later, after I got a newspaper, I saw his picture in the newspaper. All I had to do was put those same black sunglasses on his face and that was enough to make me shudder and nervously pace around in the kitchen until I finally gave myself a mental shake of the shoulders and screamed at myself with my internal voice, "GET A GRIP!"
It was only a dream. It wasn't real. I hate having violent dreams like that. But what bothered me the most was that I had that dream and I ended up seeing that same exact face on the news shortly after I awoke! GAH!
It's not uncommon for weird things to happen in our dreams. I mean, anything can happen. After all, it IS the dream state! But sometimes, we can only wonder if there is something more about dreams than just our imagination. Some people believe that we can have out-of-body experiences in our dreams. Some believe that we can perform astral travel while we dream. And then, of course, there are the dreams we have in which departed loved ones have visited us. (Read an article I did about this for Shadowlands: Ghost Dreams: The Good and Bad of Ghostly Visitations in Our Sleep)
And, of course, people who know me or have read Martha Jette's book, Glimpses 2: It could happen to you, are aware of my dream experiences with a man named Jonathan.
All kinds of bizarre and creepy things can happen in our dreams...
This also reminds me of something I said in an email I sent to my sister recently:
Want to hear something creepy? I don't know if you're familiar with the book In Cold Blood, but it is based on a true story. Two drifters killed these parents and two of their 4 children in Kansas. Anyway, in the book, one woman interviewed said she had this dream of the girl, Nancy (age 16), and she heard her saying, "No! No! Please! No!" And I found out later that that is exactly what the girl said right before she was murdered!! Creepier still: Another woman who knew the mother saw her in a dream and she was saying, "There is nothing worse than being murdered."
This makes me wonder if there are any books containing stories of dream oddities or how someone's dream came true or something like that. I am aware of Sylvia Browne's Book of Dreams, but I am curious if there are similar books with stories like that. Might be something interesting to read. If not a little creepy.
After I showered and got dressed this morning, I sat on the couch to tie my shoes, watching the local news that comes on before GMA. At one point, I looked up to see a story of a local man being charged with sexual assault. Three women have testified against him in the case. He is also accused of murdering someone.
When I saw this man's face, my heart froze and a shudder ran down my spine.
After the alarm went off this morning, I fell back asleep for about a half hour and had a dream. For some reason or another, I was in the carport and I was totally nude! I was trying to hide the fact that I wasn't wearing anything, ducking against the wall as several cars drove by out on the street. (Sometimes, I really hate living on a busy street.) Anyway, at one point, I heard music playing, then looked up to see this man come into the carport. He was bald and wearing black sunglasses. He was dancing as he approached me then he grabbed my arms and pulled me up. He tried to rape me and I was wriggling from his arms and screaming, "No! No!"
That scared me so bad, I woke up. And you know what scared me even more?
That man I saw on the news was the SAME MAN in my dream! EEK!! He wasn't wearing sunglasses during the trial, of course. But he had the same exact kind of head and shoulder outline. And later, after I got a newspaper, I saw his picture in the newspaper. All I had to do was put those same black sunglasses on his face and that was enough to make me shudder and nervously pace around in the kitchen until I finally gave myself a mental shake of the shoulders and screamed at myself with my internal voice, "GET A GRIP!"
It was only a dream. It wasn't real. I hate having violent dreams like that. But what bothered me the most was that I had that dream and I ended up seeing that same exact face on the news shortly after I awoke! GAH!
It's not uncommon for weird things to happen in our dreams. I mean, anything can happen. After all, it IS the dream state! But sometimes, we can only wonder if there is something more about dreams than just our imagination. Some people believe that we can have out-of-body experiences in our dreams. Some believe that we can perform astral travel while we dream. And then, of course, there are the dreams we have in which departed loved ones have visited us. (Read an article I did about this for Shadowlands: Ghost Dreams: The Good and Bad of Ghostly Visitations in Our Sleep)
And, of course, people who know me or have read Martha Jette's book, Glimpses 2: It could happen to you, are aware of my dream experiences with a man named Jonathan.
All kinds of bizarre and creepy things can happen in our dreams...
This also reminds me of something I said in an email I sent to my sister recently:
Want to hear something creepy? I don't know if you're familiar with the book In Cold Blood, but it is based on a true story. Two drifters killed these parents and two of their 4 children in Kansas. Anyway, in the book, one woman interviewed said she had this dream of the girl, Nancy (age 16), and she heard her saying, "No! No! Please! No!" And I found out later that that is exactly what the girl said right before she was murdered!! Creepier still: Another woman who knew the mother saw her in a dream and she was saying, "There is nothing worse than being murdered."
