muley

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I've been asked for many years what I believe and if I've ever experienced anything. These are a few of the things that have happened to me over the years:

Earliest Remembered Experience

As a child, I remember waking up and seeing all these tall, light figures around my bed. I screamed and watched these figures fly up through my ceiling and out my walls. Grandmother Williams came into my room to check on me. She said it was a dream, but I know I saw them. I'd say I was around 3 or 4 years old--I was definitely no longer in a crib.

It is my opinion that, as children, we are able to sense and see more than what is expected of people to see, but we become unconditioned to it as the years wear on and people tell us 'it's only a dream' or 'it doesn't exist.' I've always felt that denying existence of nearly everything represents a false faith in God who created everything, and if he can create everything he can also do what he wants. So, yeti could exist (but if so, we would have found them by now--the world is too small for them to exist and not be found yet). Aliens could exist (the universe is HUGEMONGOUS). Atlantis could have existed, and I think did. Much the same way it was destroyed all the main capitals of the planet are headed in that same direction.

But, I digress. I believe that God made the spiritual essence of humanity stronger than our bodies, that's why our bodies die and our spirits continue to live on and go to heaven or hell, but I also believe that there is several realms of existence between the highest level of heaven and the lowest portions of hell, and the spirits can exist on each level depending...on what, I have no clue. (Disclaimer: I reserve the right to edit my opinion as I see fit, ha ha).

Hillcrest Cemetery, Holly Springs, MS.

When I was a kid I had a friend named Michelle. Michelle and I grew up in Holly Springs, MS, which is a pre-Civil War antebellum town (each April they have the Pilgrimage which you can buy tickets to see all the old pre-Civil War mansions that are participating). TONS of ghost stories in that town. It's been in my life so long that even as a kid I studied about parapsychology and paranormal research (basically one and the same, just the first one gives you a degree).

Anyway, we heard about a ghost at Hillcrest Cemetery and went there to see it. I'll edit this to add details when I get around to that (location, etc.). The saying was that you shine your headlights on bright between the two cedar trees at the end of the street and the ghost would appear. When we saw it, it was around 9pm, the air was cold and misty. I faintly saw anything, she saw it in detail (veil of a woman holding a brighter light--a child we surmised later) and freaked out. We went back a few times and stayed longer each time and finally saw it rocking back and forth. It was the last time we saw it.

We went back the next day and she figured the point where we saw it. It was next to a mother and child at the Smith family plot (died at 29 yo and 4 yo). The father died when he was 85 or 89. I took soil samples so I could look at it under a microscope and see if there was anything different about the soil from that spot as opposed to, say, soil I got from 20 feet away--anything residual. While the soil experiment went nowhere because my science teacher wouldn't let me use the microscope, I did find sea shells placed around the graves of both females.

Many years later, and while there has been no conclusive evidence that what I was told is real, a friend who practiced Wiccan magic said one could use sea shells in a certain order to create a means of communication or bring someone's spirit back. If anybody has reference to this, please share.

Anyway, our research of the area showed that there were no highly polished memorials between the car and the edge of the hill behind where we saw the ghost, nor anywhere near it was there a necessary few that could refract the light between the headlights we shone into the cemetery. Walking to the back of the cemetery in a relatively straight line proved that the only polished memorials were at the bottom of the hill, out of view of the ghost, and straight back further was the woods, in which there was nothing to reflect light, and too dense for the houses atop the other hill to shine though.

Precognitive Dreaming

I had a dream once about a blonde headed woman driving a car, but I couldn't see her face. I did see Grandmother Williams in the car (this is after Grandmother died) with a man who I recognized but not well. The next time I went to my dad's house there was a family reunion portrait and I was in the front row, in the back row was a blonde headed woman, same hair cut. I ignored it for a minute and asked Daddy if he could show me any more recent pictures of his father which he had seen not too many years earlier before he died, and it clicked. I dreamed about the blonde headed woman in that picture. I don't remember if it was at that point or later when my dad told me she'd died in a car accident.

