Paranormal Witness...

[Oscar Namechange]

Anyone watch this ?

I'm one of those people who like to think there Is something after death and that I will see my loved one's again.

Let's face It, nothing exists that proves or disproves the paranormal.

I started watching Paranormal Witness In the small hours to wind down for bed and at first I thought ' Yeah right'... but these people just seem to be just regular people... often their experiences are backed up with some kind of evidence.....

Note to self.... do not watch Paranormal Witness and then go outside In the small hours In the pitch dark to feed Foxes...

[Betty Boop]

Never watched it, shy away from televised psychics after experiencing that awful show most haunted or whatever it was. Some stupid woman on there that kept screaming drove me nuts.

I do attend a local spiritualist church, as and when I can, out of curiosity, some are really spot on and a rare few are useless.

Nice place to be though, it seems this particular church is starting to have a younger following now too.

[Oscar Namechange]

Betty Boop;1423290 wrote: Never watched it, shy away from televised psychics after experiencing that awful show most haunted or whatever it was. Some stupid woman on there that kept screaming drove me nuts.

I do attend a local spiritualist church, as and when I can, out of curiosity, some are really spot on and a rare few are useless.

Nice place to be though, it seems this particular church is starting to have a younger following now too. Paranormal Witness Is not televised psychics... It's often the story of how families have witnessed paranormal activity after moving Into new home. I am with you there, I can't watch those ridiculous psychics either....

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[AnneBoleyn]

One day I just might treat you all to a few of my "paranormal" experiences. If I do, just be good to me. And if these experiences in actuality do exist, then they are normal, not paranormal.

PS. I think the show is silly nonsense, or at least filmed & edited to appear so.

[Saint_]

Well..actually...I know for a fact that life (or at least consciousness exists after death. (And I'm not waxing religious on you, interpret this story how you wish, all I know is that it was perfectly clear, perfectly memorable, and perfectly real to me...)

For a year, I was getting sicker. The doctors couldn't figure it out. I felt like I was filled with wet cement, I was getting stiffer and stiffer, and the pain was incredible. (They tell me now that it compares to childbirth) By the time the year was up, I literally couldn't walk. I had to use a cane and I could barely shuffle, and if I sat down, I couldn't get up. I was even beginning to have trouble focusing my eyes. Since I couldn't eat due to the pain, I had lost over 70 lbs. and looked like a Holocaust survivor. My friends told me I looked like a living skeleton.

One night, about midnight, I woke with a terrible feeling. I was sick! Something was desperately wrong with me! Not just the pain I had been feeling, but something much, much worse! I tried to call out to my wife, but my voice wouldn't work. I fell out of the bed and managed to crawl upwards to a standing position using the dresser handles. As I stood there holding on to the dresser, suddenly... I was outside my body!

I was standing behind myself. I could see the back of my own head. And that's weird, because usually you don't get to see that angle. I was looking at the curls that I have back there and my first thought was, "Geez, I need a haircut."

Then, my body lost its hold on the dresser, fingernails scratching the top as the body collapsed heavily to the floor in a heap. It didn't even try to catch itself. It hit hard and bounced a little. I stood there shocked thinking, "Wow, that looked like it hurt!"

Then I realized it... I was outside my body. The recognition was instant and hit me like a wave. Suddenly, I was afraid to move. I felt like I might pop myself like a soap bubble. I turned my "head" slowly to the left... the room was quiet. My wife was still in the bed, sleeping softly. A feeling washed over me. It was a feeling of calm and peace. I was so relieved, I felt great! I wasn't hot or cold, I felt good all over and most of all, the pain of my body was completely gone, I thought, "Oh, that feels so much better!" (I hadn't truly realized just how much pain I had been in until it was lifted.) I felt like someone had rolled a Volkswagon off of me.

Then I saw them....

They looked a lot like candle flames, larger at the bottom and tapering to a smaller and rounded top, but not flickering at all, just softly glowing a warm, white light. They were a little bigger than a football, some were slightly bigger than the rest and they were hovering all around the room at various heights.

I kept scanning and noticed that they were also out on the lawn, and in the street. Through the trees, I could see that they were even on the next block. There were thousands of them! That's when I suddenly realized I was looking right through the wall! Now, you have to understand, this was not some hazy, out of focus vision. Everything was crystal clear. The details of the room were crisp, even more than normal; my sight seemed to have improved.

I realized that these were people, and that they were my people. I wonder, "Why do I have so many people?" The answer came to me as a thought, "Down the generations I got it right away, a family goes back in time thousands of years, these were all my people from all time.

