Do You Think There Is More on This Earth Besides Us?

[Pink Cashmere]

Do you believe that there are things on this Earth that we can not explain with science? Like human spirits hanging around instead of going wherever we think they should go after their physical bodies die? 

I believe that there is much more in this world we live in, than what we are aware of and can easily recognize. I am also scary, so I’m good with whatever else exists, continuing to make not make itself known to me. But I also have a few stories to tell about some strange things that happened at my other house, that can’t be explained by real flesh and blood, living humans. Both my children, and my Mom after she came to live in my house 5 years ago, say weird things happen there. That’s in addition to the weird things I’ve witnessed myself.

What do you all think and what have you experienced as far as things happening that aren’t easily explained happening due to humans?

[haapai]

My dad has collected a few stories that cannot be explained by science, mostly involving sharks, whales, and dolphins.  There are others that involve humans behaving well under circumstances that do not favor good behavior.  He's a man of science, probably agnostic, but he's open to saying that there are some things that he does not understand. 

I can only remember one instance of something similar happening to myself, a dream that I had and don't wish to share.  Now that I am older, I'm not convinced that it was supernatural.  It sure did feel that way at the time, though. 

On the other hand, I have had plenty of premonitions that probably were not premonitions.  Sometimes the universe gives you plenty of clues that something is gonna happen even though everyone around you refuses to even entertain, much less discuss, the possibility that it is gonna happen soon.

Sorry to be a water-thrower.  I don't want to douse your thread and I hope that you will get many interesting responses. 

[Spellbound454]

I don't really believe in ghosts ....... but think that some people are quite intuitive and can pick up on clues that others may miss.

Years ago I was going down a rickety wooden escalator on the London underground .. I was oddly planning my escape route should it catch fire
I was definitely going to go down and in to the tunnel.
Two weeks later it caught fire, those who went on the tracks were saved whilst those who tried going up to the station, did not survive.

and again, I was in York Minster looking up at a beautiful ornate carved ceiling... then thought what a shame it would be if it caught fire.
Two weeks later it was struck by lightening and destroyed.

Probably a logical explanation

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[busymom]

Ok, I'll share my strange story.  Actually I have a couple, one that happened to me, and one to a relative.  

First, my relative used to work in a building that used to be a house that was rumored to have abortions performed.  People working there late at night, my relative included, said you could hear the footsteps of someone walking on the 2nd floor, when no one was working on the 2nd floor.  Nope, it wasn't the cleaning lady.  A number of people thought there might be a ghost.

Now, my story is very weird, especially when I'm the one who experienced it.  I was stopped at a red light, and I saw someone was going to run the light and do a left turn into oncoming traffic.  I was really paying attention, because depending on how the crash would happen, one vehicle could have easily headed towards me.  I will swear that the 2 vehicles went through each other.  There was no crash, no damage, no nothing.  I wish I would've had a camera on my car so I could review the whole thing.  But it honestly looked like the 2 vehicles passed right through each other.  I cannot explain it.  But, I'm thankful I wasn't hurt, and neither was anyone else.  

[Pink Cashmere]

So the first story I will share is that my Grandmother believed in “haints” She had her own kind of language that I’ve been able to find words to replace in “the King’s English”, but not so far for”haints”

So until she died, she swore her Dad came to visit her one night after he died. He had on the suit he was buried in, but she could never see his face, she just knew it was him.

I love my Grandother SO, SO much, but I hope she knows me well enough to know that I'm so scary that if she makes herself known to me like that, I’ll probably just die on the spot from a heart attack.

[Tennesseer]

I have heard of haint before.

The word haint is an alternative spelling of haunt, which was historically used in African-American vernacular to refer to a ghost or, in the Hoodoo belief, a witch-like creature seeking to chase victims to their death by exhaustion.[6][7]

Haint Blue

[Tennesseer]

'Do You Think There Is More on This Earth Besides Us?'

