Friday, December 31

The Bird Angel Who Comforts As Someone Dies

The Guardian Angel
A Guardian Angel
I have written previously about White Feathers (links below) and how they have brought comfort to my wife and I when we lost our daughter, my mother and my best friend of over 30 years in a short period of time.

Today I was reading about Lorna Byrne who claims to see angels on a regular basis and also says that we all have a Guardian Angel with us, regardless of whether we believe this or not. To go along with this it's interesting that - in a survey published last week - a third of Britons are convinced they have a Guardian Angel who watches over them.

Lorna has written that there is an angel who can bring us comfort when someone dies. She saw such an angel when her husband moved on, which she calls the Bird Angel. This is how she describes him:

"As the angel walked towards me he opened up his enormous wings and moved them gently. I could see each individual feather, some huge, some tiny - all white with a tint of gold. I knew this was the comforting Bird Angel I had last seen shortly before my husband Joe's death a few months earlier. I knew he'd come to help me ."

She gives a further description of this particular Bird Angel, "Tall and elegant, he had a human appearance. He was radiant, his face gold in colour and his eyes gleamed with a pearly light ... He was surrounded by golden birds in flight and on the ground all around him were all kinds of other smaller birds - crows, jackdaws, robins, sparrows and finches."

I have to admit that I have never seen an angel but sometimes, almost out of instinct, I do say 'thank you' to something that seems to be looking down on me when things have turned out well. I always imagine this as a smiling face.

In Lorna's case she describes how her husband's Guardian Angel, "... moved through Joe's body and was holding his soul."

I know some readers will be very sceptical about this, especially as Lorna has written a book Stairways to Heaven on the subject and says that the angels told her to write such books. But what we all believe is up to the individual.

Lorna tells of how the angels helped a young man called Conor who was described as brain damaged and doctors had said he would remain this way for the rest of his life.

Lorna spoke to Conor and then saw six healing angels surround him.

To cut a longish story short, a year later Conor was still in a wheelchair but was now able to move his arms and his head. When Lorna last saw him, "He was walking down the street, laughing, hand in hand with a girl."

All I can say for certain myself is that I do see meaningful white feathers at times (and also black ones as a warning) and I do feel that sometimes it's as if someone is looking after me. This could be imagination, a prop to hang on to or whatever. But, at times, it's necessary to believe in things that don't at first seem possible - they may well just be true. I don't think we should ever write off the impossible.

White Feather Posts:
White Feathers And Perhaps A Deal With An Angel
White Feathers Comfort The Bereaved
White Feathers And A Special Beach

Lorna Byrne's book Stairways to Heaven is also available from Amazon UK.

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Thursday, December 30

Squirrel Behaviour With Coconuts

Not about today so a quick post of a photo of some strange squirrel behaviour. I didn't realise coconuts were a normal squirrel food but, there again, they are known for their love of nuts.

Squirrel food: coconuts
Girl Squirrel: "I'm nuts about you."
Boy Squirrel: "You're nuts so bad yourself."

Thanks JC for sending me the photo.

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Wednesday, December 29

Whose Life Is More Important: The Scientist Or Gardener?

Park imageAn imaginary conversation with a park gardener.

He asked, "Do you think it is right for man to prolong life?"

"It would depend, from my point of view," I answered, "on what the end result of the prolongation became. If the continued existence was merely an extension of breathing or whether it extended productivity, then ..."

He considered the subject, "If it was a great scientist, for instance, I think it would be worthwhile."

"What about you. What about your life?" I replied. "Shouldn't prolongation of your life, for instance, be considered along with that of the scientist's - supposing that you both continued producing?"

"But anybody can be a gardener," he said. "What I meant was the intellect, the intelligence of the scientist."

"What about your own intelligence? Don't you believe that you are part of the Universal Intelligence? That you have access to all intelligence?"

"But ..."

"But, nothing!" I argued. "A scientist, a lawyer, a doctor, an engineer - none of these has any more intelligence available to him, than you do. The difference is that each, you included, has specialised in the use of it. The scientist has applied himself to development along specialised pathways and so have you."

"But, but they contribute so much more than a gardener or a ..."

"Have you stopped to think what you have contributed?" I asked. "Have you ever thought of how many people receive pleasure from your work? How long have you worked at the park?"

"Ten years," he answered.

"Then millions of people have benefited from your work. Hundreds of people visit this beautifully kept park every day. So over a million visitors have benefited from your efforts, hard work and skill during your employment."

"I never thought of it that way," he said.

"The same applies to the efforts of any man, woman or child. Each and all are important to the life of every person whom they contact, either directly or indirectly. Suppose we had no waiters, no firemen, no postmen, no rubbish collectors, no shop assistants - and no gardeners."

