Spooks and ghosts and weeping ladies...oh my! Pt 3

That's fascinating, Maccio, that you were dreaming of the places of your heritage! How wonderful to see it all in person, too! What language is that at the end of your post?

A wonderful dream! Thanks for sharing it.

I wish I could remember what channel it was on! I'm such a dope sometimes. I should have checked. Not SciFi but it was a satelite channel.

The first story I saw last night was about a woman who'd been killed in a car crash. Her spirit was caught on tape at the yard where her car was taken. You could see the shape of her moving through the yard. Very convincing footage. There were several stories and I will check to see what channel that was on.

I found the show. It was on the Biography channel.

That is a wonderful dream. I do believe in the connection between our ancestors and our lives continues...

My aunt just died about 1 year ago. She was 93. She left us a book (thank God) about her life...our history. She started the book back in 2000 so that is when I began to learn about my ancestry. I had not known anything about my family history until then and when I started hearing all the stories (finally attended a family reunion where I met my aunt) my "understanding"of myself went from back and white to full blown color!!Come to find out 1/2 my family died in the trail of tears BUT the amazing thing was my husband and I had just rented a 4 room house (oldest house on the registry in that area of TN) directly in the path of the trail of tears!! (It was a magical experience living there). I knew nothing of my family history before that year and a lot about it after the year was up. Our ancestry is Cherokee. Come to find out my husband is Cherokee and Choctaw.

I never thought your "history" really mattered but boy did it help me understand why I was soooo different than my 2 sisters. They are so "proper" and I am ...well... I love the woods, animals, nature...I have dreams and experiences and I ...believe in the impossible. I truly found peace within myself when I read the book my aunt left us. (thanks aunt Ola:))

The older one gets, the more one realizes how much you can get from your history. It's a wonderful feeling to be connected to so many extraodinary people.

Thanks for the info on that language, Maccio! I googled "Algonquin" and found some interesting history. Seems they were mostly in Canada and the New England states. And I learned that there is a city in Massachusetts named "Natick". OH, and I love your snow bunny!

You can read a lot about the Native Americans in South Eastern New England here at my tribes homepage: http://chappiquiddic.org
It lists a short history and helpful links, such as N.A. scholarships, languages, etc.


Aquene(Peace),
Moe/WautuckquesSochepo(SnowRabbit)
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Wunnegen Wuske Kodtumoo(Happy New Year)!

This message was edited Dec 31, 2008 1:59 PM

Wunnegen Wuske Kodtumoo to everyone, as well!

Yes, and please everyone have a SAFE one!

We're staying in.

Hi again everyone!
I have a little story to tell. You must make up your own minds about it. Me...well I'm still puzzling over it.

In the early hours of New Years Day there was a fire at a neighbours house. This house is in very close proximity of ours (only 2 doors away in a 4 house terrace).
We'd been kept awake until around 1.45am by fireworks and I was just drifting off to sleep after settling our small, very nervous dog down. She was asleep in our room on her own bed. Hubby was in the 'Land of Nod' when I heard a frantic banging on our front door. I sat up with a start and the banging stopped. Thinking it was revellers trying to wake us to go down and join their celebrations I turned on my bedside light and went to look out of the window. All was quiet and there was nobody in sight. Hubby and dog were still fast asleep.
As I sat on the edge of the bed, trying to get my head around what I'd just experienced something made me look toward the window. Through the curtains I could see a red, flickering that looked ominous. I jumped up again and opened the bedroom window to see flames coming from next door but one.
I woke hubby then grabbed my phone and rang the fire service.
Long story short...why had I been the only one to hear the banging? I wear hearing aids due to severe hearing problems but take them out at bedtime. Hubby's hearing is sharp and so is our little dog's. So why didn't she bark as she had at almost every firework during the evening. Why hadn't the banging woken hubby? I must just add that hubby does not drink alcohol. The only drink we'd touched was our bedtime cocoa, LOL
One other thing that puzzles me is, if it were someone trying to alert people to the fire, why had they only banged on our door and not on other peoples in the row of houses.
I know I heard someone banging frantically, but there was no-one around until the fire became noticeable and the fire engines alerted everyone with their sirens.
Thankfully no one was hurt in the blaze.

