(10-29-2023, 02:39 AM)Ninurta Wrote:Again, very similar experiences. That's always notable to me. Not quite the same. But same same.(10-29-2023, 01:38 AM)BodhisattvaStyle Wrote:
Quick side note: "brain-stain" had me rollin)
That's the most accurately descriptive term I could think of. When he suicided, it blew bits of brain in a shotgun pattern on the ceiling, hence "brain stain". The official police report termed it suicide over despondency that his wife had left him. I've always wondered 1) what prompted his wife to leave - did it have anything to do with the "haunting"? and 2) was his suicide prompted by some external "oppression" due to the haint? I reckon we'll never know.
Quote:Although I am ike you, Ninurta, I can deal with and understand these things. My mom on the other hand is terrified of things like that. Fear is her main drive. Panic and fear, actually. So whatever it is I'm dealing with (I haven't peg exactly what it is yet) has latched onto her. From hearing her stories, I also think it's been with her a very long time.
A tid bit that fits into the puzzle is, there is a ton of money on that side of the family. I think that ties into all of this. I don't believe I'm dealing with something that's just a pushover.
I, myself, can deal with it. Just not sure what to do for her.
I can commiserate. My first wife had... let's call them "issues". She would occasionally go into what I can only call a "trance" state. Her eyes would roll back into her head like she was trying to look at her own brain, and while in that state she would see "things". One was a very bright ball of light that she wanted to follow. Where that would have led I have no idea, as I disallowed it. I also don't know if it was an angel, a demon, or a hallucination. I will note here, however, that "Lucifer" means "Light-Bringer", and that Satan has been called "an angel of light". But other entities, both "good" and "bad", have also been described similarly, so I just don't know.
She was also subject to sudden outbursts of anger and violence. Once I had to hold her with her arms pinned to her sides in a bear-hug for two solid hours before she calmed down and was no longer a danger to either me or herself.
I never was able to rid her of whatever it was, but I also didn't know then what I do know now. After we split up, she married a preacher, and as far as I know they lived happily ever after. I know she is still living - her family lives in this area - but I don't know what her current state is, since I've not spoken to her in 30 years. I do hope she eventually found peace.
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BTW the camera clips you shared were cool. The second one I couldn't see anything. I did hear that groan tho in the first one. That's a sound I've heard before. I like to think of those orbs as spirits. Probably good ones since I I don't remember hearing anything bad That's ever associated with them. I think they are beautiful. I've personally have never seen one.
I'll share another one of my spooky tales since we are under the full moon getting closer to Halloween.
The house I'm in now has always had the most activity. Everyone that comes here has some sort of experience. Almost as if whatever it is introduces itself in some way. It's always freaky, even though, for the most part, it has never done any harm. Just slamming doors, or green mist with figures of people being seen walking through the house. We had all seen a tall man, and a small petite woman. The woman we all saw, we could also feel her presence. But it was always gentle. Just sort of playful more than anything. We had grown accustomed to them.
I, however, kept seeing the tall man. He was very different, and had a completely opposite energy. Very dark. Very angry. I did not acknowledge him for a long time.
One morning I woke up in a panic. I woke up to this powerful energy of anger. It was if someone murderously angry with me had stormed into the room and rushed at me. My first instinct was to get out of that room. I lean up and start to put my feet towards to floor when I felt like I got hit by a bull, full force. Something had knocked me back, and had me pinned up against the headboard and the bed. It felt like I had hands around my throat because I couldn't breathe as I was trying to fight my way out of this. I remember flailing and trying to reach for hands on my throat. This went on for about 10 seconds and I was starting to get angry myself because it would not let go. As I was just about to finally yell out at it, the second I started to holler "get the ***k off of me" it all stopped in that very instant.
I was fighting so hard to get up, when it did finally let go I was hurled forward. But as soon as it began it all just stopped. The energy in the room, all of it just stopped.
I know what sleep paralysis is. I've experienced that once before.
This was not that. I was fighting full force with an invisible "something."
My yes is my yes, and my no is my no. That is a true story. Other similar occurrences happened with my dad and my sister. Violent episodes.