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heheheh watch out blahblah you're next :twisted: :twisted: :twisted:
haha dont get all worried blahblah me just kidding :P :D
Nirosha,Quote:
Originally Posted by nirosha sen
The ghost wanted to make a statue out of me, so I was just posing :P :D :D :D
hey querida,
just saying hi :)
ayyo hehehewalrus :lol:Quote:
Originally Posted by hehehewalrus
Surya, it was great.... :) i really enjoyed it.....Quote:
Originally Posted by Surya
Continuing "The Dylexic Clairvoyant".......
Gazing around in wonder at my new surroundings, I instinctively felt that I wasn't alone. Scanning the desolate landscape, I saw her!!
She was there, this lone aboriginal woman, tanned and clad in what looked like native American clothes, huddled on the ground. Clasped in her arms was a small bundle which carried a sleeping child. Emaciated with weather-beaten features, I saw her weeping with the kind of desolation that only the bereaved could feel in their hour of grief.
When she looked up briefly, I felt a strange sensation of bonding with her! I knew she could not see me but only I could see her. It was then that I realised I knew her!! For I could feel every nuance of pain, sorrow and despair that wracked that lone, sobbing squaw.
Like a thunder bolt of lightning, it dawned on me!! I knew why she was crying! Who that sleeping child was!! What had caused that once verdant land of acres of golden corn to whither away into a parched, barrenness from lack of water!! There were no crops to harvest that Fall and a bleak winter to face soon after!
I knew every detail because, horror, I was HER!!!!!! A different time, a different place and a different life!!!
That sleeping child wasn't in slumber but dead! It was her lifeless form and the despair of the famine that took the child that she held.
But before I could reach out to her/me in that faraway dimension of time, I felt the warmth of gentle hands that led me back to the present......
To be continued ........
Back in the safe sanctuary of my friend Pam's family home, I opened my eyes! There to gaze steadily at me was dear Pam, whose hands I held tightly and broke down into a heaving, sobbing mess, for a while!!
I sat there weeping for an unkind cut of life in my past birth! How I had died as a beaten, worn-down rag-doll with nothing to hold on to but the welcoming embrace of only Death!! I who in this life, am such a firm advocate of Life being for the Living, had been whacked lifeless by Providence, in a distant past!!
With her gaze fixated on me, Pam sat down scribbling on a note-pad on her lap. Soundlessly, she handed it to me and I sat there transfixed on her note-pad, for all the letters she had written were perfectly inverted!! They were whole sentences that made little sense to me!!
Perplexed, I handed the pad to her, and with her usual enigmatic smile, she proceeded to tell in a soft, lilting voice her augury!!
Yes, she admitted, she had taken me on a journey into a previous birth!!
Yes, that woman whom I saw, was indeed me, who had died in the famine soon after!!
Yes, she said, re-incarnation is a reality of the Cycle of Life!
Yes, all that you go through in your present life, is a reaction to the cross-over of the appendanges of previous births. Some that are resolved are left behind. Others without closure we carry it forward!!
Strange but true, almost like a cloud, my usual melancholy which I carry with me for as long as I can remember, had momentarily lifted, giving me that aperture of enlightenment, of what it was all about!
With tears in my eyes, I asked her, if in any of these repeated cycles, do we ever meet God????
And her answer was a NO!!! For as long as we are trapped into the karmic cycle of birth - life - death, we do not!
What do the rest of you think?????? :)
Nirosha,I am surprised that this Question didn't get an answer over the weekend.But who can answer this question?Who knows the unknown,the unfathomable?I certainly don't believe in the Karmic cycle.For me it's either death and God or death and nothing! 8)
Your experience will undoubtedly fall into the so called 'astral time travel' which only a very small minority believes in.People who escaped from near death experiences have come up with stories of such visions.I know one person who claims to have seen God himself.Dreams and visions occur to most people and sometimes we feel that we have forseen something that was to happen or we had a vision of something that has happened in the past.You see such stories all over Discovery and Reality TV and it will take more than me to explain :? .But I would like to see some more responses from the other guys who visit this thread :) .
