Posted on Sep 29th, 2009
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Luna
Indeed I do. Guides and Angels are just two of the many beings that inhabit a different 'dimention' (if you will) than humans.
Some of us are aware of them and can speak with them, some of us have not a clue and while the guidance and protection is there- they consider it luck or coincidence.
Either way- they are here, they are there, they are everywhere.
I know I have guides, but I am not one who really speaks to them. I am more of the whole big picture/Univerese types. I would say that some of the information given to my is give with a guides help, but not always.
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Posted on Oct 15th, 2008
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Luna
I suppose that I have always been on this spiritual path. Be it in this lifetime or a past, if there is such a thing. I believe that there is and I am aware of a few of those possible lifetimes.
I did not have to go to church or learn the bible as a child. I was free to ponder life's great mysteries in my own way.
Just about everything I 'discovered' or was 'shown' as a child was later reintroduced in adulthood through books and such.
An expample of that was when I watched the movie, 'What the Bleep". The movie for me was not a revelation but a confirmation.
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Posted on Aug 2nd, 2008
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Luna
Aside from mama and dada.....
hussat
meant 'what's that?'
I guess I was quite the inquisitive one, wanting to know everthing.....still that way today.
Imagine that.
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Posted on Mar 1st, 2008
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Luna
When in highschool, I lived in a house with a ghost.
My first encounter with him was when we first moved into the house. I got settled into bed and after a short bit, I started to get the feeling that I was being watched, I got the feeling that someone was standing over me. It freaked me out a little bit, but I'm not typically one to be afraid of these sort of things since I believed in them. Yet, first time encounters are always a bit overwhelming.
My nerves where a little rattled and found it hard to even attempt sleep. The feeling was not going away so I started to talk to him. Somehow I knew it was a 'him'. I told him that I was not here to take over his space, that I would not disrespect him and that I was able to coexist, I told him that I aknowledged his presence and that though I was a little shaken by this encounter that over all I was not fearful, but at this moment I wanted to go to sleep and his presence was distracting and making it hard for me to sleep. It took about 3 minutes before he left me alone.
Later on, months later, I saw him sitting on the couch. I caught him there from the corner of my eye. I was on my way from the bathroom to the kitchen, passing the entry to the living room, there he was. I turned to look straight and saw nothing. So I walked & faced forward as I had before and saw him again. It did not matter, going out or coming in. I thought maybe my imagination was playing with me, or possibly something in the background was giving the impression of someone sitting on the couch. So I looked and studied the 'view' NOPE, nothing could have tricked my eyes. I sort of brushed it off, not sure of what I saw, but speculated it could be the ghost. I never told my mom or dad about it even though she had mentioned something a while back about the house having 'funny stuff' going on. A while later, my mom saw him in this very same manner. I was in the kitchen and watched her pace back and forth just as I had. I knew what she was doing, but I asked anyway. She told me that out of the corner of her eye, she could see someone sitting on the couch. That is when I told her about it happening to me.
This ghost also regularly opened a door that was locked with a deadbolt & key. The door had no doorknob, so this was the only way the door closed and thus, there could be NO WAY for the door to 'slip' open. My dad always blamed my mom and I for leaving the door open when we would put stuff in the room for storage. Of course we would say that we where sure that we had shut it. This was something that went on for months. There was one week when I went to stay with a friend who live a few hours East for a few days (I did not drive, I rode the bus to her house) and my mom was off on a business trip in another state. My dad came home one night and shut the door, as by now, he was used to it. He did not think much of it at that moment. He then came home the next night, and the door had been opened again. He stopped blaming us after that.
That, among other things, motivated him to find out more about the old owner of the house. The house was fairly new but how it was built was not in the norm. The door that was always found opened went into an anti-room where in that room was another 'door' more like a ships door with a big steering wheel lock thing. This was a vault! And of course we stored things in it too.
What my dad found out was that the guy who had the house built had a gun collection and it was in the vault that he kept all his guns. So then it all made sense. The house was this man's dream house and he was always checking the vault, probably looking and wondering what happened to his collection.
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