Cool! I think it was a combination of spirit and psychic phenomenon. My mother is a psychic medium but I have never experienced anything as vivid as you. I am a little envious as I believe in all this stuff and yet I have not had the experience that you did.

I did however see the ghost of my dead aunt when I was about ten years old sitting in a rocking chair in my bedroom. I went to get up to go the bathroom late one night and there she was. She turned to me and put her finger to her lips making the gesture to be quiet. My brother, who was less than a year old, was asleep in the crib in my room that I shared with him.

Needless to say, at that age I jumped under my covers and hid for few minutes. Then I peeked out and when I saw that she was not there, I ran out of my room and down the hall to my parent's room.

I told my mom what happened and she assured me that what I saw was real but Tusa (Romanian for Aunt) Vickie would never hurt me and that she was just watching over my brother, like a guardian angel!

I returned to my room and went back to bed. Ever since then I have believed in spirits/ghosts and that anything is possible!

"I did however see the ghost of my dead aunt when I was about ten years old sitting in a rocking chair in my bedroom. I went to get up to go the bathroom late one night and there she was. She turned to me and put her finger to her lips making the gesture to be quiet. My brother, who was less than a year old, was asleep in the crib in my room that I shared with him."

Wow, now that's a really great story.. your grandmother came to visit you and your baby brother!... really cool, and your mother was equally as wonderful.

"I think it was a combination of spirit and psychic phenomenon."

I'm not sure I agree, but I'm not disagreeing either. I've given the episode a lot of thought these past years, and I still don't know exactly what to think.

Hearing myself singing across the room was purely incredible, for more than one reason... who or what was the voice? It was definitely mine, but I can hardly carry a tune. The voice sang far better than I do.

The other voices that talked to me, among other things, cracked incredibly humorous jokes, nearly had me rolling on the floor, wish I'd written them down.

One of the speakers seemed quite familiar, like a close friend I hadn't heard from in a long time.

Several times I thought of setting up my tape recorder but I knew I was hallucinating, decided it was all in my head. So often I've wish I had.

I don't know which night it was that NASA contacted me - gave me the impression that I was either going to die that night, or they were going to come for me, or beam me up to the "Mother Ship".

I don't know what happened to time. My grandfather clock started striking erratically... 1 oclock, 10 oclock, 5 oclock, 7 oclock, 2 oclock, so I don't know what time it was, but I do know it was really late, suddenly there was a knock on my door...

I thought for sure it was "them", coming to get me - wow, what a shock!... unfortunately, it was the girl next door looking for her cat. Never made sense she was out running around so late., and my lights were all off... why did she even knock?

Hey, I got so into NASA, I joined SETI, and downloaded hours of ET tracking data.

I do know I induced a schizophrenic psychosis in my self, but there's no doubt in my mind, some really strange things really did happen.

I'd very much like to do it again, but it was difficult to come back, and stressed my body, and I wouldn't do it alone again.

As far as spirit involvement, I don't know what to think. When my alarm clock went off at 4 in the morning, and the vase winked at me, I started getting scared, alone in the dark eerie night.

Once I bot a mombo doll at TJ Max. A black woman in the store stopped me, touched my arm and said - "You should be careful what you bring into your house"... so I started looking around at all my other stuff.

Someone had given me a real ugly toy metal dog - when I picked it up it seemed to absolutely reek "evil". I checked out every thing, tossed the dog and the vase, decided others were okay.

That was an experience itself, looking deeply into the nature of a man-made object. It was as if I could see into its "being".

When I got back in the house, after throwing them into the garbage, there was dog manure tracked through the living room, into the kitchen...

That really spooked me, I'd left the door open when I went out, but there wasn't an animal in site.

Curiously it had no smell. I kept some, might decide to find out some day what it really is... canine or astral.

Anyway, I think if I hadn't shaken my fear, things could have gotten really wild, but I'd absolutely love to do it again - definitely turn on my recorder next time.

I do believe I saw another world that exists below our normal sense of perception. I know for a fact the iron latch flew across the room.

