Fragments of my Spirit

positively shocking...

2003-05-15T21:00:00.003-04:00

A little back story on this...

In the apartment I shared with a roommate (he'd already been living there 16 years when I moved in) I took over the spare/storage room as my bedroom. While renovating the room: painting, updating electrical outlets and so on I had a shocking experience.

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After replacing all the plug and switch outlets I turned back on the fuse and decided to test all the outlets with a lamp. All was fine so I decided to take a break and have some iced tea in the living room. I left the lamp turned on, plugged into the last outlet, to help dry some plaster work.

About five minutes later I hear what sounded like the most impressive Hollywood special effects for an electrical socket exploding. I rushed to my room to see the light bulb exploded and sparks and smoke coming from the outlet. I ran and turned off the power. Took a look and decided that the old outlet worked fine so I replaced it and all was fine, except the smell of ozone that seemed to linger for a few days.

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A few days later the room was completely painted and all the furniture and belongings moved back in. That night I fell asleep exhausted but with a sense of accomplishment. The TV was still on as was a night side lamp. After about an hour I awoke with the sense that someone was in the room. Thinking it would be odd that my roommate would have walked in, I slowly opened my eyes, only to see a man in rather plain workman's clothing standing beside my bed, hunched over a bit as if he had something he wanted to tell me without speaking too loudly.

Now I'd seen ghosts before, but never this clear or this close AND unexpected. I jumped up a bit and very audibly yelled. He took one look at me, and as it seems I startled him and he vanished.

Eventually I fell asleep but for the rest of that night and the next few I slept very lightly and with little real rest. He did not reapper. I mentioned it to my roommate after a few days and he indicated that he was not away of any history of the house that would explain it.

While at a friends place a few more days later I told them I had seen a ghost in my room but not gone into too much detail as I knew one of them was clairvoyant and so we began have a séance of sorts to figure out what was up. Who was it and what was he doing in my room.

With great detail my friend was able to recount what happened, where I was, where the apparition was in relation to me, including it's posture and appearance. It seems the man was a prior tenant (although I've never investigated the details I somehow don't doubt them as you will see there were other details of the room confirmed that were never communicated prior) His name was either Bruce or Brian; not unusual as the area we lived (Point-St-Charles) had a very established English (Irish) working class past. He was in fact an electrician and the reason he appeared was to warn me not to use that outlet at all, even though it had been returned to my pre-renovations state. He also wanted to know why there was a hole in the wall at the back of my closet that showed other electrical wiring that was not original to the house. (And in fact this was the case... there was a is a hole there because new wiring was required to add a wall light into the room next door. I never gave it a moments thought, but had certainly never mentioned it to my friend, nor had he ever had occasion to open my closet door.) We asked if there was a problem with it and 'Bruce/Brian' said no, it was just sloppy work! When asked what I should do with the outlet in question, all he said was to not use it, no harm would be suffered as long as I left it alone, and so for three years thereafter it was never touched.

I never saw Bruce/Brian beyond that one visit.

what's new (dead) pussycat?

2002-06-01T12:00:00.002-04:00

In the apartment I shared with a friend (see next post) we were on the 2nd story of a two story building. The owner of the building lived on the main floor flat and we both had 1/2 of the basement. Her access was from a stairwell in the front of the building and ours was a 2 story spiral stairwell at the back of the building. We also had a back door from that stairwell to the back yard, just a 1/2 story above the basement landing.

My roommate, at the time I moved in had 3 cats and as there was a littler box in the basement it was not uncommon to see one if not all the cats there when I was doing laundry or whatnot. What I noticed however after some time was that I didn't always see my roommates cat.

He had 3 cats a black and white one, an all black one and a Siamese. What I would occasionally see, and always alone - the other cats were always upstairs - was another cat sitting on the steps or running up the steps. But this was a much larger and fluffier cat. All of the roomie's cats were short hairs and this other cat was a big fluffy beast. A creamy colour with white paws and facial markings.

After I had seen it 3 or 4 times I mentioned it to my roommate and he said the owner that lived downstairs originally had the top apartment and by default the back half of the basement and at that time also has a cat similar in appearance to the one I described. The cat's was named Papillon.

