|12-02-2013 11:51 AM|
|jeff_in_rc||X a million! You have been missed my friend.|
|12-02-2013 12:59 AM|
|YJmaddness||Incredible! Welcome back. You have been missed here!|
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|jeepwayoflife||I'm glad you're back! I love hearing about your experiences. Truly amazing.|
|12-02-2013 12:13 AM|
I was thinking of Harmony today, I was thinking of the many conversations we had and the experiences I had after I met her.
After our first meeting in which she mediumed for me, we talked over the phone every once and a while and I remember texting her about frequencies of events picking up speed, she had a saying “like the lash of a tongue, words, like spirits cannot be undone”. It always intrigued me what that meant, but I guess what she was trying to say is the farther down the rabit hole you go the more you can never go back. This was when Harmony truly saved my life.
I worked at JCpennys at the time and was often put on the late night closer’s, I hated it but it paid the bills and in my life I have always been happy just to have a job. I remember the coldness that would hit me when I left the building at night, the doors would open and it would feel artic, my hair would stand up, and the chill would cut through me. Several times co-workers would comment on it not being that cold, and generally even the chicks would give me a razz over my “pussification of the cold”.
Its like when things are second nature you brush them aside, I had, had these feelings before, the rush of energy the change in temperatures, these have always been tells for me. But I just thought warm building, cool air, and it was fall/winter at that time. But what I noticed was my peripheral always caught things, it wasn’t objects or necessarily even people, but the shadows would move, the way an object was lit would change when I walked by, at first you think its just being tired, other times you think its your neurotic mind… But I remember the night it changed, it was actually the night before Thanksgiving, this day I hit the doors and the feeling was cold but changed, it was like oppression, it was as if not only the wind cut through me but like I was growing really tired. I got in my truck and fired it up, turned the heat on and just took a breather, it was like I was shutting down, my hands froze, my eyes were heavy. For some reason I felt like this was spiritual, my thoughts raced to my worthlessness, all that I hadn’t done, how I was a loser, how life wasn’t worth living, how disappointing I was to my parents and I heard as my voice said these were lies but a voice that was also mine said it was not. I remember calling Harmony, my calls were rare with her, we talked sporadically, but not weekly or even monthly I would say. I remember the phone didn’t even finish the first ring when she picked up. Before I could get out anything she asked where I was, and I said I had just gotten out of work, she quickly told me to get to a lighted area and hold tight she was going to come to me. I assured her I could drive but she rejected the idea. I told her I was on the 4th floor of the parking structure and she immediately shrieked, she told me to park my car under a light and OUT of the structure.
While on the phone my head started to feel like it was going to split, she continued to talk but told me to get to a lighted spot, I drove my truck to a parking spot directly under a parking light but I kept saying my head was getting worse. I remember she asking if I had a bible, at that moment everything went south, sight was gone and the highest pitch ring let out in my ears, a persistent pitch of high ringing. All I could do was hold each side of my head, the pitch constant, high, and unbelievably painful. What felt like an hour was stopped suddenly with 3 quick raps on my window. Harmony had driven to me. I unlocked the door and felt incapacitated. She grabbed my head and just looked into my eyes. I remember the tears welling in my eyes and running down my cheeks, the pain was incredible, and then I felt wet on my forehead, salt on my tongue and the ringing continued, but muffled words were coming in as the pitch continued, but the words were not something I could understand.
My vision started to come back, at first it was black, it was pain, it was uncontrollable, then came shapes, and I could see the curls and grey in her hair, it looked like a mop was infront of me, but her words continued, but beyond the grey hair was only what appeared to be a whirlwind, as if I was stuck in a washer machine the outside spun, the ringing head changed to screeching.
Ill never forget her words, “Honey, your gonna have to help me from here”, the whirlwind stopped and behind her stood 4 shadows, Harmony’s face came into picture but behind her stood these entities. “Can you see sugar?”, I said I could see her but 4 figures stood behind her. She asked what they looked like and I said black, I couldn’t make out hoods, or clothing, faces, all of them lacked detail. I started to feel some power come back, her hands still grasping my head. I closed my eyes and with everything I had, “In the name of Jesus Christ and with the conviction of the Holy Trinity, I COMMAND you to declare yourself”. At that moment I felt like the last of my energy was gone, like the sick feeling when you simply cannot go any farther. The 4 entities fell into each other and one remained.
