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anyone had any experiences of hauntings in Omund? I seem to recall our first house sending some chills up and down the spine.
YES YVETTE,
ID DO IT WAS MYSELF, THE LATE GREG GERSTNER STEVEN LINEKER AND I THINK MATHEW DODDERS WE ALL SLEPT AT EACH-OTHERS HOUSE ONE NIGHT AND YOU KNOW THE USUAL WE ALL NEVER DID ,LOL. WE HIT THE TOWN AND WERE GOING THROUGH THE 10TH AVENUE ALLEY WE SAW A BLACK CAT ON THE FENCE JUST LAYING THERE, WE WHERE GOING TO PUSH IT OF WITH A STICK (CRUEL BOYS) HAHA, BUT ALL OF A SUDDEN THIS GREY- WHITE HAND APPEARED FROM BEHIND THE CAT MOVING UPWARDS AND HOVERING ABOVE THE CAT......WE FROZE.......WE SAID.....ITS A HAND!!!! LOL....WE ALL RAN HOME TO OUR OWN HOUSES NEVER LOOKED BACK, BUT NO SHIT THIS HAND WAS ABOUT 10 CENTIMETERS ABOVE THE CAT THE FINGERS WHERE MOVING SLOWLY, I TOTALLY SHAT MYSELF, NO ONE BELIEVED US BUT WE WHERE THERE AND WE ALL WINESSED THE SAME SITEING IT IS THE HONEST TO GOD TRUTH MAYBE ONE OF THE BOYS CAN VERIFY THIS DOES ANY ONE KNOW OF ANYBODY WHO LOST HIS HAND IN ORANJEMUND??? ALL JOKES ASIDE WHERE DID THIS HAND COME FROM?????
Does anyone remember the myth about the sheperds neck ghost i think it was a woman,in a white dress lol. we used to go on those boy scout camps to Sheperds neck, the boy scout hike all the way there, and when we got there we would stay up majority of the night just to see the ghost, staring into darkness, im sure i saw her, or it was all the staring that i done ,it was halusination ,and we all thought it was a ghost HAHAHA
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Spent many a night there, but never heard about ghosts.
If you were a scout, gee, who the hell are you. I don't remember you, even if your name sounds familuar. Are you as old as Delia. (sorry Delia, it's his age I want to know)
The White Lady Ghost was at Hohenfels.....
I have a vague memory of that Shepherd's Neck ghost story.
Two noteworthy ones .. our house in E 35 11th ave ... this grey shape appeared in my room the one night ,, surprisingly I found myself very calm and just told it I was not scared that if it was lost it should try moving on .. it did not and kept on appearing so I then told it it can do whatever it wants but that I would not allow it to disturb me .. it stopped appearing and there was a kind of deal struck excepting that when some people walked into my room they found it very cold and their hackles would rise .. this staus quo remained for years until after my dad died and I think it was Ian and Pauline or Gus and Maureen moved into the house ,, this wraith started to terrorise the kids ( they do see more than adults ) fear feeds and it got quite hectic eventually banging on the walls ... they fled the house and did not stay there for a while .. Viv and I stayed ther for a night or two to prove the point that it was only as frighteneing as you let it be ... walking in first night did not feel good .. but i persisted .. playing my favourite music and declaring the house my space walking around stamping my feet , symbolically putting down my footsteps ..,, things calmed down again for a while but the kids were still problematic with it ... there was a bit of a wrangle about the house (grading and location ) and they had to move out , what happened thereafter i dont know .. In the interim prior to my mom moving out the house Viv and I had moved into the Duplex that was reserved for my Mom and me ... great party place ... a small crowd of us sitting in the lounge and I forget but someone said they could hear breathing , this breathing was right behind me ,, I just ignored it as i had done before with the wraith .. this breather tried its luck with me quite a few times and git the usual response from me , in essence stay out of my space .. when my mom moved in first night I was in my bed downstairs ( she had not been told about the breather) , when it tried its luck with me again ... once again I told it to just leave me alone .. next moment theres my Mom shrieking upstairs .. there somebody breathing in her ear .. I told her to just do the same and not be scared .. this situation persisted with Mom getting the breathing every now and again and her telling it sharply to just bugger off , it even sighed a few times when told so ... then things got a bit more persistent and it was definitely affecting her as she was complaining of broken sleep and looking very drained .. I was by now totally left alone by the breather , some action had to be taken . when Mom went away on her next business trip I went into her room sat there quietly said a prayer and started to talk gently to the breather addressing it and telling it that I could understand that it was in all likelyhood a lost soul and possibly feeling trapped but that its place was not here with us and that if it really wanted to move on it could ,, it felt quite strange doing this and was quite scary.. me saying prayer and offering it strength .. a bit of a tug of war and then suddenly peace and quiet ... Mom came back from the trip and never again complained about it .. i had waited a while to see and then asked the question and she said it had never bothered her since coming back after her business trip . i told her what I had done , she said it was indeed a courageous but dangerous thing to have done ..
