Although I’m dedicating the month of October to ghostly posts, I thought I would kick things off a few days early. Here in New Mexico, we are already experiencing some cool fall nights, so what better way for me to welcome the autumn chill than by discussing some of my personal experiences with ghostly forms of communication.
One of the typical and most obvious ways, in which those that inhabit the afterlife communicate with us, is through disembodied voices and sounds. While I usually don’t encounter this form of communication during normal states of consciousness, I have run into it many times during the onset of my out of body experiences. Keep in mind that I don’t live in an apartment complex and I’ve always been alone (with no TV, radio or other electronic equipment running) when the following events occurred.
The circumstances seem to be right during the initial stages of OBEs, prior to actually projecting, for picking up on these disembodied voices and sounds. As my consciousness begins to shift slightly, it’s not uncommon for me to hear my name being called out repeatedly. The voice that’s beckoning me is never harsh. It’s just a calm and soothing repetitive calling. Prior to projecting, I’ve also heard slightly audible conversations being carried on between two individuals near my bedroom closet. The words are never completely clear, but the two distinct voices are unmistakable. At other times I’ve become aware of a single male voice speaking nonchalantly, in a similar style to that of an anchor man delivering the nightly news, until it slowly fades out.
I have even had an experience where a female voice, speaking in a language I’m not familiar with, was responsible for sending me into the out of body state. It was in the early morning hours and I had just been awoken by a strange noise. As I lay there, starting to doze back off, I could feel the familiar vibrations coming over my body, which signal an OBE is imminent. My state of mind, in the early morning hours, is always conducive for bringing on super intense, quick acting vibrations. After only a few seconds I could distinguish a female voice whispering twice into my ear and I immediately launched out of body, with a sensation of being strapped to a rocket. After that I lost consciousness and drifted back into a dream sequence.
All of these voice experiences can be a little unsettling, especially when you’re in the process of detaching from the focal point of the physical body. But some of the more disturbing occurrences have involved noises and the sensations of being touched.
On multiple occasions I have heard the unmistakable sound of someone with heavy footfalls shuffling their feet, in the carpet, as they trace a path back and forth around my bed. Each time this happened, I forced myself out of the initial stages of the OBE, to check for the source. The sound would then cease and I could find no physical evidence of what could have been causing it. During the end of one particular OBE, that woke me from a deep sleep, I could feel an energy presence that seemed to follow me out of the astral state. I initially became aware of it as I was out of body and then again as I became physically focused. I could literally feel it touching me, but it wasn’t like being touched by a hand or anything you could associate with a human feature. It was as if its essence was passing right through me, over and over again as I lay on the bed, bringing with it strong impressions and sensations. I quickly moved from the position I was in and the interaction ceased.
So far I’ve discussed methods of contact that have taken place prior to, during, or just after my out of body experiences, but what about circumstances that occur during ordinary states of consciousness. The following events have happened to family members after the passing of loved ones.
While my dad was stationed in Ramstein, Germany he received word, around 2 am, that his mom had passed away back in the states. My parents stayed up for a while, talking things over, and then went back to sleep for a few hours. Now my grandmother was always known for using green chile in her recipes during my dad’s childhood. My parents woke again around 7 am and after going into the kitchen, were immediately hit with an overwhelming smell of green chile that quickly filled the apartment. This was on-base housing that we were living in, after moving from the home that was haunted in Ramstein Village. My parents then went into the stairwell of the apartment to investigate and even opened windows to see if the scent could be coming from somewhere else, but the smell was completely contained to our apartment. Neither my mom or dad ever cooked with green chile nor did we ever find any neighbors that were fond of using it.
A few years after this, my grandfather’s mom passed away. When my great grandmother was physically focused, she always had an interesting habit of placing a phone call to her son (my grandfather) and daughter in law (my grandmother), only letting the phone ring two to three times. She would then hang up and call back, letting it ring until someone finally answered it. A few days after my great grandmother made her transition, my grandmother received a phone call. On her way to pick up the phone, it stopped ringing on the second try. My grandmother went back to what she had been previously doing and the phone rang again. This time she was able to answer it, but when she picked up the receiver there was no one there. This was before the advent of caller ID, but it sure would have been interesting to see what the incoming call registered as.
About four years after my great grandmother passed away, my dad’s father passed on. He passed in June of ’93 and in September of that year, on his birthday, an owl made a strange appearance at my parent’s home. It’s not like my grandfather had any affinity for owls or anything, but it was more symbolic of the owl’s behavior and the day it chose to make its appearance that I find interesting. According to my mom the owl arrived early that morning, landed on the ground and stayed in the exact same position throughout the entire day. It never left its location until late that evening.
Are these experiences proof that family and strangers alike try and reach out to us from the great beyond? I absolutely believe they’re proof positive. I also believe that my astral projection experiences illustrate the fact that a location can be totally “ghost free,” yet activity can still be tuned into in the right state of mind. In essence every environment is haunted, just not in the strictest sense of the word. I feel this is because there are realities occurring all around us, simultaneously to our own. As I raised my vibrations to enter the astral plane, I came into contact with these other realities. When my family members were being contacted during their normal states of consciousness, the energy, which was making contact, had to alter its vibrations to communicate within our physical dimension. It’s all about vibrational phase shifting, either ours or theirs, for communication to take place and calling cards to be left behind.
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but my quantity will be quite a bit less until after Halloween. I have so many projects (big and small) to finish prior to Halloween night, I’ll be posting once a week, instead of my usual two to three times a week. But I will definitely be back in my full blogging mode by November.