A hiss let out and the voice that spoke sounded as if it was a labored through that of rasp. I heard the voice say to me, “we are hear for the light”. I felt Harmony shake me and ask, what did they say, to which I reiterated to her. But as I got to the end of telling her, my voice caught, as if someone had cut off all access to vocal cords. I weezed, but I felt oppression, my body started to feel very cold again and the cold hit my chest and started working its way out. I remember the lights starting to dim and all I could do was mime to Harmony that I needed help, whatever it was it was stronger then I and I was feeling the will to give up. “I am worthless, I am a disappointment” I remember hearing in my head, by my voice, and this time I was agreeing with it. But the silence of my mind was broke by a new voice, by Harmony’s voice, it was not from my ears but from within. YOU ARE NOT WORTHLESS, GOD DAMNIT. You know its bad when something is trying to oppress you but an old lady talking in your mind makes you nearly piss your pants. The hiss let out again and now the voice I heard was also inside, and what was very much a battle for my life happened as I sat back 3rd person. I heard latin as it was spit from the voice and refuted by Harmony. I would come to and go away in this battle, I felt just like I had when I was little and my appendix burst, like the drugs they give you, the cloud fell in around me.
“YOU CANNOT HAVE HIM”, I heard Harmony scream, the voice hissed and shrieked. My sight came gradually and I was no longer in my truck, in fact I wasn’t even in the parking lot. The walls began to form and the ceiling was covered in popcorn, the surroundings started to seem familiar it was at that moment I realized I had my sense of smell and it smelled of sage, I was back at Harmony’s. my back flat on the ground I noticed what surrounded me, salt, in a hastily made circle I was surrounded by salt, standing over me was Harmony, in what seemed like a bellow she screamed, “Daemonis ad infernum cum his iam sibi animus”. (back TO HELL with you Demons this soul has been claimed).
But their response was as cruel as it was cunning, “Utrum anima pretium filia? suavis est caro, sed deliciis erit” They asked whether I was worth that of her daughter, they bragged about the sweetness of her flesh, but commented that I would be a delicacy. Through this whole experience Harmony never waivered, she had never showed a sign of weakness, she only showed that of protection, care and concern. But even I knew they had found their hold, her voice shook for a moment, the determined voice that had bellowed in a battle inside my mind no longer felt the backing.
My face turned to look at Harmony and our eyes locked, she batted her eyes where the tears had begun, and then she broke contact with mine. My face turned to the entity that sat outside of this circle. It looked like black haze, like a single stream of colored fog, twisting and turning but staying the same in overall shape, like bottling a tornado just to watch it move.
There was a slight cough, a catch in her voice and then the sternness was back, “id quod factum est, quod anima non potest repeti, quod est anima, et virtute patris, filii et spiritus sancti, quae ego loquor ad te, et sanguis Christi ex hac puella. Non excepit illum in cogitationibus illius magna.” In short, that soul can never be reclaimed, but this was has already been claimed, in the name of the father, son and holy spirit I banish you back to hell, you are not welcome with him, the plans for this child are great.
It was like someone socked me in the stomach as I doubled over in a long-winded gasp, like a newborn taking its first breath. The air felt fresh and Harmony grabbed me, As I sat there I had so many questions, the Entity screeched and imploded like a dying star. I remember looking into the eyes of Harmony as they caught mine, a small smile crept across a face that showed nothing but fatigue. Her hand gently patted my head. And what may seem creepy to some was completely soothing to me, we sat and rocked, embraced, like a protective mother over me, I had no idea what was happening, or had happened, this was a completely new ball game. My eyes caught the window ceil and I could see the sun was well on its way to breaking the horizon.
I got off work at 11pm, I called her at 11:09 on my truck clock.
I remember asking how long and she smirked, “TOO LONG”. I felt as strength slowly entered me, we worked from the ground to her kitchen table, she cooked breakfast and poured me a glass of OJ, I caught the numbers on the clock, 7:17 am.
“Your Daughter?” I asked
the coffee pot chimed and I remember The face that met mine, one that had relived a nightmare, one that was filled with joy and sadness all at the same time.
“Soon, Honey, But not today, today is a day to be thankful”
ill try to finish the second half tomorrow
|11-23-2013 11:21 PM|
|SirRyan||That's exactly what it is.|
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|11-23-2013 09:14 AM|
Saw this yesterday trail riding in the hills and hollers here in Tennessee. Caught me off guard to say the least.
|11-15-2013 06:57 PM|
|Rrampley||Awesome read. I had read thru this a few months back and it has more than doubled in size. Finished reading all the stories and events! Haven't put my phone down all day. Love this thread! Makes me realize those strange things happen to others too. Not too strange with me. But my house and my old dog give me the creeps sometimes.|
|11-04-2013 12:28 PM|
I know exactly what you are talking about with the seeing something in a dream and it happening later! It happens to me also, and I had just tried explaining it to my family (who was awake) when we we were driving. About being able to know what comes next... but when it does happen I get all choked up like literally, not sure if just because I'm so surprised that I knew what was coming or what but, there reactions were basically that is interesting and you'll have to let me know when it happens, but I could tell they really need an example to believe me, I'm still waiting for that chance. I just let them know the other day and its been happening for, as I remember, about 2-3 years.