Gus can give more info on the e 35 11th house , somehow its a bit sketchy what exactly transpired ..
:emot19: Phew.....I was getting really scared that about staying with you in Nov..........then saw the address you were talking about...........
I now know why ive slept with the light on all my life...cause im scared of the dark......no wonder with all these ghosts in O/M....cant remember anything myself.....but im scared of my own shadow lol...... laughpoint..............
Hi Everyone......feels like ages since ive been here ... e154
Hey Bev, Are you sure that you have the right time? This is the evening shift in here at the moment, you're part of the Breakfast shift..... :emot19:
Hiya Bev - take no notice of that fella; he's full of his fun to-night -----seems to me that I'm afraid of the dark as well.............
One would have thought that the Botbusters were'nt scared of Nuttin'
If the Bots turned out the light - I'd run away.........
A little know secret..... Bots cannot see in the dark.... in fact bots cannot even work if the power is turned off.....
iknow
And so more evidence that I am the best person for the job - cause I don't work when the powers off either - kinda like 'Ghostbusters' except it's Botbusters shooter
Bots invaded this topic too ?? .. see the crafty buggers are infiltrating all over the place .. might even get into the dominees panties ??
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Quote from: SandyB on March 28, 2008, 05:10:43 AM
Bots invaded this topic too ?? .. see the crafty buggers are infiltrating all over the place .. might even get into the dominees panties ??
... well I hope they're clean, hey!
:wow1: Friggen comoly.... seriously... into the dominees panties ----- must have traweld up the ladder in his hose
pls forget the ginger twist - pour the holy water! quickdop
IS THIS A FORM OF INQUISITION???
Come now !! nobody else with a story to share here ?? or you afraid of being declared a nuttter if you share something you saw or felt ??
Our house, 26/13th had something weird about it. What and why, I cant tell you that. But Renee was once trapped in her bed, kind of pinned to the bed. I just remember her running out of her room, all the blood drained from her face. My Mom used to have a similar experience in her room from time to time. Then my old man, Ernie while working at the power station often experienced someone following him home after his shift at work. If I remember correctly Ginger Olivier used to work with him in those days. Delia?
aah! some movement here .. yes considering O'mund was built on " virgin ground ' it seemed to have its fair share of straange happenings ..
Just came to me .. 26 13th .. I hope it was not the Olcker's old house where Auntie Irene hanged herself ? only way I would know is when i go back .. the house was opposite wher the Mule derby was in the 60's before it was moved to opposite the cricket field in the 70's ,, anyhow there were lots of stories about the Olckers old house ...
Could be in the numerics. 26..... 13 - not sure, but numbers sometimes do play a big role in occurances and experiences like this.
Numerology ? you been dabbling .. what the Dominee going to say ?? actually it will be interesting if it was indeed the Olcker's house .. I will see in Nov
Was frozen there for few minutes, freaky!! Sandy, I think you may be right about it being the Olckers house, will check with my Mom at a more decent hour. Also next door to us was just as creapy. German couple lived there, I was very attached to Lucy, husband's name was Heinz. They never had children and retired to Table View many years ago. I once looked them up and went for tea. Anyway,after they left, a young afr couple moved in, the wife committed suicide in the house. She claimed there was something in the house and hubby thought she was crazy.