The next time I saw the ghost cat I said hello to him by name and I heard a soft mieu before he disappeared.

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Years later (Dec 2006) when we were both preparing to move we were talking with the owner in her apartment (on the main floor) and I looked over on a bookcase and saw a picture of the cat I had so often seen in our basement. I asked her what happened to him and she mentioned he used to spend a lot of time on the stairs and liked the coolness of the basement, but one day he got out through the door to the back from the stairwell. They looked for days and days but he never returned.

I guess poor Papillon got lost or found a new home (or as is possible with a an indoor cat, worse...) but in death he returned home to place he loved most.

be gone

1997-09-01T10:23:00.000-04:00

While working in an office in Westmount some co-workers mentioned some bizarre activity on one of the accounting rooms. When I took a look I got very familiar feelings (similar to those from the black things at my old apt) I noticed as I walked through the room any place where there was less light the feelings were stronger, and when I turned on lights or opened the window blinds the feelings weakened considerably.

This went on for a few days, or I should say evenings as I worked the 4 pm - midnight shift. the room was colder and colder no matter what the thermostat was set to. And people were feeling more and more uncomfortable.

The next evening at work I brought in my sage stick and some sage oil and did the best I could to clean the room of the presence that we felt. I left drops of oil at all doors and on the sills of each window. The room smelled like turkey stuffing for a few days, but the uncomfortable feelings and cold chills disappeared.

two against one

1994-10-30T21:00:00.000-05:00

While I loved my apt, and my 'roommate' Cecile, in time there was something else in the Apt... I started noticing these two 'black' things... entities if you will. When I say they were black, that's not quite right, not so much black as devoid of light or colour. They were apparently seen by others, including my boyfriend at the time but this was only know to me after I moved out as they were afraid to mention at the time, they didn't want to freak me out.

I would see these things travel around the apt, mostly in the living room and my bedroom. They seemed to travel up and down the walls, across the floors and ceilings. Their routes were rather erratic, and fast. they'd scurry out of your field of vision and then appear on the other side in less than the blink of an eye. Poe (my cat) seemed to see them as well because I'd see his head move to match their movements. He became rather skittish. And Cecile seemed to be appearing less and less.

I never quite got a perfect view of them but then as I said their movements were very fast and the path they took was seldom a straight line. And at any rate it was not a solid colour, rather absence of light that flowed around them.

Then on one occasion in mid October, these two things I believe, attempted to possess me. One night I felt an extremely cold shaft of air pour down onto my head while laying in bed. When I would turn on the lights to see if the window was open or the ceiling fan were on the cold air would stop. When I'd turn the lights off again the cold air would came back.

I panicked. I'd never experienced this before. I didn't know what to do so I left the lights on while I thought. I decided that I'd have to confront this 'head on' and so when I shut off the light again I decided that as soon as I felt the cold air again I'd envision a miniature version of my self inside my head and picture it pushing up against the top of my head where the cold air was landing. This went on for quite some time, all the while I was thinking (very much like the scene in Lord of the Rings where Gandalf states so emphatically "You. Shall. Not. Pass." After what seemed like twenty minutes the cold air stopped. I sighed deeply, and soon fell asleep into a deep deep sleep.

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For hallowe'en that year, friends and I went to a restaurant (L'Entité II) This was a restaurant that had a side room with 3-4 psychics, fortune tellers or card readers etc. If you ordered off the table d'hote, you received a free reading. Your waiter/waitress would tell you when it was your turn and then you'd go to the side room and sit down in front of the available reader.

When it was my turn I sat down at the table at the far right of the room. Across from me was a Tarot card reader that instructed me that I'd have one question and that while shuffling the cards I should think of my question to myself. Then when done I should place the deck of cards down, split the deck into three and then ask the question aloud. I said to her, if it was ok with her, that I'd rather not speak my question aloud (This being my standard, not too sceptical, but rather caution mode of asking questions when speaking with a psychic/tarot card reader/fortune teller etc) She said that was fine, which I found comforting because when they put up a fuss it's because they typically don't know what they're doing and will answer your question based on what they think you want to hear.