Cool to see someone else that this happens to!
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|10-28-2013 09:16 AM|
I have a weird and creepy story from THIS morning... I wasn't on a trail but was in my Jeep.
On my way home from dropping off my daughter at school I heard a weird air noise, turned the stereo down and it sounded like breathing! No one else was in the Jeep with me. I figured it was a vacuum leak or the vents or something so I turned the stereo back up and continued home. When I got home and walked around the Jeep to get back inside I noticed a breath mark on the back window!!
There is one particular stream flowing through fort wayne that actually seems to have a lot of paranormal activity associated with it. That stream just happens to be the half way mark between my house and the kiddos school. Totally creepy.
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|10-27-2013 02:47 PM|
Not trying to blow up the thread, but I got some pics of the mine in my post above. If you're ever in juneau ak, google the perseverance trail. Trail starts just outside of town and the mine is very close to the trailhead. It's creepy as hell on a bright sunny day, it'd be cool to walk in at dusk.
Also a recent story from my brother. He was watching my dog while I was on vacation. I have a retarded boston terrier that is absolutely fearless. He's great, goofy and all around awesome with people but he doesn't tolerate other animals. He's not a barker or posturer, when he sees another animal he just charges in. He's had fights with bigger dogs, raccoons, tried to charge a black bear in my back yard even! (Luckily the screen door was closed and I closed the main door before that escalated to something bad)
With that all said, my brother was walking him in the AM before work in his seattle neighborhood. As it does around 5am in these parts it was foggy. They got a few blocks away from his house and all of a sudden the fog gets THICK. My bro said it was eerily quite, but it was 5am in a quiet neighborhood. They walked on. Then my dog just stops, freezes. His ears go back and he looks scared. He tries to walk forward but mackie isn't moving, at all. Just sitting there not wanting to move.
Then my brother's hair on the back of his neck stands up. He's in the video game industry, and he said he thought he was in silent hill or something. He stood there listening for a few moments but it's still just absolutely quiet. So he backs up and the dog follows. Headed RIGHT back home, walk time OVER.
I'm not sure if there was actually anything there or not, but when in doubt, always trust your dog....
|10-26-2013 10:12 PM|
|Highlandman||My father-in-law and I were riding the main road between Glasgow and Lynchburg, VA. On one of the pull offs, a car with out of state plates, was parked in the middle of this large pull-off. It was the middle of the day. This guy was on top of a girl having some afternoon delight. They were both stark naked. When we pulled up, her eyes got real big and he was kissing her trying to reassure her. Pretty funny, since they were not trying to be discreet.|
|10-26-2013 12:01 AM|
Lots of crazy stuff here!
No close encounters or supernatural stuff, but I was trail running a few months ago in alaska. Nice hot day and as you go up the first part of the hill temp drops like 15 degrees and there is the entrance to an old mine straight ahead. Walked in, it was gated and locked, but that cold wind blowing and the blackness up ahead was spooky as hell.
Went on a side trail on that same run like 8 miles into nowhere. Found an old overgrown brick site of some type, not sure what it was for. Fresh bear shit as well. It occurred to me that I could disappear from this place and no one would ever know what happened.
I've also spent a little time in ghost towns in southern nevada. Found old graveyards from the 1800's with open graves (animals, thieves?), driven through a semi-populated ghost town (lida NV). In one old abandoned house I found candles with nails driven into them and occult markings on the floor. Another just had lots of old cans and newspapers. Something about the head and climate gives it this strange stillness and quite. Sometimes it's peaceful, sometimes creepy.
|10-25-2013 11:46 PM|
So my buddy worked at a yuppie ski/summer lodge in the Sierra Nevadas years ago here in California.We were both in our 20s and single. I worked in Los Angeles and would go and stay with him every chance I could. Fun weekend at a high end lodge for free and winter wheeling( I love 4wheeling in the snow ). One of his duties during the winter was to run the snow cat and groom the cross country ski trails in the middle of the night. Well I would tag along in the snow cat and drink beer while he had the piloting job. One night we were out, a few miles from the lodge, grooming away in this narrow valley. It was about 1/4 mile across from peak to peak left to right with the trail right down the middle. The peaks of each side of the valley couldn't of been tall, maybe 100' or so. Snow covered pine trees flanking us. As all know, up in the mountains at night, it gets real dark. Only the lights of the snow cat showing the way. So up to my right clearing the peak is a real bright green light. It slowly travels across the valley scanning around. Its moving slow, like a helicopter would, yet no noise or rotor wind. My buddy stops the snow cat and we both stare at the light. It just keeps moving slowly from right to left scanning with its light. It finds us and focus's it's light on us! I start to hit my buddy in the side saying " What the F--k is that?!". He says nothing. The light keeps moving across the skyline focused on us until it reaches the peak on the left. When it gets to the left peak, the light goes out and disappears. I am really freaked out and keep asking, what was that?! My buddy wont answer. He just starts to drive forward and we go on.