For what seemed like an eternity, I stood there, feeling the cool night air and drinking in the sensation of being free of the pain. Strangest of all, I wasn't breathing, but I didn't feel the building pressure of holding my breath. I just didn't need to breathe. I wasn't hungry, thirsty, or anything else in fact. Funny thing that.

The little candles flames did nothing however. They seemed to be waiting for something. They told me, "We are waiting," and I felt a great love coming from them.

I looked to my left slowly, to see my body huddled on the floor motionless. The next second there was a flash of light and BAM! I was back in my body. I was completely disoriented and it took a second for me to realized where I was. The angle was strange since I was on the floor on my side and I could see under the bed. The room was very dark again. I realized I was back in my body. My first thought was, "Damn! That DID hurt!" My body was aching in a hundred places from the fall and the pain had viciously returned.

My wife heard my moans and woke up. I told her to take me to the hospital and with great effort we managed to drag my body to the car and drive to the hospital.

The doctors told me that I had had a "coronary incident" and that my heart had stopped beating for as much as two minutes. (I didn't suffer any brain damage, though, since I'm an avid swimmer, and can hold my breath easily for that amount of time.) Since I had technically "died", they decided there might actually be something wrong with me.

They ran 300 blood tests, every one in the book. When they came back the answer was as clear as a bell...RA. Rheumatoid Arthritis, the worst kind. It's not just an inflammation of the joints; it's the exact opposite of AIDS and in the old days, every bit as lethal. My own white blood cells could no longer tell the difference between bad bacteria and my own tissues. They were literally eating me alive.

Once they got to the internal organs, I suffered the heart attack. It was no problem after that, a dose of steroids, an autoimmune suppressor and I was literally dancing a jig (on atrophied muscles) by the end of the day.

I'm back to normal now, a strapping, barrel-chested 240 lbs. I can swim, run a short distance, and I'm even hoping to ski again next year. But I'm changed in a big way. I really never took life for granted, I always knew that every day was precious, but now it's not an abstract concept to me. I smell the flowers. I ride my bike, I make sure to kiss my girl and tell her I love her every day. I made a tire swing for my grandchildren and I swing in it myself every chance I get.

I was certainly never afraid of death, but it's different now. I find it of infinite comfort to know that you don't cease to exist when your body dies. I had faith before, but it's infinitely stronger now. God was very kind to me for some reason.

I guess I still have something to do here!

[Oscar Namechange]

Wow Saint.... that's some experience

I've had two moments In my life that are rather weird...

The first was just after my Father died and I had a splitting headache so went to have a nap on the bed. The next thing I knew, my Father was beside me but I always remember that I wasn't frightened. He said something to me that no-one else could have known...Then he was gone.... I got up and looking at the clock saw I'd been asleep for only minutes. Someone told me that because I missed him so much I had dreamt It.. To this day I'm unsure...

The second was about 9 months after he'd died and my brother and I were drinking In Worthing. As we walked past the Pavillion, we noticed on the Pier was a Physic night and the adverts said ' Tonight, The Medium James Byrne'.... hmmm we thought, co-Incidence, my Fathers fathers name... so we paid to go In..

He did the usual that you see on tv asking If there's a Doris In the room, that sort of thing and to be honest, we were giggling, wondering how people could be so gulliable... Then he started walking up the aisles and he stopped at me. So I said ( Mockingly ).. ' Don't tell me, you've got my Father?'.... he replied ' Yes, your Father Is here but he has a little girl with him who has a message for you..

I had never seen that man In my life before and had even never heard of him.... But to this day, that freaks me out..... I lost a baby girl.

[Saint_]

oscar;1423329 wrote: Someone told me that because I missed him so much I had dreamt It..


Yeah, this is the kind of thing that people always have trouble believing until it happens to them. I was the same way until it happened to me...

To this day I'm unsure..... I lost a baby girl.


Whoa. That's wild. So the message was, "Don't worry, your baby girl is with me?" Awe-inspiring...

[Oscar Namechange]

Saint_;1423331 wrote: Yeah, this is the kind of thing that people always have trouble believing until it happens to them. I was the same way until it happened to me...



Whoa. That's wild. So the message was, "Don't worry, your baby girl is with me?" Awe-inspiring... Yes... really freaked me out but In an odd way, really comforted me also...

The really odd thing about the night I went and lied on the bed and saw my Father, what he said to me, that only he could have known, was In relation to the message the medium gave me months later from the little girl...

My Brother also had a similar experience..... up until that time, we were both sceptics .... really weird..... but I'm glad It happened because It has brought me some comfort over something that used to torment me so much....

