Registered User posts: 2 (12/20/00 3:03:45 am) Reply | Edit | Del All Hastey's Ghost Stories -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My first experience that I had with a spiritual force was back in the Fitzroy High Rise Commision flats (where I grew up in Australia) - I grew up there for 13 years as a kid and the thing that sticks in my mind is my experience. I used to feel a presence in my room, a dark presence of someone being there - watching me and trying to instill a fear in me - and let me tell you it did. So intense was this feeling that it almost felt I was being physically touched. The occurance of such encounters were spaced to once a month, all aorund the same time. I tried to explain this to my parents and it was dismissed as an over eager imagination. I remember at the age of 13 I went on a long discovery of finding out the history of our particular flat - to some how put sense to this. I was to discover that infact someone had been stabbed out side our flat, but not the actual resident of the flat - the person being a male and the spirit I was feeling felt like a male. Did it turn me into a raving lunatic requiring a straight jacket, far from it (although a particular nurse might agrue that point ) It gave me an indredible thirst for knowledge - for all things spiritual and enexplainable. I was obsessed with ghost stories, spirits and mysticism - tribal cultures really fascinated me - did they know of a world that we just plainly dismissed as nonsense becasue science could not explain it (mmmm thinking about Dana Scully).

My second encounter (and I have had a few) was back when I was 18 living in Sydney (Australia). I was renting a room of this lovely ederly couple - the lady was slowly dying from cancer, the house she never left. The were wonderful people and cared for me alot - I was a total stranger to them. Upon returning from work one afternoon, I walked into the house and the house was filled with family - I could feel that the vibe was very sombre. The old man approached me and in a frail voice he broke the news to me, me heart sank into my stomach and I was speechless. I look back to this and I think to myself why didn't I say something, something comforting but I couldn't. Anyway for the next two weeks I could still feel her in the house, but not as a fragile old lady - but as someone full of joy and life. I got a very welcoming and warm feeling - as if to tell me don't worry I am free and happy. Still grieving from the loss I was also happy. After the two weeks the feeling/aura/spirit was gone - the house felt empty as it always did. How do I explain this, I can't. Am I mad - maybe, all I can tell you is what I felt. It has given me the belief that we are spiritual beings, that we do move on after death - and it has helped me cope with the death of some-one very close to me. I explained this to my dad and he told me that in Mecedonian culture it is believed that a person's spirit does not leave a house for two weeks - coincidence or is there some truth to this? *insert twilight zone music*

I have many more experiences to share when I get the time to type them.

Thank you for your patience!

hastey

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hastey Registered User posts: 3 (12/20/00 3:06:22 am) Reply | Edit | Del Re: Hastey's Ghost Stories -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This is going back in 1990 when I was living in Sydney for a year. We had made plans back then to go out to a night club called hot Gossip in Wollogong (stop laughing I was only 19 and stupid ) It was a group about seven of us, but one of my mates had to work that night and would be running late - so being nice people that we were, we said we would wait for him down at the beach in Wollogong until he got there. There is a car park there that we always used as a meetup spot.

Anyway, he left work at about midnight and made his way down to wollongong - half way there on the side of the road he noticed a lady walking in an old style victorian dress - without much thought he felt compelled to pull over and ask the female if she was ok. Now according to him she hoped into the car and not a word was said, he drove off continuing his trip to wollongong. He reached wollongong and made his way to the car park we were wating at, he slowly drove past us (alone in the car for what we could see) and totaly ignored us, as if we were not there - as if no-one was there. After travelling around wollongong he made his way back to Sydney and in the same spot he stopped and let the woman out of his car - no words again said, no words said for the whole experience. He then proceeded to make his way back home and went straight to bed - he woke up thinking it was a dream for starters - thinking he had gone home straight from work and into bed. It was when we mentioned how he ignored us that he really got thinking and exploring this experience.

He went through the normal crap of no-one believing him and thinking he was mad. He even went to the extreme of getting pychological help with the result being a clean mental bill of health. He has done the same trip over and over again to gain some more insight into the experience, and put his mind at ease.

hastey

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SAR01 ezOP posts: 558 (12/20/00 1:29:43 pm) Reply | Edit | Del Re: Hastey's Ghost Stories -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- WOW....Hasty! thank you so much for this stories, I had a few impressions, but am on a tight scheldule now, will definately get here later tonight.

WELCOME to Inner Connections!

-- SAR01 (rauch01@yahoo.com), March 13, 2001