I used to be able to create energy balls when I was a kid!

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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I would never assert or argue that any of the events really happened other than my mind and memory and it doesn’t bother me if anyone disputes them or even better gives a solid scientific reason for them.

Hope everyone doesn’t mind that this is turning into a ghost story thread, but here’s another one that I’ve posted before that happened in broad daylight, but sadly I was the only witness.

I was working alone renovating the first floor two story building to open up a cell phone store. The building was formerly a long stay hotel (in Wahiawa, Hawaii for anyone interested) and at least one old Chinese man (this is significant and explained below) died upstairs (the bottom was two rooms, the front desk and back office. There was no electricity at first so I could only work during the day. The building stood on a block long lot with another building and multi-car garage in the rear. There was a driveway that lead from the front to the back, but it was gated and locked during the weekdays. The building in the back was an annex to the church next door that was used as a Sunday school and only used on Sundays and Wednesday evenings, so there was almost always no one else on the lot most of the time.

In the room I was working, there was a line of frosted jalousie windows, all closed. Beyond those windows was the gated driveway. The front and side doors were open for airflow. I’d sometimes hear odd noises and the doors slam, despite them all being open when I checked upstairs and downstairs. I’d yell out in Cantonese to “them” to leave me alone and leave and the noises would stop for a day or so. One day, as I was walking from the front to the back of the room, I noticed a shadow in the window which couldn’t be mine because there was little natural light in the room where I was working. At first I thought it was someone outside following my walk, so I stopped and the shadow continued on. I rushed the 10 steps or so to the open side door to see who it was, but both gates were closed and no one could have run the half block and jumped the back fence before I got to the door. I didn’t hear any noises after that.

However, about a year later, after we opened the store, one of the workers friends rented one of the upstairs rooms (I think was only two or three, plus the bathroom). He was young, in his 20’s, ~6ft, 200lbs. He said he heard and saw things during the night, and 6 months later he left after his friends said he had fallen down the stairs after hearing/seeing something he couldn’t describe. I wasn’t working there at the time, but returned after he left.

On the other hand, I often stayed playing videogames in the dark with headphones on into the early morning without incident. I chalked it up to my showing respect to whomever/whatever was there by speaking in Cantonese.

Oh, I was in my 40’s at the time.

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Here’s a story where there was a witness. Again sorry if you’ve read my post about this before.

In my late 30’s I worked a mortuary front office during the day and in the evenings would go with my friend to, as his wife said, to “Pick up dead bodies.”

The morgue/office building was under construction with only the first floor being completed and occupied (no pun intended), the second floor was still just open window frames and a few unoccupied offices and a bathroom that had doors installed. A few months earlier, a homeless guy was found sleeping in the hearse garage (got in during the day when the doors were open), so we were conscious about the homeless somehow wandering into the uncompleted building.

One morning about 1 or 2am, we got back from a pickup and my friend forgot something in the van. While I waited for him outside the morgue door, I heard a door slam downstairs. I told my friend, so said “Stop playing around.” and we heard another door slam upstairs. We were more concerned that someone living was inside than anything else. My friend grabbed a piece of pipe and I grabbed a hammer. We entered, closing the only entrance/exit door behind us and we checked the offices and all the doors were locked as they were supposed to be and we checked all the bodies by hitting them on the feet to see if anyone flinched!

Done with the downstairs, we went upstairs (through the only stairway which we could ) to check. All the office doors were closed and locked, but the bathroom door was slightly ajar. The water was running and the toilet running as if someone had just flushed it. No one was upstairs and the only way somebody could have been up there and passed us was to jump from the second story window.

The next day, we told one the morgue workers the story and he nonchalantly said “Yeah, there’s ghosts upstairs”, and told the story about how he once saw someone standing in the open window bay when he was the first and only one at work in the morning.

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Here’s a couple that no one will ever convince me are nothing less then divine intervention.