Yvette, yeah our dads worked together but don't remember any stories from my dad about things like that - not saying it never happened, just don't remember any stories to that effect.
Hi Yvette and Sandy,
This is your brother inlaw speaking Yvette - Sandy's is correct the Olceker's family lived next door to you in 13th avenue - the german family moved in afterwards.
Brent and his mom passed while living in that house - remember going to the house when Brent was ill, his sister was in my class - never felt good in that house.
Richard
My memory of a strange happening - happened in about 1968, my brother Gary and I were riding home from scouts one Friday night and the wind was pumping as can in Oranjemund.
Gary who is 3 years younger than me (then 10) was riding behind me and I was joking with him that there was a ghost rider behind him on a bicycle. After a while I started to shit my self as well - made it home in a sprint.
Gary and I shared a room - we had a double bunk and I slept on top - I was in bed reading the scope mag with all its black stars covering all the vital parts - Gary was in the kitchen feeding his cat - when all hell broke loose Gary was sceaming at a very high pitch and came crawling up the passage (lived in a T shaped house - front door on one end of passage and our bed room on the other) on all fours ripping up the passage carpet that was nailed down - entered our bed room grabbing a plastic helmet (something like the plastic helmets we had in our steel helmets in the army) ripping it in half - looking at me with total terror on his face - me ripping the scope in half - jumping off the bed running into my parents room and bumping into my mom who was heading to our room - my sisters rushing out of their room coming to see what all the noise was about.
After about an hour we all settled down in the lounge and Gary told us what happened. While feeding his cat and with his back to the window he heard a loud scratching noise on the kitchen window - turning round he saw a face and arm which had a hand with long nails which was scratching the window. We all went to bed about 2 hours later.
The next morning my mom took my brother to see a doctor because he was still a bit shaken. My dad and I had a look at the window - to this day we still do not know what could have caused it - infront of the window was a bush with yellow flowers on it (cannot remember the name of the bush) had long thin geen branches and at certain times of the year had silk worm type worms on it.
One night in 1973 - Gary and I had just switched off the light afetr a night out with friends at the youth club - I felt a weight on the end of my bed and when looking down saw this lady with long hair bending over the end of my bed stretching one arm out at me - I closed my eyes and said to myself nothing is there and you have had too much to drink - it seemed to help because nothing was there when I re-opened my eyes.
That all folks!
Keep well.
Richard
After
I have an awesome haunting tale from the 50's that was told to me yesterday by Ol'd timer Jim Murray... it's quite long, so I;ll copy and paste later on today when I have time.....
Yo Richard, some nice creapy ones from you there. I wonder how many dabbled with "glassy glassy" in their youth. Seems many are attracted to the unkown when young and fearless. I remember being exposed at the Lisser's house to some nasty situations. My sweet sisters were very innocent (sic) you see. "glassy glassy" on a broken door in the lounge, ring a bell??? Come do tell, either one of u ran screaming from the lounge? I think Aunty Joan could still have been alive? What about at Steff Turner's place, whoa not sure I want to remember? Didnt she have a black cat? Barbara E you guys also got up to some naughty stuff? ok, clearly you were not thinking when you had this brat lurking around in the background hey. OOOO, I can use opportunities now. Seems we could liven up this forum a little again, and make for some good reading.
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Talking with Anette over at the Jasper house museum, it turns out that when they took photographs of the various displays in the museum, most of the photo's had Orbs on them....SPirits in the museum.... there was no refelction anywhere and the same things occur with different camera's.. She will let me have a few of them to post in here....
Quote from: Michael Alexander on April 03, 2008, 12:53:41 PM
Talking with Anette over at the Jasper house museum, it turns out that when they took photographs of the various displays in the museum, most of the photo's had Orbs on them....SPirits in the museum.... there was no refelction anywhere and the same things occur with different camera's.. She will let me have a few of them to post in here....
cant wait Mike, or on already? :wow1:
Thursdays is my busy day of the week.... So I'll try pop in by her 2morrow!
