October 16, 2025 • 27 mins
Paranormal Memories, Prophetic Dreams & a Beloved Sister
Episode 458 | October 16, 2025
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Speaker 1 (00:05):
This episode is brought to you by my newest supporters, Lisa,
Amy and Patricia. Thank you very much for making the
show possible. Welcome back to Paranormal Mysteries, and thank you
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for joining me as we explore the unknown. As always,
I'm your host, Nick Ryan. Tonight, we'll begin our journey
with Liz, who calls their experience my sister's appearance. Liz says, Hi, Nick,
I'm a new listener and I enjoy all the stories.
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I listen to you every day at work. It's good
for people to write to you and be able to
say what is on their minds without being judged or
looked at strange. One of my sisters passed away eleven
years ago. Everyone always confused us as twins, and we
would tell them that we weren't twins and that we
were fourteen months apart. Even my dog would run up
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to her thinking that she was me and then realized
that it wasn't and then would look at us back
and forth. It was funny every time. Unfortunately, eleven years ago,
my sister passed away in her sleep, and I'm the
one that found her. She looked like she was just sleeping,
but she wasn't responding to me. This is and was
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one of the saddest days of my entire life. I
miss her every day. Fast forward to Saturday, September twenty seventh,
twenty twenty five, and my husband and I had gone
to Sam's Warehouse in San Antonio, Texas. I have a
friend that works there and her name is the same
as mine, Liz. We said hi to each other and
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we hugged. My friend has been going through cancer and
she was telling us that even though the doctors took
out what they could, she was still scared but is
going to continue praying and was asking us to pray
for her, which we told her that we would. Then
she said to me, Liz, I saw you here the
other day. I was driving the forklift and was going
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to move it out of the aisle. As I was
going down the aisle, I came around the corner and
I waved at you and I said Hi, Liz. I
also noticed that you had a glow around you, which
I thought was beautiful. Liz then told me that when
she got closer to this person that she thought was me,
she said hi again, but that time the person turned
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around and told her I'm not Liz, but I know her.
People have always thought that I was her and that
she was me. Now, my friend Liz was so shocked
that she didn't know what to tell her because she
thought that I was just playing a joke on her,
but this person was serious. My friend Liz then told
her that she was sorry and that she just thought
that she was me. This girl then told my friend Liz,
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it's okay. Oh, by the way, my name is Mary. Well,
as my friend Liz was telling me about her experience,
I just knew that she was actually talking about my
sister Mary. I was so shocked and I started crying
because my friend Liz had never met my sister Mary,
so she wouldn't have known anything about her. I cannot
get this out of my mind because I wonder why
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my sister appeared to my friend Liz. Our next experience
comes to us from Jen and Jen's experience is called
the Mentor's Premonition. Jen's experience involves the topic of suicide
and maybe troubling for some listeners, Discretion is advised. Jen says,
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I'm a tattoo artist from Birkenhead, UK. I wanted to
share a story with you and the listeners, because this
single event has made ME feel more alone than ever,
even as I feel that I was the most connected
to something my whole life, I have had these weird
flashes and quote unquote visions of things. I've had predictive
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dreams and snippets of events that never really made sense.
I would have premonitions and see things from past events
that had no connection to me personally. I just learned
to live with it, often battling myself over whether it
was a genuine insight or just my autistic or ADHD
brain finding patterns where there really are none. That is
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until recently I decided that I wanted to become a
tattoo artist. I found a tattoo studio that saw something
in me, and I started my apprenticeship there. My mentor,
who was named Mark, was the reason that I gained confidence,
and his knowledge is what got me to where I
am now. He was a brilliant, talented man, but he
was facing immense hardship after dealing with severe health complications
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that led to the removal of one of his legs.
He unfortunately had to have the other one removed as well.
This was incredibly difficult for him, and he fell into
a deep depression this month. I had a dream, one
that was in between dreams, suspended in a place that
felt more real than waking life. While coming out of
the dream state, I was presented with a chilling specific image.
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The image was a snippet of a Facebook page with
a post that was saying rest in peace brother. I
then woke up feeling deeply unsettled. The image kept flashing
in my mind all day, a persistent, uncomfortable presence. I
then messaged Mark immediately to check on him. He told
me that he was fine and about to sit down
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for dinner with his kids. I felt a wave of
relief and tried to dismiss the image. A few days later,
Mark went missing. He had left his phone at home
and no one could get in touch with them. The
police then got involved and a search began. During this time,
the image I saw became overwhelmingly strong in my mind.
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The high pitched frequency noise I sometimes get in my
ears started and I then felt a wave of uncontrollable distress.
After a few agonizing days, the search concluded with the
devastating news Mark had traveled to Scotland and had taken
his own life. The days afterwards, I was seeing many
posts on Facebook, but one in particular hit me. It
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was the same post rest in peace brother. I have
never had anything this close to me before, a premonition
so specific, so personal, and so utterly devastating. Since this event,
the sensory overload has intensified. I've been experiencing debilitating aura, migraines,
flashing lights, and seeing shadows. I feel like I'm going crazy.