The gardener went back to work, his face glowing radiantly.

Wonder whose lives we have touched today?

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Tuesday, December 28

How Rituals Combined With Action Can Cure Illness

Placebo pillsOn Sunday I wrote a post Woman Walks After 23 Years Through Spiritual Healing. I think of this as being a form of 'faith healing'. There was also a video on the post showing her being 'cured' and her first steps.

Today I was reading about how dummy pills can really work in making people feel better - even when the patient knows they are only a placebo!

This perhaps indicates that we can cure ourselves by thinking positive thoughts about feeling an improvement in our health - in other words a kind of faith healing. Our belief can work wonders with our general health.

Dr. Ted Kaptchuk of Harvard University Medical School carried out tests with patients who had an irritable bowel disorder. They were given a tablet with no active ingredients.

Dr. Kaptchuk explained, "Not only did we make it absolutely clear that these pills had no active ingredient and were made from inert substances, but we actually had 'placebo' printed on the bottle. We told the patients they didn't have to even believe in the placebo effect. Just take the pills."

Clinical tests where carried out where some patients had these placebo pills and others had real medicine. Even though the pills had no active ingredients patients taking them felt better and had improved symptoms.

Dr. Kaptchuk added, "These findings suggest that rather than mere positive thinking there may be significant benefit to the performance of medical ritual. Placebo may work even if patients know it is a placebo.

From these placebo trials we can see that if linked to a 'ritual' they can work and this is very similar to faith healing. There is a ritual of laying on hands, and the like, backed up with perhaps music or rhythm and the patient gets better. The subconscious realises something is happening and associates this with being cured. In the case of a placebo the act of taking a tablet, as offered by a medical practitioner, is sufficient to cause a subliminal trigger to make them feel better.

And, if you think about it, this is also the whole purpose behind magic or religious rituals: to cause a reaction of belief that something will happen, because of whatever act is being performed.

Ritual + an action = a desired response.

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Monday, December 27

The Coincidence Of The Identical Shaftesbury Photos

Gold Hill, Shaftesbury
Gold Hill Shaftesbury
Gold's Hill ShaftesburyThe strange thing is that when you become interested in coincidences they seem to be everywhere. Or perhaps you start looking for the slightest thing that may just be one.

This coincidence is about the Calendar that a friend brought us. I opened it up and the picture I saw was the one on the left. "That's exactly like the photo I took of Gold Hill in Shaftesbury when we had a weekend in Dorset (England)," I said to my wife.

Gold Hill is a cobbled street that runs beside the walls of King Alfred's Abbey.

And sure enough when I checked it was identical. The photo I took is the large one at the top of this post. Okay the calendar pic is brighter - they no doubt did some work on it to make it so - but it is an identical view: same cottages, same trees in the background and so on.

It's a small world or maybe everything is simply interlinked - and we don't always remember this.

"Do we see in these singular coincidences the purpose of a supernatural power to enforce the attention of mankind to the fact that there is something more in this world than mere matter."
Ignatius Donnelly, diary entry July 4, 1881.

Further Reading:
67 Not Out Readers Coincidence Stories - 10
The Incredible Coincidence Of The Thai Teachers
The Adoption Coincidence

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Sunday, December 26

Woman Walks After 23 Years Through Spiritual Healing

Delia KnoxAs this is a Christian time of the year I thought this video about Delia Knox would be appropriate.

Delia had been paralysed from the waist down following a severe car accident back in 1987. Since that time she has, therefore, not walked or had any feeling in her legs. She had virtually given up on ever walking again.

Delia agreed, however, to attend a Christian evangelistic meeting in August of this year. At the meeting with preacher Nathan Morris she said, "... all of a sudden I felt a voice which I knew was the Holy Spirit saying to me, 'Get up,' and I felt a feeling in my legs and then faith came on me to walk. I wasn't going to let anyone take this away from me and I knew this was my night to walk out of the chair. I walked and walked and felt I had entered another realm."

Delia Knox walksDelia Knox can now walk through a 'miracle moment' which can be seen in the video below. Delia continued, "This has turned my world upside down. I can stand in my kitchen and walk around my house. I am in awe at seeing the power of God not just in my life but all over the world as a result of this miracle."

As I've often said, I do not belong to any organised religion but I do believe in the power of belief and the possibilities within us. If the video is all that it seems, perhaps this is an illustration of what is possible.

The video was captured at the Bay of the Holy Spirit Revival on August 27, 2010 in Mobile, Alabama.