This makes me wonder if there are any books containing stories of dream oddities or how someone's dream came true or something like that. I am aware of Sylvia Browne's Book of Dreams, but I am curious if there are similar books with stories like that. Might be something interesting to read. If not a little creepy.
Wednesday, April 01, 2009
A little ghost help
Something very strange happened yesterday. It was so weird and I'm still trying to understand it.
On the weekdays, I get up VERY early in the morning to get stuff out of the way before I get Jen up for school. One of the things that I have to do is let the dogs outside. So I went into the kitchen to let the dogs out, sleepily turning on the light. I look up and I saw this man standing in the kitchen who DEFINITELY didn't belong in the kitchen! He was some old-looking guy, around his 60's, wearing dark brown pants, a black sweater and holding a cap in his right hand. He didn't have a lot of hair on his head. When I saw him, I froze and my heart stopped. I honestly thought someone had broken into the house!
But the minute I processed this, he disappeared. Yep, disappeared right before my eyes!
I thought that was bizarre. I've seen many ghosts and have had quite a lot of paranormal experiences, but I still get a little shaky every time something like this happens.
What's strange is that my dog didn't do anything. He just slept there on his bed. So did the other dog (who is not mine but I have been pet-sitting her). But then again, I don't know what the rule is for animals and ghosts. If they're even aware there is a ghost present every time one is present.
Well, I got over the surprise and let the dogs out. Nothing else much happened while I made the coffee, said my prayer and checked email.
That was, until after I got out of the shower.
With the towel wrapped around me, I walked over to the sink. I looked up at the fogged-up mirror and gasped.
On the foggy mirror was the word "CLOSET."
I thought this was weird but REALLY spooky, too. I looked around, trying VERY hard not to run away screaming, then I just shrugged and wiped clear the mirror. Then I finished drying off and got dressed.
Later, after I got home and after I fed the baby his breakfast, I sat down at the computer to get some writing work done. However, I was really sleepy, so even though I had a Word doc open, I didn't start writing up an article right away. I relaxed in the chair instead, struggling to stay awake as I turned my head to look at the baby. He peacefully sat on the floor, next to the toy box, playing with his alligator xylophone.
Smiling, I turned to look back at the monitor and I was suddenly wide awake now. In big, bold black letters was the word "CLOSET" on the screen.
Sitting up in the chair, I just stared at that. WHAT THE HECK!
I cautiously looked around, wondering if my hubby had snuck up behind me to type it as a prank when I wasn't looking. But nobody else was there. And I checked; hubby was busy working on repairs in the kitchen.
Curious, I went back to the desk, first looking at the baby then at the monitor. I froze. The word "closet" was ALL OVER the document page.
Talk about crazy!!
"What closet!" I cried out in confusion, looking around and shaking my head. My heart pounded in my chest and I felt a shiver run down my spine. What in the world was going on??
Well, I didn't know what closet this...whoever-it-was referred to. So I just started going to all of the closets in the house, searching for anything out of the ordinary. I searched through my closet first -- which, thankfully, I recently got organized, so it wasn't a time-consuming job to go through it. Didn't find anything out of the ordinary in there. I searched Jennifer's closet. Nothing. Then I hit the hall closet. There's a whole lot of stuff in there! Unfortunately, I have yet to organize that one. But I'm getting there, you know? Got deadlines to meet, and all.
Anyway, just as I was about to give up going through the hall closet because I couldn't find anything out of the ordinary in there, I noticed something sticking out between the pile of dirty sheets I have yet to wash. Something a little different than the shape of a sheet.
Leaning further into the closet, I reached inside and grabbed it. Once my hand clasped it, I felt a rush of hope. Was it possibly...?
Yes, it was!
I smiled and squealed with surprise as I pulled out of that closet a DVD case that belongs to the library and that has been missing for WEEKS. We have returned the DVD, but were unable to find the missing case in time. (You can lecture to your kids til you're blue in the face about putting stuff back where it belongs and they STILL don't listen!) The library has frozen Jennifer's account (because she checked this movie out with her card) and she's been very upset because we haven't been able to find the case. And here it was now!!
How in the world it got in there, I will never know.
When I came out of the hallway holding my find, I looked up to see my husband standing in front of the computer. "I thought you were going to work on your writing?" he asked.
My smile faded as I looked at the monitor, where a BLANK document was visible. GAH!
