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I've never written about this before but it's all really bugging me now.

3 years ago I started University which meant moving house and town (from Northampton to Salford, Greater Manchester). Almost as soon as we moved in odd things started happening. I was studying Graphic Design which, obviously, involved me being very creative and open minded.

I've never experienced things that can't be explained until moving here. I've always been open-minded when it came to things like this but had never had any first hand experiences. People said to me maybe I was imagining things but I know that's SO not true. I was wide awake when many of these things happened. They were VERY real. I wasn't ill or anything when I heard and felt the things I'm about to write about and many other people, visitors and housemates, heard things too. Yet, still, when I mention them I am usually laughed at or given odd looks.

The main thing that would happen would be that I'd wake up in the middle of the night to the sound of someone walking up and down the stairs and outside my bedroom. The stairs here go up through the middle of our house so there could be no confusion with people walking the stairs next door. The stairs are sandwiched between my bedroom and the back bedroom. Each time the noises would carry on as I listened and I would be wide awake, listening, convinced someone had broken in. I could never go back to sleep with the possibility that someone was trying to burgle the house so I would equip myself with a knife and a pillow (to protect myself if they had a knife!) Each time there would be no one there.

I experienced this many times and so did my 2 housemates but to a lesser extent. There was a period of about 2 weeks where this would be a nightly occurence.

Now, the most compelling example of hearing someone walking the stairs was this. 3 of us live here and this one night 2 of us, me being one of them, wasn't here. This left one person in the house. He went out on this night and bumped into a mate who ended up coming back to our house and sleeping on my housemates floor. This person was completely unaware of anything that had gone on before in the house. At about 7am he woke my housemate to tell him that one of us had come back and he could hear someone walking around outside his door and up and down the stairs, We weren't. There was no one else in the house. His mate had spent ONE night here and had heard what we all had been hearing! My housemate then said something along the lines of "Oh we hear it all the time, there's never anyone there, we think it could be a ghost!". His mate left pretty quickly and he's never been back.

These occurences carried on and climaxed when this happened to me one night. I had heard the usual walking around outside, I was wide awake and I needed the loo before I could even try going back to sleep. I had to go and check to see if anyone was there in order to get to the bathroom without being attacked! (Despite there never being anyone there it always sounded SO real that I would think "Oh this time someone HAS broken in!") I checked, no one there, went bathroom and then settled down to try and get back to sleep. I'd been lying there for about 5 minutes when all of a sudden I could hear what sounded like 3 little girls "la-la-la-ing" a tune. There were no words, just la's. They repeated this little tune for 3 lines. After this I could hear 3 separate taps. It was like each of the little girls had a key and were repeatedly tapping on a wall. Now, the scariest thing about this wasn't the fact that I was hearing little girls singing in my room. No. The scariest thing about this was that where my ears were telling me these sounds were coming from, there was nothing there for the sound to emanate from. I was looking from where the sound was coming from yet all that was there was air. It was in the middle of my room.

People have said to me "Maybe they were outside". 3 little girls singing in the street at 3-4 am? I doubt that. Besides I know what noises from outside sound like. These weren't from outside. My ears would make it obvious if these noises where from outside. I have my radio on as I type this and if I shut my eyes it is OBVIOUS whereabouts in the room the sound is coming from. Try shutting your eyes and have someone clap in the room. It's easy to pin-point where abouts they are.

It was freaky as hell and I was literally frozen in terror throughout this occurence. For the duration I couldn't move and I don't even remember breathing. I WAS wide awake and for 15 minutes after I layed there trying to make some sense of what had just happened. I couldn't.

Other things to have happened include:

A friend was staying and woke up to feel someones hand over his mouth and whispering in his ear. No one there. This was just after we moved in and was one of the first things to happen. Luckily this has only happened once!

A friend had come over for the weekend and after arriving had a nap in my room after his long train journey. I was at the top of the stairs with a book in my hand called 'Life After Death'. My friend had had his nap and came out the door and asked me what the book was. I showed him and he said "So has that got anything to do with the baby I heard crying in your room?" I said "What?" and he explained he had heard a baby crying in my room and it hadn't sounded like it was coming from next door or anywhere else other than in my room. Again, he had no knowledge of anything that had gone on before here.

I was laying on the sofa in the front room alone in the house and felt a very distinct tap on the top of my head. I lay there for a while and could feel my displaced hair moving back and could still feel where I had been tapped for about 5 minutes after.

