Tag: paranormal

I’ve been following up on ‘paranormal’ topic of a conspiracy website and the wife of the original poster mentioned the sensation of her breath being sucked out. Prior to this she had felt warm air going up her nose while trying to go to sleep. My interpretation is that she is experiencing a lucid dream state — a consciousness in between sleep and wake.

My story is about an incident one night and I was fully awake. This was during my teens in the mid-1970’s. Our home was still a single story dwelling in the northern suburbs of San Jose, CA. And I remember sleeping with my bed DIRECTLY in front of the bedroom door. I could easily see the garage door straight ahead with the hallway as the cross intersection in the middle.

My paternal grandmother is superstitious and she mentioned not to place the bed in front of the door. I later read about how this symbolically represents a ‘death’ position from one my many Feng Shui books and articles online. But since my bedroom was too small to accommodate the large canopy bed with two larger pieces of furniture for clothing, I had decided to try this sleeping arrangement.

So that night I felt very uneasy and remembered what old granny said about not sleeping with my feet facing the bedroom door. I kept looking straight ahead into the hallway and saw nothing else but the light greenish glow of the smoke detector located on the ceiling and just outside my bedroom door, centered directly of the cross section of the hallway.

At the same time, I kept thinking about my first cousin, ‘Lornie’, who passed away. I never really knew her but ‘Maw’ and I cried in the jeepney (a modified post war jeep left over from the Americans) and on our way to visit the dirt poor, maternal relatives in 1976 for the first time. She was a ‘summa cum laude’ in the Philippines. Her jeepney turned over as per the story by an uncle, Florene, who broke the news to us.

Anyway, my uneasiness continued to increase and my mind searched my darkened room for any sign of movement but again there was nothing to be seen at all. I remembered shutting my eyes very tightly with my blanket pulled up close to my neck. Then suddenly I felt a very strong ‘SWOOSH’ travel from my feet and up past my face and out the window, which was located directly above my headboard.

During the ‘SWOOSH’, I felt my system shudder with fear. The sensation of the air was freezing and I felt the coldness again my entire face, which tightened to where one would make with a scowl or distasteful frown. I opened my eyes and quickly looked around for anything to explain this ‘paranormal’ event and still nothing was seen or heard. So, yeah, this is one of my many weird stories that I will enter slowly but surely into this blog of mine as remembered.

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My most recent blog was about my ‘check engine’ light problem from my 1996 Ford Mustang of stinky smelly gas. I believe my frustrated ‘thoughts’ from shopping too much for last minute Christmas presents early today have triggered the darn thing to turn on all of a sudden.

What I don’t know is how certain streetlights would turn off as I drive nearby such as: this and yesterday morning. I noticed, however, that my presence has done the same since the mid 1990’s where at least one streetlight would suddenly blink off. I’ve read about alien implants being the cause for such a paranormal event to occur.

I’ve entered a post in one forum of ‘Shrimpsei’ as a newbie years ago. But noone would believe me and (as in one poster’s response) claimed that the phenomenon is all natural and something about temperature changes within the light bulbs themselves. I say: ‘Phooey’!

These fools are taking my experiences too lightly. And their ‘indigo’ coloration can take an extra shade of blue in the face for all I care! My world is as real as my clenched fist readying for its upper cut on the laughing heads of these naysayers. A good karate chop to their necks and a straight kick into their guts should satiate my uncontrollable desire for justice. Hai-Yah!

Once again, there is no explaining what these ‘signs’ mean to me or how they would ultimately affect my perception of my surrounding environment. All I know is that these ‘watchers’ are having their laughs with me joining in the fun but for only awhile longer until I get bored of belonging to anything which doesn’t make sense to me.

Oh and BTW, I’ve gotten tired of posting under the forums of ‘Shrimpsei’ because I’ve found another site rated at ‘number one’ (yeah, right) that chock full of topics from which I could post my entries. My last entry was a photo of my Lemurian Silk Choker, I think. I can’t remember though but y’all can take a hint that it’s time to wrap up that sandbox and move on to something else different. BORING!

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We were waiting in line after filling out shopping cart today at the commissary store in Moffett Field, CA. I was standing to the left side of our shopping cart when I heard, ‘Excuse me’. I moved aside, left the gentleman through and heard ‘Maw’ say to me, ‘This is not your territory!’ Then both parental units exclaimed to me, ‘You are blocking the way!’

I am not at home either. I feel like I’m always in they way. People claim they are jealous of my parental units, whom I feel are in my way. I do not understand their jealousy or how truly blessed my current situation is in light of recent ranting and ravings about lost years and lost mails. I am where I’m meant to be for whatever reason. I’m trying to smile, too.

I want to leave, too. But I’ve nowhere else to go. Everywhere I go there are these creeps, who cough loudly as I walk by their vicinity. I do not understand my sensitivity to loud noises or why I take notice of their rude behavior. As usual I would flick them off subtly as if scratching various parts of my body in the feign attempt to acknowledge the redness in their faces. I like sending my frown face and lots of love, too.

Another example fine example of creeps (or lizards) was about my former boss from this very large company worldwide. She is Native American and she had encountered one of the enraged entities who used to be the plant manager of one of her former employer. Her story is similar to what DB and sons would encounter — people yelling very loudly at the top of their lungs and getting red in the faces with veins popping out of their necks.

I’ve not met anyone who would verbally assault me in public. But I do get my dose of those coughing creeps and drive-by watchers, who would try to cut me off in traffic. For example, today after morning mass, I wanted to go into the right lane and used the turn signal out of habit. THEN all of a sudden this eighteen wheeler truck with its empty rig pulls from a parked position off the side of the road and INTO my intended lane to the right! The driver of the truck had a narrow head with closed cut beard and olive complexion.

I told my parental units that ‘they’ wanted to ‘off me’ too. But they got angry for me relying on too much assumption. There is no used to explaining to them what I know or why I should convince them of my purpose. I am not paranoid but this is one of few times where people would run me off the road. I was driving ‘Paw’s silver Mercedes-Benz E430, too.

Another time was a white ‘boat’ (or long car) that sped from behind me on the left lane and immediately in front of me to exit off of southbound 680 HWY and into Capitol Expressway. A few days ago there was an accident at the spot more to the right of where I would have been last Sunday. There was glass still on the curb of that off ramp, too.

I noticed that lots of ‘white’ vehicles would be patrolling our area too from AT&T to the city van because of the dark circular emblem on the sides of the front doors. I’ve been noticing the SJPD driving around my neighborhood, too, which should not be surprising since they noticeable increase of at least seven vehicles belonging to some ‘renters’ across from our home.

I believed they are annoyed at us for blocking their public, parking spot with our two garbage cans every Thursday night. Someone had placed the dark, green ‘normal’ garbage can on the sidewalk, which rarely happens since those creepy goons moved into that empty house.

That one truck actually parked right up that can one time. On another occasion, the light gray with blue lid ‘recyclable’ can was on the public road but blocking the middle section of the driveway. After pointing at the cans repeatedly, I flicked them off, too, but they were inside their house.

So if I these lizards block my way, I block their way too and give them dirty looks (well sometimes I do send smiles, which work and people smile in return). I was wearing ‘Shrimpsei’s Lemurian Silk Choker today and wonder if that had an effect on these red faced entities at ‘DeCA’. Actually, it’s got to be me and I unknowingly cause people to choke on their spit. I really don’t know, basically.

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