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Friday, December 24

Her Grandmother Visits Her From Beyond The Grave

An experience from Holly (quite an appropriate name as Christmas is tomorrow) about her grandmother, who she believes visits her in her dreams, and in other ways, since she passed away in September.

bedside lampIn 2005 my grandfather died of cancer. Five years later I had a horrible dream that my grandmother would die on the same day as my grandfather had passed away, the 6th of September. Sadly this came to reality and she died also of cancer on the exact same date.

I then started to have some more strange dreams. One in particular was that my grandmother was trying to communicate with me via my bedside lamp. I realise this sounds a little crazy but when I woke and switched on my lamp it flashed on and off and then on again. Even crazier still I asked the lamp to flash if my grandmother was present. The lamp flashed on and off and then on again as it had done before.

I wasn't sure if I should be scared or happy that gran was about, maybe watching over me.

I still live at home with my mum and dad and when I went downstairs for breakfast I told mum about what had happened. She didn't make much of it.

I then went upstairs to get dressed for work and my bedside light was shining bright and then faded out all by itself. I tried to switch it on again but it wouldn't work, the bulb must have blown or something.

We replaced the light bulb and it worked okay. I know many will argue this meant that the bulb was faulty and that it wasn't my gran but there was one more strange thing. As I went downstairs again, dressed and ready to go to work, I found some red rose petals on the carpet. My gran and grandad always had lovely roses in their garden.

I'm sure that from time to time my gran visits me to make sure I'm okay, we were always very close and I know she thought the world of me.

- Holly

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Thursday, December 23

The Flying Dutchman Ghost Ship Lives On

The Flying Dutchman - From An Old German Print
Flying Dutchman print
I thought I'd step back in time today to the 17th century and the legend of the Flying Dutchman. This is supposedly the ghost of a ship where the Dutch Captain refused to find a safe port during a gale by the Cape of Good Hope. All of the passengers and crew were consequently perished at sea - but the ghost of the ship still sails the seas and has been seen many times.

One of the most convincing sightings was in 1939 by around sixty people who were relaxing and enjoying the sunshine on Glencairn Beach, South Africa.

As if out of the blue, which I suppose it was, an apparition was seen of a high-pooped 17th Century sailing ship. A local newspaper told of how 'all her sails were billowing, although there was not a breath of wind at the time.'

The British South Africa Annual from the same year described how 'the ship sailed steadily on as the beach-folk, shaken from their lethargy, stood about keenly discussing the whys and wherefores of the vessel, which seemed to be bent on self destruction on the sands of Strandfontein. Just as the excitement reached its climax, however, the ship vanished as strangely as it had come. The many witnesses on the beach were certain they had seen the fabled Flying Dutchman.

No less than King George V of Britain also glimpsed the Flying Dutchman. This was at a time when he was a naval officer on the HMS Bacchante. In his private journal he wrote about the appearance of a strange red light, 'in the midst of which the masts and sails of a brig stood out in strong relief as she came across our port bow, but there was no vestige or sign of a material ship.'

Spookily the Flying Dutchman is said to bring with it bad luck. The first seaman to spot the ghost ship on King George V's ship fell from the mast later that day and died.

In 1929 a ship travelling from Australia to England rounded the Cape of Good Hope. Fourth Officer N.K. Stone described what he saw. This was also witnessed by the 2nd Officer and the helmsman:

It was a very dark night, overcast, with no moon. We looked through binoculars and the ship's telescope and made out what appeared to be the hull of a sailing ship, luminous, with two distinct masts carrying bare yards, also luminous; no sails were visible, but there was a luminous haze between the masts. There were no navigation lights, and she appeared to be coming close to us and at the same speed as ourselves. When first sighted she was two-three miles away, and when she was within about half a mile she suddenly disappeared. I shall never forget the 2nd Officer's startled expression - 'My God, Stone, it's a ghost ship.'

Of course the spoil sports will always say that the Flying Dutchman is nothing more than an hallucination, or in the case of the 60 beach lovers a mass hallucination - or a mirage perhaps.

If we can accept that there may be ghosts in buildings and on land then why not also at sea. If a ship went down in dramatic, emotional circumstances then the very essence could well be captured in the mists of time.

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Wednesday, December 22

A Coincidence Of The Devil

John Lilburne - Freeborn JohnActor Tom Goodman-Hill auditioned for and got the role of John Lilburne in UK Channel 4 television's The Devil's Whore.

John Lilburne, also known as Freeborn John, was an English political agitator before, during and after the English Civil Wars of 1642 to 1650. The 'Freeborn' part of his often quoted name was because he coined the term 'Freeborn Rights' - these were rights which he believed every human being is born with.

