This is from Real Ghosts, Restless Spirits, And Haunted Places, by Brad Steiger.
Many people have been blessed with seeing the ghostly image of their loved ones pass to the 'other side,' or received comforting messages from recently deceased individuals, have often told us that those souls were met by angelic beings or more advanced spirits who assisted them in evolving to higher planes of awareness. As these souls progressed, all of their ties to their prior physical existence faded into irrelevance.
But on occasion, something goes wrong on a souls evolution into the light. If hooked on sensual pleasures, soul personalities may experience the same hedonistic drives after death. They may undergo traumatic shocks when they realize they no longer have physical bodies, and may attempt to return to all their old pleasurable places. If there were additional negative factors in an individual's life; such as a bitter dispute, an old score left unpaid, or an argument left unresolved, then these restless spirits might hunger to return to the physical world to take revenge. These disembodied entities will seek out vulnerable humans to attach themselves to.
Humans are most susceptible to invasion by spirits at the following times: when they are fatigued, under severe emotional distress, turmoil, or anger; when they are under the influence of drugs or alcohol. Young people with their unfettered imaginations and undisciplined lives are also susceptible.
In addition, there also appears to be discarnate entities that have never been human, but strongly desire to occupy the body of a man or woman to feel the emotions and sensual expressions that are unique to the human experience. They often identify themselves as agents of evil, or traditionally have been called 'demons.' Brad Steiger chooses to call them 'spirit parasites.'
Brad Steiger writes: 'If someone you know has demonstrated a dramatic alteration in their behavior, and you are certain that he or she does not abuse drugs and has no previous history of mental problems, that person may have been invaded by a spirit parasite. Those who suffer from invasion by an uninvited entity may begin to exhibit the following changes of personality or behavior:
1 - They may begin to hear voices directing them to perform acts they would have never even considered earlier.
2 - They may frequently see the image of the spirit parasite as it existed in its physical life as a human. In the case of a nonhuman entity acting as a spirit parasite, the being will appear in its demonic countenance.
3 - The spirit-possessed often feel themselves lose consciousness, although they are physically able to continue interacting with other people, and people around them believe they are conscious. They often have no memory of their black-outs later.
4 - On occasions, sometimes even in the midst of conversations, their conscious mind may be blocked, an a trance like state will come over them.
5 - They may begin walking differently, speaking in a different tone and manner, and behaving in strange, irrational ways.
6 - They may begin doing things that they have never done before. Friends and family will remark that they are behaving like a totally different person.
7 - In the very worst cases, the parasite being will consume its victim's life. The evil spell may reach its climax with the possessed individual committing murder, suicide, or some violent antisocial act.
'Evil or negativity is an imbalanced, chaotic, destructive energy, the opposite of growth and productivity. When an individual is negative, depressed and discordant, he or she opens the psyche to invasion by a parasite from the lower frequencies of the spirit world.
'One should be wary of an indiscriminate exploration of the occult or "Ghost Hunting," in haunted houses or places. Without proper discipline, study, and discernment, the ill-prepared are liable to interact only with those entities who will seek to deceive and entrap them.
'If you should have an encounter with a negative being from the more chaotic regions of the spirit world, you will quite likely experience a prickling sensation that will seem to crawl over your entire body. You will instantly be filled with an awareness that you have entered into a very dangerous liaison. If you continue the contact, you will experience a mounting sense of terror or a distinct sensation of unease, depending upon the strength of the discordant vibrations emanating from the spirit parasite. If you should find yourself in such an encounter, utter prayers of love and harmony and ask angelic or higher spiritual guides to surround and protect you.'
Sunday 24 July 2011
Thursday 21 July 2011
The Gift
Taken from 'Ghost Stories,' by Jo-Anne Christensen
The Gift
Dawn Scott considered herself fortunate because not only was she in love, but her father thought highly of her boyfriend as well. It could be because her father also had a close relationship with his own father-in-law. In fact, before he died, Dawn's grandfather had given her father a special gift; a pocket knife. "My father treasured it with all his might," wrote Dawn. "Wherever he went, the knife would be right along there with him."
During the winter of 88, the knife went missing and could not be found. "My boyfriend and my father liked one another very much," Dawn explained, "and to please my father was something my boyfriend always like to do." So he went to the wharf and searched, but found nothing. Dawn's father thanked him for the attempt.
Two months later, Dawn's boyfriend was killed in a terrible car accident. Her entire family shared her grief, particularly her father, who felt he had lost a good friend.
Two weeks later, Dawn and her mother were awakened by her father's screams. His face was white, and he was shaken up. He revealed that Dawn's boyfriend had come to visit him while he slept. He sat down on the edge of the bed and heard him as he said his goodbyes.
"My mother tried telling him it was just a dream, just nonsense. But my father wouldn't listen," Dawn wrote. And then he told them something even more unbelievable. "He finally said...very calmly and serenely...that my boyfriend had returned his pocket knife."
Dawn and her mother thought that her father was so upset that he was also delusional. But suddenly, he turned his closed palm-up and opened his fingers. Dawn will never forget what she saw. "In his hand lay the pocket knife my grandpa had given my father as a gift before he died."
Returning the treasure, and thereby performing one final favour, was a gesture of friendship extended from beyond the grave.
The Gift
Dawn Scott considered herself fortunate because not only was she in love, but her father thought highly of her boyfriend as well. It could be because her father also had a close relationship with his own father-in-law. In fact, before he died, Dawn's grandfather had given her father a special gift; a pocket knife. "My father treasured it with all his might," wrote Dawn. "Wherever he went, the knife would be right along there with him."
During the winter of 88, the knife went missing and could not be found. "My boyfriend and my father liked one another very much," Dawn explained, "and to please my father was something my boyfriend always like to do." So he went to the wharf and searched, but found nothing. Dawn's father thanked him for the attempt.
Two months later, Dawn's boyfriend was killed in a terrible car accident. Her entire family shared her grief, particularly her father, who felt he had lost a good friend.
Two weeks later, Dawn and her mother were awakened by her father's screams. His face was white, and he was shaken up. He revealed that Dawn's boyfriend had come to visit him while he slept. He sat down on the edge of the bed and heard him as he said his goodbyes.
"My mother tried telling him it was just a dream, just nonsense. But my father wouldn't listen," Dawn wrote. And then he told them something even more unbelievable. "He finally said...very calmly and serenely...that my boyfriend had returned his pocket knife."
Dawn and her mother thought that her father was so upset that he was also delusional. But suddenly, he turned his closed palm-up and opened his fingers. Dawn will never forget what she saw. "In his hand lay the pocket knife my grandpa had given my father as a gift before he died."
