Spook Stories and Trucker Legends ...
 

Greetings

My Name Is SHawn C. Imlay ... I must warn you I can be very "tounge in Cheek " about my beliefs and usually if something I say offends anyone I was more than likely being flippant and humorus ... I try not to ever take myself too seriously ...
I'm Kinda New to the Board and so I am taking time to introduce myself here ...
I am a Man of Imense faith but not nessecarily religion, I respect all peoples beliefs and feelings on the matter and try to take them as gosphel from folks ...having face trials and tribulations of my own , and finding my own way to speak with God. Lost and alone It is within our own souls and beliefs we find our way home ...and I would not ever wish to deny anyone the right to do so ... . I am also a bit on the Creepy Side. I love the spooky stuff ...I am a Huge Halloween Fan and each year the our house becomes a Circus of the Macabre. We also are the creaters and proprioters of an Online store http://thehauntedmission.com fun spot ...were runnin a little dry for now but I remain persistant ,intrepid to the Last. I have over the years collected books on everything involving the Metaphysical from bigfoot to Aliens ... I love the subject but have never been "abducted" by eiither ...but I remain hopeful ...


My reason for my long winded explenation is some time ago with my buisness not of course making me instantly rich ... I decided I needed to go back to work ... I am 40 and it may be a midlife crisis or just some natural progression I am unsure ...but having a long history of love and admiration for the men and women who keep our nation moving the AMERICAN TRUCKER. I decided to become a member of this elite group and view my efforts as a goal of pride and destinction

My goal here ...and it was the MOST appropriate forum I could find for it is to begin a collection of Tales , Myths , and legends associated with the Long Highway
... a place of romance and myth and on many occasions the macabre ....

From older songs like Red Sovines "phantom 309 " to tales of Boggermen from the "Holler" from my Youthful summers in the Virginia mountains ... a little place called mountain falls Park near Winchester ... There is a Richness to stories told ...a memory deep within us all ... the campfire stories and Oral traditions of the Folks we come from.

I Started a Page on MY space ...although somewhat delayed My plan was in the downtimes and diners and truckstops to take a minute to get to know folks and gather some of these stories and tales ... from Guardian angels to ghosts. The Highways of our nations hold stories of tradgedy and triumphs and I would like to be one of many generations of story tellers to pass them on ...


I would like for any of you with something to share ...either personally or just the stories you have heard ...share them here with me ...I will pass them on ... I will do so giving full credit to the teller if he or she wishes or I will post them annonomus if you prefer ...but I ask most humbly for your input here either way ...

I thank you in advance for your time and look foreward to comming to know all of you

Shawn(Ogre)Imlay

Great Idea Ogre...hope people respond.



Reb

orgre999 ... now your talking my lanuage :wink: .... I have several stories to tell you but not sure which one to start with. So give me a bit of time to share with you ~ but I'm not so much sure I'll post them here, because the feed back I've come across in my life time of those who don't beleive in ghost or spirits can be curel to down right rude .... People put their foot in their mouth before speaking alot ..... especially those who have 'tunnel vision' and aren't willing to accept other peoples life experiences. These things I've experinced I didn't go looking for - they came to Me .... it all started when I was 5yr old ......... and has continued todate !

To heck with it ... I'll go ahead and tell you my First experience with Ghost.

When I was 5yr old, I would wake up in the middle of the night and see someone standing at my bedroom door. This went on for a long time and so finally I told my mother one day about what I was seeing at night ..... as a child I described him as a gingerbread man.... because the shape I was seeing you couldn't see the fingers but you could see the shape of a body --- from the head - shoulders- arms-legs, but I couldn't see fingers or eyes. But I knew it was a man. Because back in those days women didn't wear jeans, only dresses - so I knew it had to be a man standing there. And even as a child I knew I WASN'T dreaming ! ... this went on for ever it seemed like.

