Hi Guys ,

The winner of the competition for The Witches' Goddess by Janet and Stewart Farrar is Rocket Queen.

A big well done to her.

Didn't win? Keep checking this board for a new competition.

Brightest Blessings,

Pino

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The mouse, he has no house.......

I have always known that ghosts, angels, demons, fairies, etc have existed. I had several experiences but my favorite is that of an angel and a young pregnant girl.

I was visiting the hospital with a friend so she could do a blood test. I had just had my oldest daughter at the age of 18. Anyway we were walking down the hall and there was a girl sitting in a chair with her feet up and her head on her knees as if she were crying. I wanted to stop when I first saw her several feet away. As we got near to her I noticed the she wasn't on the chair at all but on a lap of a VERY large set of legs I have ever seen. I started at the knees and worked my way up and saw the LARGEST man I had ever seen holding this child of about 16 like a baby. He had to have been 7 feet tall, muscular but not bulky, tan but not over done, brown eyes and dirty blond hair, beautiful is the only other word to describe him. He stuck out his arm to stop me and said talk to her. I said ok then he vanished when I sat down.

Come to find out she was only like 16 pregnant with her first child and having a panic attack. She was so worried about what that would do to the baby that it was making her attack worse. My friend and I were able to calm her down and give her some advice on what its like being a young single mother and give her some information on help if she needed it. She was so thankful about everything that by the time we were done talking her attack was gone and she told us that she felt so bad but that something kept telling her that it would be ok. I told her that she had a guardian angel watching over you and that as long as she at least believed in that then everything would be ok.

As we left her, I looked back and her angel was back but he was just sitting next to her with his arm behind her like a father to a child. He just nodded to me as in a thank you and we left and I had the most satisfying feeling know that I was able to help.

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Anger is the prelude to Courage.

When I was young boy of about four or five years old. I awoke from sleeping one night. It was dark and late at night. The only light was coming from the moon shining though the bathroom window. I got up and walked across the landing to use the toilet. Then I noticed my younger sister walk out from her bedroom and down the stairs. I called out her name, 'Nicola, where you going'. She did not answer me. Again I called out. ' Where you going?',she turned round and said, 'Simon, don't worry I will always be watching over you'.
I walked towards my sisters bedroom and looked down the stairs. There was no one there. No sign of the young girl that looked like my sister. Then I noticed my sisters door was closed. Upon opening the door I saw my sister was fast asleep in her bed. It frightened me a little at first. But then I put it down to being 'just' a dream.
It was only years later when I was in my teens, that my mother told me a story. She told about my older sister 'Gemma' that had died at birth which I never knew before this time. To this day I believe it was my older sister and that she still watches over me to this day.

Thanks for reading
Simon

I have always known that ghosts existed.

Five years ago my step-father died of lung cancer, he was agnostic. He told my mother that if there was someplace out there after death that he would come back and let her know.

It was about a week after he had passed away that I kept waking up in the middle of the night to breakfast being fixed and dishes being washed afterwards, the first night it was eggs and bacon, the second night it was pancakes and the third night it was his favorite blueberry oatmeal. I thought it was my mother getting up because she couldn't sleep so I asked her one morning if she was making breakfast and washing the dishes afterwards because there was never any dishes in the sink drying, she said no, so I told her what was going on and it brought a little peace to her to know that my step-father was letting her know that he was okay and there was something after death to go to.

Blessings

Grey Tiger

Ok... this may be rather long, but here goes:

As a teen, I was always interested in the supernatural. I have always believed in ghosts/spirits. A friend of mine suggested that we "play" with her Ouija board. That night, we got in touch with a spirit who called himself Ray. Ray answered many stupid questions for us trying to convince us, I suppose, that he truly existed. You know, silly things like: What color is the sweater at the very back of my closet? Will I ever get married? Will I have kids? What is my husband's name going to be? Stupid things that teens generally ask. We had a fun time talking with Ray. He answered every question we asked. We had many laughs... my friend was going to have 4 kids (I don't know how she is doing as we lost touch after I graduated), and I was going to marry Ray. (Like that could happen as he was just a spirit! LOL)

Well, over the course of about six months, friends and I would pull out the Ouija board and it never failed, we would get in touch with Ray. I never felt afraid of speaking with him, until the last night we talked. A friend of mine and I had decided to go get a snack (it was around 1 am) and Ray told us that he would come with us. We told him that was fine, said our good-byes and went downstairs. After making our snacks, we sat down at the dining room table. Well, I started to look out the window onto our back porch. And I saw what appeared to be a happy drama mask type face looking back at me. Then it morphed into what looked like a devil. It freaked me out, so I asked my friend to look out the window. She saw the same thing! So, we ran back up to my room and pulled out the Ouija board.

