No, I don’t believe in Ghosts. I do believe in ESP. When my mother was alive we would call each other and we had just been thinking of the same thing at the same time. We were 800 miles apart but I always knew when something was wrong. I could feel it. I would call and, yes, she was just trying to call me. My bestest friend since grade school — she and I have ESP. We will e-mail each other at the same time on the same subject. We call it the do do do do do do factor. We even put music to it!

I went to a psychic once, when I was in my 20s, and upset about my current boyfriend, job—my life. I was careful not to let the woman know anything about me. She stared at my forehead for a long time (others have told me I have a third eye—I’m not sure exactly what that means) and she said precisely one sentence that calmed me down and allayed my confusion. To this day what that psychic said (I am not repeating it because I am superstitious) has held true.

Oh James……i could write a book—-but I won’t. First of all for Joni——I do believe in ghosts, and I do believe in the spirit world. and I have gone thru my very own NDE (dropped 50 pounds—poof—just like that in the ER —woke up 3 hours later, but do not recommend that method of dieting) , and I really tried my best to stay away from this discussion—-because there is so much to talk about, and so little time for me today, in my other non-wow world…. but I really am thrilled that this topic is ALSO on the WOW boards, along with politics, and other heavy duty thinking. Ever since I was a small child, and I mean 3-4 yrs old, I believed there were ghosts. My grandfather, the minister, had a sudden heart attack, and then he was gone! He used to sit me on his lap, and IN SPITE of the rest of the familys’ wishes, give me a piece of gum. All I had to do was talk and chew gum at the same time, and since I had a naturl, in-born gift for that, he gave me my first success experience in being who I am—-and not what someone wanted me to be. I have since given up gum chewing, and it happened about 1 minute after I saw myself chewing gum on film… My grandfather came to visit me often. A child, who has not yet been ‘conditioned’, I have learned since, can easily sense and see, when there is a spirit being nearby—the movies Harvey, and 6th Sense addressed the happenings, albeit scary, in 6th sense, but when a child has a special invisible friend, I never pooh pooh the idea as nonsense. I recall a dinner party once, where one couple shared with us about thier child, at the time 5 yrs old, who was in ‘therapy’ because of all his experiences, which they shared—- they initiated therapy for him—not because they didn;t believe him, but because they did, and his visitor was scaring him, and they were hoping to help him adjust and accept. As to your Bible references, James, there are ALSO references to the spirit world, as a good thing—‘the Holy Spirit’ or Holy Ghost, is a part of the Trinity, and astrology—-the 3 wise men were looking at a conjunction of Jupiter and Saturn, if I recall, to know somethig special was happening. Whether it is a myth or truth, it does show that people looked up to the sky, on a regular basis, to help them determine what to do next—-like plant the crops, or reap the harvest, for example. And that was done well before astronomers got involeved. My mother used to visit, soon after she passed—-whooshing in and out of her bedroom—-my dad and I could both see her cloud. I have had clouds up at the ceiling inside my home, lingering for an hour or two…..then POOF! gone. I have had prophetic dreams, in color, to warn me or encourage me, or to show me the way, and how I was doing., and once to show me that a guy was actually more comfortable as a woman. It was almost 2 years after that when he ‘came out’. While meditating one Sunday afternoon, as a participant in a weekly global meditation, I ‘flew’ around to all my friends and relatives homes, all over the country, and paid them a visit. One reason why I so much love Europe, is because they too, believe in ghosts, without shame. Not only is it well accepted in England, but in the High Steppes of France, near the Swiss Border, is an area of spiritual and yes, even mystical opportunity to meet with the ghosts of ancestors. Same in Sedona, where many believe they have seen the ghosts of Indians surrounding the medicine wheel, located on one of the valley areas of the mountains. I have been to all three, and more. It is not just crazy sinners that believe in ghosts—it is every religion—everywhere in the world, and some of us, have been blessed to see them and talk to them, and learn from them.