I shook this away and told him about my find. I didn't mention HOW I found it, only that I found it! Hurray!
So when I picked Jen up from school, I showed her the DVD case and we both cheered at how it can go back to the library now and they will unfreeze her card.
But here's the part that is even weirder: When we got to the library to return the DVD movie case, I was at the desk and turned to see a man standing behind me.
The same man who looked like the ghost I'd seen in my kitchen!
One word: YIPE!
On the weekdays, I get up VERY early in the morning to get stuff out of the way before I get Jen up for school. One of the things that I have to do is let the dogs outside. So I went into the kitchen to let the dogs out, sleepily turning on the light. I look up and I saw this man standing in the kitchen who DEFINITELY didn't belong in the kitchen! He was some old-looking guy, around his 60's, wearing dark brown pants, a black sweater and holding a cap in his right hand. He didn't have a lot of hair on his head. When I saw him, I froze and my heart stopped. I honestly thought someone had broken into the house!
But the minute I processed this, he disappeared. Yep, disappeared right before my eyes!
I thought that was bizarre. I've seen many ghosts and have had quite a lot of paranormal experiences, but I still get a little shaky every time something like this happens.
What's strange is that my dog didn't do anything. He just slept there on his bed. So did the other dog (who is not mine but I have been pet-sitting her). But then again, I don't know what the rule is for animals and ghosts. If they're even aware there is a ghost present every time one is present.
Well, I got over the surprise and let the dogs out. Nothing else much happened while I made the coffee, said my prayer and checked email.
That was, until after I got out of the shower.
With the towel wrapped around me, I walked over to the sink. I looked up at the fogged-up mirror and gasped.
On the foggy mirror was the word "CLOSET."
I thought this was weird but REALLY spooky, too. I looked around, trying VERY hard not to run away screaming, then I just shrugged and wiped clear the mirror. Then I finished drying off and got dressed.
Later, after I got home and after I fed the baby his breakfast, I sat down at the computer to get some writing work done. However, I was really sleepy, so even though I had a Word doc open, I didn't start writing up an article right away. I relaxed in the chair instead, struggling to stay awake as I turned my head to look at the baby. He peacefully sat on the floor, next to the toy box, playing with his alligator xylophone.
Smiling, I turned to look back at the monitor and I was suddenly wide awake now. In big, bold black letters was the word "CLOSET" on the screen.
Sitting up in the chair, I just stared at that. WHAT THE HECK!
I cautiously looked around, wondering if my hubby had snuck up behind me to type it as a prank when I wasn't looking. But nobody else was there. And I checked; hubby was busy working on repairs in the kitchen.
Curious, I went back to the desk, first looking at the baby then at the monitor. I froze. The word "closet" was ALL OVER the document page.
Talk about crazy!!
"What closet!" I cried out in confusion, looking around and shaking my head. My heart pounded in my chest and I felt a shiver run down my spine. What in the world was going on??
Well, I didn't know what closet this...whoever-it-was referred to. So I just started going to all of the closets in the house, searching for anything out of the ordinary. I searched through my closet first -- which, thankfully, I recently got organized, so it wasn't a time-consuming job to go through it. Didn't find anything out of the ordinary in there. I searched Jennifer's closet. Nothing. Then I hit the hall closet. There's a whole lot of stuff in there! Unfortunately, I have yet to organize that one. But I'm getting there, you know? Got deadlines to meet, and all.
Anyway, just as I was about to give up going through the hall closet because I couldn't find anything out of the ordinary in there, I noticed something sticking out between the pile of dirty sheets I have yet to wash. Something a little different than the shape of a sheet.
Leaning further into the closet, I reached inside and grabbed it. Once my hand clasped it, I felt a rush of hope. Was it possibly...?
Yes, it was!
I smiled and squealed with surprise as I pulled out of that closet a DVD case that belongs to the library and that has been missing for WEEKS. We have returned the DVD, but were unable to find the missing case in time. (You can lecture to your kids til you're blue in the face about putting stuff back where it belongs and they STILL don't listen!) The library has frozen Jennifer's account (because she checked this movie out with her card) and she's been very upset because we haven't been able to find the case. And here it was now!!
How in the world it got in there, I will never know.
When I came out of the hallway holding my find, I looked up to see my husband standing in front of the computer. "I thought you were going to work on your writing?" he asked.
My smile faded as I looked at the monitor, where a BLANK document was visible. GAH!
I shook this away and told him about my find. I didn't mention HOW I found it, only that I found it! Hurray!
