Sleep Paralysis…

One of the most terrifying things which ever happened to me, if not the most terrifying thing – was the night I had sleep paralysis….

I had slept quite well for most of the night until about 5am when I went to go the toilet. I returned and got into bed and began to go back sleep. Thats when something happened and something changed.

I remember opening my eyes and seeing the shadow of someone crossing the bedroom wall. The presence I got is that this was an evil dark presence. I remember seeing it cross the wall and reach another wall and in the mirror I seen the back of a mans head with dark brown hair reflect in the mirror as he turned and came towards me on the other side of the bed. I could tell by the way he moved he wasnt walking – but floating a few inches off the ground.

I tried so hard to move, I tried so hard to shout and scream but all I could move was my eyes. There was a faint pulse that passed through my body that was all. I thought I was dying.

But stood beside me in the room next to the bed was a man. He held his hands out fingers spread out towards me as if he was using an invisible force to pin me down.

This seemed to last a lifetime but I imagine in reality it was only a few seconds.

I can still see him now. He wore a brown suit. His hair was slicked back and he had a pocket watch chain going into his pocket which I imagine was where the watch was.

He struck me as wearing a style belonging to the 1950s. Considering this event took place in the early 21st century and I was in my early 20s at the time I had little experience or knowledge of styles in the 1950s.

I was absolutely terrified. The whole aura and situation and presence of the man was of an evil entity and of terror.

He then removed his hands and placed them in his pockets. He looked round the room almost with an expression of nostalgia as if he had been there before in the old house with a small grin. He then simply dissapeared and a strange glow through the window dissapeared but the room remained the same.

I was then free and sat bolt upright. The room was the same, the lighting through the window of the morning light was the same – all that had changed was the man had gone. He had simply vanished.

I can still see every detail of him and completely remember him up until this day. His style of hair, his face and his clothes and the pocket watch and his pose and body language. I remember every detail of the event. It was the most frightening experience I ever had.

People will tell me it was a dream a lucid dream etc and discredit my experience but to me it was very real and really happened to me. I know the difference between a dream and this experience.

I often searched family photos to see if I could ever see this man as I know I would recognize his face but found nothing.

Who was he? Someone who had existed before in history and long forgotten?

The only strange similarity took place a few years later when my nan was telling me and my mum a ghost story she experienced during the war and was of a relative of hers who died during the war and one night she claimed to of seen him in a room glowing bright – and wearing a brown suit….

Time travelling…

One of the biggest mysteries in life that alot of people think about – is time travel possible?

Imagine if time travel was possible and that bygone eras was accessible. Where would we go and visit first? What kind of people would we meet and how different would everyone be?

Imagine it there was a way to manipulate time and go forward and backwards. What is time? Does time leave a trail for us all to hike back through? Surely time must leave a path for us to return to and go backwards.

Imagine if time was an ongoing spiral like a spiral staircase and each new spiral is a new time and we enter new times as we walk up and up the spiral stairs. Is it possible to change direction and journey back down the stairs and re-enter past levels of time which have been left lingering in history?

If only there was a way to skip time. Imagine if time was a clock and you was stood at 12am. Is there a quick way to skip directly down across the clock to 6pm and bypass 1,2,3,4,5 hours and then return?

Does our minds possess a speed clock and co-ordinates? Maybe one day we can access these digits within ourselves and manipulate them. Perhaps to get somewhere quick we can ‘times’ our distances. Instead of travelling 20 miles going through each mile we can go to 1 mile…. Then 2 miles and times then by 10 and bypass the rest to be immediately at 20 miles distance quick. Perhaps time is just a maths formula we are yet to work out within our spiritual clock and digits.

Does our minds work on a frequency which plays out this time to us all? What is happening on other frequencies? Can we adjust these frequencies and receive images and messages from other times?

Do other dimensions exist where other times are being played again along side this time we exist within and is there a way from one time to another through a loophole or a porthole? A doorway from world to world.

How much has mankind explored with radio frequencies? Thomas Edison once discovered EVP (Electronic voice phenomeon) of which he believed he recorded voices from past worlds making contact with this world using stationary radio channels and recording them and playing them back. A radio signal can receive interference from who knows where or what?

Perhaps adjusting the frequencies our brain sends out will connect us to other worlds and times? Perhaps we are all connected to one frequency and our brain displays the images to our eyes that we see. Perhaps when people see ghosts and strange creatures they have suffered interference with their minds frequency and the brain and crossed two worlds operating over each other and displaying the partial images of other people and places not of this world.

I imagine it would be like the living being on radio 1 and other worlds being on radio 2 etc and during certain environments they mix slightly.

If time travel is possible is the future already mapped out by destiny and can we ever visit the future? I for one can confess I cannot time travel. As of yet I have not met myself from the future returning to inform myself of oncoming events. If I could time travel I would return from the future to meet myself now and tell me wisdom. But perhaps this scenario is yet to happen….

The fastest moving entities that move are non physical objects such as light and heats etc of which have no issue with gravity. Imagine if we could one day convert ourselves into ‘light’ such as non physical form and remove the resistance of gravity and allow ourselves to move at ultra quick speeds through times back and forth.

It is gravity which as a force restricts our speeds and our movements and is a weight of a force against us and the faster we move the heavier we become. The faster we move the more gravity damages and tests our physical bodys and machines. If we was to create anti gravity perhaps our speeds across distances become quick. Where hours become minutes and minutes become seconds.

The day shall come when we understand time deeper and how to adjust and control time. Time for now flows through our fingers and we are powerless to stop it or change it but perhaps the day will come where we can reverse time.

Or is time and history and lost knowledge and answers hidden from us forever?….