Then one night my younger brother was sick at bed time so Mother had me sleep with him - since I'm a light sleeper - so if brother got sicker I would wake up and go tell mother and dad that brother was throwing up or what ever. ... that night I was woken up by a man standing at the foot of brothers bed . I just laid there and looked at him, afraid to move - shortly he turned and waked into my sisters bedroom and I never saw him again that night. The next day I was telling mom about this man standing at the foot of the bed and my sister started crying, then she told mom that she too had seen a man standing in her bedroom and he turned and walked into brothers bedroom but he never returned to her bed side. ........... Acourse mom said that me must of been dreaming, but how could we .... we BOTH saw the same man ! ...........

We lived in that house for several years and this man continued to show up from time to time. After we moved from there and being several years older, Mom told us that she did some research on the history of that house and the bedroom that my sister and I shared nightly ... an older man had died in our bedroom. ......... Clearly it was the ghost of that Man .... he didn't realize that he was dead and hadn't crossed over to the light yet.

A couple of years ago I went back to the town I grew up in and drove where that home sat. With the intentions of visiting with who ever lived there and explain to them I grew up there and gently ask them if they had ever seen my ghost. But the house had been torn down. I felt bad for the ghost of that man, because with my knowledge now and the gifts my Creator gave me from birth I do beleive I could of helped that old man to cross over to the light.

Now before some of you decide to be judgemental and tell me I'm crazy or not religious .... You couldn't be FARTHER from the truth ... I have a deep and solid connection with God our Creator. I talk to him daily and he let's me know he's with me always. .... But my Life's path is different from those who think they must attend a church on weekly bases to be faithful. I grew up in the United Pentecostal church, I know and understand what the Bible says. So please do not come to me preaching. That's not what this thread is about. Life is just that ~ Life. It's different for everyone, that's why we're all special in our own rights.

If I felt safer sharing my lifes experiences on this thread I would do so freely, but time will tell. :roll: .... This is a thread I'll watch closesly, because as I said at the being ..... ogre999 your talking my lauguage now.

I told someone the other day .... if the truth be know (and if people weren't so judgemental) we're ALL alot alike. We've experienced the same things, just at different times in life and at different degrees. But life IS interesting and it should be able to share without being burned at the stake. :wink: .... ( :oops: this is a subject I'm passionate about)
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Thank you folks ...
 

As I stated in the opening I have a profound respect for all faiths ...from Native American ...to Christianity ...to Buhdisim ....to Paganisim ( which Technically is any religion NOT devoted to Christ ...including Judeisim )

I have noted a deep Christian belief in the boards and I assume that is to what you refer ... I would ask that folks state who they are ...and what they believe and allow others to do the same ...rather than spend wasted time dicing up one another here ... Judge not Lest ye be Judged so to speak ... Final Judgement we can all agree Im sure comes when our Lives and Journey here are done ... SO I would suggest that Unless Anyone holds yourself more capable than the Almighty himself of Judging ...I might remind them of certain verses in revelations.

Surely there are such souls here that can allow folks to speak their piece and go unmolested ...

I have heard tell of figures appearing at the scene of a roadside accident ...one in North FLa along I-10 ... a victom had broken his/her neck and a figure appeared out of no where Holding their head in just such a posittion as to allow them to breathe in relative comfort untill the arrival of paramedics ....when the Paramedic took control ...he then looked around for the man he had just relieved ...he was gone ...just vanished ...an Angel? .... mayhaps ? a deceased loved one ? I Know I am not fit to judge ...

I have studdied much and frankly with each new theory or volume read I become less certain ...but In the end I am not sure that "WHAT" you believe in is as important as the fact that you do believe in something.

SO it is My hope that we can all exibit and recieve some basic human respect ...

Bright Blessings

Shawn

in any event if you should choose to share under the strictest confidence than my E-mail is :


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We used to be active in Civil War reenacting.I've seen and experienced alot of strange things.
We even had a ghost here at home. :shock: :shock:

Jay Of this I have No doubt ...and I would encourage you to share the tale

This is actually quite a common experiance among reinactors of all eras ...

I am curious though about your home Ghost ...I wonder is anything you use in your reinacting and actual " artifact" or all replicas ?
Often folks do not consider the Idea that an "object" can be just as easily "haunted" as a home or particular place ...

