My son was right! Scary!!

[Qi Chicken]

This thread has kind of taken on a life of it's own!

It seems like all combined there is a lot of knowledge here about things that can sometimes be a *little* awkward to talk about in one's regular life! I've been working on seeing auras, I think it would really help me at work and am also interested in communicating in some way with the spirit guides around my family. I have been spectacularly unsuccessful at this. Any ideas????? My daughter has some health problems and I would sure like to help her out.

 

[BarkerChickens]

You my want to ask it to not hang around the closet as it is scaring your son. If it is a nice "visitor", it'll listen. Let him/her know that he/she is welcome if he/she is positive energy, but most leave if he/she is negative.

I grew up with one. It was a male...not sure how we knew that. I am sure it was something, but don't remember. He'd sit on the rocking chair in my brother's room and it would be leaning forward (wind, A/C, etc does not make a rocking chair stop in the forward position as if leaning forward). It'd freak my brother out, so we asked "him" to not do that anymore. He didn't. But, for years, we'd hear him around the house running up stairs (even the dogs would look when we'd hear loud clumping up the stairs...he sure was lead footed!

). He would turn lights on, even with us in the room. We'd say hi since we figure he was letting us know he was there. One time, I was home alone (parents and brother out of state for a few days), doors and windows locked....I was in the shower and the stairwall was on the other side of the wall. I could hear running and banging up and down the stairs. Since the dogs weren't parking, I wasn't worried and figured it was "him". Sure enough, everything was fine when I was done with my shower. After a number of years, he left.

In my family, good energies are welcome to stay as long as they respect people's space if they are uncomfortable.

 

[lovesduckies]

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Wow, you're right. It does look exactly like a knife, I didn't notice that before! I wouldn't normally ask, but since you brought it up, do you mind sharing the story of your sisters? Was your step mother murdered as well? What do you experience that tells you they are there? Only if you don't mind sharing, I certainly do not mean to pry.

I'm sorry I just checked this thread again and saw your question, I don't mind sharing some of the story.
In January of 1978 two men that lived down the street broke into the house because one of them had hit on me and I rebuffed him, I was 14, not interested. My Step dad and his wife had split up and she had taken the girls to CA and they were back to finalize things, it wasn't common knowledge at the time. The girls were raised with me, they were step sisters, just a lot younger than me, I called them my sisters. The two men broke in to "teach me a lesson". I wasn't there so they shot and killed the mom, and then raped, sodomized, and murdered my two little sisters, they were 8 and 6 at the time. I had stayed at my grandparents that night because I was sick. I woke up during the night because I thought the 6 year old was pulling my blankets telling me to get up, that she needed me, I heard it over and over but was in a dream state where you feel like you are waking up but can't? She was really urgent though and kept saying "I need you! I need you!!" I woke up and was alone and it scared me. Two hours later I woke up because my step dad called and said he couldn't get an answer over at the house, could I go over there and see if they were awake. It was across the street so I got up, got ready for school and went over there. The front door was open, the radio up full blast, the tv on full blast, all the lights were on so I started calling their names and no one answered. I walked down the hall to wake up the girls and found my step mom's body with the mattress pulled off of the bed over her, and both little ones were put in the youngest girls bed and the covers pulled up just like they were sleeping. I ran out of the house and told my grandparents what I found and then like an idiot I got on the school bus for a 20 mile ride to high school.

