tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31659436847634265632024-02-20T16:47:58.751-08:00My awakeningcmachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10558743289507022121noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165943684763426563.post-28304979888415051372011-01-28T20:05:00.000-08:002011-01-28T20:18:41.277-08:00I Got Pulled Over, But I Shouldn't HaveLate in the summer of 2010, we were working on a roof in Kearney. We had a long tiring day of work. We had just left the jobsite, not a couple of minutes into our drive towards home. I was tired, and just trying to relax. I was heading north on 33 Hwy through town. As I approached a large intersection, I began feeling or hearing, "take the back way....take the back way". At the upcoming intersection, I could take a right, and go by the High School, and hit a road on the east side of Kearney to get to 92 Hwy. Twice at least, I was being told to take the back way. I even thought in my head, "Na, I will just keep heading north, it is easier to drive." <br /><br />So, I'm heading north, driving really slow, because I'm tired. The speed limit is 35 mph, and I'm going maybe 30 to 32, and this is going downhill even. Then I had to make my way somewhat uphill for quite a while. I was pulling my trailer, which was pretty loaded down with old shingles. I was definately in no hurry at all, just trying to chill out after a rough day at work. Next thing I know, I hear a police siren, so I slow down, and expect him to fly around me after someone else. Nope, he's pulling in behind me, with siren blaring, and the cherries going everywhere. So I pull off the main road onto a side street. <br /><br />He takes his time coming up to my vehicle, as they so often do. He says, "Do you know why I pulled you over?" I said, "No" I had no idea, I was honestly worried that my trailer was an issue or something. He said, "You were speeding coming down through here." I said, "I was, I thought the speed limit was 35" He said, "Nope, it drops to 25 right back there." I apologized for speeding, and told him that I wasn't aware that I was, I really wasn't in a hurry. He went back to his car, and I proceeded to tell my passenger that I have never gotten out of a ticket in my life, never had been issued just a warning. Fortunately, there is a first time for everything. Only a warning, but I apparently actually missed my warning earlier. The one telling me, "take the back way....take the back way". <br /><br />Another lesson learned, follow your instincts, and most of all your intuition. Many times it is so subtle, and your logical mind talks you out of it. Making you think it is all nonsense. Listen to it. It might make your day go a lot better, or even save your life someday.cmachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10558743289507022121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165943684763426563.post-11118966115512509162011-01-28T19:18:00.000-08:002011-01-28T19:29:42.130-08:00My Roommate and his encounter with our ghostThe story after this post explains the noises we would hear in the night at our apartment in college. This is the experience that my roommate had with the Ghost in our apartment. <br /><br />I believe this event took place after my roommate and I had shared that we both were hearing the hallway closet door open and close in the night for nearly 2 years straight. I woke up one morning, and looked over, and my roommate was sitting up in bed a bit, and I could tell that something was wrong. I immediately asked him, "What is wrong?" He sat there for a minute and said something like, "You won't believe me" This is a guy I had known for years, he was my best friend, the person I could trust the most to tell me the truth. I tried to tell him that I will believe him. He was certain that I wouldn't. I said to him, "what happened?.....What's wrong" He said again, "Man, you won't believe me!"<br /><br />I finally coersed him into telling me. He said that he woke up to a sound in the middle of the night. That he opened his eyes and looked up, and he saw the head of a woman floating in front of him, and over his bed. He said it scared him, and he was telling it to go away. But, it didn't go away. He said that he told it again, to go away, it didn't move. Then he said that it moved to right in front of him, and he tried to punch it. When his fist got to where the face was, that it disappeared, just kind of vaporized. <br /><br />He said that it was an old woman, and that she was ugly. He could see her face and her hair, and that was about it. There was no body to go with her face or head. This really shook him up, as I can imagine it would. He didn't really want to talk about this encounter, after that. I tried to bring it up a few times, and right away, he didn't want to talk, he didn't even want it entering into his mind. He just wanted to forget that it ever happened. <br /><br />This was really my first, confirmed experience with a ghost, at our apartment in college. The first time that for sure, what I was experiencing, could be confirmed.cmachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10558743289507022121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165943684763426563.post-11348624843950838172011-01-28T18:50:00.000-08:002011-01-28T19:14:01.630-08:00Haunted Apartment in CollegeI've told this story many times in my life to share with people my experiences with ghosts. I've never however written it down, just told it from memory. <br /><br />Back in 1991 until the end of 1993, 2 1/2 years I lived in a 2 bedroom apartment with 3 other friends of mine. We were all attending a college in that smallish town at the time. We were all in our early 20's in age. Ghosts were about as far from our minds as you can get, having fun and looking for girls were our greatest interests at the time. Oh yeah, and going to class, more like having to go to class. <br /><br />Not long after we moved in, I began noticing the closet door in the hallway, opening and closing in the middle of the night. It always happened really late, likely after midnight each night. I mean, we were young, we stayed up late, and it was after we would go to bed. I don't recall hearing it when I was in the living room. The door made a distinct sound when you opened it, and closed it. No mistaking which door it was when you heard it. Immediately, hallway closet door would pop into your conscious mind. <br /><br />This went on for month after month, not happening every night or anything. None of us brought it up to the others, I know I didn't. I didn't want anyone to think I was nuts. So we kept it to ourselves. We had one roommate, that would come in at all hours of the night, and often he would take a shower, when he got in, even at 2 or 3 am, he would still take a shower. I rationalized it as him coming in late, and opening the closet to get a towel. That is where we kept all of the towels for the bathroom. <br /><br />I remember at some point, I was hearing this sound, almost night after night, and finally it was really starting to stick in my mind, and I began to wonder, what for sure was causing it. One night I was startled awake to the sound of that closet door opening, then closing, then opening again, and then closing again. That didn't exactly make sense, why was he needing to open it twice in a row. So I got up out of bed, I was going to see for certain, what is going on. Honestly, I was a bit scared, because it had occured to me before, that it might be a ghost. That wasn't rational though, and I was a logical and rational person. As I went to open my door to my room, I could clearly see my roommate that shared a room with me, in his bed. My other 2 roommates shared the other room in the apartment. Their door to their room was just to the left as I opened my door. I couldn't see anything or anyone in the hallway or the bathroom for that matter. I began to look to my left and I was praying that only one of my roommates was in bed asleep. I scanned their room quickly, and they were both! sound asleep! Wow, some serious stuff started coming up through my chest and I closed the door to my room as fast as I possibly could. <br /><br />I got back into bed quickly, and my heart was pounding away. I knew now for certain that it wasn't my roommate, that I had rationalized it had to be. It wasn't any of my roommates that had been opening and closing the closet door over the 2 1/2 years that we lived there. <br /><br />I still kept my mouth shut about this, and tried not to think about it. Fortunately in college you are so busy with things, you don't have time to worry about something like that, and you dang sure, don't want to admit you think there is a ghost in the apartment. One day the guy who shared a room with me, asked me if I had ever heard the hallway closet door close in the night, and he asked in a way that he was obviously perplexed by it. I said, "oh, yeah" and he about came unglued. He said, "You've heard it too?" I said, "yep" He said, "Well what is it?" I told him about the night I got up, and everyone was sound asleep, right after I heard it. I told him it must be a ghost. He did not want to hear that, by his reaction. I told him I thought it was Tom, he said he thought that too, but it was happening so often he began to question it. <br /><br />A few weeks later, this same roommate saw the ghost over his bed in the night.cmachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10558743289507022121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165943684763426563.post-70609473320269806602011-01-28T18:38:00.000-08:002011-01-28T18:46:02.873-08:00Friend Of Mine Felt An Unseen Force Today. Ghost?Two friends of mine were planning to go through some things today at their great grandparents home, and invited me to go with them. We went through a bunch of their grandparents things inside the house, and also in the garage for a few hours. We then returned to the house, and walked around the basement for a few minutes. We came back upstairs to the kitchen and we were talking about their great grandmother and her affinity for owls (the hoot, hoot thing). One of the brothers was standing about 4 feet from where I was standing. All of a sudden he said "something just grabbed my foot!" We thought he was joking at first, but we could see within a few seconds that he wasn't joking.<br /><br />I was standing near him, and actually looking in his direction the whole time. I saw nothing on the floor anywhere near him, the nearest thing was a chair, by the kitchen table. It was probably at least 2 feet away, and no way that he contacted it, or it to him. He was soon after obviously trying to rationalize the situation, and also explaining to us how it felt to him. He explained that it felt as if either someone grabbed his foot as he picked it up to begin walking, or that it felt as if something was in front of his foot, keeping it from moving forward. He couldn't move it freely forward to walk. He was having trouble distinguishing which it was. He just couldn't move his foot in a fluid motion forward. He said that as he tried to move it he also heard what sounded like something moving across the floor near his foot. Seemed almost like a scraping sound as he described it. I happened to be talking at the moment this happened, so I was unable to hear anything. <br /><br />I could clearly see his foot, and I saw him start to move, and then he didn't move. Then he began saying that something grabbed his foot. Shortly after this experience, he moved away from the area. He then said, "Look at my arms! The hair is standing on end and I have goosebumps!" I took a look, definately his hair was all standing up and he had very visible goosebumps.