Very Cool JAy ...I hope to hear more !

Shawn

I encourage everyone if possible to visit the Oklahoma City National Memorial & Museum ... http://www.oklahomacitynationalmemorial.org/

Where the bombing happened ... I remember that day quite well. I stood in front of the TV for the longest time and thought - this must be a joke .. how could this happen here ? .......... Anyway, once the Memorial was built ( which I've been to a couple of times now ) .. there is a wall - that's standing behind where the 'chair' for the victims are, this is the original wall ... it's called the 'weeping wall' ..... before I went there the first time I hadn't heard anyone say why the wall was named - the 'weeping wall' ... a girlfriend of mine went there together. When we came upon this point of the memorial ... we just froze in our tracks ... we were both facing different directions but just standing there in awwww .... I could actually feel the terror, and hear the screaming of people, the hair on my arms stood up and I began to weep. As I turned to my friend she was experiencing the exact same thing. She could feel the fear, pain and terror those people where expereincing as they ran down the stair wells, and running for their life. She had tears rolling down her face also. We slowly started to walk away and I told her of the intense feelings I was picking up in that area, and she agreed that she too was able to feel the same things............... Something that horrible does leave a mark on the spot for life. All those peoples energy are still there. It's a wonderful, peaceful play to go and respect the lives that were lost that day and days to come. ..... But to know their pain will always be felt next to that orginal wall still standing .... is a bit overwhelming to say the least.

If your ever rolling through Okla City and can schedule a few hours off .. it's work the taxi ride over there.

Thank you for sharing for4roses ... I am in a bit of an imposition at the moment ...but I will add it to my to do list certainly :)


I have had the great fortune to travel abroad several times in my life. I have personally felt the kind of experiance you describe in other places as well. Great Tradgedy does indeed leave an indellable impression on the world around us. I think in many ways it is healthy to feel this ...the more that do witness the horrors of the things we as Man visit upon one another the more we may grow spiritually and the more we may be prompted to find other solutions to our diffrences. I was a soldier ...I love my Brothers and sisters serving , I realize it is sometimes unavoidable ...but I am no fan of war ...nor really an advocate of violence in general ... just have a survival instinct that will not allow me to rule it out. Still for all that One has to wonder what exactly was supposed to be accomplished by this sensless act upon innocents ...women and children ...where was the honor ? where was the courage ? What was the Point ? ...

I just hope and pray those souls have found peace ...and leave nothing but an echo to remind us ....

Bright Blessings
Shawn

A ghost for the Offering ...
 

I have had over the years ...a few personal experiances and I think it only fair that I share ...

In 1985/86 I was a third of the way through my basic training at FT Knox KY ...when we were granted leave for Christmas Break. I decided to vist my sister in the City of Philadelphia 3419 Heartville St. in the "kensington" section for the Holiday season. It was in fact New Years Day at about 3:00am.

We had been having a small celebration but everyone had turned in around 1:00am. I was sleping on the livingroom couch but could not get to sleep. In addition to my insomnia , the presence of a most excelent "shrimp salad " from one of the local Deli's ( I dont care much for cities in general ...but admit a love for phillys delis ) ...so I fianlly surrenderd to my deli addiction and got up to go and aquire some ...

Now before I continue ...some history ...This section of the city is as old as any ...It was at one time the "old Irish Slum" as a decendant son of Erin ...my family on my mothers side has been in the city since the late 1700's ... I am given to understand it is now Just a Slum ... The narrow streets are boardered along their way by row houses ...if you are unfamilliar , the front door ...adjacent to the common or "partywall" of the neighboring house ...has a small entryway or vestibule ...this opens so that you immediately face the stairs to the second story and the wide entry to the living or common rooms . The Basement entry way is located towards the back of the house and the flight of stairs is immediately below those going up ... it is also the location of the "kintchen entry". It is laid out in such a way that when you enter your kitchen your back is facing squarely ...the Basement door.

