Thursday, February 28, 2008

What Are Ghosts?

Excerpt from "The Haunted Tourist: A Layman's Guide to Ghost Hunting and Hauntings In Northern California" by J.D. Woodall

What are ghosts? Theories abound. A literate discussion about ghosts leads naturally to rumor, hearsay and innuendo, as well as philosophy, religion, mythology, history, folk-tales, and physics. Most researchers agree that ghosts, spirits, apparitions, et al., are the electromagnetic residues of a once-living being. The experts' theory is that energy is neither created nor destroyed, but can be transformed. That transformation of energy after the death of the physical body exists in the form of ghosts. In short, a ghost is a person's lingering personality, hopes, dreams, desires, soul, memory, and all those things which made that person so unique while he or she was still alive.

There is evidence on film and on audiotape that ghosts do, in fact, exist. There are a lot of photographs showing unusual, round, milky white bubbles floating over tombstones or over the heads of other people in the photographs. There are also photographs of smoke like ghosts, misty ghosts, and half-transparent apparitions which were not there when the pictures were taken, and which only show up on film or videotape. The good news is that the living people present in the photograph, videotape or audiotape are not aware that there is a ghost standing next to them. Personally, I wouldn't want to know either. Ghosts don't seem to be limited only to human beings. There are reports of ghostly dogs and cats who haunt houses after they have died. There are even reports of household pets who sometimes haunt a location with their owners after the owners become ghosts themselves. There are also reports of ghostly pack mules, spirited horses, and wild black panthers that haunt the hillside and then disappear. And even more strange are the tales of ghostly ships which can be spotted docked at the pier or sailing into the foggy bay. And who hasn't heard tales of phantom trains and stagecoaches, the mournful whistles and clatter of which can be heard in the lonely darkness of the night?

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Ghost Memoirs #1

Approximately 1976

This was my first real memory of an unexplained spirit experience. I was very young, so young in fact that I cannot tell you how old I was or even the address of where we were living at that point. I do know that the time frame was right to have us living in Colorado Springs, Colorado, and I do know that I was in the car with my mother. Please understand that my mother also seems to be “sensitive” to spirits, so I cannot say whether it was because of her or me that we experienced what we did. Or perhaps it was both of us that brought it on. Unfortunately, we will never know.

As I said before, I know that I was traveling in a car with my mother that night. When she recounted the tale in later days, she told people that she remembered passing by the local graveyard. I cannot honestly say that I remember this, however, as I was so young that I couldn't see far past the bottom of the windows. What I do remember is driving along in the dark and then having the feeling like something was behind us. When I turned to peer over the back of the seat and look out the rear window, what I saw took my breath away. Apparently, my mother saw it as well, as she gasped as she looked in the rearview mirror. What we saw looked like a very small, glowing cloud, tailing along directly behind our car. When I asked my mother what it was, she glanced back at the rearview mirror a couple of times, her eyes wide. She finally replied, “I don't know, honey. “ and I could sense that her uneasiness was equal to mine. As we continued to drive, my mother kept worriedly glancing at the rearview mirror, and her uneasiness seemed to grow into fear.

The shape continued it's pursuit of us until we pulled into the garage, at which point my mother grabbed my hand and said, “Let's run, honey”. In that final moment, I didn't have a chance for a last look, to see if it were still there, floating in our garage, as my mother hustled me very quickly into the house. However, my mother yelled to my father to go have a look, at which point, of course, there was nothing there.

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Do you believe in ghosts?

Do you? I do. Ever since I was a little girl, I have experienced things that could only be classified as paranormal. It is something I have learned to accept and to try to understand, something that I will always strive to learn more about.

That is why I have started this blog - to share with others my experiences, to talk to others about there experiences, to share stories and information, to just have a place to talk about something I am very passionate about. To learn from and help each other understand.