The Witch in the Underground

This is the story of a thief and his encounter with a Witch on the underground in London.

‘I rode across Westminster Bridge quickly as I had just been involved in a violent assault of a woman not far from Westminster Abbey. My mind was fuelled with evasion and detection and headed down towards the underground. It was late at night and I had to get to Tower Hamlets. I was a wanted criminal for many crimes. Often attacks and muggings of young women.

I rode fast on a stolen moped knowing the police would be searching for it. Then before me out of the darkness came a shape of a woman. She was carrying a large bag with her. I took my chance and as I drove past I snatched the bag and drove off. I sensed the woman had fell to the ground. I abandoned the moped round the corner and ran to the underground.

I entered the train carriage and it was empty. I began making my way through the train and sat down with the large bag I had stolen.

There was no one else on the train and I began to open the bag. The contents surprised me. There was a small shovel covered in mud, a crystal ball, a strange bag wrapped up and a book. I opened the book and on the opening page it said ‘Mary Sabden’. Every page was a book of recipes and spells of some sort of magic. I read them and laughed at who this idiot Mary Sabden was and her strange interests.

Then I opened the strange bag. The contents was disturbing. Within the small bag folded up was – fingers.

I paused and looked. They was definitely real human fingers….

I looked around to see if anyone else was there. There was no one.

Then I heard someone speak to me…

Hello Samuel said a woman.

I turned to see a young beautiful woman sat opposite me. She wore a Hood and had long dark hair.

A little shining light passed through a pentagram necklace she wore almost like a lightning bolt.

The train was now in full flow.

A strange wind seemed to blow her hair but the wind seemed to only effect her presence and nowhere else.

Who are you? I asked.

I am the owner of that bag. Those are my fingers I have gathered for my spells She said.

Why have you got fingers? Who do they belong to? I asked shocked.

I got them from the cemetry. She said.

I am the new victim of you she said laughing evil at me.

Then her face changed to the woman I had just attacked before I stole the bag. The woman near Westminster Abbey.

Or am I your last victim? Her hair was now blonde and her appearance changed completely to another girl.

She began to cry and use a different voice. A voice of the other woman.

How could you attack me like that? Why? What harm did I do to you? She said crying.

Her face was horrific with bad cuts and bruises all over her face where I had attacked her. Blood poured from her nose.

Then began tears of blood.

She stood up and came over to me. Before me stood my previous victim. Then she pointed at me.

Lightning passed through my body and I felt paralysed.

Revenge revenge for all your victims is upon you. Now is the time for you to be the victim and for you to face fear and feel so weak and powerless just like you did with all them women. She roared.

I fell to the floor and began to crawl. I couldn’t reach my knife. I turned and looked up at her. She grabbed the bag and put the fingers in it. She held the book and the pages began to turn and stopped on a page. She looked at it and chanted a spell.

‘Many faces show many horrors and evil of a mans past, shall return to haunt him one by one at last’ she said.

Her face flashed through all the faces of my previous victims. The lights in the carriage began to flicker.

I raced into the next carriage but there was nobody there. I turned and paniced and pressed the alarm but it didn’t work. I could hear invisible children crying on certain seats. Sobbing in fright and sadness. But there was no one there.

I seen a silhouette of a person coming through the doors into this carriage. The woman entered again and then her face turned into my mother. She grinned at me and spoke in my mothers voice.

The look in my mums face was of severe anger and hatred and almost demonic.

Never had I seen such hatred in my mothers face.

Her eyes glew red and she attacked me like a demonic monster

Then she returned to the original witch. She grinned at me.

She grabbed the crystal ball from her bag and held it and it began to glow and shot a light across the whole carriage.

When I could see again Mary Sabden wasn’t there.

The carriage went silent for a second. Then behind me at the other end of the carriage I heard the sound of sobbing.

I turned and sat on one of the seats was a young girl of about 8 years old.

I slowly approached her and she continued to cry.

Are you OK? I asked.

She looked at me crying.

No I am not OK she said.

What’s the matter? What’s happened? I asked.

She looked at me crying.

Fright filled my body again.

I looked at her shocked and scared.

Then the carriage door opened and a man entered with anger in his face. His eyes glew red and he looked at the girl. He grabbed her by the hand and dragged her off the seat towards the carriage door.

I tried to stop her but it was too late. I was powerless to help her. He put her under his arm aggressively and left through the doors.

I closed my eyes and then opened them. Before me sat a black cat which hissed at me demonically. The cat then bit me hard on the hand and ran off.

Then the witch returned before me.

She sat down next to me.

Who are you? What do I need to do? I asked.

I am Mary Sabden. I am a witch and belong to a witches coven. I practice in black magic and the occult and possess knowledge from the demons.

I never knew people like you exist. I said.

I was born to evil, evil is just my way of life and it is all I have ever known. Unlike you Samuel who chose evil. That is much much worse. You can stop all this by doing the right thing.

Then she dissapeared.

The train came to a halt at my station. I looked at the open door and ran quick onto the station. I found the nearest phone and rang my mum.

It rang and rang… Then she answered.

Mum, mum are you OK? I asked.

Yes I am fine why? She asked.

Luckily all my family was fine and had experienced nothing that evening.

The next call I made was to the police to hand myself in….

After many years I never commited another crime… But the cat bites still remained….

The Zombie in London

This is a mans story of a meeting with a zombie last halloween in London.

‘I was driving the black cabs around London doing the late night shift. We had just entered what is known as ‘witching hour’ on Halloween but I have never really been interested in that nonsense.

This particular night I was driving and I seen a young girl in an all white dress flag me down. She looked a little spooky but on Halloween you think nothing of it. I slowed down and she climbed into the cab.