Returning the treasure, and thereby performing one final favour, was a gesture of friendship extended from beyond the grave.
We Call It Casper
I wish I could share more stories with you involving ghost experiences in the Williams Lake area, but they are difficult to find. Hopefully one day someone reading this will reply with a tale I can share. I could only find one story so far that takes place in Williams Lake, and it involves a haunted hotel. I came upon it in the book 'Ghost Stories Of British Columbia,' by Jo-Anne Christensen.
In the late 80's, or early 90's, Anneke Leupin bought a road side hotel in Williams Lake, British Columbia. Under her were four trusted staff whom she enjoyed working with. It wasn't long until they were approaching her with strange stories of what they believed was a ghost that was haunting the hotel. Leupin was reluctant to believe is such stories, as at the time, she was a non-believer.
Her staff would tell her that sometimes while cleaning rooms, a t.v. would suddenly and quite loudly, just switch on, and there were times a faucet might turn on full board. It was quite disturbing to say the least. On one occasion, two of the staff witnessed an ashtray violently shaking on a table. On two other occasions, when staff would go down to the supply closet to pick up some clothes hangers for the mysteriously empty closets, they would return moments later to find the rods jangling with hangers. While on coffee breaks in the laundry room, they'd often hear whistling and footsteps upstairs. Leupin heard this first hand.
One experience really convinced Leupin of the existence of ghosts. One day, while she was in the basement she suddenly felt hands running up and down her waist. Startled, she turned to see who was there and there was no one.
Although unsettling, Anneke Leupin and her staff don't believe the spirit means anyone harm. They call it 'Casper' because to them, it seems friendly.
In the late 80's, or early 90's, Anneke Leupin bought a road side hotel in Williams Lake, British Columbia. Under her were four trusted staff whom she enjoyed working with. It wasn't long until they were approaching her with strange stories of what they believed was a ghost that was haunting the hotel. Leupin was reluctant to believe is such stories, as at the time, she was a non-believer.
Her staff would tell her that sometimes while cleaning rooms, a t.v. would suddenly and quite loudly, just switch on, and there were times a faucet might turn on full board. It was quite disturbing to say the least. On one occasion, two of the staff witnessed an ashtray violently shaking on a table. On two other occasions, when staff would go down to the supply closet to pick up some clothes hangers for the mysteriously empty closets, they would return moments later to find the rods jangling with hangers. While on coffee breaks in the laundry room, they'd often hear whistling and footsteps upstairs. Leupin heard this first hand.
One experience really convinced Leupin of the existence of ghosts. One day, while she was in the basement she suddenly felt hands running up and down her waist. Startled, she turned to see who was there and there was no one.
Although unsettling, Anneke Leupin and her staff don't believe the spirit means anyone harm. They call it 'Casper' because to them, it seems friendly.
Tuesday 19 July 2011
Hierarchy of Spirits
This next bit of documentation is also taken from 'Real Ghosts, Restless Spirits And Haunted Places, by Brad Steiger. As you've likely already noticed that a lot of material on this blog refers to this book. It is an amazing non-fiction book, only it's more than that. It's like the bible on supernatural phenomenons. It is a book I highly recommend if you are into further educating yourself on the subject.
Dr. Wilson Van Dusen is a psychologist whose books include 'The Presence Of Other Worlds'(1994), 'Testimony To The Invisible: Essays on Swendenburg' (1995), and 'Beauty, Wonder, And The Mystical World(1999).
Dr. Wilson Van Dusen believed that the lives of human beings are dependent on a relationship with the hierarchy of spirits. As a psychologist in a state mental hospital, he set out to document his patient's hallucinations. Although he noted similarities between all the descriptions by his mental patients and the views of another scholar, Swedenburg's(1688-1772, an 18th Century intellectukal colossus and Renaissance man, who wrote 150 books in 17 sciences. Some described him as a Swedish mystic who claimed to have communication with Angels, Demons, and other inhabitants of the unseen world), discussions of the relationships between humans and spirits.
Wilson Van Dusen was able to deal with individuals suffering from hallucinations, schizophrenia, alcoholism, brain damamge, and senility. He found he could communicate with the hallucinations his patients experienced, and discovered that some patients were embarassed by what they heard or saw. On other instances, the hallucinations were reluctant to interact with Van Dusen, seemingly frightened of him. Once reassuring the patient and the hallucination, he attempted to establish a relationship with both his patient and the hallucination.
Van Dusen advised his patients to give a description of what the voices answered or what was seen, treating the hallucinations as reality because that was what they were to the patient.
His findings, word for word from Real Ghosts, Restless Spirits, And Haunted Places:
'On numerous occasions, Van Dusen found that he was engaged in conversations with hallucinations and that the dialogue was far above the patients level of comprehension. He found this to be especially true when he contracted the higher orders of hallucinations, which he discovered to contain and exist in a symbolical depth beyond the patients normal understanding. The psychologist also learned that in most cases the hallucinations had come upon the patients very suddenly. A consistent finding was that the patients believed that they had somehow established contact with another world, dimension, or order of beings.
Van Dusen soon learned that all of his patients objected to the term hallucination. Each had coined his own term, such as the Other Order, the Eavesdroppers, and so forth. The voices the patients heard were completely audible and human languages and on occasion would assume the qualities of someone known to the patient in an attempt to deceive them. Such pranks and the shouting of vile and obscene messages and threats were the work of the lower order of entities.
Members of the lower order suggested lewd acts and encouraged the patient to indulge in them - then they would scold the patient for having even considered such thoughts. These beings sought to find a weak point of conscience and work on it interminably. According to Van Dusen, "They invade every nook and cranny of privacy, work on every weakness and credibility, claim awesome powers, lie, make promises, and then undermine the patients' will. They never have a personal identity, though they accept most names or identitiess given them." Van Dusen found the lower order consistently anti religious and some actively obstructed the patient's religious practices. Occasionally they would refer to themselves as demons and speak of hell.
The higher order of hallucinations stood in direct contrast to such demonic manifestations, but Van Dusen found that they made up only a fifth or less of the patient's experiences. The higher order respects the patient's freedom and does not work against his will. While the lower order prattles on endlessly, the higher order seldom speaks. Van Dusen also discovered that the higher order is much more likely to be symbolic, religious, supportive, genuinely instructive, and communicate directly with the inner feelings of the patient. In general the higher order is richer than the patient's normal experience.'
Van Dusen wondered whether the hallucinations of his patients were 'detached pieces of the unconscious,' as his colleagues would suggest, and that the phenomenon of spiritual possession 'might not simply be two ways of describing the same process. Are they really spirits or pieces of one's own unconscious?'
