Wednesday 26 February 2014
Thursday 30 October 2008
Return To The Creepy Canyon
Some 3 years ago I first visited the South Platte river canyon with Crystal, John and Gary, I thought this was the 3rd anniversary but having checked on this blog it was actually not it was on the 25th October 2005. There is an entry about it earlier in this blog.
The place has always had a special resonance with me and have always had good if odd feelings from the place. I am very attuned whenever I go to this canyon. It’s a strange place full of elementals and the like
As you can see this visit was during the afternoon and early evening and by the time we reached the South Platte hotel, a favourite spot of mine in the canyon it was well and truly dark. I've left the pictures untouched for now as you can see the orbs properly, please note that these pictures are taken out of a moving car, with the window wound down, so none of the orbs you can see are reflected from the glass of the window or windshield. As ever it had a temporal rift in it's make up where it took an hour to go ten minutes up the canyon. I would love to know why but it's an interesting anomaly. It was nice to go back, even though there were no signs of my guide, or come to that his cigarette stealing or even a feeling from him. Although I did feel we were observed in the canyon there was no visible signs, it was just a feeling
Sunday 13 April 2008
Lady In Red (Cross Posted From My Personal Diary)
However there was something that stood out, I was having a chat with my friend Paul (the gay one just to clarify as I have several friends called Paul in the Belle and other places) and he's not by his own words psychic, when it comes to ghosts and the like he's sceptical to say the least. We were sitting down outside in the smoking area and suddenly all the colour drained from his face. When I asked him what was wrong, he told me that there was a woman standing beside me in red, he couldn't make out any features but said she was about 5ft 5 inches (2 inches too short for the obvious candidate of Sue) and had her hand on my shoulder. Now I couldn't see her but yes I could vaguely pick up the feeling of her, it was like for want of a better word she was being nosey as to what I was doing. I couldn't get any sort of energy reading to indicate if I knew her or not, but I guess I must do if she had her hand on my shoulder. It's odd to say the least. I wonder who she was and why I didn't feel disturbed by her presence but most importantly why was it someone who has not had any psychic gift before now was chosen to see her whilst talking to me?
Sunday 16 March 2008
A True Ghost Story And It's Effects
Many years ago I was a young boy just started in secondary school and much like now I was a loner, happiest in my own or select company. I had a close female friend by the name of Sharon. Sharon and I were as close as brother and sister, we shared common interests, we were sat beside each other every day in class and we shared the same sort of silly humour for a good 5 months. Then disaster struck.
Over a weekend my young life got turned upside down. Sharon was out riding her horse, fell, broke her neck and died. I was devastated, all I had left of my friend was her writing on a pencil case. In my young grief I tried hard to remove it, but ink would just soak through and leave the text stand. Eventually though I decided the only way to remove her memory from my life was to dispose of the pencil case. BIG mistake, for several months her image haunted me sitting in front of me in my classes. It upset me no end as all she ever did was shake her head and disappear.
One night after school it had really got to me and I came home and went to bed early, hoping that when I woke up that I would never see her again, even though I missed her. I wanted her to have peace. I woke in the middle of the night to an apparition standing over me. It was her. She looked down at me and told me something that has stayed with me all these years and I have tried hard to remove it from my thoughts but subconsciously at least it has stayed with me from that day to this. It was something that I remembered whilst talking on the phone a few nights ago to Heather and I heard Sharon's voice say it once more. "You will never find love to settle down with John, you are destined to be single when your dying day comes and you will never have found true love" I've never seen her since. Though I can still see her face.
From that day until about August I threw myself into proving her wrong, even long after the memories of that day had stopped repeating on me on a regular basis. As a result I know I have made some bad decisions, but slowly I have put them right. Now I accept what she says is possibly the truth but the future has many pathways to lead me down and it depends on which route I take next what happens next. I am stepping into the world as a bachelor with no expectation of romance anymore from anyone. I am winning the fight to love myself and that is the only relationship that needs to be romantic from here on in. That may change when everything else I want to do is sorted out. I believe I already have all the people in my life that I need for a long and happy life and I accept that the part they want to play in my life is the one they are meant to. I might still flirt a little, that's a natural reaction but nothing will ever be done about it unless they choose it too and they have to make the first move.
Sunday 20 January 2008
Some Thoughts
Hello readers, I thought before this journal takes life it was time to write a little about my beliefs in the spirit world. This is one of many entries that will be made on various topics relating to the subject both before the journal takes life and probably afterwards.
First off yes I believe in the after life, I believe that the body has a spirit that can manifest itself both after it’s host body has died and also whilst it is still living. I believe that some of us can see them and some of us can’t. To clarify what I mean by seeing. I don’t necessarily mean visually seeing. I mean that our senses can feel them round us. Sometimes it can be that we can “see” these spirits however it is not the case always, we can hear them, feel them and often we can smell something we associate with them. One of my long term friends used to be able to tell when her grandfather’s spirit was in the room as she could smell his aftershave!
I also believe that there is far too much amateur rubbish going under the name of paranormal investigation or ghost hunting. I firmly believe that there should be some form of qualification in paranormal research before people become “professional” ghost hunters or paranormal investigators. People seem to think that goading a spirit, showing disrespect to the habitat of a spirit is going to make it show. Look at it from this perspective. If you were being encouraged to show would you like it if someone invaded your space and was rude and inconsiderate? No? Well don’t expect a ghost to show up after all they were in our form once upon a time.
Thirdly, why do so many people presume that ghosts have to be Christian? I am sure there are spirits of every religion that exists. So don’t insult them by asking them to come out in the name of Jesus. If you would like to meet a ghost why not say something like “Hi my name is ……… I would like to meet you, I mean you no harm. I have met a spirit who was American Indian on one of my American trips, and he openly admitted he wouldn’t have shown if I had asked him to come out in the name of Jesus.
Finally for this particular entry, I don’t believe in demons, in the Christian sense of the word anyway. I believe there are evil spirits yes, but they aren’t demons. Just as there are nice people in life, there are nice people in the spirit world therefore there have to be bad spirits as well as bad people.