We got in contact with Ray. He told us that the first face we saw was him, but the second was "E-V-I-L" and he was there to protect me. Well, shortly after that, we said our good-byes. That was the last time I have ever used a Ouija board.

Oh, I almost forgot to tell you my husband's name, whom I married about 14 years after speaking with Ray. How silly of me to not say... his name is Ray!

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hehe... I was "The Maiden for one post only" I think that's cute! Especially when I was previously a water dragon.

Hi there,
I have had a few different experiences....
I promise NONE are made up, and none were under my control.
I'm not sure which of these i should write about...
Most of my experiences always happen when I am at the moment of sleep but am starting to come back to conciousness ..... I can think of 3 major experiences.....
1] about 5-6 years ago I woke up one morning with a feeling that "
I knew i had had an out of body experience (astral travel)... I remember
that i was standing in the apartment of a man of about 30 years old , short dark hair tan pants and a kind of checkered shirt and he was laying on the ground on his side , almost in a baby position, I remember feeling as if I KNEW HE WAS DEAD AND THAT HE HAD DIED OF A SUICIDE DUE TO A HANGING... I REMEMBER FEELING LIKE" OHH, POOR MAN HE KILLED HIMSELF.... I DID NOT HAVE NEGATIVE OR FEELINGS OF FEAR....
ABOUT 3 WEEKS LATER, MY NEIGHBOR WHOM I HAD NEVER MEET, WHOM
LIVED IN THE SAME EXACT DIRECTION ACROSS FROM MY BEDROOM WINDOW, KILLED HIMSELF, DUE TO A SUICIDE HANGING, HE HAD DARK SHORT HAIR AND WAS IN HIS EARLY 30'S.I FOUND OUT THROUGH WORD OF MOUTH. I NEVER DID RESEARCH TO FIND OUT IF THE PERSON IN MY "DREAM " WAS THE SAME PERSON.... I KNOW IN MYSELF THAT IT WAS, AND THERE WILL BE A DAY, WHERE ALL THE PIECES WILL FIT IN THIS PUZZLE.... OF THIS I AM SURE....
2] Another experience was right b4 the TSUNAMI (I THINK 2004)
Again i woke up Thursday morning at about 6 am due to my alarm clock,
I remember it was Thursday right b4 x-mas eve ...because i wasn't suppose to work that day ..... anyways back to my story.....
i woke up to a really clear male voice on my radio clock telling me that
there had been a really big earthquake under the ocean floor of over an 8.0 and that it was a really big deal .... many many deaths and so on...
that same day i had gotten a phone call from work to go in due to the
business of the holidays.....i did go to work and started talking to everyone i knew about this natural disaster, no1 knew what i was talking about, they all said i was crazy, but i was sure of what i had heard and so I proceeded to inform people about my news... I remember even having a full fledge convo at the -x-mass eve dinner about a tsunami that had hit
somewhere and that it was a huge natural disaster well as u can imagine no1 knew what i was talking about..... then the 26th came and went and
everyone came up to me to ask how did I know..... the answer is simple:
I don't know how i knew other than the radio clock alarm..... when i went to check my alarm clock something else blew me away..... it was never
set to ring that morning.......spooky!!!!
and the last experience was predicting my fathers death to the minute!
3:33 pm....... notice everything that happens around me is 3 weeks ....
3 days....23 dec day b4 x-mas eve was the message on the alarm clock
and the tsunami hit the 26th dec.... and my fathers death 3:33 pm....nov 25 2006...bless u PAPI!!!!
WELL, I'LL LET U JUDGE MY EXPERIENCES.....
GOD BLESS.....
P.S: can anyone explain to me why do i get these messages if i can't piece them together till after the fact??????help....
and why haven't i gotten anything since?????