Do I think human beings are more special than any other life form in are planet's hiistory? In some ways yes and some ways no. At some future time, humans will die off and in thousands and thousands of years, some other animal will become the dominant being.

Do I believe there is an afterlife? I don't know. If there is an afterlife, is there an afterlife for mice or giraffes? Why would we be so special and not mice, giraffes or even ants? They have their own societies, family groups and unique behaviors which support their species.

Roaming spirits and ghosts? No. We hope and sometimes romanticize our ancestors and others are still around and watching over us. Guardian angels if one likes.

When my parents passed away, they were cremated. My dad's funeral was not too long after he passed. Dad's ashes were placed in a columbarium at a national veterans cemetery. My mom later passed away right before the November and December holidays. We delayed services for mom because air travel was required for most of us and travelling by air around the holidays can and is a nightmare. Plus it was winter time. Weather delays.

So we postponed mom's services. And postponed them again. My brother and sister were within driving distance of the Veterans cemetery. I told the sibs just bring mom's ashes to the cemetery so she can be placed with dad. We all agreed if there was an afterlife, mom and dad don't care about the ashes and are good naturally laughing at us for worrying about the ashes.

Nice to think there is an afterlife. But if there isn't one, I will never know, will I.

[Tiny]

Jul 7, 2023 19:23:05 GMT -5 Pink Cashmere said:

So the first story I will share is that my Grandmother believed in “haints” She had her own kind of language that I’ve been able to find words to replace in “the King’s English”, but not so far for”haints”
 

I have "know" that word! I have very good memories of a weekend long StoryTelling Festival I attended back in the late 80's early 90's. There were tellers from all over America.

During the evening Ghost Stories a teller (from Louisiana) told a tale they had heard from their Grandmother and she told the story using phrases and vernacular her Memaw used. and "haints" was a word used and if I remember right - it meant "spirit" or "essense" of one who had passed. The Festival (back then) was all about diversity and learning about other people's experiences and lives and finding common ground. We are not all that different from each other (no matter where we were born). There were young and old tellers, all skin colors, some international.


TBH. I am not a believer in ghosts or spirits or things that cannot be explained (even if we can't explain them now) there are only things of this world.

That doesn't mean I think anyone is 'crazy' or that I don't want to hear about the story/experiences. Perhaps the story/experience is more about the living than those who have past.


That said - I have a ghost in my garage. I bought the house (and garage) "as is" and I was ok with the previous owner leaving stuff behind. The garage had a bunch of odds and ends of "junk" that ultimately went to the trash - but some of it was up high on shelves and in the rafters. I would have to use a ladder to get to the rafters and would be going up and down ALOT. I knew it would be dirty work pulling all the stuff out (and I wasn't looking forward to finding bird or squirrel or possum bones (I was sure some critter had died up there in the rafters over the last 50 years...) so I was doing the clean out on a bright sunny warm day. I don't know if I had myself worked up over the possibility of critter bones or what, but by the time I got to the final area of the rafters to clean out I had major creeps/willies every time I went up to the ladder and pulled down some more "stuff". I was having to convince myself to go back up the ladder each time and I had started talking to myself - giving some encouragement. My neighbor came over to say hello - and when I said I was finding the garage especially creepy even though I was almost done and hadn't had any issue with the other areas I had cleared. He told me the "story" of the first owner of the house and how he had died in the garage. I was strangely relieved by this. I told the ghost I was sorry I was cleaning out the garage, that I didn't mind that he was there, and that I wished him peace. We get along just great.

[resolution]

I recently listened to a podcast about an experimenter in the early 1900s who weighed people as they died to try to determine the weight of a soul. The experiments were followed up by others trying to weigh animals as they die, and some psychic institute weighing people that claimed to astral project their spirits, to see if there was a change at the time that they said their spirits left their bodies. This was followed by some analysis where they tried to come up with a cohesive theory that worked with a few sets of conflicting results.