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It feels so lonely to experience things like this because
you truly can't explain it to others, especially considering the
tragic and sensitive nature of the situation. I just don't
really know where else to put this, but I wanted
to tell my story to people who would maybe get it.
Thank you for your time, Jen, Jen First and foremost,
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I am sorry for your loss, and I hope you
know that you're not alone. Many of my listeners can
relate to what you're going through, and if anyone listening
wishes to reach out with advice or just a reassuring experience,
I'll be sure to put you in touch with them.
In the meantime, stay strong, and please stay in touch.
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Our next few experiences come to us from our TEMI
and their experiences are called childhood. I want to thank
you Nick for giving us all this wonderful platform to
share our experiences with others. It took me a while,
but I managed to get caught up on all the
episodes before offering up my own. I feel like I
have a few experiences that are rarely, if ever spoken of.
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My first experience is called childhood memories. The first memories
I can consider being paranormal would be so when I
was about five. On my dresser, I had a can
of Lincoln logs, and one night I heard it shift
on its own. I was still too short to reach
it myself, and it was next to my closed door,
so no one could have moved it. This creeped me out,
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so my solution was to sleep with my back to
that side of the room from then on. It worked
for a short time, and then one night I heard
another noise, either right behind me or from under the bed.
This time I didn't even bother to look or guess,
and I then put my head under the blanket. These
two instances had me sleeping like this into my early twenties,
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whether out of fear or just growing accustomed to the habit,
I'll never know. When I was about eight, we had
moved into a new house, a farm out in the
middle of nowhere. I would live there until I moved
out to rent a place with my fiance at age
twenty three. The nearest town was five minutes away by car,
and it was small at that The house was built
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in the early nineteen twenties. Aside from this standard amenities
that you would find in a home, the second floor
had been built as a kitchen, with a door leading
out onto the gently sloped roof. It was an odd
thing that it would have a kitchen on the second floor,
and we never really figured out why. This had long
been converted to a standard bedroom and the kitchen was
relocated directly below. There was also a fully floored attic
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and a basement with an old cistern built into it
next to the furnace, and a couple of cement wash
basins across from that. While there was never really a
malevolent energy in the home, some strange things did occur.
First of which, my mom had this horrible picture of
a clown that she wanted hung up in one of
our rooms. Even in the old house, we would always
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take it down as it looked like the clown was
going to pop out of the picture and take us
into it while we slept. It was last attempted to
be hung up in my room, and one day the
picture just disappeared. My mom didn't know what happened to it,
and she swears that she never sold it. The second
thing to go go missing was my dad's shotgun. My
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mom didn't like the gun being out where us kids
could get a hold of it. However, we were all
well informed that it wasn't a toy. My dad made
sure that we knew the kind of damage guns could
do and how loud it was. Again, the shotgun was
never sold or stolen, and I kind of always figured
that if we happened to tear into the walls that
we would find one or both inside somehow. The one
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time that I felt really uneasy in the house would
be to go into the basement, usually alone, and smash
some cans for recycling. Between the cistern and the wash basins.
I would get a creepy feeling looking toward the washer
and dryer that now stood in that alcove. I could
chalk it up to remembering the scariness of the boiler
scene from home alone too, but even as I grew up,
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I would still sense a presence coming from that direction.
I had ended up making a play room with an
old couch and TV down in that basement in a
separate room. I never had any issues there, but between
that door and getting up the stairs, I often felt watched.
The last odd thing that happened. While the kids of
my family lived there was a strange patch of ceiling
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outside the master bedroom that would get discolored and brownish,
and it would smell of tuna fish for several days.
Once a year or so, my dad had washed and
disinfected it, repainted it, and even went to the attic
to clear it from the back side, but it would
always show up a year later with that same smell.
Eventually we gave up and just let it be, as
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it never really caused any harm other than the smell.
After I moved out, my parents would report new things happening.
They had hired a maid to come in once a
week to help keep things clean, and she became a
good friend of my parents while they lived there. Every
so often she would clean the kitchen and put the
chairs back in order before moving on to the next room,
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but later she would come back in and one of
the chairs would be pulled out like you would to
sit and lace up your shoes, or vice versa. Another time,
she heard my dad come in the main door from
working outside, and she called out to him to ask
if he had forgotten something. When no reply came, she
went around the house and found that he wasn't there.
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A few minutes later, my dad actually did come back inside,
and when she asked him about coming in before, he
didn't know anything about it. We were all fairly certain
that it had to be an old farmer who had
never left, a kindly father, probably as we suspect that
he may have been able to take the gun away
and maybe the painting as well. We never heard of
these kinds of things happening when us kids were living there.
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Maybe he did his best to not scare and upset us.
My next experience is called grandparents House. My grandparents house
was a big home in many ways. It was always
full of life, from raising five kids, taking in a
foreign exchange student who became like family to us, all
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providing food for hitchhikers needing a home cooked meal. In
the sixties and seventies, aunts and uncles and cousins and
grandkids every summer to sell sweet corn at the roadside stands,
and really just being the center of the family unit.
