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Same here.

I always had a strong belief in the "supernatural", but events involving my Dads death made me a 100% believer.
I respect you and devils decisions to keep your stories about your dads to yourselves. I am going to share mine though.

I to have always believed in the supernatural, so this wasn't some wake up call. My father who was more of a man then I could ever hope to be (hard worker, hunter, fisherman). He contracted Asbestosis from years of working in construction. He put up one hell of a fight but was essentially homeridden to bedridden the last year of his life. The night that we buried him, me, my brothers, Dads brother and brother in law were standing on my moms porch reminiscing. We had pulled the plug on Dad because that is what he had wanted from prior talks with him. None the less there was some speculation on whether or not we should have did it. About this time a song bird flew by my head in between the rest of those on the porch and flew to the window of my dads den room to where it stayed and looked at us for a couple minutes. My dad was a big time bird lover. I know some will say it was just a coincidence but in my heart and mind I know it was a message from dad saying he was free and he was in a better place. Please no snarky comments
 
I respect you and devils decisions to keep your stories about your dads to yourselves. I am going to share mine though.

I to have always believed in the supernatural, so this wasn't some wake up call. My father who was more of a man then I could ever hope to be (hard worker, hunter, fisherman). He contracted Asbestosis from years of working in construction. He put up one hell of a fight but was essentially homeridden to bedridden the last year of his life. The night that we buried him, me, my brothers, Dads brother and brother in law were standing on my moms porch reminiscing. We had pulled the plug on Dad because that is what he had wanted from prior talks with him. None the less there was some speculation on whether or not we should have did it. About this time a song bird flew by my head in between the rest of those on the porch and flew to the window of my dads den room to where it stayed and looked at us for a couple minutes. My dad was a big time bird lover. I know some will say it was just a coincidence but in my heart and mind I know it was a message from dad saying he was free and he was in a better place. Please no snarky comments

That is a great story, thanks for sharing, your father sounds like a great man!!!
 
That is a great story, thanks for sharing, your father sounds like a great man!!!
Thanks Ski. Growing up my dad was the meanest, cheapest, unfairest SOB around... I then grew up and had kids of my own. I then realized that my dad had always been one of the smartest men I knew. There's a lesson in there that I'm sure most of us get.:)
 
Thanks Ski. Growing up my dad was the meanest, cheapest, unfairest SOB around... I then grew up and had kids of my own. I then realized that my dad had always been one of the smartest men I knew. There's a lesson in there that I'm sure most of us get.:)


I remember growing up thinking my dad was a tight-ss and a control freak. Then I grew up and had kids and suddenly a lot of what I hated back then makes sense now.

There came a day I looked in the mirror and realized "Holy sh-t, I've become my dad."
 
I remember growing up thinking my dad was a tight-ss and a control freak. Then I grew up and had kids and suddenly a lot of what I hated back then makes sense now.

There came a day I looked in the mirror and realized "Holy sh-t, I've become my dad."

That is pretty much the evolution of life i imagine, im sure there are gonna be days where my boys same the same about me... you guys posted some amazing stories here that i enjoyed.
 
Thanks Ski. Growing up my dad was the meanest, cheapest, unfairest SOB around... I then grew up and had kids of my own. I then realized that my dad had always been one of the smartest men I knew. There's a lesson in there that I'm sure most of us get.:)

I remember growing up thinking my dad was a tight-ss and a control freak. Then I grew up and had kids and suddenly a lot of what I hated back then makes sense now.

There came a day I looked in the mirror and realized "Holy sh-t, I've become my dad."

That is pretty much the evolution of life i imagine, im sure there are gonna be days where my boys same the same about me... you guys posted some amazing stories here that i enjoyed.


This is why I always tell people...my kids included...that I don't care what my kids think about me now. It is what they think about me when they are 30 years old that I care about.
 
Dead serious atheist. :wave

And I do not believe that consciousness can survive the body, but I'm not 100% disinclined to buy that the energy signature we generate in life is incapable of leaving a kind of negative imprint that continues to react when the source of that energy ceases to broadcast.

Or something like that.
 
isn't that what Einstein believes? The whole energy/collective consciousness thing?

There is no heaven or hell only the energy of the universe and we all pull from it (one of the reasons why people believe in past lives and such because all the information from the history of everything is there and we pull from it).

All I know is when I was 6 and my parents divorced the 1st night that my mother and myself were in our house by ourselves I head footsteps walking up and down the hallway all night. Being 6 I really freaked out but eventually drifted off to sleep. the next morning I asked my mom if she was walking into the living room the previous night and she said that she though it was me (I would sometimes get up and go to the couch to sleep if I couldn't sleep in my bed).

From that night on (until we moved from that house) we heard footsteps in the hallway everynight - after awhile it made its way into the kitchen where it would open and close the cupboards - we never felt threatened and just came to believe that it was actually looking out for us because it never made a peep when my dad was living there. Made me a believer though and I've had other experiences in other house but I thought I would share this one.
 
Dead serious atheist. :wave

And I do not believe that consciousness can survive the body, but I'm not 100% disinclined to buy that the energy signature we generate in life is incapable of leaving a kind of negative imprint that continues to react when the source of that energy ceases to broadcast.

Or something like that.

That would work for me.......every time i hear someone who is deeply religious, i do feel a pang of jealously. The non religious is a lonely club...
 
Saw this video today and thought of this thread.

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Saw this video today and thought of this thread.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MNe23Hy7lvU

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Me and my friends used to do alot of ghost hunting in old castles etc when we were in the sealed knot an english civil war reenactment society as we had the run of the place sometimes. Personally ive heard things and seen a load of ghosts in these places.

We also used to poke about derelict houses in the middle of woods etc whilst generally misbehaving, and ive heard bestial growls right in my ear when nobody was near me.

A few that really stood out for me were when i was at home i saw what you would call an entity (a black tentacled swirly thing) floating at the top of the stairs. I'd heard about things like these before and you sure as hell dont want 1 in your house so i ran at it with pure hatred and it shifted off quickly went through the wall and disapeared never to return.

I have also seen a dead relative of 1 of my dads ex girlfriends who we lived with and i never knew about this relative let alone seen him. He had a scar on his face was fat and bald. I told my dad and he told his girlfriend and she said it was her grandad and was kinda freaked.

I work at night often walking around the building on my own and see dark shadows, hear doors slam, lights are turned on in locked rooms, things moved or placed in the centre of a room on the floor and occasionally voices as well. It doesn't bother me at all as you take enough crap sometimes from the living to put up with crap from elsewhere as well.

I never used to believe, but until you witness something yourself its easy to dismiss it as bullcrap :)
 
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