Tom Goodman-Hill as John LilburneNow the interesting bit to all of this is that it turns out that, by coincidence, actor Tom Goodman-Hall is a direct descendant of John Lilburne. He was, therefore, acting out his relatives life nearly 400 years later.

Tom has traced his family back for many generations and confirmed, "Although it's 16 generations ago, I can trace my father's family back to John Lilburne's Uncle Joseph."

He added, "Playing one of my relatives made it more exciting but harder because I wanted to do John justice. I'm proud to be have been part of it."

It seems we are all linked to our past and sometimes these links can intermingle with our present lives - often for a reason.

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Tuesday, December 21

The Secret Of The 12 Days Of Christmas

With Christmas fast approaching I like to hear the old carols as it transports me back to childhood and all of the happy times with my mum and dad, who are no longer with me.

My dad was a bit of a singer and one of his favourites, which I could always join in as a child, was The Twelve Days Of Christmas: "On the first day of Christmas my true love said to me ..."

But there is a secret about this English Christmas carol. It's one that may be true, though I know many will disagree. Here's an email I received that delves into this song's past. See what you think.

There is one Christmas Carol, The Twelve Days Of Christmas, that has always baffled me. What in the world do Leaping Lords, French Hens, Swimming Swans, and especially the Partridge who won't come out of the Pear Tree have to do with Christmas? Today I found out at a church luncheon its origin.

From 1558 until 1829, Roman Catholics in England were not permitted to practice their faith openly. Someone during that era wrote this carol as a catechism song for young Catholics.

It has two levels of meaning: the surface meaning plus a secret meaning known only to members of their church. Each element in the carol has a code word for a religious reality which the children could remember.

* A Partridge In A Pear Tree:
The partridge represents the courage and devotion of Christ dying for his people. A mother partridge will lure predators away from her chicks, even sacrificing her life for them. The pear tree symbolizes the wooden cross upon which Jesus died.

* Two Turtle Doves:
This represents the Old and New Testaments of the Bible. Doves also symbolize truth and peace.

* Three French Hens:
French hens were the food of kings in sixteenth century England. Here they represent the expensive gifts brought by the wise men to the newborn Jesus. Three French hens also stood for faith, hope and love.

* Four Calling Birds:
The four calling birds were the four gospels of Matthew, Mark, Luke & John.

* Five Gold Rings:
The five golden rings recalled the Torah or Law, the first five books of the Old Testament.

* Six Geese A-LayingHere we have the six days in which God created the world. The eggs, from which new life springs, symbolize creation.

* Seven Swans a-Swimming
These represent the seven gifts of the Holy Spirit outlined by the apostle Paul: prophesy, service, teaching, encouraging, giving, leadership and mercy. The swan, a graceful bird, symbolized these virtues.

* Eight Maids A-Milking:
The eight maids a-milking were the eight beatitudes.

* Nine Ladies Dancing:
Nine ladies dancing were the nine fruits of the Holy Spirit-Love, Joy, Peace, Patience, Kindness, Goodness, Faithfulness, Gentleness, and Self Control.

* Ten Lords A-Leaping:
The ten lords a-leaping were a reminder of the Ten Commandments.

* Eleven Pipers Piping:
These represent the eleven faithful apostles who followed Jesus to the end and spread his message after his death. While there were twelve apostles, one betrayed Jesus.

* Twelve Drummers Drumming:
This is a symbol for the twelve tenets of the Catholic faith laid out in the prayer, 'The Apostles’ Creed'. The drummers may provide the cadence for reciting this prayer.

So there is your history for today.

This knowledge was shared with me and I found it interesting and enlightening and now I know how that strange song became a Christmas Carol - so pass it on if you wish.

- Yvonne

As someone who likes the thought of secret organisations the above explanation appeals to me. However some will say the carol could have been adapted from something called A New Dial which was known to have been published in 1625. And, by chance, I just happen to have the words!

We have one God alone
In heaven above sits on His throne:

What are they which are by two?
Two testaments, the old and new,
We do acknowledge to be true:

What are they which are but three?
Three persons in the Trinity
Which make one God in unity:

What are they which are but four
Four sweet Evangelists there are,
Christ's birth, life, death which do declare:

What are they which are but five?
Five senses, like five kings, maintain
In every man a several reign:

What are they which are but six?
Six days to labor is not wrong,
For God himself did work so long:

What are they which are but seven?
Seven liberal arts hath God sent down
With divine skill man's soul to crown:

What are they which are but eight?
Eight Beatitudes are there given
Use them right and go to heaven:

What are they which are but nine?
Nine Muses, like the heaven's nine spheres,
With sacred tunes entice our ears:

What are they which are but ten?
Ten statutes God to Moses gave
Which, kept or broke, do spill or save:

What are they which are but eleven?
Eleven thousand virgins did partake
And suffered death for Jesus' sake:

What are they which are but twelve?
Twelve are attending on God's son;
Twelve make our creed. The Dial's done.