I do believe that there is more out there than meets the eye, but there isn't much reputable research, since the people that engage in it tend to be labeled as crackpots.  I do think there is something to dowsing and potentially other psychic skills. I just don't believe in it enough to spend any money on it.

[Tennesseer]

Jul 7, 2023 21:30:51 GMT -5 resolution said:

I recently listened to a podcast about an experimenter in the early 1900s who weighed people as they died to try to determine the weight of a soul. The experiments were followed up by others trying to weigh animals as they die, and some psychic institute weighing people that claimed to astral project their spirits, to see if there was a change at the time that they said their spirits left their bodies. This was followed by some analysis where they tried to come up with a cohesive theory that worked with a few sets of conflicting results.

I do believe that there is more out there than meets the eye, but there isn't much reputable research, since the people that engage in it tend to be labeled as crackpots.  I do think there is something to dowsing and potentially other psychic skills. I just don't believe in it enough to spend any money on it.

Late in my dad's life he became interested in John Edward and his show Crossing Over with John Edward. Dad wanted to believe he would be with his parents after he passed and was thinking of contacting Edward to see if he could get in touch with his parents. I told not to put too much faith in Edward and his alleged medium skills. Plus the guy wanted money.

I told dad if there was an afterlife he would be with his parents and other relative. But don't send Edward money. Dad listened to me and sent no money.

[laterbloomer]

Ever since my college course on Sense and Perception I have believed some people have Extra Sensory Perception, it's not much of a stretch once I understood the narrow limits on what our senses could actually pick up.
I don't really know what I think of ghosts. It seems odd to me that ghosts would hang around here. But if they were I would expect them to be around all the time. Only seeing them sometimes makes no sense to me.
So I do believe there is more around than most people pick up through our senses but ghosts don't really make sense.

[tractor]

I believe there are thing we just can't explain. Our brains are powerful tools, and we can craft up unlimited possibilities about things we see/hear/feel.

I also believe that we are surrounded by spirits from our past, not evil, harmful ones, but something else I can't explain clearly. Those strange feelings you have that you're being watched, or that sudden cold draft out of nowhere, even feelings of comfort in an otherwise chaotic setting. Real, or not, it becomes real to you as your brain finds ways to control your senses.

Now on to my story. After my grandfather died, we moved into his house (I was 8 at the time). One night while watching tv, I saw my grandpa clear as day out in the patio, when I went up to open the door and let him in, he was gone. It was only later on that I found out he had died on the patio, something I was never told as a child...

[Pink Cashmere]

Jul 8, 2023 9:24:54 GMT -5 tractor said:

I believe there are thing we just can't explain. Our brains are powerful tools, and we can craft up unlimited possibilities about things we see/hear/feel.

I also believe that we are surrounded by spirits from our past, not evil, harmful ones, but something else I can't explain clearly. Those strange feelings you have that you're being watched, or that sudden cold draft out of nowhere, even feelings of comfort in an otherwise chaotic setting. Real, or not, it becomes real to you as your brain finds ways to control your senses.

Now on to my story. After my grandfather died, we moved into his house (I was 8 at the time). One night while watching tv, I saw my grandpa clear as day out in the patio, when I went up to open the door and let him in, he was gone. It was only later on that I found out he had died on the patio, something I was never told as a child...

Like I said, strange things started happening at my house when DGS was a baby. Like I was walking down the hallway and watched the door to DD’s bedroom slowly close. When I got to the end of the hall, where it was, the door closed with a click. It was only halfway open at first, but still. Nobody else was home but DD and the baby, who wasn’t even crawling, and they were both in the den that I’d just walked out of. The a/c wasn’t on, no windows were open. I went in there and looked under the bed and in the closet. Nothing.

[Knee Deep in Water Chloe]

First, I think this is an incredibly interesting thread. I'm going to, after this post, just read because I want to hear what you all have to say. 
I don't really believe in the supernatural, but that's because I'm such a literal person. 
My aunt, a devout Christian, did believe in ghosts and believed she had several encounters with them over her lifetime. 