So I shuffled my cards and thought about my ailing Grandmother, wanting to know how she was doing and if her time was drawing near. when I placed the deck of cards down and then split the deck in three. When she turned over the cards she looked at them and then looked at me with a rather worried look on her face. This did not look good.

She looked back at the cards for a moment and then back at me. Then she said that these cards were not about my question. She said while I thought that what I asked was rather important and urgent, the cards knew better. She said that what I was asking about was not a worry and that all was fine -and indeed my grandmother lived for almost another 4 years in relative health and peace. Then she continued and said that she was gravely concerned about where I was living and that she feared for my safety. I felt a cold shiver run down my spine. She was talking not about the neighbourhood I lived, worries of a fire or break-in; no, she was referring to 'them'. She said I had two choices and that I'd better choose quickly, time was not my friend at the moment. She said either pack up and move out as soon as I could, or stay and fight. She said if I needed she could refer me to a friend that could offer some advice on what to do, should I decide to stay. I thanked her but said I already knew what to do, I just didn't realize that it was that urgent. I mentioned I'd go to Melange Magique in the morning and get what I needed. She nodded and smiled and wish me strength.

Returning to the table in the main room I was surprised I didn't see what was coming... Oct 31st. Samhain... Pagan New Year when the veil between this world and the next is at it's thinnest. Laugh if you want but I knew then and there that by that night either I'd be out of the apt or they would.

The next morning I made a bee line for Melange, picked up some salt, some chalk and the biggest sage smudge stick I could find. I returned to the apt and proceeded with preforming every protective spell and or banishment spell I could find in all my books. And when I ran out of those I made some up on the spot. By the time I was through you could barely see a thing the smoke was so think from the smudge stick. What you could see however were whit chalk pentagrams over ever window, every door, every electrical outlet, over sinks and toilet and drained. Anything the led in or out of the apartment had been spiritually sealed shut. I'd never focused so much on warding a place in my life but now was the time, if ever.

Midnight October 31st came and went and I soon realized that all the purification, protective, banishing and warding spells I had preformed had seem to have done the job. The negative activity ceased, I didn't see or feel the two 'things' any more. Poe seemed calmer and Cecile remained and returned to her more frequent visits and playing with Poe, much to my happiness.

I hope I never encouter such an event in my life again, but if I do, I'm ready.

roommates

1994-06-01T12:00:00.001-04:00

I had visited my friends apt a couple of times earlier in 1994. On each occasion I would catch movement out of the corner of my eyes in the direction of the main hallway of the apt. As my visits progressed I would intentionally try and obtain a better view of the hallway from the living room, - which was difficult as the sofa and chair faced away form the door-way. Regardless of a perfect view in time I was convinced that the apt was haunted by a ghost.

In April of '94 they mentioned to me they were wanting to move but needed to find someone to sub-let. I was currently living in a basement bachelor apt and wanted something above ground AND with more than one room so I said I was interested. It ended up being the same amount of rent and so all was perfect for me. Besides I already knew the place was haunted, but that it didn't scare me, I never felt anything oppressive or evil...

I moved in mid-May and no sooner had I unpacked and settled in, than I began to notice patterns of energized air, of movement and then I began to see her. The spirit was female and only appeared, walked up and down the hall. She was never seen in any of the rooms. But I always knew when she was in the hall... you could 'feel' it. And once while heading from the kitchen to the computer room, I walked right through her... that was CRAZY and truly electrifying... when I passed through her it was as if little static electrical shocks went off all over my body, all my hair stood on end, but it was not at all terrifying. I affectionately called her Cecile (I'm not really sure if that was her name but that's what felt like her name was.)

