Do you believe in an afterlife/ghosts?

Chris Davies

Chris Davies

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14 May 2003
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Right, this may have been done before so I apologise if it has. But let me start off; I don't believe in religion, or any Gods. I never have, if I don't see something myself or proof of something, then I don't believe it. I've always been a scientific person.

But my auntie has had some things happen over the course of the last few years, which have made me believe in an afterlife, or at least "something".

I'll give you a couple of examples.

My auntie was watching TV at 3am on the day of her first meeting with a psychic - but she didn't know she would be meeting him at the time. As she was watching TV, the ceiling light went off, the bulb just went "PING". Obviously that's nothing out of the ordinary, and she didn't know she was seeing a psychic that day, so she just said "bloody bulb" and went to fetch her son (who is always up as late as she is).

She asked him to swap the bulb, so he did. She switched the light on and it still wouldn't come on. So they left it and a few hours later, quite early in the morning, her other son comes around and says "you fucking poof, you can't even put in a lightbulb properly?!"

He gets up there, changes the bulb, switches it on, STILL no light. Looking like a bit of an idiot he says "all these bulbs can't be broken surely, they're all new". So the first son goes back up there again and this time, when she switches the switch, the bulb works.

Shortly afterwards they get a phone call saying that this psychic she's wanted to see for a while (her husband died shortly beforehand and she'd heard good things about this guy), who won't do private meetings and only does group meetings, is in town. So she books a ticket and thinks nothing of the bulb stuff.

Within a couple of minutes of the psychic going around the room at this meeting, he tells my auntie to stand up and says... "Someone's telling me they came to see you this morning... They were playing with your electrics... They say they were laughing their heads off watching all of you trying to fix it..."
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The psychic hadn't spoken to my auntie or her son beforehand (only one of them went with her), and they weren't talking about the bulb antics at any point after leaving the house - they put it down to not screwing in the bulbs properly. You can say it's a coincidence but how often do you have trouble with your electrics (apart from Nick Cave and his ever-exploding microwaves)?

Also...

My uncle's family disowned him when he moved away from home. They expected him to look after their farm, for as long as he lived, and he wanted to move away. They didn't even acknowledge him ever again. This broke his heart because he loved his brothers and sisters. My auntie hated them for it because he was scarred for life. When he was in hospital and it became clear he didn't have long left, he said to my auntie and their sons, "please get my sister, please tell her I'm in here, I'm begging you".

Now their sons were adamant when they left the hospital; no way. She's not going anywhere near him. She's a bitch. His whole family deserted him just because he moved out. Don't get in touch with her mum or we'll never forgive you.

My auntie was lying in bed one night and she couldn't sleep - she thought to herself, it's nothing to do with us, he is going to die an unhappy man if he doesn't see her. So she wrote a letter to a relative of his sister's.

A few days later she got a phone call saying "oh my God, Tom's dying, I'm flying out tomorrow" - and she did. My auntie took her into the hospital and they were all crying their eyes out. My uncle said it was one of the happiest days of his life and he could die a happy man.

He asked my auntie to take a picture, so she did. She had it framed and she put it at the side of his bed. But after he died, and after having it out on the coffee table for a while, she put it in the drawer because she still couldn't forgive her for what she put him through and she hated the sight of her.

Fast forward a couple of years and the first meeting with this psychic. He said to everyone there, bring something that means something to the people you want to contact. Gifts from them, photos, etc... So she took a photo of herself and Tom when they first lived together.

The next time she saw the psychic - she goes regularly now, because she finds it such a relief, believing he's now in a better place - he said to her, "you have a picture..."

"The man in the picture is your husband, he's talking to me now and he says... Why did you put that picture away... You left this picture at home... His happiest moment... You've hidden away his happiest moment and it makes him so sad that you can't be happy for him... He says please take it out of the drawer when you get home, he wants people to see it and see how happy he is now."
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If anyone else told me all that I would instantly think "bollocks" so I'm sure you will as well, which is totally fair enough. But it's not just my auntie telling us these things; she has witnesses in the form of her son and my cousin, and a few other people as well. They all recall the story the exact same way when you get them alone so I'm sure it's the truth, and as far as I'm concerned, all of this is too much of a coincidence.

Last one about my auntie for now...

As I've said, Tom had cancer - he bought my auntie a dog to "keep her going", despite saying he'd never buy her another dog after the last one, but he died shortly afterwards. She called him Pepé - how many of you know someone called Pepé (apart from the Liverpool goalkeeper)? You can see where I'm going with this.