After that, about 2 days later I was woken up by the youngest again and she was telling me that it wasn't my fault, it was those men's fault, and she was trying to tell me who did it but didn't know their names. I only stayed a couple of nights in that house in the years my mom and he lived there, I couldn't handle it at night at all but could be there in the daylight. I would feel the girls climb into my lap in the living room to read to them like I used to. I would find things moved that had been theres that were put away, they would put them back out. One night I came home late from a football game and was supposed to check the house for my parents who were truck drivers, before I went to bed so I pulled into the driveway. Two of my friends were with me and we sat in the truck looking at the house and I thought I saw someone looking out the dining room window, moving the curtain. The two with me knew the story of what had happed there just a couple of years earlier and they kept saying the felt like we shouldn't go in, that something was wrong. I told them to wait in the truck and I got out and walked up to the front door. When I went to put my key in the door it was like something was blocking the key slot and I couldn't unlock the door, the key wouldn't go in. I heard in my head someone saying "Don't go in, don't go in, don't do in!" Over and over. I started to go to the gate on the side of the house to try the back door and I couldn't lift the latch to open it, it's just a regular chain link latch you lift and push the gate open but it was like it welded in place and wouldn't open. So I turned back towards the truck and started to walk back to tell them what had happened and I suddenly just had the panicked urge to run like the devil was after me so I did, jumped in the truck and we went across the road to my grandparents and literally ran across the yard and into the house. We were all three panicking, hysterical and just in pieces. I told my grandparents what had happened and they called the SO who knowing the history responded very rapidly were there within 15 minutes. They went over to the house, took my house key had no trouble opening the door, and one went in the front while the other went around to the back of the house, again no trouble with the gate. They found the back sliding glass door open and someone had broken into the house. I think the girls kept us from harm that night, and that more than likely whomever had broken in was still in there when we pulled up to check the house out.

When my grandmother passed away here at home I was on the road to Midland. I was about halfway there when I heard a voice in my head say "Call Gramma".. I got to Midland and the local PD was waiting at my hotel for me, my grandmother had sat down to watch her soap opera after I left and passed away peacefully, dozing in her chair, the time was right about when I heard someone tell me to call her.

The one time that I heard both girls together was in the not to far past, I was contemplating something I shouldn't have been and I very distinctly heard the older one say "We love you but we aren't ready to see you" the youngest one said "There was a reason you weren't home the night we died, and you haven't fulfilled that reason",,, it shook me up, a lot. I feel them around me so often I'm used to it.

omg. you have to be one of the strongest women i have ever heard of!

i am soo sorry. that was a very moving incident! you are lucky to have them watch over you

 

[lovesduckies]

i am really bad at reading people. sometimes i get the heebie jeebies around like homeless people just because idk they just kinda freak me out, idk why. but i usually don't get the "bad vibes" from anything or anything BUT there is this painting at my grandma's house that jus completely freaks me out. i get that cringe feeling every time i walk by at. i won't even walk by it in the dark, i will run away of someone plays a prank and turns the light off.. but the paining is this man who kinda looks like elton john sitting on a chair with this big rabbit standing behind him with his paw on the man's shoulder. the rabbit looks the the bunny on the trix commercials, but looks like it's possed or something. idk it just completely freaks me out. i even have the heebie jeebies thinking about it. i have asked my grandparents to get rid of it cuz it scares the daylights out of me to the point where i don't even want to go upstairs anymore! they said no. they are leaving me to me when they pass.. i said uhhh i will destroy that painting. i hate it

 

[WyandotteTX]

Lovesduckies, have you ever seen the movie Harvey? Its a comedy about this man(Jimmy Stewart) who has life sized rabbit named Harvey who is his friend and gets him into trouble. That painting sounds very similar to the painting the character has made in the movie of him and his rabbit friend Harvey. Very funny movie btw. Maybe you should watch it and you wouldnt feel so bad about that painting.....
Or dont watch it because it might scare the crap out of you more...Youre choice

 

[lovesduckies]

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OHHHHH i think that's what its from!!!!!! everytime i ask my grandma about the painting, my mind kinda wonders off LOL so i forget but i remember something about harvey. is that why the rabbit looks so mean? LOL i usually call rabbits bunnies.. but that rabbit isn't cute so it's not a bunny

 

[chicken_china_mom]

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One of the reasons that I won't purchase very many antiques is because people tend to leave a little bit of themselves behind, energy wise on items that they cared a lot about, such as a wedding ring, or a china set. It's sort of the same thing with a painting. Think of how much time that artist put into painting it. If that artist had any sort of mental issues (bi-polarism, schizophrenia, etc), then the energy being left behind on the item can be darker, or more frantic. Sometimes when a person dies, they don't want to give up an item that they were possessive of when they were alive. Artwork tends to be an item that gets "haunted" a lot. If the painting bothers you, just avoid it. As for reading people, I can spot a dark spirit from a mile away, lol. I'm not always so good at spotting the psychic vampires (it's really just a name used for people that drain the energy of other people) because often times they just look like everyone else. However once I'm around them, I KNOW. I've had the discomfort of being around several of them in my lifetime, and I tend to avoid them. I'm very sensitive psychically, and I can pick up on stuff that wouldn't bother the average person, and energy is one of those things.

