Question of the Day | 10/10/2008 12:00 am
Do you believe in ghosts? Have you ever had an out-of-body experience or felt an otherworldly presence you couldn't deny?

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I’ve felt presences before (but only my father’s, I think) and have had countless experiences that were more than mere coincidence, but as far as seeing actual ghosts? Nada. I guess I just don’t hang out in the right places! Otherwise, I’d hate to think I’m too dense to sense otherworldlies…
I do want to stay at this allegedly VERY haunted hotel in Austin next February called the Driskill Hotel. (And take a haunted-whatever tour next time I’m in New Orleans.) Maybe my luck will change!
No, have never had an out of body experience. Yes, I have to absolutely unquestioned vivid visitations, both lasted a few seconds each. If the 6.6 billion people on the planet could all say in unison to me “Didn’t happen.”
My response would be “It most certaintly did.” No question whatsoever.
Never a out of body experience. However, I do feel my mom visits often. I have a music box of hers and sometimes it just plays. No one is near it or touches it, it just plays. My dogs look up at the music box and tilt their heads. That’s when I know she is checking up on me.
I’m like Whoopi…yes, yes, and yes. I think that anyone who has had cancer as many times (7 primaries) as I have over the past 19 years has had all of the above. Maybe it is because of sheer terror or the drugs or both. In addition, my mother and I also have had dreams involving each other since my childhood that have come true. CA
CA. Off the subject a little. I had my bladder removed and replaced with a neo-bladder last year due do cancer. Afer finding a lump, I had a mamogram yesterday and they found 2 tumors in my right breast. A a biopsy is scheduled on monday and I am just terrified. I didn’t know that more than one primary was as common but have recently heard of 2 people with this diagnosis. How is seven possible?
You must be so strong. I am already ready to throw in the towel. What a wimp I am
Diana, Congratulations for being a cancer survivor! You have joined a very large club with a lousey membership fee. I understand how terrified you must be. Having cancer once would have been enough for me had I been able to make the choice for myself. You understand that cancer can occur again in one of two ways. Metastasis (cells from the primary cancer finding their way to another area) and, a new primary site cancer completely unrelated to the first. Your oncologist will determine from the biopsy which one is ocurring in your breast (or if the lumps are even malignant, meaning not cancerous). So don’t get ahead of yourself and think positive, or if you must be cautiously terrified.
‘How is seven possible?’ In my case it comes from bad genetics. My mother and genetic father both grew up in an area of the country that has been determined to be a ‘cancer cluster.’ The combination of rural farming, coal mining, and oil wells have all contributed to unhealthy soil, water, and air. I only know of two members of my entire extended family who have not had cancer. Sadly, that same toxic soup has produced a genetic flaw in the brain and we are able to trace back five generations with ‘Essential Tremors.’
I come from a family of really strong women. I guess you could say I am strong, but I prefer to look at it as stubborn. During my very first diagnosis I was around forty years old, and had never been in a hospital or had a major operation in my life. I was more afraid of than anesthesia than the cancer. In that case ignorance was bliss. Since then I have become educated to a fault about each new diagnosis. I have sought out the best Western medicine available to me (doctors, treatment choices, support systems). I also sought out Eastern insight and treatment (meditation, accupuncture, Tai Qi, Qi Gong, yoga). Most importantly I looked inward to my faith and beliefs. I chose ‘life’ even if it required sacrifice. When I made it through my first cancer I realized that I was given my life back for a greater purpose outside of myself. It is for that purpose that I believe I am a survivor. If only for me to tell you that I understand your fear and that I am living testament that you can continue life beyond cancer(s).
Lastly, I want you to hold on to your sense of humor. Don’t forget to laugh! Humor and laughter are very healing. Don’t let your friends and family treat you like you are dying. Make them laugh with you. Make them be part of your joy. Help them to understand that just because you had(have) cancer, doesn’t mean that you ARE cancer. Please enjoy every minute of your life.
If you haven’t read this book, I suggest you do so. “The Cancer Conqueror. An Incredible Journey to Wellness” by Greg Anderson. If you have never been to the American Cancer Society’s web site, you should. There is a link that will take you The Cancer Survivor’s Network. It is informative, it offers a live chat, discussion boards, and an endless supply of resources. Diana, I will add you to my prayers. CA
before i seem an idiot—-do you live in an area of trees? i’ve seen a native-american method save even those given weeks. i’ve seen it work, even over the net—-you don’t have to believe—just Act.