Now I am in fact a spooky lil freak ...loving the Macabre and all things associated with it ...from pretty much any culture Modern or Aincent , any religion , I love them all ..but I must confess here Unpopular though it may be these days
I have in fact most of my life been the recipiant of "feelings" ...just impressions ...at the oddest times and places ...now you the reader ...may attribute them to "guardian Angels" or the "devil" as you like but the one thing I know for certain is over the years ...I have learned to trust them ...more often than NOT ...they turn out to be well placed warnings. Unlike many of the Modern Mediums or soothsayers however ...I really do not "see " things ...just "feelings" that I then on ocassion can convert to pictures or images in my own head ...but I am sure that particular bit ...is all me ...and if I am to misinterpret these things ...that is usually where it will happen ...okay having said this ...this is the only incident I have ever had , where something erie or unexplainable has actually occured before my actual "eyes"...

Okay ...so I get up ...and head the 8-10 feet to the Kitchen archway ...as I am entering ...i get this ..."tingly kind of cold " and as always the Hair rises upon my neck and arms ( I'm not very hairy thankfully or the sensation may have caused me to pass out ) ...and there is a vauge feeling of "cold " ...I would describe it like when you jump in a creek ...midsummer ...and then immediately get out ....you can "feel the warmth of the air ...and the sun on your skin ...but you still feel the chill from the water still on you .... almost in you ...sometimes you can even see the steam mist off your skin ...it was that kind of cold.

I could tell immediately it was comming from behind me and of course I "locked up " pausing for a moment ..the space of a breath maybe ...I imediately executed an "about face "( the Army had managed to instill that much drill knowledge at least at this point ) and was facing the closed door to the basement. Now I will tell you this ...I did in fact hear my "inner" voice yelling at me to NOT open that door ...that thats how they all go down in the movies ...but of course I did not listen ...why would I ...I will always be Obstinate I suppose ...its in my blood ...however as you may have gathered ...I flung open the door towards me ....

Standing there ... three steps below me was a rather attractive young woman ... coifed hair ....long pearl like earrings ...and a high necked collared dress ... very "victorian" like ...and I looked directly into her eyes and was kind of suprised ...that the same suprise seemed to show on her face ...I imagine that my face mirriored the startled look on hers ....

Now this all took place in miliseconds mind you ...like for those of you old enough to remember the old "flash CUbes" ... and how their going off left you with the fading impression of whatever it was you were looking at at the time ...I would say maybe the length of two whole normal breaths ...and she was gone ....

I think I stood there dumbfounded for another three or four moments ...

I DO NOT fear these things .... I actually get quite excited ... more akin to making love in a thunderstorm ...than actual fear ( what? ...I told you I was a freak! )..

I will confess that when I snapped back to reality ...and decided to continue my pursuit of the elusive shrimp sallad ...I kept a well trained eye on that damned door however ....

Prolouge : It was not till some months later that I was able to get around to the inevitable research of deeds ...it was somewhat sketchy due to a fire apperantly destroying a good many records ...however we were able to determine through what remained and through "older " residents in the area that at one point , around the turn of the century ...there was a young lady in residence with her invalid father at that address ...a very curious event ...indeed


Shawn

Interesting topic. Bears watching to see if anyone else has had similar experiences to mine.

I think many people have experiences with this. I have had my own an several occasions. I have also been told stories about how I used to see and speak with my aunt right after she passed away. I was about 3 years old at the time. I will post the stories soon.

LOL ...what none of you wants to be the first to cross that Line ? ...

well the idea came to me like this really ...watching one of the many paranormal shows around these days ...and actually marveling at how much I knew about the theories and so forth ...all the kids of course think this is all new ...but i have volumes almost falling apart with much of the same rehatched information ...but still I find it "amusing" so I was watching and waiting for a return call from "shnieder " ...i wont bother y'all with the details heard from me belly aching in newbie posts ...

But with Haunts , Haints , and Boogermen ...being most often associated with places of tradgedy and death ...the two things occupying my mind at the time ...kinda melded together ...and I considered exactly how many twisted hunks of wreckage I had seen along the highway over the years ...