Niro, I really wish I could meet this Pam - might be quite interesting and thrilling for me too! :lol:
Wonder which area I would be landing?? :roll: :roll: Really incredible!
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Sonu Gopi :oops:
no such thing as re-incarnation - theres just one life :) :) :)
Hey hey Walrus???? Are you sure you don't believe in re-incarnation????Why not Pa???? Ain't you the mild-mannered scientist who's after logic and reason in everything you see and do???
Everything that surrounds us - isn't it a complete cycle by itself????? Decomposition????? Nitrogen Cycle?????? Rain??????? or even the existence of energy in one form or another???????
So......why not the Soul?????Goes somewhere, exist encased in some body and then either naturally or rudely gets evicted into the blue yonder again, couldn't it????? :wink:
Reincarnation is just the outcome of the karma theory(that you are what your deeds in the past life make you). Reincarnation equates man to animals - which is a fatally wrong premise. Only Buddhism, Hinduism believe in this.
man has been created vastly superior to other living beings. Animals have only five basic senses - they do not have the sense of right or wrong. While both man and animals have the 3 basic urges - urge for food, sleep, attraction to the opposite sex - only man has been capable of exercising control over these urges by practice.
Man is much more developed mentally and spiritually. To compare men and animals is fundamentally incorrect.
The basic foundation of re-incarnation is wrong - Since animals cant distinguish between right and wrong, if you were an animal in the previous birth, how can you be held accountable for your animalistic actions of that birth? :lol: :lol: It is like arresting the indian living in India using German laws.
Also, manusmriti says that salvation for a hindu is to escape this cycle of re-births, however this is possible only for certain upper castes while the rest are doomed. Thats the theory, so you can see how many holes exist in it!!
Perhaps in the animal birth, the soul takes a break and makes up the balance of the scale for the atrocities committed as human??? :D
Sure we can reason, but that only happens when one is born human. As far as the Soul is concerned, it's just moving from one body to another. Animal or human, that comparison would have no weight, if one were to equate its existance as neither punishment nor reward!
But let's just for a second think, when death occurs to both the mean-spirited and the good-hearted humans, precisely where do they go from there???? Just float around in limbo????? :wink:
Here is something I would like to share with you all. Pls.Read on:
About 6 months after my father’s death he appeared in my dreams. I was in a garden (one late afternoon) and suddenly I saw something forming in the ground and all of a sudden the earth forms into a ball and finally materializes into a man – guess who? Right! It was my father. I asked him how he was able to come out from the earth to which he replied that we are formed from the earth and we shall go back to earth. He has gone back to the earth but has come back to see me (don’t know whether this makes any sense!). :oops:
I began to talk to him as normal and when I went forward to kiss him – he stopped me ˝ way from doing so saying that I shd not come close to him. I asked why as a daughter that I shd not kiss him and he replied that I would not understand it and that I shd not question him anymore. I was disappointed. He enquired about the family. I told him that we miss him and that he shd come back home as soon as possible. :cry:
He told me that it was impossible as he is no more living in our world but he is now residing in another place. He then told me he will show me exactly what happens when someone dies. All of a sudden I was lifted up from the ground ( by some force) and I was shown the scene of his death – in his bedroom. He was lying down on his bed grasping for breath - with all of us surrounded – I could even see myself too. :cry:
He said he saw himself lying on the bed as his soul left the body and all of us crying and hugging him – asking him not to go. He said he was equally sad but he was helpless and was not in a position to do anything about it. He said when a life leaves the body a light comes along to guide it and take it back to where it came from originally. :shock:
He told me he would take me for a short travel – and I felt myself very light lifted off the ground and flying over the snow-capped Himalayan Mountains. I could see mountain peaks below and the dark blue sea - the ice-cold breeze hitting my face. I was flying through clouds with my father. I was not in a helicopter or a plane but in the open air hundreds of feet above sea level – going in a terrific speed - but as light as a feather. Simply incredible! :)
Finally we reached a mandir where I could hear some holy bhajans going on in the background. People were all playing the sitar and singing some hymns and reciting some mantras. A man came out from the mandir wearing a dhoti and a string across (like a Brahmin priest) and my father introduced me to him as his daughter from the previous birth. He acknowledged me but told me that I shd not step into the mandir. Only my father followed him in. I waited outside the temple and observed the huge pillars with some intricate carvings. Meanwhile my father and the priest were engrossed in some conversation but I was not able to hear anything even though the distance was quite near. :shock:
After a few minutes my father came back and told me that he has to send me back home and he has to return in time or else the door will be closed and he won’t be able to return at all. At the same time if the door closes before we cross the line, I would be trapped there instead which means I won’t be able to return to my body. (I did not understand what door he was talking about for I did not see any door). :shock:
He advised me not to call him always or say that I want to follow him, as he gets hurt with my words and actions. He says everything is in the hands of God. After leaving me back in my home he bides goodbye and just left without any sort of emotion.
