Spirit Encounters - Stories of the Supernatural

[sparklekaz]

Hi everyone,

Most of those who come to this forum, come here to share with like-minded others. For fellowship, guidance and inspiration, we all need the support of others at some point on our spiritual journey. Whilst the reasons we are here will vary; ultimately we share the same goals. To educate, to be enlightened and to learn about the spiritual beliefs of others, as well as finding our own way.

Aside from sharing information about different spiritual practices. It is also interesting to talk about any direct spirit encounters we have experienced. I have had a strong belief since a young age, in the existence of spirit and a world beyond our own. My own first experience of spirit happened at a very young age. And I have to say scared me a lot. We lived in one of several flats, in what had been a old Victorian house which had been converted. I was barely 5 years old and my father was baby sitting myself and my two sisters while my mum worked nights as a nurse. I was a typical child, wanting drinks and attention the minute I was in bed. And had called my Dad up several times. He told me if I called again he wouldn't come. Anyway, long story short, you guessed it. I called out again. After about five mins the door to the bedroom opened, and in walked a man. Aside from the fact he was dressed in old dirty clothes, wore some kind of cap with what looked like a torch on it, it was clear it wasn't my Dad.

I rubbed my eyes, and he was still there. Staring at me. Slowly he started to walk towards me. I shoved my head under the pillow, praying I was dreaming with my eyes open. lol The back of my pajamas had ridden up and as I heard him stop by my bed, I felt this icy cold hand touch my exposed back. I screamed and the next thing I know my Dad is running up the stairs. I told him what happened, but he said I'd been dreaming. I knew I hadn't. Fifty years later, that memory is still vivid in my mind. It just couldn't have been a dream. Over time, I had a few more strange experiences. Not people as such. More voices. I saw a floating hand once, one finger pointing at me. That was really bizarre lol These things happened before I was ten. When I was ten, my Grandmother passed away very suddenly from a massive heart attack. she was 59 years old. When we were at the church the night before the funeral, I was sat with my family as a mass was held for her. This is a common thing in the Catholic faith. Towards the end of the service, I became aware the air grew really still. But I could hear what sounded like a rushing wind. And I heard her voice softly say. Never forget me, never forget me. And I never have.

Over the years I have had other experiences, but those are my earliest ones. I would love to hear your stories.

Love and light
Kaz

[mojomojo]

This account is not one of my earlier experiences, but quite definitely one, that had the most long lasting effect.
Back when we were teenagers, we experimented with a certain plant that grow in the wild, we would go riding motorcycles and go to the pub under the influence, it never inhibited what we did.
One night, I had ingested a few of these plants, my friend had, for some reason abstained.
We were calling on a third friend, which involved a fifteen minute walk, part of that walk was down a quite steep hill.
Cars lined both sides of that steep hill, as we walked, I under the influence, my friend absolutely sober, I saw myself inside one car, letting off the handbrake and laughing.
Straight away this car, slowly at first started rolling back, my friend jumped behind the car and held it.
I exclaimed to myself, "what the hell", and thought I`m out of here.
My friend standing there holding the car, thought,well I can not stand here all night, and had to let it go, wherein it rolled into the car behind, with a slight thud.
By this time, the owner had heard the noise and came running out, undecided on whether to tend to us or his car, obviously thinking we had tampered with his car.
He decided on the car, I will never forget the tormented, confusion on that mans face as his brain struggled to cope, as he tried the car door and found it locked, exclaiming he had definitely put the hand break on, and giving the gradient of the hill, it must have been.
We continued walking in silence, I had to say something, and said, " I did that", his reply made me worse, "I know you did", again we walked in silence, he never spoke of it ever again.

[gruntal]

For better or worse I don't seem to feel most of these things although I would like to think it isn't because I don't care about those around me. Only a few days ago at a meeting the girls did a short bout of " soul rescue" i.e. guiding the departed to accept their fate and go on with it. Feelings of guilt and remorse can make one think they don't belong anywhere or get confused where to go. Perceived family animosities do not help. One such soul needed extra encouragement. Well I guess - I could only over hear what the girls said they saw and take their word for it. Suddenly I did feel very good about myself and my congestive heart failure and extreme shyness lifted from me if only for a moment. It was as if some body had turned on the air conditioning and/or opened all the windows and pumped up the oxygen. Imagine my pleasant surprise when the girls all said: "that did it - he/she found the light and entered into it".

I said "even I felt that" but I think that utterance was lost on the group in the shuffle. I know now there is a shared feeling you get from altruism. It is an emotion that is learned but only when you have a certain mindset.