I'm still asking everyone in the neighbourhood if it they knew who had banged on our door. So far everyone has denied doing it.
What do you think?

Terri

Clearly you are tuned in to the otherside and have someone watching out for you and warned you.

I agree...and because you called the fire department you probably saved alot of further damage and harm to others!! Someone is looking out for those in your area as well!! Do you have an intercessor liviing around you? Or do you spend time in prayer...just a census question...

Wow, I'm glad you were alerted by who- or whatever it was, and that you had the presence of mind to grab the phone and call the fire dept!

Terri, you're very tuned in to your surroundings and it's because of this that you saved lives. Whomever/whatever it was, it was you who was chosen to be alerted.

I'm glad no one was hurt. Was the home destroyed or could anything be saved?

Thank you everyone for your replies. I am still puzzling over this in exactly the same way I always puzzle over the strange things that happen around me. Even after so many occurences I still ask, 'Why me? Why didn't anyone else see/hear/experience it?'

We now know the fire was started maliciously. It could have resulted in fatalities very easily. Obviously it is being investigated by the police.

Kwanjin, the damage is mainly cosmetic and in time can be repaired.
I am just happy that nobody was harmed (except for people being badly shaken. That will take a very long time to get over- if they ever do).

Scarediecat, I know that I am blessed with a wonderful 'guardian' who is always close to me.

Terri

Oh, my! Someone started it on purpose? I hope they're caught quickly. Thank your guardian. My question...Why NOT you? You seem a wonderful person who cares deeply about others. You seem the perfect choice.

Years ago I lived in Venezuela. One night I dreamt that I was running along a road and crossed a small stone footbridge whose stones were tumbling off the sides. As I ran, I was shouting, "Run, run! We're on the edge of a deathquake!" Now, you must understand that earthquakes to me (at that time) were just special effects I'd seen in movies. I didn't expect one ever to be part of my life, and they weren't something I ever thought about. A day or two after this dream, an earthquake hit Colombia to the west of Venezuela, and there were deaths.

I lived in Venezuela for ten years, and during those years--after the death of my husband--I experienced several strange things.

Prophetic dreams, I imagine, are frightening. I know being in an actual quake is bad enough but to dream of one? No thank you!

You've had other experiences?

At the time I had the dream I didn't think it was prophetic. However, when the "deathquake" hit Colombia, I began to wonder. It gave me a very strange feeling.

I had several experiences while in Venezuela, but I never had another prophetic dream. My last, sad experience occurred shortly after my return to the States about nine years later. I was talking with a dear friend when the weird thought, "Oh dear! What if he should die!?" popped into my head. As far as I knew, this man was in good health. But a week or two later he died of a heart attack. That random thought really shook me, especially when it came to pass. Thankfully, I've never had another experience since then, and it's been many years. I didn't enjoy any of the occurrences.

As time permits, I'll write about the other things that happened in Venezuela. One thing I really believe is that my dead husband's family and I were visited by his spirit. Until then I didn't believe in spirits; after that, I did.

Keep the stories coming. Perhaps someone who reads one of these can gain by it.

Oh, I'm glad you said, “keep em coming”...that gives me permission to tell another dream I had during that 7 year “dream” period...lol

My husband and I were stationed in Israel. This time everything at home was peaceful and my husband and I were enjoying the whole experience of serving the people there. One night, a few months before we were to come home I had a dream and it really bothered me so I knew something was up.

The dream: I was in my house - the one I grew up in - I walked outside and everything was very quite. A strange quite. I walked and walked. I started noticing that things were... destroyed. The more I looked around the more I saw destruction. The landscape was bare. I noticed the dirt was red (strange thing to make note of). As I go along the urgency became stronger and I began to run. I began thinking, “where are my sons”? I began to call out for my oldest son, Jason. But no matter where I went or how long and loud I called he wasn't there. Cars were along the side of the road burned out and crashed. Houses and buildings were burned and broken. I would ask people I saw - who were bewildered and dirty as if they had been in some kind of terrible accident but didn't understand what had happened - if they had seen a man that looked like this... (and I described my son). They would say no and I would continue. I simply couldn't find Jason so I began looking for my youngest son James. I quickly found him but he was wounded in the leg. I checked on him and treated his wound. When help arrived I went back to looking for Jason. I woke from the dream worried sick because I didn't know where Jason was. It was as if he had disappeared from the earth

A note: Jason is in a special unit in the Army. James works on helicopters - mostly for the Army.