I woke up feeling so strange and very disappointed but at the same time happy for having spent an evening with my late father. :lol:
Is this what we call Astral Travel or was my sub-conscious mind playing some tricks? :roll:
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SONU GOPI :cry: :cry:
sonu chechi,
touching story, thanks.
cant tell for sure on the interpretation.
but one thing is sure - dreams are always the result of our subconscious mind. Our thoughts make our dreams, they need not be reality.
I studied in the same home for 14 years. Though its over 10 years since I shifted, every one of my dreams today happens in my old home. :lol: :lol: Its because in those days I was desperate that I should do all things perfectly.
Interestingly during the semester, almost regularly i get dreams of my exams. But during the week of exams all of my dreams are about my home and nothing related to exams. This is because though I am studying all the time, my subconscious mind wants to go to some other place :lol: :lol:
sonu chechi,
it is obvious that you were very close to your dad, much much more than the average person would be. That is why you are able to see him in everything.
there was a friend whose contact i lost 13 yrs back. I had been to his house but the area has now changed a lot and I dont know anyone else who might know him. often i dream that I am roaming around his area and finally locate him. I then quickly ask his ph no so as not to lose him - he writes it down on a paper. I make it a point to memorise that(in real life i know over 75 ph nos by heart), so in the dream, I am peering very close into the paper and repeating it aloud. however i can only see the first 2 digits, the rest are blurred and I wake up murmuring the first 2 digits and "asking" my friend what are the rest :lol:
hehehewalrus i have similar dreams...i dont know if this is relevant but in one of the batman cartoon episodes batman is put in a mindcontrol machine where he is trapped in a dream made up with his desired life..he only knows it's a dream because he cannot read anything fully...anyways i always have a dream where i walk home from grade school but the path always changes right before my eyes...i know for sure it is a very easy path and once i turn the corner i can see my building but still i always end up going thru the creek which i was forbidden to do so to get home...i guess this is just a desire to go where i was forbidden even though so many others have gone and come out safely...though it was dangerous...i also know the dreams plays on a childhood event..i was always the child that got lost..however much didnt want to be i would just become so afraid i would not be able to think straight...so i guess it is both those elements in that dream coming together...
Sonu Gopi, really i think that is what astral projection is...but i think it is also what hehehewalrus has commented...it is something you very badly want...so this may have encouraged this contact or even let you believe in this contact...but more so it has left you happy has it not? Then let things be, and thank yourself for sharing it with us....again we really appreciate it... :D
Yes, Querida it has left me happy and sad as well. Life is full of unsolved mysteries.....during that time I never knew what astral travel was all about neither did I know of light guiding the soul across.Quote:
Originally Posted by Querida
A few years back an aunt of mine was at her death bed and she was heard telling her children that a bright little light was near the door way waiting for her......couple of hrs later she passed away.
