interesting this thread should timely reach the top of my current post list as I just posted a sighting I had of 18 ghosts at the same time that was not at all unpleasant. Next time I see an apparition I'll ask him if he is a ghost or a spirit. Hippies > Young Hippies > Time Machine http://www.hipforums.com/forums/showthread.php?p=2816802#post2816802
What you are talking about is "imprints." Imprints are like 3-D movie and don't interact with us. Ghosts ARE spirits that haven't crossed over because either they don't realize that they are dead or have some reasons to not want to cross over. Ghosts communicate or interact with us. What you mentioned as spirits are ones who crossed over to the other side but visit our side.
i will give you a example between the difference between ghosts and spirits " call it imprints if you wish ". one day a man was working down a cellar in york " as he was working away he heard a faint sound of like a trumpet "as he turned around he witnessed roman soldiers some on horses appear from a wall and dissapear through the opposite wall . all this time not one of the soldiers turned to acknoledge that he was their .i would say that what he witnessed were ghosts (imprints if you like ) that could not communicate with him . maybe its just wording " but as you know spirits do communicate with us wether they are grounded or come back in visitation . so i class ghosts differently than spirits .
what communicates is the living memory of departed spirits from living people, the passed on never have and never will mindspeak wiht those who have a body. What speaks out loud or in the mindspeak realm is the energy from living people. After over 50,000 visions of ghosts and spirits which are the same thing, I know......you can't teach people something they already don't know. For memories like Roman horse soldiers the imagination of living peoples' minds is the source of the apparition, kinda like seeing a trailer of a movie. The idea of an other side not part of peoples' minds, but from a source of spirit wihtout living body was started by leaders intent on bringing control over developing civilizations.
i forgot to mention that on exavation of the cellar "a roman road was found " this explains why some of the apparitions seen had no legs from the knee down to feet " something to do with the floor level being raised at one point of the cellar .
Lake Radar above Naselle Youth Camp in Wash State on exactly Labor Day weekend. Not sure what year, maybe 2000.
The only action which keeps the ghosts away from entering my body and mind is dancing. They adopt a calm attitude and stay put.
Throw away the 'definition' book, I wrote the book on spirits. The sighting of a ghost ship is made up of brainwave memory farkulations from the imaginations of maybe millions of living people with images of ships in their neurons. Hence, what is seen is the creative common consciousness memory coming from living spirit on the telepathic network and is most definitely, abolutely SPIRIT.
The name Moving Cloud reminds me of a story. It has been a few years now since it happened and the time of great pain between now and then has made fuzzy the details. That reminds me of a vision I had last night. My dog Fuzzy ate a bad spirit that creeps along the ground. I laughed at the vision, he is a like me. But I think it gives him a nervous twitch and caused him to not be able to move for a day or so a couple of times. One time I looked out the window and a black wicked energy creeped along the ground towards me. Fuzzy and his brother Sarge came upon this vision and sniffed it from both sides. It disappeared when they sniffed and they started getting angry at each other. This is how men that are brothers, the white and the indians came to fight and kill each other years ago. My story is about Sitting Bull and his great suffering he endured leading his tribe north into Canada with his many daughters. I talked or wrote a women who was interested in her pyschic abilities. She wanted to know where it was going. She was of mixed ancestry, some oriental, that is a fuzzy detail too. I told her I felt that the spirit of Sitting Bulls daughters was in her. I told her that, in the time of Sitting Bulls great sorrow in exile, that the daughters had given a great healing comfort to his soul. She was worthy of receiving this spirit that came through the living ancestors of Sitting Bull today. You see, the spirit of anyone can reach your souls through the living that share freely today at any time. I told her to believe in herself that she could at least heal herself of the perceived hatred she felt against her because of her mixed origin in a white society. I also told her I thought she had the potential to heal others hurting with prejudice against them in this country where all they want to be is accepted and loved for the person they are now. Perhaps what a 20 year old who suddenly becomes a 50 year old in an imaginary situation might notice is that the other 50 year olds who aged naturally and slowly have reached a compassion from experiences that caused suffering. A compassion for others where there might have be even hate or prejudice when they where 20. So relax brethern, those I would call sis, bro, starmom or dad who are not blood kin, open your mind in contemplation this Sunday September 3, 2006. It is not to late to change. All your suffering can give you more compassion if you imagine standing at Sitting Bulls side, maybe in his teepee in the great cold feezing winter in Canada. Imagine his suffering at trying to help his people he loved and not being able to do much. Compare that suffering to yours. How much like his suffering to yours is the feeling you can't do much about it. Now you have a chance to understand yourself. You are very great like Sitting Bull. The tears gently fall now like warm rain on my face, I will leave my tin teepee to greet a new day. Praise God that you are still alive even though you suffer and I will do the same.
I possibly saw a ghost in our home once. I was sitting on the couch in our living room and our kitchen is to the left of where I was sitting. I turned toward the kitchen and very briefly saw a woman who I never saw before. She was older than me,had light brown hair and was caucasian. I didn;t like the way she looked at me. She was gone quickly. Peace, Michelle
"I believe in a long,prolonged derangement of the senses to obtain the unknown. Our pale reasoning hides the infinite from us." -Jim Morrison- "During one of my many long, prolonged derangements of the senses to obtain the unknown...........a ghost came out of the picture of Jim Morrison on the wall and possessed the girl possessigning me........they made mad passionate love for a half hour during which time I was in continuous ectastic orgasmic blissful joy. Another ghost told me earlier they stay away from Jim Morrison, he is to crazy even for the spirit world, ditto." -Honor Seed-
oh yeah forgot to add, outta all the many feeling ghosts in me having orgasms for hours, Jim Morrison and Janet Courson were the wildest. I had to put an end to it or I may have died of starvation standing in the kitchen after 2-3 weeks, maybe a month of doing nothing but being in a continual ectastic orgasmic blissful joy. So which bakes your cookies more, eating or sex?
I believe in ghosts and spirits. But then again I have stories. You asked if any one knew of any haunted places, well I say my grandmother's house is. There's something within the walls of her home that I do not like, nor trust. I have an uncle that never believed until my grandfather died. You see my grandfather was never around for his 'blood' family. And he came to my uncle, on his way to work, and apologized for this and said that he would make it all up to us when we all got to heaven. Now my uncle was so shaken up by this, one can’t help believe he was telling the truth.
There is a dead spot in the corner of both eyes that is the place in the retna where the optic chord leaves the eyeball. There are no rods or cones at that spot in the retna, however the brain routinely fills that void in second by second, minute by minute and hour by hour and we never notice that fakery that is taking place in our own bodies...until occasionally when the brain substitutes something odd or out of place in the blind spot. When we turn to see what was (not) there it suddenly vanishes. Common occurance. Having said that, about 35 years ago I watched a something slowly cross about sixty feet of yard one night...no corner of the eye, then suddenly vanishes...a full, can't take your eyes off of "it" for about sixty feet moving slowly..."it". I have only recently admitted to this for the first time on a similiar thread here at hip forums. i have spent the 35 years saying to others that ghosts do not exist for my own internal benefit while all the while hoping like hell that somehow I did not see what i clearly say so long ago. Was it a ghost...sure looked like one...but honestly, it was a semi transparent, undulating vaporous, absolutely mind boggling something that I still have a hard time describing or even talking about.