I was unemployed and seriously depressed. On a Monday or Tuesday, I’d decided to end it all that Saturday. On Wednesday, my friend (the woman who I was madly in love with) called me and asked if I wanted to attend a church she heard about that Sunday. Of course that meant my Saturday plans would have to be put on hold. We went to church that Sunday, and the membership minister came up to us asking who we are and where we worked. I told him I was unemployed and he said he’d arrange an interview with his boss for a flooring sales position. My interview was on Wednesday, so again, my plans had to be postponed. I interviewed and got the job.

I called my friend to see if she would be attending church with me the next Sunday and she said no. When I asked her she asked me to go with her the first and only time, she said it was because she knew I was depressed and she thought of the church which she heard about. That Sunday when I went by myself was Easter Sunday.

After that, at least three or four times when I was unemployed and despite my submitting multiple job applications and having a couple of interviews, I was unsuccessful. It was only after I verbally said, “Lord, I give up, it’s all in your hands and your plans.”, did I get a call, once the next morning with a job offer from someone I didn’t even submit my job application to. She saw it online.

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Here’s a couple that no one will ever convince me are nothing less then divine intervention.

I was unemployed and seriously depressed. On a Monday or Tuesday, I’d decided to end it all that Saturday. On Wednesday, my friend (the woman who I was madly in love with) called me and asked if I wanted to attend a church she heard about that Sunday. Of course that meant my Saturday plans would have to be put on hold. We went to church that Sunday, and the membership minister came up to us asking who we are and where we worked. I told him I was unemployed and he said he’d arrange an interview with his boss for a flooring sales position. My interview was on Wednesday, so again, my plans had to be postponed. I interviewed and got the job.

I called my friend to see if she would be attending church with me the next Sunday and she said no. When I asked her [why]she asked me to go with her the first and only time, she said it was because she knew I was depressed and she thought of the church which she heard about. That Sunday when I went by myself was Easter Sunday.

After that, at least three or four times when I was unemployed and despite my submitting multiple job applications and having a couple of interviews, I was unsuccessful. It was only after I verbally said, “Lord, I give up, it’s all in your hands and your plans.”, did I get a call, once the next morning with a job offer from someone I didn’t even submit my job application to. She saw it online.

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One of the lil’wrekkers best friends Father is a mortician/funeral director. He runs a decades old funeral home. It’s been the same location at least 80 years. He can tell some stories that will rattle you.

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Oh, please share!

People would ask me I was scared when I worked there. I always answered that I was more afraid of the live homeless people (like the guy who snuck into the garage) than the deceased!

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He told us one tale of the old lady ghost that checked every deceased person. They knew to expect her appearing when bodies were brought in. She would appear in the hallway down to where the embalming was done. Hiding instruments or making noises in the next room.
He wasn’t in the least afraid of her. He said she was working. She was a Nurse when she was alive.
He, also said the living scared him way more than the deceased. Being a funeral director he sees families in their most stressful times. I assumed he meant he had seen some bad stuff.

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I think they sell those on ‘InfoWars’.

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Memory is a strange thing. That I know of, I’ve hallucinated three times - once due to not falling asleep after taking Ambien, and the other two times due to very high fevers. And even though I know all three of these events were not real, in my memories of them they seem to really have happened.

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The closest I came to taking drugs was seriously overdosing (8-12 caps at once) on the old Nyquil (the one that was known to give you hallucinations). I felt myself lift off the bed a few times, but once I lifted off the bed, spun around horizontally a few times, then gently returned to the bed. This may be tied to my vague recollections of astral projections. But there’s no doubts in my mind or memory that was drug induced. Even a child, when I was given cough medicine with codeine (ahh, remember those days?) or in a fevered dream, I knew it wasn’t real.

Everything I’ve posted above was without any external stimulus at all.

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It a shame phenomena like this can never be harnessed to do good works. The universe is laughing at us when it lets us create new energy, but only for tossing softball sized quantities of it under a piano