And for good measure here are the full words for The Twelve Days Of Christmas. Please join in if you wish and sing along.

On the first day of Christmas,
My true love sent to me
A partridge in a pear tree.

On the second day of Christmas,
My true love sent to me
Two turtle-doves and
A partridge in a pear tree.

On the third day of Christmas,
My true love sent to me
Three French hens,
Two turtle-doves and
A partridge in a pear tree.

On the fourth day of Christmas,
My true love sent to me
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle-doves and
A partridge in a pear tree.

On the fifth day of Christmas,
My true love sent to me
Five golden rings.
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle-doves and
A partridge in a pear tree.

On the sixth day of Christmas,
My true love sent to me
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings.
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle-doves and
A partridge in a pear tree.

On the seventh day of Christmas,
My true love sent to me
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings.
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle-doves and
A partridge in a pear tree.

On the eighth day of Christmas,
My true love sent to me
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings.
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle-doves and
A partridge in a pear tree.

On the ninth day of Christmas,
My true love sent to me
Nine ladies dancing,
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings.
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle-doves and
A partridge in a pear tree.

On the tenth day of Christmas,
My true love sent to me
Ten lords a-leaping,
Nine ladies dancing,
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings.
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle-doves and
A partridge in a pear tree.

On the eleventh day of Christmas,
My true love sent to me
Eleven pipers piping,
Ten lords a-leaping,
Nine ladies dancing,
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings.
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle-doves and
A partridge in a pear tree.

On the twelfth day of Christmas,
My true love sent to me
Twelve drummers drumming,
Eleven pipers piping,
Ten lords a-leaping,
Nine ladies dancing,
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings.
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle-doves and
A partridge in a pear tree.

Don't worry, I'm not going all religious on you! So I think that will do for now. Glass of mulled wine anyone?

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Monday, December 20

Coincidence At Christmas from WW2

Rhodesia postage 3s stampThe following is a coincidence story from World War II and is taken from the BBC website. It may not appear very spectacular, because of the laid back style of writing, but to the person concerned it seemed quite remarkable at the time.

"I wanted to fly so I volunteered for the RAF as call up approached - so I had the initials VR on my uniform. I was asked where I wanted to do my flying training and chose Rhodesia. At Christmas 1942 the cadet pilots like myself were asked if we would like to go to a local family who had offered us hospitality over the Christmas holiday.

I put my name down and on the appointed day was dropped with the other cadets at a hotel to await our hosts. I went with family who owned a gold mine. They said they wouldn’t be giving us any gold but we could have everything else. It was a lovely time even though we were far from home.

When I left I was told I was welcome to come and visit them whenever I had some leave. I made several return visits. On one of these we were looking at their photo album and I pointed to on photo and said that is Mr and Mrs Codling and their two daughters. My hostess replied that they were her aunt and uncle.

When I eventually returned to England, after flying in the desert and more training in South Africa, I met the Codlings at church and told them I had met their niece."

- Ken Jones WW2 People's War

WW2 People's War is an online archive of wartime memories contributed by members of the public and gathered by the BBC. The archive can be found at WW2 People's War

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Sunday, December 19

Alien Precious Metal Plates Found Under A Crop Circle

This crop circle video is one I hadn't seen previously, though it has been around for a while. It's different because it is claimed that three plates, or discs, made of gold, silver and another precious metal were found underneath certain parts of the design of the crop circle.

These plates or discs also have the designs of the crop circle upon them. The question is: Were these artifacts left by aliens, who created this particular crop circle, or is it a man made hoax?

More Alien Posts:
Secret Knowledge Learned From Fish Like Aliens
War Of The Worlds Remnants Are On The Moon
UFO And Alien Sexual Encounters

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Saturday, December 18

The Voices Of Dead People Captured On Tape

Liz Jones ghostsLiz Jones, a UK newspaper columnist and diary writer, has been trying to sell her farm on Exmoor where she lives alone, other than with her animals. She was concerned that 'something sinister' was going on and perhaps this was possibly ghostly in nature. A friend who visits the farm says she feels that 'someone' is watching her.

As you do, Liz called in a psychic, Mel, who just happens to be a high priestess as well. So who more perfect to get to the bottom of such goings on.