When my husband and I left Israel we decided to live in Alabama beside our youngest son James and his wife and daughter. The dirt in Alabama - where we lived - is red! We had been living with them for about 3 weeks while we looked for a home to rent. Early one morning I got up and turned on the TV. There was a special broadcast about some planes crashing into some buildings in New York. I woke my husband and together we set and watched the unfolding of the the bombing of the World Trade Center on 9-11-2001.

Of course, very soon after that my oldest son Jason was sent off to places unknown by us. Because Jason was in a special unit in the Army it was even more hush hush than the normal units. I didn't know anything about where he went or when he would be home. It was a very long, exhausting year.

We hadn't decided to live with my youngest son until just before we arrived back in America. We felt we needed to live by them for awhile this time to make sure he wasn't hurt because we had lived by our oldest son before. So in this way, I was tending to his wounds. Later James did go to Afganistan to work on helicopters but he chose to go and there wasn't anything I could do to talk him out of it. I knew where he was and talked to him often.

Conclusion: Jason came home safe and sound after a year. He has gone back several times but has settled in Alaska now. James is now in Iraq working on helicopters. This will be his last tour there...hopefully!!

It's amazing how prophetic dreams can be. I'm glad your sons are safe. That was a scary dream.

Let me ask this of everyone. Does anyone dream of people you don't know and in color?

I used to dream of people I don't know on a regular basis - when I used to dream a lot. Not too often any more. I always dream in color. Some times I pay more attention to the colors than other times. In some of the dreams with people I don't know they are explaining things to me or showing me things. Usually they are interacting in some way.

What about you? Do you dream about people you don't know and if you do what are they usually doing in the dream?

I do dream of people I don't know and in color. It kind of freaks me out. I'll generally wake up. Sometimes the dreams aren't good - like someone is screaming - that really flips me out.

So you see the person screaming at you or do you just hear them and wake up?

Sometimes I hear someone scream and it wakes me up. Yes, I agree - that is very frightening...makes my heart pound and then I worry who could be in trouble.

I don't hear them just see them. It is freaky. It makes me wonder what my connection is to these people.

Wow, screaming people would freak me out! I hear stuff all the time as I wake. When I started these threads, I mentioned a gunshot I heard. It woke me so I wouldn't be late for an appointment. Can't I just wake up? Do I have to manufacture a sound to get the job done? LOL

I do that too. It's this "bang" - then you're like "What was that?"!

Yeah. What's up with that?

When I was in army basic training, I had trouble getting up, showered, dressed and making my bunk in time to be outside in formation on time. One night I decided I'd set my alarm for fifteen minutes earlier than everyone else. Every night, we took turns on 'fire guard' shifts, to make sure everyone stayed safe in the old WWII barracks. Right at the time I had set my watch-alarm to, the morning shift guard woke me up. I guess I didn't hear the alarm. She must have been cold (it was winter), because it looked like she had a blanket over her head, making her resemble a hooded monk. I couldn't make out her face, as her flashlight shone at me, so it was dark inside the hood. After she poked me, I woke up and nodded my thanks, climbed down from my top bunk, and headed for the shower. I made it to formation in plenty of time, stress free!

Later that day, I looked at the roster to see who had the last guard shift. I went over to her and thanked her for waking me up. The girl gave me a quizzical look. I asked, "Wasn't that you all wrapped up in the blanket at 0415 this morning? "Nope, I didn't wake anyone up this morning, and everyone else was sleeping."

Evidently, some old WWII soldier was looking out for me!

Love it!

Okay, that gave me a creepy feeling and a sense of calm. Weird.

I have NEVER had any contacts with any "ghostly" beings, or Spirits in my life.....
What I want to share with you is also something about dreams.

