Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

I have been reading here about different people with gifts their parents had too. My mom and many in her family have a gift of knowing things. It’s like something is said in their heads and when they act on it – they find out the fact was true. So many examples – I could not write them all on here – it would make a book. I always felt the gift too. Sometimes I would dream something and the next day think it was real and when I realized it wasn’t – it was just a dream – I would shrug my shoulders and think – well, it WILL be true soon….  Knowing it would be. Could be little things like getting a phone call or a note or an assignment or whatever.

When I was 23 I joined a church that was very controlling and I really got spiritually lost. I really second guessed so many things in my heart – I got in lots of trouble for being in sin but not being told what sin I was in at the end which made me leave (I had prayed for a sign or whether to leave or stay and that was just nuts so I got my answer) – I was told who to date and in sin if I liked someone who was not approved for me. It was a mess but the Bible classes I taught and groups I led (mostly the teen ministry) were based off some really sound moral character and wonderful principles. I stuck around far too long but after I left, I was spiritually dead. Seriously, it has taken 10 years to start opening (peeking) open with one eye on my spiritual self.  And as I am, the Knowing things are creeping back in.

Here is an example of so many that I know of my mom and her Knowing: I was dating a boy when I was a senior in High School. I broke up with him and he came to my house. It was the afternoon and sometimes I was not home and sometimes I was so my not answering the phone does not mean anything. I was into a lot of things. Dave started to chase me around my house because he was very angry that I broke up with him and I knew he was going to hurt me and take advantage of me. The phone rang. My mother worked 30 – 40 miles away. This was my mom calling. 20 Minutes later she showed up and broke up the problem moments before I was about to get beaten up and whatever else. She said she KNEW I was there and in trouble. Surely mothers intuition. She had so many of these. But one reason my dad said he left her was he was sick of her knowing everything all the time – and she could read his thoughts.

When I was in college, a boy I really liked would think things and I could HEAR them in my head.  He was not knowing this – only I knew this. He would drive by and think “There is Lara, I need to stop and give her a ride – but I cant – what if she refused?” – and later he would tell me he thought that and I knew the exact words. He would see me at a dance and I could hear his thoughts so clearly. He did not know – he was not transmitting them to me – they just were in my head. Almost every time we were around each other, I got this from him. He did not hear my thoughts but he was crazy for me from the day he introduced himself to me and he could not explain why. He was dating some other girl who he ended up marrying – that was a long weird story – and I ended up going off to Europe and then Los Angeles and chasing crazy dreams but I will never forget him.

The summer after he graduated, I worked at a camp (he basically got me into the job) and I had dreams that we would finally be getting together – it was like – I RAN when any man suggested marriage. I was one of those girls – but with him – I thought it was kindred spirit. But I got back at the end of summer and heard he was married. What? There are a lot of stories with him that year but he was not there much – as he had graduated and moved. Weird connections and stories. But the following summer I found out from the log book he had called and called and called the previous summer and the camp leader had purposely not given me the messages. His mother had died and his ex-girlfriend was there and he was weak etc. etc.  I KNEW he could be great in life but now I knew he would not be. Is that egotistical? I feel like we were a couple in another life and we probably will be in another life. I am a Christian and how can I think that way? It is very confusing.

But another Knowing thing is I dreamed MJ died.  I woke up and went a week thinking he had died and I asked – why are people not going insane right now with Michael Jackson dieing? And I was told he was not dead. And I realized then that he was going to die soon. My dream was not about him – it was an aside thing – and I love his music and watching him dance but he wasn’t my idol or anything. When I heard someone say he died two weeks ago – I thought immediately – yep – knew that was coming. As if most of us could not have predicted it… surely, but I am telling you it was that deep Knowing thing.  It is like – when a thought comes in my head that is this ‘knowing’ thing – it feels different. When it comes, I KNOW that whatever it is – is real.  Too bad I do not get lotto numbers. I can feel it in a different part of my spirit or soul or something.

My story is not a ghost story but it is like a series of ESP stories or something.  I know I have fallen into that odd sleep but awake thing. I know I have felt ghosts among me and against me – and I see them flit and flash here and there and be gone. I know I have had somewhat out of body experiences. So many times I should have died and didn’t. I keep wondering why. I do not buy into the thing that the ghosts are demons. Are they? I think there is a passage after death we all just do not understand – yet.

When my mother died last November (hers was because of excessive smoking and drinking and being emotional and stressed out…) I was sure she would come to me as a ghost and tell me what it is like. I thought if anyone could, she would. But nothing. I was so sad. I lost some faith in this. Then when we took her to be buried – as we drove to the church, it was gorgeous – not a cloud in the sky. I said – “it feels like we should have a rainbow – it is a rainbow time right now… but that would be impossible… ” During the service (my uncle conducted it at a gorgeous church in the middle of the Ok fields of cattle – a church built and developed by my mom’s side of the family since the land rush). My daughter, who is 5, lamented and cried and I felt a chill start. We opened the front of the church and there was a wild storm outside. I mean, if a tornado touched down and clumps of hail hit us right then, I would not have been surprised. It was so windy, we held on to each other to get to the cemetery. It was heavy with humidity and high straight moving winds but they would whip back and forth too. We got to the hole and dropped my mom in – my daughter dropped in flowers and pictures – my uncle said a prayer. A dove was screaming and flying back and forth above us. Then right when he said Amen, it started to rain. We ran for the church and 30 minutes later we came out – and there was a gorgeous massive rainbow stretching over the cemetery.

Written by Lara, Copyright 2009 TrueGhostTales.com