Who remembers the K54 "Kerbehuk" gost,
Another incident .. not exactly a haunting .. but .. well read on ... After Brent had passed on ... a few weeks afterwards I was at Auntie Irenes anyhow she took me into Brents bedroom and gave me a few items of his .. one was a radio .. 9 transistor small and was palm sized ( high tech in those days ) and a car toy . it was a red VW beetle battery powered , switched on it would scuttle around and if it hit an obstacle it would change course and procceeed ... I put this car on the window pelmet in my bedroom , taking it down every now and again and letting it run around ..
In the last few weeks of Brents life he was given cards from well meaning people... white with the praying hands or a little bookof psalms attached to the front of the card , when I say well meaning ... hello ?? if somebody gave me cards like that I would indeed be worried about my lifespan ,, anyhow that was then ..
Well this was about 4- 5 weeks after Brents passing .. I climbed up to get the car off the pelmet , picked the car up and got the shock of my life.. underneath the VW was one of those little psalm books .. I remember falling back in shock and landing on my bed .. I took it to my Mom and asked her if she ahd any knowledge of it .. No ... somehow this little psalm book from one of the many similar cards ahd made its way to me .. in it was the 23rd psalm, a favourite of Brent .. ethereal travel ?? who knows ??
Further to this since Richard and Yvette have confirmed some things about the house , I have had a bit of a curtain lifted , I think I did a lot of blanking afterwards .. yes it was not a happy home in the respect that Brent was not well and on his way out .. it cast a shadow over the entire family , he was indulged in so many ways to try keep him happy .. My dad made a fish tank for Brent to keep him occupied, the pain made him an almost impossible and tricky person to keep company with in his last few months , what does come back is , my first memory of him .. the Barrats ahd moved out from next door and this new family moved in ,,, I remember looking over the fence and was greeted by this boy who was in so many ways a doppelganger of me .. we became pals ..then they moved to 13th ave .. we still remained pals , but the mystery pain in his leg that was dismissed as growing pains became something serious ,, the big C .. too late .. nothing could stop it as it had progressed throughout his entire system to the lungs .. I remember pidgeon hok built for him , also a diversion.. a banana tree in the back yard .. the conifer trees leading up the front path ( they made the lounge dark but cool ) ,, the desperation of uncle Bill and Auntie Irene ,, knowing that he was beyond help and it was only a matter of time .. then the passing and seeing the deep depression and unraveling of auntie Irene .. she turned her back on God and blamed him for taking her boy away .. her attachment to me as a living reminder of her son .. then finally taking her own life ... yes that that house would ahve the energy that was felt afterwards is no surprise.. a lot of personal pain must have seeped into every wall of that home .. If ony she could just have come to terms with it .. but then she was a beautiful but fragile person .. too fragile for the life frame she was put in ..
@ Richard ,, it was called a Broom bush ....those worms .. I tried to increase my silkworm collection by adding the worms from the broom bush .. the buggers destroyed all my silkworms ,, seems they not only had a taste for vegetation but other worms .. and no they could not spin silk so i had to start all over again ..
While they where constructing a tower in that area a guy who was supplying a water truck to the site died, the myth goes that if you where to travel passed that place at night your veh lights would go off and stop and after a while evrything would be normal again, I've been passed there a few times in the evenings and alas nothing has happend to me yet matbe the bloke who told me that story was trying to scare me but boo to him
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With the amount of suicides in OM at the time, it's no wonder the place is haunted. I recall there were like 2 or 3 a year. Creepy stuff.
I remember the Shepherds Neck ghost story quite well. Apparently she died when her car left the road on that short "mountain pass" between the riding club and the Ernest Openheimer Bridge and landed in oom Danie Pollards garden. The scoutmasters at the time would exploit this poor "lady in white" to the max. I don't recall any scout camp at Shepherds Neck where she or should I say he didn't make an appearance. After a long night in front of a bonfire telling ghost stories, there would be this crackling in the bushes behind us and voila there she (he) was!
hi Sandy.
