...sitting here in the candlelight...
...naked and eager... or perhaps it is...
...sitting here in the candlelight...
...eagerly naked; I like that scenario better the more I think about it and so does "Little Evil_Bob."
Moo-ha-ha-haaaa

Evil_Bob

Ok, I've got a few.

My husband's door in his college dorm developed a face in the woodgrain one night. We had not noticed it before and it stood out so much that when I said, "Look at that" and pointed, I didn't have to explain what I was pointing at. We left the room for several days after that.

I was visiting my parents once, and all of a sudden, I heard "Psst." It was a male voice and it was VERY loud for a whisper. I was the only one in the room. I was a little freaked out, but I wasn't about to open my eyes, so I decided that I would roll over in the other direction and pretend nothing had happened. That's when it hit me on the ear. Now, I was laying in bed, nothing was at the ceiling or anywhere above me, so nothing could fall, and I was alone. Yet I was thumped on the ear, as if someone was standing right there. Whatever they wanted, they must have needed to tell me very badly, but I didn't stick around long enough to give them the chance.

One night I had a waking vision. I don't know how to describe it, and the skeptic in me chalks it up as nothing more than being tired, but being in a philosopical mood. Now here's where it gets murky, so feel free to disbelieve. I just *knew* that this was the Egyptian god Sekhmet. I can still recall her face very vividly, and though non-believers won't buy it, my own imagination didn't conjure that image. She did not look like the Egyptian depictions. This creature told me one word. "Destruction." Now, I already knew a bit about Sekhmet. She was half lion/half woman. She was sent by Ra to destroy mankind. She loved the carnage, and she could not be satisfied by it. After killing many people and being tricked into getting drunk, she crawled off into the desert. She realized what she had done, and she remained alone. During her solitude, she learned of the healing plants of the desert, and became known as the healer goddess. The message of her story is that destruction occurs so that healing and rebuilding can begin. Well, one morning, several years later, I awoke and looked at the alarm clock. It read 8:04. I immediately thought of this vision I had. It puzzled me, because there was nothing going on in my life that I could apply it to. It was a bright, beautiful day, I was pregnant with my second child- what could this mean? I went about my morning routine, and I got a call from my husband telling me not to worry. I asked him why I would worry. He told me to turn on the news and that his business was on lockdown. Uh-oh. I knew this couldn't be good. I turned on the news. Yeah, you guessed the date. 9/11. And my revisitation with the goddess? 1 minute after the first plane hit if you adjust for the time difference. I still haven't learned the lesson given to me, because I still can't fathom what sort of rebuilding could be worth the destruction of that day.

I have a few billion more stories. My past life with my husband. The ghost that lives in my house. A REALLY tough officer I knew who was scared by a ghost. I'll leave you with a funny one.

My father-in-law was a strong man. He looked like a Hell's Angel's biker, but acted NOTHING like that. And when he was around my mother-in-law, she ruled the house. Now, the only thing he was adamant about around the house was that he would not shave his beard, and you should consider yourself lucky if he put the toilet lid down for you. lol A few years ago he died. On my last visit to her house, she told me that he's still there (he died in the house surrounded by family- I hope I am as lucky). She will walk into her bathroom and the lid will be up. First of all, she's a woman. She doesn't stand to pee. lol Second, the only reason she would have to lift the lid is that she is cleaning it. Third, she very rarely uses that bathroom since she has moved out of that room since he died. So it's pretty rare for her to ever lift that lid. Yet the way she made it sound, it is NOT rare for the lid to be up when she walks past it. So either her toilet lid is learning to defy gravity or we are going to have to pee in the afterlife too. ROLF!!

LOL! She's actually the tame one of all my stories. Every once in a while I can just feel her near. My hubby is a big old scardey cat, and he won't go upstairs by himself unless he has the tv on. He admits it's because he's scared. My ghost isn't threatening, but occasionally she slides up close and the hairs on the back of my neck go up. All I have to say is, "I want to go to sleep now" or "Please leave me alone" and she's gone. Again, the skeptic in me says that I don't want to be alone and this calms my fears. Maybe, but it works. The most we've ever gotten out of her is some pretty quiet noises. I think she's just checking on her house and she must like what we're doing, because she leaves us alone most of the time.

Don't tease me with England. I soooooo long to be there. We've got a few of those stories too from our visits there. I'll share them tommorow, and if I can get my scanner working, I'll post some odd ghosty pics too. :D

I, I got to get outta here. Is he watching me?!?

deorre
'Life Stew, With Psychosis

Well crap. The photos aren't going to happen. I have one at Avesbury, taken of a church. The clock face is lit up bright orange in the pic. In real life, it was not illuminated. I thought it might be the sun bouncing off of it. But it was a cloudy, rainy day, and you can see thick clouds in the picture. In other words, there wasn't enough sun to bounce off anything. I also have a whole bunch of pics of the Tower of London. There are orbs covering the outside. Again, I tried to chalk it up to other reasons, but I haven't come up with a good explanation yet.

Also in London, we had to do the standard Jack the Ripper tour. It was kind of pathetic as far as tours go, but it stopped in the Ten Bells pub. My hubby went to the bathroom and came back a little bit later. He told me, "You'll never believe what happened in the bathroom." Apparently, a ghost prostitute was trying to solicit a little business from him. LMAO!!!