Not that I am all that swift with math BUT I got to thinkin ( usually where the trouble starts ) and what I thunk was this ...multiplying that by how much of the highways I had not seen and been on and my time NOT spent out on the highways . remembering all the reports of the overturned gravel trucks and motorists careening into the swamps goin over Aligator Alley ...and thought ..."thats a lot of potential Fatalities " which of course when divided by reason ( or the lack there of ) is a lot of potential hauntings ...

I have some folks I know that have "paranormal" ivestigations orginizations ... and one in particular that does web radio called "Night Watch" the Idea was that I would collect these stories from around the country ( as OTR is actually what I want ...long roads ...long runs ...hopefully generous paychecks ) I figured this here lap top and some conversation with other drivers during the inevitable layovers would lead to a weekly spot on the radio show .....as ...you guessed it ..."the Ghost Trucker " ... yea I know kinda silly

But as I see it ...its only really cheesy if you "think" your being "cool"

If your just runnin with cheese from the getgo ...and dont take yerself too seriously ...thats kinda cool.

SO with the inevitable delay due to some previous foolishness of mine ...in my less discriminating days and the myspace page made up already i figured just to start here with you guys ....

Shawn

This Story was submitted on another Chat Board by a young lady named "Sandy
http://www.yourghoststories.com/real...php?story=2072 "

I must share this story with you before I write my second experience. For those of you that have read my last post, I mention that my adopted mom has experienced some horrific hauntings, ghost & spirits. This is one that happened about 1 year ago...

My adopted mom called me in a frantic one afternoon, and what she told me brought chill's to my whole body. She was traveling on a road in Arkansas when a herd of deer ran out in the middle of the road at 9:36pm. The traffic went to 70mph to BRAKES! There where 2, 18 wheelers in front of her and 3 cars in front of them. So you can only imagine the outcome. The 18 wheelers had to stop so quickly that the trailers swung around and cleared everything within its path, including the cab of the truck. There was wreckage and deer all over the road and luckily my mom was able to stop just in time; due to the smart distance that she kept, far enough away that she was able to stop (She has driven a truck for 20 years.) As she pulled of the median she noticed a man standing 6 ft from her trailer, wondering how a man got next to her trailer so fast and without her seeing him. She said he had one hand across his chest and one hand in his pocket; looking very confused.

The rescue team was on the way while the police where questioning the accident. One walked up to my mom and asked "What happened here?" As she was telling him about what happened she mentioned that "Someone needs to check this guy out back, by my trailer he looks very confused, he might wonder off in the traffic", and by then he had vanished. The cop said "what man?" Well he was just right there in plan view. The officer got a description so detailed down to facial hair and shoes! He walked away for a minute and came back and said the man you described is the owner of that wrecked 18 wheeler, and was found dead at the scene. She was in shock as the cop just turned around and walked the other way.

After she left, she stopped at a truck stop and on the news was the wreck she just witnessed. There were 4 fatalities that night. She even left the scene before the rescue team came. The man she seen next to her truck was one of the victims in the accident.

This happened to me in 1997 my dad and I were fighting to get home when my grandmother was dying. The night before she died we got home and we were do to get down there the next morning I went to bed and got up when I felt the presence in the room and when I looked it was my grandfather and grandmother together. My grandfather had died in 1980 right then I knew and got my dad up and said dad Shes gone and we do not need to go down. 30 seconds later the phone rang and my mom was like she just died.

Ahhh yes ... thank you for sharing with us my friend ...

This is a classic experiance and one of my favorite ... It is the affirmation of love ...of bonding ...of something beyond this world. When a Loved one appears to let us know they are safe and not alone ...to assure us in our moment of loss and grief ...

I rarely attend funerals ...it is not out of fear ...or disrespect ...or unconcern ...but the facts is ... I do not need to be close to mourn a personal loss ...A funeral is really a ceremony for the living ...to achieve closure ...to Mourn our losses and begin the Journey on. I would also prefer to preserve the memory of one so dear by keeping the last vision of them ...alive ...laughing ...strong and well ...it somehow helps me to do so.