This is quite odd but has been heard by lots of people. In the night or early morning you can hear someone typing on my computer keyboard. Many times I've assumed someone has got up early and is bored and has gone onto the net for something to do. No one ever has. It's very prolonged and clear and just sounds like someone is using the computer. It's not even ON!!

The last thing we experienced was a revolting smell at the top of the stairs. It smelt awful, like when a bag of potatoes go off and they start to liquify in the bag. A horrible rotting smell. This smell moved. It was always somewhere at the top of the stairs but if you moved a step to the right or left of the smell you wouldn't be able to smell it. Sometimes it would be near the bathroom, sometimes just inside someones bedroom doorway. It was SO strong as to make you feel ill. We looked everywhere for a source but to no avail. We sniffed the carpets. We shampooed the carpets. Nothing. It still came back. We looked in the attic to see if a bird or something had got in and had died. Nothing. The smell would come and go at random. It would disappear in seconds then a few days later would be back. Again, step either side and it would be undetectable.

Then it all stopped when I got ill. After my course at Univeristy finished I really suddenly started to experience devastating panic attacks. 24 hours a day! These developed in the space of about 2 days, from being completely normal to me being a complete nervous wreck. I had to admit myself to Accident & Emergency at one point to find out what was happening to me and it turned in to severe depression. It was at this point almost everything that had been happening stopped. Could this be linked? When I got ill I was almost a vegetable for at least 6 months. I couldn't do anything and was in a constant state of dread. Could it be maybe that my mind closed up thus not allowing whatever was in house to use my energy to manifest in it's various ways? It's always puzzled me as to why the odd things stopped when I got ill. Can spirits be active for a period then go into 'hibernation'? I'm not saying any spirits caused my illness but am just wondering if the fact that I was ill stopped them from making themselves known.

All has been pretty quiet for the past year or so.

Anyone make any sense of any of this?

wrote on Feb 22^nd, 2006 at 9:59am:

Could it be maybe that my mind closed up thus not allowing whatever was in house to use my energy to manifest in it's various ways? It's always puzzled me as to why the odd things stopped when I got ill. Can spirits be active for a period then go into 'hibernation'? I'm not saying any spirits caused my illness but am just wondering if the fact that I was ill stopped them from making themselves known.

Interesting story. Your theory sounds as good as any. Maybe some of the people here who know about one's vibration frequency as it relates to spirit manifestations will weigh in on it. Next time leave the computer on with Word or Notepad loaded and maybe the monitor off. Also, with all that activity, maybe somebody should grab a recording device of some sort, like a tape or video recorder?

Cool story, was the building an old building?

Did your belief system change at the point you started getting depressed?

I wonder if you could no longer percieve these things due to an altered state of physical awareness which was constructed by your belief system.

Greetings Mark,
I'm sorry you had that bout with illness. That's no fun, I know. Your system may be reacting to 2 problems but they can be fixed. They are similar but not the same: your belief system itself and your fear of those nearby spirits.

Many people believe that ghosts/spirits exist. If you just accept that they do, you won't be fighting with the question of what's going on. That's half the battle, adjusting your belief system to current experience. I read somewhere that we're more able to perceive spirits these days than previously, so what our parents taught us about no ghosts is no longer true. I agree that being open-minded during the creative process allows you to receive such information.

Have you had a chance read much of what's written here? You'll find it very helpful in setting up a new 'paradigm' of spiritual awareness.

Then the specifics of your situation remain. Girls singing is not so bad, right? Stairstep noise is irritating but they might have been testing how perceptive you were. Now they know. Seems to me that the spirits in your building were friendly--they quit teasing you when they realized you weren't doing well with them being there. Before that they just wanted your attention.

Has your artwork changed? I can't tell if you shut down receptors or not--it sounds like the spirits just moved on.

bets

wrote on Feb 22^nd, 2006 at 11:11am:

I wonder if you could no longer percieve these things due to an altered state of physical awareness which was constructed by your belief system.

Just to clarify what I think is the situation: it would have to extend beyond his perception to the actual manifestation, since apparently no one else perceived the spooks after he got sick. He would have been the doorway rather than just another witness.

In that case you would be correct.

Perhaps we need some clarification on whether he was the only one in the house during his depression.

wrote on Feb 22^nd, 2006 at 11:31am:

In that case you would be correct.

Perhaps we need some clarification on whether he was the only one in the house during his depression.

Quite right, it would be good to know for sure. I suppose one should also consider whether Mark was somehow causing or helping to cause these phenomenon, since the events correlate around his arrival and sickness. And he was reading at least two books on supernatural stuff at the time.

