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OK just wanted to share something that happened to me yesterday morning. I don't believe in "Ghosts". Maybe just my active imagination. Husband had left for work, the boys had not gotten up yet. It was between 6 & 6:30. I was in bed with the dogs kind of tossing and turning trying to get back to sleep. I was praying silently to myself. My eyes were closed. Well, on Husband's side of the bed, like someone was standing right by the bed, I heard a soothing calm male voice say "Hello". It was so real I opened my eyes and started looking around the room. The dogs did NOT stir, growl or act wierd. I didn't really feel scared but I did get up and leave the bedroom and get busy around the house. Just wonder if I was still asleep enough to have dreamt it. But like I said it didn't scare me. I didn't recognize the voice and it didn't scare me. This has happened to me twice before. Once at work and once in the house when I was by myself. I don't take stock in this kind of thing just kind of feel like whatever. Just was curious what you think.
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I sometimes hear my name called and no one is around who could have called it. It's never a voice I recognize but it's always a woman's voice. I've always assumed it's my dearly departed mother.
I just consider it a "Hello, dear" from the other side and I go about my day.
i believe in ghost, spirits i rather call them or spooks as my grandfather would say. i had this crazy thing happen to me the other night.. i was lying in bed and had just dozed off but wasn't quite asleep yet, when all of a sudden i felt someone tapping me on the shoulder. not a soft tap either... three strong, hard taps. that seemed meant to get my attention. safe to say it did!
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Thanks. Appreciate your thoughts. Will just continue to do what I do and pray for all.
Mags......your story reminded me of something that happened years ago. My grandfather had passed about a month previously to this happening. It was the middle of the night and we (hubby and I and my little girl) were fast asleep. The phone rang. I reached over to the nightstand to answer it. I heard a voice "hello Honey Her.....I'm fine" and then a dial tone. It was my grandfather's voice and that was his name for me. I stared at the phone and asked hubby "did the phone really ring?" He sleepily said "Yeah, who was it?" I said Grammpa Doug.
Oh Jan what a precious story. I have heard many that touch my heart.
The night my best friend died, I knew she was getting near the end. I was asleep on the couch in my livingroom, heard her laugh opened my eyes she was standing in my kitchen door way laughing and said don't worry about me any more I am happy now. I didn't and couldn't go back to sleep that night. Her daughter called me the next morning and told me the time she died. It was like 10 minutes before she woke me. The last 2 years of her life was hard her cancer had returned and her ex was trying to talk her into signing over the house and land she got in the divorce to him. Knowing that she was dying, he was a sorry, sorry person, wanted to move the last 2 kids out of the house and move him and his new wife into it.
I occasionally hear my mom's voice clear as a bell speaking my name, and sometimes I hear doors banging. I would say more than anything else, whatever the noise or voice, it's how these things make us feel that counts, and not if they are real or imagined. In other words, I would not dwell on things like this.
telephonegirl_52_f_txhe was a sorry, sorry person, wanted to move the last 2 kids out of the house and move him and his new wife into it.
What an a$$ (can I say that one here? If not sorry )
But anyways..I think my hubbys Dad is in my house..Matt (hubby) and his dad were VERY close and he died a very painful death due to brain cancer and Matt was the only sibling there when he died..sometimes during the day I see things out of the corner of my eye that I cant explain or I feel compelled to do certain things that end up making Matts day and stuff like that..they are among us ppl...just sayin'
Our brains are mysterious things, 3Mags. But so is existence. I believe that neurons fire in strange ways sometimes and make us think that something "supernatural" has occurred. Like Cooking Impaired, I used to hear people calling my name as clear as day when no one was around. I liken it to dreaming. If dreaming happens in your sleep, there's no reason it can't happen while you're fully awake. As children, I think we are more attuned to things like this because our brains are still growing and pathways are being built that sometimes misfire. Where it all goes wrong for me is that I STILL hear voices calling my name, and I know darned well I'm killing off more neural pathways than are being built these days.But I also believe in ghosts. I believe that people are inhabited by a certain energy and that we often leave remnants of that energy in places where we have been or lived for a long time. This applies to both the dead and the living. We only notice it more when it involves the dead, because we don't expect it. But I believe those remnants of the life energies of people, both living and dead, are all around us all the time. Every so often we're able to pick one out of the crowd. I don't think that ghosts are necessarily malevolent or anything to be afraid of. I loved for four years in house that had a ghost who was practical joker. Loved to turn the refrigerator off.
The point is, there will probably not be an explanation for what you've experienced, but it can be interesting to explore it.
Back in those days folks cooked their food, not built a shrine to it.
magnolia....maybe it was God! in the bible God has been known to talk to people...your a person,next time answer the voice back
at my other house the washer would come on,fill with water,agitate..middle of night...once at noon...hubby would turn it off,i was too scared. smelled an unknown perfume. heard sounds. lived there 8 yrs.