Comments on: Experiences

By: Zurelda1

Zurelda1 — Sun, 22 Jan 2012 02:13:46 +0000

Kay, you are not crazy…Perhaps whoever it was also had a child and was remembering rocking their child to sleep. If you are comfortable and see this happening again, you can attempt to interact respectfully with this person. Perhaps you share something in common.

By: kay

kay — Sat, 14 Jan 2012 23:36:11 +0000

i am a 50 year mother and grandmother,my parents passed away a year ago almost to the day..while babysitting my youngest grandson last night.as he sleeps with me when we awoke this morning at 5.30 i was holding him in my arms and his cradle was slowly rocking by itself to my left am i crazy or does that mean anything

By: deb

deb — Thu, 12 Jan 2012 05:04:27 +0000

i have a few pictures i would like to put on here can that be done?

By: deb

deb — Wed, 11 Jan 2012 22:41:03 +0000

i can see more than what is hidhlighted in this picture there are a lot more

By: Zurelda1

Zurelda1 — Fri, 30 Dec 2011 17:13:59 +0000

This blood stain was directly over the infusion site (where the insulin infusion line had been removed). I immediately told myself that sometimes there is a small amount of blood that seeps out when a shot is given, but not this quantity! I called the owner over and showed her the stain. I said, “I think that the residents probably thought that I had a fever because I was very warm” in a cold, unheated old farmhouse. (I had taken my heavy winter coat off when I sat down at the table.) The owner told me that the house was built during the Civil War and had been used as a “hospital” of sorts. Ok. In the previous 30 minutes to this realization, I had set my black bag with my medical necessities in the kitchen area, handles tied together, while I made my last visits to the first floor. I decided to continue to the 2nd floor, still not realizing that my blood sugar was low… Before I went up the staircase, I grabbed my black bag since I was feeling tired and weak, in general. A friend of the owner provided me with a voice recorder, so I carried with me for this part of my journey. As I got to the top of the staircase, the room to my right was dark, but I could feel a presence in there. I decided to go to the room to the left since the light had been left on for visitors. I had put my heavy winter coat back on and as I stood still in the middle of the room for about 5 seconds, I saw out of the corner of my left eye that my hood toggle had jumped on its own! I jumped a bit because I wasn’t prepared for that kind of interaction yet. I immediately apologized to the resident(s) and explained that I was unprepared for that. I began a conversation by introducing myself and explaining that I had once lived in an old farmhouse as a child and that this home reminded me of it. I then explained the purpose of my black bag and the reasons that I carried it with me. I was actively recording my conversations with the resident(s) and explained the purpose of the recorder to them. I turned around and noticed an older object that looked similar to a radio. I respectfully conversed about it for a couple of minutes and asked if it was indeed a radio? Unfortunately, I heard no audible responses, but I was ok with that. As I thanked the resident(s) for letting me visit their home, I turned and exited the room. I could feel the presence in the first bedroom getting incredible stronger; much stronger than when I came up the stairs. I felt that she, I think, wanted to talk or interact with me, but I was feeling incredibly tired -almost drained- and wondered if my blood sugar or the experience of visiting the environment was causing the feeling. So, I said to the resident in this room that I wasn’t sure what was happening to me, but I was extremely weak and unable to visit with “her” this time….I thanked the owner for allowing me to visit and of course, I thanked the residents for allowing me to visit with them, too. The owner walked with me to my vehicle, we said a cleansing prayer, and I began my drive home. I reached in my black bag to get a diet pepsi to drink on the way home. I drank some of the drink thinking “this tastes almost like a regular pepsi”, but continued to finish it anyway. I thought that perhaps my taste buds were as affected as I was because of the phenomena that I had experienced. When I reached home and unpacked my black bag, I was dumbfounded. The 2 diet pepsi’s that I purchased before leaving home were still in my bag. So, what had I had on the way home??? I ran out to my vehicle to get the drink container…it was indeed a regular pepsi! I called the owner and asked her if she had put anything in my black bag before I left? and she said, “No”. I said, “this is profound evidence to me that good does exist and that the term, ‘Ghost(s)’, isn’t necessarily warranted”. Please note that I am not saying that “evil” doesn’t exist, because I do believe that it does. However, in this particular case, the residents were treated with definite respect and they, in turn and in their way, treated me likewise. I have kept the bloodstained pocket of my jeans and the empty pepsi bottle because for me, they are visual proof that good does exist on the other side…Oh, and the recorder picked up someone scratching the smooth surface of my coat with their finger leaving a small, scratchy noise. Unfortunatley, the conversations were too inaudible for our ears. I do hope to return to at least thank them for “helping” me….