My mum told me a few days ago that my dad spoke of a light waiting for him in his room. He kept asking her about the light and she told him that there was no such light in the room. It seems he was very upset. I only knew of this now - so I remembered the dream and decided to share my little experience with all of you.
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SONU GOPI
This happened to my family early in the 90s. I think it was in 1993. That year was the 5th anniversary of my paternal grandmother's death. What happened was on the morning of the day, when my mom opened the door early in the morning around 6AM to go outside, 2 huge butterflies flew inside the house. These butterflies were HUGE. Wider than the palm of my hands. The butterflies flew around my father and just stayed in the house. My mom told me that they are my grandfather and grandmother whom came back for one final time to see the family. When I woke up, I was still in school back then, I was so scared just looking at those butterflies. There was something different about them. Suffice to say, when I came back in the evening, they were gone.
I really wondered if that indeed was grandpa & grandma. Is it a form of transportation when people are on the other side of world? Very strange and disturbing to think what might happen when people die. Is there heaven or hell? Will I return back to earth or disappear forever?
Another strange incident is when sister when for a camping trip in a forest in Selangor. The guide told her that during the night, if you hear a call for your name, ignore it and don't make an attempt to seek the voice out. It seems that there are "beings" in the jungle who would lure a person by calling their name and generally keeping them in jungle with no escape. Kinda strange but my sister kept to the advise but she told that she could feel presence of beings on top of the trees in the forest and these beings could capture the names of people by hearing on the conversation among the people in the group and later to trap people by calling out for them.
It was early morning about 5.00 am beginning of the Year 2001, I had dream and heard a voice saying that IT was going to take away my two sons away and to that I responded that by the blood of Jesus they will be saved. I have never said such a statement before in my life however I sensed a comforting feeling like the lord saying I will take care of that. I woke up and went to the wash room to get ready to work and I totally forgot about the voice or the statement that I had said in my dream.
I came out of my wash room and my second son who was only 1-˝ years old woke up crying. I went to the bedroom to carry him and realised that he had a stomach upset and that he had passed motion so my husband and I decided to wait and see before going off to work. We took him to the doctor and left him with my mum to go to work about 10.00 am but it was hardly five minutes my mum called us to come back home saying that our son was suddenly looking pale and that she was getting uncomfortable. When we saw him, true enough he was very weak and was just lying on his coat without many movements.
We rushed our son to the a private hospital as he was purging and was becoming very weak, the pediatrician took a blood test and informed us later in the afternoon that he had been attacked by a some kind of virus and there is no medication for that except for putting him on drips and said that he would not want to treat our son if the condition worsened and warned that we might need to take him to the government hospital.
Only when the doctor said that my son was in a serious condition, I remembered about my dream that I had that morning and shared it with my husband. I called our friends, the pastor and his wife, doctor friend and another good friend of mine who had silently prayed for my cervical recovery before my healing.
Within one hour, my friend and her husband were at the hospital praying over my son and me and my mother and dad were totally shocked to see that. My parents were totaly unaware about my recovery from cervical spondilosis or that we had stopped praying at home or going to temples. My friend and her husband said that it was time for my husband and myself to make a decision which way we wanted to follow and that we cannot be sitting on the fence and the same statement was passed by the pastor and his wife.
My husband was still undecided until my eldest son who was 3 and ˝ years had the same attack. I vowed to follow the way of the lord and my husband too with full heart asked the lord to heal our children. I remembered about my vision and the voice saying that IT wanted take away my sons however I just kept confessing the statement which I had unknowingly mentioned in my dream “ By the blood of Jesus they will be saved. I just asked GOD to protect my sons and heal them and to remove the fear of the doctor so that he will treat my sons in the hospital as I could not imagine myself spending nights at the government hospital.
Every night Pastor and his wife came over to the hospital and prayed over our children and at the same time my friends were also praying and after 5 days both my sons walked out of the hospital like nothing happened.