Where to? I asked her.

She didn’t respond at first she gazed at the house she had just left.

Take me to Hampstead Heath she said slowly. I gazed at her as she pulled out a small piece of rope and began playing with it. I began to drive.

I noticed she had blood on her hands and face and she was dressed a bit raggy.

Been to a Halloween party? I asked.

She continued playing with the rope.

No. I dont have the time anymore for parties. I just paid a visit to my ex boyfriend she said.

He lives in a nice area of London. My grandmother used to live in this area. I grew up here. I said

As I passed a streetlamp I seen her face light up she didn’t seem right.

Is everything OK? I asked.

Yes can you hurry up please I dont have long. I need to be at Hampstead Heath. She said.

OK sorry. So do you live with your boyfriend? I asked being a bit nosey at this strange girl in my cab.

She didn’t say anything for a few seconds.

I used to once. But not since last year. We had an argument…..she said.

Oh sorry to hear that. Its a shame when people cannot sort out issues but life is life. I hope you are happy in life now I said.

She fidgeted with the rope.

I am a little happier now. Now that I have found him and got revenge she said.

She raised her hands a little to look at the rope and the blood covered her hands. I began to get a little anxious as I didn’t quite understand this situation.

You OK? You have blood on your hands. I asked.

Its OK it isn’t my blood. She replied.

I looked at this woman acting strange in the back and as we passed a light I thought her eyes went red. I began to panic a little and was desperate to get to Hampstead Heath.

She looked at me in the mirror.

Its my ex boyfriends blood she said calmly.

I froze a little.

Why what’s happened love? I asked.

I have killed him. I have eaten his flesh and covered myself in his blood. Oh and I used this rope to strangle him to death. She said.

I paused and decided she must be joking.

I thought you was being serious then love I said grinning.

She didn’t smile back and carried on playing with the rope.

Sounds like you have had a fun night then I said.

She didn’t smile and continued acting strange.

So what did he do to deserve that? I asked smiling.

She looked at me again.

Last year he murdered me using this rope. He brutally attacked me and strangled me to death in our home after I found out about him and another woman. So he decided to shut me up and bury me she said.

I froze a little concerned.

Look love if something has happened to you shouldn’t I take you to the police so you can report it? I said.

She grinned.

Its too late for that. They didn’t take me being missing seriously and didn’t even look for me. Apparantly my ex boyfriend told people I had ran off with some man and used my phone and told my friends I had. No one believed or knew I was dead. Now I returned for my revenge.

She leaned forward and showed me rope burns round her neck.

My heart began to race quick and this was a situation where I was way out of my depth.

Death will come to us all. Death came to me and now death came to him. I dont wait around for Karma. I am Karma. He died at the hands of the person he murdered in evil. He created evil and gave birth to this. She said.

Seriously love you are scaring me now. I suggest you tell your parents or the police if you have been a victim of crime. I said.

I speeded up to get to Hampstead Heath quicker.

If people knew the truth of the horrors of what happens after death and the monsters and worlds you are exposed to then no one would want to die and no one would want anyone else to die. She said.

Life is a beautiful paradise taken for granted. She said.

What are you? I asked.

I dont know. I just awoke crawling from my grave to return here. I remembered everything.

Are you going to kill me? I asked scared.

I was relieved for the glass in between me and her in the taxi.

Maybe, maybe not. Depends if you dont take me to Hampstead Heath she said.

I am going there now we are nearly there. I said.

I arrived at Hampstead heath.

Just round this corner and down the dirt track she said.

I stopped down a farm road facing some woods. My lights lit up the small forest.

She leaned forward near the glass.

Thank you. She whispered and her glews lit up red.

I unlocked the doors for her and she climbed out and walked slowly and strangely towards the woods in the beam of my car headlights she passed the first trees and entered the forests and I could still see her clearly. Then before my eyes she vanished into thin air…..

I drove off as quick as I could….

Upon arrival back at the cab office I told my fellow drivers…. And upon inspection of the back of my cab…. Was the small blood stained piece of rope…..

A meeting with a Vampire

This is the story of a policeman in London in 1994 and his encounter with a Vampire.

‘It was approaching Halloween and the nights was going cold and the nights was drawing in over London. There had been an increase in the deaths of young people in London found with strange markings on their bodies such as puncture marks to certain parts. So the belief was that a cult was on the rise in England.

I thought little of it until one certain night when I was doing a night shift. I had been sent to investigate a disturbance close by and the sound of a man screaming.

I arrived at the scene in my police car and got out to investigate. I headed down an alleyway and came out on a remote industrial area outside a small warehouse. The time was round about 3am. I flashed my torch everywhere and suddenly seen a man lying on the floor in pain. Stood over him was a figure with a Hood and as I flashed my torch it lit up the face of a woman and her eyes glew blood red and she moved away quick. I flashed my light around and there was no one around.

The man got to his feet and quickly stumbled off in shock covered in blood. I asked him if he was ok and he nodded but got in his car parked across road and drove away.

I heard a noise behind me and the sounds of someone whispering. I set off down the path further into the remote area.

The moon shone a little helping me see and a shadow was cast. A woman flew towards me at speed knocking me over. I got up quick but my torch had rolled away. The woman came again and threw me across the yard far.

I seen her and she moved in a flash. There was long dark hair coming out of her black hood and the moon made her look pale.

I got my baton out to protect myself but she attacked me non stop and I dropped my baton to the floor.

She grabbed hold of me by my neck and lifted me up with one hand.She had some immense strength. She was almost playing with me.

She dropped me to the floor and I began crawling away. She pulled me back and threw me in another direction as if I was a toy.