Since a very young age, I've always had this dreadful feeling that my life was soon to end. I could not place a time frame on this feeling but I can say it disturbed me greatly. Eventually I started to have dreams of a nuclear holocaust, one in which I witnessed the bomb going off and the force of the blast hitting me like nothing has ever done before, but to my surprise I was still alive and so was the world around me, while it had changed, strangely it remained the same. As these dreams and feeling continued and time progressed toward the future I slowly realized that the date of my doom was rapidly approaching. In the year of 2001 I was able to define it down as the later half of the year 2007. I could not be more precise even though I tried. As time kept progressing towards this date of doom. The dreams and feelings became more and more intense creating a anxiety in me that sometimes would over whelm me to the point of having pure fear of the date. In roughly 2004 everything suddenly stopped. The feelings and dreams where gone. I did not know what to make of this sudden halt, but I still had the reminiscence of the feelings and dreams in the back of my mind and I was unable to shake the knowledge of my impending doom that lay ahead. As time continued to march forward I slowly lost the memory of the dreams and feelings, life slowly returned to what I thought was normal. Then in this past year, it all came rushing back with such clarity and definition that it was surreal, but this time I understood the meaning.

In 2006 I started to receive counseling to help alleviate the friction and conflict of being diagnosed with Gender Identity Disorder. I had been fighting a battle within myself that only could lead to my destruction or my enlightenment. As of August of this year I legally changed my name and began to live full time as a woman. I decided to embrace this change and I have never been happier. In hindsight I now understand that all of the dreams and feelings of my life ending was actually just a premonition of my transition process to become a woman. Dreams and feelings of doom do not necessarily mean death but instead depict the end one one way and the beginning of another. My life is now filled with hope and optimism of continued happiness. The next time I have such a profound feeling or dream I'll be wise and listen to what it has to say, Life is to precious not too.

Blessed Be
Sylisia ( A.K.A. Rachael)

I’m sure, that if each of us thought about it long enough, we could recount many experiences throughout our lives that are “unexplained”. Even though this is a competition, I’ve chosen to post this particular experience, more as a tool and advice to those of you who have or think they have had visions or dreams that are “unexplained”.

I have had visions my entire life and never really knew they were visions. Not daily….Not even weekly….But when they come, I’ve learned it’s important NOT to disregard them.

In 1998, I had a HORRIBLE repeating dream. I would literally wake up trying to scream, but no sound ever came from my mouth. I was at a point of tremendous change in my life. I had an infant child, recently separated, moved back home to try to get back on my feet…you get the picture.

The dream was in vivid color and detail. I was in a city, but didn’t know where. I was working late. I was in my office on the third floor overlooking the street. The street was wet from the street washer that had just come by. The night was warm, the street was not very busy. I looked at the clock on my desk and it was 10:00pm. I was tired, but had much work to do.

Next, I heard what seemed like hundreds of sirens and alarms. I walked to the window and the building across the street was on fire. The fire trucks had blocked the entryway to my office because the hydrant was there. I decided it was time to leave before things got too hectic and I’d be stuck there all night.

Since the front door was blocked, I went out the back door, which led to an alleyway. My car was parked on the opposite side of the road where the alley ended. As I was walking to my car, a man jumped from behind the dumpster and grabbed me, and drug me into the brush.

That’s when I woke up, Everytime.

This dream continued for months. In April of 1998, I was flown to Pennsylvania for a job interview. It was a success! I got the job and was relocated to Nashville, TN. The company put my son and I up in a nice apartment while we looked for a home of our own. Things were great, and the dream had stopped.

In July of that same year, my boss had purchased a new building in Downtown Nashville to open a new nightclub, which I was to manage and operate. After he closed the deal, he called me and asked me to meet him at the building so he could show me my new office. I was very excited. He gave me the address and told me to park in a particular lot and he would meet my in the front.