When she saw the psychic for the second time, he said "Tom says he hope Pepé makes you happy; he can see that he makes you happy."
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Of all the names he could have picked if he was cold-calling, John, Paul, Rover or whatever, he said Pepé.

Last one of the lot, this one happened to my dad's dad's parents, who obviously told everybody about it after it had happened. My dad fears this stuff totally now and gets very, very defensive when anybody talks about afterlife stuff, saying "it's a load of bollocks, shut up, you're not stupid enough to believe in that".

My dad's dad's parents both died within a couple of days; the husband was in the military and died on duty, and shortly afterwards his wife died. Whether she heard about his death before she died we don't know.

As my dad's dad was getting into bed with his wife a few days later, he was getting his bed-clothes on when he saw them in the corner of the room, smiling over at him. He turned to his wife and said "can you see that in the corner of the room?" She nodded, "your mum and dad are standing there".
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So there you go. Just wondering what the thoughts of Evo-Web are on this. Whether you've had or heard of similar experiences, whether you believe in it or whether you think it's a load of crap.

Jaygrim need not apply because I already know he doesn't believe in aliens and ghosts. ;)
 
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I am unsure - My Mum has told me a couple of things and I know she would never piss about because she knows how much this stuff freaks me out.

The first one was when she was little. My mum and sister lived in this old house - they both talk about it now as being the scariest house ever. My auntie is 10 years younger than my mum and she remembers the house vividly and said she was constantly petrified about being there - they were there for a number of years aswell. They heard footsteps and weird noises all of the time and just felt really uneasy.

But one story my Mum told was when she was young she used to tell my Granny that an old woman would sit down with her at bedtime and tell her stories and keep her company before she went to sleep (It was a nice old lady - and my Mum was never frieghtened of her). My Gran just dismissed this as my Mum having an imaginary friend or something.

But my Mum described the old lady - as having a distinctive Hat and a Red cardigan etc etc.

about a year after my mum first mentioned this - a friend of the family came to stay. one evening they were putting my Mum to sleep and the friend said - Did you know you have a ghost of a lady in this Room? and she literally described exactly what this Old Lady was wearing - exactly as my Mum described her!!!!


The second one was in my house that I grew up in since I was 3 years old till recently (Which my parents still live in).

I was about 12 years old and I went off to bed which is upstairs at about 9 o'clock. My Mum and dad went to bed at about 10:30pm and my mum saw a person (What she thought was me) run up the stairs and into my bedroom.

But my bed at the time, had a desk underneath and I had to climb a Metal ladder to get up it - which made a noise. She ran after me (What she thought was me) about to tell me off. But when she got into the bedroom I was literally fast a sleep. Then she thought that she didn't hear the ladder (Which would have made an even bigger noise as I was scrambling up it!!!). All of this happened in about 10 seconds aswell.

So basically this person couldn't have been me - So who the hell was it!!!!! I gave my Mum a fucking earful after that and said 'Why the Hell did you tell me that!' Because she knows that I shit myself at that stuff and now I have a fucking ghost in the house!!!!!

Anyway lots of strange stuff has happened in my old house - but nothing I can put my finger on and nothing I couldn't explain away.

So I am still a sceptic - even though I know my Mum would never have told me those stories if it wasn't what she saw.


EDIT: there are a few more things - but I am at work so can't put them all down. Just rushed writing everything above down - so it might not make much sense :DD
 
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They are some weird stories man! I've always been the same, I'll always find it hard to believe until I see it with my own eyes but I'd never rule it out! I've got a story but it's not my own unfortunately so i'll tell it best I can. The guy that told me is one of the sweetest men you'll ever meet and he couldn't lie to save his life so that's why I leaned towards believing it.

Anyway it's a guy from work, he told us a story about when he did a ouija board when he was in his twenties (he's about 55 now). Basically he was at one his girlfriend's house who he was with at the time and her parents were in to all spiritual stuff and that and asked if they wanted to do the board so they said yes. That evening, all the family there and they ask all the usual questions, nothing really happened, some nonsense words that didnt make sense came out. Then they asked if there was anyone who wanted to speak to somebody in the room. The cup thing moved to spell out 'Yes', so they asked who and their fingers all moved to spell out "Constantine" which was the (slightly creepy) name of his dead grandfather. He said there was no way in hell that his girlfriend and her family could've known that was his name as he had died years ago so that freaked him out and then they asked what he wanted to say.

Then it basically spelt out about 5 different lads names one by one and then "LEAVE". He didn't really say anything at the time and no-one could understand what it meant but it turned out all these lads names were people his girlfriend knew and it came out afterwards (and she admitted) that she'd been cheating on him or something.
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So we all said, yeah she probably just wanted to finish you and couldn't think how else to tell you but he's adamant that she couldn't have known his grandfather's name and also she wouldn't have admitted she'd been shagging about behind his back in front of her parents because they really got on with him and she wasn't that close to them.