I also wish there was a way to turn this anecdote into evidence.

I dont doubt the guy, he comes across as genuine. But I wish we could somehow get ways of putting more cases like this in an experiment/result setting.

I dont know how, but I know it can be done. The problem is showman like Derek "can i be more fake" Acorah totally undermine any serious studies. The more escalated the showman aspect gets, the more profit it makes and the less scientific it becomes. Money can really be a pain in the a$$ some times.

Cheers for the replies.

I was the only one ill at the time. Everyone else was fine but they stopped hearing things too.

There was still 2 other people living here during my illness.

The building's pretty new, last 25 years or so. We tried to find out what was here before but drew a blank. All we know is that the lady next door's mother lived here for a bit but she's dead now. I don't know if she died in the house or elsewhere.

Before I got ill I was fascinated by it all and would happily and proudly tell people we lived in what we thought was a haunted house. Getting ill I more or less just shut down, all I did was eat and watch TV but I couldn't handle anything emotional as sad things would deeply upset me. I couldn't even watch horror films, I love them usually but I watched 'The Passion of Christ' and 'Battle Royale' during this period and found it unbearable. I had to keep covering my eyes and felt physically sick during parts.

It was about this time that all the stuff about Ken Bigley being kidnapped and killed was on TV and I had to leave the room or turn the TV off when it was on. I just couldn't bear it.

What do you mean about my 'belief system' changing when I got ill? I'm not sure what that means.

wrote on Feb 22^nd, 2006 at 11:47am:

What do you mean about my 'belief system' changing when I got ill? I'm not sure what that means.

Did you have a faith in a religion, or a belief in ghosts and the paranormal before?. Did your beliefs in life, death, reality or the universe change during this period?

What do you believe was the trigger of your depression?

Did you believe in ghosts during your depression?

I believed that we went somewhere else after we died. I have always had the belief that we are here on Earth and in our bodies as a sort of test, to see how we develop and interact with other people, to do good and to influence other people to behave in a way that is for the benefit of others. That's how I live my life and it's what I still believe.

I don't think of God on the way he is in the bible. I believe in a sort of mass energy. That could be God I suppose.

Change triggered my depression. My Uni course was done, other things happened too. I lost my way and didn't know where to go next.

I still believed in ghosts when I was ill. At one point, I thought I had been possessed by an evil spirit and thought that was what had caused my head to do what it was doing. I nearly went to see a vicar.

Looking back now though I don't think I was possessed or anything. I just didn't have a clue what my head was doing to me and why.

Nothing during my illness made me change my mind about ghosts.

wrote on Feb 22^nd, 2006 at 12:32pm:

Hmm ok.

I only ask because recently by belief system changed from just wishful thinking of the afterlife. I got a few validations from the most basic of Bruce's suggestions of just imagining having a conversation with a passed relative. I got back images of things I never consiously associated with that person before and later found out that 1 of the 2 was actually quite integral to my relative.(pm me for validation if you want).

Anyway!, The altered belief system led to bouts of the dread you describe and also made me question our reality and existance. Since that altered state I have had one paranormal experience I cannot explain (a pushing down on my bed like a cat). I also have becomed unnerved by the feeling that someone small like a child watches me.

So, you see, that was the angle I was coming from.

If you continue to hear noise etc., perhaps you can do a retrievel. It doesn't matter if you can hear or see the ghost (if it's a ghost). The important thing is that it can hear you, and that you're sincere.

Speak from your heart. Tell it things such as, if you want to find real happiness, perhaps you should cross over. Tell it to look for the light, or for a spirit guide, or a passed on relative or friend.

These might seem like natural things for a departed spirit to look for or think of, but sometimes they get confused and need somebody to help them out. After they get such help, and their attention is brought to the possibility of seeing the light, or a spirit guide, they'll do so.

Send it some love. Imagine love coming out of your heart chakra. Perhaps you'll feel it.

If you want some help while you do the above, pray to God and ask him to send you some help.