[AnneBoleyn]

I guess I will tell one of my stories. Before I begin, I will say of course I have not discounted "coincidence", or anything else for that matter.

It was exactly 50 weeks after my husband died. In the interim my son & I moved from New England to Long Island. It had been raining, hard, for awhile. I went out in the aftemoon for my health walk. This day, as I always varied my route, I walked through the back parking lot of the large shopping center that bordered my home. Before I got to a road that separated the back lot from stores that bordered the shopping mall, which I would then also cross to get to the main road, Sunrise Highway, I suddenly stopped. There were almost no cars parked. I saw no other humans around. I looked up at the grey sky and SCREAMED my husband's name, BEGGING him to give me a sign that he was still with me. I carried on to the road.

There was a grassy spot that separated east/west traffic. I was on the grassy spot looking for cars when I saw something blue in the grass about 10-15 feet to my right. It looked so familiar, whatever it was. Walked over, picked it up. It was matches. Matches from the grocery store that was practically next to my home in New Hampshire. The matches that I bought in a box so my husband could light his cigarettes with. The nearest branch of this store was 250 miles away from Long Island. Although the grass was wet due to all the rain. the matches were dry. I picked them up, put them in my right pocket with my right hand clutching it. My mind was in turmoil. When I screamed his name, when I begged for a sign, did the sky open up & he dropped those matches almost at my feet for me to see & know he was with me? Well, I found that option hard to believe.

I continued on my walk, crossing that road, passing the satellite stores to get to the main road, Sunrise Highway where I turned west. I was walking fast, my mind racing. Couldn't be, couldn't be, couldn't be. The sun broke through, very bright, almost blindingly bright. Within minutes, something else caught my attention. A bag within a bag was swept by the wind against a chain link fence on my left, S. Hiway on my right. The inner bag (as the outer bag was tom to show) said HANKY. How I kept my sanity I don't know, because, you see, my husband & I were business owners in New Hampshire, and the name of the business, that we called "our baby" (as it was bom after the death of our daughter) was named.....Hanky Panky.

NO! NO! It just can't be! I ran to the fence, pulled both bags through. Pulled off the whole outer bag. The word I could only see, that was visible to me was Hanky, was really part of two words. THANKYOU. (Thank you.)

This was just too much. I ran past the stores to the first parking lot of the main mall. I just ran, ran, ran. The only thing I noticed, & stopped to see on my race home, was the number of the parking lot I passed through. Well, you won't be surprised to find out the number was my husband's age at his untimely death.

I continued to run home. My son was already home from school. I told him everything while I wrote it down. My memory told me the matches were full. I did, of course, save the book. It has only one match.

I don't pretend I know for sure what happened. Every believer who hears this story believes. Even doubters are reluctant to call it coincidence. I know, I try to. Can anyone pose a theory as to what this experience was? I'd appreciate it.

[Oscar Namechange]

Anne, your experience and mine has led me to believe that It's only when we lose a very close loved one and we are grieving that we notice things around us that we would not usually notice...Those things suddenly jump out at us, we are more aware....

Take my experience with the Medium.... If my brother and I on a night out had walked past the Pier and seen a sign saying ' Physic night with John Smith', we wouldn't have taken a blind bit of notice but we were both Immediatly drawn to the sign saying Physic James Byrne... It was the co-Incidence that It was my Grandfathers name that made us pay to go In otherwise we would have carried on walking.

[AnneBoleyn]

How did the matches get there, at that exact moment? They weren't generic, it was imprinted with the store's name.

[Oscar Namechange]

AnneBoleyn;1423351 wrote: How did the matches get there, at that exact moment? They weren't generic, it was imprinted with the store's name. There Is no explanation to that one Anne... I don't know what to suggest really but that's why I now have an open mind, because nothing can explain It...

Further to my night I went and lied on the bed and believe my Father spoke to me.... now this Is just plain weird man !!!!

The next day, It was vivid In my mind... I went over to my parents house to see my Mother... I was so sure I had not been dreaming but the last thing I wanted to do was upset her by telling her I thought I had seen him. They'd been married over 60 years and his death fairly recent so I said nothing besides, she didn't believe In that sort of thing and may even laughed at me....... we'd been sitting watching the Snooker on TV for hours In silence and out of the blue she said... ' I saw Dad last night'.... WHAT !!!!! How, and she told me she'd woken up and just seen him standing at the end of her bed smiling at her and then he was gone... The wierd part was she said he was wearing his Trilby Hat. he hadn't worn that for years... Later that night my late sister arrived at the house and the first thing she said was ' I swear I saw Dad last night but I was probably dreaming'....

