Psychics Mediums etc

I would love to hear more of your stories mummysliter fun mail me and tell me please :)

Nope I don’t believe in people able to talk to the dead and stuff. but I don’t think you are crazy or weird. I would love to have what you have, because I’ve just never had any proof to question my own religion.

I understand- I come from a very spiritual family, I myself have had premonitions before and most of my family have spoken with the dead.

I have so many stories but here are a few;

-My dad found a doll one day, covered I blood- he asked around and even asked people at the slaughterhouse and they said I was blood. He had it for 3 days and showed 3 people in the time as he thought it was so extraordinary. They all had sleepless nights and horrible nightmares for 3 nights. He finally wrapped it up in a blanket and buried it in the garden. Everything turned back to normal. Now I know many people will say there is “a logical explanation” but there really isn’t- not with this one.

-My dad was rescued from a fire by what he thought was our dog biting him and warning him of the fire. In the morning after the fire was gone he found footsteps coming out of the fire. My granny said it must have been my dad’s brother- he had saved him. Once again- the footsteps were there until we got a new carpet. A logical explanation? I don’t think so.

:) well my family is religious, but now beleive my experiences. I had to prove it to them by making the little dead girl turn the lights on and the motor on to moms car also… ir goes on. She appeared to all my enemies. I didnt tell her to do that but she did. She also warns me and protects me from harm… she warned me of a car accident we were gonna get into before it happened, and dad didnt believe… We ended up getting in a car accident on the freeway and I had no scratches on me or anything but my dad got hurt…mom was also proteceted. The truck was crushed… It was scary but we all survived. I have more stories to tell. heehee (evil laugh)

I believe that everything is influenced by the spiritual world around us, and anything people see paranormal is influence by either angles or demons. I don’t believe in ghost, I believe that people see things that they think are ghost; but are actually divine or demonic influence. … This is the story one of the paranormal experiences I’ve had and definitely the most prominent one.

I was seven years old. I had just stayed the weekend at a friend’s house who had introduced me to some movies that I SHOULD NOT have seen at the age I was. When I got home Sunday night I found out that my brother had went to my grandparents house after church and was staying the night there. My mom had been going to this church for about two or three years, and had just recently come through a hard divorce. We were living in a trailer. ; it wasn’t so bad the trailer was only a little bug infested, it was the year of the ladybug. I was sitting on the floor playing Godzilla Vs. Goldberg (I was only ten or so, don’t judge me). But anyway I was playing with my toys on my bed and I felt something. At first I couldn’t place it but I didn’t like it. I thought it might have just been the movie getting to me. I just tried to ignore it like it was just my imagination; even at ten I knew how my imagination could make things up, so I just kept playing. It got to the point where I felt something behind me. Now I thought that if I just kept playing with my toys everything would be all right. I started shaking and my hands were sweating I could feel something staring at me and I was scared. I slowly turned around to see a this being creeping around my door. I was frozen with fright I wanted to scream for my mom but I couldn’t… I couldn’t say anything. This thing was horrendous, it had a long grotesque scaly neck and a distorted mans face painted in red and black with hair dangling down over the eyes and face (it took the form of a combination of things that were scary to me at the time). It looked at me and smirked at the look of shock and horror on my face. It saw that I was looking down the hall towards my mom’s room. It looked down the hall then grinned back at me and ducked his head into the bathroom. It was like he was daring me to try to get to her.

I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to go to get my mom but the monster would see me. I wanted to call out to her but I didn’t want the monster to hear me. I tried to get out my windows but I couldn’t they were, locked. I wanted to get out of sight before that thing came back. I quickly climbed under the desk in the other side of my room and pulled the chare up to me and closed my eyes.

After about ten seconds I heard my mom calling me. At that moment I felt the feeling of dread intensify. I couldn’t even tell her where I was. I saw her walk into the room and walk back out. Again I heard her call my name again as she opened the front door and went to look outside. She was frantic when she came back in. Looking everywhere and screaming my name trying to find me. When she came back into the room I wanted to tell her where I was but that horror griped me again but this time I didn’t let it stop me. I slowly moved the chair so I could get out and she saw me. She then asked very specifically “Why were you under there?” I told her that I was scared. Then she asked me why I was scared. I didn’t want to tell her I thought she wouldn’t believe me. She leaned down and said “Bryan, I don’t know what just happened but whatever you tell me I will believe you”. I then cried as I told her what I saw, when I was finished she told me that the reason she said that no matter what I told her she would believe me was because she had felt it too.