I haven’t had any contact with ghosts, but do believe that it’s possible for a person to be allerted to danger by other worldly beings and I also believe in guardian angels. My oldest son had a very close friend who died in his early 20s. Just a few days after he died my youngest son, then about four years old slipped and fell through the railings on our deck. Only his head caught between the boards. He could have died from strangulation or from the fall, but something made my husband rush to check on him just in time to keep either from happening. I will always believe it was Fred who told him to go check on him. In another instance, a good friend of mine was fighting a losing battle with cancer in another state about 500 miles away. I had gone out one evening to run an errand and have no recollection of most of the trip home. I later learned that my friend had passed away at that exact time. And perhaps the most disturbing example that I’m dealing with right now is that my mother, who will be 99 in a few weeks, keeps telling me about these very realistic dreams she keeps having where she’s with my dad and her oldest brother. And then there’s the very overworked guardian angel who has protected me from all kinds of foolishness on my part. Yes, I think I can be counted among the believers.

I most absolutely believe in ghosts and spiritualism as a whole. I’ve never had an out of body experience but I do know that I’ve had a mischievous spirit in my house from time to time who knocks things off shelves and pictures off walls. I, like Joni, also had an experience with a psychic that I’ve never really gotten over. This was 39 years ago. I had just met and become friendly with the woman who was to become my sister-in-law, but we didn’t know that at the time. I didn’t even know then about the brother that I later met and married. She wanted to go see a psychic. I thought it was just a bunch of hooey at the time but went along for the fun of it. This wasn’t a club act or anything like that. It was a woman with whom we had to make an appointment in her home. She told me she couldn’t really get a reading on me because I had an unconscious block up but there were some vague images that she could get. She said she saw someone dear to me involved in a terrible automobile accident. She said she didn’t actually see death, but that she couldn’t say it wasn’t. She said she saw a small white coffin, but she didn’t have any idea whose it was. She said I was going on a trip but I was coming back. (Of course I thought ‘yeah, standard line’) Then she said I would take that trip again and not come back. She said I was getting married but that I didn’t know the person yet. This was in the winter of 1969 - 70. A few weeks later I took a trip with that friend from where we were then in my home town of Omaha to here where I live now to visit her family in Virginia. I met her brother. That fall I took that same trip again and stayed here and married the guy. Three years later his brother’s beautiful little daughter whom I loved dearly died and we had a small white casket. In 1989 my oldest daughter’s C5 vertebrae was crushed and she barely escaped becoming quadriplegic in a horrendous automobile accident. I still see the strangely penetrating way that woman stared at me while she laid regular playing cards out on a table without ever looking at them. Oh yes, I believe in the spiritual world.

Yes, I believe in communication with the other side. I also have a strong sense of ESP I started this at age 5. I would tell the grown ups who would visit that day and never missed a beat. I picked winners at the prize games. I won so often it became a joke. What was the most impressive was the telephone calls. When mother was alive I would call her almost daily, ring once and hang up. I could not afford the telephone bills to Belgium. She did the same for me. Often when I was very depressed the phone would ring and I knew she was thinking about my problems and trying to help me. Then she passed on in 1993. It was very sudden. Yet she wrote me a letter at 12 noon and passed on from a heart attack that afternoon at 3.40. Her last words were about her love for the family. Now shortly after that , the phone started to ring , just once. I would pick up and no one there. Call back showed nothing but zeros. This went on and on and I started to think perhaps it was her. I truly did not want to fool myself. I came up with all sorts of excuses. I thought the kids were doing it to make me feel better. Then one day all the kids were with me in the bedroom and there it rang again, one time! I was getting spooked, we went on a ride in the mountains and stopped at a very small motel. It was out of season but we had been there before and the owner let us stay. I sat on the bed and “talked” to my mom. “OK,if you are so smart to call me at home then you can call me here too” Not 5 minutes went by and the phone rang , just once. I picked it up and no signal at all. Next day I asked the owner if he had passed a call on to us , he said he did not have the phone connected during the off season. That blew my mind. Then I accepted it was her. This lasted about 10 years. Slowly the calls turned from daily to 3 or 4 times a week and then less and less. It was a great comfort. That is only one incident of so many, I could write a book about them.

