News Picture of a ghost? - Page 12

BIG_DADDY · 05-28-2008, 12:04 PM

http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage...cle1216051.ece

Stewie · 05-29-2008, 02:53 PM

I think I'm going to cry...

Hammock Parties · 05-29-2008, 03:02 PM

Ghosts, demons and the devil are 100 percent bullshit. I know, because on multiple times I've made silent requests to commune with the devil so that I might sell my soul for a variety of favors in return. He never answers. Not even a goddamn sign. I think about this shit all the time when it's dark and shit never appears. If I'm alone in the house and in the shower, my thoughts instantly turn to OMG WHAT IF A SPOOKY SPOOKY IS BEHIND THE CURTAIN AND SURPRISES ME?

NOTHING EVER ****ING HAPPENS.

One time I laid belly up on a high school football field in the pitch black dead of night. I looked up at the stars and tried to send my thoughts into space so that psychic aliens might come down and take me away. No aliens came. Satan didn't take advantage of the opportunity to corrupt me. My high school ghost didn't come out to anally probe me.

Either all this occult/paranormal bullshit is laughing at me behind my back or it doesn't exist. Because I've tried to invite it all into my life hundreds of times - short of Ouija boards - and NOTHING EVER HAPPENS.

If you believe in ghosts, demons, the devil or any of that ****ing bullshit you're a goddamn moron.

Stewie · 05-29-2008, 03:09 PM

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Originally Posted by Claythan

Ghosts, demons and the devil are 100 percent bullshit. I know, because on multiple times I've made silent requests to commune with the devil so that I might sell my soul for a variety of favors in return. He never answers. Not even a goddamn sign. I think about this shit all the time when it's dark and shit never appears. If I'm alone in the house and in the shower, my thoughts instantly turn to OMG WHAT IF A SPOOKY SPOOKY IS BEHIND THE CURTAIN AND SURPRISES ME?

NOTHING EVER ****ING HAPPENS.

One time I laid belly up on a high school football field in the pitch black dead of night. I looked up at the stars and tried to send my thoughts into space so that psychic aliens might come down and take me away. No aliens came. Satan didn't take advantage of the opportunity to corrupt me. My high school ghost didn't come out to anally probe me.

Either all this occult/paranormal bullshit is laughing at me behind my back or it doesn't exist. Because I've tried to invite it all into my life hundreds of times - short of Ouija boards - and NOTHING EVER HAPPENS.

If you believe in ghosts, demons, the devil or any of that ****ing bullshit you're a goddamn moron.

Losers aren't accepted by any man, woman, god, or devil.... EVER! You have to have a redeeming quality, otherwise they'll ignore you.... hence, your predicament.

**Rausch** · 05-29-2008, 03:10 PM

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Originally Posted by Claythan

Ghosts, demons and the devil are 100 percent bullshit. I know, because on multiple times I've made silent requests to commune with the devil so that I might sell my soul for a variety of favors in return. He never answers. Not even a goddamn sign.

Perhaps your soul isn't worth what you think it is.

I also think what's ignorant is claiming to KNOW what is after death or out in space. You don't. You can't.

You can have faith. You can believe or not believe. But not a single person knows...

Hammock Parties · 05-29-2008, 03:13 PM

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Originally Posted by Rausch

Perhaps your soul isn't worth what you think it is.

I also think what's ignorant is claiming to KNOW what is after death or out in space. You don't. You can't.

You can have faith. You can believe or not believe. But not a single person knows...

I stop short of aliens. The universe is too goddamn big.

But afterlife? BULL SHIT.

BucEyedPea · 05-29-2008, 03:14 PM

Well, I believe in ghosts. And Old English sites have 'em. I swear I encountered one in an old abby down by the Battle of Hastings took place. But there is one way that photo may not be one: If someone ran across that space it would photograph has a motion blur just like the photo.

**Rausch** · 05-29-2008, 03:18 PM

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Originally Posted by Claythan

I stop short of aliens. The universe is too goddamn big.

But afterlife? BULL SHIT.

If there is a God wouldn't he/she/it have to be an alien, by definition?...

Fish · 05-29-2008, 03:19 PM

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Originally Posted by petegz28

doesn't matter...energy is interacting with the light. Now you are trying to split hairs.

Light IS energy.....