By the way, that painting SOUNDS creepy. WHY exactly do your grandparents like it? I wouldn't want a giant rabbit on my wall. I suppose I'm more partial to my knock off Monet and Renoir's that are on my walls now, lol.

 

[lovesduckies]

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One of the reasons that I won't purchase very many antiques is because people tend to leave a little bit of themselves behind, energy wise on items that they cared a lot about, such as a wedding ring, or a china set. It's sort of the same thing with a painting. Think of how much time that artist put into painting it. If that artist had any sort of mental issues (bi-polarism, schizophrenia, etc), then the energy being left behind on the item can be darker, or more frantic. Sometimes when a person dies, they don't want to give up an item that they were possessive of when they were alive. Artwork tends to be an item that gets "haunted" a lot. If the painting bothers you, just avoid it. As for reading people, I can spot a dark spirit from a mile away, lol. I'm not always so good at spotting the psychic vampires (it's really just a name used for people that drain the energy of other people) because often times they just look like everyone else. However once I'm around them, I KNOW. I've had the discomfort of being around several of them in my lifetime, and I tend to avoid them. I'm very sensitive psychically, and I can pick up on stuff that wouldn't bother the average person, and energy is one of those things.

By the way, that painting SOUNDS creepy. WHY exactly do your grandparents like it? I wouldn't want a giant rabbit on my wall. I suppose I'm more partial to my knock off Monet and Renoir's that are on my walls now, lol.

i never thought about it that way. i have no clue who painted it, but that could be a possibility. it's a huge painting so i can imagine it took several hours. i totally wish i could pick up on people's bad vibes. it might help me not to get hurt when i get let down by "friends" LOL i only get that uncomfy feeling around people if i already know they are jerks or have hurt someone i love, but if i don't know a thing about the person than it's just whatever.. idk

omg i can't even take a picture of the painting to show people how freaky it is.. i don't want it with me LOL. i have no clue why they like it. my grandparents are strange. they have some of the weirdest things.. she calls me a sissy when i ask her to take it down LOL i know it makes her mad, but i HATE that paiting.

 

[WyandotteTX]

Most likely it is a print or a copy of one used as advertisement or promotion of the movie. It really is a funny movie. You dont ever see the rabbit in the movie except for the painting. Jimmy Stewart is an alcoholic who blames all of his troubles and problems on Harvey and all of his family is trying to get him put away bc he has gone mad.
Its just a painting remember and look on the bright side, someone else may want that painting as a collectible. So it could be worth some money to you in the future.

Interesting story about paintings.....My dad went to a very small rural school here in TX, he graduated in 1959. So they used to go on lots of assorted field trips way back in the day. One to the animal rendering plant.....yeah, sounds as bad as it probably was. The other one was they went to the State Sanitarium in Austin. RIGHT?!?! Who would ever take a bunch of kids there!!?? But like I said this is a different time than now. Well as they were making their way thru the wards, one old woman asked the group where they were from. They told her and by coincidence she grew up in a small community not too far from the town they were all from. My dad said she was a very sweet old lady but before they were about to leave she asked them to look at her painting that she had made. My dad said every single one of them, including him got a cold chill in the air and down their spine because the painting was a very detailed portrait of a wolf but my dad said the eyes looked like that of a demon or pure evil. Dont know what is scarier in this little tale, the painting by the old woman or school children being taken to a sanitarium on a field trip?!

 

[chicken_china_mom]

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I think they're neck in neck...

Talk about some freaky energy she was infusing into that painting! I like wolves, but I wouldn't want THAT painting!