Once we were back home, my husband made a decision and stand that no matter what, he wanted to follow the path of the LORD [deleted].
We did not question GOD why my children was suffering instead we knew that they will be healed just like how I was and trusted the LORD.
The dream was a call from the heavens above asking her to be ready to accept the LORD. Her children's lives were at stake and the sudden illness was the turning point. Her trust and faith in God and the trust in herself too saved the lives of her little boys. :PQuote:
Originally Posted by Alisha
Some may say that the dream was just an illusion and the children falling ill during the same period is a mere coincidence but for those who go thru’ these similar experiences will think otherwise - only they will understand. :lol:
Thanks Alisha for sharing your experience with us. :wink:
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SONU GOPI :wink:
I dont have a horror story or anything with me but just see these similarities between US presidents Abraham Lincoln(AL) and John Kennedy(JFK).
Elected to the House of Representatives
A.L in 1846
JFK in 1946.
Failed to win the vice presidential nomination
A.L in 1856
JFK in 1956.
Elected to the presidency
A.L in 1860
JFK in 1960
Lincoln defeated Stephen Douglas bor0n in 1813
Kennedy defeated Richard Nixon born in 1913.
John Wilkes Booth, the assassin of A.L, was born in 1839
Lee Harvey Oswald, the assassin of JFK was born in 1939.
Both presidents had vice presidents named Johnson.
Andrew Johnson served in the House of Representatives in 1847
Lyndon Johnson served in the House of Representatives in 1947.
In 1860 and 1960 both VP's were serving as Senators.
Andrew Johnson was older than Lincoln and was born in 1808
Lyndon Johnson, was older than Kennedy and was born in 1908
More SIMILARITIES
Both presidents won their respective elections with less than fifty-percent of the popular vote.
Each was concerned with the issue of civil rights.
Both presidents while in their thirties, married women in their early twenties.
Both wives suffered the death of a child while in the White House.
Lincoln and Kennedy repeatedly spoke of, and had dreams regarding, assassination attempts.
Each was subsequently warned by advisors not to attend the events that led to their death.
Lincoln and Kennedy were shot from behind, in the head.
They were killed on a Friday, and in the presence of their wives.
The assassins, Booth and Oswald, were southerners who favored unpopular ideas.
Booth shot Lincoln in a theater and was captured in a barn, a warehouse. Oswald allegedly shot Kennedy from a warehouse, the depository, and was arrested at a theater.
Lincoln was killed in Ford's Theater, Kennedy was killed in a Ford automobile; a Lincoln.
Both Booth and Oswald were killed before going to trail. The popular belief is that the two presidential tragedies were conspiracies with subsequent governmental cover up.
The names Lincoln and Kennedy contain seven letters.
The names Stephen and Richard, their political opponents have seven letters each.
The name Johnson contains seven letters.
The fathers of the presidents, Thomas and Joseph respectively, each have six letters.
The names Andrew Johnson and Lyndon Johnson each contain 13 letters, as do the names of their wives, Eliza McCardle and Claudia Taylor.
The names John Wilkes booth and Lee Harvey Oswald both total 15 letters.
Thanks Sandeep - very strange but very informative! :lol:
What a coincidence! Wonder why so many similarities? :roll: :roll: There ought to be a reason! :o
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Sandeep I have heard about this earlier but didnt have the details regarding the vice presidents.Thanks.
Once I had a dream of attending the funeral service of my friend Liza’s son who happens to be my neighbour as well. She was staying about 5 doors away from mine. It was the funeral of her 9-year son. They are Muslims. Her house was crowded with her uncles, aunts, relatives and friends who have gathered in her house since morning (I was told).