[Tennesseer]

Dreams.

When I was five or six years old, I was walking home alone (yes it was safe in the 1950s for little kids to walk alone) from a friend's home who lived several streets away.  As I was crossing the street which ran in front my parents home I was hit by a car.  I remember nothing of the event but I probalby froze in the middle of the street and the driver hit me.  I was fortunate that I did not end up under the driver's vehicle wheels. I remember nothing of the event. Completely blank, even today. I only know what I was told about it.

As I was hit by the car in front of my home, and my dad's dental office was attached to our home, both of my parents among other neighbors ran outside to help me after hearing the screeching tires.  An ambulance was called and I went to the hospital.  I apprently only had a slight concussion and a chipped pelvis bone.  I was out of the hospital after several days and bed rested at home for a week.

For years after and well into adulthood I had the exact same nightmare.  Never varied.  Always in the same order of dream events.  The dream would start out with me looking out my home's windows.  It was nighttime.  When I looked out the window, whether it was looking out to the north, south, east or west, a smiling full moon would be looking back at me.  Scared me a bit.

Before I knew it, a witch on a broom picked me up and flew me over a street and then dropped me onto it.  I would then be laying in the road and the sound and approaching sight of a firetruck with siren blaring and lights flashing was fast approaching me.  When the firetruck was about to hit me, I would wake up.

I did not know why I kept on having this recurring dream over many years.  I eventually made peace with it and the dream soon stopped.  It wasn't until well into adulthood that I disected the dream and it all made sense.

The smiling moon represented all the people, including my parents, who were looking at me laying in the street after being hit by the car.  Smiling that I was not injured worse.   I think everyone staring at me in real life later influenced me in not liking to be the center of attention for any reason.

The firetruck and its blaring siren and lights was in real life the ambulance coming down the street to pick me up and bring me to the hospital.  

Now the witch.  The Wizard of Oz was first shown on TV in 1956.  I was five in 1956 which is approximately the age I was when I was hit by the car.  The first time I watched the Wizard of Oz it scared the crap out of me.  

Took my mind many years to come to the conclusion I was safe and it was time to that dream.

[happyhoix]

Didn’t believe in ghosts until I moved into and older house that was haunted. For years DH and i argued about it (he said it wasn’t) - then found out from a neighbor that the original owners wife died from cancer in the house in the thirties. Didn’t make me happy to know who the ghost was. Then we moved out, and several years later DH met the person currently living there, who said, without prompting, that the house was haunted.

Other encounter- at work I was down in a basement where we have some instruments. As I turned around to get something I needed I caught a glimpse of a tall thin black guy in a white lab coat standing at the far end of the room, looking at the wall. I looked back, confused because I hadn’t heard anyone come in, and he was gone. When I told maintenance about this, he said that sounded like a longtime employee who had been murdered (not at work) maybe thirty years before. He was standing in front of where there used to be distilled water equipment that needed to be periodically checked. (Equipment isn’t there anymore). Apparently this employee also liked to ride the freight elevators and talk to other people on the elevator (I don’t know, I never ride the elevator).

[NomoreDramaQ1015]

I swear I saw DHs grandfather. He died in the house DH used to live in.

It was 6am and DH was already at work. I looked out the bedroom door and there was a man standing in the doorway.

Freaked me the fuck out.

I described what I saw to DH and he said you just described my grandfather.

I never met his grandfather or seen a picture.

Neither one of us can explain it.

[Deleted]

Yes, I believe there are things other than living humans in our world.  Call them spirits, or haints, or ghosts, whatever you want.  I have experienced the presence of something(s) and others I highly respect have as well.  Those I have experienced were not malevolent.  Animals have senses we don't at currently have and they do react to presences we can't detect.  Perhaps we could too at one time in the past.  

