Tis the Season

Tis the Season

October 24, 2012

Ghost and Other Things


What do you think about ghosts?  Millions of people claim to have seen them.  Stories about them haunting the living have been told since man could communicate. They seem to be part of our existence but what do we really know about them?

Lately I have been watching the ghost hunter type TV shows you find all over the cable TV channels.  Most shows fall under the description of ridiculous with little happening and nothing found. A great deal of the show time is spent watching the cast preform the same ritual of setting up their equipment to spend a few hours marching around talking to the walls of so called haunted places or sitting in the dark asking questions to an endless stream of   nonexistent ghosts.  Rarely do the ghost hunters find anything that could be considered paranormal. After the cast conducts a fly by night investigation they pack up all the fancy gear and that is the end of the show.  I would think at least a few different visits would be needed before any conclusions could be made by any investigation of any area that has been known to have paranormal activity. I also wonder why a daytime investigation is not done along with the short night investigations? How can anything be determined without a full complete research of the area conducted over at least a few full 24 hour day visits? Clearly this will not be the road to finding answers about that which haunts the living.

There are good  ghost hunter investor gators  out there however they are busy doing full  credible investigations  leaving little time to spit out weekly TV spoofs about unknowns we really should understand. I take my hat off to all those who truly want to find answers to so many unknown questions and simply laugh and shake my head at all the fools throwing out nonsense for a fast buck leaving us lost to what it is that so many people experience under the title haunted or ghostly.  I know I have seen things I could not explain or understand and wish I could find some answers.

Many of us have had ghostly events happen to us when we think we see a strange image of a person that is no longer living flesh and blood or a shadow figure moving across a room that we could not explain. Others have had visits from loved ones who have passed or watched as a ghostly form crossed their path that did not belong there. These odd events happen all the time. I just wish we knew exactly what it is that we are witnessing.

 There have been harmless ghosts reported as well as frightening ghosts. We have reported clear visible images of people seen as well as  mist like clouds or strange orbs of light all reported  by people from the beginning of mankind. Ghosts have been here with us from the start- this we cannot deny.  The question is what exactly are we dealing with?

The main thinking and one I agree with is that some ghosts are the soul or energy of what was once a living breathing human.  It is hard to disagree with this if you have ever seen a ghostly image of someone you knew and loved come to you in its spirit or ghostly form.  I do not doubt for a moment that what we see has to do with the energy that was once the engine of a living person now located in a new form or dimension since the human body that once housed them has died.  I am sure there are many people who would argue with me that this is simply ridiculous and once you die that is it.  I am entitled to my opinion and giving this a great deal of thought really think that the energy that gave us life does not die once our human body ceases to exist.  I do not know exactly the why or where or how of this but do think that energy continues on.  Still the entire concept of ghosts and haunting remains a complete mystery to me.

I have been running in circles with my thinking on this issue and never seem to find a place to land that is comfortable or fully logical. I keep falling over the same questions and confusion that keeps me wondering what really goes on and why is it as a species we cannot get a true handle on it and instead leave it as a mystery we dare not truly want to solve. Although I believe our souls can visit those that  we leave behind I cannot explain sightings of mists of cloud like material or shadow people or evil entities or orbs along with many other things I have not listed. All of them fall under the heading of haunted or ghostly however I have no idea what we are dealing with.

I am sure we are dealing with multiple subjects all shoved into one category.  We tend to do that in the paranormal. We may have our dead coming to visit while shadow figures and orbs may be dimensional or time beings blinking in and out of our time and space. I think there are many reasons for the things we see that seem to cross our paths as we walk through our space and time. It seems other forms of life or existence are also busy doing their thing however sometimes we cross roads. I am not sure they are crossing over to ours or we to theirs.  I only know it seems to happen. My guess is that they are the ones with the upper hand and all of these things enter and leave at will our time and space, but truly at this point in time we really do not know.

I often wonder if the events where humans encounter what appears to be a ghostly form is as frightening to the ghostly form as it is to us?  I have to wonder if the energy that we see is busy living another existence somewhere else and abruptly comes face to face with one of us standing in there world in their space? Do we terrify and confuse the spirit who may not be aware they are no longer alive and think they are simply busy living as they once did?  Do we shock and confuse them as they do us? It does seem some of them try to communicate with us during these encounters. I just wish we knew if this slip over to where they are from where we are is as confusing and strange for them as it is for us? 

There are other ghostly events that seem to be planned visits from those who have passed on from wherever they may have passed on to.  Are all souls able to return to the living if they feel the need or is that only possible for those who need to close the doors with us here alive on earth before they can continue along the existence that they  now occupy?  Why it is that something that should be a natural part of being is so difficult for us to understand?  I wish like all things that we do not understand that happens as we walk along the road of life that this subject had more answers and less questions.  

Maybe one day we will know the facts of these things. For now I can only continue to wonder and hope we will find our path along the road of being so we can understand the meaning and ways of all these strange things we just do not yet understand. For now I can only continue to be one who watches the world around me and continues to look for answers to all of these things.
I wish you all a Happy Halloween and hope only candy seeking ghosts and goblin’s come knocking at your door!

Find a few of the ghostly tales I have written about below!

 ♥ Copyright ©- 2012 Chris Holly all Rights Reserved
Chris Holly’s Paranormal World-
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CHRIS HOLLY'S Paranormal World


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I am going to tell you a story that I have been told is true. Since I did not experience it firsthand I am only able to repeat to you what was told to me.

This event took place in the mid 60's in a small town along the Long Island coast. This little town sits  along the coast of a River . The town looks like many small New England towns you may find along the Coast of the Eastern seaboard t of the United States.

Many of the houses and buildings in this little town  date back to the 1600's. It is a old area full of  lots of history.

One of the houses ,  an  old mansion built around the 1750s,  remained  a few hundred yards behind a little church that was built around the same time.