At this time, I had a cat named Poe, He was a sweet cat, but didn't play with toys unless they had Nip in them, and even then his attention wanned as soon as the nip dried up. I had bought him this one foam ball in the past and it had a bell in it, I used to try and get his attention with it, rolling in front of him, at him, past him... he would barely look at it. and never once in all the times I rolled that thing would he bat at it, catch it or run after it. Well, one day I was reading in my bedroom when I could hear a bell jingle, then stop. Then a few moments later jingle again and stop, and jingle again and stop. And then I could hear Poe tumbling down the hallway, and the bell again. When I stuck my head out into the hallway There he was at one end of the hall and the ball at the other. I found that odd, rolled it down to him but he just looked past it. I went back to my book and in a minute the bell jingled again, and then as I focused I realized the tingle in the air... it was Cecile (That's what I called her after about 6 months) She was in the hall with Poe and seems he was playing with her! I would occasionally try and peek a glance at them but whenever I'd stick my head out... Poe would be siting and just blink at me. This type of activity went on for many months... not every day but once a week or so... And it was only even in that hall way, never in any room. And when I moved to another apt he never played at all with that ball again.

Only after I had moved in did my friends confess to me they felt the apt was haunted, but wanting to be out of the apt so baddly they didn't tell me. I said not to worry; that I knew it was haunted before I moved in. (They were a little surprised by that.) We all had a good laugh. I mentioned that I quite actually like the spirit and told them what I thought of her.

I was in this apt for a just under 2 years, and only moved because my boyfriend and I at the time were moving into a new larger apt, otherwise I'd very likely still be there today. I loved that apt (for the most part - see my next post) and Cecile.

I miss her.

a vision in black and white

1991-09-26T12:00:00.000-04:00

This premonition I had while living in Montréal.

One evening while laying on my bed reading, I looked away from the book in my hands to just sort of absorb the chapter I had read and when I looked up towards the wall I saw, instead of the grey wall, an image of a brick building. Rather square and without detail. It was just the top story or so and at the corner and then above it the tops of some spruce trees and sky and cloud. Then there was a helicopter that come overhead and then below there was what appeared to be flashing lights and people running all amok. The people, like everything else I saw was literally in black and white. There was no colour to anything I saw; the bricks were grey not red, the trees were all shades of black and white, not greens, the sky not blue, but grey and the people as I said were either black or white. I could sense great turmoil and tension. And then all of the sudden I saw my bedroom wall again.

When I got home from work a couple of days later and sat watching the evening news, on came a report from my home in Nova Scotia. They were showing my High School! I was excited. Wow I thought my high school is on the evening news! How shocked and embarrassed was I when, once I began listing to the reporter it was about a race riot that had erupted between black and white students.

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Yes I'll admit that my vision was rather simple and to draw a correlation between the two (the vision and the actual event) are slim, trust me when I say that I'm a fairly literal person and so my vision in black and while literal as well as the people in it was for whatever purpose and from where ever the images came as direct and unencumbered as possible. The brick exterior is that of the school but simple was not recognized due to limited view of the building seen.

What is sad was that this was one of many such instances in the years to come. I was so saddened by the events that I mailed my school ring to the principle stating that I was so ashamed of the events that I no longer wished to be reminded of a connection with the school.

top hat, bottom floor

1989-08-12T10:10:00.000-04:00

One weekend when my parents were away, I invited a group of friends over for a potluck dinner. (There were eight of us in total) I gave a little tour of the house to those that had never been over - about 5 of them. When I opened the door to the basement, at the base of the steps ( there are only 8 as we lived in a split level) there standing, and looking up at us was a man in a very distinctive suit (from the 1900's or so) and wearing a hat similar to a top hat. He was not a solid image, I cannot recall seeing complete legs and feet - he was only visible form the knees or so, up. And he was slightly transparent. He did not move, nor speak. We all saw him, this is for certain, because 2 of the girls shrieked and we all freaked just a little bit at the surprise of seeing a strange man standing there looking at us. Upon our reaction his image dissolved into thin air. I quickly closed the door and we all headed up to the living room had a drink and discussed what we had seen, everyone indicating the same image.

While I never saw him again, it was many a week before I was able to descend the stairs and go to the basement, even in the light of day.

crystal clear

1987-08-01T12:00:00.000-04:00

While I cannot recall the exact day this occurred, I do recall it being in August of 1987.