I too was present at the funeral and I saw this elderly Arabic man heading towards me. He started speaking in a tongue that I do not seem to understand but I could somehow get his message and hear every word he said across. I was not able to open my mouth neither am I able to ask him any questions except hear him speak only. He was of an average height, much shorter than me. He was wearing a long white robe (like the ones used by a priest in a church) with a white rope like belt around his waist. He was holding the holy Koran in one hand and the rosary in the other. He was using a white turban like headgear with one end flowing down till his left shoulders. He was tanned and was sporting a scanty beard.
He was telling me that the young lad died of cancer of the knee and that there was nothing they (doctors) could do for him. It seems it was time for him to leave this materialistic world. After saying this to me he just walked away towards the main gate and just disappeared. Later I saw the dark green coloured portable Muslim coffin with some Arabic words written in white at both the sides. I saw his (Liza's son) body wrapped in white cloth being placed in this specially designed coffin, which was later, draped with a piece of cloth with the picture of Ka’aba embossed. I saw the pallbearers carrying the coffin and chanting holy verses from the Koran.
I struggled and managed to get up sweating with fright and glad that it was only a dream. I saw my husband and children fast asleep. The timepiece showed 2.45 am. I was very thirsty but scared to go to the kitchen alone. I had no choice but to wake my husband. I told him that I had a bad dream and I needed water and whether he could accompany me to the kitchen, which was quite a long away from the bedroom. He said he would get me the water instead. After taking the drink (I gulped it down like as though I have not seen water for months) I told him of the dream and that whether I shd tell about it to my Liza. He said it was only a dream and it is not wise to inform her as she might get very upset. He also said it might strain our friendship as some ppl might get very sensitive about this sort of things. I told him I will go to her place the next day to see if everything was fine but promised I won’t breathe a word to her.
The following day on my way back home from work I stopped by at her place but noticed that the door was locked. I asked her immediate neighbour enquiring about her whereabouts. They told me that she has been going to Singapore (her mum’s place) very frequently but do not know the reason. They feel someone was not well but don’t know who it was. I told them to inform me if she comes, as I wanted to see her for I have not seen her for a long time. I thanked them and went back home. I was restless for a few days after which I completely forgot all about it.
A few weeks after that dream I noticed (I was on leave that day) there were many cars parked in front of her house and I saw many ppl walking in and out of the house. The Malay ladies were using their scarves to cover their heads while the men too covered their heads with scarves or the special Muslim skullcap. I was curious so I walked over and I saw that the atmosphere was very solemn. I was quite doubtful (my hearting beating fast) and I asked the first person I met as to what the matter was. She told me that Liza’s son had passed away the previous night in Singapore and they had just brought his body back home very early in the morning.
I walked into the house and someone pointed the room to me and there I saw the boy lying on his bed surrounded by his parents, grandparents and his younger brother. The moment Liza saw me she came running to me and started to sob silently hugging me so tightly. I was so shocked and confused as I slowly recollected my dream. In between her sobs she told me that he died of knee cancer and that they had amputated his leg knee below the knee as the doctors were not able to do anything – they have done their best. I consoled her and she kept apologising for not informing me about the ordeal her son was going through. All I could do was to carry on consoling her. She excused herself when her other friends came to extend their condolences.
I saw some of the familiar faces I saw in the dream but my eyes kept searching for that tanned Arabic man – but he was no where to be seen. I even went around the garden with my husband to look for him ( I even got scolding from my hubby for being silly!). I have never being to a Muslim funeral before but I stayed on here ‘cos this friend of mine is very close to me (even till today) and I wanted to give her a moral support. Later the green coloured coffin with the Arabic words written in white on both sides and the cloth draped with the picture of Ka’aba embossed arrived just like in my dream. ( I almost fainted out of fright). They had then already given a bath to the boy according to Islamic rites and wrapped him in layers of white cloth. My heart broke when I saw his mother combing his hair very neatly and gently, kissing him before his final journey towards the Muslim Cemetery ( nearby our homes) carried by the pallbearers reciting holy verses from the Koran.