The church has an old graveyard filled with broken headstones and fallen grave markers next to it . The church , graveyard and old house have stood together in this old town for as long as anyone can remember.

Everyone  this little town  believed  the house to be haunted and the graveyard  known to have a ghost or two wandering its grounds supposedly seen by many in town.

The little church is still used .In fact it has been the Sunday place of worship for  as far back as anyone can remember.

The church was renovated inside in the mid  1960s. That was the time a  new young pastor took over the congregation. He  was determined to build the church back to being strong and beautiful.   Along with the  renovation of the old church a lovely little cottage was  build on the grounds for the pastor  to live in.

The old house behind the church was commonly known in the little town as being haunted  and dangerous.. Everyone  in town knew to stay far away from that house .  The only ones who went near it  were the  people hired to be  caretakers of the property.

Now and then you would hear a story floating around town that someone in town heard screams or saw strange people looking out of the windows of the old mansion. There were stories that once a very crazy doctor and his witch like wife lived there . Town legend claims the couple practiced monstrous  experiments on both animals and humans killing and burying the dead on the mansions property. Claims of seeing both ghostly figures of people and animals wandering the place have been passed for as long as anyone can remember.

. My interest in this old mansion and the church nearby came by way of my cousin who  lived in town  at the time.

My cousin was a few years older than I was . She was in her late teens at the time of the incident. It was October about a week before Halloween when the event happened.

My cousin and her boyfriend were driving around town with a few other friends when one of them brought up the old mansion and all the ghostly tales that were told about it.   They decided it would be fun to take a closer look at the old house and the graveyard on a little ghost hunt of their own. 

Being young and foolish it never occurred to them that this may be a very dangerous even deadly thing to do .  They soon found out that fun was far from what they would encounter on this cool October night.

My cousin,  her boyfriend , two other girls and one other boy all were packed into the ford mustang that belonged to my cousins boyfriend.  Slowly and silently they entered the dirt drive way of the old mansion that drove along the side of the old graveyard. They parked the car at the  back corner of the graveyard so they were  in between the house and the graveyard.
The group got out of the car and made their way in to the graveyard  to see if they could find a ghost and have a giggle. The five teens walked along under the moonlight reading the old grave markers while the wind blew the fall leaves about their feet. It was a typical fall night in the northeast and perfect for hunting ghosts.

 As they walked along the rows of old gravestones the five teens began to feel uncomfortable and a bit frightened.  The two girls in the group started to hear noises behind them as they walked along the grave markers.. The one girl insisted she could hear someone or something following them.

The group started to feel very  uncomfortable walking among the dead and decided it may be more fun to venture on to the Mansion to have a look around.

The five teens  had no idea what a dangerous decision this would prove to be.  

They walked towards the old mansion  . They were giggling and acting silly as they continued their ghost hunt.  As they approached the old house one of the girls noticed something in the window on  the second floor  in the front of the house. She stopped dead in her tracks hushing the others to look at the window.

The five kids stood there watching the dark house when my cousins boyfriend whispered :  "Did you all just see that?"

He too saw something or someone standing at a window on the second floor. The group stood still  watching.

The other boy with them suddenly yelled out   "BOO" which sent the other four kids jumping clear off the ground. The group laughed and continued walking around to look at the side and back of the strange old house.

As they made their way to the back side of the mansion they noticed a broken down shed in the back corner of the yard of the house. The group of five walked towards it to see what the little building was used for. The shed was a small duplicate of the large main house. The teens thought it may be a elaborate playhouse and wanted to take a closer look.

The small building was about the size of a old fashion double garage. Bigger than a single garage of today but not as big as a modern double garage. The little house was exactly like the big one including a open front porch . The teenagers wandered onto the porch and tried to look in the windows. The windows were so dirty and the night dark making it impossible to see inside.

One of them twisted the front doorknob and to the shock of all the door flew open as if someone pulled it from the other side.

The teens stood there looking at each other. They decided to just take a peek in to see what was inside. The five of them walked in to find a large open room filled with walls lined with shelves . In the middle of the rooms was a large table .

The place was filled with cob webs and dirt. The group walked around looking at the shelves which were lined with bottles of different sizes.

The group was silent as they carefully looked around. Finally one of the girls picked up a bottle and held it to the moon light coming through the dirty window. She yelped in disgust and tossed the bottle back on to the shelf.

The bottle had what appeared to be a dead animal floating in it.  The group of teens began to look more carefully at the bottles lining the shelves. To their revulsion they all had what looked to be some type of fetus or partial piece of some kind of living creature. The group was stunned and quickly became frightened .

They decided it was time to leave and quickly ran back out into the yard to make their way  back to the car.  The five teens could not contain their fear and started to run towards the front of the old house towards the waiting Mustang.
That is when it happened.

The two girls and other boy were ahead of my cousin and her boyfriend. They were running full speed towards the car.

As the group ran across the yard my cousin slipped on the fallen leaves and fell hard to the ground.  Her boyfriend stopped running to help pull her to her feet . The other teens kept  running full speed towards  the car.

Quickly my cousin and her boyfriend were alone on the side of the dark old house. My cousins ankle was badly sprained and she could not walk much less run. Her boyfriend lifted her to her feet and half carried half dragged her along towards the front of the house to make way to the car.

Their friends were long gone and they were alone. Without warning , without any sense it was coming my cousin and her boyfriend were hit by a force that sent them both flying in to the air.

The two were flown in the air landing about ten feet apart on their backs on the dark side yard of the house .

Before either could react to what had just struck them my cousin started to scream as she fought with the night and her invisible attacker. Her boyfriend   watched in horror as my cousin tried to fight off something that he could not see.

He ran to her side as she punched and fought with the air. He could not believe his eyes. He tried to pull her up from the ground . Each time he would reach down to pull her up he would be shoved back to the ground  a few feet away from her. He could see her face was bleeding as she continued to scream and fight.