When I arrived, the sun was setting and something was very familiar about this, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. I met my boss at the front door and we proceeded with the tour. I could see his vision for the building. We shared the same concepts and it was an exciting time. He then took me to the third floor, and showed me my new office. It was then that I realized this is the office in that horrible dream. Needless to say, the smile on my face was not reflective of what I was feeling inside. I was sick. I didn’t want to be there. Something was very wrong.

I called a friend of mine and told him about the dream and that I believed it was a warning. He shrugged it off, but I insisted and said, “If I ever call you at 10:00pm and tell you to pick me up, you better be here!” He laughed and agreed.

I was fired from that job on August 12, 1998 without reason. Never been fired in my life! But, never have I been so relieved either. On September 13, the building across the street caught fire.

So, y'all can think I’m crazy if you wish and the dream could mean something very different than what I think it meant. But I believe something bad would have happened to me that day if I stayed. Pay attention to your dreams! They could save your life!

Ever since I was little I always knew there are more to this life that what we normally see on a daily basis.. I have always seen crazy things growing up, and my parents always dismissed them as me having an "overactive imagination".. but I will tell the story of a "demon" that I encountered when I was 13..

I will start by explaining my favourite place to go to, so you will understand the story a bit more...

I used to go to this huge courtyard that we called the "brollo" in S. Quirino.. I was always drawn to this place, never knowing why.. there is a beautiful pond on the left part of the yard with weeping willows surrounding it and and olive tree on the south of it... no matter where the moon is in the sky, it WILL shine on this pond, even through the trees... in the south part of the courtyard there is a huge wall with a god head jutting out the the center and there is a goddess statue on each piller on both sides of this wall... everything grows in circle here... and there is a hole in the wall that is completly hidden by vines and trees in which I would go through to get into the "brollo".

When I was 13, I decided to ride my bike to the "brollo" for some time alone.. I visited the pond and fed the fish... I sat by the water just thinking... after about an hour I decided to leave.. I grabbed my bike and as i was heading to the hole in the wall I looked up a noticed something dressed in a black cloak on the far west side of the courtyard... I rode up towards it a little bit and realized that all I could see of this figure was black.. inside I felt excited and a bit scared at the same time, but i had to see what this was... I first yelled out in italian, "Chi sei?" (who are you?) and I got no answer.. I rode up a little bit more and noticed that this figure was waving it's arms underneath him, completly ignoring me.. So I then decided to yell out in english, that would get it's attention! "Who are you?" Still it ignored me... I got an over whelming fear sweep over my body and I jumped back on my back and pedaled as fast as i could to the back towards the hole in the wall.. before leaving I turned around to see this figure one last time... It has stoped doing what it was doing and was watching me.. i could feel it's eyes staring right through me... I left feeling a sence of excitement and wonder...

When i was in New Mexico, I told a witch there this experiance ands he thinks I encountered a demon.. I still went back to the "brollo" many more times and had many more experiences.. but this one would have to be my favourite because it was my first.

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My most memorable psychic experience involves a very bad day I was having and is how I was called by my patroness.

My grandfather and only family ally died last year in April. He always seemed to be the only person in my family who understood me and didn't disown me because of my beliefs. After all, he himself was very shamanistic...

So you can understand that I spent most of my free days just after his death sitting on his grave in tears. I just lie there and talked to him everyday as I would have had he still been sitting in his rocking chair on the enormous porch of his home.

One day, after the other seniors at my high school had been particularly cruel to me over my beliefs, I lay in my usual place hugging my grandfather's headstone. I was crying so hard and loud that I wasn't surprised that I didn't hear the motherly lady who walked up. She was wearing a cool green dress, had beautiful flowing brown hair to her waist and the most gorgeous leaf green eyes I have ever seen. Paying no head to her beautiful dress, she knelt beside me.

For a moment I just continued to cry, but then I noticed something that shocked me a bit...this woman had a slight glow to her skin as though she were literally sparkling! I met her eyes as a solitary tear rolled down her cheek. She held her arms out to me and I went to her without hesitation. She held me and hummed for a bit, occasionally wiping away my tears. After a few minutes I began to feel utterly calm and stopped crying.