I am Glad for you my friend ...glad that that Kind of Love and consideration existed in your life ...and I hope in some way it brought you comfort ... My Own mother died when I was 6yrs old ( I am sure this explains a few things :wink: ) I did not "see" her in that same sence but she did come to me in a couple of dreams ...

One could say it was a vision ...one could say it was a delusion created by the grieveng sub concious mind ...in the end I would say to either ..."if it helps us heal ....does it really Matter ?" ...after all ... I believe it has been said that "God" works in mysterious ways and there is nothing more mysterious than the inner workings of the human mind ...


Shawn

Orge999,

The ghost at the house appeared about 6 years ago after a trip to Paris,Texas to visit family graves.
From time to time you would see him in the hall as he walked from room to another.He was more of a shadow figure than ghostly figure or apparition.
Never caused any problems and all the dogs and cat couls him also.
Our youngest daughter called him "Boogy Pop".She said sometimes he'd pull her toes at night.

As ar as the reenactments go,I got took pics at Pleasant Hill,La. and got a couple of good ecto shots near a mass grave.If you believe in orbs,then I got a ton of those.Didn't see any of them until one of the other guys asked their permission to take pics and they came outta the wood work.
Our camers and flashlights worked on one side of the bridge but not on the other.
I also have one from the Confederate Reunion Grounds State Park in Mexia,Texas that has 2 Reb soldiers standing next to one of the cannon.

Here are my stories...

My mother's sister,Terry, died in 1972, May, I think. I was 3yrs old at the time and my brother would have been a year old. These stories have been told to me countless times by my mother and other aunts. These all happened while we were still living in the Philippines. One time my brother and I were waving out the window in the direction of the bus stop. My aunts asked who we were waving at. We said that we were waving at my aunt Terry, who was waiting for the bus. We described what she was wearing to them. And my aunts were then very eager to return us to my mother. :lol:

At another time, I was in my grandmother's kitchen and somebody, I forget who, asked if I wanted to eat something. I said, "No, Auntie Terry and I already ate". The last story was that my grandmother said I was talking to somebody one day. I told this person that I didn't want to go with them and I wasn't going. She asked who I was talking to and I told it was my aunt. My grandmother told me to tell her that I was not going to go with her. I don't remember these things, but I figure they were true. I don't think a 3yr old would lie about those things. I still remember the wake. It took place in the living room at my grandmother's house. Even today, my brother and I have a hard time going into my aunt's bedroom when we visit my grandmother's old house.

My family went back to the Philippines last year for my grandmother's funeral. She died in my uncle's house, in the downstairs bedroom. This happened night before we were going back home. We were staying in the bedroom at the front of the house. The AC unit was loud and the bedroom door is made of heavy wood. It's hard to hear any outside noise. It was about 10:30pm and everyone was in bed. My 2 cousins were out. My mother and my children were in the bedroom. The kids were asleep and I had just turned off the light. I heard a loud banging. I didn't think much of it. Then it happened again. My mother asked if I heard something. I told her that I did. It happened a third time. I went outside to see what was going on. The house was quiet. The noise was coming from one of the 2 French doors leading to the outside. It sounded as if someone was shaking the doorknobs violently, as if someone was locked out of the house. I was expecting to hear somebody yelling to open the door. I got half way to the door and it stopped. The whole house was quiet and there was no street noise, just dead silence. I looked outside through the glass section of the first set of French doors. I thought it could have been the dog trying to get in, but he wasn't there. I didn't even hear his nails on the driveway. Needless to say I went back to the bedroom and told my mother what happened. I did not leave the bedroom until it was time to get up.

I own a dog, so I know what a dog scratching at the door would sound like. It clearly sounded as if someone wanted to get in. I thought maybe a robber. But he wouldn't make a sound and the dog would catch him. I told my uncle the story. He told me that the door was not locked because his son wasn't home yet and he locks it when he comes home. I freaked out a little when my uncle told me that the door wasn't locked in the first place. My uncle told me that one of his son's friends saw my grandmother one day. Told my cousin she was behind him and his friend ran off. I was told sometimes t he maids find the light is on in the bedroom where she died. And supposedly, no one turned it on.