Nothing the rest of the night.
But my buddy would not talk about it. He just kept saying " SHUT UP! I DONT WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT!"
To this day, I don't know what we saw. I just know it was not a helicopter or a plane.
Still a little freaked out.
|10-25-2013 06:33 PM|
Lovin' the banginggears stories.
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|10-24-2013 06:41 PM|
|sprkplg08||nothing to crazy just a few jawa's and sand people.. just another day in wheeling in Tatooine|
|10-24-2013 06:14 PM|
This thread is pretty awesome!
This story happened to a friend of mine but he was not the type of guy to make something up so I believed him.
I was on a canoe trip up in Canada with a couple of my buddies. Our guide was a native who was very superstitious and claimed to communicate with the devil. At the time I was not very religious so I did not believe him. That night we stopped at a cabin the forest service had built for hunters to use. We chose the cabin because a storm was supposed to blow in that night and a cabin sounds a lot better than a tent. That night when we went to bed, everyone had fallen asleep, or so I thought. Just as I was about to go to sleep, I saw a dark figure sleep out of the door, he had the same build as our guide so that is who I assumed it was. As soon as he left, the storm started. It was really bad, wind blowing, hail, and tons of thunder. I couldn't sleep so I grabbed a book that a friend of mine had read and said it was good. It was by DC Talk about marytyrs. As I was reading by flashlight, I noticed a faint glow outside. Assuming it was our guide coming back, I disregarded it. I went back to reading my book. All of a sudden the rain stopped. My flashlight flickered and went out. I could still see the glow outside. Suddenly there was a big clap of thunder that startled me. I put my hand against the wall. The wall was warm, like human flesh. As I pulled my hand away, it was covered in a dark, liquid like substance. I started praying, not knowing what else to do. Another clap of thunder followed as the door swung open and the guide entered. He walked into the room followed by three shadowy forms. When they entered the room, the air became still and I was paralyzed. Suddenly the forms withered and disappeared and the guide fell onto his knees and then his sleeping bag exhausted. Out loud I asked for protection from Jesus and the lights in the cabin suddenly turned on. Out guide glared at me, not wanting to reveal anything and everyone else in the cabin woke up. For the rest of the trip the guide was sullen and very guarded.
When ever my friend told me this story, he also showed me his book that he was reading that was blood stained. This experience is partially why he became a Christian and still scares him today.
Grindingears your stories are awesome! Post more please.
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|10-23-2013 03:53 AM|
My story may not be on par with y'all's but it scared the bejesus out of me.
About a year or so ago I lived in the fraternity house I belong too. It's an old house dating to the late 1800s and is separated into 3 apartment sections by brick walls. At the time I was living on what we called the presidents side with one other roommate. As the house was located on the edge of the ghetto just off campus, gun shots were pretty common to hear in the middle of the night and there's a lot of crime around there like our neighbors being burglarized and cars broken into.
We would always joke it was haunted as sometimes you would hear footsteps in the attic and on the second level when the house was empty but always just figured it was our imaginations. We even gave her the name Sarah saying she was a old frat rat that couldn't get enough. (I know, twisted)
But me and my girlfriend of the time were startled awake by something slamming heavily into my door knocking over a coat rack and sending wood splinters into the floor. After a few minutes it happens again scaring the the hell out of us. I figured it was a fraternity brother and started yelling for them to stop and it does for about 10 minutes. Then another slam but this time it almost knocked the lock off the door. At this point she becomes frantic and I'm about scared shitless.
I hit the light and grab my .40 off my dresser and chamber a rounding announcing I'm armed. The slamming becomes much more frequent to the point where the lock began to break off the door. As soon as that happened I decided to fire a warning shot through the door at the floor. The slamming immediately stopped and the lightbulb in my ceiling light popped and went out.
I turned my lamp on that sat on my desk and slowly opened the door only to find nothing but a hole in the floor. My brothers from the other rooms in the house came rushing over at the sound of the gun shot and came through the only door out. All the windows were locked and secured and to this day I refuse to sleep in the house over night.
|10-22-2013 11:43 AM|
|Abdul-Hakeem||Wild dogs are a serious danger in the desert, you should always have some sort of weapon even if it's just a stick. Imagine getting stuck with a pack of those wolf-like dogs around you. They also ambush. They are terrible, they will go after children if they don't see an adult, I've watched it nearly happen.|
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