Could have been my own psychic energy that propelled it, or possibly another's, but I'm fairly certain, it wasn't my poop on the floor... and why didn't it smell? That's always seemed very mysterious.

Incognito, it sounds to me like you had a genuine psychic phenomenon happen to you, brought about by serious sleep deprivation. As you mentioned, the lack of sleep and food can actually facilitate these types of experiences.

In some Native Indian traditions, vision quests include fasting and sleep deprivation, as these two things have the ability to part the psychic veils which may otherwise be closed. The mind just opens up to "whatever" and visions (some might call them hallucinations) occur.

In the case of the physical manifestation, though, I'd say that what you experienced may have been some kind of poltergeist or other negative energy. That kind of violence is usually the result of such things, so if you're still experiencing it, you might want to find a reputable medium to help you get rid of the problem...

Hi Holly,

Your comments strike a deep cord in me, a place of understanding, slightly beyond my reach, but overall, I think I can see what the deal is.

If I did experience poltergeist activity, I think my psychic energy drew it, I allowed, or enabled it to put on a show. I know for a fact though, when I got scared, started laughing at what was going on, was the best thing I could have done... my laughter banished whatever it was, and I've never seen 'em since.

Seems highly likely to me, people who suffer "spirit invasion" either draw it to them, or allow it to have its way. Their fear only makes the forces stronger - feeds them - laughter banishes them.

"In some Native Indian traditions, vision quests include fasting and sleep deprivation, as these two things have the ability to part the psychic veils which may otherwise be closed. The mind just opens up to "whatever" and visions (some might call them hallucinations) occur."

No doubt there are those who've learned to "harness" these energies, come "in tune" with them, and use them.

One of the most amazing experiences I ever had was a healing I got from a shaman at a Pagan festival in up state New York. I was having coffee when the most beautiful man I've ever seen walked up behind me, put his arms around me, and squeezed my diaphragm - it really hurt! He told me my "solar energy" was blocked. I thought it was more probably my gallbladder.. but oh well.

He was a friend of the women I was coffeeing with. They started talking, I learned he did healings. By the time I got my breath back, I was very anxious for him to give me a treatment - I had no idea what I was in for...

That day was simply beautiful, a blustery wind blowing white puffy clouds around in a bluer beyond blue liquid sky. As I stepped into his tent my interest was heightened by his wonderful array of shamanistic sort of things, and magnificent odors of rare incense, dried flowers and grasses.

I laid on the table in the center of the room, he began massaging my diaphragm and emitting an "unearthly" sound, or vibration - a low growling, but not really growling. I dont know how else to describe, it was beyond description.

His growling grew louder and stronger until it permeated the entire room, the tent itself seemed to come alive, amplify, echo, accumulate and intensify, reverberate the sound... to a magnitude that was almost defining.

At one point, I'd say, at the peak of it all, the shaman pressed down hard on my mid section, then suddenly he released, threw his arms in the air... at the same time I let out a big oomph!... at the exact same moment, the roof of the tent blew off. I was VERY impressed.

That night at the bonfire, I felt the drumming resonate in my solar plexus, for the first time. Previously I had only heard the drums.

These drummers were amazing also, smoke from the fire drew to them, clung to their bodies, most particularly the littlest drummer, a 12 year old boy... each night the smoke came to him, wrapped around him, almost lovingly, like soft fluffy cloke.

Wow, Incognito, what an amazing experience! Thankyou so much for sharing it! I've had some pretty amazing experiences myself, but nothing like what you've described to me...

With regard to the poltergeist activity - which may be what happened to you - the causes of these kinds of manifestations of negative energies usually source at the person being harassed or attacked. I say "usually" because there are some cases where it's not the victim's doing at all. I've had a lifetime of various experiences with spirits and ghosts of both the good and bad kind, Incognito; that may be why you feel like I understand. I do understand...

The drummers... oh man... Isn't that THE most powerful thing you've ever experienced in your life? The first time I ever experienced that was a few years ago, when my husband and I attended a Drumming for World Peace gathering in a small town we visited while we were on holidays. You could literally feel the air vibrating in rhythm with the drummers; it was positively electric - in fact, we even saw lightning overhead. I can't even describe how I felt that night - all I can say is that it was THE most incredible, life-altering experience I've ever had in my life, and I'll never forget it as long as I live...