The boyfriend made a few more attempts to help her to only be thrown in the air away from her. My cousins face was covered with blood as were her arms. He knew he needed help and started to run and scream for the others to help him.

The teens ahead heard the struggle and started back towards them when they saw my cousins boyfriend being thrown through the air like a rag doll. Thank fully one of the girls knew immediately that they needed help and took off at a full run for the pastors cottage to get help and a phone. 

The girl made it to the pastors cottage in seconds . She pounded on his door half yelling half crying for help.

The young pastor was home and quickly opened the door stunned to find the hysterical girl at his door. She was able to tell him her friends were being attacked by something invisible at the old mansion and needed help. The young pastor did not blink or think twice. He grabbed three things,  A bat, a large wooden cross and a bible.

The girl and the pastor ran quickly back towards the old house. The scene before them was terrifying . My cousin lay on the ground covered in blood still fighting against her attacker. The other three teens  were trying to stop the attack to only be thrown all over the yard.

The pastor began to yell as he prayed as he ran to the group of teens fighting this evil invisible thing attacking them. The young pastor ran to the side of my cousin and placed the cross on her chest. It was thrown immediately into the air. The pastor yelled for the others to get it. He placed it back on her body holding it firmly in place with all his strength . He told the boys to help him and they all pressed the cross to her body. The pastor started to pray holding his bible to his heart.  The beating stopped . The pastor was cautious as he pulled my cousin to her feet.

For a few seconds it seemed as it was over.  The young pastor instructed the group to run towards the church . The pastor and boyfriend were dragging my cousin now badly beaten .

The group were nearly to the church yard edge when they all heard and felt it coming.
Behind them they could feel the ground shake as thunderous pounding footsteps  charged from behind towards them.  The pastor screamed for the group to continue running towards the church.

The corner of the old graveyard  that belonged to the little church was only a few yards ahead of them when the pounding earth coming at them stopped. The three teens entered the church owned land first and kept running towards the church at the commands of the young pastor.

The pastor , my cousin and her boyfriend were right behind them. As they  all passed the line on to the church property they  no longer felt their attacker behind them.  As the pastor and the boyfriend dragged my cousin towards the church they heard it.  From the yard of the old house came a howl of rage so horrifying all five teens broke in to tears.

The group made it to the church. The pastor brought all five teens in side of the little church and prayed over them before doing anything else. He then took them in to his little cottage where he called the police . My cousin was taken by ambulance to the local hospital where she was treated for her cuts and bruises and released.

The police wrote this incident up as teenagers assaulting each other . The hospital listed it as my cousin being in a fist fight. The young pastor was laughed at and ridiculed for playing in to the fantasies of the teens who let a haunted house trek get out of hand.

My cousin , her boy friend and the other three teens along with the young pastor all tell a different story. They tell of the night they came face to face with evil , fought it and won.

I believe my cousin of course . I know her to be a logical well balanced adult who had lived a productive good life. I will tell you she stayed in contact with that pastor her entire life.

That haunted house was fenced off at the pastors insistence shortly after this incident. The old house was finally taken down about  20 years ago. It did continue up until that time being known as the haunted house behind the church.
Who knows what evil  lurks in dark places ? My cousin will tell you only that it does exist.

Happy Halloween

Copyright © -2011-2012
Chris Holly's Paranormal World


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My friend Beth is an incredible woman. She teaches in a local college, is a yoga instructor has a husband, a bunch of kids and lives and runs a small horse farm.
Beth is a practical person. Although open minded she really has not had any personal experiences with the paranormal. Beth was the last person on earth I ever thought would call me for advice about a ghost.

Beth told me she was having an on going situation at the house and on the farm and wanted to know if I could drop by and visit with her. Beth has been a good friend for many years and knows she is the last person to think a creaky floor or flickering light was a ghost. I knew if she brought it up at all that something odd must have been going on. I decided to visit her right away to find out what was happening.

As soon as I arrived at Beth’s farm she walked me to her house that sat on top of a small hill in front of the farm. Behind the house were paddocks, a big barn, with many different horses along with a pony, a goat, dogs, cats and chickens- I think you get the idea. Beth and her family love animals.

I went to sit down at Beth’s large kitchen table when she pulled me away and said, “No, come on it happens in my bathroom.”

We walked down the long hall where Beth and her husband’s bedroom was the last room in the house facing the farm. Inside her bedroom was a master bathroom with a large window over looking the farm. We stood in the bedroom facing the bathroom door. Beth pointed at the bathroom door and said, “That’s where it happens, right at that door.”

Beth then told me that two of her older children would sometimes use her bathroom when trying to get ready to go out if other family members were using the other bathrooms.

The problem started about three weeks ago. Her oldest son was in her bathroom taking a shower about 7pm. Standing in Beth’s room ironing his shirt at the time was Beth’s other teenage son. All of a sudden a violent pounding started on the bathroom door. It was a loud clear knocking.

The boy in the shower started to yell out to his brother in the parent’s bedroom ironing, asking him what he wanted. At the same time the boy ironing was yelling to his brother in the bathroom asking him why he was banging on the door. The commotion stopped and both boys continued on with what they were doing.

A few minutes passed when the knocking started up again. This time the pounding was loud and vibrated the entire room. Both boys thought it was the other one doing it and both headed towards to door. The boy inside the bathroom opened the door and started to yell at his brother. The brother in the bedroom returned the screaming both insisting the other had been the door banger. Both boys started to walk out of their parent’s bedroom one behind the other when the door pounding started one last time.

Both boys stood silently looking at the other while the pounding shaking door seemed to be knocking and shaking on its own. The boys bravely flung open the door to look inside the bathroom. It was empty. They then ran the water in the shower and sink and tried hard to repeat the noise. Nothing happened. They searched inside and outside the house yet found nothing that would cause the door to be pounded in the way that it was. The two young men were confused and quickly reported the event to the rest of the family.