<br /><br />The reason that I was asked to go with them, was to see if I had any feelings there, or if I picked up on anything. I didn't really pick up anything and even when this event occured, I didn't notice anything at the time. Hours earlier, I did sense there might be a presence in an upstairs bedroom, and while we were downstairs on the first floor, something was really pushing me to want to go upstairs.cmachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10558743289507022121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165943684763426563.post-62884617403483508152011-01-28T18:14:00.000-08:002011-01-28T18:30:33.048-08:00Hoot! Hoot! Popped into my headPsychic experience 1 27 11 5:30 PM Ok, this just happened. A friend of mine called me to see if I was going with him tomorrow to his grandmothers old house in Hamilton. They are cleaning some stuff and organizing some things at her house. <br /><br />I told him I was in, and he said he would pick me up around 9am in the morning. Seemed like we were about ready to get off of the phone. And then he said something about how when they went to his grandmothers house they would always say two words as they went through the door. I thought to myself, “I wonder what that would be?” I paused for a second or so, and “hoot, hoot” popped in my head from out of nowhere. He went on talking about something, and I was talking in my head to myself thinking, “that can’t be what it is, hoot, hoot.” Then he said, “Well, it actually is one word that we say two times.” Right after he said that, “hoot, hoot” pops in my head again, and it feels like something is pushing me to say it aloud. I was getting like nervous and stuff. Still telling myself, that can’t be it, that can't be the saying they would say. Then, “hoot, hoot” pops in my head again, and then I said, “Is it ‘hoot, hoot’?” And he says something like, “What did you say?” I said it again, and he said, “You’ve got to be kidding me!....Are you serious?....Why did you say that?” I said, “That’s not it, is it?” And he said, “Yeah, we said that when we walked into her house, everytime that we walked through the door.” She had an affinity for owls, and he said that her house was full of art and crafts with owls depicted. <br /><br />He was blown away, and really I was too, to be honest. That is what popped into my head, out of the thousands of words that it could have been. I have no idea how I knew, really, logically I didn’t know. That is what popped into my head, and I was being prodded to say it to him. So I did. <br /><br />He gave me no indications that could have led me to that, nothing at all. He just told me that they say these 2 words when they go through the front door, that was it, and in it popped. <br /><br /><br />I Think the whole reason he brought up this thing about the two words, was because I have a device called the "PX", like the ones you can see being used on the "Ghost Adventures" show. This "PX" will say words, alledgedly a spirit can manipulate the environment to make certain words come from the box. I think that he was thinking how crazy it would be if the PX said those 2 words he was thinking about, that they say when they walk in the door. Then I got the words pop into my mind either from me asking the question of what words are they, or I picked it up from him somehow, and what he was thinking in his mind while we were on the phone. <br /><br />One way or another, this event took place. He was blown away by it, and couldn't figure out how I possibly could have come up with "hoot, hoot".cmachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10558743289507022121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165943684763426563.post-4715326608954481682011-01-28T18:10:00.000-08:002011-01-28T18:14:17.857-08:00So busy I haven't posted in a very, very long timeI haven't posted to this blog in so very long. Last year was so busy, I didn't have time to post my experiences. Does that mean that my experiences stopped, oh hell no, not my any means. Instead they have increased dramatically. <br /><br />My plan is to attempt to post some of the experiences, that I did have time to document from 2010, and also those experiences that have take place already in 2011. <br /><br />Honestly right now, I have many experiences each and every day. So keeping a journal of them, is nearly impossible for me to do. It would take up so much of my time. I have a lot of interests, and I'm getting a lot of intuitive info, and speaking to quite a few people each day. <br /><br />I need to journal the things that happen. So many things throughout the years, I forget about, until maybe someone else, brings them up.cmachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10558743289507022121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165943684763426563.post-18767056482255430542010-02-03T18:37:00.000-08:002010-02-08T14:28:14.444-08:00Doppelgangers in my life?Possible Doppelgangers in my life. <br /><br />Back in the 90’s when I was in college I had some strange stories shared with me. Every now and then I had people tell me that I looked like someone that they knew. I didn’t think much about it at the time. Though the people would look at me like it was almost uncanny or something how much I looked like this person. To me I had a unique look, and I had never seen anyone else who seemed to look that much like me really. I didn’t think much about any of it at the time. <br /><br />We would have a bunch of people over now and then, sometimes decent sized parties, and at a few of them I had people tell me that they had a guy at their school that looked like me, either from high school or from their college. So I was thinking in my head, “OK, so somebody kinda looks like me. So what?” Once again I didn’t think much about it soon after that. Then one day I was walking to class, and I saw someone walking towards me looking in my direction. They seemed to be looking right at me and kind of did that thing where someone lowers their head and moves it to the side to get a better look. They were acting like they were focusing in to see if I was who they thought I was. Then the guy got this look, like “Yeah, that’s who I thought it was.” He stopped me and said, “Gary?” I said, “Ah...., my name is Craig.” Then they looked at me with that look again, like “I know that is him.” He said, “You're not Gary?” He was obviously all confused about what was going on here. I said, “No, sorry, I’m Craig” and I just continued on to class. I just thought it was weird, just thinking that he had mistaken me for someone else. <br /><br />I was playing baseball in college in 1990 and 1991. One day some of my teammates told me that one of our coaches lost a $20 bet about me. I was like, “What were you guys betting the coach about that had something to do with me?” They said have you seen the guy on campus that looks like you? I said, “No” and sort of laughed. They said yeah, we saw that guy in the Education building, we walked right by him and Coach said, “Hey, there goes McPheeters.” They said, “That’s not McPheeters.” My coach said to them, “Yeah, that was him, I’ll bet you 20 bucks that was McPheeters.” So he went up and said my name to the guy and the guy looked at him funny, so my coach walked away. So basically my coach that had seen me everyday for like 6 months, my pitching coach, couldn’t tell the difference between me and this guy, enough so that he lost $20 because he was so convinced. My teammates went on to tell me that this guy is my freaking twin, looks just like me. They said, “You’ve never seen the guy?” I still thought they were kidding or something. I said, “No, are you serious?” They said they were serious, there is a guy on campus that looks just like you, same height, same hair, same everything. <br /><br />Still I didn’t make a big deal about this, it was a bit weird. I transferred schools the next year. I never saw the guy, pretty much forgot about the whole thing for a long time. Then people seemed to always think they knew me or they had seen me before. It was starting to get really strange. Like somewhere there are a bunch of guys that look like me, yet I’ve never seen any of them. There was at least one time at this next school where one of my close friends said something like, “I saw you down at the” such and such "today." I was like “What, I wasn't down there today.” They were like, “Yeah, I saw you there.” I just laughed, I don’t know who they thought they saw, but it wasn’t me. They were convinced it was me and I could tell they thought that I was lying to them. <br /><br />I guess I just thought it was weird that there happens to be some guys out there that look like me. At that time I’d seen some people that resemble other people. I could tell it wasn’t them, but I never forget a face. I just chocked it up as people misidentifying someone. They thought it was me and it wasn’t. <br /><br />Then a few years back I heard the term doppelganger. A doppelganger is supposedly another you from possibly some other reality. A complete and perfect look-a-like. Often the stories are of people claiming to run into them, or friends dealing with them, they always seem to be like an evil twin or something. There are stories of people seeing them on the street, and they look just like themselves, many even say they were dressed in the same clothes they were wearing at the time, or driving the same make, model and color of car they drive. One guy said that his girlfriend approached his doppelganger thinking it was him to kiss him, and the guy pushed her away like he didn’t know her. I mean if a girlfriend can’t tell the difference in looks, then that is a truly identical twin. Pretty spooky. She said the guy was a jerk to her, nothing like her boyfriend. Another guy shared a story where he continued to see his doppelganger, many times. He would try to follow him. According to him his doppelganger was driving the same car as him. One day he saw him walking on the street, the twin. His doppelganger was wearing the same football jersey as him, same number, and the kicker, it was a personalized jersey, and it had his same nickname on the back. Wow, explain that one rationally! Ok, has your head stopped spinning around yet? <br /><br />So, I was talking with a friend of mine the other day. I brought up the doppelganger thing. He had never heard the term. He said, "What does that mean, doppelganger?" So I started telling him. He stopped me. He said, “Craig, I had a run in with mine.” I was like, “No way.” He said, “Yes I did, I came face to face with him in my hallway.” He said there was a very negative feel in the air. He could tell he was evil. He