My brother swears he has since seen my Father ....

Did grief do funny things to us and made us Imagine or dream his presence, I don't know...

Out of Interest Ann.... do you pay much attention to orbs?

[Betty Boop]

You could both ask for more visits, for some evidence even, you never know they may start showing themselves more.

Just back from church, tonight after the service a medium told me to get my cards out and dust them off, third one to tell me that. Maybe I will.

[Oscar Namechange]

Betty Boop;1423362 wrote: You could both ask for more visits, for some evidence even, you never know they may start showing themselves more.

Just back from church, tonight after the service a medium told me to get my cards out and dust them off, third one to tell me that. Maybe I will.


The only other really weird thing was after my Mother died a year later. I was In the sales office and a brand new rep had just started with us... I had never seen him In my life before.... It was about a week after she had died.... without any other word, he just said to me... ' You won't get through to her yet, she hasn't crossed over yet'...I was so stunned I never replied......

Have thought of going to a medium for a one on one but not sure?

Do you think I should ?

[Saint_]

AnneBoleyn;1423347 wrote: . Every believer who hears this story believes. Even doubters are reluctant to call it coincidence. I know, I try to. Can anyone pose a theory as to what this experience was? I'd appreciate it.


That's amazing! If I hadn't seen the things I've seen I'd chalk it up to coincidence as well, but...I'm wise enough these days to know that I don't know it all...

[AnneBoleyn]

Saint_;1423366 wrote: That's amazing! If I hadn't seen the things I've seen I'd chalk it up to coincidence as well, but...I'm wise enough these days to know that I don't know it all...


Your words mean so much to me Saint_. A thousand thanks. I was entranced by your story as well.

Betty, this is not the only story I have, but many others. Fortunately, I wrote most of them down immediately as I didn't want time to play tricks on my memory. I have stories dating back to 1974.

The trouble(?) is I am a doubter by nature. A questioner, an examiner. I can't seem to just "believe". I might be happier if I did. Maybe, maybe not.

I also read the Tarot. I don't anymore. There was a time I was doing daily readings. Several cards showed up Every Day. That was odd in itself. I really paid attention & tried to understand. It gave up it's full meaning after the Catastrophic Event. I felt angry w/myself & inadequate. I just stopped. If the time is ever right, & it may never be right, I'd go back to it. I can't figure out why but it's a tool, another way, to understand Life.

[Oscar Namechange]

I 'm the same Anne... I am logical but giving this some thought, I think that when we lose some-one close our grief makes us look around more and notice more. Like me, when some-one has been a sceptic all their lives, It makes us want to believe and we look for signs just to be reassured.

[AnneBoleyn]

oscar;1423391 wrote: I 'm the same Anne... I am logical but giving this some thought, I think that when we lose some-one close our grief makes us look around more and notice more. Like me, when some-one has been a sceptic all their lives, It makes us want to believe and we look for signs just to be reassured.


No, Oscar, looking around (& I wasn't, as the electric Blue of the matches stood out clearly in the green grass & there was no other rubbish except that) didn't cause these matches from 250 miles away to appear approximately one minute after I screamed to my husband to prove he was with me. The matches were dry & the grass was wet. Okay, a driver may have thrown them out his window at the same moment I called out to my husband. OK, coincidence. But a miraculous coincidence. I know, or think I know, that the sky didn't open & hub dropped them down. &, by miraculous coincidence, I'm not sure what I mean by miracle. But this was so much more. An amazing alignment of events. Amazing.

Yes, this was on my mind a few minutes later when I saw "Hanky". BUT, that was all that was visible to anyone's eye, not just mine. & the wind caused the bags to be noticeable to me because of the loud sound it made against the metal fence. It called me to look where the noise was coming from & it was only a foot or so from me.

I think the coincidence factor comes in more with the number of the parking lot being the same as the age of my husband when he died.

Three things in a row, especially the first, the matches, was Highly Unusual, not just me looking around more than customary. As a native New Yorker I have always looked around more than many are accustomed to because of being very careful about crime.

If coincidence, then I think the word paranormal, beyond what is normal, fits. I believe in random, I believe in chaos, but statistically I think this day was quite out of the ordinary.

[Betty Boop]

oscar;1423364 wrote: The only other really weird thing was after my Mother died a year later. I was In the sales office and a brand new rep had just started with us... I had never seen him In my life before.... It was about a week after she had died.... without any other word, he just said to me... ' You won't get through to her yet, she hasn't crossed over yet'...I was so stunned I never replied......

Have thought of going to a medium for a one on one but not sure?

Do you think I should ?


