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Quote from: Scully on June 04, 2011, 10:37:37 PM More, Ana, more please.
Quote from: Treading Water on June 05, 2011, 10:31:27 AMI second that emotion.
Quote from: anagrammy on June 05, 2011, 11:29:25 AMOK, here goes:
Quote from: anagrammy on June 05, 2011, 11:29:25 AMThe dream helped me prepare psychologically because when that moment arrived in real life, the moment I would see his handsome lifeless body (the first one I had ever seen), I was resigned.Anagrammy
Quote from: b_dubb on June 05, 2011, 03:39:09 PMonce again you've blown my mind. thank you for sharinghave you (Ana) ever given any thought to screenwriting? just curious
QuoteI have often made the connection with the walkway in the sky to the airport and the doorway to the one in the sky. Probably just an overactive imagination... but there it is.
Quote from: onan on June 06, 2011, 12:39:54 PMI am not much of a believer in the ghostly arts, but I do have one story.When I was much younger, late teens, I started having a recurring dream. To this day it gives me pause. For several years I would have the same dream not every night but certainly more than three times a month. It is difficult to put it all together because it has been many years since I dreamed it. I wouid find myself standing in front of a crowd. I never saw the crowd but I was certain there were hundreds of people behind me. In front of me was a barren volcanic landscape no trees or buildings to block the horizon. The sky was a dark bluish purple with misty clouds. Halfway up in the sky, in the distance was a doorway. It appeared to be very small because of the distance to it.People were walking out of this doorway single file in a very long "S" shaped procession. There was no starway. They seemed to be walking on some transparent firmament. They continued down to what I thought was the crowd behind me.Directly in front of me were 4 people standing at the corners of some sort of stone altar (yeah it is weird--dream). On the altar was a woman dressed in some flowing light textured cloth. Her Arms were raised fully extended with her palms touching. Her palms were holding some sort of blade which was pointing towards her chest. I stood there transfixed. Then the woman looked at me. And I always awakened at that very spot.The dream stayed with me for more than 5 years. Until one day I was flying to Los Angeles for some seminar. I had been luckily upgraded to first class. Even more lucky, there were no other passengers on my side of the aisle. I was going over some information and I looked across the aisle and there were 3 men in suits and one woman in a white summer dress. They seemed to be very protective of her. Then I noticed that she looked exactly like the woman in my dream.Well how do you introduce yourself to someone with a story like that? Plus the three other guys. So I sat there quietly with the least amount of confidence I have ever had. I wanted to say something but I didn't. When we landed I tried to muster enough courage to approach her. Somehow she and her entourage got very far ahead of me and I was going to give up. I decided to continue to approach when I noticed the four of them opened and entered a door. Before the door closed she looked directly at me and smiled in a way I will never forget.I have often made the connection with the walkway in the sky to the airport and the doorway to the one in the sky. Probably just an overactive imagination... but there it is.
Quote from: anagrammy on June 05, 2011, 11:55:23 PMThanks for your interest--I'm thinking I might do the life story in a blog form. Does anybody do that?Anagrammy
Quote from: EvB on June 08, 2011, 12:42:40 PMSure they do. the trick with blogs is to keep the posts short and "regular" (at least three times a week for good traffic) it sounds to me like you have good material for "cliffhanger" moments - emotionally wrenching as they may be. I'd go for it!
Quote from: anagrammy on June 08, 2011, 10:20:49 PMThanks for the encouragement, Ev, do you have a suggestion as to where? As in, which bloghost?Ana
Quote from: Agent : Orange on August 11, 2011, 12:21:46 AMDuring my undergraduate years, my Mother was diagnosed with liver cancer. It was a long and brutal battle, and she held on for about three years. She passed away around exam time in my third year. It was obviously an incredibly difficult period for me. She passed in the spring, and that year my Father and I went through some old photos for the obituary and memorial. We spread them out on the kitchen table and picked what we thought best represented her. It was about this time we realized our annual taxes were due, so we did them quickly and as best we could under the circumstances and sent them off. Filling out tax forms on the kitchen table, with old pictures of Mom lying around was a surreal reminder that the daily grind goes on even in the fallout of personal catastrophe.When our tax receipts were returned to us a few months later we emptied out the envelopes on the kitchen table, and a small negative fluttered out from one of them. Neither my Father nor I could believe it. We had the negative developed and it was a photo of my Mom, sitting on a bench in Hawaii during my parents honeymoon. She had a happy look on her face and a Hibiscus blossom in her hair. We made several copies of the photo, and have them in a number of places that were meaningful to my Mom. This picture has provided me with quite a bit of inspiration and now in graduate school, one of those copies hangs on my office wall to this day.It was one of the most bittersweet experiences of my life.If I was predisposed it would have been easy to believe that it was a "message" or a "sign" that my Mother was happy and still out there somewhere. It's obvious what happened, of course, that one of the negatives that we had scattered about on that kitchen table accidentally got into our tax packages in the whirlwind of activity at that horrible time. It's pure coincidence, though admittedly strange (as most coincidences are) that this little bit of film managed to find its way back to us. This chain of random events showed me that true beauty really can be found in the minutiae. Though the mechanisms of our day to day lives may be based on inherent randomness even in the face of this apparent impersonality the details can be meaningful to someone in the middle of it all.