said that he binded him away in the name of Jesus, and the thing disappeared. Wow! Now imagine that happening to you in your house here in the next few minutes. Try explaining that one to someone. His wife apparently saw his doppelganger twin as well. I think she saw him first, actually. <br /><br />So, what sparked me to write this today is this. I was talking on instant messenger today to a guy. We’ve spoken a few times. I had mentioned some of these stories from above, about people swearing that they had seen me, but it couldn’t have been me. I wasn’t at that location when they claimed it occured. I said to him, “At least my own self hasn’t come knocking at my door yet.” He says back to me, “I had a run in with my own self.” I replied, “No way!” he says, “Down at quirk, this was two weeks ago. I went to follow him and he had the same looks of me and everything. I got outside and as I was chasing him, ....I punched him and got a shock. …… He disappeared. And my hand was bleeding.” I said immediately, “No way!” He says, “In my hand” (he was bleeding). So I reply, “Are you serious?” He says, “I still got the mark from it (on his hand). I think he was from an alternate dimension.” I said, “Why would you punch him?” His reply to that was, “Just so we could get answers from him” I guess answers like who he was and stuff, why he looked just like him and all. Assuming they thought he was going to try to get away, and they would never know, why there is some guy that looks identical to him, and why he is running away from them after they saw him. My next comment was, “So he looked just like you, … In every way?” He says, “Yup. My friend Pete saw him.” To that I said, “So another guy saw him, that he looked just like you, and saw him disappear as well?” His reply was, “I saw him too, and ran after him, he bolted.” I said, “But you caught him, tried to punch him, to get answers, and he disappeared as you were punching him? Then your fingers were bloody, and it felt as if you punched someone, only he wasn’t there anymore?” So I paused for a while waiting for a reply, and then this hit me, “Guess you knocked him into next week!" I was laughing uncontrollably after that. I started coughing I was laughing so hard. I’m still laughing about it now as I type this. He replies to that, “lol….yup……that’s weird.” I was laughing so hard, I couldn’t reply back for a while. I said, “Sorry, I can’t stop laughing after that ‘knocked him into next week’ comment.”<br /><br />Wow, food for thought. So is there truly something to these doppelganger stories? Were my friends seeing my doppelgangers or just someone who looked strikingly like me? I never saw any of these supposed guys that looked “just like you” as they described. People claim they saw mine, and people that I’ve talked to claim that they ran into their own twins, in their cases, their evil twins.cmachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10558743289507022121noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165943684763426563.post-29121148126047735872010-01-24T02:20:00.000-08:002010-01-24T02:23:06.178-08:00Hearing voices of family members that weren't home, continuedI talked with my spiritual advisor or whatever we want to label her with, which I hate labels. She believes that these events have something to do with telepathy. She asked what my feelings were, before she gave me her impression, on what may be causing these occurences of hearing someone from our family speaking to us. I told her it has to be some kind of connection that we have. In each case it seems there was an anticipation of someone coming home, or the entire family coming home. It has something to do with our connection to one another. <br /> <br />I have had multiple telepathic experiences happen in my life. In most cases, maybe all, I had a closeness, an affinity to the person that the experiences occured between them and myself. Usually it would be close friends, girlfriends, my wife, my family, and so on. The one's that woke me up to what was happening were the ones that occured at work, between me and my employees. Those occurences took it from, "I think this is happening" to "OK, something is going on here." Now that I've thought more about these things, when I was a kid, I very often would finish peoples sentences for them, and they would look at me odd. Sometimes even commenting, "How did you know what I was going to say?" Many times I would just think in my head what they were going to say, and they would say it. I think even with my sister and mother, they would ask how I was finishing their sentences, and I may have even said, "Well, I have ESP." It was a forgone conclusion when I was young, after hearing what ESP was, I thought, "Oh, I have that. That is what that is." <br /> <br />I think we are all picking up things using multiple senses at once and likely using intuition at all times as well, right along with our normal five senses. I think at times we are of heightened awareness and picking up things that would often be defined as paranormal or psychic, without thinking much about it. We are generally so entrained into the left brained logical mind of the beta mind wave state that we don't realize we are intuitively picking up things. It is all in our perception, most people's current perception doesn't include thinking at all about anything outside of our normal conditioned ways to think. Not much farther than the physical that they can use the five senses for, they attribute everything to or limit themselves to only that, nothing else is possible. <br /> <br />I know with my awakening, I've realized that this sixth sense isn't something that is seperate from everything else, but it is a part of it. I realize now that I feel and get a knowing of things, using my regular senses along with the intuitive. It is more of a blend, than it is some seperate thing. Sure now and then, you get a heightened impulse or knowing, that could be termed psychic. It comes in different forms, and at varying levels. Many times it is very subtle, and it seems even with those that are viewed as highly gifted, it isn't a clear vision or feeling, it is something they have to almost translate, to which rational or logical thinking can muddy the waters so to speak. I think the typical person believes that a psychic knows everything or something, or it should work that way. And if they can't prove themselves accordingly, then it isn't possible that they get any type of information. It is utterly amazing that anyone could get a knowing ahead of time about something that is going to happen, but since they can't do it right away on command, and know seemingly everything, then it doesn't exist? Wow, that is narrow minded, and limiting. I know the whole need for scientific, over and over to be "real", but many things we know exist, though they don't happen, just when we want them to. <br /> <br />To me people have experienced things, they know they are occuring, and it just becomes a part of them. They don't need a scientific law to prove it to them, they have the proof that it is occuring, they just may not understand it. It is again like ghosts. I guess according to "science" they don't exist, and can't exist, yet probably 85% of the people, likely more, "know" they exist, they have experienced the paranormal. It isn't a scientific law, but it is real, and going on. ESP, psychic, intuitive, metaphysical is really no different to people who have had experiences. They don't understand it, just as I still struggle with it, but I know it is happening, it happens all the time, and many times happens and I don't even think about it being intuitive, after a while it just becomes a part of how you function in this world. Often I don't think about some impulse I've had, I just go about my things. Then I may realize a day or two later, "Why did I know that, or follow that?" And then realize that I guess it was intuitive. <br /> <br />I tell you what, lately they have had some great Psychic Kids: Children of the Paranormal shows. They have really shown how these kids get the feelings they do, and how it is often a total body feel or use of all of the senses. Each person uses varying levels of things for their knowing. And some get a feel, some get a vision, some hear a voice almost. To me, I don't get a clear vision, I don't get a clear voice, but somehow, I just know. And sometimes it does almost seem like something is telling me, but isn't the same as an auditory voice. It is more like that voice in your head type of thing. Like you talking inside of your own head, not some other person's voice. It guess that is why we doubt the feelings that we are getting. If it was a clear, distinct voice that came through, we might follow it better. <br /> <br />Anyway, I'm tangenting a little. I don't feel now that my entire family having the experience of hearing someone else from the families voice or way of entering the house, has anything to do with a spirit or ghost. It is something to do with our connection to one another, possibly some form of telepathy or telepathic connection. All of us have shown intuitive abilities as well as telepathic abilities at certain times, so I think this is the reason behind it utimately. It is definately strange. I wish I had detailed reports of each occurence, but you write them off at the time, they are confusing, and with our level of experiences at both houses with ghostly type of things, you just figure it is the spirits doing something. I try to document things now, but I still don't type up stuff near enough. I catch the big stuff, and the small everyday stuff just happens, without thinking much about it. You just get used to it really, it is a part of who you are.cmachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10558743289507022121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165943684763426563.post-90916712728228599022010-01-23T09:34:00.000-08:002010-02-08T15:03:01.237-08:00Knowing that something was wrong with the airplane before our flightWe arrived by car at KCI airport in Kansas City Missouri on January 9th, late morning. Our flight was to leave in the mid afternoon, but we arrived very early to turn in our bags for the flight and then we sat in the waiting area for a few hours before our flight was scheduled to leave. Everything seemed fine to me, no issues, then probably 10 or 15 minutes before they began loading the plane, I got a strong feeling that something was wrong with our plane. I immediately wrote it off as just anxiety because I hadn't flown for a few years. But I got another strong feeling in my gut that something just wasn't right, something was wrong with the plane. I tried not to think much about it. I know that flying is very safe, and rarely does anything go wrong with a plane. It was a strong enough feeling that I mentioned it to my wife. I told her "I'm getting the feeling that something is wrong with the plane." She can attest to this, and has when I told my parents about what happened. <br /><br />So we board the plane a few minutes later, then we are just sitting there for quite a while on the plane, sitting just off of the runway. The pilot comes over the speaker and says that