Thursday, November 7, 2024

PRELUDE TO GHOSTS

  



Do you believe in ghosts?

There seems to be two distinct camps divided on the subject - -  those people who never had a paranormal experience are likely to be skeptics or disbelievers. Those who have encountered some semblance of other-worldly entities are most often positively convinced that ghosts existence.

The subject of ghostly hauntings is murky, tricky, and tainted. Many incidents are founded on little more than hearsay, rumor, legend, exaggeration,  over-active imaginations, and fabrications.

I would have most likely been among the skeptics if I hadn't had several very real experiences. I can't confirm the existence of generic ghosts, but I very definitely believe in evil spirits, demons, and other entities of ill-intent.

The true story that I want to tell is about a haunted "magic" eight ball that I had as a child. The horrifying things connected with it were witnessed by both of my parents - who instantly became staunch believers of the supernatural. Since it's a long story, I'm going to save it for my next blog post.
(I initially posted it several ago, but feel that it's time to rehash it again)

How to enter the portal of paranormal activity? I can only provide an answer from personal experience - -

Intense concentration.

If you purposely clear your mind of all clutter and concentrate solely on the deepest realms of darkness, evil will eventually accept the invitation.

I absolutely do not condone this unholy indulgence, and strongly caution that this practice will inevitably yield dangerously negative results.

I am certainly no expert on this subject. I'm only relying on experiences of people that I've known, my own experiences, and pure common sense.

Demons and evil spirits are extremely clever and can dupe the uninitiated into destructive realms.

I believe that intense concentration was the beginning of the haunted eight ball ordeal - but I'll save that for another post.

Right now, I'm remembering an incident in my wayward youth in Southern California. It's not ghostly, but definitely weird.

There was a (brief) time when I was a quasi - hippie with Maharishi intent. I wore clothes and sandals from India and made (half-hearted) attempts to adopt East Indian culture.

Eventually I delved into transcendental meditation. I read several books about the subject and began practicing the methods.

The main prerequisite to this meditation was to completely clear the mind and concentrate intensely on one mental visual - - such as a single rose suspended in a black void. While concentrating on a phantom image, mentally reciting a mantra is employed.

This unconventional ritual supposedly generates relaxation and keen sense of perception.

It is virtually an impossibility to have a blank mind, but I faithfully practiced this meditative anomaly every night. Completely alone in a darkened room.

I did this for about a week, with no positive results.

I tried to increase my power of concentration and erase any thoughts from my mind.

One night, while in deep abstract meditation, a strange (uninvited) power came over my entire body and I was paralyzed. I couldn't move, and it was as if a dark overpowering force was taking over my mind and body.

I suddenly shouted "Satan, leave me!" I jumped up, turned a light on, and never meditated again.

Demons? Over-active imagination? Whatever. The energy was definitely negative.

At that time in my life a guru advised me to give up my worldly possessions and abstain from sex.

I had few worldly possessions.

I abstained from sex for about two hours.


I've had several ghostly encounters in a cemetery when I lived in the Missouri Ozarks.

An old Polaroid photo that I took at Maple Park Cemetery. The grave of a woman named Melissa who died at age 24 in the 1880s. There were always fresh flowers on her grave.

I was very familiar with the Maple Park Cemetery in Springfield, MO, and that's where several creepy incidents occurred. The oldest graves are located at the front of the cemetery and the newer ones are way in the back. 

In the brisk autumn weather, I was completely mesmerized by this cemetery. It was filled with gorgeous old trees that turned stunning colors in October.
Having been raised in seasonless Southern California, I was amazed at how a real seasonal autumn could be. I would spend countless hours trekking through the cemetery, collecting autumn leaves and savoring the intoxicating atmosphere.

There are several graves of Civil War soldiers located near some ancient trees. Sitting nearby during an autumnal twilight, I distinctly heard mournful moaning voices seemingly coming from the low-hanging tree branches above the graves. The moans were tainted with the cold, desperate, other-worldly sound of dying.

It wasn't my imagination. And the cemetery was deserted.

I said aloud "you're safe now - rest in eternal peace."

The moans eventually dwindled, then stopped. For some strange reason I wasn't really frightened by the incident. I was more fascinated.

The old gazebo at Maple Park Cemetery.

 The creepiest thing at the cemetery happened to me one dreary October afternoon on the day before Halloween. It was a very dark, chilly, damp  day. I was wandering aimlessly around - gathering autumn leaves and savoring the sinister misty atmosphere.

I eventually wound up in the far side of the cemetery, where the newer graves are. Seemingly out of nowhere, I discovered the grave of a young man who was born on my birthday - December 13th. The same year. He was 26 when he died.

As I was reading the headstone inscription I felt an icy chill and got an incredibly strange feeling as if I was not alone. I looked to my left and saw a very tall, murky dark thing next to me. It wasn't a person. It was more like an ominous cloudy shroud.
This wasn't my fanciful imagination.
It was really there.

I instinctively ran through the graveyard back to my car and took off as fast as I could.

I never went back to that part of the cemetery. In retrospect - many years later - I regret not returning and taking a photo of the grave.

I have much more to say, but this post is getting too long. 

I'm debating whether I should rehash my post about the haunted eight ball. It's my worst haunted experience.

I don't want to be boring.