sorry I took so long to post this "add on" to your story of E35/11. Lets start at the beginning of my experiences with this house. I always had a problem with the back yard and used to feel very uncomfortable when arriving at home after a night out etc(only after dark). i had to park my bike in a shed at the back gate and when walking toawards the back door it used to feel as if someone was walking right up your ar.e and all (and I mean all) your hairs would stand on end and it would feel like something was enshrouding you with a feeling of dread and fear. the parking of the bike stopped and I used to pull in and race along the path (quite narrow - ended up in the flower bed once after hitting the drain) to beyond the back door.(feeling seemed to stop at the back door) rhen running inside. No amount of alcohol seemed to change this feeling. I remember one time when my folks were on leave I had Steven fields staying with me whlie they were away and he complained about knocking noises in the walls and along the passage he was not comfortable with the place, but stayed anyway. I used to stay in a "pondock" in the yard when I was an Appie and although the place felt uncomfortable i did not have any experiences there (possibly the Klippies). When Maureen and I got married we moved into this house and Maureen complained about a knocking on the front door - when she would go to see who was there - no one then at the same time there would be knocking on the back door - also no one there. Another thing that used to happen was she would hear somethig fall in the kitchen and on checking - the salt or pepper pot would be lying on it's side. This happened more than once. She used to also complain that when she sat in the lounge with her back to the window it would feel as if someone was watching her from behind. I thought that it was all in her imagination and tried to find some logical explanation for all these happenings (I only had bad experiences in the back yard up till that time). another thing that happened was that Justin used to wake up screaming and when we welnt to check - he would be standing in the cot staring at a point in the room and then tell us "that it has gone" this unnerved me but the worst was still to come. We had a big braai one sunday(I think) memory fails me as to who all was there (Ian,Pauline,Steven,etc). Later that evening we had all retired into the house to carry on with the party and I think that it was Pauline and Zan that said that they heard strange noises in the kitchen - this led to all the "spook" stories of this house comming to the fore. To cut a long story short. Our resident "ghost busters" decided that it was something (item) in the house that was causing all these happenings. On investigation they decided on stuff that was left behind when we moved in. The resident "ghost killers" - Pauline and Steven (my brother in law) went to the park (across the road) to burn the articles (apparently this would rid you of the pests- might work for rats etc - but Spooks? I do not know). While they were busy they saw a shape (- black - about 10 ft tall - and no legs - seemed to hover - looked something like Darth Vader) under the trees they then ran back to the house with this information and a cloak of a dark and dreadfull feeling seemed to cover and permeate the house. Needless to say we all departed pronto. We stayed at maureen's folk's house for a period. we then saw an advert for "spiritualists" (we were ignorant in those days) in the newsletter - we contacted them and went to the house to "check it out" they walked around with the usual "bad feeling here, bad feeling there" that they use - until we went into the main bedroom - I happened to look up at the top of the wardrobe and saw a book open(no help, no hands, nothing) and then the pages flipped closed as if browsing through the book and then closed again - this was the first time in my life that I had seen something like that - that was the end of me(I was scared of "spooks" in those days) - we departed that house only to return to pack - (people thought that we were mad but we were issued another house).. Apparently whatever this was hopped (floated, crawled - whatever the type of locomotion they use) into the car with Ian and Pauline and I know that they had "spook" problems for years after that (they called him Charlie). Another story about that house: when ian was staying in the pondock him and some friends were playing glassy glassy in the pondock. They appantly 'contacted" an old dead girlfriend of one present (John Delaney - no family of Allan) then all hell broke loose - lights went out with the usual scrabbling of peolple in those circumstances. When order was restored they found that a chain and pendant given to John by his present girlfriend had been removed from his neck - never to be found again. Maybe this was the start of the problems in this house - Who knows!!!
I know nothing about that house but that just put the wind up me just reading it!!! Nice to see you on here Angus, I remember my brother Richard (Jonker) talking about you a lot when we were younger. : )
Thanks Gus .. good long story on that one .. yes it was creepy and seemed to be focused on my bedroom and the back of the house leading to the pondock .. but as said I had made a ' deal ' with it when it first appeared so it did not bother me .. only others .. hence my abiltyto return to the house .. and yes the following to Blauwberg where Ian and pauline stayed ( it had definitely attached itself to them ) .. they phoned me about it as it was causing havoc .. every time i arrived .. it would go dead quiet .. the the one evening I arived with Shalto Duthy in tow .. he ahd contacted me and went with to see Ian and Pauline .. we were sitting in the lounge .. again dead quiet ..no problems .. when suddenly i saw this dark shadow move through the hallway .. flew toward us .. litereally felt it brush past me ( a kind of breeze effect ) but it could not touch me .. ( remember the " deal " ) anyhow nobody aware of what was happening except me untill Shalto who was seated about a metre away from me flew out of his chair .. screaming .. something was screaming the most foul sounds in his ear .. and trust me I know what he went through .. heard them more than once or twice in my lifetime ...
