I have had numerous conversations these last couple of months on paranormal activity with members and non members alike. It has been like that old saying of “ask 100 people a question and you will get 100 different answers”. Some people say there is no such thing, it’s the result of too vivid of an imagination (Who me?? Never!), too much time on my hands (snort), work of the devil, I must be doing something spiritually wrong to have those kind of experiences, I read too much, I watch too much TV, I need to have an exorcism and so on and so on. I have been told to read my scriptures more, say my prayers more, confess to my Bishop more (of what I’m not sure, although probably from watching too many of Kim’s YouTube videos hehe)), etc.
I have had paranormal experiences since I have been a very young girl. mostly good ones, a couple of very evil ones, mostly I feel are my ancestors, some are just “hanging around”. But for the most part I have felt like a “freak of nature” for lack of a better term. This past weekend I unexpectedly went home for a family funeral. One of my brothers picked me up from the city where I landed and then we drove another few hours out to where we were going. Out of the blue I decided to ask him if he had ever had these kind of experiences. I knew from a conversation of a couple of decades ago that he had had one and it had been the purest kind of evil (how’s that for an oxymoron) but then I moved to BC and we never spoke of it again.
Well much to my surprise he has. We spent the next couple of hours talking about it. A few days later I am spending the day with 2 of my other brothers and lo and behold one of them has at well, but only at the cabin which he now owns that my father had built many many years ago. In fact he even had a couple of pictures showing “ghostly hands” holding a rod of some sort. Both the hands and the rod in the hands are a very vivid white almost neon fluorescent. He really feels it is my dad being there. When I went back into the city to wait for my flight I happen to show my brother (the one that had picked me up earlier that week) and he thought it might have been a shovel, I thought it might have been a piece of driftwood as my dad used to collect them and I remember him having a couple of that size and shape in the cabin. When I showed Kim the pictures today he said it looked like a cane and did my dad ever have one. Through our conversation it came out that instead of a cane it could very well be a walking stick that he had made which Kim inherited when he died. These pictures were very very recently taken. Odd that the pictures are taken so near the time that I have the feeling to ask my brothers about this kind of activity.
I just finished reading the book “When Ghosts Speak” that I found VERY interesting. A lot of what the author says I already knew or had/have experienced but there were a couple of points that made me think hmmmm. She had a couple of pages of pictures and when I looked at them the hairs on my arms and back of my neck stood up. I don’t know how many pictures like those I have thrown away over the years thinking that the photo developers had screwed up or I had something on my lens etc.
What my question is, what do you think of paranormal activity? Does it exist? If you feel they do, do you think they are from people that died but for whatever reason never crossed through the light or do you think they are spirits that never gained a body? Do you think that once someone has died does that spirit now have the capability to go back and forth? What do you base your answers on?
Inquiring minds want to know.