The white witch walked around the house and, as she did so, recorded her thoughts and feelings on a tape recorder. There were parts of the house she didn't feel comfortable in and the utility room turned icy cold.

Once the job was completed they had dinner and then got ready to listen to the tape - but things didn't sound exactly as they should have.

Though Liz and the high priestess walked around in their socks the tape was, '... full of noise: clanking and heavy footsteps ... then when in the cellar ... clear as anything was a long hiss. It was a sound that made my blood run cold.'

Spooky or what? But there was worse to come. The psychic said that there was demonic activity in the house and that a girl had been starved to death by her parents - the cold was pockets of sadness.

Not exactly what you want when living on your own in a remote area. Liz was given ceremonies to perform every day with candles and prayers.

The entities must have had other thoughts though. Liz went up to bed and snuggled down in the safety of her bedclothes but then ... 'all the lights came on ... so bright it was daylight.'

'Oh bloody hell,' she thought, as anyone would. She climbed out of her warm bed and switched off all of the lights and then got back under the covers. Liz somehow managed to doze off and then ... all of the lights came on again by themselves.

Frightened she phoned her man friend, who just happens to be a rock star, and pleaded with him to come over straight away. No doubt he managed to quench her fear.

So that is Liz's story. For some reason the tape recording reminded me of Konstantin Raudive who was seemingly able to capture the voices of 'discarnate' people on tape. He managed to record over seventy thousand conversations with dead people.

They were 'conversations' because Raudive asked questions which were answered. He believed that the clarity of the voices heard in his recordings implied that they could not be readily explained by normal means. This is often referred to as Electronic Voice Phenomenon (EVP).

More EVP Information
Though Konstantin Raudive carried out his recordings in the late 60s you can read of how to create your own recordings on the Association TransCommunication website. You will also be able to find examples of recordings on their site. Raudive's 1971 book Breakthrough: An Amazing Experiment in Electronic Communication With the DeadKonstantin Raudive is still available.

Further Ghostly Posts:
The Ghost Of a Nun Was Herself In Another Life
Ghostly Rye: The Most Haunted Town In England
The Ghost In A Shirt Left An Orange Globe Behind

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Friday, December 17

Precognition And The Indians In Labrador

CaribouTribes and races over thousands of years have indulged in differing forms of precognition to achieve some objective - the most basic being to know in advance the best places for hunting or food gathering.

The ways of precognition are numerous and include such bizarre things as aeromancy, alectryomancy, apantomancy, capnomancy, causimomancy, cromniomancy, hippomancy, onychomancy, phyllorhodomancy, tiromancy and many more that my spell checker refuses to recognise!

But today we'll look at the methods used by the Indians in Labrador to determine where they should hunt. The Naskapi hold the shoulder blade of the caribou to be especially effective.

Any meat on the shoulder blade is removed and the bone is then boiled, wiped clean and then hung up to dry. This is then attached to a small piece of wood, to be used as a handle, while holding the bone over hot coals.

The heat causes cracks and spots to form on the bone and it is these marks which are used to determine where they should hunt next - a bit like directions on a map. If there is a shortage of food the Indians may follow this process every three or four days.

The caribou shoulder blade is used for hunting but they can be more specific by using a beaver hip bone to find beaver, a fish jaw for fishing and so on, in a like for like process. They believe that all things have a spirit and this has developed a saying: 'The great peril of our existence lies in the fact that our diet consists entirely of souls.' Maybe this is why I'm a vegetarian.

To some of us this may all sound nonsense but the very fact that they continue to use this form of divination - some would say magic - shows that it must be successful, as they rely on hunting for their existence.

In reality the caribou shoulder blade has no more magical or special qualities than say a clairvoyant's crystal ball or a set of Tarot cards. They are simply tools used to help achieve an outcome.

I believe that one day we will all be able to achieve precognition, clairvoyance, telepathy and many other qualities without the aid of any such 'tools'. These are natural abilities waiting to be developed. Most of us at the present time need a little help, like stabilisers on a child's bicycle. Soon we will be able to ride away without any fear of falling.

Further Reading:
Precognition: Seeing Into The Future
Police In London Apprentice Precognition
A Precognitive Dream Made £56 Million For Charity

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Thursday, December 16

67 Not Out Readers Coincidence Stories - 10

A few 67 Not Out Readers Coincidence stories today. My thanks to the contributors concerned.

Heathrow Terminal 5 coincidenceHeathrow Terminal 5 Coincidence
I arrived late on a flight into London Heathrow's Terminal 5. As my mobile wasn't working I made my way over to the nearest pay phone to call my wife. To make the call I used a pre-paid phone card which I kept in my wallet.