Beware of Ghost Hunting Groups

I've been on some outings with a local group of folks, but the majority were idiots and so anything that COULD have happened while on these treks I've had to discredit. Some of the things experienced during that time: BRYCE INSANE ASYLUM: a music box sound, dark shadows in an empty room; RIPLEY, TN, CEMETERY: my shirt being tugged with no one behind me although the infrared thermometer dropped about 20-degrees and the EMF (electromagnetic field detector) was scaling, and one actual orb photo I got--it's in motion with a tail, so I was going to think it was not just a dust particle.

One house we went to in Corinth, MS, found us alone in the middle of nowhere in a brand new house. While I had my infrared night vision goggles on, I was looking around and listening for evidence. This one really nice couple brought along their neice who had earlier taken a muscle relaxer of some sort. She didn't realize, I suppose that I could see even in the pitch black darkness. I did hear a stone move in the kitchen when nobody was in there, and when one girl in the group said, "If a spirit is here, please say something or give us a sign. It is okay." This neice began to whisper. I was watching. I told her, "I see you, shut up." Anyway, how unprofessional to bring underage kids, on muscle relaxer no less, to such a dangerous outing as this.

But the people were totally unprofessional and kept screwing with experiments and running around goofing off for a midnight "boo" instead of taking a serious approach to things. I suppose the anger comes in that I spent so much money to research with people I thought were serious and they were why folks debunk those of us who take it seriously! Out of that lot, though, I did meet a few folks who I consider great people, good friends, and serious about the research and wish we could research together again sometime. They know who they are!

Astral Projection

When I lived in East Memphis with my mom and stepdad, my aunt and uncle lived across the street. Many family members had stayed the night between the two houses and we were all gathering at my aunt's house for breakfast. I "woke" to go over for breakfast that morning but for some reason bypassed getting dressed in anything other than my pajamas and suddenly I was at the house. I was walking around and talking to everyone and nobody would answer back. I began yelling, and was still ignored. I saw what everyone was wearing and could even smell the food--and that's when I noticed a strand or string or whatever you want to call it attached to me! I looked at it and it went through the house--I followed it back to my bedroom, and could see me in the bed! I went to myself and in a second or two woke wide awake.

I immediately bypassed getting dressed in anything other than my pajamas and quickly ran to the house. Everyone was wearing what I saw them in earlier, and they were finally answering me, and I could smell the food that was cooking and, of course, nobody believed me!

Last Trip With Childhood Friend: The Ghosts of New Orleans

Michelle and I took one final trip before she "outgrew" her friends from home. We went to New Orleans, LA, and went on a ghost tour with Parapsychologist Larry Montz's group Hauntings Today. Don't just settle for any ol' ghost tour--this one is real.

Among the trip's experiences, we watched paint peel from a wall that once had portraits painted on it of prior family members who owned it, felt a magnetic force atop a well in which a man had his wife buried when, during a fight, he knocked her out a 3rd story window to her death (she was going to expose him as a cheater in the community), and saw other places and heard stories about them.

Where there is a big theater and its practice stage (which now serves as the kids' theater) I was able to have physical/non-physical contact with spirits of children there.

But first: when we entered the kids' museum, Michelle saw a brown shadow floating over the stage--the story is that an actress from way back had a starring role that would make her career, but when the director favored someone over her and reduced her to chorus girl she hung herself on the practice stage (now the children's theater). Supposedly she was wearing a brown dress when she was found and that people see the brown shadows. Michelle at first was crediting the shadow to Peter Pan having seen a poster of that on th wall, but didn't like knowing that what she saw was a dead woman!

Other stories that we didn't experience is that an old black janitor's spirit hangs on one of the female group leaders when they come there, a woman fell to her death in the courtyard from an upstairs party room...lots of tales.

Anyway, I was sitting in the children's theater singing kids' songs and felt a cold whisp of air! I got up and immediately began searching the cracks and crevices of EVERYTHIGN, and the guide came over and said, "I've watched you tonight, and you know how to study this stuff and what to look for. You're not going to find any air jets or vents or any of that stuff. It's real."