Countless happy memories still come to me this day, even
as they both have passed on. But despite all that
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good energy of devout Christians, there were a few times
when I was there that freaked me out. The first time,
I was in one of the back rooms with my
cousins during the summer, and it must have been about
lunchtime or so. The closet door was open and the
bottom section from wall to wall were dresser drawers tall
enough to be a place to sit if need be.
In front of that is the gap of maybe two inches.
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I had looked over, and I saw a huge snake
going across the closet in that space, heading toward the
corner nearest the outer wall. It was the biggest snake
I had ever seen outside of a zoo. When I
felt safe enough to run out of the room, I
told my grandmother and my aunt, but when they checked
the room there was nothing there. I had even checked
some time later, and there wasn't even as a hole
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for it to slither through. A second experience was a
lamp down in the finished basement, next to my grandfather's chair.
I can't recall if it was still a manual knob
on the lamp or if it was a touch lamp.
In either case, though no one was in the corner
as I came down the stairs. When the lamp turned
itself on, I jumped and I ran back upstairs to
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tell everyone what I saw, but they just dismissed it.
The third, and perhaps the more questionable of the three,
was when I was in my playroom in the basement.
This was a full half of the full sized basement.
The light at the stairs was a double switch, meaning
that it could be turned on or off from either
switch at the top of the stairs or the bottom.
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It became standard practice to flicker it when it was
time to eat, as there was usually someone in the
adult half of the basement, which had a chair for
each of my grandparents, a TV, and also two card tables.
This time, however, it was just me down there and
I was leaving the playroom when I saw the light
turn on, so I went up the stairs to see
what was up. However, no one claimed to have touched it,
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and they said that maybe I just thought that it
turned on. Now, it could have just been one of
my cousins that did it just to mess with me.
They were of my older brother's age, and it wouldn't
have been too out of character to tease me and
deny it. However, it was strange none the less. Before
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to have you here. Now. Please stay tuned and I'll
be right back after these brief messages. My next experience
is called church camp. Before I became pagan, I had
spent my youth in teen years going to church camps.
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My grandma would often volunteer to cook for the camp,
as that not only kept her involved, but encouraged us
kids to participate as well. I enjoyed my time there
and I made a number of friends during that time.
Two events happened when I was about seventeen, during the camps,
and this would have been nineteen ninety nine or two thousand.
The first one was during the summer. US older kids
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and some of the counselors had decided that we wanted
to go and get ice cream in town, which was
perhaps a ten minute drive. I was still rather new
to driving, and I didn't know the town at all.
GPS and smartphones weren't really a thing then, or were
at least quite rare to have, so lacking a map,
I just figured that i'd be able to follow the
other car into town. It was dark out, so it
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was likely after nine pm at this point, and the
streets weren't lit all that well. I thought that I
was following just fine, but I must have lost them.
After a turn, I crossed an intersection and suddenly headlights
came on right in front of me. Adrenaline hit me,
and everything seemed to slow down. It was too dark
to really see anything not lit up, but I heard
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a nondescript voice in my head tell me to turn
right here. With no time to even process or question it,
I did so, and as luck or fate would have it.
There happened to be an empty parallel parking spot right there,
and just the one. The car that was coming yet
me drove past, and after my heart started slowing down,
I noticed the road was a one way and I
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was going the wrong way. I turned around and I
tried to continue finding my way to the ice cream place.
At the intersection, I looked for any sign, and I
saw one announcing the change to a one way, but
it was severely stripped of any reflective material. It was
impossible to know without crawling by it, knowing the town,
or seeing it in daylight. Well, I got a little
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lost and ended up giving up, and I made my
way back to camp about twenty minutes later. The other
group came back after ten minutes, and I told them
that I got lost, but I didn't mention the near accident.
I'm certain that I and my passengers would have been
severely injured or killed had I not been told what
to do. The second incident was a bit more spooky
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and longer still, and I would like to give a
trigger warning for the mention of suicide in this story.
I think it was early autumn when it was still
quite warm out. A friend wasn't having a good time
of things, and I don't know what was plaguing him
at home or whatever. He just wasn't in a good place.
Some time at or after dinner, he had gone missing.
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There was some panic, but we quickly began setting up
search parties. With about forty kids and maybe ten or
so adults. We went out in groups of five or
six each searching certain areas of the camp. It was
a large area, but it was mostly open grass with
bunches of trees spread out. There was an old quarry
that was filled with water, which had a fence around
it and you couldn't really climb it without hurting yourself,
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but a group with an adult was sent to investigate.
There was another area near the river that was also
checked out. The surrounding trees of the property were pretty
dense with undergrowth and poison ivy, and it wasn't all
that traversible. Another group was sent to check the entrance
of the camp, as that was the only way to
drive or walk in and out of the property. I
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was with the group that was sent to search the
area where our vs would sit during family camps, as
well as the old ground keeper's house. Back when it
had one on the site. I kept mentioning that we
should be looking up because it wasn't human nature to
look up when looking for something, So if they didn't
want to be found, they would probably climb a tree.