we are waiting for the de-icing truck to come by to de-ice the plane before we can take off. Was this what I was picking up earlier? I didn't really even think at that time, much about it, de-icing is a regular thing when it is below freezing. They de-ice the plane a few minutes later, and we take off, without issue. A few minutes into the flight we kept hearing a lot of loud noises under the plane, noises we hadn't heard before on previous flights. My wife and I looked at each other like, "What is going on?" Then again a few minutes later, more noises, so I said to my wife, "I don't remember it being this loud before when we've flown." She said, "It wasn't" <br /><br />Just after this I heard a lady a few rows up say that we have leveled out, we aren't climbing anymore. I also had noticed this and was wondering why we stopped climbing. We were flying fairly low, heading south over the Kansas City metropolitan area. A few moments later the pilot comes over the speaker and says, "We are having some difficulties getting the landing gear to go completely back up into the plane, we will troubleshoot the problem and get it fixed shortly." Immediately I get this feeling, "That won't work, it's not going to go back up into the plane, we will be going back to the airport, we can't fly with the gear sticking out at all." A few moments later, we hear some more loud noises under the plane. Then the pilot comes over the speaker again, "We are still working on the issue with the landing gear on one side. This may delay our arrival into Atlanta." So my little voice kicks in, "No, we are going back to the airport." It was less than a minute later, again the pilot says, "We've been instructed to turn around and come back to the airport. The landing gear is going down just fine, we won't have any problems landing safely back at the airport. They will troubleshoot the problem and then be back on our way to Atlanta." <br /><br />Well, this is strange as you can see. I over hear a lady speaking with the flight attendant saying, "Does this ever happen?" The flight attendent says, "Well occasionally things happen where we have to return to the airport." I could tell by the way she said it, that this type of thing doesn't happen. The same lady says, "Have you ever been working when the landing gear didn't work properly?" The flight attendent said, "No, this is the first time for me" This looked and seemed like a lady that had been doing this for quite some time. So the pilot had acted like we would stay on board, they would fix the issue and we would then take off, reaching Atlanta still well within our alotted time frame. I start feeling like, "No, we are getting off of this plane, this plane is grounded for the day." Then the pilot informs those passengers who were connecting to flights out of Atlanta to exit the plane. To which I get, "Yeah, we are all getting off of this flight." Right after I think that, the pilot comes back and says, <br />"I've just been notified, all passengers exit the plane, this plane is grounded for the day." Did he just say "grounded for the day?" Just as the feeling was relayed to me "grounded for the day" So the strangeness continued. It seemed everytime that a statement was made, I got the message somehow, that what was just said, wasn't what would happen. <br /><br />Then all the passengers were in line back at the airport after exiting the plane. They were saying that we would be scheduled for flights out of Kansas City going to Atlanta. Right after they said that to us, I get another impression, "We won't be on a flight to Atlanta today or tonight." Meaning that my wife and I wouldn't be on a flight to Atlanta today. Sure enough, the last flight going to Atlanta for the day, we were among approximately 20 passengers, who didn't get a seat on that last flight going to Atlanta. We did get to watch it exit the loading dock and move onto the runway. <br /><br />This is all weird I know, imagine being the one getting the messages. So they reschedule us on US Airways, from Kansas City to Charlotte. We land in Charlotte, and I told my wife, "They won't get our bags onto our flight tonight from Charlotte to Ft. Lauderdale." We land in Ft. Lauderdale that night, everyone is walking down to the baggage claim, and it hits me again, "Our bags won't be there." And I felt like "Why are we even walking over to the baggage claim area?" Sure enough, no bags, none for us anyway. We didn't get our bags until noon the next morning, just before we had to board the ship for our Cruise. <br /><br />I know, none of this makes any rational sense, but these are the facts, these are the messages that I somehow got along the way on our adventure from Kansas City to the Ft. Lauderdale airport.cmachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10558743289507022121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165943684763426563.post-2607638258899019152010-01-23T09:30:00.000-08:002010-01-23T09:34:27.816-08:00Ideas on hearing family members when they aren't homeSpoke with a woman about the incident where my son said that he heard me call to him and say, “Alex, Come down here!” Only I wasn’t home. She asked for my theory on what happened and I said it seems to have something to do with us each anticipating someone returning home, and then we heard what sounded like their voice, or we heard what sounded like them coming in the door, and even heard shuffling or footsteps. May be something to do with intuition or precognition, or some kind of connection that we have with one another. Sympathetic resonance possibly.
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<br />She said that yes, you are right on it. This has to do with telepathy, mostly. It could also at least partially have something to do with precognition as well.
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<br />The more I’ve thought about this, and the events that took place at our old house, the more I’m convinced that this wasn’t anything to do with a spirit or ghost. At the old house we had some spirit activity or ghostly phenomena, so I think when those things happened, my perception at that time was that it must have something to do with the ghosts or spirits that we had encountered at the place.
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<br />This latest event didn’t have the feel of a spirit or a ghost, not at all. My current level of perception and including the other experiences I’ve had with telepathy, it seems that telepathy or something within our minds because we are all connected as a family, has something to do with it.
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<br />Another strange thing to add here is that my son thought he heard me sternly call for him to come down stairs, and then to my unknowing, a few hours later, I returned home and called for all of my children to come downstairs, and I said it sternly at that time. He didn’t tell me about hearing me call for him a few hours before, when I wasn’t even home. He told me about it the next morning. But this could show precognition, that is a possibility as well. Maybe he sensed an event that would take place later, unknowingly, and it was so real and vivid, that it seemed like it happened.
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<br />I feel it has something to do with the connection that we all have, and very possibly to do with our level of intuitive ability and likely could have to do with telepathy. I’ve had numerous telepathic experiences in my life, some were quite dramatic. I played them off at the time, but I’ve been shown since that they were quite real. I’ve sent messages to employees at work, but stopped myself from saying something out loud, they were facing away from me, and turned and said, “What?” Then I say, “I didn’t say anything.” Then they say, “But, I heard your voice, I heard you say something.” I almost said something out loud to them, I thought it in my head and stopped myself. One guy even said verbatim what I started to say, and it was a weird off the wall sentence, with two strange girls names in it, way beyond coincidence or chance. I was shocked when he said it, I asked him immediately, “Why did you just say that?” He said, “I don’t know, it just popped into my head.” This popped in my head is the feeling that seems to always accompany these occurrences, like they were outside of our cognitive functioning, they just came in, and then we said what came in. Without knowing where it came from, with no thought process.
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<br />I’ve thought things in my head, shown no physical motion to doing them, no movement on my part, and then the person that I directed the thought to, then went on to do it. At the time, I just believed they for some reason thought to do that, I never gave much thought to it after it happened, it seemed odd timing or that they were thinking the same thing I was, but now I know it was telepathy. It’s one thing if something is going on, and something is the next step, or something needs done, and someone does it, it is entirely different when something is completely random as these events were. A thought enters my head, and then someone does what I was wanting them to do, right after I put the thought through my mind. It is like a cause and effect. As if I said something, and they reacted to it. Like if you punch someone, and they hit you back, cause and effect. It has been exactly like that. But I didn’t do any visible action, no speech either, but caused an effect or reaction. The timing was impeccable. Couldn’t have been more exact. I said something in my head, they reacted as if I said it out loud.
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<br />For instance thinking in your mind, it would be cool if they did this, and then right after you think that, the person does it, just as you stated in your mind. Like they are following your intention or wishes completely. It is tough to explain what I have experienced. To me there is no question anymore that this is happening. These things have occurred to me so many times over so many years of my life. I’m certain there would be hundreds, if not thousands of examples if I could remember every event that has happened in my life. But since my mind didn’t see these as anything worthwhile to remember, and likely since I couldn’t rationalize them at the time, the memories just faded away. They weren’t deemed important at the time. So make room for other more important things to store away. Just as the mind takes in millions of bits of information per second, but it only keeps like 16 bits of those millions, what is deemed of importance, the rest is tossed away.
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<br />When I was young, I would often finish people’s sentences. It started where I would finish them in my head before they would finish them, then it moved on to where I would stop them and finish their sentence. The really weird part here is that often the language they were using was above my current cognitive level at the time. Which shouldn’t really even be possible. As if I’m in their head or thoughts somehow. Weird, no doubt.