So when I picked Jen up from school, I showed her the DVD case and we both cheered at how it can go back to the library now and they will unfreeze her card.
But here's the part that is even weirder: When we got to the library to return the DVD movie case, I was at the desk and turned to see a man standing behind me.
The same man who looked like the ghost I'd seen in my kitchen!
One word: YIPE!
Saturday, January 24, 2009
David Minor's Ghost?
In the January 15, 2008 issue of Eugene Weekly, the staff mentioned how they received an email from someone identifying themselves as "David Minor's Ghost." You can read that here: http://www.eugeneweekly.com/2009/01/15/news.html#slant Scroll down to where it says "David Minor's Ghost" in bold letters.
As many Eugeneans know, David Minor is the man who died tragically when riding his bike and being struck by a car. I have a friend who was friends with David and he came to me in tears about this most unfortunate death. Not long after my friend was here, I read the story in the local paper, the Register-Guard. It's not available to read free on the 'Net but you can read this posting about David:http://www.ghostbikes.org/eugene/david-minor
On another note, you can read this post:http://eyeoneugene.blogspot.com/2008/07/women-advocates-for-bike-helmets.html
So moved was I by my friend's grief and the story of what happened to David, I wrote a poem in his memory. That poem is here: http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=48150085&blogID=405121086
This, I feel, is an appropriate way to remember someone who is lost. Pretending to be his ghost, however, and asking that his memorial be taken down is, I feel, not appropriate.
In fact, my opinion is that it is downright disrespectful.
While I understand that there are some people who wish to remain anonymous, saying they are the ghost of someone is not the proper way to go about it. First of all, how do they even KNOW that David would not want a memorial site? Unless they are psychic or have proof that he told them, by spirit communication, that he does not, they don't know it.
All the same, perhaps this person is fearful for even speaking out about the memorial site. I mean, maybe people appreciate it and even feel grateful that the city of Eugene will allow them to have something to remember David by. So by listing themselves as "Anonymous," they may not feel safe even then. What if someone finds out who they are? (Just listing yourself as "Anonymous" is enough to stir a little suspicion.) I realize that there are some people who might be tired of seeing the memorial day after day after day. Maybe they don't think it's appropriate.
Myself, I have been moved every time I saw the site of where he died. I am touched that the city of Eugene actually has a heart and actually WANTS to remember this young man by having a memorial set up for him. So touched was I that I even wanted to write about it. About how Eugene remembers those lost tragically.
Nevertheless, I feel that anyone who tries to impersonate the ghost of someone is acting in a way that is disrespectful to that person's memory, if not those who knew that person.
As many Eugeneans know, David Minor is the man who died tragically when riding his bike and being struck by a car. I have a friend who was friends with David and he came to me in tears about this most unfortunate death. Not long after my friend was here, I read the story in the local paper, the Register-Guard. It's not available to read free on the 'Net but you can read this posting about David:http://www.ghostbikes.org/eugene/david-minor
On another note, you can read this post:http://eyeoneugene.blogspot.com/2008/07/women-advocates-for-bike-helmets.html
So moved was I by my friend's grief and the story of what happened to David, I wrote a poem in his memory. That poem is here: http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=48150085&blogID=405121086
This, I feel, is an appropriate way to remember someone who is lost. Pretending to be his ghost, however, and asking that his memorial be taken down is, I feel, not appropriate.
In fact, my opinion is that it is downright disrespectful.
While I understand that there are some people who wish to remain anonymous, saying they are the ghost of someone is not the proper way to go about it. First of all, how do they even KNOW that David would not want a memorial site? Unless they are psychic or have proof that he told them, by spirit communication, that he does not, they don't know it.
All the same, perhaps this person is fearful for even speaking out about the memorial site. I mean, maybe people appreciate it and even feel grateful that the city of Eugene will allow them to have something to remember David by. So by listing themselves as "Anonymous," they may not feel safe even then. What if someone finds out who they are? (Just listing yourself as "Anonymous" is enough to stir a little suspicion.) I realize that there are some people who might be tired of seeing the memorial day after day after day. Maybe they don't think it's appropriate.
Myself, I have been moved every time I saw the site of where he died. I am touched that the city of Eugene actually has a heart and actually WANTS to remember this young man by having a memorial set up for him. So touched was I that I even wanted to write about it. About how Eugene remembers those lost tragically.
Nevertheless, I feel that anyone who tries to impersonate the ghost of someone is acting in a way that is disrespectful to that person's memory, if not those who knew that person.
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