Van Dusen was quoted as saying: "Humans contend that we have free will, but in actuality, we could be freely poised between good and evil, and under the influence of cosmic forces most of us don't even believe exist. The decisions made by human beings, believing that they are exercising their free will may actually be resultant of other forces.
Dr. Wilson Van Dusen is a psychologist whose books include 'The Presence Of Other Worlds'(1994), 'Testimony To The Invisible: Essays on Swendenburg' (1995), and 'Beauty, Wonder, And The Mystical World(1999).
Dr. Wilson Van Dusen believed that the lives of human beings are dependent on a relationship with the hierarchy of spirits. As a psychologist in a state mental hospital, he set out to document his patient's hallucinations. Although he noted similarities between all the descriptions by his mental patients and the views of another scholar, Swedenburg's(1688-1772, an 18th Century intellectukal colossus and Renaissance man, who wrote 150 books in 17 sciences. Some described him as a Swedish mystic who claimed to have communication with Angels, Demons, and other inhabitants of the unseen world), discussions of the relationships between humans and spirits.
Wilson Van Dusen was able to deal with individuals suffering from hallucinations, schizophrenia, alcoholism, brain damamge, and senility. He found he could communicate with the hallucinations his patients experienced, and discovered that some patients were embarassed by what they heard or saw. On other instances, the hallucinations were reluctant to interact with Van Dusen, seemingly frightened of him. Once reassuring the patient and the hallucination, he attempted to establish a relationship with both his patient and the hallucination.
Van Dusen advised his patients to give a description of what the voices answered or what was seen, treating the hallucinations as reality because that was what they were to the patient.
His findings, word for word from Real Ghosts, Restless Spirits, And Haunted Places:
'On numerous occasions, Van Dusen found that he was engaged in conversations with hallucinations and that the dialogue was far above the patients level of comprehension. He found this to be especially true when he contracted the higher orders of hallucinations, which he discovered to contain and exist in a symbolical depth beyond the patients normal understanding. The psychologist also learned that in most cases the hallucinations had come upon the patients very suddenly. A consistent finding was that the patients believed that they had somehow established contact with another world, dimension, or order of beings.
Van Dusen soon learned that all of his patients objected to the term hallucination. Each had coined his own term, such as the Other Order, the Eavesdroppers, and so forth. The voices the patients heard were completely audible and human languages and on occasion would assume the qualities of someone known to the patient in an attempt to deceive them. Such pranks and the shouting of vile and obscene messages and threats were the work of the lower order of entities.
Members of the lower order suggested lewd acts and encouraged the patient to indulge in them - then they would scold the patient for having even considered such thoughts. These beings sought to find a weak point of conscience and work on it interminably. According to Van Dusen, "They invade every nook and cranny of privacy, work on every weakness and credibility, claim awesome powers, lie, make promises, and then undermine the patients' will. They never have a personal identity, though they accept most names or identitiess given them." Van Dusen found the lower order consistently anti religious and some actively obstructed the patient's religious practices. Occasionally they would refer to themselves as demons and speak of hell.
The higher order of hallucinations stood in direct contrast to such demonic manifestations, but Van Dusen found that they made up only a fifth or less of the patient's experiences. The higher order respects the patient's freedom and does not work against his will. While the lower order prattles on endlessly, the higher order seldom speaks. Van Dusen also discovered that the higher order is much more likely to be symbolic, religious, supportive, genuinely instructive, and communicate directly with the inner feelings of the patient. In general the higher order is richer than the patient's normal experience.'
Van Dusen wondered whether the hallucinations of his patients were 'detached pieces of the unconscious,' as his colleagues would suggest, and that the phenomenon of spiritual possession 'might not simply be two ways of describing the same process. Are they really spirits or pieces of one's own unconscious?'
Van Dusen was quoted as saying: "Humans contend that we have free will, but in actuality, we could be freely poised between good and evil, and under the influence of cosmic forces most of us don't even believe exist. The decisions made by human beings, believing that they are exercising their free will may actually be resultant of other forces.
Saturday 16 July 2011
The Face On The Tintype
This next story is taken from Real Ghosts, Restless Spirits And Haunted Places.
The Face On The Tintype
The personal experience of Richard Aeillo.
"The old barn on our property was built in June 1863, and it is still intact and as solid as a battleship. We had been installing some 4x4 posts in the barn to build stalls for our two Belgian mules. Now, the holes that we dug for these posts had to be deep, because the mules they would contain are big and powerful. At the depth of about three feet, I spotted something shiny in one of the holes. All three of us working in the barn saw the object fall out of the post-hole digger when it dumped the dirt. I picked it up and looked at it in amazement. It was an old tintype portrait of a bearded man.
"When I sent an image of the tintype to Eastman Kodak for analysis, they said that judging by the color of the picture and the clothing style of the subject, the portrait would be dated around 1845-1860. Amazingly, the tintype had been under the earth for 140 plus years and the frame had not rusted away, nor had the image disintegrated.
"But here is the kicker: When we first moved into this house, we often saw the image of a man looking in our large (4x8) window. We still saw it when we had the lights on bright and really lit up the room. The image was so detailed that sometimes I thought I was seeing my own reflection.
"The image on that old tintype is the same man that we would see looking at us. And here is another eerie thing to contemplate: When we first unearthed the old tintype, its emulsion covering was clear. Now it has started to fog over and there is another image superimposed on the picture over the man's left shoulder. You can see the glint in its eye and the mustache too. And it appears that other images are beginning to form."
Join Me In The Crawl Space
From the files of the "Ghost to Ghost" website. (http://www.ghosttoghost.com>)
The personal experience of anonymous: "One day I was working with a friend in a brand new home in Ogden, Utah. We were doing the heating and air conditioning. My friend was checking the furnace and discovered it had a bad transformer, so he left to go get a new one.
"While he was gone I continued installing the duct work. I got an eerie feeling and looked over my shoulder and saw an old woman standing at the base of the stairs. I figured she was the homeowner. I said 'hi' and asked her if she needed anything. She just shook her head 'no' and smiled. I went about my business.
"Then I felt the same eerie feeling. I looked over my shoulder and there she was, about five feet from me. I got off my ladder and said: 'Can I help you?' She smiled and , once again, shook her head 'no.'
"Just then I heard my partner pulling around the house. I turned to see where the woman was and she was already by the base of the stairs, about 50 feet away. I said: 'Are you sure you don't need anything?' She just looked at me and motioned with her finger for me to come with her. Of course, I said, 'no way!'
"Then I heard my friend enter the home on the first floor. The old woman again motioned for me to follow her. She was backing toward a crawl space just under the stairs.
"I took my eyes off her for a second to try and figure out where my friend was and when I looked back, I saw the most horrifying old woman motioning to me with a bony, leathery finger. This time she said, 'Get over here!'