(Something you'll notice from this and a few posts before and after, a lot goes down for me in August. Not sure why really, the best I've ever come up with my self is that I was born on the 8th and August is the eighth month... ok I know that's grasping at straws, but then it's always been enough of an explanation, at least for myself. And ultimately it's not so much about the month as it is the event, in my eyes)

One evening as my Father was driving me and a friend (Tracy) home from the Mall where she and I both worked, I had the most vivid premonition. We were driving past Lake Bannook and even though I was looking out onto the lake and at the teams of paddlers from the Mic Mac Aquatic Club gliding across the rippling water, I no longer saw them but saw vision of a large crystal bowl falling and breaking into pieces. It was so (pardon the pun) crystal clear, that I actually commented on it, and in retrospect I'm glad that I did.

Two or three days later when I got home from work I walked into the dining room and there on the table was the bowl I had seen. Unbeknownst to me it was our family's own christening bowl. For years it had been stored up on top of the hutch in the dining room and because Dad was going to be moving the hutch to paint he was removing the contents. He too did not know it was there and so when the hutch was moved, it slid off the top and fell to the floor where it shattered.

I only wish I had known of the bowl and recognized it in the vision, had that been the case maybe it would still be in one piece today instead of the pieces it's in (again, on top of the hutch)

my uncle the cat (part 2)

1984-08-08T10:07:00.000-04:00

Four days after his death, on August 8th 1984 we buried my Uncle.

At the funeral service, my Aunt and some other family sat in the first row on the right side of the church. I along with my immediate family sat in the second row. I sat directly behind my Aunt. The casket was in the aisle, the head of the casket just about alongside my Aunt.

As the service began you could hear the occasional meow. It was not clear where it was coming from as at first it was too faint. After a while the meows became more frequent and a bit louder. And I knew it was not in my head because others were looking around (politely) to find the source of the sound.

A few minutes later and it was now possible to determine where the meows were coming from. From the far left of the alter, an open door to a side chapel a cat walked out. a black and white cat. The Priest stopped the service, not so much because he was interrupted by the meowing but because he, like everyone else was just amazed at what was unfolding.

We all watched in amazement as the cat, continuing to meow, walked straight up to the coffin, looked up to the head of it and then looked at my Aunt and then to me and then back to her. He sat down and just kept looking at her and occasionally to me and let out a few soft mews.

After what seemed like an eternity, one of the alter boys came over, picked up the cat and as he was about to walk away my aunt reached out, gave the cat a gentle pat on the head, then looked back to me and smiled.

Once the alter boy had removed the cat and closed the side chapel door, the service continued to it's conclusion.

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No one discussed the cat, not myself, not my parents, not my aunt. But both she and I know who the cat was.

On many occasion, and often when I am feeling most vulnerable or afraid, if I am out and alone, or indeed on occasion with others, I will hear and or see a black and white car appear. Not out of thin air, but from around a building or from under a car and so on. Instantly I am no longer afraid. Often I say quietly "Hi Uncle Don. Thanks." I've seen my Uncle the cat on occasion in Halifax, where the events of this post and the one previous took place, and also in Montréal, when I currently reside - and where in fact my Uncle was born.

my uncle the cat (part 1)

1984-08-04T15:00:00.000-04:00

August 4th 1984 was the day my Uncle Don passed away. I was close to him, not only because in fact I only have 5 uncles total, and not only because he was my God-Father but because I genuinely like, no, loved him. He was a kind man, and would do anything for you. Sadly within a couple months of retirement he was diagnosed with lung-cancer. Within a few months and after 2 surgeries and countless treatments he could no longer hold on and slipped away from us.

That night I had one of the most intense dreams of my life. One that I'll never forget. It started innocently enough.. there was myself and the son (Ross) of one of my Mother's childhood friends - why he was in this dream I'll never know - We were looking around a house - not one I recognize as having been in before or that even in the dream we knew who it belonged to. It did not appear to be inhabited at the time, there was little to no furnishings. There were some boxes and crumpled up papers but otherwise empty.

