Singing it Out

In November, 2009, I received a text message from a dear friend who I hadn’t seen in years. She texted to say her mother died of cancer that day. I immediately replied with my condolences, and invited her for lunch when she felt up to it. I was pleasantly surprised when she quickly responded. We quickly renewed our friendship, and went to lunch weekly. Along about that time, I recalled an old gospel hymn that I sang in church as a little girl, “In The Garden”. For some reason this stuck in my head as I couldn’t remember the words, so I downloaded the lyrics. I found great comfort singing the song in my son’s memorial garden in my backyard, however I struggled to remember the words and carried the lyrics with me most of the time.

Unfortunately, my friend lost her father to cancer in December. She told me her parents made their wishes known to the family, and invited me to a memorial gathering to celebrate their lives in the spring.

For months, the lovely hymn stayed in my head, still struggling to remember the words.

The words “Get ready!” also coming frequently with the urge to sing this song. My  friend called to say the family memorial gathering was scheduled in early May. With that this crazy urge in my head grew intense. While driving to the family gathering on a beautiful Saturday, the words “Get ready” was loud, frequent and clear. Of course, it didn’t occur to me to take the lyrics with me. A huge gathering, complete with gospel singers and their musical instruments, children and dogs playing games in the yard, a table loaded with food to feed an army, the party had started.

Later in the day I approached an elderly man who played the banjo, and asked if he knew the song. He stated he didn’t remember the words, had the lyrics and could play the tune. I told him I felt we were supposed to sing that song for some reason. Next thing I knew, I was standing at the microphone and the music was playing. I took a deep breathe, and started to sing. Except it wasn’t me singing.

The voice was higher, and I tried to bring down the pitch, but couldn’t. At that moment I felt like a goldfish in a glass bowl watching as the crowd started singing along and crying. That song lasted an eternity. Shaking like a leaf, I ran into the house and found a quiet corner alone, trying to figure out what had just happened. A sweet little lady with tears in her eyes, tapped me on the shoulder. She gave me a kiss on my cheek and thanked me. She said to me, “You had no way of knowing, but that was Nancy’s favorite song.” Needless to say, Nancy sang her favorite hymn to her family whom she dearly loved. I’ll remember that day for the rest of my life, and I promise Nancy I’ll be “ready” the next time she wants to sing.

Top Hat Ghost

Check this out:
http://paranormal.about.com/od/ghostphotos/ig/Paranormal-Photo-Gallery/Top-Hat-Ghost.htm

Spirit Guides

I'm Native American, I believe I'm from the band of Cherokee that inhabits the mountains of Western North Carolina (I've not officially traced my heritage but my birth father's Grandmother was Native American and he had the distinct features). I've always felt a strong connection to nature, animals and especially hawks. In April 2001 my Grandfather was dying of prostrate cancer and had requested to pass at my parents home. It was a Friday morning and I had just stepped out my back door to take my son out to swing in the yard. I had not been swinging him long when I saw a hawk flying straight instead of the usual gliding, circle type motion I've become used to and mesmerized by the beautiful motion of just gliding on the wind and being free. Only a few moments passed and I saw another hawk flying in exactly the same manner. This was just so unusual, so I stepped out from under the tree I was under and walked out to the middle of the yard to look up toward my parents house. When I looked back I saw at least 5-10 hawks circling in the sky high above their house. This puzzled me, so I watched for a minute or so then stepped back to continue pushing the swing which had stopped. It wasn't but a couple of minutes later when my mom called and told me that my Grandfather had passed away. That day the hawks were taking my Grandfather's Spirit to be with his ancestors. I feel that my Spirit Guide is a hawk and whenever I see one I know that I'm following the path I'm suppose to be on.... I try to always look for my signs!

Submitted by:  RH

Orbs

...my dog would growl menacingly at unseen things as if to protect me until I prayed for help... I haven't seen orbs since they frightened me in 2004--[i goofed the year when I typed this yesterday] but I still get tiny specks of gold dust now and then for symbolic messages and encouragement...