"I watched her disappear into the crawl space. That was it. I got out of there fast. Finally my friend joined me and I told the him the story. He just laughed and told me to stay outside if it would make me feel better. And that's exactly what I did.
"I did some research on that area, and learned that most of the land had been used as a Native American tribal burial ground. To this day I haven't returned to that site!"
An Encounter with a Hugging Ghost
Real Ghosts, Restless Spirits And Haunted Places
Brad Steiger
Darnell and her husband ran a small construction business and had been contracted to do a job in an older section of a nearby town. The house was built in the early part of the 1900s, and they were to gut totally the inside of the home and hang new drywall, put in new flooring and paint, as so forth.
The Personal Experience of Darnell: "One day I was in the kitchen, nailing down the plywood flooring. My children were with me and were busy playing in the yard by the back door and inside on the first floor - all of them nearby so I knew what they were up to. I was working at a steady pace, on my hands and knees working my way backward toward the stairs leading to the second floor off the back of the kitchen. I was tired and had stopped for a moment to catch my breath.
"I straightened up at the base of the stairs, still on my knees. I was suddenly hugged from behind by a small child. It was such a loving hug that I turned around to give whichever of my children had given me this wonderful feeling a hug in return. There was no one there.
"I immediately got a cold, eerie feeling and jumped to my feet. I called out to the kids. They were in my pickup truck parked a few feet from the back door, coloring in their coloring books.
"I packed up my things and left. I told my husband what had happened and the reason that I did not finish my work. He was astonished. He then told me that in the 1930s, a small boy had been playing with his brother, who was emotionally disturbed, and had been accidentally pushed down the stairs and had died.
"When we returned the next day, the owner accused us of going upstairs in the bedrooms and unrolling rolls of wallpaper and pulling down the window shades and generally making a mess. While we worked in the days that followed, we could hear feet running back and forth upstairs. Tools were missing, and the owner kept accusing us of going upstairs where their personal belongings were and messing them up. We never went upstairs at all. We were told not to. We did not invade their personal space.
"We finally left the job unfinished because of these strange happenings. I could not seem to stay in the kitchen. I would get goose flesh and feel strange sensations of happiness, loneliness, and love."
The Face On The Tintype
The personal experience of Richard Aeillo.
"The old barn on our property was built in June 1863, and it is still intact and as solid as a battleship. We had been installing some 4x4 posts in the barn to build stalls for our two Belgian mules. Now, the holes that we dug for these posts had to be deep, because the mules they would contain are big and powerful. At the depth of about three feet, I spotted something shiny in one of the holes. All three of us working in the barn saw the object fall out of the post-hole digger when it dumped the dirt. I picked it up and looked at it in amazement. It was an old tintype portrait of a bearded man.
"When I sent an image of the tintype to Eastman Kodak for analysis, they said that judging by the color of the picture and the clothing style of the subject, the portrait would be dated around 1845-1860. Amazingly, the tintype had been under the earth for 140 plus years and the frame had not rusted away, nor had the image disintegrated.
"But here is the kicker: When we first moved into this house, we often saw the image of a man looking in our large (4x8) window. We still saw it when we had the lights on bright and really lit up the room. The image was so detailed that sometimes I thought I was seeing my own reflection.
"The image on that old tintype is the same man that we would see looking at us. And here is another eerie thing to contemplate: When we first unearthed the old tintype, its emulsion covering was clear. Now it has started to fog over and there is another image superimposed on the picture over the man's left shoulder. You can see the glint in its eye and the mustache too. And it appears that other images are beginning to form."
Join Me In The Crawl Space
From the files of the "Ghost to Ghost" website. (http://www.ghosttoghost.com>)
The personal experience of anonymous: "One day I was working with a friend in a brand new home in Ogden, Utah. We were doing the heating and air conditioning. My friend was checking the furnace and discovered it had a bad transformer, so he left to go get a new one.
"While he was gone I continued installing the duct work. I got an eerie feeling and looked over my shoulder and saw an old woman standing at the base of the stairs. I figured she was the homeowner. I said 'hi' and asked her if she needed anything. She just shook her head 'no' and smiled. I went about my business.
"Then I felt the same eerie feeling. I looked over my shoulder and there she was, about five feet from me. I got off my ladder and said: 'Can I help you?' She smiled and , once again, shook her head 'no.'
"Just then I heard my partner pulling around the house. I turned to see where the woman was and she was already by the base of the stairs, about 50 feet away. I said: 'Are you sure you don't need anything?' She just looked at me and motioned with her finger for me to come with her. Of course, I said, 'no way!'
"Then I heard my friend enter the home on the first floor. The old woman again motioned for me to follow her. She was backing toward a crawl space just under the stairs.
"I took my eyes off her for a second to try and figure out where my friend was and when I looked back, I saw the most horrifying old woman motioning to me with a bony, leathery finger. This time she said, 'Get over here!'
"I watched her disappear into the crawl space. That was it. I got out of there fast. Finally my friend joined me and I told the him the story. He just laughed and told me to stay outside if it would make me feel better. And that's exactly what I did.
"I did some research on that area, and learned that most of the land had been used as a Native American tribal burial ground. To this day I haven't returned to that site!"
An Encounter with a Hugging Ghost
Real Ghosts, Restless Spirits And Haunted Places
Brad Steiger
Darnell and her husband ran a small construction business and had been contracted to do a job in an older section of a nearby town. The house was built in the early part of the 1900s, and they were to gut totally the inside of the home and hang new drywall, put in new flooring and paint, as so forth.
The Personal Experience of Darnell: "One day I was in the kitchen, nailing down the plywood flooring. My children were with me and were busy playing in the yard by the back door and inside on the first floor - all of them nearby so I knew what they were up to. I was working at a steady pace, on my hands and knees working my way backward toward the stairs leading to the second floor off the back of the kitchen. I was tired and had stopped for a moment to catch my breath.
"I straightened up at the base of the stairs, still on my knees. I was suddenly hugged from behind by a small child. It was such a loving hug that I turned around to give whichever of my children had given me this wonderful feeling a hug in return. There was no one there.
"I immediately got a cold, eerie feeling and jumped to my feet. I called out to the kids. They were in my pickup truck parked a few feet from the back door, coloring in their coloring books.
"I packed up my things and left. I told my husband what had happened and the reason that I did not finish my work. He was astonished. He then told me that in the 1930s, a small boy had been playing with his brother, who was emotionally disturbed, and had been accidentally pushed down the stairs and had died.
