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Stuff Moving By Itself Again

Posted 2006.11.02 1.00 in Spiritual by Stephanie

So I forgot to change my calendar yesterday. I looked at it, thought to myself yeah, I gotta change that to November. Then promptly forgot about it.

This morning when I woke up, went into the livingroom and found that my calendar had been changed for me — but not forward to November, it was backward to September. The little hole in the ‘October’ sheet is clearly torn, like it was pulled down off the hook rather than lifted up off the hook.

Have a look at the picture below, this is what I found this morning.

In addition, although you can’t tell from the picture, the three swords had been disturbed. The dual sword-holder had been shifted outwards away from the wall, and the sword laying ontop of the bureau had been shifted inwards towards the wall.

Now, one thing, or another thing, alone, I could come up with an explanation. Although I have never seen the cats ontop of the bureau, it’s possible that one could have gotten up there, and if one was up there, it’s possible she could have bumped the sword towards the wall. I don’t think they could have pulled the stand away from the wall though. And I don’t believe that they could have pulled a page down off the calendar. Indeed, there are no claw marks on the bureau at all.

This is not the first time something strange has happened with that spot of the livingroom wall. The hook from which the calendar hangs, used to hold a rather large painting. One afternoon I was in the livingroom but looking the other way, talking on the phone, when I heard a thump, and turned around to find the painting missing. I later found it hidden behind a chair about 5 feet from the spot where it had been hanging.

Another inexplicable spooky moment.

Calendar page pulled down, swords moved.

Boo-ble Bath

Posted 2006.10.28 0.00 in Spiritual by Stephanie

Something about being in the bathroom, lends an extra sense of defencelessness. I mean, if something were to “go down” while you’re in the bathroom, odds are you’re going to be unprepared for immediate action. As the saying goes, “caught with one’s pants down.” Or worse, being in the bath, caught naked and dripping wet.

Of course, one is only as unprepared as one lets ones’ self get. The boy scouts’ motto is be prepared. In Bushido, it is Yuden Nashi: never off-guard. In Japanese legend, the famous swordsman Miyamoto Musashi was once attacked by several of his enemies while he was in the bath. The fiends built up the fire under the bath, and then lit the bathhouse on fire, so Musashi had to choose between boiling to death, burning to death, or running naked and wet out of the bathhouse and into the trap of their swords. Of couse, Musashi was never off-guard and had taken his swords into the bath-house with him, so although he may have been naked and wet, he was not unprepared, and he was able to swiftly eliminate his foes.

But I digress.

Back to the bathroom, and indeed the bath. Enjoying a quiet calm afternoon soak, to be completely specific.

So as I lay there, relaxed, at ease, I hear footsteps. Footsteps in my hall! Not kitty footsteps. Not fourlegs footsteps, but twolegs footsteps. There’s nobody home but me.

I’ve never heard the footsteps before. My former roommate had, once. After she moved out, she was visiting and spent the night, and she heard the footsteps in the hall outside her bedroom. That was at night. Now it’s like just after noon, and I’m home alone, in the tub(!) and there’s footsteps.

So after the initial surprise has faded, I think to myself, “Well, that’s creepy.” and at that point, I realize there’s nothing to do but carry on with my bath.

Nothing’s been disturbed, nothing’s amis, the cats were both sleeping when I eventually emerged from the tub.

Nothing to do but shrug and chalk it up to the fun of living alone in a 140-year old house.

rubber ducky - armed

Things That Go Bump in the Basement

Posted 2006.10.17 0.00 in Spiritual by Stephanie

So my furnace has been acting up, and I wanted to get a technician here to have a look at it. He gets here an hour or so after dark. (Whole nuther story there but will let it go.) Down we go into the cellar, and he starts working away. All he had for light was a little penlight, like a little 2 AA battery pocket penlight. I offered a couple times to go and get another flashlight but he said it was cool, he could service a furnace in his sleep.

So away he goes, working at it, holding the penlight in his mouth while tinkering with the furnace. And, you could have predicted it, right? The penlight dies.

So he hits it, fiddles with the switch, and finaly it comes back on, but really dim. He keeps working. And yep, the penlight dies again.

So he shakes it and hits it and fiddles with the switch, and finaly it comes back on again but now it’s about as bright as a firefly. Anyhow, he got the furnace fixed up and working great really fast. He was a very dexterious and handy fellow.

Anyways (heh thought I was going to start another paragraph with ‘so’ didn’t ya?) anyways he’s gone, and since he left, there’s been like three or four loud bangs and bumps from down there. At first I thought it was one of the cats, maybe snuck down there and got stuck when I closed the door. But no, they’re both cowering up here.