This is an opportunity for you to do something wonderful. Relish it.

wrote on Feb 22^nd, 2006 at 12:32pm:

Well Mark, you're certainly a good sport about all this, and it's very interesting! So if we assume a bunch of other stuff in your life provoked the depression and the belief in the spiritual was one of the things that didn't change, what does that say for the cause of the intrusions? Usually you see people have spiritual events happen when something traumatic rattles their belief system and they become open to things they weren't open to previously. Apparently when you moved into the place you were open, high energy, and had no changes in the beliefs, you were even proud of your haunted house (high energy there for sure). I don't necessarily subscribe to the notion that a dwelling must be old to be a geographically significant place for spirits. As you know, especially in your part of the world, 25 years is nothing. People were there on that ground living, dying, loving and making imprints on the fabric of space and time for centuries, millenia even. Maybe your particular nature and disposition caused a brief window for them to explore our side or see it more clearly than usual? Perhaps they hadn't seen a keyboard or stairs before? or interacted with strange folk like the living for a long long time. Perhaps they were explorers like we are, but from another angle or dimension, and your energy, high state that it was, helped them do it? And when your energy ebbed, things got a little dark for them. I don't know, but like I said, it's interesting stuff, worthy of more investigation, if possible.

One of the most criticized aspects of ghost sightings is that those doing the sighting often say that you must believe or you don't stand a chance of seeing one. The detractors rightly say, well, if you believe that hard in anything, you're going to see it whether it's there or not! However, your situation is different because of the various bystanders who came to you with weird observations. I hope you can find some methods from those on this and other sites and other postings to attempt to make more contact or provoke more phenomenon. It certainly seems within your ability if you can discover how it works. Obviously one of the first objectives would be to recreate that high energy vibe you had when you first moved in. That might be tough to do purposefully, but you've come to the right place to find people who can do this sort of thing and help you pursue it if you want to.

I have noticed that some who do retrieval and use electronic devices often have a higher rate of nonexpression than others. Do you find this so?

Was that question directed at me? If so, I dunno what you mean.

mlucifersam, I was wondering were your dreams affected during the times of the hauntings?

Do you guys experience anything in that house now?

Any recent developments?

Matt 8)

My dreams were REALLY odd during all this. Here are 4 of them that I wrote down:

1. I was in some seaside town but there was these BIG faults in the ground that made the whole place shift. I was lying on a roof looking at other roof tops and the whole skyline kept shifting cos the buildings were moving. There was big swimming pool and a bloke my sister had slept with was lying by it and he kept dropping things in the deep pool that I was supposed to go down to the bottom to retrieve, one thing I remember was a pair of sunglasses. Then there I was looking at this dirty pink padded balcony and in it was a mouldy man who'd had his foot removed, but it hadn't rotted, just healed. So he had his foot in his hand like a he was holding a slipper. He was walking around on his heeled stump and someone I knew was trying to get in to his room thourgh the balcony and this mouldy man was chasing him around trying to hit him with his amputated foot. Someone bought him a plastic after shave dispenser and I noticed that the thing you pushed to get the smellies out had cracked. I remember odd shalet rooms made out like old ladies front parlours, and the toilet was one of these rooms but you wrapped clothes airers round you to give you privacy. I remember having some sort of adult incontinence pants on that you had to pull off. There was some art entries I had to judge. People had made these short videos about some of their work and I had to judge them. I looked up to see this huge Blackpool/Eiffel Tower thing and looking up at it and the shifting ground kept making it move. It made ya dizzy. Then some ODD game started, I had to bounce these metal balls off a spring thing, like a pinball, and they'd shoot up the side of a building and make these huge explosions and you'd get points for hitting them.

I remember seeing Katy who I used to work with ("My name's NOT Katy, it's Kate!" she said as I was calling her to help walk me back to my room. I was lost and she wouldn't stop walking till I called her by the right name) Then this, what I knew was drug induced, type of hallucinating started. It was still part of this game. We had to pass this cotton and needle round each other with our mouths to form a web that went around 3 of us. When we had finished I noticed that the cotton had gone into my face, linking me in with the 'scuplture' as it was. It didn't hurt though and I was thinking 'How come it's gone in my mouth and through the skin without it hurting?'. Then, my hand became drawn to my mouth, like a muscle reaction was happening and I couldn't stop it. Then I felt cotton wool in my mouth again. The side of hand had cotton wool stiched into it and had connected it with my gums, which had also been sewn to my hand. It was horrible but didn't hurt but I had trouble speaking cos of the cotton wool. I knew that this hadn't really happened and it was part of the 'game'. Then all these little knots of cotton wool were appearing in my leg and it went alomst polka dot in look cos of all the little bits of red cooton wool. Then this black girl came up to me and asked me why I'd gone to such extreme measures for art. People were looing at me like I was in an exhibition. I said that I knew this wasn't really happening but it felt like it and I knew that I'd been drugged but GOD! It was real! When she realised that I knew what was going on she gently tripped me up and bought me out of my drug induced state. That's when I woke up.