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<br />cmachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10558743289507022121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165943684763426563.post-84798972097320033482010-01-20T15:59:00.000-08:002010-01-20T16:04:29.642-08:00My son heard me tell him to come downstairs, thing is I wasn't home!I was taking my son to school this morning so he could lift weights. As we approached the school, he said, “Oh, I almost forgot. Yesterday when you were gone, I was upstairs and I heard you say, Alex, come down here!” He said that it was my voice that he heard, he had no doubt. He said that he came downstairs, thinking that I must have gotten home or something. He said that it sounded like I was sitting in the recliner, that I normally am sitting in, and that was where the sound came from. He was surprised to see that I wasn’t there in the recliner, and he went walking around the house to find me, and then he found that my truck wasn’t home, and I was no where to be found. I asked him if he was certain that it was my voice and he said that it was my voice, it wasn’t someone elses. <br /><br />This is a strange event no doubt. This is just a few weeks after the disembodied voice that my daughter and I heard, but this goes much deeper than this. This has happened to all of us in my family, where we hear the voice of one another, but that person isn’t home. This is the first time it has happened at this current house that we live in. It happened to all of us at our last home. <br /><br />Numerous times I would be in the basement of our old house, on the computer and I would hear my wife holler downstairs for me. I would go upstairs, and no one was home! It even went as far a couple of times where I heard the entry door open on the main floor above me, and I would hear feet shuffling across the entry way, and the door closing, as if my family was home. Then I wouldn’t hear anything more, no footsteps across the floors of the house like they had come on in. Which I would immediately question, like “What the heck? Why aren’t they walking across the floor?” It was as if they had come in the front door, and then just stood there not moving. Then I would go upstairs, and no one was home. I remember one time I was so convinced that my wife had come in the front door, to carry in groceries, which she would do sometimes instead of bringing them through the garage door. I was so convinced she had been home, that I asked her when I saw her, if she came home about 15 minutes ago and then left. She said, “No, why?” And I told her that I swore that I heard her come in the front door, and then nothing more. You get used to someone’s distinct sound of how they come in a door, and it sounded just like it was her coming in, but then no one was there. <br /><br />So one day I got home, and my wife told me that she was on the computer downstairs and she heard me open up the door at the top of the steps and holler down for her, calling her name and then she heard nothing. After a few minutes she came upstairs, and no one was home. This spooked her a bit, and she asked me about it when I got home. I said, “Nope, I just got home. That’s weird!” Our son says that the same type of things happened to him, his bedroom was downstairs, and he said that numerous times he was downstairs and would hear either my wife or I call for him, then he would come upstairs, and no one was home. I’m pretty certain as well that he says he heard us come in the garage door or front door as well, he would hear footsteps, and the door open and close, and then it got quiet, so he would check it out, and we weren’t there. <br /><br />After the first few times of these things happening, it definitely made me wonder what was going on, but I didn’t think much about them, I was just confused. Generally there would be large gaps of time between the occurrences, so you don’t think much about them because of that. But when this happens so many times, and now it has happened at our new house, it really gets my mind stirring about what is going on here. We aren’t hearing someone else coming into the house, or calling for us, we are hearing the actual sounds and voices of people in our family. I’ve heard my wife, she has heard me, our son heard my voice, so what is going on here? I was contemplating this just a few minutes ago. It seems in every case that one of us has been alone in the house, and the party that they heard, they were expecting home at any moment. Then it seems like about 10 minutes sometimes more before the person or people return home, one of us hears them either come in the door or holler downstairs for them. <br /><br />It is like an anticipation of them coming home or something. Maybe a subconscious worry or something about them returning, or someone is feeling lonely or scared at home by themselves. I wondered about it being some kind of residual energy at first. Maybe something that builds up in the matter of the house or the walls or something. But it doesn’t seem to be a residual effect. I guess it could be a residual energy together with the anticipation in our minds that someone will be returning soon. It seems to be the person we anticipate returning home it is that person’s voice that we hear or the their particular footsteps that we hear coming in the door. <br /><br />I believed that my wife and kids were going to be home soon, and then what I hear is them all returning home, coming in the door, and the distinct sound they normally make coming in the door. When I’ve known my wife will be returning home before long, I’ve heard her call downstairs for me. She knew I was coming home, and she heard me call downstairs to her. My son yesterday believed that I would likely be home before long, and he heard me call for him. Very strange indeed. I don’t know that I’ve heard or seen other reports of this type of thing, but I have to believe if it is happening to us, that it happens to other people as well. <br /><br />I have to wonder if it is some type of strong premonition that somehow we are manifesting on our own. My whole family is very intuitive, maybe that is why this is occurring. I’m searching, trying to look for all possibilities to narrow this down. After this last event, I know without a doubt it is occurring. All doubt and trying to just write it off as before, is gone. So what is happening here? I won’t stress about it, but it really makes me wonder.cmachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10558743289507022121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165943684763426563.post-51196150646180011282010-01-08T15:41:00.000-08:002010-01-08T15:55:07.430-08:00Email posting 1/8/10 Energy, Subtle energy, etcI talked with a woman last night, she was discussing the whole thing about not being involved with lower energies. I completely understand. Dealing continually with lower energy will bring down your own energy level or vibration. <br /><br />Definately as this journey continues for me, I realize a lot more about the energies of people, and it helps me understand things and people much better. Not that anyone is better than anyone else, everyone is just in different areas of vibration, and what they are dealing with for their journey. I've always been a watcher and taking in everything in an environment and situation that I can. Trying to understand the motivation from people, like what their agenda is, and I guess without knowing I was feeling things and energies more than I had any idea that I was. I knew about ESP from a young age, but I viewed it as just the premonitions and psychic type of stuff, not really the intuition and feel, and the empathic nature of it. Until fairly recently I didn't realize how empathic I've been my whole life and how I was feeling the energy around me. It explains a lot about my emotions over the years and why I was different than seemingly everyone around me. Mostly from how I felt, when around what is considered darker energy people and how it would affect me. <br /><br />I've had situations of dark energy so bad, that my nerves were shot, like my system was just shutting down or something. I couldn't take the energy that I was feeling from the environment around me. And this wasn't something that was even directed at me, but I was in that energy environment. That was a weird feeling to say the least. I had to get out of there, as fast as possible. It was if I was short circuiting or something. <br /><br />I definately see how lower energies effect me, and how it can be very, very subtle. You have to really pay attention to things from many angles. Even things or people that seem like they should be positive from a left brained perspective, there will be subtle signs that I need to pay attention to, that things may not be what they seem from a logical perspective, I've even received the signals, but my human nature is to give people the benefit of the doubt. I try to respect people and understand that they are human, just as I am, and that we will all make mistakes. Also that I may not agree with what they believe, and they may not agree with me, and that is OK. I guess, I just find learning and growing in all situations, but I have to know when it is time, that someone keeps showing me lower energies, that I need to not deal with them as much, not so involved, or even allow them to just fade away, and be OK with that.<br /><br />The great thing is this, at this point right now, I have the confidence in guidance and spirit, that I don't have to have anyone else, if that is what it would come to. My awakening started with it just being me (and whatever guides and spirit was there), being guided to things, and serious synchronicities. I also know that everyone will have a different path, there is no perfect path, that everyone can follow, and get to the same place. There are many paths that lead to the same discoveries, and to the same place, each may be a completely personal thing, that works for them, and no one else. I know this from how I came to the same knowing of things, that was in such a different way than others were coming to it. It was shown to me in a language that I would understand, and through things that I have interest in. I want to share things with people, but what I share, they may get a lot from, or they may not get much, or it may be a small seed planting that will grow when they come across something else on their own and they remember this seedling that I dropped off. I like the thought of everyone gradually awakening each other, showing the proofs that our human physical existence needs. It should help to speed up the process and it gets me excited to help people awaken, even if it is just making them start questioning things more, and researching more. Some people just plain don't want to awaken, or search for the truth, that is their free will choice, and I have to respect it, I do feel bad for them in a way, but it isn't my job to convert people or violently shake them into awakening. It is frustrating in dealing with people who are stuck in such a left brained, incomplete view of things, but some small things I can say, may be better than getting into some long drawn out discussion where the "I'm right" and you are "wrong" eventually plays out. Like the old saying "You can lead a horse to water....." <br /><br />Before I forget, I'm leaving Saturday morning, and won't be back until late the following Saturday night. My wife won a cruise to the Western Caribbean, Key West, around Cuba (over the Pyramid!), Grand Cayman, Jamaica, and then past the Bahamas and back to Fort Lauderdale. My wife also won the trip to Pheonix where my Awakening was kick started by an Astrologer that I met with. I knew when she won the Phoenix trip that this was something for me, that I was going to have something amazing happen. I also knew that the astrologer reading was that amazing thing that would happen. So now I have to wonder what this Cruise is all about (maybe a past life memory, could be a number of things). Both of these trips were Grand Prizes that my wife's name was drawn. The Pheonix trip was likely out of thousands upon thousands of entries, it was from all of the Home Show events around the country, and was the Grand Prize. The chance of winning had to be astronomical. When my wife read the choices of Spa packages we had at this place, I didn't like any of them, when she said, "Astrologer" I got serious sensations, and I tried to talk myself away from it, and something wouldn't let me, I was getting, "No, you will have an astrology reading." My wife kept saying for days, "Are you sure?" I said, "yep, no doubts" I did astrology and acupuncture and nothing would have been a better experience at this time, than those choices. <br /><br />Thanks for listening<br />Cmaccmachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10558743289507022121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165943684763426563.post-50020034418212368752009-12-23T18:26:00.000-08:002009-12-23T18:46:55.133-08:00Disembodied VoiceWell, with all of the Ghost hunting shows on television, it is likely anyone with any belief at all about ghosts and spirits, or anyone who has had their own experience will likely know what a disembodied voice is. For anyone who may be wondering what a disembodied voice is, well, it is a voice that is heard, but the person who said it, isn't in their body anymore. "What?" Well, a spirit that has moved on, or the popular name, a "Ghost" they don't occupy a physical body on this plane of existence any more. A disembodied voice is one that is audible to the human ear, that someone or multiple people at times hear the voice. So a voice that is heard and no physical body to go along with that voice from this physical plane, and it is audible to the human ear, then it is considered a disembodied voice. Not to be confused with an EVP - Electronic Voice Phenomena, which is a voice captured on an audio recording device of some type, whether a digital recorder or audio from video footage, that wasn't audible at the time of the voice phenomena's occurence, but was picked up on some sort of electronics.