Being Iroquoian and growing up with the teaching of my cultures, ghosts or “spirits” are intergral part of our life. From celebrating them several times a year to hearing legends, I believe in them. I cannot really say I had an experieince with a spirit or an out of body experience. Yet when I was a teenager I did experience a surreal event with a group of friends. At a summer camp we witnessed a glowing statue in one of our tents. I often wondered if it was a hoax on their part or real. Thinking about it, there was no electricity to project the image in our tent, so who knows. My interpetation of spirit is in thought form, as I see it (lol) or not, spirits exist but are unseen. I could be proven wrong and meet my spirit guide tonight. Take care and have a great weekend.

LOL>> I Love that Whoopi> When u acted in Ghost Sam came and then u started to see ghosts. Lol. I wish that would happen to all those fakers out there.LOL. But u did so good in dat movie, I mostly concentrated on u and not Patrick or Demi. I loved how u wore ur hair then. It was so long>was it a wig?>it still looked nice though.

No way

To quote The Cowardly Lion, “I do believe in ghosts! I do, I do, I DO believe in ghosts!” Part of it I blame on me Ma…and part of it I blame on personal experiences and living in a couple of haunted houses. Seriously. No-one can ever convince me otherwise. I’m now going to make a statement that will totally offend some. Being that this is my very first-ever post here, please be open minded. I can believe in regular ghosts if others can believe in the Holy Ghost. To me, there’s not much difference. It’s still something that most people haven’t seen or felt, but you know it exists. This is just my opinion, my belief, and I don’t expect others to hold the same view as I do. I am spiritual, but not a believer in the traditional God in Heaven. But I digress… Ghosts. I grew up in a house where my mother always talked to her dead brother, Henry. He’d come visit at the foot of her bed. There were other long-dead relation of hers that’d show up, too, but he was the most frequent, as far as I know. It was…unusual, but fairly normal, to me. A vivid memory at age 5: Ma was in her bedroom. She was folding clothes on her bed and talking to thin air. I heard her voice and went to investigate. “Um…who are you talking to?” “Henry.” “Oh. Yer brother Henry?” (This was 1960, and he’d died in 1929) “Uh huh…” “What are you talking about?” “Your uncle is very angry. They won’t let him ride his horse.” “Uh…who won’t let him ride his horse?” “All those damned angels! There’s a separate place for animals, and he can’t go there.” “Soooo…what’s he going to do?” She spoke to him in this weird conglomeration of Swedish and Finnish that Ma and her sisters would speak when they wanted privacy. She was actually having a full-blown conversation with nothing I could see. This went on for several minutes. Finally…”He’s going to go talk to the man in charge. He wants to ride Pim, and he doesn’t think that’s a good rule.” Pim, I later learned, was short for Pimea; black in Swedish. I’ve seen old family photos with Henry on his beautiful black horse. Now, she was my dear ole Ma. She was a tad eccentric, highly superstitious, highly intelligent, and under-educated, but definitelynot crazy. I totally believe that her dead brother visited her many times over the years. Flash forward several years. I was a young woman…20 years old. I had been at a friend’s house where a wedding reception was held. The house was an old, three-storey behemouth of a house built sometime in the 1880s - 1890s. Very cool old place in a very cool old neighbourhood in Seattle. It was just an excuse to party, in a fancier-than-usual setting. I was absolutely blotto when I sat on the couch and totally passed out. When I woke, it was dark, except for moonlight and street lights streaming through the windows. In other words, light enough to see things in the livingroom. Someone had taken off my shoes, laid me down and threw an afghan over me for the night. My friend’s German Shepherd Dog, Rennie, was snoring on the floor betwixt the couch and coffee table. He was a retired police dog…very sweet and still quite young for his 13 years. I sat up for a moment, to get my bearings. “Bathroom…I need the bathroom, ” I thought to myself. Rennie looked up at me and wagged his tail, thumping it on the floor. I felt around on the coffee table for my glasses. It was very quiet in the house. I could hear a clock ticking somewhere. I smelled…lilacs? “It’s February. No lilacs blooming this time of year,” I whispered to the old dog. Suddenly, Rennie sat bolt upright. His head swiveled to the right on his massive body. He was facing the hall entryway. He jumped to all fours, with hackles raised, and head down, growling a low, gutteral growl. It was scary how quickly he changed from a sweet, loving dog, to this fierce and menacing canine. He was staring and growling at the hallway opening. The door was open, like it usually was. He could definitely see something that I couldn’t. I sat there for a few seconds, confused. What the hell was he freaking out over? Everyone who lived there was asleep. I was the only one who stayed over. Then…I saw…something. It looked sorta like a transparent mist, just materialising in the doorway. It was very faint, but I could see a sort of shape just hovering above the floor. It looked like a vague outline of a body, from the head to the knees. It was there for only about 10 seconds and then it started to dissipate. Poof! Gone. I’m sure that I was still a little drunk, but I know what I saw. Rennie immediately started to whine and whimper and tried to crawl into my lap. A 160 pound former police dog reduced to a scared puppy. I hugged him, and let him snuggle on the end of the couch. I decided that I really didn’t need to use the bathroom afterall. It was down at the other end of that hallway, and…well…I wasn’t exactly scared, but I was a little unnerved. I dropped back down onto the couch and fell back asleep. The next time I woke, it was to the sound of children laughing, pots and pans clanking and clattering, and the smell of bacon. Aaahh…breakfast time! I wandered into the kitchen. Dee poured me a cuppa coffee and motioned for me to sit at the table. I felt like shit, but the chatter and aromas perked me up. “Sooo…how are YOU feeling today?” Dee chuckled. “Well…my head is pounding, but I think I’ll live. You know, I think you might have rats or something going on with you radiators in the bathroom…” Kenny, Dee and the kids sorta exchanged knowing looks. “Why do you say that?” “I dunno…sometime before the sun came up I was sorta awake and Rennie was growling at the hallway and there was steam or something coming from the end of the hall. Maybe not rats, but mice coming up from the basement? It was weird and poor Rennie was freaking out. Maybe we were both still dreaming or something…” More knowing looks. One of the girls whispered something to her Dad and giggled. I was sure I was the butt of some joke I didn’t get. Dee said, very matter-of-factly, “I see you’ve met The Captain.” “Captain?? What captain? Uh…what are you talking about?” “The Captain…he built this place. He was a sea captain and he built this for his wife and kids. He died in the crow’s nest upstairs around 1930-something. He’s still hanging around. He makes his rounds at night and Rennie has never gotten used to him.” Coulda knocked me over with a feather. Totally gobsmacked. And then I got the joke…very funny…ha ha ha. But it was no joke. They were serious. It bugged me for years, so I went to the main library to research the city records. They had been telling the truth. Sea captain, out of Fisherman’s Terminal in Ballard. Freaky deaky, man. These are just two stories I could tell. I haven’t even told you about the houses we’ve lived in or the weird experiences at a couple of graveyards. From childhood to adulthood, I’ve seen stuff. I’ve felt stuff. My kids have seen stuff. My family has seen stuff. My friends have seen stuff. I think it’s just easier for some people than it is for others. They are just more senstive to things than most. I don’t know what it is exactly, but perhaps some people are just hard-wired to be ghost-friendly…an openness to consider the idea that anything is possible.