A few days passed when my friend was home in her kitchen with her oldest son who was the boy who was in the shower during the first incident. Suddenly they could hear hard loud knocking coming from the back of the house. They followed the noise to the end of the house where the first incident occurred. When they searched the house once again they found nothing out of the ordinary.

The loud knocking continued with an incident occurring every few days. The family continued to search their property, check the pipes, and check for construction problems to try to find the cause of this strange happening. They came up empty handed.

This is the point I enter the picture. Beth knew I was friendly with a psychic who was sensitive yet rarely used her gifts as she was not always able to receive information. Rather then disappoint people she simply kept her abilities private. Beth wanted me to bring the psychic to her small farm to see if she could sense anything odd going on.

I told my psychic friend about the happenings at Beth’s house and asked if she would like to take a ride over to the horse farm to see if she had any feelings about the place. I was very surprised when my psychic pal agreed right away to go. I didn’t know what to think of it, as I never knew my psychic pal to be a horse lover or animal lover.

I arranged to take my psychic friend to Beth’s horse farm during the afternoon when most of the family was out. My psychic friend wanted to visit the farm with as little commotion as possible around so she could concentrate on the energy around the place.

While driving to the horse farm my psychic friend warned me she most likely would not be able to pick up anything at all. She did not want me or Beth to be disappointed. She also told me that she was not use to being around animals like the horses and did not know if she would be able to pick up anything in this type of environment. I told her we did not have our hopes up and just wanted her to take a quick tour of the farm.
We arrived at Beth’s farm. I entered the long road that drove past the house and back to the paddocks and open areas of the farm and barn.

My psychic friend became silent. As we drove past the house she yelled for me to stop. I jammed on the brakes and watched as she sat silently looking at the house. She then told me to drive on. I drove past the chickens, past the goat’s fenced area and on to the barn. Along side of the barn was a large fenced in paddock with two horses in it. A pinto and a big brown horse with a white stripe on its nose. Both horses stood munching feed out of large feeding pails.

The psychic yelled for me to stop. She startled me with her demand. Once again I slammed on my brakes. She sat silently looking out her window. She threw open the truck door before I could react and climbed up on the paddock fence. The psychic beckoned to the large brown horse with an arm gesture while softly calling for the horse to come to her.

I sat without making a move watching as the large brown horse ran over to my psychic friend. She pulled the head of the horse to her face and started to pet and talk to the animal. They stood together for a few minutes like that until the psychic told the horse to show her something. The horse turned and trotted over to the opposite corner of the paddock near the entrance of the barn. The psychic jumped back into my truck and directed me to drive over as close as possible to where the horse now stood.

The psychic once again was out of the truck the moment I came to a stop and was back standing with the horse. The psychic knelt near the horse and ran her hands over the ground by the corner of the barn. This went on for about five minutes. She then stood up and walked into the barn. I got out of the truck and went into the barn after her. She waved for me to stay away. I stopped and waited at the entrance watching as she examined every stall and section of the big long barn.

When she was done she marched towards me down the middle of the barn and told me to get back into the truck. We drove around the farm for a few minutes until she told me to return to the house but this time to park in the back of it near the part of the house that had the door-banging event.

We sat silently. I knew not to speak or break her thoughts. When she was ready she turned to me and said. “ There are people buried here. I think they may have been Indians. They are tormenting the brown horse. They are confused about this family being here and especially concerned about two young men who live here.

I did not know what to say. She went on and told me how the brown horse was very unhappy and being tormented by spirits or lost souls who once lived on this land and are confused about the horses. She told me that they seem to be trying to take care of or protect the horses but instead are making the horse miserable. The psychic turned to me and said, “ The horse wants help”.

She continued by telling me that the farm had darkness about it due to the fact the people who once were here were hanging around the land and not moving on. She told me she thought they were Indians and we should research the area.

The psychic also told me she was sure that the banging on the back of the house was from these lost souls or ghosts. She told me it was just a warning to let the family know they were on the Indians land. She thought the banging was being brought on by the families two tall strong young sons who tended the horses. She thought that they somehow were a threat to the lost souls still wandering the farm.

I drove to the front of the house where Beth stood waiting for us. The psychic repeated in detail all she told me about the farm to Beth. Beth stood silently listening to every word the psychic told her.

Beth told us both that indeed her farm was part of a large Indian settlement at one time. She was not at all shocked at what the psychic reported feeling.

The psychic gave Beth a list of things to do to ease the situation before it became more intense or increased. The psychic felt the horse needed a rest from the torment of the lingering souls and suggested Beth get right to what she thought should be done to calm the restless souls.

Beth was to obtain a smudge stick, a cross, salt water, clean all dead matter like old leaves from the barn and house area and talk to the spirits while cleansing her land.
The psychic knew of people in the area who may help with this cleansing and agreed to arrange a meeting for Beth as to find out the correct method of dealing with this situation.

I did not see Beth for about two weeks after that meeting. Beth did meet with those who gave her ideas on how to handle her seemingly haunted Indian land.

Beth did a few smudging cleanings of her land by using certain herbal smudge sticks. She would burn the smoky stick while covering the borders of her farm and all that stood in it. She would tell the spirits she was there to care for the land and the horses and that the young men where her sons. She also asked the spirits over and over to let go of the land and move on to the light. Beth did this and more a few times over.

One late afternoon I stopped over to visit Beth. She was glad to see me, as she wanted someone with her when she did a cleaning and was planning to do one just as I arrived.

It was still light outside but turning quickly into dusk and I was anxious to have Beth do what she had to do so we could leave the darkness of the large open farm and head for the bright lights and warmth of her house.