"When we returned the next day, the owner accused us of going upstairs in the bedrooms and unrolling rolls of wallpaper and pulling down the window shades and generally making a mess. While we worked in the days that followed, we could hear feet running back and forth upstairs. Tools were missing, and the owner kept accusing us of going upstairs where their personal belongings were and messing them up. We never went upstairs at all. We were told not to. We did not invade their personal space.
"We finally left the job unfinished because of these strange happenings. I could not seem to stay in the kitchen. I would get goose flesh and feel strange sensations of happiness, loneliness, and love."
Sunday 10 July 2011
Ghosts That Return To Say Goodbye, And A Cautionary Warning.
GHOSTS THAT RETURNED TO BID FAREWELL
When my mother passed away in 1998, I was devastated. I was only 27 at the time and felt cheated of the many years we could have spent together. I wanted so badly for her to return just one last time so I could talk to her, make sure she was okay, and to assure myself that she was finally at peace. It did not happen, but there are instances when people are lucky enough to actually experience a loved one returning for one last goodbye.
These next excerpts are taken from a fascinating book titled: Real Ghosts, Restless Spirits, And Haunted Places, by Brad Steiger.
From the files of Professor Ian Currie
Professor Ian Currie, a former lecturer in anthropology and sociology at Guelph University in Ontario, and author of the book You Cannot Die. He shares the following case.
Early one morning, A United States servicemen stationed in Germany, showed up quite unexpectedly at his family home in a Detroit suburb. His mother, who was in the middle of preparing breakfast, was both startled and overjoyed, and set another plated for her son.
"Sorry Mom," he said, declining the meal with a gentle smile. "I can't stay for breakfast. I just wanted to say goodbye." The young soldier waved and walked out the door. His mother ran after him shouting at him to return and stay longer, but he had completely disappeared.
A few hours later, an officer appeared at their door to inform the family that their beloved son had been killed in a training accident 6,000 miles away in Germany. He had died half an hour before his mysterious visit.
In another case from Professor Currie's files, two friends became business partners and opened a Boston clothing store, but one later skipped town with all of their money. In spite of the partner's treachery, the business went on to prosper. Half a dozen or so years later, the owner of the clothing store was stunned when his old friend and former partner walked in the door. The prodigal partner waved aside all amenities and immediately got to the point of his visit. He said that he had come back to apologize for what he had done. The old friends embraced, and the partner that had been left with the store, forgave his old partner for stealing from him. The long-lost friend's face brightened at once.
"Thank you," he said, then quickly left the store. It was several days before the businessman learned that his ex-partner had died three hours before he walked into the store to ask forgiveness.
"Sorry For All The Trouble I've Caused You." (The personal experience of Brad Steiger)
Years ago, Brad Steiger appeared on a radio show in St. Catherines, Ontario. A young woman called in to relate an experience that proved to her that some part of us survives after death.
One night she was awakened by her brother standing at the foot of her bed. "I'm sorry, sis, for all the trouble I that I may have caused you. I love you," he told her.
The sound of someone speaking stirred the woman's husband from his sleep as well, but by the time he had truly awoken, the image of his brother-in-law had disappeared, and only the couple was left in their bedroom.
The woman insisted that she had seen her brother standing in their bedroom, and she described in detail what he had been wearing. She had particularly noticed that he had been wearing a plaid shirt that she had never before seen him wear. No sooner had she completed her description of the apparition when the telephone rang, and the woman was given the tragic news that her brother had been killed in an automobile accident. Later, when the couple visited the morgue to identify the body, both of them were startled to see the corpse attired in a plaid shirt just like the one that she had described.
A Cautionary Note.
This excerpt, taken word for word, is also taken from Brad Steiger.
There are shadow beings and spirit parasites that inhabit unseen areas at the edge of our material world who take delight in assuming control over humans, or even in entering and taking possession of a physical body. Caution must be taken even when one is led to believe that they are interacting with a departed family member or a dear friend. As I have emphasized repeatedly throughout this text, there are entities in the spiritual dimension that will masquerade as something or someone they are not. They do this for the sole purpose of deceiving us and wreaking havoc in our lives.
This next case could prove this point.
"Shouldn't Daddy Be Resting In Peace?" The personal experience of Cindy.
Cindy's father passed away in 1998. For the first three years after his death she believed to be having physical contact with her father - and seeing him at very close range.
He makes physical contact with me when I'm sleeping. When he enters my body, it feels like a blob of electrical energy has taken me over. It paralyzes me from my mouth to my toes, but not my brain. When I force myself to say: 'Daddy,' he immediately leaves my body.
When he enters my bedroom on other visits, I can feel the energy, it's as if someone is in my room. I work the midnight shift at my job, and I've had experiences there as well. They all involve my 'old man.' Sometimes, it is a little scary because he will just suddenly make an entrance. It still takes a little getting used to.
The experiences of Cindy seem to mostly happen while she is awake. She feels that he is merely checking up on her, to make sure everything is okay. But, she asks "Shouldn't my father be resting in peace by now?
This is Brad Steiger's comment on this story: I didn't wish to scare Cindy, but I advised her that her love of her father and her open-mindedness to the paranormal may have made her susceptible to the deceit of an astral masquerader who was taking pleasure in entering her body from time to time under the guise of being the spirit of her deceased father. Maintaining contact with the spiritual essence of a departed loved one is something quite different from permitting a non material spirit to possess one's material body. In this author's opinion, one should always resist the advances of any spirit being who attempts to occupy one's body - whether its alleged identity is known or unknown. Nor should a person ever allow a spirit entity to engage in acts of physical intimacy.
In this book, written by Brad Steiger, he offers a cleansing ritual I found rather interesting. People recite this ritual to rid dark spirits from their dwellings. So, here it is.
THE CLEANSING RITUAL
First, visualize yourself surrounded by violet light and ask that your sprite protector or guardian angel connect you to the highest vibration of your concept of God, the Great Mystery, or the Source Of All That Is. Visualize and feel the violet light moving over you in a wave of warmth. See and feel it touching every part of your body and spirit, and those of any others who are present. They say aloud to your spirit protector/guardian:
"Assist me in calling upon the highest of energies from the Great Mystery, the Source Of All That Is. Summon the law of harmony, for I (and those with me) have found myself (ourselves) in a dark place of shadows that resist the light. Permit the violet light of transformation and cleansing to move around and through this dwelling place. Allow this cleansing energy to purify and elevate all negative energies, all improper memories, all entities of evil purpose, all spirits who delight in wrongdoing, all lower vibrations that encourage impure desires. Allow the transforming energy to replace all darkness with light. Remove all chaotic energies and replace them with the purest of energies, the power of love, and the glory of all good and benevolent spirits. Bless us with the light, so that I (we) may go forth on this new day (night) of cleansing, rejuvenated with perfect physical and mental health, perfect joy, perfect illumination, and perfect wisdom. Amen and so let it be!"