After a while we come across a sort of trap door in the floor of one of the rooms. We pull open the door and are able to see a basement underneath the house. Having no other means of going down, we drop through the opening in the floor and begin to look around. At first we don't see much except for pile after pile of old cardboard boxes. Then, through a doorway we somehow had missed we hear a cat's meow, and then more cats. A few moments later 3 cats emerge from the room. One cat is white, one is all black and the other is a mix of black and white.

The cats don't seem to pay any attention to us. Then after a few more minutes of us looking around the black and white cat jumped up on a box in front of a window opening to another room. When I looked through I could see my Uncle sitting in his favourite armchair with his and my Aunts deceased grey cat. I called through to him but he did not respond.

I searched for a way to get through to the room where my Uncle was sitting but could not find a door that would lead me there, so I finally crawled through the window opening. Once inside the other room I again began to talk to my uncle, but still no reply. I walked closer and tried to get his attention but still he looked straight forward. I reached out and took his arm, but could not move it. I then reached out for the cat, and ended up picking him up by his tail. His body was ridged and I was holding him like a tennis racket.

In the dream I am at first unaware that both the cat and my Uncle are for lack of another term, deceased. Once I realize what is going on I go into an insane rage and begin hitting my Uncle with the cat. With each and every hit I scream out in anguish. It's at this point that I wake up, and as I gain consciousness I realize I am screaming out loud in my bed. I stop and just lay in terrified awe at my dream and hear my screams echo as loud as my pulse that I hear pounding in my ears. No one came to my room even though they surely would have heard me scream.

After what seemed like an eternity of reviewing the progression of the dream, as I lay in bed I eventually drift back off to sleep. The dream now continues, or rather a variation of the dream. The setting is the same, I'm still in the basement, but my Uncle is no longer there, nor is his cat. Also now missing is Ross. I appear to be alone and then I hear another meow and when I look to the sound I see the black and white cat again, now sitting in my Uncle's chair. Only he is different. In the dream I know it's the same cat, but now, instead of being a real cat, he now appears to be a toy cat, made our of pom-poms. He is the same dimensions and shape as a real cat, only his fur is not fur, it is yarn. Once I realize the cat is 'alive' but not a 'real cat' I again, begin to yell and scream. I don't hit the cat, but that is likely only because it races off into the first room where the opening to the floor above is.

Knowing this is the only exit from the basement and this hell I seem to be in I chase after the cat. Once in the room I can hear the cat's meow but no longer can I see it. Ross having heard my screams appears above me in the opening and offers to pull me out. I reach up and take his arm and after a moment or two and some struggle I am now out of the basement. As soon as I can get to my feet, I am headed out of the house and thereafter wake up again.

I again begin reviewing the events of the dream(s) in my head and after a while, and no doubt because of exhaustion, I again fall asleep but thankfully the dream does not continue.

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When I awake in the morning I get up, speak to my parents but no one comments or asks about my screams from the night before.

Later in the day as we are driving to the funeral home I confront my father and ask if he heard me screaming the night before. He confirms that he did but said he did not want to upset me further by barging into my room. He then asks why I was yelling and I say because I had a bad dream. (I don't want to tell him why I was screaming... basically because I was hitting my dead Uncle with his dead cat. I figure that's just too messed up and don't want him or others to think that I didn't love my uncle.) He persists in asking for details however and I guess because I really didn't sleep well and was tired, aside form the shock and lose of losing my Uncle and the disturbing details of the dream, which have worn me down further, I actually tell him the full story. By the end I am in tears. He tells me not to be upset that I wasn't in control of my actions and that I was just upset about losing my Uncle.

When we arrive at the funeral home I avoid my Aunt because I'm still feeling very guilty about my dream. After a short while however she approaches me and tells me my Father told her I had a dream about my Uncle and that she would like me to recount it for her. I protest and protest and am in tears telling her I cannot. (How can you tell a person that the husband they lost not 24 hours before was in your dreams and you were beating him with their deceased cat?!) Now there's all this attention on me, people are looking at me and now my Aunt is crying, begging, pleading for me to tell her. I finally relent and tell her all. I supposed I figured if I didn't tell her my Father would, so I spare no detail.