<br /><br />The following is what I experienced in my home while sitting in my office at my desk. This took place on 12/22/09.<br /><br />This morning about 9:30 I heard a woman speak. It sounded as if she was outside on the sidewalk, about 15 feet from the front door and just outside of my office. I clearly heard a woman fairly loudly say, “Hello?..... Is anybody home?” I thought someone was on the sidewalk, and fully expected to see a woman standing there. I was wondering why wouldn’t she just ring the doorbell, but sometimes when the garage door is open, people will come in the garage, so I though maybe that was it. So I went and opened the front door and was looking for a woman there on the porch or the sidewalk, there was no one I could see. So I looked out to the driveway, to look for a car of some sort, and again nothing. I walked around outside and saw nothing, no one around, so I looked over to the neighbors houses because the sound carries around here especially from across the road. No one, not one person outside at all, no signs of any possibility of someone from a neighbors house causing the event. And it was very cold, so It’s not like someone had their windows open. It is way too early for the mailman to be delivering, and the UPS and FedEx people never come this early. The voice wasn’t coming from far away anyway. It was more like from the corner of the room, or just outside of the walls of the house.<br /><br />I came back inside, and my son was sitting in a chair in the living room. I said, “Did you hear that?” He said, “Hear what?” I said, “You didn’t hear that woman?” He said, “No, what woman?” Then my 7 year old daughter said, “I heard her.” I said, “You did?” She said, “Yes.”<br /><br />So, I walked into the kitchen, just knowing that I would find a woman standing either in the garage or just outside on the driveway, but the garage door was down, it had been closed this whole time. I knew then pretty certainly, that it was a spirit of some sort. I had that feeling hit me pretty early, because something was odd about the voice, and the whole scenario. I went back to the living room and I asked my daughter where the voice came from, she thought that it came from over by the kitchen. But the TV was pretty loud and she and my son were sitting pretty close to it at the time. My son was watching highlights on ESPN, and there were no women on the show at the time, so it wasn't a mistaken voice from TV.<br /><br />My oldest daughter swears that she heard a woman speaking as well, so two of us heard something, and I swear that I heard a woman saying, “Hello, ….Is anybody home?”<br /><br />Then my oldest daughter was standing on the welcome mat by the front door, probably 3 minutes after the initial voice that we heard, and swears she heard a woman say, “Are you here?” That is when she got scared, and I could see that it was genuine, and I was convinced completely at that time that she was telling the truth, and that we did both hear what we thought we heard.<br /><br />I went upstairs and asked my youngest daughter if she heard something, she hadn’t, and I asked if the game she was playing could have said those words. She said no, and my older daughter said, that her game has never said those words, and she would know, as much as she has played it, so it couldn’t have come from the game. I was exploring all avenues of debunking, and there was just nothing, no logical explanation.<br /><br />The girls were a little rattled, so I spoke with them about it, and explained things, and I grabbed the digital audio recorder, I thought that letting them use it and attempting to talk with the spirit would be a way for them to ease their fears. Not that we would catch anything necessarily on the recorder, just to help them really. And it very much did ease their fears, it was awesome. I haven't checked the audio that they took, eventually I will, but they kept wanting to record, and it was neat listening to them trying to talk to the spirit.<br /><br />Whether we captured anything on the digital audio recorder or not, doesn't mean much to me. I do know what I heard, and my daughter thankfully heard it as well. I know to the skeptics they have to have that proof, but they debunk, the debunking, so I'm not concerned. They will get their experience someday if they choose to pay attention and keep an open mind to all possibilities. Far too many people that I know have had experiences that cannot simply be explained away and the numbers are growing and growing.cmachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10558743289507022121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165943684763426563.post-50369253439599519092009-12-09T06:48:00.000-08:002009-12-09T08:46:17.023-08:00Soul frequency and VibrationEverything has a frequency, were you aware of that? We think about frequencies maybe when we tune the radio in, or maybe not even then to most people. Frequency is one of those things that effects us at all times during our day, yet we give it no thought at all really. But everything is frequency, everything vibrates at a certain frequency, everything around you right now, is vibrating, though undetectable to our senses, unless you are extremely sensitive to frequencies. Generally we need equipment to detect the frequencies around us. But likely there are things effecting you that you yourself could detect if you learn to sensitize yourself to it. Maybe in fact you are detecting them, making adjustments and choices because of them, only you don't realize it.<br /><br />Why are you drawn to certain things? Could it be that you resonate to it and its particular frequency? Maybe that certain someone and yourself resonate at almost the same frequency, could that be the reason for the attraction? Or maybe why someone that you normally wouldn't consider yourself drawn to, but for some reason you are, maybe they are at your same frequency vibration. Something to think about for sure. <br /><br />We all have our own unique frequency signature, kind of like having a fingerprint, consider this our frequency print. It is ours alone or is it? There may be someone or many someones with similar frequencies around you, maybe not exact to yours. So likely your particular frequency is your soul signature. So what about your soul mates, or people from your soul group? Do they have the same frequency, or some portion of their frequency that you all share in some fashion? It is interesting to ponder about. <br /><br />First of all what is a soul group? This could be the first time you've heard about this. Supposedly a soul group is a group of people that you seem to incarnate with, possibly over and over. You interact with these people in your lifetime and learn specific lessons from them, or you have the opportunity to any way. <br /><br />A soul mate is any soul that is a member of any one of a broader group and anyone that touches your life. The net effect of a soul mate on your life will always be positive, even if you cannot see it at the time. Over time this will be shown to you, and you will understand it, if you choose to that is. People often have the notion that a soul mate relationship will be the 'ideal relationship,' full of harmony and love. However, a relationship with a soul mate is more likely to be challenging! <br /><br />The reason that a soul mate turns up in your life is to show you to yourself. Let me repeat that, the reason, that a soul mate turns up in your life, is to show 'you,' ......to yourself. That is the purpose of all human relationships. You learn through viewing in the mirror so to speak, you see yourself, your actions, your ways, through them. The Law of Attraction works in every aspect of your life, and therefore each person drawn into your life is there through vibration, and nothing else. They are present because your vibration and their vibration are matched in some way. And your vibration will vary throughout your day according to many factors, happiness, sadness, illness, etc. etc. So by law of attraction, you will draw like vibrations to your current vibration. Which will help you learn and grow. Hopefully to raise your vibration. That is, if you choose to face this challenge, if you avoid it, then you will likely lower your vibration and/or frequency. <br /><br />So just imagine for a minute, or think back to a relationship you had, where you believed that you and another were so much alike, that you 'got' each other, that you knew them, and they knew you. Was it challenging at times??? Likely, yes. At times things will seem so right, because you are so alike, and thinking and feeling the same things. It feels like bliss or home. Then other times you will see parts of yourself, that you don't like, that may cause conflict. You may see that something is wrong with them, but maybe something is wrong with yourself, something is being shown to you. Will you face up to it, or run away from it?<br /><br />We want to grow. It is confusing when we meet the person of our dreams, fall happily in love, and believe that this is our soul mate, then have to pick up the pieces a few years later when the relationship breaks up, or the person you so dearly loved turns out to have some problems or traits that you don't care for. Even though, after all of that, this was your soul mate, and you have many of them. <br /><br />When we enter into each lifetime we have so called agreements with other souls, maybe double digit numbers of other souls. You offer things to one another. These souls could be your children, friends, husband, wife, or your worst enemy, your boss, partners, all sorts. We each have free will choice so we may create paths that take us in many different directions, and is likely why you have to have agreements with so many different souls from your soul group or or even larger groupings of souls. <br /><br />The universe works on the principle of vibration, so you will bring in the vibration that you need. Just as Law of Attraction shows. You will attract and be attracted to people who share your current level of vibration. In a relationship, you may meet and share a vibration at first, but along the way one or the other may learn the lesson from that relationship and therefore their vibration changes, and the two no longer can sustain a relationship, so the other is no longer necessary in their life. And they move on. People will continue to come in and out of your life. That is the way that vibration works. <br /><br />There will be many people come into our lives and there is a compatibility in vibration, and a connection. They may be from your soul family, soul group, or a larger group you are involved with. There is some sort of connection and therefore vibration. You have similar goals in this life and maybe multiple lives. You may have never met on the physical plane, but you may know each other in the non-physical plane. We spend a lot more time in the non-physical than this physical plane of existence. <br /><br />So what about our parents and siblings, why are they in our lives? Your parents and your children are your soul mates, you not only know them, but you have chosen to work with them to achieve growth. All souls enter this world by agreement with both parents, even if both parents aren't around all the time. Your siblings and parents are likely members of your soul group, but not all will be some will be members of your larger soul groupings that may number in the thousands. <br /><br />What about this thing about being an "old soul" or a "young" one? According to what I've researched young souls generally come into families where they have quite a few known souls to them for familiarity and for feelings of security. Old souls however may be born into families where maybe only one member of that family is well known to them and even that known soul may just be a soul from a larger group and not their immediate smaller soul grouping. This choice is made because older souls are concerned with introspection more than anything else. They may be preparing to teach or to become a leader. These souls need to experience the feeling of being 'the odd one out', which leads them more to self-examination. <br /><br />Greater self-examination will lead to more emphasis on self-acceptance. Which is a big part of soul development. Mastering self-acceptance is one of the biggest goals of incarnation in the physical plane. Learning to love yourself, would be an expression that would be pertinent here. <br /><br />Why is it our nature here on Earth to search for our one true love? We all search for acceptance. We feel like one true love will accept us without any conditions, loving us unconditionally. The search for this is in fact the search for self-acceptance. Every relationship provides an opportunity to know yourself. By knowing yourself, you learn to accept yourself, and to love yourself. "The one true love is self-love." <br /><br />When you learn to give up resistance and allow things to be as they are, "As you allow everything to be, as it is, God can work through you," you will be one with the Source, with God. What does this mean really? Just allow. Just allow. Give up the resistance, allow things to come in, and work through you. You may not always understand what or why, but just allow. <br /><br />Hopefully you gain some understanding through this particular blog, maybe it answered some questions and I'm certain that it stirred up some memories and meaning.cmachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10558743289507022121noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165943684763426563.post-32408180443440081762009-12-07T14:22:00.000-08:002010-01-08T16:33:10.103-08:00Activ8Well, this was something that I felt was too good to keep from sharing it on my blog. Activ8 is a substance that people should just know about, and if it sounds like it could be of service to them, then great, if not, then that is perfectly OK as well. Some of you may have heard about Activ8, but likely many of you have heard of what it is generally known as White Powder Gold.