Wait a minute - - - me boring??

Completely impossible!

Jon


22 comments:

  1. OK....now we're talking! Right up my alley. I've had several experiences over the years. The one that stands out I posted over on Kim's blog about when I worked in an old psychiatric hospital. What better place! And....it was on the evening shift! Your graveyard experience was truly creepy. About 2 years ago I was doing my afternoon walk at Standing Rock Cemetery in Kent, Ohio. You can google Standing Rock Cemetery. I walk there often as it's very peaceful and lots of shade. I was with someone at the time. I just happened to look over and saw a man (?) walking among the headstones. The only thing was....I only saw him from the waist down. No top part of the body evident! He was wearing brown pants. I looked away and then back and he was gone. I never said anything to my walking partner as I didn't want to come off as unhinged. Never saw anything like that again. I still walk there and remain a little hypervigilant...just in case! Your experience at that cemetery was really creepy. I wonder if they've ever done any paranormal investigations at Spahn Ranch (?) which was Charles Manson's hang out.
    Plenty of evil goings-on went on there. I remember you mentioning you were there. Any creepy vibes? Happy Haunting!
    Paranormal John

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    1. Wow, an old psychiatric hospital in the middle of the night must be extremely unnerving. I remember you mentioning a horrifying incident there.
      Old cemeteries seem to have lots of paranormal activity. Seeing a half man apparitian is really startling. I will Google Standing Rock Cemetery (I like the name).
      I've been to the remnants of Spahn Ranch, which was mostly burned down by then. I didn't get any weird vibes.....but who knows? It's probably more rewarding to go at night.

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  2. Yes....please rehash the story about the eight ball!
    PJ

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  3. "...but I very definitely believe in evil spirits, demons, and other entities of ill-intent."

    Me too.

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  4. Great post, Jon! As you already know, I am in the "Believers" camp!!!

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    1. I was intrigued by your chilling Halloween story. Once we experience these things, we'll always be believers.

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  5. I believe in things beyond this realm we live in, yes. I do not invite in the darkness. If you believe in goodness, it follows you must believe in evil. This world is composed of opposites. We make our choices. People who are unaware they do actually have that power to make a choice can be sucked in more easily. You obviously have always known you have a choice...and made it. :)

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    1. This world is indeed filled with opposites and we do make our own choices. I've done countless foolish and dangerous things in my life - - but I always fully believe in the power of goodness

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  6. I have always been pretty neutral on belief in ghosts. However, back in the early 1990’s I moved into a house over 100 years old. It was originally a schoolhouse, later owned by the Catholic Church (but not used as a church) and later converted to a home. There were intersecting halls near the back with one of them having a door that led to an enclosed porch. It was common when walking past the porch door you could see in peripheral vision the image of a young girl about 12 years old looking in thru the door window. But when your head turned to look, she was gone. This happened for many years. The house flooded very badly in hurricane Katrina and we moved out for about 18 months for renovation. When we moved back in, I never saw her again. Real or imagination?

    There were other occurrences of things in this house, but not scary or ominous.

    I have a connection to the Missouri Ozarks. My dad was born there in 1907. His mother and her 10 children lived there in a tent for a while. Homeless.

    I would like to hear your Magic 8 Ball experience.

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    1. Thank you for sharing your interesting experiences. It's ironically weird that the image was of a young girl - - since the house used to be a schoolhouse. And it's really strange that it disappeared after the (long) renovation. I think it was real, rather than imagination.
      I was raised in California and lived there for 30 years. I later lived in the Missouri Ozarks - - near Springfield, about two miles from Wilsons Creek. I really liked the Ozarks - - a fascinating place.

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  7. thecontemplativecat here. Wow. I appreciated every word you wrote here. My experiences with the supernatural is quite different, but equally evil beings. You had some life changing events. I don't talk about it much, but I saw some really creepy things.

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    1. I was always hesitant to talk about my supernatural experiences, fearing that people would think I'm either lying or crazy. These things are very real - - and I'm sure you agree, since you've had creepy experiences of your own.

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  8. I'd like to hear about the haunted 8-ball, please.
    I grew up in a haunted house, so I'm on the side of believer.

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    1. I'll bet you have some hair-raising stories to tell after growing up in a haunted house.
      My next post will be about the haunted 8 ball.

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  9. I don't DIS-believe, but neither am I anxious to court the supernatural. Evil is walking freely, and no-one seems to notice.

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    1. You're very wise to keep away from supernatural temptations.
      Evil is definitely rampant, but it is often deceptively hiding in unexpected places.

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  10. Jon I really enjoyed this post, the same as I do all your posts, but with the things going on in my world right now I needed this one. For some reason it took my mind away from my worries and problems and for that I say thank you! Take care Jon- hugs. Louise

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    1. Louise, I'm so very sorry to know that you're going through difficult times. It can be completely draining - - mentally and physically. You're in my thoughts and prayers. Hugs.

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  11. Had skeptical relatives who were no longer after having a ghost/spirit share their apartment back in the 1970s in Orange County CA. It appeared as a moving shadow on the wall of the stairway from the living room to the bedrooms upstairs. As it appeared, there would be a coldness in the air, and on certain nights they would be awoken by footsteps climbing the stairs only to find nothing there. After all this my relatives came to believe such things exist.
    -Rj

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