As a background--I was a refugee (after WW 2- from age 7 to 14) living in post-war Europe (Germany) and internalizing all the daily fears and desperations our Elders were under. It was a VERY frightening time for us as well--as no one told us what really was going on. We just absorbed things as we could "process" them in our young minds.

I "processed" these daily fears by living in my own Fantasy World.....in dreams of what a child might fantasize over....I "boxed up" all my feelings inside and became non-emotional about things, which has shaped my whole adult life.
I now understand that it was the way I dealt with all the pain and uncertainty in our lives....

One of the main issues was how we were all threatened and persecuted by the Soviets. They took out homes away--They took our lives away--They took all our childhoods away, as we lived the fears and tears modeled by our Parents. It was our "Norm"....

Anyway....I came to the USA in 1951 at age 14. Spoke NO English and, my MOM, being the only provider, was always overwhelmed and sad and never wanted to talk about anything....NEVER! She was always sad and depressed....I think she never got over being widowed at 33 and then having to make this HUGE decision to leave her Country of birth and flee--leaving everything she had behind. NOT having a man in the Family to help out was so detrimental.

OK! That is just a capsule FYI so I can share the following.

In the years following my emigration here, I used to always dream of being persecuted--chased--I was always trying to escape from "something".....I dreamt of running and fleeing and being chased by "someone".........Always trying to escape something.....(for obvious reasons...)
I would be running over hill and dale and through woods--running on trails I have never seen before--not knowing where they lead---nor that I had ever been on before.....

Now here is the weird part of my dreams.......And, I would have these same dreams over and over again....over YEARS!

Even though I had never been to these places, and trails before, that I was fleeing on, in subsequent same dreams, I would know exactly where i was going and running to--as I now knew the way to go and where it lead.

This has always intrigued me! Is there such a thing as a "dream-memory"--even if the dream was in a place I had never been to????? To me--this is almost Paranormal!

Gita

There are, indeed, what you call "dream memories". There are 2 classes of thinking about what these are. They could be racial memories or past life memories. Only you can decide which you are, or may be, having.

How very frightening it must have been for your mom to move to an unknown place with unknown people to raise a family. And how very frightening for you to be pulled from your home, as well.

Do you still have these dreams?

Thank you for sharing your stories everyone. They are both fascinating and intriguing.

MySharona, yes, I dream of strangers quite often. They are usually people that are known to me in my dreams (and are always in colour). Then I wake and remember their faces only to realise I've never actually met those people in this lifetime.

Ky, what a fantastic story! Someone obviously tuned in to your 'wavelength' and realised you hadn't heard your alarm. I'm intrigued by your story, but not at all surprised. There are so many things we don't completely understand.

Gitagal, your story made me realise how traumatic occupation and evacuation is for those concerned. Your Mother must have been so traumatised and at such a young age (younger than both my grown up children, and with a family to support and protect). I have only admiration for such people. It's terribly disorientating to find yourself in a strange country where nobody speaks the same language. I had a similar experience recently when I visited an Eastern European country and became lost (we were trying to find a friends house in the suburbs of a small town and it was one of the most frightening experiences I've ever had).
Relating to your story- I, too, had a traumatic childhood and built my own protective wall around myself. I sometimes dream of similar things (that 'trying to flee from something/someone that you mention is familiar) but I have never had the same dream twice. You're right, it is a kind of 'paranormal' feeling.

So many things we don't fully understand- perhaps one day we will??

Terri

Gitagal, I sure hope you have written down you life on paper so that your story will never be lost!! So that it can be passed on to your family so they will always know where they came from and what great sacrifices were paid in the past! What a world we live in...so sad - especially that children would have to suffer such needless traumas!

scarediecat, I second that! I was thinking EXACTLY the same thing! This story and stories like it should definitely be written down. Future generations won't believe these things happened without the stories being told directly by persons involved.
There will always be someone further down the line who will deny these things happened and who will try to convince others that it is a myth.

Terri

I agree completely with the others. Memories are lost if they aren't written down. There are some things I wish I knew about some of my relatives that has been lost forever.