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<br /><blockquote></blockquote>I was told about this website from a dear friend of mine, so I checked it out. And I want to share on my blog here about the site <a href="http://www.theblueemerald.com/">http://www.theblueemerald.com/</a> I took the liberty to condense from the site their description of Activ8. So I changed some of the wording in order to condense it, but it is mostly their own words, so give credit where credit is due, but I want to share this so that people can read about it, and if interested, can order some from the blue emerald.
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<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></blockquote><blockquote><span style="font-size:100%;">White Powder Gold (Activ8) It activates inert coding, to get silent DNA activated. It can be used through ingestion or it can be worn around the neck over the solar plexus region (between the heart chakra and solar plexus). It is aptly named because activation is precisely what happens to you, the 8 represents the infinity symbol. Once it’s blended with your own internal alchemy it becomes something marvelous and precisely specific to you.
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<br />Once in your proximity it begins the process of seeking the fictions that stand between you and the Truth, and phasing them out. With the dissolution of falsities what is left is a truer and truer you, the platform from which you move towards your fullest potential.
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<br />It is not necessary that the removal and/or transmutation of these barriers be experienced on a conscious level. You may just wake up one day thinking differently. Or you may go through a reliving of the pains of an emotional event that installed the false thoughts or fiction to begin with. Users report that their world is different every, sometimes profoundly, as they move deeper into the experience of the activations. Most users, feel something profound almost immediately.
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<br />These falsities, these programs, they’re hung up in your system of being, including the course of your body, often manifesting as disease or other discomforts. Purification is about removal, and once such “programs” are no longer hung up in your system of being, then your body can begin to tap into dormant resources, resources you didn’t even know about. Your physical and mental energy reserves will be a marvel for you. At the same time, your chakras will get opened, balanced and tuned, and your crown chakra will open and lay the groundwork for your blossoming Cosmic Consciousness.
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<br />Ingredients: Activ8 contains alchemical gold, indium, titanium, boron, selenium, phosphorus, silica and sodium, some of which is bicarbonate, which gives Activ8 powder a slight baking soda taste. Because the powder is the result of the painstaking growth of crystals, which then oxidize into a fine white powder form, the powder is generally considered to be the more powerful form, but many users use both. There are presently three forms of it: half gram and one gram white powder in a simple vial necklace to be used in bathwater preparation and/or to be worn around the neck at the solar and/or heart centers - Activ8 Powder may also be ingested, but wear it for a while to attune your body to it a companion "water" for the powder in ½ ounce
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<br /></span></blockquote></span>Well, hope everyone enjoyed that, it may be something some of you have heard about or wanted to know more about, so take what resonates from it, just wanted to put it out there.
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<br />Update: Do some research on White Powder Gold, since blogging about this, I've found some good sources who claim that WPG if ingested should be done in small quantities, don't overdo it. More of a good thing, isn't always good. Also be CERTAIN of the quality of the White Powder Gold, especially if ingesting it. Even one alchemist with years of experience producing these products says that he doesn't use White Powder Gold, so do your homework on this subject. Don't get so caught up in the claims that do something that could be doing more "harm" than "good".
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<br />cmachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10558743289507022121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165943684763426563.post-77462083501679156092009-12-06T04:01:00.001-08:002009-12-06T05:00:32.601-08:00More on my awakeningWell, my awakening or reawakening as it may be has been going on now for over 2 years. I really wish that I would have journaled it all here along the way. With my mind so crammed with information it is tough for me to remember in much detail things that have happened. After all our brains take in millions of bits of information per second and we only sustain like 16 bits of those, and then those eventually fade as well. So I guess what I'm saying is that in order to present really good documentation of the strange occurences that I've experienced over the last two years, I should have been typing them down as they happened. <br /><br />But other than accessing the Akashic Records, there is no way for me currently to go back to make that happen. But I still want to start from here, and type up my mind ramblings and things going on. I will incorporate things from the last two years here and there. <br /><br />Growing up I was a very left brained person. I was driven to make the top grade in the class at all times. I always thought it was to live up to the legacy left behind from my much older brothers and sisters. I had to live up to hearing about how smart they were and how good they were at sports. In reality it was probably more to make up for other insecurities that we pick up along the way. <br /><br />However with this very logical mind, was also a lot of tough to explain phenomena. In the form of knowing, and feeling things. I didn't know as a child that I was any different than anyone else. I just thought that I was pretty normal and that everyone goes through what I'm feeling and experiencing. No big deal you think. It took years and years of conditioning in this world to the seperation they promote of us all to realize how different that I seemed to be. Fortunately, I guess, depending on how you look at it, I found ways to fit in completely. Mostly through playing sports. When you are good at sports people look up to you somehow, and want to include you in things. It is probably of a huge importance that sports were available in school, otherwise I may have really stuck out as different. Sports was kind of a balancing product in my life. <br /><br />I pretty much know now that all my life I've been an Empath, I would easily pick up on peoples emotions. I thought that I was just a very emotional person as a child, and it could still be part of it, but there is much more. I was picking up on other peoples feelings very easily. When I allowed myself to feel I would pick up on others emotions. When they were sad, I would feel sad. The people I was around, I would take on their personas almost. I go back through events and can see this now. Even coaches for sports, which is strange to me to think about now, but looking back it makes a lot of sense now. So what happened, I learned to not look people in the eye, wasn't because I didn't like them, or that I didn't care about what they were saying. It was to avoid picking up their feelings and emotions. Because it could be really draining. I still to this day don't look most people in the eye. I only came to realize why about 6 months ago. Now people have said that they notice this, many just come right out and say it, and I explain to some, why this is. <br /><br />Very negative people or people that are mad, and especially those that are violent, I cannot be around that energy. It will literally make my nerves go crazy. I just have to get away. It is just so hard for me to understand why they are so angry, how people can get so upset. But more than that, it is the energy that I take in, it feels so awful. It is not love, it is not what I'm used to. Of course I think most of us would choose feelings of love over negative, hurtful energy. But this would effect me all the way down to the nervous system at times. <br /><br />It is good to know today, that I am an Empath. It doesn't seem to be to the level of some that I've seen on TV but it is there, and it definately helps to know this now. I think in my life, it has made some people think that I was sort of cold to them, by not looking them in the eye, and so on. That wasn't my intention, but I know that I did have to seperate myself from people somewhat in order not to take on their feelings and emotions. I understand why they would take this as meaning that I didn't like them or something. I even had some people ask me if I didn't like them. I just told people that I'm hard to read sometimes. But then with some people, I can look them in the eye most of the time, I feel completely comfortable in there presence, these would be people that are calm and full of love. I see my daughter dealing with these things quite a bit right now. She needs to be in that good energy, she can't deal with people that are angry, selfish, or mean spirited. It just doesn't register with her, and I think she too is an Empath. Maybe to a much higher level than myself. <br /><br />The words aren't flowing today, like some days. I'm not really certain where to take things with this blog. I just feel like I need to start typing things out. <br /><br />My awakening seems to have started from a very synchronistic event, that could even be termed fate or destiny. It was a weird thing that brought it all about. My wife had attended a couple of home show type of events in the city. Unknowing to me, she filled out a few cards and put them in the boxes for the giveaways that they had. Well one day the phone rings, which I usually don't answer the phone, if I don't know the number that is calling. But I answer the phone, and they ask for my wife. I told them she isn't here, can I take a message, the tell me they are from some prize company something and that my wife entered their drawing and won a spa package. So I'm thinking she won some $50 spa thing in the city, one of those things where they get you in the store and give you something free, then you end of spending a bunch of money there, when you go back numerous times after that. So I tell my wife about it, and give her the number to call. They tell her that she won the Grand Prize for an Owens Corning sponsored giveaway. This was the National Grand Prize, from all the