She continued to hold me until I began to pull away. I stopped at arms length and looked back into her eyes, trying to memorize her face. I almost cried again I felt so peaceful and full of love. I whispered a quiet thank you and began to stand, but she stopped me. Her voice...the only way I can describe it is the tinkling laughter of a creek flowing combined with the gentle whisper of the wind on a cool autumn afternoon...she said "He loves you. And he can hear your words as well as feel your love. Do not be sad. Know that I am always with you. As is your grandfather. Be blessed, my child."

To my astonishment, she then kissed my forehead, smoothed my hair back from my face, and just vanished! I fell to the ground in shock. I lay there for a moment, sprawled across my grandfather's grave until a single raindrop hit me. And as though that raindrop itself had spoken the name, I heard in my mind the word "Gaia". I leaped up and ran the full mile home. I knelt before my altar right then and dedicated myself to her.

And that is how I found my Goddess...

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"We form a circle of hope. We pass the flame to one another. If my candle goes out, yours will light it. Together we make a brighter light...and each candle promises something of it own: that darkness will not have the last word."

I have had a few experiences in my life. There are 3 that I remember the most. The first one I am going to tell you about is about a family pet that we once had. He was our dog named Bandit. He was very friendly and loved to run, but you couldn't let him outside without being right there with him, otherwise he would take off. Well, one night the babysitter we had did just that and we heard screeches coming from the road. Bandit got hit by a car, but wasnt dead yet. He was running circles around the house outside and we finally got him in the house. He continued to run circles in the house until he finally collapsed in the front hall where he died. Two weeks later I seen him running circles around our dining room table.
My second experience came when I was about 10 and my sisters called me crazy. We (meaning me and my sisters) were all sitting in the car out in a parking lot waiting for my parents to come out of the bar. All the windows were up and the doors locked, like our mom told us too do. Well, I was nored talking with my sisters and I couldn't sleep. I hoped up to the front seat of the car and just sat there staring out the window. Eventually, the window seemed to slowly disappear and I was able to put my hand through it. I was amazed, and when I told my sisters what I had just done , all they could do was laugh at me. I couldn't do it again to show them that I was serious, so they called me crazy.
My third memorable experience has been some of my dreams coming true. I have always had dreams of becoming pregnant and having my children which I am sure a lot of moms do. But the dream that has really captured my attention was the one that I had this past Labor Day weekend. My family and I went down to Meramec Caverns and camped out for the weekend. The first night there I had a dream of someone running over me through our tent. There was no way possible for this to happen because we were surrounded by trees. So I just ignored the dream and went back to sleep. The next day, the people that were camping next to us told us about a woman that had gotten run over by her husband that night.

You be the judge, but I don't think I will be ignoring any more of my dreams, thats for sure.