She had felt the sprit of fear, a demon. She said that she was sitting working on her computer and she got the feeling of being scared, the kind of feeling when something bad has happened. She thought that when I was not in my room or the house that I was kidnapped or had walked off, but that s not what it was and she knew that now. She told me that the right thing to do was to pray. She explained that when you pray and use oil as anointing oil it will help by kind of making a barrier that cant be crossed by demon unless the had an excuse or permission for being there (which there wasn’t). Exodus 12:13 “13And the blood shall be to you for a token upon the houses where ye are: and when I see the blood, I will pass over you, and the plague shall not be upon you to destroy you, when I smite the land of Egypt.” … that passage was actually talking about the spirit of death unleashed on Egypt because the king would not let the Hebrews out of slavery when Moses. The oil can work in the same way if used correctly. We took the olive oil prayed over it and then put a little over every door and window. We prayed for a hedge of protection about our home, prayed that any evil sprit would be bound and cast out, and prayed that God would send his protective angels to keep us safe. We worked our way from the front of the trailer where the kitchen and living room was. To the back past my mom’s bedroom towards the bathroom and my room we saved the bathroom for last. When we walked into the bathroom I felt the fear that had subsided flare up again. My mom could see this and she bent down and told me that she wanted me to tell it to leave. She said that I needed to know how to do it if she wasn’t around. So I shyly said “demon leave” my mom asked me if I would leave if somebody asked me to leave like that. I tried it again only louder. She reminded me that this was the thing that made me so scared and wanted me not to tell her about it. This time I screamed “Demon leave!” she said “now say it in Jesus name”. I screamed with all of my voice “IN JESUS NAME DEMON GET OUT!!!”. And we ripped the shower certain back. All of a sudden I felt a calm sort of peace come over me, I could almost feel it like a small breeze it was so sudden. My mom leaned down and asked me if I felt better I told her I did. Then we prayed, we prayed that we would be safe tomorrow and that God would keep his hand on us to keep us safe… and he did.

“-My dad found a doll one day, covered I blood- he asked around and even asked people at the slaughterhouse and they said I was blood. He had it for 3 days and showed 3 people in the time as he thought it was so extraordinary. They all had sleepless nights and horrible nightmares for 3 nights. He finally wrapped it up in a blanket and buried it in the garden. Everything turned back to normal. Now I know many people will say there is “a logical explanation” but there really isn’t- not with this one.”

How WOULDN’T seeing a bloodied up doll give you nightmares? It’s those kind of things that dig into your sub-conscience. So yes, there’s an explanation.

Isn’t there some kind of college or institution out there that’s paying some large lump-sum amount of cash to find ANY REAL Psychics? And I don’t believe anyone’s successfully done it…weird…

Yes but why would the doll be bloody in the first place? Did you not wonder why it had blood on it? Pieces of pottery bleeding? You have little faith and that is NOT an explanation as to why it had blood on it in the first place.

You will never understand until you have been through spiritual experiences as we have. You say it’s crazy but you’ve never experienced it.

There are plenty of real psychics out there, my mum visited one in particular that new many things that even my mums friends did not know. The things she said nobody could have known. She has the gift as to many people.

I don’t really have psychic experiences exactly, but if I’m in a place where something bad’s happened - forests burned down, murders, etc - then I sort of pick up on it and my mind almost runs me back through what happened. Like I almost see myself in the place when the thing was happening and I can feel the fear of the things around me, etc. I also have out of body experiences where I can see myself like I am looking down on myself from above, like I’m floating above my body. Does anyone else have things like that?

“Yes but why would the doll be bloody in the first place? Did you not wonder why it had blood on it? Pieces of pottery bleeding? You have little faith and that is NOT an explanation as to why it had blood on it in the first place.”

Perhaps from the slaughterhouse? Perhaps from an animal, or even a person? Perhaps it wasn’t blood, but merely looked enough like it for slaughterhouse workers to be fooled? Any of these are better explanations than any sort of supernatural ‘explanation’.