I drove my truck over to the front of Beth’s barn. I met Beth in the barn where she was lighting the smudge stick to smoke out the barn and clean away all bad energy. She walked into each stall and every part of the barn speaking clearly to the spirits that may be lingering. Beth was strong and serious as she spoke to that which did not belong here at this time. She told them to leave and move on. She promised it was her time to take care of the land and horses and they needed to move on to their own destiny.

I watched without interrupting as Beth carried out her ritual as instructed by those who knew how to sooth the souls of those who lived there before.

Beth finished and told me she had to run up to the house for a second. She told me to wait for her in the barn, as she did not want to leave the animals alone while the smell of the smudge sticks lingered in the area. She told me to just stay around and keep my eyes open until she returns.

I was not comfortable at all alone in the barn. I walked over and got back into my truck. Beth’s dog came crying at my door. I let the dog jump in and sit with me in the truck. I backed up and faced the barn so I could see both inside it and into the large paddock on the side of it.

Beth’s dog began to whimper softly. I looked over at him and then to where he was looking into the large paddock next to the barn. I caught the quick movement of what looked like a large gray horse cross the field heading at a full run for the back of the paddock. I started to panic as I thought one of the horses was upset by the smell of the smudging and was trying to get out and run away. I pointed my truck towards the paddock and turned the lights into the field. I could see the pinto and the brown horse as always but no other animals.

My first thought was that the back gate was left open to the paddock during Beth’s smudging ritual. I feared the large gray horse I saw run across the field got out and was running away. I quickly drove my truck along the side road that takes you to the back of the barn and other paddocks on the farm.

The dog and I drove quickly to the backside of the barn. The gates were all closed. I got out of the truck with the dog sticking tightly to my legs. I looked all over but did not see that gray horse anywhere on the farm. I walked over to the back paddock and climbed up on a fence overlooking the back of the farm. The dog was next to me and started to bark a high-pitched strange bark cry type of thing.

That is when I saw it. A figure following what looked like a gray-white haze into the woods that lined the back of the farm. The figure looked to be a man wearing a grayish white overalls or jumpsuit as it was all the same color. The figure was walking at a fast pace and followed the larger object into the woods.

The dog barked and whimpered. I did not know what to do or think. I ran back to the truck, the dog jumped over me into the passenger seat and together we headed full speed towards the house.

I started blowing the horn as I neared the house. Beth came running out. I told her what I had just seen. I thought maybe her neighbors walked their animals around her farm or cut across her land. Beth told me she did not have any neighbors in the back of her land and it was all woods. Beth got into the truck with her dog and we went back to show her where we saw the figures walking in her back paddock.

I would not get out of the truck. I showed my friend the spot. She was confused as no one was ever any where near her farm. I then asked her where she kept the gray horse as I thought he got away. My friend looked at me like I had lost my mind. She told me she did not own a gray horse. I started to feel a little sick inside.

I did not know what I had seen. I felt sick and weak inside and wanted to leave the farm. Beth tried to comfort me but I just wanted to leave and quickly drove home.

The next morning while sitting drinking my morning tea telling my family about my adventure at Beth’s farm the phone rang. It was Beth. The psychic had just stopped by to see Beth to ask her if we were aware the spirits were gone? She told Beth she could see them leaving and knew that they no longer were lingering around her farm. Beth told her of my encounter with the figure and phantom ghost horse. The psychic just laughed and said, “I know, she saw the last of them leave”. She then told Beth that the great white spirit horse goes first into the light to be followed by the last warrior.

I have no idea about what happened at Beth’s farm. I know the brown horse is happy now and bounds around the place like a young pony. I know the dog runs around and never whimpers. I know all the knocking and banging has ended in the house. I also know I saw with my own eyes a white ash colored horse that did not exist, a gray haze and a ash colored figure cross Beth’s land that day with my own eyes. It was not a man. It walked with the haze through a fence into the woods without losing a step, and it did it right in front of me.

I claim nothing more then the fact this happened. I watched whatever it was at Beth’s farm leave.

And I saw it with my own eyes!

♥ Copyright © 2008- 2012 Chris Holly all Rights Reserved
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I had the interesting experience of meeting, talking to and learning a great deal from a very nice woman who happens to be a Pagan Witch.
This woman  is a articulate bright soft-spoken woman. She lives in the southern part of the United States and her religious or spiritual life is Pagan

I know little or next to nothing about Paganism. I  did  know it  was a spiritual thinking of many in Europe before the spread of  Christianity.  I also knew that there are people who still live a Pagan lifestyle today.

 Besides that I knew Halloween is a time of  celebration  for the Pagans. I decided it was time to find out what I could about this life style. By chance I heard  this woman  talking to a group of people  in a  internet  chat forum .

 I was impressed on how she handled the subject and  was able to arrange to  spend  time talking to her one on one.

This Pagan witch  explained many things to me I never before understood. The first area of my confusion was that Pagans  are not always Wicca. Pagans can join in covens, which are groups of 13 (13 being a magical number) . This woman  however does not belong to a group and practices her beliefs as her life style only within her own family.

Paganism goes back to the route of first religions before Christianity to the time of the first Celts. Pagans  have a spiritual connection to the earth and universe . 

They spend a great deal of time concentrating as to  keep a clear focus at all times. The woman explained how she  uses this belief system to try to keep in balance with all nature, earth and the universe. 

I asked her for an example how this  works in  her daily life. She explained to me that she meditates often as well as using visualization to bring her to the balance and focus she needs to live a balanced life.

 She explained to me that pagan witches, like her, use spells differently than the general public thinks they do.  She explained  that as other religious people pray to God for help or an answer -  Pagans use spells and rituals.

 They use these things as a focus or a way to pray to the ultimate power and universe as their way to ask for help or answers. She  explained that  using meditation and visualization along with spells and rituals is a way for the Pagan to focus. This is how they work on the balance  and confidence needed to stay centered as well as a way to  get rid of the negativity we all pick up in daily living.

I asked her  about  white and black or good or bad witches. She  told me most of that is myth and that magic has no real color.