Hi Sandy,
My parents (Jood & Jean Joubert) moved into that house (E35-11th) round about 1984/85. I never found anything out of the ordinary, but I do remember my father telling my mother that old Jack Buchanan was restless again tonight. He was convinced that it was your father in the house.
My father passed away in that same house in 1998 and the only strange feeling I ever had was after his death. I had to go to the house and water the plants as my mother and brother were in away. I walked down the passage and did not even get to the first room when I felt strange and scared. I just ran back out and locked the house. Told my husband to go water the plants.
My mother remained in the same house until her retirement in 2002 and I don't think anything was ever mentioned again.
Might be that my father and yours are now haunting the family living there!!!
This is not in O/Mund, but I am going to post these pics here for you all to see, then you can come to your own conclusion.
These were pics I took of my mom, Joey, the day before her death - or should I rather say, I tried to take pictures, but what you see here is what came out. Thought my camera was broken.
About 2 days before she passed away she kept asking me who the person behind me was, and I could see nobody, so I just thought then she is mixed up. She also kept hearing children laughing, told me how lekker they were playing and kept asking me who looks after all the children. Just told her that she does'nt have to worry, 'cos there are people looking after them.
My own conclusion to this afterwards: when I took these photo's there must have been an entity of some sorts with her that eluminated with this blue light, but I could not see it with my eyes. The camera cought it though. I deleted some of the photo's, for I really thought that it was broken. Only after her death, when I took a photo again to test it and that photo came out perfectly normal, I realized what had happened.
1st and 2nd pics were taken 2 days before her death - these were her arms that was so swollen and bursted.
The last 2 pics was taken on the Friday afternoon about 7pm - I tried to capture her face and this is what came out on the camera - she passed away on the Saturday morning 9pm.
Dalene .. The expression ." in the light " your Mom was there already .. all that was needed was for the body to let go of her soul .. thats another little battle that can go on untill the body realises there is no way back , its prt of the process and its time is done and the soul it has housed must now be released .. you were indeed blessed to have captured that ...
Wow Dalene - thank you for sharing your pictures; amazing e154
Hi Dalene.
I'm sorry to say, but it is a bit scary.
You want some-one to hold your hand Jnr?
@ Jnr .. what so scary about that ?/ we are more than just plain flesh and blood .. In fact I take my Moms words " be more afraid of what the living can do to you ' To me its just natural and I have had an inner understanding of it from a small child .. On the same token , if you are not emotionally and spiritualy / belief / belief in yourself strong then indeed the "unknown" can indeed overwhelm you .. me ? seen and experienced enough .. and still unafraid ..
It's the unexpeted that seems so scary. A beloved person you feel will pass away soon... You take a picture to remember the last moments of life and then the results...
They say a camera never lies. There are a few thousand well documented cases like this available for further info. Check on google. Beware of the hoaxes though.
A friend of mine showed me a series of photo's once of his wife's funeral. Everybody was gathered around the grave, the coffin had already been lowered. On a few of the pics a well defined ghostly hand can be seen comming out of the ground and reaching for the priest's leg. This apparition was only visible on the pics which featured the priest and on no others in the series. My friend said the remainder of the film was developed and all the photos came out normally. Cue twilight zone music....
Understood Jnr .. but that unexpected was possibly the best ... instead of an image of a person probably in pain or not entirely with us we get an image of somebody surrounded by light ... It affirms the passage and process's of life and actually allows one to move forward with all the other images of the person when they were in better health and physical frame .. The day before My Mom passed she appeared to rally and instead of looking all shrunken and withered by cancer and pain she looked like she was in perfect health and glowing , passed on the very next day after this .. I was allowed to say goodbye to a good memory .. nature works in inexplicable but yes wonderful ways at times ..