It’s been 15 or 20 minutes since the last big bump, so I’m thinking maybe they’re done whatever it is they do down there.

When things sometimes move by themselves…

Posted 2006.07.20 0.00 in Spiritual by Stephanie

…is it wise keeping swords laying around the house?

I’m a serial hobbiest. I’m interested in damn near everything. One of my many, many interests, is swords. Specifically, European military side-arm swords of the 19th century. I am also interested in Japanese swords, but authentic ones are way out of my budget, whereas European swords from the early to late 1800s can sometimes be had for a reasonable rate.

So, the other day, my dad was carrying some boxes into the house; heavy boxes full of books. While he was putting them in the livingroom, one of the swords I had on display on the entertainment unit over the TV suddenly ‘fell off’ and landed on the floor next to my dad.

Naturally I got all upset and accused him of bumping into it and being careless. The injured sword is one of the highlights of my collection, an 1847 French short sword from the Ch√Ętellerault armoury. The handle was rattled a bit loose and the tip was a bit dinged.

Well my dad apologized and felt really bad about what had happened…but he insisted, and maintains, that he never bumped into anything, and that the sword fell down by itself.

Considering all the other bumps and bangs and falling pennies and whatnot, and the fact that I am sure that my dad would have admitted it if he had bumped into the stand, I’m inclined to take him at his word, that the sword did ‘fall’ all by itself.

Swords on Display

British Transport Corps Sidearm

Pennies from… well we’re not sure.

Posted 2006.07.11 0.00 in Spiritual by Stephanie

So I’m sitting at my desk in my home office, the computer’s off, Misha‘s ontop of me getting hugs, and then suddenly there’s the distinct sound of a coin, falling from somewhere, and landing on my desk.

I can’t see the coin, as the lights are off, just the TV is providing illumination. But I heard it quite clearly.

My looking around got Misha all bothered so she moved away, and I can now see a penny on my desk, but I’m not sure if it was there before or not. At any rate, I don’t know where it might have come from. There’s nothing above my desk but ceiling, and no hidden cache of coins up there. I’m almost positive it didn’t come out of Misha – she’s been flat broke the whole time I’ve known her. And it didn’t land with any force, the sound was not of a thrown coin but a dropped one.

Just another one of those things that happen on Planet Stephanie. Nothing to do but shrug, and move on.

Interestingly, while I was typing this up, there came a rather lound bang or bump, from the kitchen. I don’t know what it was; the two cats were with me when it happened.

Pennies from wherever.
Misha is not normaly a source of revenue.

Things That Go Bump In The Afternoon

Posted 2006.07.02 0.00 in Spiritual by Stephanie

First a little bit of back-story: My house was built in the 1860s, there’s a lot of history in this old place, and a lot of ‘activity’. I’ve seen and heard a lot of interesting things, and had other sensitives tell me they’ve picked up a lot of energies here too. A few have specifically reported that they felt this house was some kind of way-station or crossover point, a little like a train platform – lots of comings and goings.

I’m not trying to convince people of anything, folks will believe what they want. Explanations, scientific or spiritual, are equally relevant: People go with the explanations that they are most comfortable with. For some, it’s scientific, for others, it is skeptic, and for a few, it is something Else. I’m in that last group, I’ve seen, heard, and experienced things that have convinced me to accept phenomina at face value.

I think I’ll probably make note in the future of other things, when they occur, so if you are interested, stay tuned.

So back to the story at hand. Yesterday was Canada Day (Happy Canada Day!) and I had some people over for a BBQ. Friends, family, nothing too big, just a fairly small do.

We were all outside, but one of my guests went in the house to use the facilities. She came out a few minutes later, came over to me and asked if I’d ever had anything ‘happen’ with the WC. Like what? I asked. Appearantly, the knob had turned and the door opened, all by itself, while she was in there. And there was nobody else in the house.

Now, I haven’t had that specific thing happen to me, but a lot of other things happen around here. Interestingly, there is very little repetition – in other words, we don’t really get the same thing happening over and over. About the only thing that is distinct and recurring, is the Pots-and-Pans-Crashing-Noise.

Every so often, perhaps once a month or every other month, in the middle of the night, is a terrific crashing noise from the kitchen. It sounds like a stack of pots and pans has been knocked onto the floor. The thing is, there is no stack of pots and pans, nothing is ever physically disturbed, it’s just the sound that happens. That noise has happened 4 or 5 times, over the past 6 or 8 months.

Orb in my master bedroom
An Orb photographed in my master bedroom.