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When i was reading in the True Ghost Tales site about the real "Emily Rose" Anneleise Michel i noticed her pre-possesion picture. It looks like her thyroid is swollen. Could that have been part of her problem? When you have thryroid problems it can seem that you are very mentally ill. Could the Priest have thought what he heard as dead languages from her demented babbeling or was she truely possessed. The movie is scary and sad. If nothing else she suffered indeed.
[House history: built 1920 as a men’s get-away cabin with Michigan basement, 2 bedroom, 1 bath; addition put on by the previous Owner who had a heart attack and died in the garage that has since been burned off.] Ok yesterday I felt like I was hit by a Mac truck and I had a most sad dream during my nap. I dreamt a female relative was so sad, because He, a male family member, died. The boys were wild as ever and they had a friend who was spending the night; which my husband approved while I was taking a nap having that dream. Then he left to run errands so I awoke alert, yet very achy and watched the boys and their friend the best I could alone in my condition. They were all upstairs in the TV room which is the room off the front entry of our tiny home. They wanted to play and I wanted desperately to go to bed at 10pm. I took some aspirin for my aching self and headed down to my bed in the basement which is under the kitchen. My husband came home at nearly 11pm. I told him of my agony and we went to sleep. We do not have carpeted floor, which works well since we have a 4 month old puppy now and my dogs (Labs) will not go into our basement, because the stairs are VERY narrow; at least I hope that is the reason anyway. The kitchen garbage can is a tall green, plastic one which the boys lost the lid to many years ago. I keep it under the kitchen sink which has no door, so I propped a metal folding chair in front of it to deter the puppy. It was about 2:35am when I heard what sounded like a crowbar or heavy metal object like the chair dropped over my head onto the kitchen floor. Immediately I thought, “Oh if the puppy knocked the chair and garbage down our 13 year old dog will scold her! I have to go upstairs.” So I listened, because I was in horrible pain thinking my husband would take care of the situation. He didn’t. I heard puppy’s running feet and our older dog’s feet, but they maybe made some sounds and ran in a circle and away. I thought, “I’ll deal with it later. It sounds like everything sounds is ok.” I was happily dozing when at 5:45am I heard a BANG! Louder than the first time, so I throw on my slippers and run up stairs, because I was SURE this time the puppy was up to trouble. NOTHING! There was nothing that had fallen no one was up not even the puppy. I was the only one in the house to hear the loud sound twice. And now it begins. This home usually does weird things from August rising intensely into November. Now I wonder if I will get a call or e-mail, because there is a looming sadness that is still here after my painful nap yesterday. And will I get an answer to my dream’s question, “Who has passed and why is She so sad?”
It can be so hard to get messages from the other side.
The other night i was trying to fall asleep and i heard a noise like crinkling of a potato chip bag. When i look above me i saw what looked like rippling whitish water about me. I closed my eyes and opened them to make sure it wasn't some fleeting image. Then i felt like something bad had happened probably to either my Grandpa or my husband's Grandma.
It turns out it was my Grandpa and he had a siezure almost biting through his tongue. He had never had seizures before. I pray he will be well, but i know he is in his 80's and time here is short for him.
I just wish the messages from beyond were a little more easier to understand. But that's what i get for living in a hot energy house.
I’ve only heard of the anime "Death Note," since I don’t have paid TV, but what I hear about is good.
The premise is a teen boy finds a book that you can write a name in and that person dies. He chooses evil people to kill with the book, but a Detective is on his trail because he is a murderer even if it is with a book.
I wonder if they address the fact that when you kill an evil person their evil stays on this plane and finds another host. Good and evil energy can NOT be destroyed.
It is like when you get an organ transplant and without knowing take on the cellular memories of the donor. If you get organs from say a Serial Killer you will have evil tendencies unless you can find an Energy Worker who can alter the cellular evil.
Has anyone seen "Death Note?" What do you like about it?
Do you know anyone who has received donor organs? How do they act? Are they different?
I realize we all have psychic/energy sensitivity to various degrees.
My sense is intense, maybe because i have no sense of smell and it is a heightening of the other senses that predispose me, i don't know?
But i started working a temp job in a laundry production facility. I deal with machines that fold blankets, towels, and hospital outfits. When i went there i sensed smoke; i taste it. It felt like there was a fire there or someone who died in a fire who used to work there was watching me. When i finally learned the machine i was using i took a look around and up far behind me in the corner there were Firemen outfits hanging over a rail of the upstairs area.
This job is stressful, because if you aren't fast enough the computer knows and it fires you for not meeting its expectations. I am thankful to be a temp. I have applied for another job working with the school system, but the nervous energy of the permanent employees and some other oppressive energy is making my required 90 day job unbearable. I need to endure it, i know. I need the money.
My question is how do you deal with psychically oppressive situations like this? Mediation only holds up for so long then the noisey machines, even though i wear ear plugs, sends me into a depression that feels oriented from the factory.
When i was a child growing up in the 1970s in Grand Haven, Mich there was a beautiful, mammoth tree guarded, old highway that stretched along the lakeshore leading to Holland a town we visited often.
I remember Loving that drive, but there was one spot that intrigued and scared me a bit. A little grave in a tiny nook to the east of the lakeshore highway. There was a large tree and space encircled by a small, poorly kept, wire fence hardly protecting it where odd fade fake flowers and whatnot hung. I wondered who the person was who resided under the little grave's space.
My parents told us it was the grave of a little Native Indian girl. Passing that spot is etched in my youthful wonderings. I wondered how she died, what games she played, if she would play with me if she returned from her leaf piled grave. I felt that she deserved respect for being left there alongside the road.
When my twin sis and i visited the area recently the once peaceful old lakeshore highway is crowded with huge homes, the dominate territorial trees are just clustered in sections. Nothing looks the same and we searched for the little grave in vain even asking a golf cart driving teen who had no idea about the little grave by the side of the road.
Some day i will go to the library in Grand Haven when i get a chance and see if i can find anything about that little girl i focused on so keenly when i was young.
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If there is anyone who knows anymore about the roadside grave in Grand Haven, Mich please let me know. TY.
The paranormal has been a part of my life since i was conceived. I did not chose this ability, but it is a part of who i am.
I do not dislike skepitcs, infact i enjoy someone testing me and my abilities. I really have nothing to prove, but what my reality is in the outermost regions of general reality.
There are things we can't explain and that is the joy of life all its mysteries and discoveries leading to more mysteries.
Others may think our fascination with the unknown silly or a waste of time, but that should just make us look more at ourselves and what we truly believe.
If you believe GREAT, if not then i want you to join me and i will show you things you wouldn't before believe.
I don't know what is causing the sound of dogs claws across my homes hardwood floors?
Yes i do have a 14 year old black lab, Coffee, who still runns about the house but the weird thing is that when she is lying infront of me i will still hear a dog pacing the floor. I am not the only one to hear them our neighbor was over and while he petted my ancient dog he heard loud dog claws on the kitchen floor near the basement steps. I was in the basement at that time and it sounded like Coffee was trying to get down the stairs, which are narrow and close together. She has NEVER gone down those stairs before and i thought maybe her dementia had finally set in. I hurried to the stairs to see nothing at the top of the stairs, Coffee maybe quick for her age, but NOT that quick!
I have been living in this home since 1995. I have many stories about this place and i feel it is definitly a portal of some sort, because the weird events are never the same either in feeling or activities.
Has anyone had a visit by a ghostly dog that is invisible?
Or maybe it is Coffee's Mom Tipsy, preparing her for Heaven?
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