When my mother passed away in 1998, I was devastated. I was only 27 at the time and felt cheated of the many years we could have spent together. I wanted so badly for her to return just one last time so I could talk to her, make sure she was okay, and to assure myself that she was finally at peace. It did not happen, but there are instances when people are lucky enough to actually experience a loved one returning for one last goodbye.
These next excerpts are taken from a fascinating book titled: Real Ghosts, Restless Spirits, And Haunted Places, by Brad Steiger.
From the files of Professor Ian Currie
Professor Ian Currie, a former lecturer in anthropology and sociology at Guelph University in Ontario, and author of the book You Cannot Die. He shares the following case.
Early one morning, A United States servicemen stationed in Germany, showed up quite unexpectedly at his family home in a Detroit suburb. His mother, who was in the middle of preparing breakfast, was both startled and overjoyed, and set another plated for her son.
"Sorry Mom," he said, declining the meal with a gentle smile. "I can't stay for breakfast. I just wanted to say goodbye." The young soldier waved and walked out the door. His mother ran after him shouting at him to return and stay longer, but he had completely disappeared.
A few hours later, an officer appeared at their door to inform the family that their beloved son had been killed in a training accident 6,000 miles away in Germany. He had died half an hour before his mysterious visit.
In another case from Professor Currie's files, two friends became business partners and opened a Boston clothing store, but one later skipped town with all of their money. In spite of the partner's treachery, the business went on to prosper. Half a dozen or so years later, the owner of the clothing store was stunned when his old friend and former partner walked in the door. The prodigal partner waved aside all amenities and immediately got to the point of his visit. He said that he had come back to apologize for what he had done. The old friends embraced, and the partner that had been left with the store, forgave his old partner for stealing from him. The long-lost friend's face brightened at once.
"Thank you," he said, then quickly left the store. It was several days before the businessman learned that his ex-partner had died three hours before he walked into the store to ask forgiveness.
"Sorry For All The Trouble I've Caused You." (The personal experience of Brad Steiger)
Years ago, Brad Steiger appeared on a radio show in St. Catherines, Ontario. A young woman called in to relate an experience that proved to her that some part of us survives after death.
One night she was awakened by her brother standing at the foot of her bed. "I'm sorry, sis, for all the trouble I that I may have caused you. I love you," he told her.
The sound of someone speaking stirred the woman's husband from his sleep as well, but by the time he had truly awoken, the image of his brother-in-law had disappeared, and only the couple was left in their bedroom.
The woman insisted that she had seen her brother standing in their bedroom, and she described in detail what he had been wearing. She had particularly noticed that he had been wearing a plaid shirt that she had never before seen him wear. No sooner had she completed her description of the apparition when the telephone rang, and the woman was given the tragic news that her brother had been killed in an automobile accident. Later, when the couple visited the morgue to identify the body, both of them were startled to see the corpse attired in a plaid shirt just like the one that she had described.
A Cautionary Note.
This excerpt, taken word for word, is also taken from Brad Steiger.
There are shadow beings and spirit parasites that inhabit unseen areas at the edge of our material world who take delight in assuming control over humans, or even in entering and taking possession of a physical body. Caution must be taken even when one is led to believe that they are interacting with a departed family member or a dear friend. As I have emphasized repeatedly throughout this text, there are entities in the spiritual dimension that will masquerade as something or someone they are not. They do this for the sole purpose of deceiving us and wreaking havoc in our lives.
This next case could prove this point.
"Shouldn't Daddy Be Resting In Peace?" The personal experience of Cindy.
Cindy's father passed away in 1998. For the first three years after his death she believed to be having physical contact with her father - and seeing him at very close range.
He makes physical contact with me when I'm sleeping. When he enters my body, it feels like a blob of electrical energy has taken me over. It paralyzes me from my mouth to my toes, but not my brain. When I force myself to say: 'Daddy,' he immediately leaves my body.
When he enters my bedroom on other visits, I can feel the energy, it's as if someone is in my room. I work the midnight shift at my job, and I've had experiences there as well. They all involve my 'old man.' Sometimes, it is a little scary because he will just suddenly make an entrance. It still takes a little getting used to.
The experiences of Cindy seem to mostly happen while she is awake. She feels that he is merely checking up on her, to make sure everything is okay. But, she asks "Shouldn't my father be resting in peace by now?
This is Brad Steiger's comment on this story: I didn't wish to scare Cindy, but I advised her that her love of her father and her open-mindedness to the paranormal may have made her susceptible to the deceit of an astral masquerader who was taking pleasure in entering her body from time to time under the guise of being the spirit of her deceased father. Maintaining contact with the spiritual essence of a departed loved one is something quite different from permitting a non material spirit to possess one's material body. In this author's opinion, one should always resist the advances of any spirit being who attempts to occupy one's body - whether its alleged identity is known or unknown. Nor should a person ever allow a spirit entity to engage in acts of physical intimacy.
In this book, written by Brad Steiger, he offers a cleansing ritual I found rather interesting. People recite this ritual to rid dark spirits from their dwellings. So, here it is.
THE CLEANSING RITUAL
First, visualize yourself surrounded by violet light and ask that your sprite protector or guardian angel connect you to the highest vibration of your concept of God, the Great Mystery, or the Source Of All That Is. Visualize and feel the violet light moving over you in a wave of warmth. See and feel it touching every part of your body and spirit, and those of any others who are present. They say aloud to your spirit protector/guardian:
"Assist me in calling upon the highest of energies from the Great Mystery, the Source Of All That Is. Summon the law of harmony, for I (and those with me) have found myself (ourselves) in a dark place of shadows that resist the light. Permit the violet light of transformation and cleansing to move around and through this dwelling place. Allow this cleansing energy to purify and elevate all negative energies, all improper memories, all entities of evil purpose, all spirits who delight in wrongdoing, all lower vibrations that encourage impure desires. Allow the transforming energy to replace all darkness with light. Remove all chaotic energies and replace them with the purest of energies, the power of love, and the glory of all good and benevolent spirits. Bless us with the light, so that I (we) may go forth on this new day (night) of cleansing, rejuvenated with perfect physical and mental health, perfect joy, perfect illumination, and perfect wisdom. Amen and so let it be!"
Friday 8 July 2011
Astral Projection/ Doppelgangers
This is an interesting topic for me. I've never really understood 'Astral Projection,' or 'Doppelgangers,' and I can only assume that it's because we never hear much about them. If you go to Wikipedia, it claims that Astral Projection is an interpretation of out-of-body experience that assumes the existence of an astral body that is seperate from the physical body and capable of traveling outside of it. Now a Doppelganger, which, if you'll excuse me because I continually mispell it, in the Merriam Webster dictionary is a ghostly counterpart of a living person. If you, my limited readers, have had any experience in this area, please feel free to comment.