So anyway, could be a load of shit, but I'd like to think it was his grandad watching over him.
 
I've got one aswell:

A few years ago I, with my parents, were in New Zealand staying with family. One day we went out to see the niece/aunt of my uncle's wife. It was near the beach so we had a nice day out and then went for dinner with them. So we are sat somewhere in a garden( I think it was their house) and for some reason the conversation ended up about ghosts.

The relatives had two daughters, I think they were about 4 & 6 at the time of the story, probably about 8 & 10 when I met them. The youngest daughter started to get pains in one of her arms just after they had moved into their house. So first they thought it was attention seeking, but the pain continued so they went to the doctor. Nothing found so they went to the hospital, then a specialist. Well after a year or so of going round and trying to find out why the girl had the pain in her arm someone, friend/college, suggested that they could try a medium. They did, as they really didn't know what to do as all the medical specialists couldn't find anything wrong with the girl. So they get a medium in to walk round the house and she finds a ghost in the girls bedroom. It was the previous owners dead son. He was just looking for his mum/family and was pinching the girl in said arm to ask her where his mum was. So the medium told him that they had moved and that he should leave. After that the pain in the arm went away.

Now there was really no reason for this story, no joke or wind-up about it. So I think it was truthfull. I personnally don't believe in the afterlife so make of it what you will.

One way to explain it is if you believe in multiple dimensions, there was a Horizon documentary about it a few years ago. It went along the lines of their being 11 dimensions (10 dimension of space and one for time). They tried 10 dimensions but the maths wouldn't work. 11 fits perfectly according to the scientists. And the way to see it would be a number of "sheets" floating in water. Think of them as mostly horizontal but rippling with the current. And it's the ripple that causes ghosts and other such phenomona. Because of the ripple two "sheets" collide/intersect and you get to "see" into that dimension. Thats why ghosts are always doing simple, mundain things.

I rather believe in that then hell/heaven, although till I see it for myself I call "bollocks". :D
 
I remember you telling us that before, I remember reading it and getting a little shiver.
 
Yeh i remember you posting that before. I might aswell add to this thread seeing as im in here. Ive heard a few things and there from sources I would believe so make of them what you will.

My sister went to Warwick University where she met a bit of a strange guy, he was taking all sorts and had his issue's etc anyway they both got talking one time and a subject came up were he said he drew stuff(just like in Heroes).....now when i mean he drew stuff he would apparantly litterally not even look at the paper and draw creepy things, again he showed my sister once and she told me it was really creepy

Another is one from my cousin (Very Creepy)

She and the rest of my cousin's are quite religious anyway, she apparantly one day started having dreams where she had seen Prophets etc but one day it stopped but now she apparantly see's spirits, prophets etc all the time, this may seem very far fetched and i agree but im sure they wouldnt lie to me about something like this, Its a touchy subject so I havent asked her about it as she can get upset etc about it, Once she walked into the room and walked straight out cause she said she saw something
 
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My Grandmother was on her death bed at home, about a week left to live, dying of cancer. I was sitting beside her in her bedroom one of the days and she was just lying there, out of it on medication, hadn't spoken a word for days. All of a sudden she woke up and grabbed my hand and said "Dermot you have to do something for me". This freaked me out a little, cause she hadn't spoke or had much life at all in days but I listened to her. She told me to go outside, gave me directions to this specific piece of land, in the middle of a field, somewhere nobody would have any need to go ever really...but she mapped it out perfectly. She said I would find a very old pot there and she asked me to bring it to her in the room, a pot for planting flowers in, a huge black thing. I felt like a robot in all honesty. Out I went to this random location, I felt like a total knob, but underneath all these weeds and shrubbery of all sorts there was this lump of some kind, after 15 minutes of weeding it out sure enough there was this pot, bits missing, worms and all kinds of shit crawling around in it. It was like a bag of coal, deadweight...but I carried it the whole way back to the room. When I got back she was sitting upright in the bed as if she had been waiting for me. She smiled and asked me to put the pot in the middle of the room, as i did.. then she lay back down and smiled. i sat down beside her again and she said "you worked for me...and now I will always work for you". She didn't say one word to me ever again, and she died about 4 days later. A week after she died she came to me in my room during the middle of the night, as true as God I swear on it. i got up out of bed and she was sitting in the middle of my room smiling at me, spinning a spinning wheel (something like this but it was fucking dark, and my Gran was a hell of a lot better looking)...

