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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 Châtellerault 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.


Posted 2006.07.05 0.00 in Spiritual by Stephanie

First you have to believe, before you can really believe.

It has been said that those who are skeptical, who have not yet learned to open their mind or open their awareness to all that is possible, are by their very nature, less likely to witness or experience that which is magical or miraculous.

In this same way, those who are of an open mind, who are willing to accept the miraculous or mysterious, are by nature more likely to witness or experience such.

The skeptic may try to answer this with explanations, that the open-minded are fantasy-prone, or that wishful-thinking and desire clouds their perceptions. So be it. They have their own myths and beliefs to help them understand the mysterious, and it is not our place to mock their faith; much as we do not like them to scoff at ours.

On this subject, however, the belief which I share, is that the Spirits, the mysterious, magical and miraculous, simply attend those whom they find to be more receptive, more open, more accepting.

One who wishes to see the magical, or be attended by spirits, must first open their mind, and heart, to such wonders. One who expects or demands ‘proof’, without belief, will receive neither.

Hence; one must first believe, before one will really believe.

Some are born believing or raised to believe. For others, belief must be learned, developed, as preconceptions and close-mind thoughts are left behind one by one.

The mysterious, the magical, the Spirits, are all there. They are all around us. All one has to do, is invite them in.

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.