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I wanted to share my story with your audience. I believe it is a
fascinating story about my encounters with the spirit world. I have no
adequate explanation for them, nor do my parents. I'm not sure what
they represent, or if they are hallucinations, but they appear real.
I am at a loss to explain why I have seen angels, ghosts, UFOs and
disincarnated entities for over 7 years now. Such entities have included:
[a] Allen, my father's father.
Jeff Moritz, the former Flagstaff Peace Officer.
[c] Robert Martin, the former DPS Peace Officer.
[c] Ann, my mother's mother and my grandmother.
[d] James, my mother's father and my grandfather.
[e] "Susan", a guardian angel who first visited me in October 1995.
[f] A Siberian Husky, who first appeared the evening my grandmother
past away (in late-July 2002)
[g] My unborn daughter, who has appeared frequently since October 2000.
[h] Lindsey Chainhalt, who first appeared to me last month.
John Candy, the comedian from various movies
[j] Walter Payton, the NFL athlete from the Chicago Bears
[k] An untold number of ghosts and other apparitions, usually in
graveyards, cemeteries and sometimes during church.
[l] At least three distinct encounters with angels, two in Flagstaff and
one while in Paradise Valley.
[m] One unknown UFO encounter, August 2000, flying overhead
south-southwest at a low altitude, absolutely silent and with no
engine noise whatsoever.
These UFOs flew in formation to form a "triangle", at least seven of them
were present and they distinctly resembled flying saucers seen on
television shows and other UFO reports worldwide.
I have also experienced at least two OBEs and one NDE, where I entered
into a bright light and was shown flashes of my life while on earth. This
transpired while I had briefly fallen asleep, and then I was returned to
my body at the top of my head, to which I received a tremendous jolt and
gasped for breath. When I finally became oriented again, I felt tense and
not relieved at all. I did not discuss this with anyone because I felt I
was losing my mind, or part of my mind.
Additionally, I experienced a vision in a dream-like state in which an
angel with a flowing gown brought my unborn daughter to my side, and asked
her when she would like to come to Earth. She was unsure, so the angel
smiled at me and they reentered the light and then the vision and dream
faded away into oblivion.
In July of 2002, right before my grandmother passed away, I had a strange
dream in which a funeral was taking place and I saw a rose-wood coffin in
the center of a church. There were many people there, and Nana (my
grandmother) was lying in the casket holding a black rose. This was
exactly one week prior to when she did pass away, in July 2002.
As well as the Siberian Husky encounter, I went on a walk the day of her
passing and she kept trying to communicate to me during my long walk
around Flagstaff. I walked from my apartment complex over to Target, and
then around the graveyard near the back of target (I usually prayed at the
statue of Jesus and Mary in the back of the graveyard; I believe it is
called "Cavalry Cemetery").
When I prayed there, I asked Nana for help and advice. She said that she
"loved me", and asked that I go to the end of a long road, near a bench,
and
there I would find a gift. I followed her instructions (she sounded very
far away, and I could barely understand her), I went to the bench I
thought she was telling me about and found a Cabbage Patch doll sitting on
the bench. It was a simple Cabbage Patch doll, wearing a yellow outfit and
diapers. It must have rained recently, because the bench was still soggy
and the doll was as well. I went home and told my friend about
this, and we took the doll home. In fact, I still have the doll to
this day. I'm not sure why my grandmother led me to this doll, or what
significance it has in my life (if any).
In September of 2003, I also had another dream, in which I was walking
through Nana and Hoppo's house looking for them. The entire house was void
of people, and as I was looking around, I remember in the dream that I
looked up at the grandfather clock in the living room and it struck 9 p.m.
As it was sounding the chimes, the phone rang in the dream, and I rushed
to pick it up. No one was there, however.
In a later dream, just before my grandfather, James, passed away,
I had yet another dream in which my grandmother tried to call me on the
telephone and was attempting to explain something to me, but I couldn't
understand her. I still have no idea what she was attempting to
communicate, but she appeared more lively than at any point during the
past fifteen years.
I have also experienced several psychic "flashes" of information, all of
which have come true to some degree. Before she and I broke up, in March
of 2003 (after over two years together), I had a strange psychic flash
that I would be sleeping alone in my bed in Flagstaff, that it would be
the spring of 2003, and that my friend and I would no longer be friends.
This came true. I also had another psychic "flash" 6 months later, in
which
my friend's father raised a glass in toast to me at some sort of wedding,
which (from the flash) appeared to take place in the near future. However,
he was toasting me, not anyone else, which led me to infer that from this
psychic flash I may be picking up information from an event in the cosmic
stream that has yet to occur.
I don't know what all of these experiences mean, nor do I understand them
at all. I don't have adequate explanations for why ghosts, as well as
deceased individuals, feel the need to communicate to me on a daily basis.
I find it unsettling, to say the least. I feel as though I am a conduit
for communication between the living world and the spirit world, and I
don't want to be. I don't need to communicate with them, because they
are always attempting to communicate with me. I have experienced these
things even while on medication for schizophrenia and depression, and
they have not disappeared in the least.
Are my experiences real, or am I hallucinating yet again?