The problem for my group was the trees in my
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area were all old growth, with the lowest branch being
some thirty feet up and way too thick to get
a hand hold to climb. As we reached the end
of our search zone and were wondering what to do,
I suddenly we heard, clear as day one of the
girls say, we found him. He's over here. I then
told my group what I heard. Now our plan for
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when he was found was that we were all supposed
to meet up at the central location, which was the
canteen hut. There was a bell there that we were
supposed to ring, so I high tailed it over there
and I rang the bell. The cord to the bell
slipped out of my hands at first, and I couldn't
grab it, so in my exuberance, I just slapped the
bell with my hand to get it ringing. As the
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first people started to arrive, and seeing that I didn't
have anyone with me, they asked me where he was.
I then pointed directly at a specific point in a
group of trees across the grass field that was about
one hundred yards away. There was an old oak tree
and a sharp drop off about ten feet to where
we would have our bonfires. Well, this was actually the
place I thought of first when we were assembling. Where
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I actually pointed to was to the right of that oak,
about fifty feet where some smaller trees were. About thirty
seconds after that, the group of girls came walking out
near that spot with a bully in tow. They walked
calmly toward us. Now, before I go on, let me
make some things clear. The girl I heard was one
of the girls in that group who found him. What
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I heard was not a yell, but it was as
if they were speaking right beside me. A few years
after this event, that girl died of cancer. She also
happened to be someone I had mutually agreed to go
to each other's proms together, since neither of us were
comfortable with anyone in our schools. I bring this up
because I think time as we know it isn't linear,
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and after she passed on, she used our connection to
send a message into my past. The same message that
let me ring the bell. But now back to the story.
I found out later that he was planning to hang
himself in that tree and saw the group of girls
below him at that moment I had rung the bell,
and it struck him suddenly that we were searching for him,
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and that we all cared. He then dropped down from
the tree right in front of them, the group, and
gave up his attempt. We then all went back to
the main building, and the head counselor and a couple
others took him to a private room to speak to
him and to pray over him. Everyone was elated or
crying for a whole range of reasons. Snacks were set
out early, and anything that was planned was canceled. I
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don't know how it all began, but we made our
way upstairs to the dorm room hall and started singing
praise songs. It was entirely camper led, and we joined hands,
singing for at least an hour. At some point I
noticed that the kid had come out of the room
and joined us. When I noticed him, I asked, are
you all right? And he said yeah, with the biggest
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grin on his face. A short time later, I noticed
my grandma sitting on the stairs behind us, just listening
to the singing. I left the group and I sat
down next to her, and she gave me a hug.
I then heard another voice in my head say it's okay,
you can let go now. At that point, a huge
weight or tension and lifted from me, and I fell
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into uncontrollable sobbing. I was happy, tired, sad, and probably
a few more emotions I couldn't put a name to.
I remember several kids stepping back to me and asking
if I was okay. However, the only response I could
give them was a nod of my head. It was
at least ten minutes of this before I could regain
my composure. I don't remember what exactly happened after that.
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I think I had something to eat and drink. I
think we all sat in the circle of couches that
we called the pit, and we discussed what happened and
how we felt. However, that could have been the next day,
but regardless, we all eventually shuffled off toward bed, and
while I laid there, I recalled talking about what I
was feeling. I said, I feel like a great evil
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is coming and this is only the beginning. I also
recall what I felt. I told my bunk mates that
I felt like I was holding back whatever evil had
visited us, like there was a big wall or dome
over everyone. I said that when I broke down, it
was like someone was taking over the task for me,
and it was no longer something that I needed to
concern myself with. I also think that I was keeping
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absolutely everything out, which wasn't as helpful as I had intended.
I asked the boy the next day what all happened,
and he didn't really remember anything. After coming down from
the tree, I had also gone to look at the
area where he was found and to where I had pointed,
and there was a very climbable tree right there. None
of the other trees were hardy enough to support much weight.
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This was actually a turning point in my life. While
I had always had a sense of being a defender,
this was the first time I actually felt like there
was a strength behind that will, the power of will
behind it was impressive. As I found my way to
paganism and exploring what abilities I have and can develop,
this has been my main path of work. I haven't
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been able to feel that kind of raw strength in
my ability since but I had let it go dormant
for you years. It is only in the past eight
years or so that I've had to put some serious
work into it to learn to protect my family and
my home. However, that is a much longer story for
another day, and one that I hope to give my
best effort to since I hold it dear to my heart.
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Before I bring tonight's episode to an end, I'd like
to thank all of our experiencers for coming forward with
their stories, and as always, I truly appreciate each and
every one of you for listening and showing your support.
With that said, I hope you have a wonderful rest
of your evening, and of course I'll be back in
a few short days with more tales of the unexplained.