I’m with Whoopi. My house has friendly ghosts. They don’t seem to mind having me around and they don’t bother me. I even find it comforting in the wee hours of the morning knowing that they are here in the house.

Palin has had an out of Body experience apparently…lol…read this She can see into the future…lol I found this to be so funny! “..President Palin’s Inaugural Address..” Saturday, October 11th, 2008 “..Gosh hi! Oh my, hey! I see lots of you out there! Hello America and welcome to my inaug … inau … gosh darn it. First presidential address! Couldn’t see that but I’m OK now, thanks. It’s just so amazin’! Bein’ a hockey mom, you know. And a proven maverick. And then one day some guy from some political thing, like a year ago maybe, asks about bein’ vice president. And of course you don’t blink. Just don’t blink. And now I’m here on this podium! So I never expected to be here, that’s for sure. I thought, you know, “it’s the VICE president, right?” Not the real deal at all. But America, hey, that’s our country. Thank you. I understand, too, what with all that’s happened, John McCain–bless his heart–just leaving us like that. Just dropped to the ground, then didn’t move. Like a shot, real sudden, but I didn’t hear gunfire. He was a stiff guy–didn’t move well, as was known. But I didn’t expect him to go so quick! But if you’re a maverick, I guess that’s how you go. One minute a fightin’ maverick, taking those shots, and the next, game over. That arm, you know. Definitely a concern. And I said, about the decision on those medical records I said, “I don’t know.” But that’s what’s done and his reward’s in heaven, as they say. But geez. I mean, he sort of left us in the lurch, don’tcha think? Nothin’ against him, but I thought he’d be around at least a year, right? I mean, just bein’ honest, I thought that was the deal. A year of on the job training, at least. That’s what I was promised. But to not even make it to Inaugural Day. To just be thrown into this..” go to source/story>>President Palin’s Inaugural Address - 236.com - The Room