Most orbs I've seen in photos are small and either green or blue, but the ones I saw in 2004 were 5 huge golden dancing ovals, arranged with 3 over 2. I figure they are angels who were excited about something, but back then I was recovering from a recent car crash, so I thought I was hallucinating! LoL!!!
 
Submitted by:  WW

Strange Blue Mountain Light In The Santa Ana Mountans

I had been hiking in the Santa Ana Mountains in Orange County, California all day long. I had hiked up from Silverado Canyon on the Silverado Truck Trail, up to the Main Divide Truck Trail, all the way to Pleasants Peak, the second highest peak in Orange County. The hike had taken all day. It was 11 miles up to the peak and then 11 miles back to the trail head. Thus, it was getting late into the evening when I reached the upper side of Silverado Canyon for the descent down along the trail to the canyon bottom and the trail head. It was late at night and very dark, but I could see the trail clearly in the sparse chaparral and starlight. I had descended just under the canyon rim when I saw it. On the other side of the canyon opposite me there was a glowing blue orb of light. This was perhaps a 1000 feet away, directly across from me, on the other side of the canyon. The orb glowed a brilliant bright blue. It flickered on and off, like a flame of fire slightly moving in a light breeze. It was round like a ball. It did not seem to move as it just hovered there flickering. The canyon was very dark and was miles away from the city lights and this caused the blue light to shine even more brillantly again the dark background of the canyon side. At first, I thought it was someone lighting up a joint across the way on a trail opposite me. I knew there was an old trail that lead up to an old mine on that side of the canyon, the Blue Light mine, if I recall correctly. No joke, the Blue Light Mine. I wonder why they named it that? But the light was blue, and far bigger than a simple cigarette lighter flame. Anyway, I took out my flash light and flashed the light at the blue orb. However, this did not seem to have any affect, nor did I receive any type of response. I watched the light for a while longer until is finally faded out and did not come back. So I continued on down the trail to the trail head (still about 3 miles away) and my car. To this day, I do not know what that light was. But I wonder if the original namers of the Blue Light Mine had encountered it, as the name they picked for the mine seems to reflect a similar encounter. I don't know, but it seems plausible. So, a strange blue orb floated across silverade canyon from me, opposite of the Silverado Truck Trail. I wish I had had binoculars.  This happened in 1995

Submitted by:  TC

Quit Laughing

Why do you think weird things happen to some people all the time & never happen to others at all?

Is it because some people are looking for attention or is it that some people pay closer attention to their environment?

Why does the night time seem to be when most of this kind of thing happen?

Does the recent popularity of ghost hunting programs on tv mean there is a growing public curiosity or could it just be ennui with television.

I See Things

I see things.  I have a hard time describing them & often think I'm crazy, but if I am then so are my dogs, because evidently they see the same things.

Sometimes it will be a shadow I gradually become aware of, sometimes it will be a movement out of the corner of my eye.  This stuff only happens when I'm alone in my house.  There is never sound associated with it, only movement.  I had my eyes checked when it started happening more & it's not my eyes.

I noticed last week that both my dogs were watching something.  It was a shadow that was darting around.  I was reading the paper in my chair & hadn't noticed it till I heard them growling.  They didn't try to attack--just growled a bit.  At first I thought they were playing & just didn't pay any attention.  When I finally realized that something was up I saw the shadow, saw the dogs, & then saw the shadow "leap" (the only way I can think of to describe it) off the floor & disappear. 

No, I wasn't drinking or doing drugs & I don't think I'm an over-dramatic person either.  I'm just a guy who is seeing things he can't explain.  Anybody out there ever have anything like this happen to them?

Submitted by:  Scott K.

The Music Always Plays

I don't know what to make of this.  I jog nightly for my health.  Every time I go past this one house in my neighborhood I hear a harmonica playing a song I heard as a child some 30 years ago.  The song was on a record my parents got me & I used to play it alot.

I don't know anything about the house.  It looks to be about 20 years old, like the other houses in my neighborhood.  I don't know anybody who lives there or anything about the history of the house.  It doesn't remind me of anything or anybody.  It's just a house.  I don't know why the same song would show up each time I go by it.  I can be playing my iPod & not even thinking about the house & the same song will show up in my brain as I go by it.