There was a small cage near by used for forklift truck drivers. I stumbled into that quick and slammed the cage shut and wrapped the chain around and sealed it. She came to the cage fast and stared at me in the face through the bars. Her eyes was dark red and her hair black and skin pale. Her mouth was covered in dark red blood. She looked at me and began shaking the cage and bars. But she struggled to move the bars. She rattled the cage back and two and became more and more desperate. After a few minutes of this she stopped and seemed to become weaker and weaker and whispered what sounded like ‘blood need it’ faintly. She turned and flew off away from me but stopped and then fell to the floor in a heap.

I watched wondering if I should get out of the cage. After a couple of minutes in my own pain from injuries I left the cage and walked slowly over to the figure lying in a heap on the floor. Her hands moved a little but she had become almost unconcious and weak.

I stood over her and removed the Hood. There was a girl under the hood with dark lips. She was freezing cold and her eyes flickered slowly open and shut. She looked at me and her eyes were changing from dark red to black. I got my torch but my radio had been broken.

She reached her hand out to me again and it shuddered. I decided I had no choice but to help her….

Blood ran from my fingers from an injury and I let it drip from my fingers into her mouth. Her tongue lapped it up and she re-gained strength but not alot. She got stronger and stronger as I fed her. I picked her up and carried her to my car to get her to hospital. I put her in the back of the police car and began driving. I reported it in over my radio. I looked in my rear view mirror and she was sat upright in the back staring at me. I looked at the road and back again and she was gone…..

It wasn’t until the next night I seen her again…

It was 3.30am and I was driving down close to Tower Bridge on my way back to the station when suddenly before me on the road she appeared before me and I had to emergency stop. She floated in the air about 3 inches off the floor and her hood and cloak covered her with only her mouth showing. I sat and gazed at this creature and she flew off down an alley. I parked the car and wondered if I should walk down after her…I decided to do so….

The alley took me onto a balcony overlooking the Thames with Tower Bridge on my left…. The moon shone bright and it was a quiet night.

I could see the hooded figure before me facing away from me overlooking the river. I approached slowly and she didn’t move and I stood next to her about 6 feet away. My heart beat was fast. She was motionless and didn’t move and she had a fixed gaze.

‘What are you?’ I asked.

Her head turned towards me and the moon lit up her face.

‘Vampire, Witch, Demon maybe all three’ she said.

‘Why are you here and what is it you want and why are you out all night like this?’ I asked.

‘The day is bright and blinding. The sun shall only blind and burn you, but the night and the moon are beautiful and peaceful’ she replied

‘Why have you killed them people? Innocent people. You surely shouldn’t be alive surely you should die’ I said.

‘I shall die when love dies, when the curse of love over mankind has been broken. Afterall it is love who made a monster out of me. The people I seeked and killed are those who brought heartbreak just as I was once exposed to. Love is only pain and suffering and dependance. Love is hell and people in love are enslaved and blinded to the truth just like the sun blinds them so does love’ she said.

‘You cannot go round killing people. It is cruel and evil. Where are you from? ‘ I asked.

‘I love and crave and desire blood. It is my own need. My only fixation to survive. Oh beautiful blood’ she said.

‘How is it you still exist? ‘ I asked.

‘Over the years people have feared me. Yet they go church and drink a symbol of the blood of Christ. Just like what I do – drink blood. I have been told of many Gods. So which one of the so called Gods sentenced me to such a dark destiny?’ she said.

‘Please stop it all. I beg you’ I said.

‘I would like to thank you for saving me. You are the first person I have spoken to since the second world war. I wish you no further harm and I won’t kill humans no more’ she said.

‘I helped you because I seen a human in you, humanity and nature and a person’ I said.

‘Kindness I have never experienced.I have been dead since 1664 and felt no warmth. It is rare in life and is like a drug people become addicted to when it is shown rather like blood’ she said

‘Look I am scared of you. I have no idea what you are or why you are here but this has to stop. It is evil to continue such actions’ I said.

‘And what is evil? Evil is the way of life. I kill for a purpose, for survival even though I am the undead. Whereas the land of the living is day to day evil such as wars and hate and murder and abuse of children. Mankind is true evil. People preach love but love is a curse. I hate love. Love breaks people and changes who they are and corrupts their mind and dreams’ she said.

‘Love is a beautiful act between two humans beings. Everyone seeks love and to be happy. It is lifes way’ I said.

‘Love is of one person controlling the mind of another. People say I am evil but it is not me taking over the mind of another and bewitching them and toying with their emotions. To depend on another who is not of your blood is insanity of mankind’ she said. She gazed at me powerfully.

‘Soon is another sunrise and the light but really it is darkness of many hearts. It is a dark world. The light only fades and dissapears whereas darkness is eternal. Darkness is beautiful, mysterious and suffocating’ she said.

‘There is nothing as beautiful as sunrise, a new day and a new start’ I said.

‘No one makes a new start, they just do the same things, ignorance of the suffering and of war and famine. As long as they are OK they forget the rest. People want everything and to leave people with nothing. Greed is mankind. Cruelty is within the living who pretend they live in the light and follow the light where the majority show no light only darkness whereas I exist in the darkness and see only the light of the peaceful moon and of the beautiful stars’ she said.

‘There are good people, they seek true and eternal love and happiness. Life is beautiful’ I said.

‘There are no good role models only bad ones in life. Only in death can love be eternal. There is no happiness in life when you life to pay bills and be enslaved by the rich and enslaved by love. There is no happiness and no freedom only pity’ she said.