I sat back down and begain singing again and while I felt the cold whisps of air, a woman across the way also felt it. She was freaking out, sitting there with goose bumps all over her, "I'm so cold! I'm so cold!" The guide asks her, "Do kids like you?" She said, "Yes." He said, 'These are kids' spirits." She asked could she be excused.

I'll add more as I remember or as they happen.

If you can find it, I would suggest for educational reading to grab Lloyd M. Auerbach's ESP, Hauntings, and Poltergeists: A Parapsychologist's Handbook. It covers everything to study about and is superbly interesting.

Also, visit the American Society for Psychical Research here:
http://www.aspr.com/

When my family first moved back to where we live now we had to tear down my great grandmothers old house to move our trailer in over top of where it use to set. Now no one is buried there or anything and maybe I was just being scared but this is what happend on several occasions at the old trailer:

1. I use to have feelings like someone else was in the house when I was there alone.. one time in particular I felt like someone or some thing was in a room at the end of the hall. I was sitting in the living room watching tv.. nothing scary just a game show and all of a sudden I felt like I was being watched.. like something was coming down the hall towards me.. I had had feelings like this before and always ran away but this time I made up my mind to be an adult about it even though I was only 15 *L* and face my fears.. so down the hall I went.. slowly I made my way down the hall.. past the washer and dryer.. past the restroom .. looming ahead was my parents room and my room and the guest room to the left around the L at the end of the hall.. I got real close and it was like fear/terror/horror just gripped me.. I did not see anything or hear anything but I felt ice cold and turnd and ran out of the house nearly knocking the door down.. I could not go in untill someone else got home.

Now to let you know we had lived in this trailer in another location before and I stayed there by myself many times alone in all parts of the trailer with no problems. It was not until we moved that I experienced any problems.

I had an old tandy 1000 computer in the guest room.. took floppy disk... the BIG floppy's had no hard drive.. I wrote poems back then.. sorry poems I admit but they were poems.. one day I went to look at a poem I had written and print it out and it had been changed.. not rearranged or parts deleted or anything like that but the part that I had wrote was "I am a prisoner and you are my jailer.. you have the only key that can seet me free." Yeah I know *barf* *L* anyhow when I went back it had been changed to "Art is a prisoner and you are it's jailer. You have the only key that can set it free"... oooookkkkk now that's spooky as heck.... considering the following

1. only child
2. parents from stone age STILL don't know how to even turn a computer on much less how to type
3. No one else in house
4. No internet connections back then.

Several times in this room I would hear my name called and on at least one time I heard my name and heard "come here for a minute" after it. So I asked my parents what they wanted and they swore they had not said a word.


After we got a new trailer I only had one other incident here but it was a doozy.

I woke up about 3 am and was very thirsty so I went to the kitchen to get a glass of water.. when I went back to bed I looked ath the clock thinking.. oh great I only got about 2 hours left to sleep.... I closed my eyes.. as I was closing my eyes I caught a glimpse of something at the foot of my bed... I opened my eyes and something about 3 feet tall solid black with red eyes and 6 arms jumped up on my chest and started beating the hairy heck out of me. I was swinging back but was having no affect.. after what seemed like an eternity it finally disappeared in front of me.. I turned to look at the clock.. about 2 minutes had passed... I would say I was dreaming but i had never went back to sleep.. I was not sleepy when I closed my eyes... and I opend them right back AND I was awake when it dissapeared I did not snap awake.... It was so real what ever it was that I could not sleep for about a week and could not sleep without lights on for about 3 months after. Demon attack? Night Terror? Ghost? Too much pizza for supper? I'm not sure but I'm just glad that that's been about 11-12 years and nothing on the super natural side has happend again.

Not saying it was a demon, but if it were it should be listed here:
http://www.deliriumsrealm.com/delirium/demonlistA-E.asp