Now here is a story that actually chilled me upon reading it. It involves astral projection, and if it is true, as the author stipulates, it is one of the most amazing stories I've ever heard.
This is a story I read from a book titled: 'Living With Ghosts,' by Prince Michael Of Greece. So here goes.
In the 1960's, a wealthy English woman dreamed every night of the same thing. In it she saw a house, a large and distinctive country mansion. She did not recognize it, and often wondered why she revisited this place in her dreams so frequently.
One day, while traveling through Scotland on a second honeymoon with her husband, she drove around a corner and was shocked to see the very house she had dreamed of for so long. Resolving to solve this mystery once and for all, she approached the house and rang the bell. A surely looking man, whom she took to be a caretaker, answered the bell and stood there, staring at her with horror.
She asked who lived in the house. Visibly shaken, the caretaker replied that it had been empty for many years. Then he said something that further disturbed her - "The owners did not care to share the house with the White Lady."
"So the house is haunted?" she asked.
"You should know," the caretaker replied, "you are the ghost."
We've all had dreams of flying, feeling the wind caress your face, that feeling of freedom. Sometimes you lose control of your flight and go so fast your stomach sinks like you're falling. Could this dream of flight actually be an out of the body experience? Astal Projection? Many have said that at some point in time, everybody experiences astral projection, and that at least a fraction of these 'flight' dreams are induced by this very phenomenon. What's your thoughts?
Now here is a story that actually chilled me upon reading it. It involves astral projection, and if it is true, as the author stipulates, it is one of the most amazing stories I've ever heard.
This is a story I read from a book titled: 'Living With Ghosts,' by Prince Michael Of Greece. So here goes.
In the 1960's, a wealthy English woman dreamed every night of the same thing. In it she saw a house, a large and distinctive country mansion. She did not recognize it, and often wondered why she revisited this place in her dreams so frequently.
One day, while traveling through Scotland on a second honeymoon with her husband, she drove around a corner and was shocked to see the very house she had dreamed of for so long. Resolving to solve this mystery once and for all, she approached the house and rang the bell. A surely looking man, whom she took to be a caretaker, answered the bell and stood there, staring at her with horror.
She asked who lived in the house. Visibly shaken, the caretaker replied that it had been empty for many years. Then he said something that further disturbed her - "The owners did not care to share the house with the White Lady."
"So the house is haunted?" she asked.
"You should know," the caretaker replied, "you are the ghost."
We've all had dreams of flying, feeling the wind caress your face, that feeling of freedom. Sometimes you lose control of your flight and go so fast your stomach sinks like you're falling. Could this dream of flight actually be an out of the body experience? Astal Projection? Many have said that at some point in time, everybody experiences astral projection, and that at least a fraction of these 'flight' dreams are induced by this very phenomenon. What's your thoughts?
Saturday 2 July 2011
What's on the other side?
We all fear death. If you've ever heard someone say otherwise, they're lying. We cling to religion, and subscribe, quite easily I might add, to the belief that there is something out there waiting for us when we are laid to rest. It is this fear that ignites our passion to search for answers so that we have a certain comfort as we reach our later stages in life. A belief in the other side allows us to make sense of our lives and not to view it as a complete and utter waste of time and energy.
I am by no means immune to this. I fit the criteria to a 'T.' So I am here to look for answers, and to hear your stories, to document them, and to make them known to everyone else looking for similar answers.
Countless sightings are widespread throughout the world, and throughout the centuries; people claiming to see the spirits of loved ones, and so-called victims of horrendous deaths. Every community, big or small, house many lores about apparitions, haunted houses, poltergeists, possession, demons, dopplegangers, and etc. All are very interesting, but are any of them true? Surely there must be some merit to the multitude of claims of the supernatural. How can millions of believers throughout the centuries be wrong?
I thrive on discussion and first hand accounts. I also thrive on research into several lores involving the supernatural world I would like to discuss with my audience on a regular basis so that I might get feedback from you - the eyewitnesses, or even those who wish to interject their personal opinions.
My only experience, as far as ghosts go, was at my father's place. He told me that his place was haunted and I was quick to dismiss his story. I didn't even ask him how he knew this to be true. I just figured he was full of crap, or just trying to scare me.
Well, one day, I happened to be at my father's place alone, while he was at work. I was watching television, and just relaxing, when all of a sudden, the taps came on full board. This gave me quite a start. I thought for a moment that my father had come home early, but when I got up to investigate, nobody was around, and the taps were still running. The hair on the back of my neck stood up and I was near paralyzed with fear. I think the way in which I felt glued to the floor was more frightening than the possibility I could have witnessed some ghost activity. At any rate, I got out quick, and that was that.
I know this is a fairly uneventful tale comparitively speaking to the countless others you've likely heard, or witnessed, but that's all I got.
Now, I got a few stories in which I've researched that you might find interesting. I was reading a book by Jo-Anne Christensen, titled: 'Ghost Stories of British Columbia,' and found some interesting, if not downright creepy accounts.
The first account I will share with you by Jo-Anne Christensen is called: 'A Soldier's Last Moments.'
Jo-Anne credits this first story by her own reading of a book called 'A Gathering Of Ghosts(1989),' by Robin Skelton and Jean Kozacari.
It goes into a story about a roadside apparition that has been seen since the second world war, just past Christie Point on Vancouver Island. The highway curves as you climb a small hill. On the left, about halfway up the hill, is a small pub.
She documents that for over fifty years, unsuspecting victims, driving at night on this stretch of road, suddenly witness this soldiers last moments. But not before slamming on their brakes and swerving around what they fear is a dog in the middle of the street. When they get out of their vehicle to inspect, they see a man in a long khaki army coat crawling slowly along on his hands and knees, long black hair hiding his face. He seems to be crawling towards the pub itself. Witnesses say that the soldier always appears to be in a great deal of pain. When anyone goes over to assist this unfortunate man, the soldier vanishes.
Skelton and Kozocari could only offer a few speculations. One, that he could have been beaten and was crawling to the pub for assistance, or had been so inebriated that he couldn't walk. They also figure that it he could have been a victim of a car accident.
This second tale also occurs on Vancouver Island, which by the way, still houses the most haunts in all of North America. I also found this story in 'Ghost Stories Of British Columbia,' by Jo-Anne Christensen. It is called 'The Chinese Hitchhiker.'