‘I must go now it will soon be dawn and I can only exist in the night. You will not see me again and I promise not to kill again as a pact to you after you helped me’ she said

She turned and her eyes went red and she smiled a little.

She flew off over the Thames river and into the shadows….

I never seen her again and the killings stopped…..

The dream world

Our dreams are strange unusual events which take place as we sleep. They are fascinating and unusual of unsual events and goings on. What do our dreams mean?

I find when I remember a dream I wonder what it was for and why did it happen? Why did I dream that? Do dreams have any meanings to my awake life?

The dream world is often a much safer world than reality. Within my dreams the monsters are not as scary as the monsters of reality. Dreams are worlds where we are safe. They are a window to a beautiful crazy existance and goings on but how many of us dont remember our dreams?

I have attempted to keep a dream log but sometimes as I awake the dream fades and I forget details.

Are there different types of dreams? Do we enter sub concious levels and delve deep into alternative outcomes?

Sometimes in my dreams I am talking to people often a good friend as if it is them but the appearance is of someone else. There are people in my dreams I have never ever met before so who are these people? Has my brain recorded all the faces I have seen on the street and replayed them through a dream?

Dreams are fascinating and so hard to figure out. Last night I was with a friend and we was really high up on a diving board. When I jumped I went very very close to the edge of the pool and just missed the side. I have never been in this swimming pool before. Why did this scene happen?

Alot of people dream about what has happened within the day. Often with a twist involved and something unusual has happened added by the dream. Perhaps our dreams can teach us plenty about situations and people.

I was once told in school we dream in black and white and dreams are in silence but this has never happened to me. I remember the colours and the sounds. I remember thinking then and now – which idiot thought of this and how did he discover this crazy theory which to me is not true…maybe this is just his dreams?

Some people face a strange dream issue – re-occuring dreams. Where they have the same dream over and over for nights on end. Why does this happen? Some dreams are friendly enough but can torture your mind if you remember them.

Some dreams are so real, so vivid they are just like real life. They feel like you are awake. Once I dreamt of a big spider in my bed and I ran and moved from it. But it came after me and I was punching it non stop. Then it dissapeared. Everything stayed the same, the darkness, the room and me… But the spider was gone and I was awake. It was as if I was dreaming with my eyes partially open. Can we dream with our eyes open at times and mix dreams and reality?

I remember once in the middle of the night I heard a noise. I peeped out of my bedroom door and seen my brother walking through the darkness. His face was in a trance and he was wrapped in his bed covers. He walked past me down the hall and down the stairs in some sleep walking state. I peeped down watching him walk slow like a zombie. Luckily my mum heard him as well and stopped him and woke him up and took him back to bed. But I often wonder up to this very day… Where was he going?

Dreams are magnificent and deep and out of our control. They teach us plenty and give us ideas and inspiration for life. But nightmares are different again…

Nightmares create the most craziest scenarios and send us through them of scary places, events and people which can have us terrified and talking, moving and sweating in our sleep in fright. Scary events taking place which are fascinating creations of our mind. Why does our mind do this? Why does it play on our fears and securities? I have had many frightening dreams. Some can give us fears and phobias and some nightmares can be on our mind for days to come re-living the event.

So the dream world is mysterious and deep and unknown. It is an unknown unexplored world with no answers as to why these things happen. Perhaps we will never truly know the answers but perhaps a little mystery in life is a good thing. The dream world and sleep world is a fascinating breath taking world at times from reality and enters a world where our imagination is king. So I hope tonight your dreams are fascinating and fun and I hope you dont have nightmares….

Magic Halloween

Halloween or all hallows eve has to be one of the most exciting times of the year. As the nights draw in we are greeted with Halloween. I love Halloween. It is such a funtime and exciting and dark, creepy and mysterious. 

It is the day of the dead, the night of the spirits,  the acknowledgement of Paranormal forces. The witness and involvement in mainly evil entities and horror stories. 

I used to love ghost stories. They enchanted me and listened intently. Hiding under the covers as a child and wondering if there is anything lurking in the dark or under the bed. Images of witches flying past the moon,  ghosts creeping up the stairs and vampires stalking their human prey for blood in the dead of night. The scaryness and darkness is what we all bask in on this dark night of mainly of evil entities. In history people used to use the scary face on the pumpkin to warn away evil spirits but now we bask in scary creatures of darkness and dress evil. Everyone dresses in the darkness of death and evil creatures outfits and make themselves look scary for fun. 

‘As you walk home in the darkness of Halloweens magic spooky night,  while the full moon is big and bright

Keep your eyes out for the shadow passing of a witches hat,  and the shadow of a black cat

Listen for the evil laugh of a witch and the howling of her cat,  as she spells magic from her broomstick of which she is sat

As you wander through the dark you will hear the whisper of death at your side,  perhaps it is Dracula searching for his next bride

Look out for the eyes of red,  listen out for the sounds of footsteps on the stairs and the whisper of your name as you lie in bed,  perhaps it is the spirits of the dead’

The atmosphere of Halloween is amazing,  Candles take on a new meaning of magic candles and flames and people are excited for parties. Everyone has bought sweets for when children knock on the door for trick or treat dressed up as witches and Vampires and Skeletons. What a fantastic night. As a child I loved trick or treat and the thrill of knocking on peoples doors and gathering as many sweets as possible. It was a thrill when really young being out late for a child in the dark and meeting strangers. 

It is a time when for a day you can become something or someone else and escape the everyday you. A time when decorating the house is amazing and exciting to make it scary and creepy for people and parties. I love carving the pumpkin. I love making the face on it and watching it glow with a candle in it. 

This is one day of the year when all those people normally easily frightened by scary things come together to bask in this fun fuelled horror frenzy dressing up in scary dark outfits and party season begins. What a wonderful magical time. 