Two days ago I was driving my daughter to school & she started singing the song right after we drove by the house.  Talk about freaking me out.  I didn't say anything to her but I did get cold chills from hearing her voice singing that song,

I have never told anyone about this before now.

Submitted by:  Charlotte P.

Weird Signs

I got weird signs when I lived in FL telling me to move out of that state. I lived there for 6 years and saw all kinds of weird stuff. Here are some weird things that happened to me down there.

I had a co-worker who was hired as a temp on my project at work to do data entry. He was quiet and kind of strange. The girls I worked with said he made them nervous. They said the guy would just stare at them. The guy left the job after the assignment and I left the job for another job later in the year. Months later I heard about a terrible shooting in a St. Petersburgh, FL Radio Shack from a friend. I didn't think much about it. I saw it on the news and they showed the guy who shot 4 people. It was the guy I worked with and he used to sit beside me in meetings. Very weird.....

One night I tried to go home to my apartment but the police barracaded the entire road and said that a shooter was on the loose. He went into a bait/convenience store near my apartment and pulled out a gun and threatened to kill himself and other people. I couldn't go into my apartment so I had to go to a friend's place to sleep.

A week later I heard someone beating on my neighbors door about 9:30 PM in my apartment complex. It was the police and a abulance crew. I walked outside and asked what was happening. The police asked who lived here and wanted to know if they were causcasian, black, latin etc.. and his age. I told him there were always 3 caucasian males in their 30's going in and out of the apartment. I figured they were gay because they acted weird and were effiminent. I told him that they never spoke to me. I asked the policeman what had happened and he said that they thought the guy who rented the apartment had been in a bad wreck and had fled the scene. The policeman said someone saw the guy go into his apartment. I said I hadn't heard anyone so I didn't know. I saw the police and the ambulance crew go into the apartment and look around. The next day I saw the 2 guys go into the apartment and move everything out and had heard the guy died. Very weird.

I saw a lady yell at the pharmacist in a pharmacy asking for some type of medicine. She said she was addicted. The pharmacist said he couldn't help her and told her to go to a drug addiction clinic. I also saw a guy yelling at birds sitting on the power lines. I think he was mentally ill. I saw all kinds of weird stuff down there. I felt the state was evil and full of evil people.

Anyway,while I was driving my moving van out of FL when I experienced a bad storm that came out of nowhere as I was crossing the FL, GA line. My friend was behind me in his car. The storm followed us in northern FL and then disappeared right when we crossed the GA state line. It disappeared as we crossed the state line and the GA side had sunny weather. It was surreal. My friend that helped me move knew my crazy FL stories and he noticed the same thing. He thought it was strange also..
I saw more things but those are the highlights
 
- submitted by: C.D.

I'll Go First

In 1979 the six of us were best friends in high school.  We were all walking up a hill on a dirt trail through the middle of an apple orchard.  It was a clear night, I can't remember if the moon was full but it was light enough for us to not really need the flashlight that was being carried.

About 10 minutes into the walk we had crested the top of the hill & were busy talking about whatever it is teenagers talk about when one by one, we noticed what sounded like footsteps following beside us.  (btw, none of us were drinking or doing any drugs at the time)

We collectively slowed down & looked to our right--there was...something...I'm not sure what, looking back at us.  It was tall, very hairy, & had animal eyes!

It scared us so badly that we all took off running down the hill with the the thing following close behind.  We could hear it crashing through the underbrush.  It finally stopped following us when we got to the clearing at the edge of the orchard.  We didn't really talk about it much after that.

Fast forward, 20 years later.  I had lost track of my old high school friends till the reunion, & was pleased to re-meet them.  After the party I was sitting on the porch with one of the guys in the group & casually asked him if he remembered seeing anything odd one night on a walk with us.  He got a strange look on his face & said, "do you mean that monster that chased us down the hill that night?  What the heck was that thing?  I still think about it somctimes & it scares the crap out of me."

Since then I have re-confirmed the story with another person who was there.  We all saw the same thing but none of us can figure out what we saw. 

There's my story.

At least one of them.