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And until then, stay open minded and stay safe, because,
after all, the next person that comes face to face
with a paranormal mystery might be you. S. S. S. S.
This episode is brought to you by my newest supporters, Lisa,
Amy and Patricia. Thank you very much for making the
show possible. Welcome back to Paranormal Mysteries, and thank you
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for joining me as we explore the unknown. As always,
I'm your host, Nick Ryan. Tonight, we'll begin our journey
with Liz, who calls their experience my sister's appearance. Liz says, Hi, Nick,
I'm a new listener and I enjoy all the stories.
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I listen to you every day at work. It's good
for people to write to you and be able to
say what is on their minds without being judged or
looked at strange. One of my sisters passed away eleven
years ago. Everyone always confused us as twins, and we
would tell them that we weren't twins and that we
were fourteen months apart. Even my dog would run up
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to her thinking that she was me and then realized
that it wasn't and then would look at us back
and forth. It was funny every time. Unfortunately, eleven years ago,
my sister passed away in her sleep, and I'm the
one that found her. She looked like she was just sleeping,
but she wasn't responding to me. This is and was
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one of the saddest days of my entire life. I
miss her every day. Fast forward to Saturday, September twenty seventh,
twenty twenty five, and my husband and I had gone
to Sam's Warehouse in San Antonio, Texas. I have a
friend that works there and her name is the same
as mine, Liz. We said hi to each other and
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we hugged. My friend has been going through cancer and
she was telling us that even though the doctors took
out what they could, she was still scared but is
going to continue praying and was asking us to pray
for her, which we told her that we would. Then
she said to me, Liz, I saw you here the
other day. I was driving the forklift and was going
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to move it out of the aisle. As I was
going down the aisle, I came around the corner and
I waved at you and I said Hi, Liz. I
also noticed that you had a glow around you, which
I thought was beautiful. Liz then told me that when
she got closer to this person that she thought was me,
she said hi again, but that time the person turned
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around and told her I'm not Liz, but I know her.
People have always thought that I was her and that
she was me. Now, my friend Liz was so shocked
that she didn't know what to tell her because she
thought that I was just playing a joke on her,
but this person was serious. My friend Liz then told
her that she was sorry and that she just thought
that she was me. This girl then told my friend Liz,
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it's okay. Oh, by the way, my name is Mary. Well,
as my friend Liz was telling me about her experience,
I just knew that she was actually talking about my
sister Mary. I was so shocked and I started crying
because my friend Liz had never met my sister Mary,
so she wouldn't have known anything about her. I cannot
get this out of my mind because I wonder why
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my sister appeared to my friend Liz. Our next experience
comes to us from Jen and Jen's experience is called
the Mentor's Premonition. Jen's experience involves the topic of suicide
and maybe troubling for some listeners, Discretion is advised. Jen says,
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I'm a tattoo artist from Birkenhead, UK. I wanted to
share a story with you and the listeners, because this
single event has made ME feel more alone than ever,
even as I feel that I was the most connected
to something my whole life, I have had these weird
flashes and quote unquote visions of things. I've had predictive
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dreams and snippets of events that never really made sense.
I would have premonitions and see things from past events
that had no connection to me personally. I just learned
to live with it, often battling myself over whether it
was a genuine insight or just my autistic or ADHD
brain finding patterns where there really are none. That is
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until recently I decided that I wanted to become a
tattoo artist. I found a tattoo studio that saw something
in me, and I started my apprenticeship there. My mentor,
who was named Mark, was the reason that I gained confidence,
and his knowledge is what got me to where I
am now. He was a brilliant, talented man, but he
was facing immense hardship after dealing with severe health complications
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that led to the removal of one of his legs.
He unfortunately had to have the other one removed as well.
This was incredibly difficult for him, and he fell into
a deep depression this month. I had a dream, one
that was in between dreams, suspended in a place that
felt more real than waking life. While coming out of
the dream state, I was presented with a chilling specific image.
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The image was a snippet of a Facebook page with
a post that was saying rest in peace brother. I
then woke up feeling deeply unsettled. The image kept flashing
in my mind all day, a persistent, uncomfortable presence. I
then messaged Mark immediately to check on him. He told
me that he was fine and about to sit down
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for dinner with his kids. I felt a wave of
relief and tried to dismiss the image. A few days later,
Mark went missing. He had left his phone at home
and no one could get in touch with them. The
police then got involved and a search began. During this time,
the image I saw became overwhelmingly strong in my mind.
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The high pitched frequency noise I sometimes get in my
ears started and I then felt a wave of uncontrollable distress.
After a few agonizing days, the search concluded with the
devastating news Mark had traveled to Scotland and had taken
his own life. The days afterwards, I was seeing many
posts on Facebook, but one in particular hit me. It
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was the same post rest in peace brother. I have
never had anything this close to me before, a premonition
so specific, so personal, and so utterly devastating. Since this event,
the sensory overload has intensified. I've been experiencing debilitating aura, migraines,
flashing lights, and seeing shadows. I feel like I'm going crazy.