"I'll never forget it as long as I live."

Ain't that a fact! Did you hear the drums talk? That's VERY woooo woooo.

"I can't even describe how I felt that night."

Certainly understand what you're saying... 'magical' most closely describes it to me, electric is the perfect word.

At the Pagan festival, each day a huge bonfire was built, with firework inside, set to go off in intervals of orgasmic blasts... shooting flames and sparks hundreds of feet in the sky. Often it lightening overhead at the same time.

Each night there was a laser light display, same theme. All night every night, people danced around the fire, to the hypnotic beat of the drums... naked and not.

The fire builder was the most specular sight... epic hero type, right out of a Cecil B. DeMill Hollywood movie extravaganza...

"- the causes of these kinds of manifestations of negative energies usually source at the person being harassed or attacked."

This is what interests me most avidly, and the main reason I would repeat either experience - to study more closely these energies.

At the festival is was difficult to sleep... cold, rainy nights... blistering hot days, didn't eat much then either.

One evening I was watching some dancers, a guy, resembling a wolf, hair all over his face, hands and arms... suddenly he grabbed me, his hands were burning hot, he shoved his crotch into mine, howled like a wolf, then walked off.

Talk about electrifying! It was like being hugged by an electric fence, but not painful, and not really sexual! I stood there stunned for some time.

As the week progressed, people's glances became electrifying, almost trance inducing... looked directly into my eyes, nearly knock me off my feet.

I've been very interested in this subject... the body electric for a long time.

"I've had a lifetime of various experiences with spirits and ghosts of both the good and bad kind"

I'd like hearing about them, very much.

Sandi

Hi Sandi. :-) I can relate to that feeling, although I will admit that it wasn't quite the same as what you experienced. It was still pretty awesome, though, that's for sure! :-)

You said you'd like to hear about my experiences... Well, I guess I'd have to start with one that haunts me to this day. It involves the Board (I can't speak the proper name; it seems to cause me a great deal of trouble if I do), and my ignorant belief that it was "just a piece of wood"...

(I'm already having trouble getting the words out...)

I was about 12 years old. It was summertime, before school was let out, and I was spending the weekend at my friend Ella's house. She and her mother had this particular object, and they wanted to bring it out. I was afraid, but they just laughed at me and told me not to be stupid.

The lights were turned down very low... The object was brought out... Almost before we even had our fingers on the planchette, it began to move. The lights flickered a couple of times, and went out; Ella's mom got a couple of candles going. I began to shake with fear; I KNEW it was a very bad thing we were doing, but they wouldn't listen to me...

It's difficult for me to talk about what happened, even now, after nearly 35 years. But I know I have to, if only to warn people that this object is NOT a game, and it DOES hurt people...

Without going into details, the night was one of the most terrifying nights I've ever experienced. Drawers came flying out of the dresser, the closet door opened and banged shut, the bedroom door locked itself so we couldn't get out... All the while, I saw huge, dark shadows spinning around us, as if enveloping us in some kind of weird tube. To try to describe them, they were kind of like the demons in the Harry Potter books - the ones that steal the souls and fly around... You know what I'm talking about?

Anyway, they were like that, only they didn't scream or anything. They just kept spinning around us, as if they were preventing us from escape, or something. In the meantime, things were flying around the bedroom at breakneck speeds, and all we could do was duck and hope we didn't get hit.

Daylight couldn't come fast enough for us. When it finally did, everything just stopped. The bedroom was a complete shambles, there were cracks in the window, and Ella's dog, which had also been trapped in the room with us - and apparently, taken over for awhile - finally returned to his normal self and crawled under the bed, which had been moved several feet out of place.

To this day, I am still haunted not only by the memories of the things I saw, but also, on occasion, by negative energies coming to try to wreak havoc in my life again. I have learned a lot since those early years, and I know how to protect myself, but still, when they come, it's always a frightening experience...