I went home and took my birth and said my prayers too. I was not in the mood to cook anything as I was really tired and disturbed by the whole affair. I was crying and my husband consoled me and said that we shd be thankful to God for easing the boy of pain and suffering and to forget about the dream. Later after many weeks I told Liza about my dream narrating all the minute details. She told be that she was sure that the Arabic man could be a “Wali” (messenger of God) who has shown me the funeral. I told her that it was strange that I being a Hindu was approached by him, a Muslim and informed of this. She told me that it didn’t matter at all since both of us are so close as sisters it just showed that the one was about to face some pain in her life and that the other too had to be informed and share the pain along. She also said that religion was just man made and there is only one God for everyone but all of us are reaching out to Him from different directions.
Almost 4 months after his death he (Liza's son) appeared in my dreams cycling away in a beautiful garden filled with all kinds of lovely colourful flowers enclosed within a large gate. I was standing outside this gate. He told me to inform his mother that he was happy and contended in his new place and that he has got his leg back. He waved his hand and bid me goodbye before cycling away!
I told my friend the next day about the dream and she smiled and told me that he appeared in her dreams too the previous night -also cycling but just smiled and waved his hand to her.
Liza is glad and believes that her son is happy and contented - free from all his miseries and I am delighted to see my friend smile again.
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SONU GOPI
Sorry it shd read as bath and not birth! :oops: :lol: :lol:Quote:
Originally Posted by sonu gopi
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SONU GOPI :lol: :lol:
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Thanx again for sharing that Sonu Gopi..that was beautiful... :cry:
Sonuchehi,Quote:
Originally Posted by sonu gopi
If you find any posts after posting your message, you still can edit it.
When did this event take place?
SonuChechi next time if you have dreams like this, just bring the sitution before GOD to take care of it even if you had visions of people that you don't know.
I believe that the reasons behind these Visions/Dreams is if for you to pray for the person's recovery or well being.
sonu chechi
that was wonderful. God is using you as his messenger - do make use of that talent!
Wow People!! Been away for a whole week and look at you guys!! Sonu - You are a conduit just like my friend Pam!! You are indeed an instrument. Just keep tapping into this talent. One fine day, I believe you'll become psychometric. A mere touch of a person's hand and you'd have visions!!
Thanks Pa for sharing that beautiful recollection!!
Nirosha,
We really missed you in the hub. Particularly your avatar :wink:
Thanks for the warm welcome Sandeep!
Yeah, I missed you guys too!! Nice to have friends who care for my presence and my avatar Pa!! She's doing really well for herself isn't she, our dear Ash!???? :D
Niro missed your presence here .....wow! One (1) whole week but to me it was like ages!! Glad to see you back. :lol: :lol:Quote:
Originally Posted by nirosha sen
I don't want to see anything from now on.....but I feel someday when my time is up somebody will come knocking!! :wink:
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Sonu - despite your fear of all that you have seen and interacted with, you still have done well in communicating with them. It was exactly people like you, whom M Night Shyamalan had in mind when he made that movie, the Sixth Sense!!
In that movie, that poor boy was just way too terrified in having to deal with so many dearly departed Pa!! But just think, how else could they reach out to the living if not for channels like your goodself!!!
You should indeed give yourself a pat on the back Pa!!! :D
I wish I could but I can't reach!! :wink: :wink: :wink:Quote:
Originally Posted by nirosha sen
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Okay since nobody else is posting, I shall do the honours soon Pa!! It's abt the humongous tree that was in our compound in the old estate!! My children called it, the God Tree, for obvious reasons, and I actually wrote it as piece for leisure reading in the local daily!
So, soon to be here is "Under the God Tree"!!!! Stay tuned!!!!!! :wink:
Sandeep,Quote:
Originally Posted by Sandeep
stay back. I am still not done with Niro! Sorry, with her avatar I mean. I was the first to mention about that so you are tooooooo Late. :sad:
You may be the first but I will be the last :wink:Quote:
Originally Posted by Bad Boy
Why there are no more ghost stories?Is it time I start cooking up something?