A Victoriea talk show host was searching for information on local ghost stories and shared this with his listeners. A woman was quick to call in with a chilling tale she experienced with her husband on a stretch of road between Victoria and Sooke, known as China Flats. Before the listener had finished the story, the station's switchboard lit up with calls from others who witnessed the same disturbing experience.
There are accounts of people driving the China Flats when out of nowhere a shadowy figure will jump out in front of their vehicle causing them to swerve and slam on their breaks. In all cases, when they go to investigate, they find nothing, while other drivers suddenly get the sense that something powerful and unseen has joined them in their vehicle. This feeling is so eerie that they are too afraid to turn around to inspect the back seat.
Nobody could explain this strange occurrence or begin to guess the origins until one long-term resident of the area shared this tale: He/she explained that in the early 1940's, there was a Chinese couple who actually farmed the land nearby, close to the road. The wife became very ill, and the husband went to find help by trying to hitchhike into town, hoping to return with a doctor. Nobody seemed to care enough to stop for the poor man, so in a desperate attempt to save his wife, he stepped out in front of a car, waving his arms, ensuring he would be seen and the motorist would stop. But, according to the text I read, the driver either didn't see him or was just not able to stop. The farmer was killed.
When the officers involved went to inform his wife of his demise back at the farm, they found that she had succumbed to her illness, and was also dead.
So, as Jo-Anne Christensen writes, perhaps her husband thinks she is still in need of a doctor and is still out there trying to find her help, or perhaps he is seeking revenge against the many motorists who refused to stop for him.
I am looking for stories to post on this blog and perhaps in a book later on, so if you have any accounts, send them to kdeline@hotmail.com., or comment below. I would greatly appreaciate it.
Every month or so, I would like to explore other areas of the supernatural, and will bring about a subject for which I and my readers can discuss freely.
I am by no means immune to this. I fit the criteria to a 'T.' So I am here to look for answers, and to hear your stories, to document them, and to make them known to everyone else looking for similar answers.
Countless sightings are widespread throughout the world, and throughout the centuries; people claiming to see the spirits of loved ones, and so-called victims of horrendous deaths. Every community, big or small, house many lores about apparitions, haunted houses, poltergeists, possession, demons, dopplegangers, and etc. All are very interesting, but are any of them true? Surely there must be some merit to the multitude of claims of the supernatural. How can millions of believers throughout the centuries be wrong?
I thrive on discussion and first hand accounts. I also thrive on research into several lores involving the supernatural world I would like to discuss with my audience on a regular basis so that I might get feedback from you - the eyewitnesses, or even those who wish to interject their personal opinions.
My only experience, as far as ghosts go, was at my father's place. He told me that his place was haunted and I was quick to dismiss his story. I didn't even ask him how he knew this to be true. I just figured he was full of crap, or just trying to scare me.
Well, one day, I happened to be at my father's place alone, while he was at work. I was watching television, and just relaxing, when all of a sudden, the taps came on full board. This gave me quite a start. I thought for a moment that my father had come home early, but when I got up to investigate, nobody was around, and the taps were still running. The hair on the back of my neck stood up and I was near paralyzed with fear. I think the way in which I felt glued to the floor was more frightening than the possibility I could have witnessed some ghost activity. At any rate, I got out quick, and that was that.
I know this is a fairly uneventful tale comparitively speaking to the countless others you've likely heard, or witnessed, but that's all I got.
Now, I got a few stories in which I've researched that you might find interesting. I was reading a book by Jo-Anne Christensen, titled: 'Ghost Stories of British Columbia,' and found some interesting, if not downright creepy accounts.
The first account I will share with you by Jo-Anne Christensen is called: 'A Soldier's Last Moments.'
Jo-Anne credits this first story by her own reading of a book called 'A Gathering Of Ghosts(1989),' by Robin Skelton and Jean Kozacari.
It goes into a story about a roadside apparition that has been seen since the second world war, just past Christie Point on Vancouver Island. The highway curves as you climb a small hill. On the left, about halfway up the hill, is a small pub.
She documents that for over fifty years, unsuspecting victims, driving at night on this stretch of road, suddenly witness this soldiers last moments. But not before slamming on their brakes and swerving around what they fear is a dog in the middle of the street. When they get out of their vehicle to inspect, they see a man in a long khaki army coat crawling slowly along on his hands and knees, long black hair hiding his face. He seems to be crawling towards the pub itself. Witnesses say that the soldier always appears to be in a great deal of pain. When anyone goes over to assist this unfortunate man, the soldier vanishes.
Skelton and Kozocari could only offer a few speculations. One, that he could have been beaten and was crawling to the pub for assistance, or had been so inebriated that he couldn't walk. They also figure that it he could have been a victim of a car accident.
This second tale also occurs on Vancouver Island, which by the way, still houses the most haunts in all of North America. I also found this story in 'Ghost Stories Of British Columbia,' by Jo-Anne Christensen. It is called 'The Chinese Hitchhiker.'
A Victoriea talk show host was searching for information on local ghost stories and shared this with his listeners. A woman was quick to call in with a chilling tale she experienced with her husband on a stretch of road between Victoria and Sooke, known as China Flats. Before the listener had finished the story, the station's switchboard lit up with calls from others who witnessed the same disturbing experience.
There are accounts of people driving the China Flats when out of nowhere a shadowy figure will jump out in front of their vehicle causing them to swerve and slam on their breaks. In all cases, when they go to investigate, they find nothing, while other drivers suddenly get the sense that something powerful and unseen has joined them in their vehicle. This feeling is so eerie that they are too afraid to turn around to inspect the back seat.
Nobody could explain this strange occurrence or begin to guess the origins until one long-term resident of the area shared this tale: He/she explained that in the early 1940's, there was a Chinese couple who actually farmed the land nearby, close to the road. The wife became very ill, and the husband went to find help by trying to hitchhike into town, hoping to return with a doctor. Nobody seemed to care enough to stop for the poor man, so in a desperate attempt to save his wife, he stepped out in front of a car, waving his arms, ensuring he would be seen and the motorist would stop. But, according to the text I read, the driver either didn't see him or was just not able to stop. The farmer was killed.
When the officers involved went to inform his wife of his demise back at the farm, they found that she had succumbed to her illness, and was also dead.
So, as Jo-Anne Christensen writes, perhaps her husband thinks she is still in need of a doctor and is still out there trying to find her help, or perhaps he is seeking revenge against the many motorists who refused to stop for him.
I am looking for stories to post on this blog and perhaps in a book later on, so if you have any accounts, send them to kdeline@hotmail.com., or comment below. I would greatly appreaciate it.
Every month or so, I would like to explore other areas of the supernatural, and will bring about a subject for which I and my readers can discuss freely.
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