entries across the nation, from all of these hundreds of home shows or something. Thousands of entries, and her name was drawn. What are the chances right? Then to add to the weirdness, I use and purchase Owens Corning products with my company that I own, there was no collusion I assure you, just another weird synchronicity. So this is like a $6,000 all inclusive trip, airfare, lodging, food, the spa packages, and so on. The Spa was the Sanctuary at Camelback Mountain, Phoenix, Arizona. I guess a lot of movie stars and hollywood types go there, and it was awesome, let me tell you. Well beyond anything I would have ever experienced in my life. <br /><br />So we get two free spa things at the place. They offer tons of messages, deep tissue, all these swanky things. My wife goes online, and we are trying to choose the two that we want. She goes through almost all of them, and I'm thinking, "go on, no, not that." As if something was telling me to keep going. So I ask, "Don't they have anything else?" And she finds a page where they have things like Acupuncture and other Asian type of treatments. Well, when she says acupuncture like bells and whistles start going off in my head, so I said, "Yeah, I'm doing acupuncture." She was like, "Are you sure." "Yeah, for sure." Then there were a lot more pages of messages and such. I was getting a little bummed. I said, "There has got to be something else." Then she found this link for "consultations" And there is was "Astrology" I knew that was it, no doubt about it. I was having an astrology reading. My wife said, "Wouldn't you rather have a message?" I said, "No way." So we scheduled it all. And away we went. I had this feeling right after seeing the astrology thing that this whole thing was fated for me to have this astrology reading. I didn't know why, but it kept coming to me. I kept trying to shrug it off, as "crazy talk", but it was being shown to me, I just knew it. Can't explain it, but I felt like she won this trip, for me to meet with this astrologer, which doesn't make sense I know. <br /><br />I go in to where they told us to check in for our treatments, they pointed me towards a locker room, to wait there, and the astrologer would come to get me. So, I'm waiting, and waiting, and then a guy comes in, I knew it was him, and he looks at me and says, "Craig". I got up and walked out of the locker room. I noticed right away this guy was extremely, overly excited. He said, "Oh, we have so much to talk about, we have to hurry." He kept on that we had so much to go over, and not enough time to get it all in. He was acting like a little kid, so excited. I was thinking, what is up with this guy, does he act like this with everyone? Normally, I'm pretty quiet, and keep to myself, but I had to know what was up. So I ask him if he gets this excited with everyone. He said, "Oh, no, you don't understand who you are, Craig. We have a lot to talk about." It was getting weirder and weirder by the second. <br /><br />Well, for now, long story short. The reading was amazing. He knew things about me that no one knows, not even my mother, not my wife, no one. He did touch me to the soul level, and that is where my awakening began. I knew right away that something had been tapped into, and all the feelings that this trip was for me to meet with this astrologer were confirmed. I had so much going on in my head, I was trying to remember as much of what he said as possible. I didn't take notes, and I had a digital audio recorder, but out of respect for him, I didn't use it. So I scrambled afterwards to scribble down on a small notepad at the spa, all that I could remember. It was truly mindblowing, but all that he said resonated on such a deep, deep soul level, it was amazing, and as wild as some things seemed, I knew they were correct, and I had to heed them. <br /><br />It wasn't long after getting back that an incredible journey began, with synchronicities and a guided learning tour full of research and understanding began. And it was in high gear as if time was short to learn and remember.cmachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10558743289507022121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165943684763426563.post-78380654023280175572009-12-05T15:25:00.000-08:002009-12-05T16:05:05.027-08:00My awakeningWell, my whole life it seems I've had strange experiences. When I was very young I had premonitions in my dreams. I always knew from the time that I first heard about ESP in the 70's that "I have that". When I heard them describe what it was, that is what was going on with me. Of course any time that I shared my experiences with my parents they would just say, "Oh you have a wild imagination!" That is fine, but what do I do about these dreams that I have, and then the exact things happen in real life a few days later??? So naturally, I just tried to push it to the side, and hope they didn't continue to occur. <br /><br />I remember the first one, that showed me that something was up. I had a dream about a small plane crashing, I remember what the plane looked like, and I remembered the number on the back fin of the craft. Then within a week I saw the crash on TV, and the fin number matched my dream. I was thinking, "What the heck is going on, I saw that in my dream?" Way too much to handle or understand for like a kid under the age of 8 years old. I don't remember exactly how old I was. My most vivid occurence of a dream coming true occured when I was 8 years old. One night I had a dream about my sisters apartment in Columbia. Thing was, I was 8, I didn't even know that she lived in an apartment. But I had this dream. I saw the apartments as we drove up, and I remember my sister answering the door, and I could see the contents of her apartment. Then I found out like the next day, or maybe a couple of days later that my parents and I were going to Columbia to visit my sister in her new apartment. First I had heard about it. So we head to Columbia, and I spotted the apartments before we got close to the turn. "Those are the ones from my dream!" I didn't say anything to my parents about the dream, they would just say I was imagining things anyway. So we are walking up to the apartment door and it was just like my dream, to a T. Everything looked just as my dream. Then I knock at the door and my sister answers, again like the dream, but not shocking. Then as the door came open, I got that weird feeling come over me. Everything was just as in my dream in her apartment, all the way down to all of the little nick nack stuff. Talk about freaking you out at 8 years old. I had no idea how to rationalize this and no one to talk to about it. <br /><br />Now, years later I have spoken to my sister about it and I told my mom about it. My mothers comment was this, "Well you always did have ESP, I knew that a long time ago." And to validate that for her, when my mother would call at times I would say, "such and such died." She would reply, "How did you know that?" And I would say, "I don't know, I just knew that they died." <br /><br />For years I tried to block out and logically rationalize my weird knowings and synchronicities. Generally I would say things like, "Wow, that is a weird coincidence," and just write it off. Now looking back it would be nice to have a journal of all of the occurences, because there would be enough for a book by now. <br /><br />Just over 2 years ago my awakening began, and the synchronicities and strange things occur now on a daily basis. Knowing that a certain person is sending me either a text, an email, or about to call. When the phone rings, knowing who it is that is calling almost every time. I think about someone, and then they contact me. Telepathy, this has occured numerous times throughout my life, and I really wrote these events off at the time, as just coincidence, or minds that think alike or something, but now I know better. Mostly I have been a sender of telepathic things, but recently it seems that I'm now receiving as well. As thoughts pop into my head with no thought process, and I just say them, and by the reaction of people around them, it seems they were just getting ready to say the exact phrase that I just said. <br /><br />At my work, I would be ready to say something to an employee, they would have their backs turned to where they couldn't see me, and I would think the thought in my head, and stop myself from saying it at the last moment, and then the employees would turn and say, "What?" So I would say of course, "I didn't say anything." They would look at me funny at first. Then a few months later, after saying "What?" They would say, "I heard your voice!" And I would say, "I didn't say anything." One day was the clincher though, I was thinking about a certain phrase, and it had two female names in it, and I said it in my head in a certain way, just before saying it aloud, I stopped myself. About 30 feet away, one of my employees had his back to me, didn't notice that I was about to say something, and he turned and said the exact phrase I said in my own head, he said it aloud to everyone. He even said it in the same context that I did, it was identical, only he said it, not me. I immediately said, "Why did you just say that?" He says, "I don't know, it just popped in my head." Whoa, what is that all about? And the two female names were off the wall names, they weren't people we knew, I was making them up. I was trying to remember the name of my wifes cousin. And these two names came to mind, which were no where near her name, and why I didn't say them out loud. <br /><br />Upon realizing that these things are really occuring, the telepathy stuff. It sent me thinking of past events where people seemed to do things that I was thinking, that I wanted them to do. Once again, I passed them off as weird coincidences. But many were too detailed and the timing was incredible, like just after I thought about something, then they did it. Some of these events just can't be passed off as anything but telepathy, it is the only explanation really. When someone does something exactly the way you were going to ask for them to do something, but you didn't say anything, and then they do it, and immediately as if I had said it aloud, something is up with that. <br /><br />Then I've had people tell me that "You have telepathic abilities." One of my employees straight out told me, "You talk to me." I said, "What?" "You talk to me, with your mind." Then he pointed at his head and motioned as if I was sending him things from me to his head. I've had four different employees now that have made comments showing me that I'm sending them messages telepathically. How I'm doing it, I have no idea, but it is happening. <br /><br />Well, enough for this post. <br /><br />Cmaccmachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10558743289507022121noreply@blogger.com0