Gulliver, Practicing Qi Gong and Tai Qi both recommend that the exercise be done near or under trees and near water. I’m sure one of the benefits is that the air would be cleaner to breathe and join as a purer life force. You don’t seem an idiot. The more we embrace our life forces the better we will become in health and mind. CA
it’s rather simple—-may We ‘eat’ starlight? no, we rely on plant-life to do that—-we are impossible w/o them—-so it comes down to ‘who-needs-who’? then it gets tricky, for most people, tress are ‘inanimate’ scenery—-yet botanist/biologist have shown them to be +/- ‘slow-animals’. paul davies’ points out, our ‘senses’, vision, hearing, touch, etc., are not dependent on ‘eyes, ears, other senses’ are frequently seen in dreams, hunches (the basis of scientific-method)—-to assume plant-life is not aware of animals? that is idiotic—-
‘symbiosis’ is a common thing in nature—-the ‘yucca’ cacti may not survive w/o its symbiotic ‘wasp’, nor the wasp w/o its plant. when a child, i was fascinated watching bees hover about plants—-both needed each—-when i moved to the Mojave, i found myself amongst ancient plants—i was broke—-i did not ask god for help—-i shouted to 1/4 million year-old plants, as if they were people, ‘Help me, I’ll help you.’ by seeming coincidence, 6-month’s later? my 1st fortune—-
the ‘tech’ i have seen work—-you don’t have to believe, just act—-if you’re in real trouble, find a tree, that you ‘feel’ good about—-understand it may see you, hear you—-make that pledge—-and mean it—- see what happens—-for yourself—-
gulliver, Since we are both have experienced desert life, have you ever become victim of the ‘jumping cactus’ (the cholla)? I have. You are speaking to the choir when you mentioned plant-life as +/- ‘slow animals.’ CA
not sure—-you need to define the experience—-i do know i used ‘uncontrolled-experimental method’—-and found every time i went to the ‘ancients’, cursed then out as mere madness—-i lost $$$—-overnight—-what do you refer to?
still wondering on ‘the Cholla’—-did i miss your reply—-wOw pops so many duplicate mails in my in-box—-cheers
g f, sorry I just came on line for the night. My reference to the cholla has to do with the fact that they are a cactus that has the ability to sense motion. They will move to grab a hold of the moving life form with hook end needles and the only way to remove them is to cut them off at the skin level and wait until the rest of the thorn grows out of your skin. Mine took about six months to fully surface. I didn’t consider my cactus experience to be anything close to a spiritual experience. ( was just trying to interject a little humor) CA
my ‘discovery’ on plant-life was such—-they have a ‘secret-science’ which ‘somehow’ allows them subtle ‘control’ of ‘probability’—-it seems strongest on things such as ‘wind’—-so i rather imagine the cactus didn’t ‘jump’ on you, but used ‘wind-control’, so it seemed so—-no difference actually, the ‘will’ of the plant is at the heart of the matter—-no matter the ‘method’. i have found this most obvious whilst asking questions of palms, conifers—-remember, they are ‘slow’, yet the fronds of a palm, after asked, within a minute or so, either ‘nod’ yes, or no.
how? beats me me—-why i term it ‘secret-science’—-sorry to say those who think such ‘madness’—-it’s classed as ‘perhaps-eccentric’. so many things we’ve yet to understand—-so many—-
Yes, yes - several times. But, they were citical times in my life - several during breastcancer years - and they didn’t come back after that, darn it.
For starters, with breastcancer when I was told the 2nd day after the first mastectomy that the pathologists had found malignant cells in the lymph I slid into shock (having earlier been told things were all clear, but they used a new staining technique on the cells that NIH told me about prior to this time, and it did its job). I recall my middle child, a new mother, sobbing and saying, “But, doctor, what does this mean to my mother - I don’t understand your words….” I had a wonderful male nurse who gave me a strong sedative by IV so I was drifting off as my surgeon and daughter embraced me. With her tears flowing, my daughter stood up and told me that she was going to call her siblings. By then hoarse from crying, I remember her voice rising—“Mom, Evie is here! She’s here with us, there – she said you will be all right….” and more I don’t recall. Evie was my closest friend who had died several years before, a diabetic, who had been given steroid eye drops that caused liver failure – a terrible death. I hadn’t even thought about her during that time. I asked where my beloved friend was. My daughter saw her clearly on the other side of my bed, near the foot—then she didn’t see her again. I counted on her, after that.
This daughter is not prone to admitting anything that isn’t absolutely certain — and she dearly loved my friend, and vice-versa. I often thought that Evie was there for my daughter, too. I’ll post another one. This wiped me out. ;-)

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