Hi Everyone!

I was thinking it would be really interesting to find out what everyone in the group thought about the Paranormal... what made them interested in it. What types of experiences you've had or if you're a skeptic here to offer some balance or scientific explanations.
I will start with me. From the time I was a small child I remember being spiritual, probably imaginative, I believed in fairies and angels, and my first experience was with what I think was an Angel carrying me down a few steps (I was about 4 years old) I should have fallen down, I remember being careless and trying to fly down the stairs..lol.. I had my hands on both sides of the wall swinging myself over the stairs but I didn't quite land normally, it was too gentle... and too many steps for a little 4 year old to jump over, I felt like I was being carried by something invisible... I believed it to be my Guardian Angel. I got carried down 4-5 steps to the landing and ran down the remaining steps excitedly yelling to my mom, "Mommy! mommy! i just got carried by an Angel" and she was like, "yeah whatever"
Now, I don't usually count that experience as my first paranormal experience really because it could have been more my imagination, however that's the way I remember it.
The first time I ever saw an Apparition of a ghost, was a an old summer camp in Maine called, Camp Kieve, near Nobleboro,ME. I was 14 and one night I saw a boy wearing clothes from the 1920's or 1930's standing at the end of my bed he looked blueish/transparent, but at first I thought he was real/alive. I yelled at him asked him why he was in our cabin (girls cabin) no response, he just stared at me, through me. Then I realized that he was a ghost and got scared. All of the other girls were asleep, and I tried to scream and wake them up but I was unable to scream... and nobody would wake up for me. I hid under my covers a few times and he was still there... even pinched myself...lol... silly me..and YES I was still awake.
He eventually faded away... the next morning when I woke up there was writing on the bed he stood in front of that said, "This Bed Is Haunted" ... my jaw dropped.
To confirm this... I asked a camp counselor about the history of the camp and she said that a 12 year old boy drowned in the lake and died... sometime in the 1920's or 1930's.. and then I knew that was him... she also showed me pictures of group photos of the boys from the camp and there he was in one of the oldest pics, wearing the knickers and "golf-style" cap on his head.
From that time on I have been interested in the paranormal and have always believed.
Later, years later I formed a group called, Peninsula Paranormal Investigators based out of Hampton Roads, Virginia. And did what I love doing the most.. Investigating the Paranormal, and helping the living with their fears, and the dead to move on and be at peace.

You are so brave! Are you a parapsychologist?

I'm not sure if I posted this in any other forum on this site, but here is an experience I'll never forget.

I had just arrived in Vancouver in January and was staying at a women's shelter. The women who reside there have told me stories of seeing an evil presence in one of the bedrooms downstairs and on the property outside. The room they say was haunted just happened to be the room where I was sleeping.
One morning, around 4:00am, I had what I thought was a nightmare. As I lay sleeping soundly, I felt an evil presence creep up and grabbed me from behind. It was trying to pull me to it. I struggled to free myself from its grasp but it wasn't giving up that easily. I began to chant a mantra; "I am in the presence of the Lord Jesus Christ, He won't let you do this to me!!" I said that three or four times and then bit down hard on my attacker. Finally, the thing resisted and laid dormant, dead.
At that point, I woke up startled and frightened at the same time. When I awoke, my bedsheet was in my mouth, my blanket held the form of a wrinkled human profile and my body was scortching hot!

Needless to say,... but I will anyway...i couldn't spend another night in that house!

I believe that what saved me from a total demonic possession that night was my true faith in the Lord.

Interestingly enough, I watch a weekly program called 'paranormal State'. This show deals with demonic possession of individuals and excorcisim. It is like a reality show. I watched a number of episodes where the parapsychologists call in a medium and a catholic priest to perform the excorcism.

I have to shake my head and chuckle when the priest comes in the room, dressed to the hilt in his clerical garb and collar, carrying his crucifix, bible and holy water. The excorcism begins and the priest is reading from a script out of the bible, as he tosses his holy water and waves his crucifix around the victim. It would turn out later that the demon they excorcised out of the victim would return again after everyone leaves.

IMHO, this is not true faith. True faith is when you can walk into the presence of an evil entity without the bible in your hand, the crucifix around your neck and all of the idolatry items used by the catholic church to ward off evil, and KNOW that the Lord is with you. The only thing that will save a victim of demonic possession is their own true faith in the Lord, not a synthesized version of it.

Hi Jacy30, thanks for sharing your reason for your interests and why. I can relate to what your righting about, your not alone, there are many of us with many similar experiences. It is too bad that we are so misunderstood by others. bevo1883 and BClady, thanks for sharing your stories also.


I will share one of my many stories, I no longer care of people think I am crazy, it's time to face and accept my spirituality, I hope others will too.

I once new a young teenager named Peter in high school. In my view, Peter was a very spoiled kid. He was an only child and seemed to receive everything. In high school he had a hot rod car and thought he was all that and just as tough. He lived about 5 blocks away from me, we both lived near a very large park and we used it often to play, he on one side, me on the other.

One day we were playing on the same side of the park on a baseball field. We were playing with other boys and we all were getting out of control on a baseball diamond throwing trash cans around and being reckless. Apparently we managed to get into some kind of primitive primate type frame of mind and we both started picking up a trash barrel and banging each other with it, from barrel to barrel. You see, Peter and I were also interested in the same girl in high school, so we become like rivals.

As we banged barrel to barrel I accidentally hit one of his exposed fingers that held the barrel on one side. I felt bad and said I was sorry, he became angry and used the incident to start a fight. By then my fighting skills were highly developed and it was over in seconds. I can still see Peters eyes and facial expression as he hit the ground unable to breath and in fear from the feeling of the inability to breath. I had knocked the breath out of him, it was the safest, fastest, and easiest thing I could do. I will never forget the look on his face and what I had done, I feel bad to this day.

Peter and I never crossed paths again, until he died. One night Peter showed up in my bedroom, completely lost, and disoriented. I could see him clearly, he was wearing a tee shirt and shorts. I then realized what had happened, Peter had died, and had lost his body. I tried to calm him down and asked him to go toward the light, and to follow or let it take him. I experienced this just as real and vivid as I am experiencing the typing of these words right now.

The next day, there were so many people sad in high school. I asked people what had happened, as I had temporarily forgot the experience. One student said, everyone is morning over Peter, he had drowned while swimming in a lake.

The reason for the detail story is that Peter and I had some history, to this day I feel sad that Peter and I did not become good friends and got to know each other. I have not seen or heard of Peter again, so I am in hope that he returned to the divine source and is at peace.

Good luck and God bless!!

I have always had a problem with the term 'paranormal' - it suggests that these experiences are only half normal.
Science cannot explain the placebo effect! It does not compute.
Science cannot explain science - the wave/particle experiment (Schrodingers Cat). A non-predictable experiment.
Air cannot be held in the hand - does it really exist?
What the hell is a Black Hole - are you kidding me? A lot of this type of stuff really is psychobabble, as far as I'm concerned.

For those of us who have peeked beyond the veil, it is as real as a whack in the face.
L.Galaxy

I hate the word 'normal' whatever its form. It implies that things MUST act and work in a specific way. It looks at only ONE side of the coin.

Me too, sister.
And the coin has many hidden 'sides'.

This group is so friendly!
cheers
galaxy