Jnr - I see it in a way that those were the last moments of her life on this plane as we know it. Fact is, now I now that she was entering the passage to continue to walk in light and love eternally in her life hereafter. She did not struggle or fight - she wanted to go into the light fully. Do you know how I know that? On this earth and in her current body she could not walk anymore. As from the Wednesday before her death, there were a few times when she said to me that she want to put on her shoes and walk. I did not understand her urgency for that and I don't think she also consiously understood her own urgency to do so, for when I asked her where she wanted to walk to, she said she did'nt know. The Saturday morning when she died, her last words again were that she want to put on her shoes and walk - that was straight after asking again who was at her bed's foot. When we said, it's ok, we will put her shoes on her feet in a few moments so she can walk, she smiled, put her hands next to her body - and that was it. Subconsiously she was asking us if it was ok for her to leave us behind, so she could move on. So, I am not sad that I don't have normal pictures of her earth body in her last moments. As you can see, it actually was not nice to see her body the last two weeks, so the Lord knew that He should not enable me to have lasting memories of a degrading body, but lasting memories of the protection and guidance she will be surrounded in after leaving behind her body.
Not always easy to explain one's own grasp of these things, but I think you get the thread of what I am trying to say.
It often happens, that dieing people lively up (hope that's thev right way to say) for a day or two before they die.
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It often happens, that dieing people lively up (hope that's thev right way to say) for a day or two before they die.
I've experienced that as well, that was why I was still very sceptical when my father was moved from I.C.U (as he was looking so well) to a general ward.My husband and mother visited him that same night and he was so well and comfortable.Everybody doctores included,thought great Fred's going to make it.(Except I) He passed away quietly the next morning.Now I'm having a good old cry again.
iknow giverose e154
back to "hauntings" - i wonder if the following has happened to any of you - i woke up one night with a feeling of being squashed into the bed - the whole body - could not even move a finger - and with it a feeling of a depressing darkness. the only parts that i could move were my eyes - could not even speak. This happened at boarding school (Wellington - new hostel).
on a lighter note of hauntings - a person asked his friend the "house sit" while he was away - on returning he found that his friend was not staying in the room that he was supposed to - on enquiring, the friend told him that the room was haunted - every now and then he would hear a sigh and this when no one in the house except him - on investigating this they found that the sigh came from a "Airoma" automatic air freshener on top of the wardrobe in the room. (the free standing type that works with batteries)
Keep well All - Gus
I just believe "haunting" has something to do with our imagenation. There's no such thing as ghosts.
It's like when you say somebody spirit lives on when he's dead. The person, his soul, what ever, is dead. The spirit that lives on, is what we have on our mind and in our hearts the way we knew somebody. This can be so strong, that it may feel as if the person is around.
I believe haunting works on a simular basis.
Just my opinion. Hope I didn't disturb the topic now...
Nope .. No disturbance .. thats the way you have seen and experienced things in your life ,that is untill something happens to convince you otherwise , and we leave it at that .. its like lots of things have plausible explanations and causes and then you have things with no known cause or explanantion .. its all part of the mystery of life on this planet ..
I agree with you Sandy. These experiances are often a mystery. I've made my experiances too. But I believe, that just because I can't explain things with ratio, it doesn't mean I'm seeing ghosts.
Working in a psychiatry for near as 20 years has disillusend me more and more. I see people every day experiencing "over natural" things, and these things are only within themselves. Even if there are impulses from outside, the rest happens inside.
fror eg. The impulse -> As kids we all learned that Jesus is in all of us. This doesn't mean I'm the reincarnation of Jesus. But it's the way psychiatric sick people often work. Obviously there's a long way between the impulse and the psychose (hope it's spellt that way) .
I'll try to describe a situation as an egsample for many other situations I've experienced over the years. Hope my words will make sewnce... you know, the translation.