SPATCH · 05-29-2008, 03:30 PM

i have read this forum every once in a while for a couple of years now but have never posted. found this subject appropriate for me to comment on, though.

so here we go... first post

let me start by saying that i never have, nor will i ever "believe" in ghosts..... but..... i experienced something five years ago that i could not explain and that absolutely shook me to my core.

some background info: the house i was living in was very old and very big. It was built around the turn of the century (typical. i know.). our family had been living there since i had been the the 4th grade.

one night, when i was fifteen years old (for you math guys, that makes me twenty now), i awoke to the creaking open of my bedroom door followed by six loud, cracking footsteps upon my bedroom floor (remember. the house is very old, and very noisy). At any rate, it was nothing out of the ordinary. I figured it was my younger brother (14 at the time) coming into my room to steal a clean pair of underwear (a fairly normal occurrence).

tired and not wanting to argue with him, i just laid there and waited to hear the customary footsteps out the door. however, there were no more footsteps. i sat up to see what he was doing.. and what i saw next was difficult for me.

a street lamp outside my bedroom window was illuminating the corner of my room, and i very clearly saw a man standing there with his back to me. he was wearing a hooded sweatshirt and a baseball cap forwards. it was not brother.

with his back to me still he moved toward a suede chair i had in the corner of my room and began to slowly rub the chair. my heart was beating uncontrollably. i laid back down on my bed, but kept my eyes fixed on him.

he stopped rubbing the chair and appeared to begin to undue his pants.

*** WARNING *** this is where things take a horrible turn. i will lose most of you here. but, i assure you, i am not making any of this up.

still with his back to me, his right elbow began to move back and forth in a motion that disturbed me right down to my bones. he appeared to be masturbating.

*you have to understand that i didn't think that this was a ghost*. it was a man in the corner of my room. and at this point, i was so horrified that i remember having to fight back tears. i was literally afraid for my life, believing this man to be some sort of sick son of a bitch that sneaks into houses in small towns (unlocked doors), masturbates, and then kills. i wanted to scream for help at the top of my lungs.

i have no idea how i got the balls to do this, but i began to move toward the other side of my bed (still watching his every move). conjuring up every bit of courage within me i leaped toward the light switch (not far from my bed) and turned it on , simultaneously yelling "who the **** are you?!". the light came on and there was no one there. i felt like i was on the edge of a nervous breakdown at this point and began running through the house, flipping every light on. my mom had to wake up and settle me down.

i slept in the living room for the rest of the night. the next morning, my mom said, and i quote, "i don't know if i should tell you this... but.. last night, about ten minutes before you woke me up, i could have swore i heard someone open the back door and walk upstairs." (my room was upstairs)

also, the suede chair. the spot where he was rubbing the night before was the only place on the chair where the suede was unsettled.

then, to top it all off, i find out that the guy that owned the house before us got killed in an ugly accident at his work. got caught up in some machinery. and my bedroom was where he and his wife slept.

i began researching lucid dreaming and sleep paralysis a year or two later. i was experiencing neither. i'm still not sure what happened.

annnnnnywho, i'm gonna go work on my avatar and stuff like that.

Frazod · 05-29-2008, 03:32 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Claythan

Ghosts, demons and the devil are 100 percent bullshit. I know, because on multiple times I've made silent requests to commune with the devil so that I might sell my soul for a variety of favors in return. He never answers. Not even a goddamn sign. I think about this shit all the time when it's dark and shit never appears. If I'm alone in the house and in the shower, my thoughts instantly turn to OMG WHAT IF A SPOOKY SPOOKY IS BEHIND THE CURTAIN AND SURPRISES ME?

NOTHING EVER ****ING HAPPENS.

One time I laid belly up on a high school football field in the pitch black dead of night. I looked up at the stars and tried to send my thoughts into space so that psychic aliens might come down and take me away. No aliens came. Satan didn't take advantage of the opportunity to corrupt me. My high school ghost didn't come out to anally probe me.

Either all this occult/paranormal bullshit is laughing at me behind my back or it doesn't exist. Because I've tried to invite it all into my life hundreds of times - short of Ouija boards - and NOTHING EVER HAPPENS.

If you believe in ghosts, demons, the devil or any of that ****ing bullshit you're a goddamn moron.

LESSOR DEMON: Gochiefs is trying sell his soul again.

DEVIL: Goddammit, I thought I told you to change the number!

Redrum_69 · 05-29-2008, 04:14 PM

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Originally Posted by Claythan

One time I laid belly up on a high school football field in the pitch black dead of night. I looked up at the stars and tried to send my thoughts into space so that psychic aliens might come down and take me away. No aliens came. Athan took advantage of the opportunity to corrupt me and anally probed me.

FYP

B_Ambuehl · 05-29-2008, 04:32 PM

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let me start by saying that i never have, nor will i ever "believe" in ghosts..... but..... i experienced something five years ago that i could not explain and that absolutely shook me to my core.

LOL To have an experience like that and you don't believe in ghosts eh?

People are as naivete about this topic as they are the American government.

For anyone who cares to understand more about this topic the lady who runs this website does an excellent job of putting all this spirit/ghost/psychic stuff into simple understandable terms:

http://www.erinpavlina.com

Basically ghosts are souls that are caught in between earth and heaven (or whatever you want to call heaven). EVERYBODY has some degree of ability to communicate with the afterlife and spirits etc (psychic ability) but most experience this in the form of strange occasional coincidences and intuition etc. and do not have their awareness devleoped to the extent that they can call upon it at their leisure. People that have out of body experiences like Big Daddy are more in touch with this side naturally. Things like meditation and spiritual development (not religious development) puts us more in touch with these things.