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She didn't say a word, I just stood and looked at her for a while, felt totally fine, not scared at all, then she up and left and I went back to bed. It always stayed in the back of my head but I never thought much into it, but after a few years I began to realise what my Gran was trying to say to me, by spinning the spinning wheel it just kind of reminded me that she's still working, as she said in her own words before she died still working for me.

I 100% believe that when we die we don't expire. We are all spirits trapped in bodies. Whether there is a heaven or hell is beyond me as a human being, that's not for me to think or worry about...but for me to deny that I have no spirit is naturally wrong to me and I defy anyone scientific or otherwise to debate it with me. It's not hope, its a true natural course of being.
 
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I thought I did, but couldnt remember. Oh well, nothing new from me then.

Oh actually, just remembered something else.

My dad's nan used to be able to talk to ghosts aswell, apparently. I remember him telling a story about her sitting in bed doing the knitting whilst talking to his (dead) grandad or something along the lines.

My dad might have some of this aswell. There are two memories I have, one when I was young and one from a couple of years ago.

I remember my dad telling us about a dream he had with a volcano in asia and how life like it felt. He sometimes has these really vivid dreams. I was really young at the time. Anyway, a couple of days later mount fuji erupts and he is sitting there watching the tele saying that's what he saw in his dream.

A more recent one was when he was on holiday, I wasn't there but he told my mum and later told me when he saw the same images on the tele.

So his dream was about seeing a railway twisted with water, plants, etc everywhere, another disaster dream, but he didn't take much notice. This dream happend while he was on holiday in Goa, India a few days before the Tsunami. Luckily they didn't have any problems, a few 100km's North and South people had died with floods but the only thing that happend to them was the tide going in and out 3 times in 45min. Very eery they said. So after the holiday they are back watching the images of the disaster, having hardly seen anything in India and the image from Sri Lanka comes in to view where the traintracks had been twisted with the flood with all the mess with it. So he shouts to the kitchen to get my mum and tells me about the dream he had and what he told my mum. She confirmed that he was telling the truth. He's a wind upmerchant and likes a joke, but I was sitting next to him and saw the way he reacted, the look he got when he saw it, to know he was telling the truth.

I'm still waiting for him to dream about the lottery but it just won't happen :(
 
A couple of things passed onto me from my mum and dad who unfortunately have lost both their parents in the last 4-5 years to cancer and other crap.

When my mum's dad was on his way out and lay in hospital. While my mum and her sisters were talking while sitting around his bed and he randomly would shout at them to tell his brother to go away as he wasn't ready to leave yet. Everyone kept asking him who are you on about and he'd keep pointing into the corner of the room and telling them 'my brother(I can't remember what his name was but he'd died about a year earlier) ... he's stood over there and waving at me to follow him' 'tell him I'm, not ready to leave'

He also complained one morning about people making noise in his room in the night and keeping him awake. When my mum asked him which nurse was it he told her it wasn't a nurse it was his mum and brother and another woman who he didn't know. They kept talking to him in and each other and he said they kept asking him if he wanted to come with them.

A few hours before he died as well everyone was in the room and they said he kept lifting his left arm up into the air as if he was reaching for something. Everyone kept handing him things like their own hand or the tv remote as if he was asking to change the channel but he kept mumbling and moaning at them while he was doing this. He eventually stopped for about an hour and then it started again and this time he mumbled out his brothers name and told him to stop trying to pull him out of bed and to let go of his arm and move away from the bed.
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My dad's dad did the same sort of things calling out to someone in the room and telling them to go away. My dad's side are more into ghosts and things than my mums lot so they just came right out and asked him who it is and where are they standing and so on. It turned out it was his brother and dad and they were telling him he's going to be alright and not to worry and just relax - they were just checking in on him'

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Because my mum and dad are into the ghostly sides of things I kinda take everything they tell me with a bucket of salt. But the above stuff was told to me by them and my aunties/uncles who were there at the same time. So they're the only stories I've heard from them that I can't file away as their usual bollocks.


Other than that I can't say I've ever believed in ghosts - I don't see why they stick around to stack books or piss around in the kitchen knocking stuff over when it's late or jump into your photo's. One half of my head thinks people come up with stories of ghosts and crap to reassure themselves into thinking this life isn't the start and end of it all and death isn't final etc... - the other half just sort of sits there thinking of women and food and football and games and wonders what happens to us all when we die... like what happens to our minds and souls or if we have a soul and reincarnation and if i came back as a ghost what would I do.

And you know.. I probably would run around stacking books knocking things over and being a right little sod just for my own amusement.
 