By: Zurelda1

Zurelda1 — Thu, 29 Dec 2011 23:20:45 +0000

@Steve To the 40 yr. old father and family looking for answers. I am not an expert period. However, I have explained to those who do not believe in life after death or God, etc. that energy never dies; rather, it changes form. Our bodies are earthly matter, but our soul or spirit is the energy that continues to exist after our bodies are spent. These are people like us, but they may not realize that they have passed on. Try to capture as many pictures, photos, or voice recordings without provoking- never push or provoke them because we don't know who they are or what can happen if we do. As long as they are not harming your family or scaring your kids, let them continue. You can respectfully set boundaries with them. For instance, if your child sees them and gets scared, ask them to not show themselves or bother you and your family. This is now your home. Keep looking, asking for assistance. Someone with more definite knowledge can help you better than I can.

By: Zurelda1

Zurelda1 — Thu, 29 Dec 2011 17:45:38 +0000

I have had a lot of paranormal experiences. I am not an expert. I know that I have a guardian angel who has saved my life at least 100X’s in this lifetime. I recently visited an older home known to have “residents”. Only the owner of the home knew that I was a Juvenile Diabetic. I carried a black bag with sugar pills, diet sodas, etc. in it. I have an Insulin Pump and had taken it off to prevent the battery drain experience. I didn’t realize it for at least 1.5 hours, but my blood sugar had been low and getting lower-I don’t have clear symptoms of low blood sugar. I visited several rooms on the first floor and was drawn into a room for an unknown reason. I was very respectful to the residents, told them who I was, and a little bit about myself. I could feel their presences around me. I asked a couple of respectful questions about their lives and interests to determine if we could connect and maybe converse about something. Nothing required. I sat down at a table because I could feel myself getting tired, but not sure why. I felt as if I was offered a seat since a chair had been pulled away from the table. Something made me look to the left and I saw a piano…I later learned that the room was called, the “music room/bakery”. Two similar hobbies that I have, too. I was feeling somewhat tired and time was passing quickly. I had eaten dinner 20 minutes before I visited, so I wasn’t thinking about Low Blood Sugar. The owner had offered me a bottle of water, coffee, etc, because she was concerned that I was ok. I knew that she really didn’t understand Diabetes and Low Blood Sugar at all. There were other “visitors” like myself walking around the home, but no one had knowledge of my Diabetes. I asked the owner where the bathroom was located, and headed in that direction. I felt a wet spot on my left side, so I looked and found a blood stain about 4″ by 3″ on my jeans…. More later because I have to eat and travel somewhere.

By: adriya

adriya — Fri, 09 Dec 2011 16:42:53 +0000

@david hoffman…….. lets assume that what u r saying is true……. even i believe in big foot and other creatures but since u…… i have just one question for u…… where did those slave come from in the beginning of the story……

By: adriya

adriya — Fri, 09 Dec 2011 16:14:53 +0000

i think they can…… recently i started having really bad dreams, i see a lot of violence in my dreams…. and the most scary part is that when i suddenly wake up from my dreams i see a black shadow in front of me staring at me… i cant explain in words how it felt… but its very scary… i started feeling like someone is always there with me
its not the first time m having this problem… since my childhood i always knew that someone is there with me all the time… but m not sure what to do… i went for doctors…. but it became worse… they suggested me sleeping pills… now the problem with that is… i cant wake up even if i want to….. i have to complete the whole dream…. my health is suffering because of all this….. plz help me….. i dont know what to do….

By: judy McDaniel

judy McDaniel — Tue, 06 Dec 2011 06:38:18 +0000

There is no need to fear your spirit. Do a history check on your home to find out the earler owners. You are working on her house and that brings the spirits out. But if you talk to her in a way say ” I hope you like how we are restoring your home” you shouldn’t have any problems. You should ask the spirit to please not to walk around in front of grans momitor because it make the family uneasy and she would stop. I have had a lot of this kind of thing happen to me most of my life and they can be very helpful if you go along and not get mean. Thank you judy