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It feels so lonely to experience things like this because
you truly can't explain it to others, especially considering the
tragic and sensitive nature of the situation. I just don't
really know where else to put this, but I wanted
to tell my story to people who would maybe get it.
Thank you for your time, Jen, Jen First and foremost,
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I am sorry for your loss, and I hope you
know that you're not alone. Many of my listeners can
relate to what you're going through, and if anyone listening
wishes to reach out with advice or just a reassuring experience,
I'll be sure to put you in touch with them.
In the meantime, stay strong, and please stay in touch.
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Our next few experiences come to us from our TEMI
and their experiences are called childhood. I want to thank
you Nick for giving us all this wonderful platform to
share our experiences with others. It took me a while,
but I managed to get caught up on all the
episodes before offering up my own. I feel like I
have a few experiences that are rarely, if ever spoken of.
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My first experience is called childhood memories. The first memories
I can consider being paranormal would be so when I
was about five. On my dresser, I had a can
of Lincoln logs, and one night I heard it shift
on its own. I was still too short to reach
it myself, and it was next to my closed door,
so no one could have moved it. This creeped me out,
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so my solution was to sleep with my back to
that side of the room from then on. It worked
for a short time, and then one night I heard
another noise, either right behind me or from under the bed.
This time I didn't even bother to look or guess,
and I then put my head under the blanket. These
two instances had me sleeping like this into my early twenties,
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whether out of fear or just growing accustomed to the habit,
I'll never know. When I was about eight, we had
moved into a new house, a farm out in the
middle of nowhere. I would live there until I moved
out to rent a place with my fiance at age
twenty three. The nearest town was five minutes away by car,
and it was small at that The house was built
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in the early nineteen twenties. Aside from this standard amenities
that you would find in a home, the second floor
had been built as a kitchen, with a door leading
out onto the gently sloped roof. It was an odd
thing that it would have a kitchen on the second floor,
and we never really figured out why. This had long
been converted to a standard bedroom and the kitchen was
relocated directly below. There was also a fully floored attic
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and a basement with an old cistern built into it
next to the furnace, and a couple of cement wash
basins across from that. While there was never really a
malevolent energy in the home, some strange things did occur.
First of which, my mom had this horrible picture of
a clown that she wanted hung up in one of
our rooms. Even in the old house, we would always
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take it down as it looked like the clown was
going to pop out of the picture and take us
into it while we slept. It was last attempted to
be hung up in my room, and one day the
picture just disappeared. My mom didn't know what happened to it,
and she swears that she never sold it. The second
thing to go go missing was my dad's shotgun. My
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mom didn't like the gun being out where us kids
could get a hold of it. However, we were all
well informed that it wasn't a toy. My dad made
sure that we knew the kind of damage guns could
do and how loud it was. Again, the shotgun was
never sold or stolen, and I kind of always figured
that if we happened to tear into the walls that
we would find one or both inside somehow. The one
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time that I felt really uneasy in the house would
be to go into the basement, usually alone, and smash
some cans for recycling. Between the cistern and the wash basins.
I would get a creepy feeling looking toward the washer
and dryer that now stood in that alcove. I could
chalk it up to remembering the scariness of the boiler
scene from home alone too, but even as I grew up,
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I would still sense a presence coming from that direction.
I had ended up making a play room with an
old couch and TV down in that basement in a
separate room. I never had any issues there, but between
that door and getting up the stairs, I often felt watched.
The last odd thing that happened. While the kids of
my family lived there was a strange patch of ceiling
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outside the master bedroom that would get discolored and brownish,
and it would smell of tuna fish for several days.
Once a year or so, my dad had washed and
disinfected it, repainted it, and even went to the attic
to clear it from the back side, but it would
always show up a year later with that same smell.
Eventually we gave up and just let it be, as
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it never really caused any harm other than the smell.
After I moved out, my parents would report new things happening.
They had hired a maid to come in once a
week to help keep things clean, and she became a
good friend of my parents while they lived there. Every
so often she would clean the kitchen and put the
chairs back in order before moving on to the next room,
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but later she would come back in and one of
the chairs would be pulled out like you would to
sit and lace up your shoes, or vice versa. Another time,
she heard my dad come in the main door from
working outside, and she called out to him to ask
if he had forgotten something. When no reply came, she
went around the house and found that he wasn't there.
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A few minutes later, my dad actually did come back inside,
and when she asked him about coming in before, he
didn't know anything about it. We were all fairly certain
that it had to be an old farmer who had
never left, a kindly father, probably as we suspect that
he may have been able to take the gun away
and maybe the painting as well. We never heard of
these kinds of things happening when us kids were living there.
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Maybe he did his best to not scare and upset us.
My next experience is called grandparents House. My grandparents house
was a big home in many ways. It was always
full of life, from raising five kids, taking in a
foreign exchange student who became like family to us, all
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providing food for hitchhikers needing a home cooked meal. In
the sixties and seventies, aunts and uncles and cousins and
grandkids every summer to sell sweet corn at the roadside stands,
and really just being the center of the family unit.