I've always had gettogethers with my patients. It#s important to sit together, socialising and showing interest toward each other. a chance of opening yourself toward the world ect.... Nowe there was this lady, who explained why she was so fat. It's only because she drinks so much water. The reason why she drink so much, is because she has to produce food for the world. Now what she meant was, that she was "giving birth" to food. She would lie in bed at night as if in labour shouting, moaning and scaring people...
At that time I had just split up with my exwife. She told me I married the wrong women and deserve some one more suitable. The solution: Get a wife baked in the human factory. Now everybody in the round was pissing him/herself. There was no affinity from the other patients.
So I asked one of the men why he's laughing. He explained how stupid this all was. Now what I knew, was that he imagined to be pregnant with twins for about 10 years. So i asked him if he has ever made experiences like this one. Telling people about himself and others would laugh. He got serious very quickly.
I know this doesn't explain whether there is haunting or not. I just wanted to show how people make experiences in a so much convincing way for themselves, that things seem to turn out to be their reality.
If you go one step further, like saying "birds of a feather...", then you sem to be sure your experiences are reality. You tend to believe "everybody makes the same experiences so this must be reality".
as I said. Only my opinion. Nothing realy measurable for any of the point of yiews in this topic.
Take a shift to the side .... another perspective .. I agree with the birds of a feather happening ... but now take a recent happening .. the boxing day dinner you saw on the site ... Now Pauls youngest brother .. 5 yrs old ... not a bright child with a speech impediment and slight learning disability more interested in his computer games ..not at all affected by Johns passing .. he knew him as " uncle John ' coming to the odd braai etc etc ... No on the surface grief , longing or anything that should set the stage for seeing or making it happen in the mind in fact I would call him innocent in is simplicity .. during one of the breaks inbetween courses , young ones run into garden playing.. as its a warm evening a few of us filter outside ... I'm sitting by the pond relaxing ... Young Alex comes and sits next to me , puts his hand on my knee looks up at me and says ever so matter of factly and without fear .. " uncle sandy there is a man who looks just like uncle John walking in the garden over there" .. pointing in general direction ,, nobody there.. i patted him on the head and quietly said " yes i know that is how it is " ... he runs off again shouting and babbling like only a young child in play can do ??
Your life experience ?? doing the Psychiatry .. it changes the viewpoint ,, the science of it and the assault on your senses from dealing with people with real mind problems that manifest in the most strange ways ..
I know that I am not delusional , but if I sat down with a Psychitrist they would most proabably think I am ... again from their science viewpoint I would be classed as so .. but then again I go back to the theory of the elements and water that make up a human being or any other form of life .. Mix them toghether and ask the scientist to create life from that soup ?? he cannot ,, so therefore out of his inabilty to do so he will always look for a way to disprove the miracle of creation , ... ??
Sandy - I know it has been a long time ago, but I only post a reply today " Your Quote 2008 = After Brent had passed on ... a few weeks afterwards I was at Auntie Irenes anyhow she took me into Brents bedroom and gave me a few items of his .. car toy . it was a red VW beetle I put this car on the window pelmet in my bedroom , taking it down every now and again and letting it run around ..
Well this was about 4- 5 weeks after Brents passing .. I climbed up to get the car off the pelmet , picked the car up and got the shock of my life.. underneath the VW was one of those little psalm books .. I remember falling back in shock and landing on my bed .. I took it to my Mom and asked her if she ahd any knowledge of it .. No ... somehow this little psalm book from one of the many similar cards ahd made its way to me .. in it was the 23rd psalm, a favourite of Brent .. ethereal travel ?? who knows ??
My comment about your experience Sandy - . about 7 years ago a friend of ours passed away. an ex Oranjemunder. he lived alone in a rondawel on a smallholding - He had a few bee hives , he sold honey to the local shop . After the funeral , the Priest and a friend went to his dwelling to tidyup . Just finished with the task - a bee flew in - sat on the white pillow , paused a bit , then came and sat on the friend's arm for a minute or two , before it took off and flew away through the open window. The Priest also passed away a year or so ago . He was a man of repute . Since he also spoke about the incident - I feel that he wont mind at all , ant that I may repeat his story . Maybe the bee was a messenger ,, life after life ?
Thanks Hennie ..