This will be very short, but it really was creepy for me and my wife.
We were driving last night after going out to dinner and we were just listening to music "chatting". My three year old son was seated in the baby seat in the back seat. That's when he said he wanted to go to home to see his "brother".
It amused me and my wife because Noah's an only child. So my wife asks him, "Who's your brother?"
Noah answers, "The little boy in my room."
My wife asks, "What's his name?"
With that my little boy paused for a minute and said, "Biwwey", his way of saying, "Billy".
Chills raced up and down my spine and arms, my wife held her breath, chills obviously all over her. The "static" of our uneasiness was nearly tangible in the car. That's when my wife broke the uneasy silence with, "Okay, that was spooky."
Most don't know that when I was two years old I had a 7 year old brother named Billy. Billy died in a hit and run accident just after he had turned 7. My wife and I never really talk about it. I mean, I was only two years old and I don't even remember him. But what's odd is that my little boy doesn't have any friends named "Billy" and I have no idea where he came up with the idea of having an invisible "brother" named Billy.
Oh well... that's my first ghost story of the season.
This will be very short, but it really was creepy for me and my wife.
We were driving last night after going out to dinner and we were just listening to music "chatting". My three year old son was seated in the baby seat in the back seat. That's when he said he wanted to go to home to see his "brother".
It amused me and my wife because Noah's an only child. So my wife asks him, "Who's your brother?"
Noah answers, "The little boy in my room."
My wife asks, "What's his name?"
With that my little boy paused for a minute and said, "Biwwey", his way of saying, "Billy".
Chills raced up and down my spine and arms, my wife held her breath, chills obviously all over her. The "static" of our uneasiness was nearly tangible in the car. That's when my wife broke the uneasy silence with, "Okay, that was spooky."
Most don't know that when I was two years old I had a 7 year old brother named Billy. Billy died in a hit and run accident just after he had turned 7. My wife and I never really talk about it. I mean, I was only two years old and I don't even remember him. But what's odd is that my little boy doesn't have any friends named "Billy" and I have no idea where he came up with the idea of having an invisible "brother" named Billy.
Oh well... that's my first ghost story of the season.
God bless.
A familiar spirit?
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I'm of the opinion that there's far more happening on the spiritual plane than what traditional religion considers. For example, we know that a man is appointed once to die and then the judgment.... but what happens between death and that person's judgment is largely a mystery to most Christians. It comforts us to assume it's cut and dry and all understood. But it's not.
I could explain how some spirits of the dead have found their way back into the earthly plane but I highly doubt many would see any value in what I'd have to say. And yes, I'd be able to draw from Scripture.
I've heard of this happening. Not sure exactly what all it means. I agree there is much more that goes on in the spiritual realm than we understand.
As a side note: I could not sleep last night from before 3:00 a.m. to past 6 this morning. However, while laying there trying to go back to sleep, I heard something hit the floor on my husbands side of the bed. I woke him up but we didn't see anything on the floor. Very strange. lol
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This conversation could get interesting. We can discuss the possible origins of "ghosts". Most believe that they are not "ghosts" but "familiar spirits". But there are other possible origins. What are some of your thoughts?
Here are my thoughts. I believe that when witches conjure the dead they leave doorways open between the earthly plane and the spirit world. Spirits of the dead often wonder back into the earthly realm and haunt. At that point they can be dealt with as with any other spirit. We can cast them out or pray them over depending upon their disposition.
While the diced red skinned potatoes are boiling for potato salad, I will jump in on this...
When Bishop NJW was my pastor he taught us that there is no such thing as a ghost.
According to him, the only person who ever came back from the dead was Samuel, and the Witch of Endor was so shocked to see the real deal, she screamed out at Saul in fear.
However, this is the story as told to me by my grandmother and aunt...I caution you, it is strange, but I promise you it is true.
Their mother died at a young age, leaving 6 small children. My granny was the oldest, and she was 9 yrs. old. This was 1906...
Three months after her momma passed, her daddy married the 19 yr. old babysitter. The morning after they were married, he hollered for my granny to fetch him a cup of water.
Granny said it was a large sitting room/ kitchen combined, and in the center of the room was a big potbellied stove.
When granny walked into this room she saw her dead mother sitting in the rocker next to the stove, her elbow resting on the tea kettle with her hand on her chin, and a tear streaming down her cheek.
In shock, granny called for her sister...she yelled, "Zelia come here, it's ma..."
Aunt Zelia ran into the room and saw her mother sitting in the chair.
They both turned to call the rest of the family, but when they looked back, their mother was gone.
My grandmother was saved before I was born, and would literally cut off her hand before she would lie to anyone, least of all her grandchildren.
But a few years before she passed I asked them both together to relate the story one more time...they were both well into their 70s, yet my sanctified grandmother and Aunt Zelia told the story again.
Even stranger than that, many years after their mother passed there was a problem with the graves at the cemetery, and my great grandmother's grave and casket were opened.
Back in those days dead folks weren't embalmed, at least not where she lived...she must have been in a comma, woke up and realized she was buried alive because she had turned over in her casket and a handful of hair was in her hand.
Someone told my great grandfather, and he died a few months after that, never recovering from such horrific news.
I do NOT believe in ghosts, but I certainly DO believe my dear granny.
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