now on a more Serious Note I have had things happen to me in the past that i know I have a guarding angel about 15 years ago I was having a feeling that I should not go to work, It would not leave me, The Feeling was sooooo strong, Don’t go to Work! Finally I just called my employer and said I’m sorry but i cant come in today, She ask me was there a problem and Yes I cant get myself to leave the house, .Something is just telling me not to come in…She said that’s not an excused absents..I said OK I’m still not coming in,I mean this feeling was on Me so strong!! I should have been fired, the Next day I went into Work and the girl that worked my shift for me was Held Up at Gun Point, the shift I should have worked! She told me what happened to her and I said I am so sorry but thank god it was you and not me! She was the manager she was trained to handle these kinds of situations, I wasn’t so I Was glad it was her that worked my shift and not another employee! I know I have an Angel. Another thing that happens to me is I get dreams, They are so vivid and they are like warnings I hate them , But this one particular one is about my Nephew Christopher, I had a dream that he was going hunting with his friends in a big brown car he was in the back seat dressed in his camophloge hunting clothes, He was a sleep in the back seat when another vehicle suddenly hits them, I seen blood every where, a Hill and Christopher not moving, I did not see any one else in that dream just my nephew! I woke up in a panic crying it was soo very real to me, I jumped up and got on the Phone Long distance to my sister and said Pam is Christopher alright? She said yes and then I said what ever you do , DO NOT let Christopher go hunting with anyone driving a big brown car it was 3 am when I called her so she said you just had a real bad dream Christopher is in Bed he is fine! I then proceeded to tell her what happened in my dream, She said ok I wont let him go, 3 days later Christopher was in a horrible wreck! when I got to the Hospital to see him, Pam just looked at me with the rest of my family like I was some kinda weirdo, She said to me You know what you said on the phone about Chris being in a wreck? I said yes she said Well it was exactly what you said , every detail! Then she took me to the spot the next day and it was on a Hill it looked exactly like my dream, Christopher had major head injuries this was where all the blood was coming from he was in the back seat, was wearing the camouflage everything was as I said in my dream ! Another thing that happened to me was I was fixing my sister in-laws type writer ribbon and all the sudden my hands started moving across the keyboards like no bodies business i had no control over it had no idea what i was typing and back in those days i was not the best typist nor did i practice typing, when it was done it was a letter I read it and Knew without a doubt it was to my Aunt Linda my Moms sister, It freaked me out it freaked my sister-in-law out I jumped into my car and drove straight to my moms house I went in calling for my mom repeatedly she finally answered she was in her bedroom and my cousin Nicole was in there, Mom said whats wrong I said read this, so she does she then hands it to my Cousin and says is this For my Mother? Her Mother is my Aunt Linda and I said I think so, The Letter How many times must you been warned, It is time to make amends to those you have hurt etc . etc. It was a very long and strong letter, Now my aunt is not the nicest person in the world when it comes to be told to do something, She was a very hard person to talk to, And so I did NOT give her the Letter, I was afraid Too, It was talking about Death and to get right with people! about 2 weeks after this happen to me My Aunt Died ! She was 47 years old Then about a week after her funeral at 3 am I awoke with the feeling of I need my Bible I went FOUND my Bible and got back into bed opened it up randomly and the words I read were these, Next time I tell you to give a message and you don’t, That persons Blood will be on your hands!! Scared Me to Death! I have no idea of where that is in the Bible but that IS what I read! I can not find that in my Bible any where now I have looked but to no avail. I’m sure its in there, I just can not find it now!