When I'm finished, again still in tears. She reached out and hugged me. Through her tears she tells me not to worry and not be upset that I reacted as I did in the dream. She said it was only natural that I was so upset when in the dream I realize he is dead. She said I'm not mad at him, I'm mad that he's gone. And to that she added that I really was indeed the lucky one, because he came to me to say goodbye, albeit not in the best of circumstances or delivery.

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While I am slightly comforted by her words, I still to this day feel tremendous guilt for not reacting in a more dignified and positive way.

This was actually the first dream that I was able to continue although perhaps not as consciously as I later developed, through patience and practice and many many many other dreams.

three unrelated (?) events

1978-08-01T15:00:00.000-04:00

The first paranormal or "un-normal' experiences of my life, that I can recall at least, all happened one weekend back in August of 1978 My brother and I were camping with our Dad on a friends property (along with about 6 other families) in the Moose River area of Nova Scotia. I was 9 at the time.

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The first of the three events was a ghost siting that not only myself but 6 or so others saw as well. We had heard of a 'haunted house' about a 30 min walk down the road from where we were in a deserted homestead. We all decided to walk down and take a closer look. When we got to the driveway leading to the house we all froze. While I don't think we, any of us expected to see anything, we certainly weren't expecting to see anything still that far from the house. But we all saw something pass inside the house, through one of the downstairs windows. It was pure white. It was neither the shape of a person or any animal.

(this is a quick sketch of it's shape)
It went, left to right by the window. But what really, nailed us to the spot where we stood was that mere seconds later it was on the second story of the building and walked(?) past both windows. We didn't need to see anything else, and sure as hell weren't going any closer.

Within moments we were all hightailing it back to 'home' our hearts in our throats. We told all the adults who would listen but they said we must have imagined it, or that it was just a tattered piece of curtain. We mentioned that it was impressive that the curtains in all three windows (on two different floors) all seemed to be tattered into the same shape and move across the window. But still no more from the adults.

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Later that day I was going to sit down on a picnic table, one that had a large coffee urn (you know those industrial ones that hold a 100 cups or so) Well it seems that the table was not sitting level on the ground and when I sat down the table tipped forward causing the urn to topple over (directly toward me) and spill it contents - gallons of boiling hot water - all over my back, neck, shoulders and arms. An adult seeing what happened rushed over to me and grabbed me tearing my shirt off. Oddly enough both she and I were amazed as there was no blistering, no burning. I could feel the heat of the water, but there was no scarring, no mark whatsoever on me. I went in and changed into some dry clothing and then went back outside. She was still filling the urn with more water, she asked if I was ok, and I was. She commented how incredible it was that I was not harmed and said she would not believe it had she not seen it. Oddly enough the grass that was dowsed (along with me) was now all wilted - from the heat of the water - and a day later was dead.

I'm not sure why I was not burned, but in retrospect I am thanking some guardian spirit.

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The last event took place the next day. A group of us, adults and children were all taking a walk down to the river and on the way had to cross an old wooden bridge over a dried stream bed. I refused to cross. Something inside me was telling me not to get on the bridge. It was a fearful feeling of dread that I just could not ignore. While my father tried to reason with me and others had crossed the bridge, we all heard the creaking of the bridge and from the middle some of the old wooden planks dropped off and hit the stream bed below. No one was hurt and no one fell through but as soon as that happened the dread and fear I felt disappeared and was replaced with a very vivid sense of relief.

...and thus started a lifelong irrational fear of bridges. :-)

what's this blog about?

1970-01-01T07:30:00.000-05:00

This is my blog to document and share with others, those events and moments of my life when something, paranormal, or at the very least 'un-normal' occurred. Whether it's a ghost siting, a premonition or vision, demonic possession and so forth, I'll post them all here.

Many while being reported well after the fact, those form 1978 to 2007 are posted as accurately as possible, relying on my memory of these events as clearly as possible. I can assure you all are so well ingrained into my memory that the details I list are as clear to me now as the day I

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I had wanted to date this post with my day and time of birth, March 8th 1969 (7:35 am EST) ... but Blog Spot won't let you post date prior to Jan 1st 1970.