I must admit I am still struggling to choose which of all events and experiences with the dead. Anyway, here goes nothing.
It started as my first memory. I don't know how old I was, but it is definitely my first memory. I used to see reflections of what I believed was me on lots of pieces of broken glass. It continued throughout my childhood, it was a haunting experience, but I was never able to block it out. It was charming in a way.
Years later (I was about 4-5 years old) my uncle from Canada was visiting us in Lithuania. All of a sudde I went up to him and told him a short poem about a plum in English, bare in mind I never had any lessons in English and never heard what English language sounded like.
The poem was:
"Little Jack Horner
Sat in a corner
He put in his thumb
And pulled out a plum.
And said-
What a good boy am I"
My uncle complimented me, and was as surprised as I was that I could speak so well in English!
Throughout my teen years I used to sing in English in my sleep, my mother told me it sounded so beautiful like it was somebody else and it was in perfect English. I must admit by then I had English lessons at school but my English was far from perfect. It continued non-stop.
I still had my memory of the reflections in the glass, I still would come up with very English expressions and sing/speak in English at night. I was absolutely confused.
Then finally I met my husband when I was 18 and a half. He is 38 years older than me and since that day more and more strange (not my own) memories started coming to me.
From the moment I met him, I felt that he is a good man and that I have met him before. Even though Our paths never crossed before, not in this life.
I spoke very posh English in my sleep and my husband has confirmed that it was perfect English and far better than my speaking skills during the day. It was strange to say the least, back then it took me 5 minutes to form a sentence in English so I couldn't understand it at all!
Through my visions, I remembered being in Spain in a square that had a fountain in a middle, and being in a cafe with those old fashioned mushroom shaped umbrellas above my head.
My husband sitting in front of me much younger, than now, joking and laughing and teasing me for my accent. He had a blue expensive car with white seats inside. He has confirmed he had a ferarri while in Spain in his 20s, he knew he never told me about it and was very confused when I asked about his car.
Then more memories started rushing, I was in a shop in England trying on a Wedding gown and very sad because I was marrying someone I didn't love. The woman who was helping me with the gown called me Jane/Jenny.
The visions continued and I was again back in Spain in my hotel room (the hotel is still in the same square as the cafe) wood paneled walls and heavy curtains covering my windows. I somehow knew that the romance is over, Jane had a broken heart. She (Jane) had a white cat with a bell on her neck. Jane was writing a letter to her father in a very beautiful curly handwriting.
Then one night the worst of all memories came through. I saw the accident when Jane died. The windscreen shattered as she hit the tree and died instantly in Portugal en route to Lisboa. Later in the same vision a Portuguese man was telling a journalist in Portuguese:
"The car hit the tree so hard, there's always going to be a scar." I don't speak Portuguese or Spanish but I know Jane did. I could not repeat what he said, but I understood exactly what he meant.
Jane, loved my husband very much. She died on the 10-12th of February 1973 during the same time there was a big racing rally going across Europe.
Jane, has lived with me now for years, and it took me long enough to work the whole puzzle out. I know there is something she doesn't want to tell me, but I think I worked it out myself.
I know she lives inside of me, and I know she loves the same man as me. She gives me advices and still teaches me without me realising it. I hope she will stay so we can share the love of my husband even if he is not fully aware of it.

I believe this story is suitable for the competition. I haven't told everything, as there is so much to tell, but I think you will understand. I am hoping to write a book about it one day, but only after Jane approves it.

I don't know if any of you are familiar with the "Gypsy Witch" cards from US Games but we have a deck in my family that has been in use from my Grandmother on down. Anyway, there is a card in the deck with a picture of an eye on it and I always took it to signify "someone" was watching out for me. Everytime I read the cards for myself or someone read the cards for me that card always came up. I had felt that the card signified my Great Grandfather. He passed when I was 6 and I always felt he was watching over me.

The card suddenly stopped comming up at the same time I stopped feeling his presents. Both events happened around the time of the birth of my son- a red head just like my Great Grandfather. Coincidence? I am a brunette an my husband a blonde.

It was a dark and stormy night … no, wait, that’s the way a different story starts. So onward and upward …

My most beautiful experiences happened years apart, but were, in the end, very nearly identical. The first being in May of 1991; my dear Mom (mother-in-law) was dying of cancer. At the time I thought what I was seeing was exhaustion, wishful thinking, or my imagination; as I stood at the foot of her bed I felt the need to gaze upward and what I saw buckled my knees and I had to grab the bed rail to keep from falling.

There, at the head of the bed, was an immense, glowing angel; it appeared Mom’s head was being cradled in his lap and for the first time in a long while she seemed peaceful. Maybe it was the drugs, but I like to think it was the angel’s doing. The angel appeared to be sitting; holding Mom’s head and shoulders in his lap; his arms around her shoulders with his hands over hers; and the most immense white wings tipped forward with his body and the ends of his wings were lying on the bed alongside her body. He appeared the perfect size to cradle her now frail body and at the same time I had the sense he was as enormous as all the heavens.

The sight made me quite emotional and I started to cry. Others in the room asked after my well being, knowing the toll her impending passing was taking on me. When I described what I was seeing an advisor told me I was seeing the Archangel, Lord Michael – needless to say I was floored! The incredible image of this being truly eased my grief and brought me a sense of peace that things would, in fact, be alright.

I like to believe the advisor was correct and the angel was indeed Lord Michael. And, since this amazing experience was repeated with the passing of my beloved Aunt in 1999 and with my own Mother in 2006 I have to think there's something to it. With each subsequent occasion I sought strength and solace in seeing the angel, regardless of whether or not he is Lord Michael, because he brings such peace to the process.

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