Halloween reminds me mainly of the Witch. The Witch is a massive symbol of Halloween. Halloween is part of the ancient Pagan religion of which witches were priestesses of. The black witch and her black magic is notorious for Halloween and stories. Many people dress as a black Witch. Casting her evil spells and magic and potions. She enforces her magic upon unsuspecting victims flying on her broomstick in the dead of night. Witches operate by the ancient pagan religion and worship nature and the cycles of the moon. They know when the moon is at its strongest and weakest and cast spells by the moon and its many cycles. They know when it’s the winter solstice and celebrate it. 

There are good witches who practice and worship nature peacefully and the evil witches we mainly know and hear about who practice sorcery, black magic and evil. Spells. Those who belong to a witches coven. The ones we know of from stories and scary films such as the Blair Witch project and the paranormal activity saga.

A witches black cat is in Western culture – a bad omen. If a black cat ever crosses your path you are supposed to be cursed with bad luck. It is a symbol of witchcraft and the occult. They are a witches companion. 

Witches and cats are drawn together like a magnet. They are meant to be together. They are similar as in astute, wise and independent. When witch and cat are together the magic is stronger. 

We are nearing that time of year when Hocus Pocus shall be on my tele. As mild Halloween films go this has to be one of the best for all ages to watch. The story of three Witch Sisters in Salem,  USA.  This is a fantastic little tale and brings out the essence of Halloween. Considering its technically Disney I really enjoy watching it. The story is amazing and you are kept watching all the way through as it is drama non stop. 

In the UK we had the Pendle Witches.  I love the story of the Witches. There was a group of them who practiced Black magic upon Pendle Hill and were hunted and hung as Witches during the Pendle Witch trials. Their legacy lives on to this day and hasn’t been forgotten. Names like Old Demdike,  Chattox and Alison Devize are carved into dark evil English medieval history.  It is said Alison Devize met a peddler on the road and he refused to sell his pegs to her. So she cursed him with death. The Peddler died a few yards up the road. Dropping dead instantly. 

Old Demdike was said to be in touch with the devil himself who often appeared to her as a boy and at times bit her to drain blood. 

The Confession of Demdike

2nd April, 1612 (as recorded by Thomas Pott’s inDiscovery of Witches, 1613).

The said Elizabeth Southerns [alias Demdike] confesseth, and sayth; that about twenty years past, as she was coming homeward from begging, there met her near unto a stonepit in Gouldshey, in the said Forrest of Pendle, a spirit or devil in the shape of a boy, the one half of his coat black, and the other brown, who bade her stay, saying to her, that if she would give him her soul, she should have any thing that she would request.

The mystery of their history continues to this day.  You can go round Pendle visiting the town and haunted Grave Yard and farm and cottage where some of the witches lived. If you visit the cemetry in Newchurch it is said a black cat often sits on one of the graves of the witches buried there. Luckily for me my family wandered the sites while I spent afternoon and most of the evening in the Pendle Witch Inn pub (thats right I’m bad)  

Do such things really exist?  Are there ghosts wandering through trapped between this world and the next?  Do creatures lurk in the shadows such as Witches and Warewolves and Vampires just stalking us home….Watching and waiting. Listen out for the creek of the staircase in the thick of night. 

Vampires have always been feared in history and movies and are majestic yet seductive. The vampire desires our blood and wants sink his fangs into the necks of many to quench his thirst. In recent years vampires have become a favourite due to the Twilight saga and there has become a love and a romance in vampire love stories due to this trend. But be careful who we fall in love for because the vampire is dark and seductive. 

We must remember the roots of Halloween as an ancient Pagan festival. Worshipped as a day when people believed at Witching hour the spirits of the dead returned to the living for one hour. People traditionally used to set a place at the table for their loved ones who were supposed to return. During Witching hour it is believed that the veil is at its thinnest between this world and the spirit world. Can you imagine if such a thing took place and the spirits did return. Perhaps they do… 

I have had a few ghost encounters over the years. Nothing obvious and possibly explainable. It is mainly noises, movements, shadows and whispers and dreams. 

One night I dreamt of my grandad. He was a shadow and he was walking off into a bright light. He turned and looked at me he was just all black. Then he began floating backwards arms out stretched into the light. I awoke as the phone was ringing. It was midnight and it was my nana. She was panicing as my grandad had just died in bed. Maybe this was co-incidence who knows. But to me it was real. 

Another time I had a scary encounter at 5am. I was disturbed at this time by something and I remember opening one eye. A shadow of a man passed along the wall and I seen the back of him in the mirror as he came round side of bed. The next thing I know I couldn’t move. I could only move my eyes I felt paralyzed. He stared at me. He wore a brown 1940s suit and his head was slicked back and he had a pocket watch. I had never ever seen him before but to this very day I can remember his face. 

These different events are what make the paranormal so fascinating to me. Many people are disbelievers but how can they deny so definately when the majority of people have a ghost story or know someone who does?  Perhaps it is a world we dont understand yet and personally I hope its never discovered as I love lifes mysteries it makes life exciting. Belief in a spirit world also brings comfort to many as we all hope to see our loved ones again someday.

If anyone has any ghost stories you shall have to let me know. 

I hope everyone has an amazing beautiful spooky Halloween and a fun fright filled night. 

The power of the mind

The mind – the most powerful tool you possess. They say you can do anything if you put your mind to it. Your mind is amazing. It creates your imagination,  your images,  your perceptions and your creativity. Your mind is behind your auras and energies and your image which is not seen by the eye. 