Sincerely,
Paul Allen Panks
dunric@yahoo.com
from Phoenix
--
panks@sdf.lonestar.org
SDF Public Access UNIX System - http://sdf.lonestar.org
I wanted to share my story with your audience. I believe it is a
fascinating story about my encounters with the spirit world. I have no
adequate explanation for them, nor do my parents. I'm not sure what
they represent, or if they are hallucinations, but they appear real.
I am at a loss to explain why I have seen angels, ghosts, UFOs and
disincarnated entities for over 7 years now. Such entities have included:
[a] Allen, my father's father.
Jeff Moritz, the former Flagstaff Peace Officer.
[c] Robert Martin, the former DPS Peace Officer.
[c] Ann, my mother's mother and my grandmother.
[d] James, my mother's father and my grandfather.
[e] "Susan", a guardian angel who first visited me in October 1995.
[f] A Siberian Husky, who first appeared the evening my grandmother
past away (in late-July 2002)
[g] My unborn daughter, who has appeared frequently since October 2000.
[h] Lindsey Chainhalt, who first appeared to me last month.
John Candy, the comedian from various movies
[j] Walter Payton, the NFL athlete from the Chicago Bears
[k] An untold number of ghosts and other apparitions, usually in
graveyards, cemeteries and sometimes during church.
[l] At least three distinct encounters with angels, two in Flagstaff and
one while in Paradise Valley.
[m] One unknown UFO encounter, August 2000, flying overhead
south-southwest at a low altitude, absolutely silent and with no
engine noise whatsoever.
These UFOs flew in formation to form a "triangle", at least seven of them
were present and they distinctly resembled flying saucers seen on
television shows and other UFO reports worldwide.
I have also experienced at least two OBEs and one NDE, where I entered
into a bright light and was shown flashes of my life while on earth. This
transpired while I had briefly fallen asleep, and then I was returned to
my body at the top of my head, to which I received a tremendous jolt and
gasped for breath. When I finally became oriented again, I felt tense and
not relieved at all. I did not discuss this with anyone because I felt I
was losing my mind, or part of my mind.
Additionally, I experienced a vision in a dream-like state in which an
angel with a flowing gown brought my unborn daughter to my side, and asked
her when she would like to come to Earth. She was unsure, so the angel
smiled at me and they reentered the light and then the vision and dream
faded away into oblivion.
In July of 2002, right before my grandmother passed away, I had a strange
dream in which a funeral was taking place and I saw a rose-wood coffin in
the center of a church. There were many people there, and Nana (my
grandmother) was lying in the casket holding a black rose. This was
exactly one week prior to when she did pass away, in July 2002.
As well as the Siberian Husky encounter, I went on a walk the day of her
passing and she kept trying to communicate to me during my long walk
around Flagstaff. I walked from my apartment complex over to Target, and
then around the graveyard near the back of target (I usually prayed at the
statue of Jesus and Mary in the back of the graveyard; I believe it is
called "Cavalry Cemetery").
When I prayed there, I asked Nana for help and advice. She said that she
"loved me", and asked that I go to the end of a long road, near a bench,
and
there I would find a gift. I followed her instructions (she sounded very
far away, and I could barely understand her), I went to the bench I
thought she was telling me about and found a Cabbage Patch doll sitting on
the bench. It was a simple Cabbage Patch doll, wearing a yellow outfit and
diapers. It must have rained recently, because the bench was still soggy
and the doll was as well. I went home and told my friend about
this, and we took the doll home. In fact, I still have the doll to
this day. I'm not sure why my grandmother led me to this doll, or what
significance it has in my life (if any).
In September of 2003, I also had another dream, in which I was walking
through Nana and Hoppo's house looking for them. The entire house was void
of people, and as I was looking around, I remember in the dream that I
looked up at the grandfather clock in the living room and it struck 9 p.m.
As it was sounding the chimes, the phone rang in the dream, and I rushed
to pick it up. No one was there, however.
In a later dream, just before my grandfather, James, passed away,
I had yet another dream in which my grandmother tried to call me on the
telephone and was attempting to explain something to me, but I couldn't
understand her. I still have no idea what she was attempting to
communicate, but she appeared more lively than at any point during the
past fifteen years.
I have also experienced several psychic "flashes" of information, all of
which have come true to some degree. Before she and I broke up, in March
of 2003 (after over two years together), I had a strange psychic flash
that I would be sleeping alone in my bed in Flagstaff, that it would be
the spring of 2003, and that my friend and I would no longer be friends.
This came true. I also had another psychic "flash" 6 months later, in
which
my friend's father raised a glass in toast to me at some sort of wedding,
which (from the flash) appeared to take place in the near future. However,
he was toasting me, not anyone else, which led me to infer that from this
psychic flash I may be picking up information from an event in the cosmic
stream that has yet to occur.
I don't know what all of these experiences mean, nor do I understand them
at all. I don't have adequate explanations for why ghosts, as well as
deceased individuals, feel the need to communicate to me on a daily basis.
I find it unsettling, to say the least. I feel as though I am a conduit
for communication between the living world and the spirit world, and I
don't want to be. I don't need to communicate with them, because they
are always attempting to communicate with me. I have experienced these
things even while on medication for schizophrenia and depression, and
they have not disappeared in the least.
Are my experiences real, or am I hallucinating yet again?
Sincerely,
Paul Allen Panks
dunric@yahoo.com
from Phoenix
--
panks@sdf.lonestar.org
SDF Public Access UNIX System - http://sdf.lonestar.org
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