Countless happy memories still come to me this day, even
as they both have passed on. But despite all that
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good energy of devout Christians, there were a few times
when I was there that freaked me out. The first time,
I was in one of the back rooms with my
cousins during the summer, and it must have been about
lunchtime or so. The closet door was open and the
bottom section from wall to wall were dresser drawers tall
enough to be a place to sit if need be.
In front of that is the gap of maybe two inches.
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I had looked over, and I saw a huge snake
going across the closet in that space, heading toward the
corner nearest the outer wall. It was the biggest snake
I had ever seen outside of a zoo. When I
felt safe enough to run out of the room, I
told my grandmother and my aunt, but when they checked
the room there was nothing there. I had even checked
some time later, and there wasn't even as a hole
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for it to slither through. A second experience was a
lamp down in the finished basement, next to my grandfather's chair.
I can't recall if it was still a manual knob
on the lamp or if it was a touch lamp.
In either case, though no one was in the corner
as I came down the stairs. When the lamp turned
itself on, I jumped and I ran back upstairs to
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tell everyone what I saw, but they just dismissed it.
The third, and perhaps the more questionable of the three,
was when I was in my playroom in the basement.
This was a full half of the full sized basement.
The light at the stairs was a double switch, meaning
that it could be turned on or off from either
switch at the top of the stairs or the bottom.
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It became standard practice to flicker it when it was
time to eat, as there was usually someone in the
adult half of the basement, which had a chair for
each of my grandparents, a TV, and also two card tables.
This time, however, it was just me down there and
I was leaving the playroom when I saw the light
turn on, so I went up the stairs to see
what was up. However, no one claimed to have touched it,
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and they said that maybe I just thought that it
turned on. Now, it could have just been one of
my cousins that did it just to mess with me.
They were of my older brother's age, and it wouldn't
have been too out of character to tease me and
deny it. However, it was strange none the less. Before
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be right back after these brief messages. My next experience
is called church camp. Before I became pagan, I had
spent my youth in teen years going to church camps.
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My grandma would often volunteer to cook for the camp,
as that not only kept her involved, but encouraged us
kids to participate as well. I enjoyed my time there
and I made a number of friends during that time.
Two events happened when I was about seventeen, during the camps,
and this would have been nineteen ninety nine or two thousand.
The first one was during the summer. US older kids
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and some of the counselors had decided that we wanted
to go and get ice cream in town, which was
perhaps a ten minute drive. I was still rather new
to driving, and I didn't know the town at all.
GPS and smartphones weren't really a thing then, or were
at least quite rare to have, so lacking a map,
I just figured that i'd be able to follow the
other car into town. It was dark out, so it
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was likely after nine pm at this point, and the
streets weren't lit all that well. I thought that I
was following just fine, but I must have lost them.
After a turn, I crossed an intersection and suddenly headlights
came on right in front of me. Adrenaline hit me,
and everything seemed to slow down. It was too dark
to really see anything not lit up, but I heard
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a nondescript voice in my head tell me to turn
right here. With no time to even process or question it,
I did so, and as luck or fate would have it.
There happened to be an empty parallel parking spot right there,
and just the one. The car that was coming yet
me drove past, and after my heart started slowing down,
I noticed the road was a one way and I
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was going the wrong way. I turned around and I
tried to continue finding my way to the ice cream place.
At the intersection, I looked for any sign, and I
saw one announcing the change to a one way, but
it was severely stripped of any reflective material. It was
impossible to know without crawling by it, knowing the town,
or seeing it in daylight. Well, I got a little
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lost and ended up giving up, and I made my
way back to camp about twenty minutes later. The other
group came back after ten minutes, and I told them
that I got lost, but I didn't mention the near accident.
I'm certain that I and my passengers would have been
severely injured or killed had I not been told what
to do. The second incident was a bit more spooky
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and longer still, and I would like to give a
trigger warning for the mention of suicide in this story.
I think it was early autumn when it was still
quite warm out. A friend wasn't having a good time
of things, and I don't know what was plaguing him
at home or whatever. He just wasn't in a good place.
Some time at or after dinner, he had gone missing.
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There was some panic, but we quickly began setting up
search parties. With about forty kids and maybe ten or
so adults. We went out in groups of five or
six each searching certain areas of the camp. It was
a large area, but it was mostly open grass with
bunches of trees spread out. There was an old quarry
that was filled with water, which had a fence around
it and you couldn't really climb it without hurting yourself,
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but a group with an adult was sent to investigate.
There was another area near the river that was also
checked out. The surrounding trees of the property were pretty
dense with undergrowth and poison ivy, and it wasn't all
that traversible. Another group was sent to check the entrance
of the camp, as that was the only way to
drive or walk in and out of the property. I
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was with the group that was sent to search the
area where our vs would sit during family camps, as
well as the old ground keeper's house. Back when it
had one on the site. I kept mentioning that we
should be looking up because it wasn't human nature to
look up when looking for something, So if they didn't
want to be found, they would probably climb a tree.