Quote from: Agent : Orange on August 11, 2011, 12:21:46 AMDuring my undergraduate years, my Mother was diagnosed with liver cancer.......
Quote from: Agent : Orange on August 17, 2011, 02:35:03 AMon the last day I wrote on the humid bathroom mirror with my finger, "HELP ME I AM IN HELL",
Quote from: onan on August 17, 2011, 05:55:12 AMYou evil bastard
Quote from: Agent : Orange on August 17, 2011, 02:35:03 AM I wrote on the humid bathroom mirror with my finger, "HELP ME I AM IN HELL", so the next time some asshole has a shower in that suite he will get a better story out of the place than I did.
Quote from: Treading Water on August 17, 2011, 10:35:29 AMWell, crap. That ruins MY story.
Quote from: Michael Vandeven on August 17, 2011, 10:50:25 AMagent orange... that was a nice story about your mom's picture. my grandmother died on June 27, and we were unusually close my whole life. it was the first time i'd lost anyone close to me. i guess the point is it's made me feel like i need to be closer to my mom and appreciate the time i have with her.
Quote from: Michael Vandeven on August 17, 2011, 10:50:25 AMi think too many people fail to appreciate their loved ones while they're alive
Quote from: Michael Vandeven on August 17, 2011, 10:50:25 AMoh, and one more thing: for years, my grandmother and i had an agreement that when she died, she'd try to contact me from the other side. i've received nothing. for whatever reason, i'd expected otherwise.
Quote from: Agent : Orange on August 17, 2011, 02:35:03 AMThe only other experience I've had which comes close to being considered "paranormal" is a stay out East I had once. I was attending a conference in Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada and wanted to book the cheapest room I could find near the University. These were the only constraints I was at all interested in. So my wife hit the internet for me, found a place and kindly made reservations at the Waverley Inn. When the cab pulled up I was a bit surprised at what the place actually looked like. It was built essentially as a large four story row house with a very dated looking exterior. My first thought was that it had a vintage of funeral parlor mixed with old library. As I walked up the stairs to get to my room, I noticed a bunch of paintings on the wall - all very old, portraits of individual men and women holding babies staring expressionlessly out from the frames. The top floor room I got was interesting. A marble writing desk with a narrow window above overlooked the street, skylight above the bed equipped with giant elaborately carved bedposts, and ancient hand embroidered wallpaper. The more I thought about the place the more strange it seemed. I complained that my hotel was "a bit weird" to a friend and we made arrangements to meet for dinner that night. Before I went out, I checked the place out on google. Turns out that the hotel is one of the "most haunted spots of Halifax" and that ghost tours that go through the city often stop there. It was apparently a favorite spot of Oscar Wilde, and his ghost is said to haunt the place. http://www.budgettravel.com/feature/spirited-nova-scotia,3913/I immediately called my wife, "THANKS FOR PUTTING ME UP IN A HAUNTED HOUSE!!", and it's been a running joke between us ever since that I'll handle booking accommodations for any trips we take now. The conference itself went off without a hitch and was actually quite profitable for me. I never saw any ghosts while I was staying there or experienced anything out of the ordinary. I showed off the suite to a number of people while I was in town and it became a neat conversation starter at the conference. I did pull off a bitch move when I left though. After a shower on the last day I wrote on the humid bathroom mirror with my finger, "HELP ME I AM IN HELL", so the next time some asshole has a shower in that suite he will get a better story out of the place than I did.