[Pink Cashmere]

Jul 8, 2023 15:00:20 GMT -5 soupandstew said:

Yes, I believe there are things other than living humans in our world.  Call them spirits, or haints, or ghosts, whatever you want.  I have experienced the presence of something(s) and others I highly respect have as well.  Those I have experienced were not malevolent.  Animals have senses we don't at currently have and they do react to presences we can't detect.  Perhaps we could too at one time in the past.  

I also believe young children are more likely to see or sense things we aren’t aware of.

My daughter is over 30yo now and she still says the little boy she use to talk about, really did live in her closet. She started saying that as soon as we moved in, and every time I asked her to describe him, the description was always the same.

When DGS was old enough to walk, but still wasn’t talking clearly, every day around dusk, he would stand in the door to my den, facing the living room. He would crouch down and giggle and “talk”, like he was playing with somebody. This was after my huge decluttering binge, and there was no furniture in my living room, just a bookcase and an end table. Sometimes I would take his hand, walk with him into the living room and ask him to show me what he was looking at, he’d always point to a blank wall, but there was nothing ever there that I can see. This was after all the other strange stuff had started happening, and I was honestly getting creeped out.

[Tennesseer]

Some of you may know the name Louis L'Amour. Louis L'Amour is best known for writing fictional stories about the American west. Cowboys and stuff. But L'Amour also wrote several science fiction stories too which take place in the American west.

I only read one book of L'Amour's and it was a science fiction one titled The Haunted Mesa. Without giving away the plot, it involves travelling to different earthly worlds through portals in a mysterious southwest mountain area.

If 'you' believe in other worldly beings, this book is for you. I have read the book several times because it's a good and interesting read.

[Pink Cashmere]

When DGS was still a baby and wasn’t even crawling, DD and I decided to go sit on the front porch with him. She was holding him, so I held the wrought iron door open for her to go out. About 10 minutes later, she needed to go use the restroom. The door was locked. Nobody else was at the house.

We ended up having to jump the fence to get in the backyard. It just so happened that it was nice outside and I had the smaller windows on the bay windows open. I had to stand on a patio chair, tear the screen off the window, and climb through it. I went straight to the front door, and the doorknob was definitely locked. Straight up and down locked, not crooked and almost locked. I knew I hadn’t done it, and DD never even touched it because I held the door open for her.

[Knee Deep in Water Chloe]

Jul 8, 2023 15:25:50 GMT -5 Tennesseer said:

Some of you may know the name Louis L'Amour. Louis L'Amour is best known for writing fictional stories about the American west. Cowboys and stuff. But L'Amour also wrote several science fiction stories too which take place in the American west.

I only read one book of L'Amour's and it was a science fiction one titled The Haunted Mesa. Without giving away the plot, it involves travelling to different earthly worlds through portals in a mysterious southwest mountain area.

If 'you' believe in other worldly beings, this book is for you. I have read the book several times because it's a good and interesting read.

Huh, I had no idea he had science fiction books also.  I've read several of his regular westerns. I'll add The Haunted Mesa to my list. 

[Pink Cashmere]

I won’t be reading that book, I’m too scary lol. I’ve also said I don’t know whether spirits and ghosts are real, and I didn’t want to find out they were through personal experience.

When DD started talking about the little boy in her closet, she didn’t seem afraid of him, so I let it go. We eventually started calling him Billy lol. But when all the weird stuff started happening after she moved back in and had DGS, I started getting creeped out. 

During that time, DD use to say that after I went to sleep, she’d hear strange noises like thuds like something heavy had been dropped or thrown. One day I was at work and she and I were talking on the phone about whatever weird stuff had happened the night before, and all of a sudden I couldn’t hear her, but I could hear strange noises that in my mind sounded like some kind of monster lol. I hung up and called DD right back and asked if she heard that and she said yes and described it exactly like I would have. That afternoon when I got home from work, I got a Bible and sat in my den and told whoever was in my house, that I needed them to leave, even Billy, and asked God to usher them away. I was actually afraid by then, and didn’t know what else to do.