LOL Fantastic ! ...Jay ...Again thank you ...

You Know its funny ... There is a trend these days ... for Such Shows as " Paranormal State " To Jump immediately to the negative ... everything is a " Demon " or Malevolent and dangerous ...I am not fond of this at all ...It also seems to coencide with a very " Catholic "theme to their findings and their approach. This worries a good many of in the metaphysical communities ...even myself I suppose. " spiritualisim is a movement that has arose a good many times over the course of mans history ...In this country culminating in the early 20th century with the battles of "Harry Houdini " and the spirit Mediums.

I worry i suppose mostly because I try to approach all of these subjects with an open mind ... not always possible ... especialy if it is approached with a specific "mind set " or religious policy. Granted scrapes with the otherworld like any carnival ride are certainly capable of scaring the livid bejezus out of you ...however as both of your experiances show ... this is not always the case , Sometmes it is the mindset of the individual "viewer" of such an event.

I have often theorized that spirits tend to remain much as they were in life ... if they were angry ...cruel ... or petty they remain so. There are of course those ...Such as "Boogy Pop " ... a seemingly obvious referal of a child to the term "pop" as in father or grandfather figure ...and from a child no less ! you would assume if anyone would recoil in fear from such a thing it would be a small one. However more often than not they seem more perceptive to many things when we truely listen to them. I am of course an unpopularly discipline driven father ( old school if you will ) BUT this doesnt mean that I do not listen to them.... more closely than they would wish at times :D

I would theorize from just what you say here that if NOT a family member of yours ...Maybe just the spirit of a father or grand father in life ...who mayhaps is not visited by his own family ... It could be that some division or argument in his own kin is the reason he cannot pass on. So it seems his soulution is to have "adopted" yours.

The Other aspect I find "charming" as a Man raised in a typically "southern" culture at least in so far as "manners" are concerned is that when your companion "respectfully requested " a photo ...he recieved one ... that one will make me chuckle all day ... so thank you

Shawn

Dear Mommee

Ahhaaa ...the mysteries of the Far East ... You know I love diversity in a good many things in my life . I actually enjoy the traditional shift in thinking of many Cultures once we cross the pond so to speak. A new world to explore or a diffrent way to look at the world we have ... I dont often make the judgement of "better" or "worse" ...I usually just accept the diffrence. Funny thing is ...once you explore deep enough you often find the end results are very simillar indeed. Less to be "divided over " than we initally seem to find.

The Thing I love about the Orient that you dont often find in Anglo/ American cultures is an Ancient acceptance of the supernatural ...as just another aspect of our "natural" world. The Ghosts of Ancestors being more often than not "revered" and accepted rather than feared and shunned ... of course we both tend to live in fear of the dreaded "Mother in Law " :lol: whether in flesh or spirit ....

Ohh and being rather "portly" of course there is always the food ! :D

Shawn

Simply put, there are many things 'out there' that we do not know or understand. Perhaps we never will. But even if we don't, it doesn't mean they don't exist.

SO True Twilight ...
 

I try to view the world from a standpoint that remembers that at one time ... the Highest minds in existance ...actually taught that "the world was flat " and that " the Earth was the center of the Universe " and that "Mountain Gorrillas were a native myth." like Bigfoot ... Of course we now know this is not so ... Mostly what I will argue is not the ACTUAL EXISTANCE of "Ghosts" or "little Green Men " or " tickle down economics " :lol: ...I simply argue the possibilities ...


Shawn

:?

just so you know.

I didn't read your posts till after I answered the question.

my opinion is still my opinion

Uhhh okay ... Thank you for that ...I think ...it takes all kinds I suppose but dont agree with you here ...sorry ....

Heres a riddle for you ...if the tree of life and the tree of knowledge both existed in Eden ... which friuit was forbidden and why ?

Don't do riddles.... sorry

But if I guessed I would say both and for disobidience.