2. Nightmare Thurs morning, 17/02/05

I'd had a son. I went to see him for the first time the day after he was born and we played a game with water pistols but he was as small as my hand and I had a pistol in one hand and him in the other. I was really happy and any thought of my new son made me really emotional. I was flying around in this little flying car in a busy crowd of either holiday or festival goers singing 'Whatever happened to Corey Haim' at the top of my voice.I saw my friend Sharon who was with a mate in a night club and told her of my son and started to cry because I was SO happy.

Then I was asked if I'd like to play a new computer game. What I didn't realise at the time that part of the game included being given a huge dose of LSD. I found myself in my living room with all these strange people who seemed to know me, they were standing round drinking and chatting to each other. The front door of my house kept getting left ajar and I was telling people they should shut it properly or bad things would get in. This kept happening and I was getting more and more scared that the evil things outside would get in. Every time I looked at the door it had been vandalised a bit more still there were gaping holes. I turned my back on the door for a bit and when I turned back the door had moved and where it had been was a big hole, the wind was blowing through it a net put over the hole, which was useless because now anything could gain entry. Then all these people in the room started to move towards me and box me in. I couldn't move away from them, like I was frozen with terror because of what was happening.

Now the conveyor belt type process of mutilation started. It felt like I'd been bound as I couldn't move my arms or legs. These people started to stitch me together. Big bunches of needles were inserted under my skin, like mass acupunture. Cotton was used to bind my fingers and toes together. Cotton and needles were inserted all over my body to make patterns. The pain was excruciating. I was sat down at the next point of the process and was interviewed by someone I couldn't see, it was just a man's voice, another man was sitting next to me looking at old Victorian artifacts, like old watch parts. When I asked who was speaking to me I felt something appear on my seat underneath me. It was a single ripped black and white photo from a photo booth with 2 people in it. I turned it over and there was another image on the other side. I turned it back and the image had changed. I kept turning it and the photo kept changing. I said 'How the f*ck is THAT happening?' It was really freaky. I was moved on. By this time everyone around me had turned into some deformed monster. They were mouldy or had buttons stitched in for eyeballs. I was taken outside and had the chance for some fresh air in a ruin. It looked like some old building that had half been demolished. I was handed some dry cornflakes to eat but whenever I tried to eat some they transformed in my hand to these leafy looking insects that tried to run away from my mouth.

Then I was picked up and bundled away on to the next stage. Now they were going to work on my head. Hair was shaved off and my ears, eyes and mouth were next to be stitched up with cotton and masses of needles. A trail of cotton was weaved in and out of the bald skin on my head to make patterns. My fingers were now openable but with needles in each of my fingertips with cotton connecting them so I couldn't open them all the way, the stretched cotton restricting this from happening. I could just about see as my eyes could open a tiny bit but I was looking through a mesh of cotton where my eyelids had been stitched together. I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror and it was horrific, there was blood and needles everywhere, I didn't recognise myself at all. It felt like I wasn't supposed to have seen that, that had been a mistake. I went to put something in my mouth or to itch it and saw that they'd attached long finger nails that weren't mine to some, not all, of my finger tips. I felt someone scratching at my bottom with their finger nails. I turned around and there was this albino, red eyed, deformed dwarf with long white hair snarling at me. He had a hand full of the finger nails that had just been attached to mine. I was surrounded by monsters all doing things to me that really hurt. By this time I was in a state of panic and the needles were causing a tremendous amount pain. I felt about 4 stone heavier because of the weight of needles I was carrying. I was taken in a van with a bag over my head. I was now surrounded by a different set of people, these were all wearing dark uniforms. I felt it was all coming to an end. I feigned hyper ventilation to see if they would panic and make this all end sooner. Amongst all the chatter I heard, momentarily, my mum and dad. One of them mentioned they thought they'd given me 'too much' (I presumed they were talking about the dose of acid I'd been given). I found myself in a normal looking living room and I thought it was all over. I was naked. Some Christmas tree lights were got out which were then threaded through the bunch of needles in my toes, I saw my feet were covered in them, and all up my legs, cotton and needles everywhere, under my skin. I was then hoisted up with the tree lights through a hook in the ceiling so I was hanging up side down.

That's when I woke up!