She explained  that there are those who do use magic for bad or evil purposes. She believes this to be  very dangerous for that witch.  She explained  :  
“Those who use magic for those reasons need to remember the laws of nature. Whatever you send out does in fact come right back to you. If you send out bad energy you get back bad energy.  It is a fact that needs to be considered by those who do these things. Get ready as whatever you send out - WILL come back at you!”

 She  told me magic is all intent and you do receive back the intent you send out. I think that is a good piece of advice for everyone to consider in today’s world. We all need to understand the way we treat, act and the deeds we do to others, will show up again at our front door. It best you consider this upon your next intention towards another. I guess it all agrees with the old ‘do unto others’ ideology, or truth.

Pagans believe in mother earth or Gaia, as well as a moon goddess, sun god along with assorted  others. 

Pagans  celebrate the seasons as well as their sabbats and festivals yearly.
This woman has an alter in her home  she keeps decorated with the seasons festivities. Presently fall is represented with pumpkins and things October and the Halloween or Samhain sabbat brings to mind. 

October 31st is the Pagan time of Samhain. It is celebrated with barn fires and rituals such as the burning of the year’s negativity. 

This is when the Pagan lists all the negative things that filled their year and take the list to the barn fire and burns it with the intent to burn away and rid them of those negative things.

 She explained the different holidays  her family celebrates and the dates they take place.   They are very similar to the times of year Christians celebrate holidays. 

 This Pagan witch  explained that Paganism was here far longer than Christianity. When the church developed they needed to win over the people who were basically all Pagans at the time and did so by copying the Pagan times of celebration as a way to make them feel comfortable in the new founded Christianity. 

Below find a list of Pagan celebrations:

Yule – Dec 21st
Samhain- Oct 31st Halloween
Imbolc-Jan 21st- Feb 2nd
Ostaro vernal equinox- March 21st
Beltane-May 1st
Litha-June 21st
Lughuassadh August 1st
Mabon Sept 21st

This pagan witch  told me she comes from a Celtic background, which is where her Pagan belief system stems from. She also told me that although practiced and in the United States this type of spiritual life style is more known and accepted in both England and Canada.

 She told me that the  rituals used in Pagan worship are  a private time which she does not discuss. It is like praying. It is personal to the individual as to what they are focusing on or needing help dealing with. 

I found this Pagan Witch  to be a very nice person who explains her spiritual life and customs clearly  without any form of harm or misuse to others. 

I do know there are other types of witches out there who may go about this subject very differently from this pagan witch. 

I am grateful I was able to spend some time learning from someone who actually lives  the pagan life exactly what her life style is all about .

Before we parted this Pagan Witch did tell me  there are those who use the power of the earth and universe and its magic for dark and ugly purposes.

 I guess the answer to all of this is that humans have choices to make  decisions every day be it  work,  family or friend matters. 

The choices of each human should be and hopefully would be to lean towards the good of all things.  It would be very dangerous to  use their abilities for dark  sinister actions knowing those poisonous arrows will without question come back to stab them in their own heart. 

The things to consider from all of this is that it may be truly the way of the universe  to deliver in spades the intent you send out to others  will indeed come back to you.  I think that idea is something we all need to reflect upon.

With that said have  Happy Halloween and choose carefully to trick or treat !

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Recently we issued a warning for those who plan on spending time outdoors this summer. It was a warning about what can happen when someone sights a UFO, especially one in close proximity. Since that warning, Chris Holly has received a new report from one of the Real Time Abductees that should reinforce our warnings about close encounters with UFOs. Chris has written extensively about the Real Time Abductees, people who have suffered a lifetime of abductions.
The term real time refers to the fact the abductions of these people take place during real time while they are going about the business and routines of their everyday life . They do not involve sleep events or dreams or telepathic messages. They are encounters that invade their life while they are fully awake and functioning .
 The Real Time Abductees have suffered abductions while going about their daily routines, often within shouting distance of other people. Recently, the son of one of the oldest of the Real Time Abductees surprised his mother with the admission that he has experienced abductions. He had never told her because of the distress he knew it would cause. The son has recently suffered another incident in the California desert that we will write about in a future report. But today we turn our attention to another Real Time Abductee who had her last abduction experience twenty years ago. That is, it was her last abduction experience before an incident a few weeks ago that, coupled with the information from the Real Time Abductee's son, has the Real Time Abductees in turmoil.
Chris Holly put me in email contact with the Real Time Abductee who suffered this latest episode, and in keeping with Chris's longstanding rules, the lady in question remains anonymous. I do not know her name, address, phone number or email address. She is known to Chris, but not to me. This is to protect the Real Time Abductees, of which Chris Holly is a member, and anyone else who contacts Chris reporting their abduction experience or experiences. The same anonymity is offered to anyone reporting other incidents of unexplainable occurrences, from UFO sightings to ghost encounters.
All I know about this Real Time Abductee is that she resides on property that is oceanfront or near the ocean. That factors into the incident which took place about two weeks ago. And, like the other Real Time Abductees, she knows to never go anywhere, day or night, by herself. She surrounds herself with family and other people she trusts in hopes her abductors will be wary of attempting another abduction. For twenty years, that arrangement seems to have worked. In fact, the arrangement would probably have still worked if the abductee hadn't broken a key rule: Never go anywhere alone.

