Hi again Her Bert. I'm hurrying up a bit here because I have an appointment, so please excuse spelling/grammar, etc.
Re: apparitions/ghosts, etc. This is weird, but I believe I may have done some inadvertent 'haunting' myself. They weren't dreams that I had; don't know what they were, to be honest. In both instances I was lolling about; not tired, just 'doing nothing', thinking of this and that, but nothing of pressing urgency on my mind. Then, at some point during this lazy state, my state of mind obviously changed into something else. I'll never forget it. Yet it was so brief. I live in Australia now, but I was born in England. The two places have a vastly different 'atmosphere'. So I know this vision, or whatever it was, was not a place in Australia. It's hard to describe what happened. It was similar to a bit of old film, yet I was the camera. It was 'first person'. I was sort of floating in mid-air; yet I wasn't 'me'. I had no sense of being my usual self. I had no thoughts. I had no sense of my current personality. Best way to describe it is of being a 'camera'; seeing, recording, but without thought, without opinion, without curiosity, without 'feeling'. Just 'seeing'.
Like a little camera, my mind or whatever it was, floated into a very dimly-lit place. My opinion afterwards was that it must have been some kind of little hall-way or vestibule. Whatever, it had a stillness about it. There was no-one there. It was a sort of 'stillness' that you don't encounter in real life. There was a sideboard or something similar; quite ordinary. Old fashioned. Dark varnished wood. And a tall wooden planter thing off to the side of that, with a plant in it, sort of in shadow. The entire scene was in shadow. And was a bit blurry, or misty. And above the sideboard was a mirror. Everything was dark wood, polished. The atmosphere was that unreal stillness and 'oddness' that you feel during paranormal occurrences. Impossible to explain it. As if the scene were contained in an invisible 'bubble' that separates it from current life.
That's it for that one. I wasn't 'me'. I wasn't walking. I didn't see it from the usual perspective. Instead I saw it from some point in the air. And I sort of 'zoomed' in from nowhere until I was 'in' the scene. Never saw the location before. Don't know what it was about. But I suspect that if a 'real life' person had happened to walk up near that sideboard at that particular momemnt, they would have seen some sort of 'ghost' -- and that ghost would have been me. Although at the time, I don't think I was 'this me' (the one typing this). Very intriguing.
The other one is one I love. Same sort of situation. I suddenly found myself hovering in the air, through a doorway, to find a room before me. I remained in the air. Not too high up. A bit higher than your real eyes would be. Again, no thoughts, nothing. Just like a camera. And before me was a room which I later learned to be typical of the 1930's or 1940's. It was a nice room; contained a fireplace, two settees, low table, etc. Very neat. But the emotion 'I' had for that room is indescribable ! The 'me' who was looking at the room from some point mid-air simply *loved* that room. It was in pale colours; I think an old fashioned pale green was one of the colours, and cream. There were no dark colours. There was no-one in the room. Then from the room, the mid-air 'me' went through a wide sort of glassed hallway to a front door. It was night time. Outside there was a curved driveway. The driveway was wet and shiny. It was raining, only lightly. There was lighting set into the lawn at the side of the driveway. Neat concrete gutters and a clean footpath. The lights were tall, and on the top were glass 'ball' shaped things. I don't know how i knew, but near to the house or whatever it was, was a facility. This could have been a hospital, or military installation. Don't know. Just know I felt the most enormous sense of affection and sense of security, looking at these things. Well, 'I' (the person writing this) did not feel those emotions. The emotions belonged to whoever it was who was looking at them from some point mid-air. I gained the sense that the mid-air hovering person had come back to take a look at a place he loved one more time. I sense it was a 'he'. And I believe 'he' was dead. So in effect, I was 'his ghost'. Dont know who he was.
I've had this second 'vision' several times. It is always precisely the same. I've grown to really enjoy it and am able to remember a lot of it at will these days. Sometimes I remember it just to 'feel good'. I have no idea where the place is, but I'm sure it once existed. I suspect it was around the time of the second world war. Because of it, in my 'real life', I began to take an interest in styles and fashions of that period; something I'd had no interest in before.
It's occurred to me that *if* that place still exists, then I may very well in some way 'haunt' it from time to time. Yet I wasn't even born during that period of time. Which in turn has led me to wonder about reincarnation. I wonder if I might have lived and died before, which has caused the current day me to experience this tiny little flash back to a war time life. Have to say, before this, there was no one more furiously antagonistic to the concept of reincarnation. I wasn't just neutral about the subject. I used to get furious if anyone even suggested the possibility of past lives. I was outraged by the mere suggestion of it. I've actually had stand up arguments with people who've suggested it as a possibility. Yet usually, I'm relatively accepting of others' beliefs. But reincarnation was something I took as a personal insult !
But -- have to admit, there aren't too many possible explanations for my 'visiting' this place, or for the fact I adore visiting it. There is nothing in this current life that makes me feel so at peace as simply looking, from a camera's viewpoint, at this ordinary, empty room and rain-shiny curve of roadway with it's round lights. Weird, isn't it? And if the place still stands, it may well be that from time to time, current day people claim they've seen a ghost in that room; the ghost being whatever it is in my head that goes there.
I'd really love to know where the place is; what it stands for; what my connection to it is, etc.
So, it seems we may be 'ghosts' on occasion.
. And my mom is not one to hallucinate or have any weird episodes because she is a pretty down to earth woman. I just think she has a supernatural sniffer!