tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132868868683354716.post7930785992830894055..comments2024-03-14T21:49:58.908-07:00Comments on Second Sight: A Paranormal View: Voice at the Stairs Part 2: The Next DayUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132868868683354716.post-13956307608450727852011-09-25T05:06:49.493-07:002011-09-25T05:06:49.493-07:00You know the religion flourished for a half centur...You know the religion flourished for a half century without canonical texts or formal organization, attaining cohesion through periodicals, tours by trance lecturers, camp meetings, and the missionary activities of accomplished mediumsmasters thesis writing servicehttp://thesiswritingservice.net/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132868868683354716.post-30813544057367300752011-07-13T23:53:35.626-07:002011-07-13T23:53:35.626-07:00Super creepy. To think there's a entity that w...Super creepy. To think there's a entity that want's to communicate with you. But this entity, for sure, isn't friendly. Thanks to poppa's warning, nothing happened to you guys. I'm getting goose bumps right now..eeeee.psychic phone readingshttp://www.authenticpsychicreadings.net/category/psychic-phone-readingsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132868868683354716.post-50786340246235821662009-12-02T05:01:32.593-08:002009-12-02T05:01:32.593-08:00Ah yes, the Cordoba. Thanks for reminding me of th...Ah yes, the Cordoba. Thanks for reminding me of the details. You were always the greatest partner in crime when it came to those things...GypsyDihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00068955479131509850noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132868868683354716.post-90069269573650292452009-12-01T22:46:38.498-08:002009-12-01T22:46:38.498-08:00I have told this story (and the related "Part...I have told this story (and the related "Part 1" of the story) many times over the years. It's interesting to read your memory of it now, nearly 30 years after it happened. <br /><br />Your memory matches mine except for a few details. My car was a Cordoba, not a LeBaron. If I remember correctly, we ate Lunch at Real Chili downtown, and that is where we crumpled up and disposed of (by throwing it in the curb) the first mysteriously-appearing pack of cigarettes.<br /><br />The Boyfriend (Tim)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132868868683354716.post-52558336844450938032008-11-22T14:12:00.000-08:002008-11-22T14:12:00.000-08:00Great story... thanks for sharing.Great story... thanks for sharing.GypsyDihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00068955479131509850noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132868868683354716.post-27076126541289594912008-11-22T07:46:00.000-08:002008-11-22T07:46:00.000-08:00Wow. It's really interesting that a new pack appea...Wow. It's really interesting that a new pack appeared after you had already discovered the first one. This was a serious message I guess.<BR/><BR/>I have an story, it's not related to "the board" however... as a child (5-12yrs)I lived in the same house these seven years with my family.<BR/>I can remeber playing in the yard with toy soldiers, a bat and ball, or climbing the apple tree. <BR/><BR/>I enjoyed the outdoor playtime a great deal and I was always accompanied by the sound of delicate chimes in the gentle summer breeze. My mother loved chimes. They were in the house, outside, and she even had seasonal ones.<BR/><BR/>I never realized how much this gentle background clatter affect me in a positive, secure kind of way. <BR/>Not until My wife put them in our yard these many years later. I'll be outside doing yardwork, or relaxing and Barb's chimes would be tinging away. It was as though I was 7 again. I loved the effect, a very calming, peaceful sound.<BR/>It took me back to that backyard in West Allis.<BR/><BR/>A couple of years ago I took a ride out to West Allis on my bike (pedal bike). Of course I rode through the old neighborhood and made my way to old haunts. <BR/><BR/>As I came upon my childhood home I stopped at the curb, sitting (leaning) on my bike just gazing into the yard. I noticed the apple tree was gone, replaced with new tree's and shrubs.<BR/>I imagined back to the times I would just be sitting out there, playing, with the chimes keeping me content. <BR/>Memories of mom close were to my heart.<BR/><BR/>As I continued to recall my childhood at this house I suddenly heard the sound of soft gentle chimes. The sound was distant, but clear. It was just as it was as a child, only softer.<BR/><BR/>The sounds of chimes grew closer, I began to look in all directions, at all the houses, I looked every where.... but no chimes.<BR/><BR/>I was certain it was coming from directly in front of me as I faced my childhood home. It was clearer now, it was louder now. But after intense searching for the source, I could see nothing.<BR/><BR/>Tears began to stream down my face. I felt like I experienced something different. I continued to sob and finally and simply said "Hi mom, is it you?" I looked some more for the chimes.."I love you mom," I spoke. But the sound grew dimmer and dimmer... until it was gone. <BR/><BR/>I began to sob much harder, I uprighted my bike and began my journey home. As I rode, I realized this event affected me a great deal. I felt as though I had just met my mother again... 5 years after her passing. It was a warm, cozy feeling. As though I had just received a really big hug.<BR/><BR/>And that I'll never deny.Bill Whitehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14146041203419520656noreply@blogger.com