While you are asleep your mind is in full flow creating dreams. These are often made up of faces, places, people and situations you have never met and never been in. Your mind creates wonderful scenarios and images which are completely out of your control. The mind has many depths of consciousness. Ones we shall never understand currently. 

Imagine your mind is a beautiful garden. Now imagine planting your dreams as seeds. Let these dreams grow. Dig up the weeds. Your dreams will flourish if you let them grow. Never give up on your dreams. Once you have planted these seeds. Your mind shall grow them and it shall slowly become into your life more and more. Your visualization is powerful. Visualize your dreams. Make them happen. Visualise the life you want and let it become. 

If you believe in something strong enough – you will see it. You will experience it and it shall become. 

If you are positive enough,  you shall attract positive, your whole world shall be filled with the positive. There is power and motivation and empowerment within positivity. If you let confidence ooze from you then you are on the right path. Fear is the enemy of success which we must overcome. The more confident and positive we become the less fear will leave us standing still and break our dreams. 

If we focus on negative,  if we pass round negative – then negative shall return to us stronger. If we wish to recieve kindness, we must pass round kindness. We must become what we desire to recieve. 

Whatever we wish to attract – first we must be ourselves. Like attracts like is what they say. Your mind is powerful. If you give off bad vibrations and negative vibrations this will release the same energies from your body and attract more of the same. If you seek good then first you must also be good. Being a bad person can surely never bring you any good? It is a world which exists beyond our eyes – the laws and energies of nature. Divine laws of the universe. 

No dream will ever be achieved without action. – (this is one where I need to practice what I preach) 

Where do you wish to be in one years time? Imagine yourself in a year – what do you wish to of achieved?  What is stopping you?  We must never stand still. We must strive to our goals. Within belief is results. 

Yes life is a gamble and it was from the moment we was concieved. Everything we do is a gamble. We gamble our emotions often,  we gamble our directions and our outcomes and we dont even realize we do so. 

Life is all about money. But money is man made. Money is the biggest cause of all ill health. But remember – you are here for a human experience. Enjoy it and make the most of it. Dont cower into a corner. Be strong and brave and take it all on. Where is the joy in weakness? We must remember no one is perfect we all make mistakes but we must continue to believe in ourselves and progress ourselves. Your mind is your best friend. Believe and rewards shall flourish to you. 

We live in a world where it is man made. Man made laws and cities and and realities and issues. Money is the centre of this man made world. When really we live and operate under the laws of divine nature. We are born to nature,  and when we die we return to nature. As I said before we are all here for a human experience. Enjoy it and be true to yourself. All that a person can be – they must be. 

We all without realizing operate under divine laws of the universe. Our energies are more important than we could ever know. Our mind is more powerful than ever. Our minds are beautiful powerful entities. We are all sending out energies and vibrations. 

We are all connected as one through a divine beautiful universe which all has been created within. We was all created from the same entities and energies. We are all one. We are all spiritual beings. Our physical world is merely the tip of the ice berg. Deep below the surface of us all is vast spritual depth. 

Everything has an opposite. Hate is the opposite of love, cold is the opposite of hot, darkness is the opposite of light, negative is the opposite of positive, Why would you want to live a life of hate, cold,  negativity and darkness?  

For us to have peace we must first have inner peace. If we have inner peace and calm within ourselves then our outside world shall be peace also. The biggest battle we face is often within ourselves. We must learn to love ourselves. We must forgive ourselves for our mistakes. We must accept who we are. 

Within love circles if you don’t respect yourself,  love yourself and believe in yourself how can you expect someone else to do the same towards you? If you dont believe in you, if you seek love desperatately, then you change your perception and energies and you disturb your inner peace. You throw a stone into your pond and cause many vibrations. This releases desperate negative energies and brings forward negative bad energies from others. Whereas if you do believe in yourself then the energies we release of good vibrations will attract good partners. Dont accept anything less than you deserve. Your outside world begins within your inside world. Its all about how you project yourself. 

We are in charge of our own lives. We can change the people and surroundings around us. We have the power to do this. Our outer world is a mirror image of our inner world. We must take responsability for our own lives. 

The past cannot be changed – but the future is in your hands

So imagine what you can achieve….If you just put your mind to it…. 

An Angels wing

Once upon a time my grandmother told me that when you find a white feather in your path an angel is near. Your guardian angel contacting and guiding you. 

I have heard this theory a few times over the years from different people and always put it down to superstition or an old wives tale etc and that its just the feather of a bird and that people were being silly. 

But recently I had my first encounter with this mystic white feather. 

I had been thinking alot lately of my grandmother who had passed on a few years ago. She had been entering my dreams etc for a short spell and reminding me of her. I wondered if she was ok wherever she was or even if she was anywhere. At times my faith is tested and at times I will be sceptical of God etc.  

Recently was one of them times where I had been sceptical of the existance of God and had a spell of trying to detatch myself and see what it felt like – to live in a world for what it was. No God,  no divine,  no spiritworld, nothing but humans wandering round on a planet existing and that we was alone. It started off strong… 

Then the dreams began of relatives passed over, of nana talking to me in her home, or sat in mums chair etc. They werent unusual dreams they were just normal dreams nothing special but the people in them had returned at a certain point.  Luck also faded slightly and finances and job became harder in a few brief days. Luck went against me etc. 

So just when I seeked a source of comfort it happened. Almost divinely it came to me. I pulled up on mums drive in my car and got out. I stood there and there was no wind and was a peaceful day when suddenly before me fell – a white feather. 