TrukrswyfeOn 1 fact your correct ~ movies do distort some things in life. And sure there's always noises in homes and places because of gravity ~ things do eventually fall and shift. But thats as far as it goes. Life is about difference, and beliefs and that's what makes the world go around.

I KNOW WHAT I'VE SEEN and I KNOW WHAT I've lived all my life ... And I KNOW THE DIFFERENCE of demons and Angels, ghost, Spirit Guide, and etc ... I can FEEL a demon and I only feel the sweet peace when it's an Angel. ... I went as far as to speak to my Pentcostal preacher about what happens in my life and he wouldn't nor could he prove to me where what I experience quite often is a 'demon'. .... I respect your beliefs and in turn I ask you respect mine! This thread isn't about preaching the Bible ..... it's about happenings and feelings in life. That why I said in my first post that I don't want to be burned at the stake, nor will I point my finger at someone for being judgemental . :wink: Are you throwing the first stone? I know for a fact that my good friends Slimland and Hobo have threads started on opinions about what the Bible said ... hummm.

:) I know which story I'll share now ... but it will take quite some time to write and I have things to do around the house first, so I shall return later today to share.

Ok I'll bite....

The Tree that was forbidden was the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil. Why? To have "knowledge" of something means that you have to have experienced it. God did not want them to experience "evil", He wanted them to retain their innocence. Once they ate from the forbidden tree, they knew shame and guilt, which they had no prior "knowledge" of. It was a test of obedience, which they failed.

Reb

You're quite right Roses. As in all things, there is "balance". There are demons and there are angels. There is good and evil in this, and in the Spirit world, and not everyone is able to discern the difference.

When I was a young child I would often tell my Mother about things that my "Angel" told me. Some of the things were Biblical, some were songs, and some were warnings. I was 3 or 4 and there was really no way for me to "know" the things I told her about. So my Mother took me to talk with our Minister about this because it frightened her. Pastor Wilson asked me all kinds of questions, to "test" this "spirit". He eventually believed it was an Angel too, and told my Mother to stop telling me I was making things up. This "Angel" of mine has saved my life more that a few times.

We are, according to the Bible, body, soul, and spirit and I believe we are capable of communication on all those levels.


Reb

Very True Reb ...

In many beliefs it is interprited as Mind , Body , and soul but this leads to my next observation which is of course when you boil things down in most religions there is more to agree on than to NOT agree on ...it seems our material lives here on this earth ...for the limited time we are here would be much more plesant if we tended out own souls and left things like judgement to the God or Gods of your choosing ... which of course I do ...

And Yes ...that is a Pretty standard interpretation of the trees of Eden and what I was looking for indeed ...we now possess within us an innante ability to discern good and evil ...I unfortunately cannot agree that anything diffrent or out of the ordinary is "evil" ...unless of course one believes that "thinking , reason . and intelect , is more of the devil than God ...

and we are all off track here ... can we get any really good spooky trucker stories here ???? :lol:

Hey Folks ... Sorry I have been silent so long
 

I have just been super busy ...

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Hmm--- This is the first I have seen of this thread..

Hello Ogre -- I am Slimland, I am a Christian, since you wanted to know. But before I came to Christ, I was heavily into Witchcraft.. I studyed Summarian Mythology, and Egyptian. Those where my specialtys.. I have done Incantations, and preformed passing the river rights.. I was a gaurdian of the Towers.. Followed Alester Crowley's writings, but stayed true to my roots of the Pects, minus there dietys.. I have seen and heard things, that if I didn't have witnesses, I would say they where a figment of my imagination.. I have stood between the sun and moon, on the edge of the lake of answers.

All of this I count as rubbish, BUT they make good stories. And I believe God let me go through those for a reason.. I will share some of them, but mind all, there not up for debate. :wink:


I think it is a good Idea, and you making it clear that anyone of any faith or belief can entertain there meetings with spiritual realm, was a good step..

As for being a little on the creepy side. Well most of us exspecialy myself love the Mystic Rythms that beat in the other realms. So your not alone, phisicaly or spiritualy. :lol:

Slimland