3. And here's another I had in September:

My family had all died, there was 5 of us and Jon who I live with was my brother. We were told we all deserved to go to heaven by an angel who then said one of us, though, had to go DOWN and not UP. Cos we thought this meant one of us had to go to hell me and Jon started to have a race up to heaven. As we flew up we were flying past photos of us growing up, clocks depicting time, school certificates and sports awards (they were Jons!) We flew up in a thin tube like thing that went on for miles, up and up, spiraling higher and higher and when I reached the top that was the minute that I died. My mind went blank and all I could see was black. I was thinking "Surely this can't be it?! This is paradise?? I can't spend eternity just seeing BLACK!" and then I began to panic cos I was so scared about realising there was NO paradise, that life was IT! So I woke up in a panic, my arms were paralysed by my side from the flight upwards. I was so scared!

The End, Amen

4. My dream last night, again was horrific. I dreamt I had stigmata on my hands but not the usual one or two. There were holes in every bone of my hand and I could see the holes being made and it felt like they were using rusty nails though I couldn't see the nails, just FEEL them!

And in regards to your other question:

I think I might have heard my name said twice last week when no one was there and last night, now this IS wierd. I heard menacing classical music coming out of the TV when something totally unrelated was on. 2 other people were there watching the TV and neither of them heard it. Paranormal?? I have no idea and if someone else told me that I'd think they were going mad.

Interesting dreams Mark. I noticed in 1,2 & 4 you are penetrated by sharp steel objects, and 1,2&3 you are enveloped or bound by either cotton or darkness. What do you suppose that means? The superficial conclusions may be loss of control, invasion by outer forces, fear of rejection, but do they mean anything significant to you personally?

I'm somewhat prone to nightmares myself. A while back I had some fairly good luck doing the cleansing breaths and gathering energy exercises before I went to sleep. Some nightmares started, but I was actually in control and simply willed them to cease. It was a powerful thing. Maybe it could work for you if they get too horrific and make you feel weak. Given your strange haunted house situation, I don't think I'd want to get caught being too weak (again). there may be some ill-willed lurker attracted to your previous depression waiting for a chance to mess with you.

by the way, I'm a US citizen, but I've been to Blackpool. Some of your dream is probably normal in Blackpool! Just kidding.
take care.

Update: Someone on another forum asked me to take some photos of the stairs for them to look at. I took a couple of pics last night and, to my surprise, they contained what 'could be' 5 orbs. Are these orbs? These photos were taken in almost pitch black with the flash on, so any light seen is from the flash. I had a small lamp on in the room but that was it.

The last normal sized photo actually has 2 light anomalies on it, I missed the 2nd one when I blew up that section. It's a bit to the right and underneath the one I magnified (at '4 o'clock').

And can I just say that I have taken THOUSANDS of photos with this camera and only 1 other of them have anything like this on them. The other was taken of a supposedly haunted pub in Manchester and posted elsewhere on another forum (Brannigans).
http://www.ghostplace.com/forum/topic.asp?TOPIC_ID=21032

Thanks for this mlucifersam,
I'm photographing since 30 years and got a lot of light-lense reflections, and they look differently from this orbs in your photos. It's interesting; they have a bright ring around, maybe that's from a sharpening filter activated in the camera or in the picture editing software? Well, we need an expert to look at this! Someone from the FBI around here?
Spooky

I didn't use any sharpening filters on the pics. I just did a Auto Brightness / Contrast on them, that's it.

Mark, great orb photos. The interesting thing about them is that they have no distinct nucleus. Most orb photos are dust particles close to the lens. I've replicated orbs many times, but they always have a nucleus. Cool. It would be interesting if you could take photos and capture similar orbs at a different time, say days or weeks apart. From you previous experiences, it sounded like the same spirits inhabiting your place. If these orbs have anything to do with them, seems like they'd be regulars. On that note, tell them you want to take more photos of them, maybe they'll cooperate - er maybe not. Just a thought, that's what I'd do anyway. Great quest you're on! Thanks for sharing them. Good luck.

HI M-

Fascinating photos. I kinda wonder if the "orb" images move about from time to time, especially when other phenomena occur.

That dream with all the needles sounds like you've discovered Salvia Divinorum - that's the kind of thing many people report. (I found it quite unpleasant, like being shredded.) The needles and cotton also bring back memories of friends shooting up about 55 years ago. Did you happen to notice a spoon or an eye dropper in the same dream anywhere?

dave

I dunno about an eye dropper. It could have been in there but there was so much information in that dream I may have missed some stuff. I had to write it down quickly straight after I got up before it all disapeared!

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