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Hello everyone! I just joined today & am kinda curious if I am what they call a sensitive. If I am then I’d like to excercise that ability & see where it takes me but if I’m not then I’ll be ok with that too. I would like to note that I am a Christian but I do KNOW that spirits exist & that evil exists.

When I was around 5 yrs. old, my mom was going through some tough spiritial times while going to church. I was in bed one night & woke up for no reason. No sound or touch or anything, just woke up. Looked over to my right & saw a dark black figure. The room was dark w/ only 1 window & hardly any light that I remember. The “thing” was darker that dark, I had no problem seeing it. I covered my head & looked back out & it was almost on top of me! I covered my head again prayed to Jesus, uncovered & it was gone. Never seen it again. The house wasn’t haunted. I lived there all my life & nothing ever happened there in the least. It was evil. I knew it even then, just the feel of its presence. I’ve oftened wondered why did it come to me? What for? Why not bother me again? But nothing. Maybe it was because of the name of Jesus. :-/ ??

Then about 5 yrs ago my sister-n-law & I was on a Christmas tour of homes. We were on a bus & wasn’t paying any attention to where in our town we were. Got out, & when I stepped across the doorway, WOW! It was kinda like 2 people having their heads down minding their own business when someone walks in & says HEY! My attention went directly to its presence & it knew I was there. All through the tour (& it was an old home. it was built for a previous mayor of our town) I kept expecting to see, hear or feel something. Never did. Not even a cold spot at the top of the stairs which is where my attention was drawn to the most. I was definently on alert. I asked the homeowner, which by the way I attended church with, (like I said, I wasn’t paying any attention where in town we were) “is your house haunted?” Her eyes got big & said “How’d you know?” I just said I could feel it. She said “well, it’s not anymore. We had it blessed & it’s gone.” I told her “No. It’s bound but not gone. It can’t do anything but it’s still here.” And I also felt that it was male. I have no idea why. Didn’t hear it or see it just know it. It wasn’t evil, but just a human spirit. When I stepped out on the porch the feeling left me. The feelings around me lightened up. I wasn’t scared at all just very aware. When we got back on the bus my sister-n-law turns to me & said “What happened to you in there? When we stepped inside you looked like you seen a ghost!” Ha! I said you won’t believe me. She said that she definently would & still does to this day when I talk about it. I told here that I didn’t “see” anything but felt it totally.

I have always been interested in paranormal stuff on tv as a child & still LOVE to watch series on it. I always asked God, “is all that stuff real? Or do I just want it to be real?”

I got my answer. I don’t really know if it came from God or not although I tend to believe so. I had no doubt when I left that house that it was all true. Someone was in that house. Even when I stepped outside I remembered thinking ‘you always wanted to know if it was real’ then I knew.

Anyways, I just want some opinions on my expirences. Is there a gift here that I need to excerise or was it a once in a lifetime thing that was just something weird that was expirenced? If a gift is present, how do I excerise it? Safely & properly. I know evil lurks at every corner & although I’m not scared to death of it, I am wise enough not to “tap into” it as well.

Thank You!
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Weird device behavior

I’ll keep the background on this short– A couple of months after I moved in to my home, I experienced a few disturbing occurances that I’m not entirely convinced were paranormal. My bed would shake, my fan would move, I had some very vivid dreams and once woke to what I was sure was my daughter standing in my room, only to watch whatever it was vanish. This sort of thing went on for a few months until I couldn’t get any sleep and screamed at it to stop, that whatever it was trying to communicate was not getting across and I needed sleep. At that point, all was quiet.

Until I got a Nook for christmas. This wonderful little device is amazing and I’ve not had one bit of problem with it anywhere I go–except my bedroom. I read a lot and tend to read until I fall asleep at night. The problems have mostly been things that I attributed to annoying technical glitches–I’d be reading and suddenly the page would disappear, pages would suddenly skip forward several steps, it would power cycle, etc. These things only happened when I was in my bedroom, but I had thought that it was just my poor luck that I’d be trying to relax and experience technical issues. Until last night, that is.

In case you’re unfamiliar with ereader functionality, if you touch the screen once, a special menu pops up. I was trying to read, my fingers far removed from the screen, and the menu kept popping up and then disappearing on me. It happened so many times off and on that I moved away from it and asked (I don’t know why) “are you doing that on purpose?” It didn’t happen again until about a minute later when I said, “if you’re doing that on purpose, do it again.” The menu popped up. I was at a loss as to what to say for quite some time and nothing happened, but at this point, I was a little excited. I finally asked, “do I know you?” Nothing happened. I said, “if I know you, do that twice.” It popped up once and the word “the” on the screen was highlighted. It kept highlighting and unhighlighting the word “the,” but I didn’t know what to say, got frustrated with it and said I needed to go to sleep. Nothing more happened. If it happens again, I plan to record it on video, but am not altogether comfortable with inviting communication in my bedroom.

Thoughts, anyone?
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A Visit from Mom

A Visit From Mom
Jules V Ness
I woke with such a start that my body had automatically bolted itself into an upright position. For some reason, unknown to me, I had an overwhelming feeling that I was being observed. Even though my eyes were still blurry from sleep and not quite cooperating, I frantically searched the immediate area surrounding my bed. I felt a sudden stab in my gut as I realized someone truly was there, standing at the very foot of my bed. I flung my hand out sideways in the darkness towards my bedside table. I was desperately searching for my eyeglasses that I had left lying there just a few hours earlier. Without them or my contact lenses, what I thought I was visualizing as a person could easily have been my bathrobe dangling innocently from the six foot tall post at the end of my bed.

As I searched blindly in the dark, I felt them for just an instant, barely brushing them with my fingertips. The force was just enough to send them whirling off of the night stand and spinning across the wooden floor. So much for that, my only choice now was to squint like a mole and try to make out whom, if anyone was truly there.

Concentrating to focus, I was able to make out the figure; it appeared to be a woman. She was wearing a brightly flowered dress with a brown tattered work coat over it. It reminded me of the ones we used to wear on our family farm during my childhood years. The woman was staring at me in an odd sort of a way. Her head was slightly quirked to one side. My heart was pounding so hard in my chest that I could hear the echo of each beat inside of my head. But then, even in my half blind state, I began to notice the warm soft smile on the woman’s face. I squinted a little harder. She seemed vaguely familiar to me. My brain shifted into overdrive racing through all my past and present trying to sort out a name that I could place with this face. Suddenly, I realized who was standing there! Oh my God, it was my mother!

I had not recognized her in those first waking moments, only because she no longer looked pale and ravished as she had the last time I saw her. She appeared quite youthful, vibrant and full of love; exactly as she had been before the cancer had attacked her young body at twenty eight years of age. Mom died twenty two years ago slowly and painfully, one pound at a time. She was thirty years old, the exact age that I am now.

This truly happened to me. I was in a horrible place in my life and I believe my mother decided to intervene. She changed my whole life, it affected me so much that I actually wrote a book about it; Intertwined Based on a True Story, if you would like to read a couple of chapters , check it out on Amazon. Our loved ones never truly leave our sides. Jules V Ness

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