I spoke to my wife and told her what time I would arrive home and then headed for the Gent's toilets, leaving my wallet in the phone booth.

I suddenly realised what I had done and rushed back to the phone booth, but there was no wallet to be seen. I started to panic a little as this held my credit and debit cards, cash and other important documents.

I wasn't too sure what to do and started walking around looking for a Lost and Found section or perhaps someone who could help me. Terminal 5 is usually very busy. I noticed a smart looking woman in a business suit and, for some unknown reason, picked on her to see if she knew if there was a lost and found desk.

She looked strangely at me and asked what the problem was and I told her about my wallet being lost. She asked what it looked like and I straight away told her without thinking as to why she would have asked this.

She opened her bag and said, "Is this it?"
I couldn't believe I had asked the person who had actually found my wallet out of all of the hundreds of people milling about. After I had verified it was mine, by giving her my name and descriptions of what was inside, she returned the wallet to me.

I offered to buy her a coffee or a drink and she said a coffee would be fine, if I would buy her a bun as well! We talked and I found out that she knows my wife's sister. It seems to be a small world at times.

- Harry

Bumping into and old room-mate
In 1996, when I was 13, I went with my parents to the UK. One night in Scotland, my parents started talking about the University of Texas, where they had met. They are not sentimental or nostalgic, and this is the only time I can recall them talking about their college days. We left the restaurant, walked to the corner, and nearly collided with my dad’s old college roommate, whom he hadn’t seen in nearly 30 years!

- Ann

Queen coincidenceQueen reunited photo coincidence
My friend Andrew used to play in a Queen tribute band as a keyboard player. The band had been going for many years by the time he joined. Some time afterwards, the band were browsing photographs at the lead singer’s house. One photo contained all the band members taken at an actual Queen concert. But the photo had been taken before Andrew had joined the band, and at a time when he didn’t even know them. He just happened to be standing beside them at the gig, and got included in their photo by mistake.

- Anon

A deal done on a train by coincidence
I'm a business man and had to make an appointment to meet a client I had never met previously. Somehow we just couldn't arrange a suitable time, either he or I wasn't available. So we agreed to leave things for ten days.

In between I had to take a trip to Manchester. On the way back I made it to the train on time and a man in a business suit sat opposite me. We got talking and it turned out that he was the client I had been trying to meet up with. We got on famously, had our meeting on the train and set up a possible deal which would be good for both of us.

- Branson (honest!)

If you have an interesting coincidence story you would like to have published on 67 Not Out please send this via the contact button at the top of the blog page. Will be happy to include a link to your own blog or website with the story. Thanks - Mike.

Further Readers' Coincidences:
67 Not Out Readers Coincidence Stories - 8
67 Not Out Readers Coincidence Stories - 5
The Football Journey Coincidence

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Wednesday, December 15

The Courage Of Listening To That Still Small Voice

It takes courage to think differently from the media influenced majority. Most of what we read or write is a regurgitated version, neatly packaged, for the average consumer. The problem for most of us is that we find it difficult to think for ourselves and perhaps come up with something original or discover something that we know absolutely to be true.

I was thinking along these lines when, by coincidence, I came across this small piece from Raymond Morgan:

"Since there is a tendency to find safety in numbers, most people go along with popular opinion. They feel a sense of security in conforming with the crowd, repeating cliches, parroting catch phrases.

When someone comes along with a different viewpoint, a new angle or approach to a problem, one may feel his foundation begin to shake.

When one stops and analyzes his reactions at this time; begins to doubt his cherished opinions; takes a long, honest look at himself; listens and heeds that still, small voice within, turns his back on the crowd and seeks a new direction - he then begins the beautiful, painful act of thinking for himself."

By not thinking for ourselves we can find ourselves involved in wars, recessions, religions and other scenarios which we have been manipulated into believing are for our benefit, or are the only solution to a problem we probably didn't realise existed.

It takes courage to listen to that still, small voice - and then to act on this.

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Tuesday, December 14

The Night Demon Sitting On Your Chest

Oil Painting by John Henry Fuseli: The Nightmare 1781
Sleep paralysis - the nightmare
It's only happened to me three times but I remember them because sleep paralysis can be quite frightening. The last time this happened I thought I'd do a bit of research on the subject to see if I could understand why this should happen.

I did the obvious thing and Googled 'sleep paralysis' but somehow I didn't feel that the websites I visited fully answered my questions. They somehow didn't feel right.

I often visit flea markets and car boot sales to buy books, anything that takes my interest. It's possible to pick up books for coppers. Amongst the books I had accumulated was Colin Wilson's Mysteries. I had read this years ago and thought I'd like a copy for reference.