The problem for my group was the trees in my
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area were all old growth, with the lowest branch being
some thirty feet up and way too thick to get
a hand hold to climb. As we reached the end
of our search zone and were wondering what to do,
I suddenly we heard, clear as day one of the
girls say, we found him. He's over here. I then
told my group what I heard. Now our plan for
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when he was found was that we were all supposed
to meet up at the central location, which was the
canteen hut. There was a bell there that we were
supposed to ring, so I high tailed it over there
and I rang the bell. The cord to the bell
slipped out of my hands at first, and I couldn't
grab it, so in my exuberance, I just slapped the
bell with my hand to get it ringing. As the
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first people started to arrive, and seeing that I didn't
have anyone with me, they asked me where he was.
I then pointed directly at a specific point in a
group of trees across the grass field that was about
one hundred yards away. There was an old oak tree
and a sharp drop off about ten feet to where
we would have our bonfires. Well, this was actually the
place I thought of first when we were assembling. Where
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I actually pointed to was to the right of that oak,
about fifty feet where some smaller trees were. About thirty
seconds after that, the group of girls came walking out
near that spot with a bully in tow. They walked
calmly toward us. Now, before I go on, let me
make some things clear. The girl I heard was one
of the girls in that group who found him. What
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I heard was not a yell, but it was as
if they were speaking right beside me. A few years
after this event, that girl died of cancer. She also
happened to be someone I had mutually agreed to go
to each other's proms together, since neither of us were
comfortable with anyone in our schools. I bring this up
because I think time as we know it isn't linear,
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and after she passed on, she used our connection to
send a message into my past. The same message that
let me ring the bell. But now back to the story.
I found out later that he was planning to hang
himself in that tree and saw the group of girls
below him at that moment I had rung the bell,
and it struck him suddenly that we were searching for him,
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and that we all cared. He then dropped down from
the tree right in front of them, the group, and
gave up his attempt. We then all went back to
the main building, and the head counselor and a couple
others took him to a private room to speak to
him and to pray over him. Everyone was elated or
crying for a whole range of reasons. Snacks were set
out early, and anything that was planned was canceled. I
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don't know how it all began, but we made our
way upstairs to the dorm room hall and started singing
praise songs. It was entirely camper led, and we joined hands,
singing for at least an hour. At some point I
noticed that the kid had come out of the room
and joined us. When I noticed him, I asked, are
you all right? And he said yeah, with the biggest
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grin on his face. A short time later, I noticed
my grandma sitting on the stairs behind us, just listening
to the singing. I left the group and I sat
down next to her, and she gave me a hug.
I then heard another voice in my head say it's okay,
you can let go now. At that point, a huge
weight or tension and lifted from me, and I fell
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into uncontrollable sobbing. I was happy, tired, sad, and probably
a few more emotions I couldn't put a name to.
I remember several kids stepping back to me and asking
if I was okay. However, the only response I could
give them was a nod of my head. It was
at least ten minutes of this before I could regain
my composure. I don't remember what exactly happened after that.
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I think I had something to eat and drink. I
think we all sat in the circle of couches that
we called the pit, and we discussed what happened and
how we felt. However, that could have been the next day,
but regardless, we all eventually shuffled off toward bed, and
while I laid there, I recalled talking about what I
was feeling. I said, I feel like a great evil
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is coming and this is only the beginning. I also
recall what I felt. I told my bunk mates that
I felt like I was holding back whatever evil had
visited us, like there was a big wall or dome
over everyone. I said that when I broke down, it
was like someone was taking over the task for me,
and it was no longer something that I needed to
concern myself with. I also think that I was keeping
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absolutely everything out, which wasn't as helpful as I had intended.
I asked the boy the next day what all happened,
and he didn't really remember anything. After coming down from
the tree, I had also gone to look at the
area where he was found and to where I had pointed,
and there was a very climbable tree right there. None
of the other trees were hardy enough to support much weight.
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This was actually a turning point in my life. While
I had always had a sense of being a defender,
this was the first time I actually felt like there
was a strength behind that will, the power of will
behind it was impressive. As I found my way to
paganism and exploring what abilities I have and can develop,
this has been my main path of work. I haven't
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been able to feel that kind of raw strength in
my ability since but I had let it go dormant
for you years. It is only in the past eight
years or so that I've had to put some serious
work into it to learn to protect my family and
my home. However, that is a much longer story for
another day, and one that I hope to give my
best effort to since I hold it dear to my heart.
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Before I bring tonight's episode to an end, I'd like
to thank all of our experiencers for coming forward with
their stories, and as always, I truly appreciate each and
every one of you for listening and showing your support.
With that said, I hope you have a wonderful rest
of your evening, and of course I'll be back in
a few short days with more tales of the unexplained.
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And until then, stay open minded and stay safe, because,
after all, the next person that comes face to face
with a paranormal mystery might be you. S. S. S. S.
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