What follows is the Real Time Abductee's tale :
The Abduction
“My brother-in-law lives down the road from me and called on the day of the incident to ask if his dog wandered over to my house. His golden retriever, a male dog, does that from time to time. I looked around and didn't spot his dog anywhere on my property. While I was looking around I walked past my son's truck parked next to the barn. I saw the key was in the ignition and made the  foolish split second decision to jump in the truck and take a fast drive down an old beach road that ends at an area where I've found the dog before. He seems to love this isolated area of the beach, only about a minute's drive from my barn.
“I guess twenty years without an abduction incident had made me complacent. So I took off to look for the dog.
“My instincts about the whereabouts of my brother-in-law's pet were better than my instincts about abduction prevention, because I discovered the dog happily chewing on something he found along the shoreline. He was soaked, covered with sand and having a great time. I got out of the truck, opened the tailgate and called him. I tried to let him know by the way I spoke that he had misbehaved. I guess he got the message, because he just looked at me with that wide-eyed 'just got caught with my pants down look' some dogs get when they know they've messed up. I walked to the front of the truck and about 10 feet onto the beach itself and called him again without that 'bad dog' tone to my voice. This time he jumped up, wagging his tail happily, and came running toward me.
“As best I can recall, this is when the abduction event  began, for suddenly, in the blink of an eye, a funny feeling came over me, and I heard what sounded like a huge Harley Davidson motorcycle revving up right next to my head. It was deafeningly loud. There was no one on the road. Nothing had approached me while I stood there calling the dog. But there in my ear, as if it was right next to me, a thunderous noise commenced as quickly as you could snap your fingers.
“I was filled with a paralyzing fear, knowing I had made a terrible mistake. I started to turn my head and shoulders slowly away from the approaching dog towards the sound...and that's all I can remember of how the incident began.
[Editors' note: Here are some further descriptions of what happened at the beach recalled by the abductee in a follow-up contact:
“I also recall a strange creature running toward me on the beach. It looked like a big triangle about the size of a trash can lid. It had a mouth and eyes at the pointed end, four stick-like legs and hair or fur that looked like long beach grass on its back. I think it was greenish in color and had neon green eyes. I have no idea if it was a living creature or a machine. I recall trying to get away from it and the dog barking at it. It's all pieces of memory that are disjointed and confusing. I also just know somehow this was the last of it for me. I don't think I will be taken again. I also feel these beings want me to try to make people understand they exist and our viewpoint on all of these things is going in a wrong direction. My feeling is these beings, whatever they may be or wherever they may come from, don't approve of the ridiculous sideshow our civilization has made of their attempts to slowly indoctrinate us about them and others like them.”
End editors note.]
“The next thing I knew I was laying on my back  on the sand with the dog lying next to me. My first thought was that I had fainted, and the dog had fallen asleep next to me. I thought I was all right. One of my shoes had fallen off. I stuck it back on and got up. As soon as I did I vomited. I felt very weak and dizzy. Then I realized the dog was just lying there looking at me. He appeared to be dazed and was glassy-eyed.
“When the vomiting stopped I tried to get the dog to stand up. But he just remained lying on the sand like a limp rag. He's a big dog, and I wasn't able to lift him. I desperately wanted to get myself and this poor pet to the truck and get us out of there as fast as possible. I was feeling really sick, so I decided to drag the dog over the sand to the truck. Fortunately I was able to drag him to the back of the truck where the tailgate was already open. I gave it all I had and half lifted, half dragged the poor animal onto the bed of the truck. He just landed in the truck bed with a thump, bewildered and confused looking, and lay staring at me.
“Despite being disoriented and nauseated, I was able to drive home. There I found my frantic family madly searching the area for me and the truck I borrowed. I quickly told them about the beach and the noise while they helped me shakily navigate from the driveway back into my house. My brother-in-law kept the dog in my son's truck, driving him immediately to the vet because he was acting so weird.
“Once my family got me inside, I was able to inspect myself a little better. I found my sneakers had been left untied and my socks turned around so the heel of each sock was over each instep. The rest of my clothes seemed to be on properly; however, I had a gemstone ring on my right hand and a charm bracelet on my right wrist when I went looking for the dog. Both were now missing. But I also had a large diamond ring and a very expensive watch on my left hand and wrist. Neither one of these items appeared to have been touched.
“My body was very sore, my head hurt and I was confused. I couldn't remember clearly what had happened. I've never had an experience like this one, starting with that loud motorcycle sound. I thought the entire event happened within the span of just a few minutes, but a reconstruction of the time my brother-in-law first called about the dog to when I returned home revealed it was an hour and 25 minutes since I left my house. My brother who is a medical doctor was one of the family members out looking for me when I returned and insisted he should examine me. My blood pressure was a bit high, I had a slight fever and my blood sugar was elevated. My brother thought my body was dealing with a degree of shock. He also thought I was dehydrated and started me drinking water immediately. My family decided to take me to the emergency room where I could be hooked to a heart monitor and blood work could be done. It also allowed for a more complete examination to make sure I didn't suffer previously undetected injuries, internally or externally, during whatever had happened on the beach. Two doctors tested to make certain my heart was sound and ruled out any other possible cause of what they were told was a fainting spell or blackout. It certainly wouldn't have served any purpose to tell them I had been abducted by creatures unknown! I had been down that route before. Under my brother's prompting, the physicians saw to it a complete round of blood work was conducted as well. It appeared I was all right except for some noticeable problems with my eyesight. My vision was very blurry, and the lights in the hospital were painful to my eyes.