For some reason I picked up this book, opened it up, and there on page 379 were some words underlined (the only ones in the whole book). As can be seen from the image below this read: "His paralysis sounds like the state that so many have experienced before projection of the astral body. It was the beginning of his remarkable psychic powers."

Sleep paralysis
After having read a lot of the medical info this was the first time something felt right to me about sleep paralysis.

What Wilson was referring to was a story about a psychic called Robert Cracknell. This was something that had happened to him while he was in the RAF (Royal Air Force):

"I remember lying in this bunk, fully dressed and drifting into sleep. And it was as though I woke up. I could hear quite distinctly the voice of the Orderly Officer asking where I was ... And I tried to call out: 'Here I am, sir, just coming.' But not a sound came out. I struggled to get up and found, to my absolute horror, that I was completely paralysed. I knew I was not asleep. This was not a dream. And yet I could not move a muscle, and for what seemed minutes I was calling out for help ... And then, from somewhere at the back of my mind, came the strong impression that I should relax. The panic, however, was too strong. I recall someone walking down the corridor ... this time I managed to struggle out of the peculiar paralysis ..."

My own experience was very similar to the one above. I 'woke' up and felt completely paralysed. Frightened, I called out over and over to my wife to help me but she didn't hear me. I felt, or had an instinct, that I had to try and relax. I was still paralysed for a while but gradually I returned to this world. I know this wasn't a dream.

Wilson writes that this sounds like what happens 'before' astral projection. To me though this feels more like 'returning' from astral projection. As for a medical answer, they would probably say something like: Sleep paralysis is due to an ill-timed disconnection between the brain and the body.

There is lots of folk lore about sleep paralysis, most of which seems to revolve around incubi, demons or other entities sitting on the chest of their victims - thus the picture at the top of this post.

P.S. Since writing this post I have read that Sleep Paralysis is often associated with Out Of Body Experiences (OBE) see, for example, the article A comparison of OBEs with sleep paralysis on Dr. Susan J Blackmore's website.

Further Reading:
Tortured Man Experienced Astral Projection And Travel
How The Virgin Mary Had A Child But Remained A Virgin
Astral Travel By Hypnotherapy

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Monday, December 13

The Universe Gives Me A Visualisation Lesson

money bags filled with dollarsI was sorting through some of the images I have stored on my computer when I came across one I'd forgotten about. It goes back to when I was publishing quite a few blogs with the sole purpose of making money from them.

At the time I joined quite a few affiliate programs to see what would work and what wouldn't. One I joined was the FriendFinder Group and I did okay with them, making a useful amount, but then I tried to put my visualisation techniques into action.

Every time I went to their website, to check how I was doing, I first visualised large amounts of money would be on my statement page. It's not too hard imagining making loads of commission. So much so, I got quite carried away by the amounts I pictured at times.

Anyway, I was about to check up again on what I had earned and once more pictured thousands and thousands of dollars. When I clicked into their website this is what I saw on my account page:

Friendfinder commission
To say I nearly had kittens was an understatement! It showed that I'd earned hundreds of thousands of dollars but - and regrettably there was a big but - I hadn't really. Something had gone wrong with my account. What's more, every day I logged on the figures got higher and higher - I started 'earning' millions!

Of course, as I knew, something had gone dramatically berserk and, after about seven or eight days, everything returned to normal and my earnings became accurate - unfortunately.

It was a good lesson though for me in visualisation. I got what I asked for - a statement showing massive commission amounts. What I should have done was to have visualised receiving the checks (cheques), paying them into my bank and then seeing the amounts cleared and ready for access.

Sometimes the Universe has a sense of humour - and we get exactly what we ask for.

P.S. By the way, the statement shown above is a true copy it hasn't been doctored or altered in any way.

Further Reading:
The Secret Of Visualisation
Visualisation Brings A New Carpet Via A Coincidence
Clean Sweep With Five New brooms Coincidence

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Sunday, December 12

There Is Only Our Realisation Of How Things Are

It has been reported that police have caught the suspect who they believe may have absconded with millions of toys. They swooped in numbers to ensure he was apprehended. It is believed the man helping them with their enquiries is a Mr. S. Claus.

Santa Clause surrounded by police - coincidence pic
A witness was explaining to his wife all about the police raid, as they ate, and how bizarrely there were reindeer on the scene, one with a very red nose.

man with red nose coincidence photo
Well you can make up any story you like with these coincidence photos. Things are never quite what they seem in life either. There is no reality, there is only our realisation of how things are.

a rubbish peacock - coincidence picture
Devil of a job parking a car
in as shaft of light -coincidence photo
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