It drifted slowly to the floor and landed at my feet. I stood there and looked at it. It was a beautiful pure white feather and I had no idea where it came from. I picked it up and looked at it. It was pure white. I wondered what kind of a bird it could of come from?  Usually seagulls have grey or dark grey or blue tints on the end and there isn’t many of them where I live either.  It was brilliant white. Thats when I remembered the superstition and the myth of the white feather. Where did this feather come from? 

I have always since growing up been unsure of religion and never really followed it.  I never studied it etc. I never believed in mermaids and fairies and goblins etc and I placed angels in this category but in my mind I always believed in God and Ghosts etc. 

This was a fascinating insight into spiritual beings we are all told about through our lives. Where had this feather come from? 

It was brilliant white something like you would expect to see on an angels wings. 

Whether it was an angel close by or not or my guardian angel I shall never know but either way it was a source of comfort for me and was nice and felt happy because I felt like I was being looked after. I imagined my guardian angel. It gave me comfort and a love feeling. Was I being protected by a spiritual being helping me through life? I imagined the beautiful white wings of an angel. 

Once before I have believed I experienced an angel many years ago. I was in bed and at a low in my life. I didn’t know what to do. I was lost and alone and worried and scared. I lay in bed sad and alone. Thats when I felt a warmth take over me. I suddenly felt guidance and answers and a way forward and more at peace. It was beautiful. I felt like I had been touched by an angel. Perhaps people will say it is in my imagination who knows but whatever happened it helped me move forward. 

There could be other explanations etc and I am not someone who jumps to conclusions and immediate answers of the divine. Maybe there was a good explanation. But the idea of an angel worked for me and made me feel comfort. It helped me rise again and have direction. 

Oh at times when I am at a low how I wish I had an angel,  how I hope I do have a guardian angel who can protect me and guide me and keep me from hurt and pain and sadness. May they lead me to safety and keep me from harm and heartache. May they help me to do the right thing and help my life be the best it can be despite the pain and the sadness at times we will suffer. At times we will all be at a low. But may the angels help us rise again and guide us to a little piece of heaven on Earth that we all crave and need and want.

So may the white feathers fall close by us all,  May the divine let us know they are there with us. 

I dont believe I am blessed. No more than anyone else. Perhaps the signs are always there for us all to see. But perhaps at times with our busy lives we fail to notice. 

Do I believe in Angels… I would like to say yes

Haunted locations – Croxteth Hall, Liverpool

I went to visit Croxteth hall five years ago the day after Halloween.  It was a rainy day and all around Croxteth hall there was no one to be seen. The hall had stood there for around 600 years or so.  I entered the gift shop to buy my tickets to enter the hall.  You have to buy the entry tickets in the gift shop and go through a door into the gift shop into the hall. 

http://liverpoolcityhalls.co.uk/croxteth-hall

I entered the hall and was at the bottom of the grand old main staircase.  To the left of me was the original entrance and to the right the stairs and a passageway along the staircase to the downstairs rooms.  It was periodically created such as styled to suit Victorian times.  Fake paraffin lamps flickered at top of the stairs.  Old music played quietly.  

My first impression of the place was a strange and unique location.  It was a tourist attraction and each room had motion sensors so when you enter a room voices and sounds play as if it was the people who used to live there living their lives.  

As I stood at the bottom of the staircase I heard one of the audio themes begin to play in one of the rooms upstairs which I thought was strange as I was the only one in the hall.  I ignored it and continued my journey down a passage to lower floor rooms along side the stairs.  I could hear the heavy rain hitting the windows.  It was quiet and the atmosphere was silent and close. The cold air circulated gently around the passageway.  

I arrived at the old wine cellar and it was a little darker here as not much natural light. I looked into the cellar and jumped a little.  Stood in the cellar facing the beer barrels with his back to me was a man in an old fashioned tuxedo.  He was motionless. My heart raced a little then I realized it was a waxwork model!  The hall had various models scattered about the place such as maids and workers.  

I continued and walked down the coridoor into the kitchen area.  The main door into the courtyard was open and the rain was heavy and the only sound I could hear. In the coridoor was a pigeon. I walked close to the Pigeon but he didn’t move at all which I thought was unusual… 

I entered a door into the kitchen.  Either side of the door was windows looking into the coridoor all the way along to the walls.  The audio music played and I took photos.  I stood still looking at my camera pictures for a minute and the audio music had gone off and as I hadn’t moved it didn’t come back on.  

Then from another room I heard a door open.  I turned and looked surprised as I was the only one in and this door was from ahead of me.  I looked through the window which shown the hall coridoor. 

Coming along the coridoor I could see a dark Hood making its way along.  The feet sounded heavy. I seen him stop roughly around where the Pigeon had been.  He reached the door to the kitchen and I seen a hooded figure about 170cm tall and a grotesque face. He wore old fashioned heavy sandals and a long dark cloak and had bare legs.  He jumped when he saw me as if he didn’t expect me to be there… 

He stood and stared at me for about twenty seconds. His face was like ‘rotting’ and his hair had a grey strip going under his Hood. Then he continued walking and slammed another door further up… Then he returned with his heavy footsteps… Stared again for what seemed forever but really was about ten seconds.. I seen the pigeon under his arm.  He then dissapeared into a locked room not for the public and never came back… 

The sad thing about it was the whole time I had a camera in my hand the whole time but failed to take a photograph… At the time I didn’t think of it as I was too much in the grip of the situation.  

I attempted to continue to wander the tour of the hall but couldn’t as my imagination kicked in and I had visions of him everywhere bumping into him round corners or on staircases etc or him being hidden amongst the models sat at a table.. It was scary thoughts.  

I went back to the gift shop and reported it and they confirmed no one else had been in before or after me.  The security showed me on cctv but nothing else… 

Now I know people will believe I made this up but this genuinely happened to me…