Sorry I didn't answer before, got wiped out with flu, no way I could post or do much else, evil virus!

I don't know if you should see one or not, I don't think you should just grab the nearest one you find that's for sure lol. That's what I like about the church I go to when I can, no one is in it for the money which feels nicer than paying someone when you're not at all sure they are any good.

[Oscar Namechange]

Betty Boop;1423551 wrote: Sorry I didn't answer before, got wiped out with flu, no way I could post or do much else, evil virus!

I don't know if you should see one or not, I don't think you should just grab the nearest one you find that's for sure lol. That's what I like about the church I go to when I can, no one is in it for the money which feels nicer than paying someone when you're not at all sure they are any good. awww poor you. Hope you feel better...

I have been asked before to go to a Spiritulist church with friends but never been as yet.

I want to so what sort of thing Is the norm and what can I expect to find If I do ?

[Betty Boop]

oscar;1423554 wrote: awww poor you. Hope you feel better...

I have been asked before to go to a Spiritulist church with friends but never been as yet.

I want to so what sort of thing Is the norm and what can I expect to find If I do ?


I'm sure they probably all differ, most times I go it's just like a normal service with hymns with a bit in the middle where the mediums give people readings. They pick you, they generally know who they want to speak to, it's not a calling out to the whole room 'who knows such and such a name', they are generally spot on with wanting to be with a certain person. All mediums work in different ways though and I have sat through some tedious ones where you just realise there are a lot of generalisations that could apply to several people in certain age groups lol, it's also well worth the wait for a spot on medium who is incredibly specific about things personal to you when you know damn well no one inside those four walls knows that stuff about you.

Give it a go and go, what harm can it do.

Some weeks the church I attend has an 'open circle', you just all sit round in a circle and meditate for some of the time, then the working mediums usually pick up messages for those in the circle, you are also encouraged to put forward anything you may have felt or seen whilst meditating.

[Betty Boop]

Oh, and getting there thanks Oscar, still tired but then didn't eat much for a few days but feel tonnes better than I did thank God!

[Oscar Namechange]

Betty Boop;1423558 wrote: I'm sure they probably all differ, most times I go it's just like a normal service with hymns with a bit in the middle where the mediums give people readings. They pick you, they generally know who they want to speak to, it's not a calling out to the whole room 'who knows such and such a name', they are generally spot on with wanting to be with a certain person. All mediums work in different ways though and I have sat through some tedious ones where you just realise there are a lot of generalisations that could apply to several people in certain age groups lol, it's also well worth the wait for a spot on medium who is incredibly specific about things personal to you when you know damn well no one inside those four walls knows that stuff about you.

Give it a go and go, what harm can it do.

Some weeks the church I attend has an 'open circle', you just all sit round in a circle and meditate for some of the time, then the working mediums usually pick up messages for those in the circle, you are also encouraged to put forward anything you may have felt or seen whilst meditating.


Thanks for that....

That's how It was the night I saw the medium James Byrne... he came Into the audience and walked along the rows.... then honed right In on me....

I think next time my friends ask, I will go and give It a try....

Thanks again and glad you're feeling a little better... Just at half term as well eh ?

[AnneBoleyn]

I went to a very famous medium, George Anderson. It took almost 2 years to get an appointment. You had to call a certain number on a certain day of the month with a 3 or 4 hour time window. For almost 2 years I got a busy signal but the night I got through it was at the first call on the first ring. This was before the phone features we now take for granted i.e. caller ID, redial, etc. It cost a fortune & he charged by the person for the one reading. I brought my son.

I'm so glad I have it on audio tape cassette. He was totally full of s.hit.

I knew a producer on the John Edward TV show. They miked the audience outside on line & inside. JE knew the stories before the show as the people told each other why they were there & who they wished to "speak to". They also put "plants" amongst them to learn info.

They learn the "cold reading" technique. Then they look for who they think is gullible.

Yet, I once had a medium reading which was absolutely remarkable which I will tell you about one day. She knew things that I never, up to that time, heard of.

[tabby]

I very much enjoyed reading these firsthand accounts and I have no doubt but that these things happened as you say although like yourselves I can't really offer a rational explanation. A magic moment is just that and has no need for rationale really.

[Oscar Namechange]

Well how's this for co-Incidence...

Out shopping today I made a trip to a small charity shop In the next town.... haven't been there for ages.... I targeted them because they are called ' Paws' and all donations go to rescue cats and dogs..... I only went In to say I was clearing my garage out and would they like to pop round and see If they fancy anything.... anyway.... went In and saw on the counter a flyer for a Spiritulist church meeting at the end of April.... hmmmmmmmm