Another couple of things in my old house (Parents house)

I remember half waking up one night and I felt something/someone hover next to me. I didn't think of it until the next morning - when I realised it didn't feel like a dream. It freaked me out a bit.

Also my Cousin got knocked down and killed when I was about 10 years old. a couple of weeks after I was walking out of my bedroom and I saw him crawling up the stairs with an anguished look on his face - it was all in a split second I closed my eyes then opened them again and my Cat was walking up the stairs. This really did make me scared for quite a while.

Also my cat always used to sit with me in bed everynight and would wait for me to go asleep, then she would go outside the bedroom door and wait there till the morning. My Mum and Dad said she was like a guard dog - like she was protecting me from something.

Also my parents have woken up in the middle of the night with the TV in the living room on full blast. they used to leave it on Standby so jsut put it down to that - until they turned the TV off by the switch - and it still came on one night.

It happened to me once aswell - but I was half asleep and went downstairs to turn it off - when I turned it off, I sort of woke up and then freaked myself out and ran up the stairs to the bedroom!!!!

But everytime I see or get told of something in my house - there is always something to dismiss it - like I was half asleep etc.

But I have never felt threatened in my house - I think if we have a ghost, it is not a bad one.....which is nice. But you do get an eerie feeling every now and then.
 
Afterlife implies that whole big man upstairs story, I read the book and I don't buy it... I did how ever have some very strange things going on in an old house we used to have and a Satan like figure did once walk into my bedroom sit on my bed and the push my head slowly into my bedroom wall...
 
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Afterlife implies that whole big man upstairs story, I read the book and I don't buy it... I did how ever have some very strange things going on in an old house we used to have and a Satan like figure did once walk into my bedroom sit on my bed and the push my head slowly into my bedroom wall...
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I'm quite sure its the radiation waves coming out of your faulty microwaves :LOL:;))

Sounds like the kind of imagery some people get in sleep paralysis.
 
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What the fuck? I'd have literally shit myself if that happened to me. I'd be scarred for life?
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I was 14 at the time, on my own at home the eyes and voice still wake me up some nights even now...

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I'm quite sure its the radiation waves coming out of your faulty microwaves :LOL:;))
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A satan figure? Into the wall?

whhaaaa?
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There was some weird things going on in that house, I used to sleep in the loft and have all my toys up there until a couple of incidents, which led to me never going in there again and leaving a lot of my stuff behind when we moved house...:((
 
I used to believe in ghosts when i was younger, but then i grew up.

The whole afterlife,believing in God thing implies religion and for me there is FAR too many questions to be answered before i believe that but i think people misinterpet the bible. It is a collection of stories that nobody can confirm but has been passed down through the centuries by people who "believe" in that god so they try to impose there will into making you believe.

I better go a storm cloud is swirling over my head:SHOCK::COAT:
 
I know a family friend who had an old clock in their house. It used to chime at the wrong times, like randomly, sometimes in succession. They took it to a shop for them to look at it, they made a few changes, put it back up, it kept doing it. They then put the clock in the garage, but they could still hear the chimes from where it was originally placed. They then smashed it up because she was so freaked out by it, but it continues to chime to this day.

She's a Catholic and she's getting her priest to come out and "try" to get rid of it.
 
Hmm, maybe if you believe in ghosts people then you could re-consider you view on God. However they aren't neccassarily linked.

I don't know how anyone can be so sure that there is no architecht of the universe if they are adamant that spirits hang about wailing away and banging on walls etc

In a religious sense, the paranormal has almost always been linked with evil spirits. There is Heaven and Hell, and anything spoooky like that is quite obviously the work of the devil ;)
 
I agree... Nick's satanic creature popped into my mind the other night as i walked up the stairs in the dark... i ran up the last few steps lol
 
my dad when he was young was in bed , and in those times the doors were really heavy, not like the light thin crap we get now.

he could hear this tap tap tap going up the stairs like a walking stick (there was no carpet on the strairs in those days), the tap continued across the landing to his bedroom door and suddenly stopped

the door pushed open and the tap continued to the end of the bed, where it stopped

then he felt his bed push down as if someone sat down on it

well he said he shit himself, and was kind of like cold and frozen to the spot. He asked his mum, and apparently the previous owners had an old lady who lived there who had a walking stick
 
Don't know what to think.

Have to admit I'm not the best person thinking of this, depresses the shit out of me thinking of what happens when we die.

Not sure about ghosts and heaven/hell and all that stuff, just wonder what happens to us, does seem a total mystery.

As for Nick and his head crushing Satan figure, do you eat mushrooms?



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