“When my family brought me home from the emergency room, I was totally exhausted, extremely weak and badly in need of sleep. I was surrounded by my family and spent the rest of that day in my bed sleeping. My sleep was uneasy, and I tossed and turned most of the time. This experience was unlike any of the other times I suffered an abduction. I never was able to recall much from my other encounters, but this time I began having flashes of uncontrollable recall that kept flooding my mind. I could recall “people” around me who were talking to me the entire time. I was being told how disappointed they were with the human race and our failure to reach out for knowledge. I remember being told we are a species that learns more slowly than others and would still be extremely primitive if we were not constantly pushed to advance. I had a hard time keeping up with what was being said because the communication was very fast and I was overwhelmed by it. I couldn't comprehend a lot of it. I do remember these beings indicating they were frustrated by our failure to grasp their attempts to slowly indoctrinate the human race to something they are apparently trying to show us. And I felt their anger and annoyance was aimed at our constantly rejecting their attempts, as evidenced, as far they are concerned, by our movies and fake photos and videos. They projected the feeling that humanity's rejection of what they seem to have been slowly trying to introduce us to has them harboring some growing negative feelings about mankind. I can't tell if they were expressing anger, frustration, pity, confusion, or a combination of all those things. But I did get the impression their reactions were the result of what they feel is humanity's willful ignorance, like we deliberately refuse to see some universal truth they've been putting in front of us. I still don't feel like I've fully grasped what they were trying to put across during the encounter other than that it was negative toward our actions. I can recall some kind of focus on my age. I also got the feeling they were trying to impress on me that this was going to be the last experience I would have with them. And I was left with the impression I'm being allowed to recall as much as I've been able to pass along to you for the express purpose of getting their still puzzling message across. Other incidents like this have always left me with very little in the way of memory.
“While all this was going on, I wanted to get away from them but was being physically restrained like all the other times. I kept begging them to let me leave. I recall the beings restraining me had human-like form, but I also recall a horrible looking being near me that frightened me nearly to death. I was screaming and struggling, and they gave me something to remove my fear and make me calm down. I remember being very thirsty and sick to my stomach. I had stomach cramps. The human type beings around me controlled me with an invisible strength, making it impossible for me to function physically. I only remember very brief flashes of the horrific creature that frightened me. I think my seeing it only lasted for a second or so. I'm not sure.
“I'm worried about people thinking this is something fun and fabulous, and I hope one day we'll grow up as a civilization and begin to understand and deal with these beings that watch us, visit us and take us against our will. As it stands, it appears we're the fools for poking fun at these incidents, and they're the ones doing all the laughing.”
The Aftermath
[Editors' note: The following comments from the abductee are taken from more follow-up contacts via email.]
“I feel like I have the flu and my eyes really hurt. I developed large painful pimples on my face. I also found a circle of hair had been cut out of the back of my head. I have long hair and can cover the bald spot, but I can't explain why this hair sample was taken. I found out that I'm a bit anemic, too, which is very odd considering I had my yearly physical a few weeks before the incident and was normal at the time. I must have lost some blood somewhere along the way but have no memory of it. At first, a few odd marks on my skin were my only outward signs of the encounter on the beach. But now a leathery and scale-like rash has begun to appear between my breasts, rising toward my neck, and on my legs and hands, as well as in patches on my back.
“I'm still shaken up and withdrawn. I really didn't think at my age that this would happen to me again. My family is annoyed that I broke the golden rule and took off alone to an isolated area. I feel strange. My thinking is very rapid, and my dreams are extremely odd. I'm still very weak and will need time to recover from this encounter just like I have from all the others I had forced on me ever since I was a little girl. The worst part of this is how easily they can walk into your life and take you at will. Dealing with the draining physical aftermath is exhausting. And knowing almost everyone refuses to believe this happens to people like me all the time is heart breaking. No matter how my family tries to protect and take care of me, no matter how we Real Time Abductees have offered support to each other, the truth of the matter is that each one of us is really all alone in the middle of this mess.
“I only pray people everywhere will soon rise to a new level of understanding, becoming more than what they have been, and start to wise up to how lost we are when it comes to so many things these abductors think we really should already know. When you think about the massive number of reports of UFO sightings and alien abductions from all over the world, you would think we would be smarter about all of this. Instead we match the real encounters by creating fake ones in larger numbers, leaving the real experiences swallowed up by our self created ignorance and delusion. I don't have any idea what it will take to turn us into more than the backward beings these abductors consider the stupid ones in the universe. Maybe it will remain this way, and, eventually, these beings who seem to be trying to nudge us out of our ignorance will simply give up and leave us to our own brain dead way of life.
“The last time I had an incident I was 40 and it was in the fall. That was in 1991. I don't recall much about the beings from other incidents except that they seemed to be in human form and covered in a light colored suit. This latest incident is the only time I remember more. This time they were without question covered in a skin-like suit with lenses over their eyes. It's for protection from us and our atmosphere, I assume. They are thin, about 6ft tall and have very long, delicate hands. You can see eye movement behind the dark lenses over their eyes. I think they come in different types, like male and female in humans, but I have no idea if there are separate sexes, or anything like sex, at all. They could be some other mix. The one that I can recall the most appeared to be the boss and seemed feminine to me. It quickly got that frightening creature away from my view. I recall that thing wanted to touch me, and it was told no. I felt like I was in a UFO garage-type of thing, meaning a structure attached to something at the back of it with two sides and an open end like a garage with the door open that I could feel air and see sky when I looked that way. I was sitting on something and could not see the wall behind me but could see the wall in front of me. That is when I saw that the wall and all around it, including these people or beings, all were the same color of a light gray or off white so that when they were working along the wall they were camouflaged and you could not see them. Only when they moved around could you make out the outline of beings there. They were sort of lit, or had an aura to them. I have no recall of anything like this before. The frightening creature was disgusting with a bug like head and appendages around its body. It was huge and wide and horrible. It had a bug face with a bunch of eyes. I do not know of any Real Time Abductee who ever had as clear a look as I had this time at what these things are like. I wish I did not remember it.”

This real time abductee is spending time trying to recover from her latest encounter with these unknown beings. She is hopeful this is the last time she will be taken and feels due to her age she may now be able to finally live the rest of her life without these intrusions from those who  take her, abuse her and throw her back like a lab rat.

End of Abductee's Report

Editors' note: It shouldn't take more than this report and the constant ongoing  UFO sighting reports to make you think sensibly about what to do when you have the urge to venture out into nature's sparsely populated realms this summer. Be alert. Be careful. Always hike, hunt, camp, fish, sail or just mosey through the less populated places on the planet with a companion or two. And keep your wits about you if you come eyeball to eyeball with the unknown.

Rick Stokes 
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