Ebolapox · 05-29-2008, 05:11 PM

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Originally Posted by BIG_DADDY

We can only hope those exist.

what, so they can go maul little baby ghosts? you're a sick, sick man!

**petegz28** · 05-29-2008, 10:30 PM

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Originally Posted by KC Fish

Light IS energy.....

Exactly...so energy is interacting with energy. Which is the entire point I am trying to get through your head that you just proved for me.

**petegz28** · 05-29-2008, 10:33 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Claythan

Ghosts, demons and the devil are 100 percent bullshit. I know, because on multiple times I've made silent requests to commune with the devil so that I might sell my soul for a variety of favors in return. He never answers. Not even a goddamn sign. I think about this shit all the time when it's dark and shit never appears. If I'm alone in the house and in the shower, my thoughts instantly turn to OMG WHAT IF A SPOOKY SPOOKY IS BEHIND THE CURTAIN AND SURPRISES ME?

NOTHING EVER ****ING HAPPENS.

One time I laid belly up on a high school football field in the pitch black dead of night. I looked up at the stars and tried to send my thoughts into space so that psychic aliens might come down and take me away. No aliens came. Satan didn't take advantage of the opportunity to corrupt me. My high school ghost didn't come out to anally probe me.

Either all this occult/paranormal bullshit is laughing at me behind my back or it doesn't exist. Because I've tried to invite it all into my life hundreds of times - short of Ouija boards - and NOTHING EVER HAPPENS.

If you believe in ghosts, demons, the devil or any of that ****ing bullshit you're a goddamn moron.

Maybe your superficial attitude towards it all has something to do with it? Your problem seems to be you think you know what you should see based on cartoons as opposed to letting what is there show itself.

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SPATCH birth of spatch Join Date: May 2008 Casino cash: $10006207	i have read this forum every once in a while for a couple of years now but have never posted. found this subject appropriate for me to comment on, though. so here we go... first post let me start by saying that i never have, nor will i ever "believe" in ghosts..... but..... i experienced something five years ago that i could not explain and that absolutely shook me to my core. some background info: the house i was living in was very old and very big. It was built around the turn of the century (typical. i know.). our family had been living there since i had been the the 4th grade. one night, when i was fifteen years old (for you math guys, that makes me twenty now), i awoke to the creaking open of my bedroom door followed by six loud, cracking footsteps upon my bedroom floor (remember. the house is very old, and very noisy). At any rate, it was nothing out of the ordinary. I figured it was my younger brother (14 at the time) coming into my room to steal a clean pair of underwear (a fairly normal occurrence). tired and not wanting to argue with him, i just laid there and waited to hear the customary footsteps out the door. however, there were no more footsteps. i sat up to see what he was doing.. and what i saw next was difficult for me. a street lamp outside my bedroom window was illuminating the corner of my room, and i very clearly saw a man standing there with his back to me. he was wearing a hooded sweatshirt and a baseball cap forwards. it was not brother. with his back to me still he moved toward a suede chair i had in the corner of my room and began to slowly rub the chair. my heart was beating uncontrollably. i laid back down on my bed, but kept my eyes fixed on him. he stopped rubbing the chair and appeared to begin to undue his pants. * WARNING * this is where things take a horrible turn. i will lose most of you here. but, i assure you, i am not making any of this up. still with his back to me, his right elbow began to move back and forth in a motion that disturbed me right down to my bones. he appeared to be masturbating. you have to understand that i didn't think that this was a ghost. it was a man in the corner of my room. and at this point, i was so horrified that i remember having to fight back tears. i was literally afraid for my life, believing this man to be some sort of sick son of a bitch that sneaks into houses in small towns (unlocked doors), masturbates, and then kills. i wanted to scream for help at the top of my lungs. i have no idea how i got the balls to do this, but i began to move toward the other side of my bed (still watching his every move). conjuring up every bit of courage within me i leaped toward the light switch (not far from my bed) and turned it on , simultaneously yelling "who the **** are you?!". the light came on and there was no one there. i felt like i was on the edge of a nervous breakdown at this point and began running through the house, flipping every light on. my mom had to wake up and settle me down. i slept in the living room for the rest of the night. the next morning, my mom said, and i quote, "i don't know if i should tell you this... but.. last night, about ten minutes before you woke me up, i could have swore i heard someone open the back door and walk upstairs." (my room was upstairs) also, the suede chair. the spot where he was rubbing the night before was the only place on the chair where the suede was unsettled. then, to top it all off, i find out that the guy that owned the house before us got killed in an ugly accident at his work. got caught up in some machinery. and my bedroom was where he and his wife slept. i began researching lucid dreaming and sleep paralysis a year or two later. i was experiencing neither. i'm still not sure what happened. annnnnnywho, i'm gonna go work on my avatar and stuff like that.
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