Things settled down after that. But several years later, my Mom came to stay with me. After some months, out of the blue, she asked me “Pink, is your house haunted?” I kind of chuckled and asked her why she asked me that, and she said the exact same things DD use to say about all the noises after I’d go to sleep or if she (my Mom) was there alone at night.

The house has original hard wood floors, and they creak sometimes at night as the house is settling I guess. But those aren’t the sounds my Mom and DD described, they both knew what the floors creaking sounded like. 

I still have no idea what was really going on. Like I said before, “Billy” was always there, but the really weird stuff didn’t start happening until DGS was born. Idk if having a baby in the house stirred some stuff up or what. But aside from what my DD and years later my Mom described, I know what I saw and witnessed myself after DGS was born, and there was no logical explanation for it. Also, after both my children moved out (before DGS was born), I use to get a bad vibe or something from DS’s bedroom. Idk why. But I always kept that door closed when I lived alone.

I’m mostly a pretty reasonable and logical person, and I’m so scary that I’d be good if I’d never experienced these things that I have no logical explanation for. So please believe me, I’m not making any of that up.

[Tennesseer]

Somehow this meme I posted on the memes board the other day seems appropriate here too.

[billisonboard]

Jul 7, 2023 21:30:51 GMT -5 resolution said:

I recently listened to a podcast about an experimenter in the early 1900s who weighed people as they died to try to determine the weight of a soul. The experiments were followed up by others trying to weigh animals as they die, and some psychic institute weighing people that claimed to astral project their spirits, to see if there was a change at the time that they said their spirits left their bodies. This was followed by some analysis where they tried to come up with a cohesive theory that worked with a few sets of conflicting results.

I do believe that there is more out there than meets the eye, but there isn't much reputable research, since the people that engage in it tend to be labeled as crackpots.  I do think there is something to dowsing and potentially other psychic skills. I just don't believe in it enough to spend any money on it.

[Artemis Windsong]

Jul 7, 2023 16:50:55 GMT -5 Pink Cashmere said:

Do you believe that there are things on this Earth that we can not explain with science? Like human spirits hanging around instead of going wherever we think they should go after their physical bodies die? 

I believe that there is much more in this world we live in, than what we are aware of and can easily recognize. I am also scary, so I’m good with whatever else exists, continuing to make not make itself known to me. But I also have a few stories to tell about some strange things that happened at my other house, that can’t be explained by real flesh and blood, living humans. Both my children, and my Mom after she came to live in my house 5 years ago, say weird things happen there. That’s in addition to the weird things I’ve witnessed myself.

What do you all think and what have you experienced as far as things happening that aren’t easily explained happening due to humans?

The short story is yes.

If you think you are living with spirits, try to make a truce that they live at night and you during the day.  That there is plenty of room for both of you to exist.  I negotiated this with the spirit of a civil war ghost in one of my houses.

That is just one.  I felt a spirit pass through me in the local mall.  Very odd sensation.

I think a lot of my insomnia was/is harassment by spirits and/or psychics.

I told my DD to stop seeking places where people died violently as she could bring home a violent spirit.

There are specific requirements for spirits to pass into the heaven of the Holy Bible.  Some resurrections aren't completed for a variety of reasons.  I have no proof of that other than on faith.  The take away from this is being kind as you go through life.

[Artemis Windsong]

When I was delirious from covid, I had spirits of slaves that hadn't passed on keeping me company.  I knew they were there by the apparition of a floating coke can.  People say just good drugs.

I also was frantic about being locked in.  I saw a young girl walk through my locked ICU room saying she was in big trouble because her Dad would be mad she was locked in downstairs.

[countrygirl2]

I just remembered my great aunt talking about haints, I never heard the word from anyone else before. She was from the Kentucky mining country, could not read or write.