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Asuka #362
2017-01-21 12:58:21

Hi, in the latest podcast, you were telling the story of Mary, who said she knew 6 months in advance when someone was gonna die. I read about yogi's who know this exact same thing in the same timeframe, they explain that about 6 months before someone dies a part of their energy leaves them. It sounds exactly like what Mary was talking about, maybe this comment helps her to understand what she is feeling, and that she doesn't have to be afraid of it, it seems to be a normal thing.

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James #757
2016-12-14 22:08:34

Sure there are also astronaut's space shuttles . good luck seeing that tho lol anyway last post that looks like my first post ,that's wierd btw anyway definetly squint an eye Especially things that button hook across the night sky . I'm out. Unless you have questions lol

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James #757
2016-12-14 21:58:48

What would we all do?I see a post here form a girl in South Africa seing the same things I see here.they were in sort of informal formation while stoping within star paterns when noticed.satellites move across the sky in a straight line,steady speed,air planes jets helicopters(shooting stars,commits)self explanatory any other movement up there is not from here,piriod.tho I do believe they have respcet for our planet.We may verry well be just a charging station.planet of colective enrgy fields

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James #757
2016-12-14 21:42:03

Throughout history.Cavemen walked till they invented the wheel,humans road horses till we ivented the car that wasnt enough and started flying, computers came out after the glory of those the computer it self was inadequate so the computer drew wave for the internet.But that bright light in the sky you see.And I see.And nobody else even cares about.Y.I don't know y.Lol But that bright light.Has had constant technology.Throu the ages In many sighting storys.I have theorys as to y they come aswell

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James #757
2016-12-14 21:30:15

Hi.I live in northern ontario,I see this all the time,it is just as you say.i observe there are many i believe they have different characteristic behaviour,I observe them closely.I don't study them.I just love to know.That I know.and yeah.Its almost as if the "watevr it is" notices you, noticing it!and it's behavior changes,It's something not from this world.It's Like this. Dinosaurs,cavemen,ppl ,technology,all these evolve,this watevr.has not changed description more than shape throug

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Three Strange Tales

The Bogeyman

quot;I have a photographic memory. I remember everything I've seen since I was five years old. I remember the friends we used to play with when we went to play under the bridge in the dried up river. I remember the things that used to jump onto the roof of our house, and that grandpa used to call the neighbors cats, and I especially remember Talimound (Tah-lee-mound) - That thing that we saw when we we're 7. The tall man with gemsbok like horns and piercing green eyes? No you idiot! He is real! That heap of rocks we used to throw stones at, yes, the one under the bridge that you knocked down (the heap of rocks, not the bridge), that is all that kept him down! Grandpa and great grandpa put it down there...well, Talimound is back, I saw him yesterday! No, I found the details in the book, shut up and let me talk! I have been tested, I'm not crazy! Okay cuz, talk to you again." That was the phone call that made my cousin think that I'm crazy. But Talimound is real, I saw him again on November 18 2014. Nobody believed me because Talimound was our family's version of the boogyman…

I saw him standing outside the yard at work, and being security, I had to ask him to leave. I don't have my firearm competence for security certificate so the pistol strapped to my side was a co2 paintball pistol loaded with pepper balls. There was a soccer game between the chiefs and pirates earlier that day and I thought it was just another drunk super-fan. Proto called and told me to ask him to leave, and if he refused, issue a verbal warning and open fire! Me and Jake (the other guard on duty that night) had a competition to see who can shoot off the head dress or hat of the purp the fastest.

He wasn't there and I had a clean shot. I shot his horn and he turned slowly. His skin was pale white and the eyes, those green eyes that stare into the soul... It was safe to say that I shat myself right there and emptied the mag to no use. The 3 balls that hit, had no effect. I turned to the guard house to get the spare mag loaded with breaker balls (rubber balls) that we use for target practice. They hit harder than pepper balls, trust me, I know... as I slid the mag into my gun and turned back towards the gate, it was gone, a split second then, Gone! I quit my job there that evening. Now I call 11 pm "the stressful hour" and I refuse to be outside at that hour unarmed.

Monster of a Dog

The story I'm about to tell happened when I was visiting my uncle in Russia when I was 18. I was done with school and had a month's pass from the army (I did a 2 year service just to study there to get my paramedic license). I was a private and anyone who has ever been in the south African army knows, unless you're a lieutenant or higher, you'd have to be the lightest of lightweight drinkers to get drunk (rule in the SA army, 2 beers after your shift is the maximum permitted amount of alcohol you're allowed to have, even if you have a pass if you're rank is private), so I was as sober as a nun.

My uncle was a barfly, and his wife sent me to go collect him and the car that evening. It was exactly 23:15 when I started walking to the bar that cold winters night. I knew where the bar was and I know the name of the town (but I'm not going to mention it for reasons regarding the anonymity of my aunt and uncle) so it wasn't a problem for me. The bar was half a kilometer out of town but for a trained Rekkie (South African version of the special forces or army Rangers) in a heavy winter trench coat with full thermal gear, it was a just tiny little walk.

Walking to the bar, my senses were on high alert (that's normal for me given my field of expertise, I was a tracker. Looking for spoor is second nature for me.) and that was normal, I didn't have my knife with me because of international airport laws. I just kept feeling the sensation of something watching me. Knowing the bare minimum to communicate in Russian, I yelled (translation) "Who the fuck is watching me?! Come out and face me! Bitch!" just to sound intimidating. To my surprise, what stepped out was not a man; it wasn't a woman either... It was quite literally a "Bitch", a giant black dog with red eyes, almost glowing red. The size was huge (as I said), it's eyes were level to mine. I'm not short (not tall either, 1.7m) and I've been around great danes before. That thing, was large. I'd describe it as a tall pit-bull, it stood just as high as I was while on all fours. I didn't bring my phone with me then, and if I did, it wouldn't have been any use anyway, I had a crappy Nokia 3310 that I brought with me in case I was robbed. I also left the book in my flat in South Africa. I just stared at it and it did the same to me. I knew that if I ran, it would catch up and I would be no match for it. My options were: 1) Stand my ground and stare it down. 2) Run like the crazy guy in horror movies that thinks he can outrun the monster or maniac. 3) Make myself as large as possible and as loud as possible to try and scare it, and 4) Charge at it to show it that I was not scared of it. Three of those options would have gotten me killed, so I went with number 1. It felt like an hour went by before it broke eye contact, turned it's head in the direction from where it came and ran off in that direction. When I got to the bar, it was exactly midnight. You can make your assumptions as to what happened after that but I will say, neither me nor my uncle drove back that morning.

Next time I visit my uncle, I will NOT walk to the bar to collect him. I'll drive.

Mr. Me

This story is short and strange. It's the horror cliché type: Boy is special, boy gets imaginary friend, imaginary friend isn't so imaginary, "friend" turns out to be evil, boy is haunted by "friend" until it disappears.

My family was always moving. We tended to only be in a town/city/plantation for no more than 4 months due to my father being a bosbouer (that's like a mix between a tree planter and a lumberjack,  pronounced as "boss-bow-ur"). I learned at a young age that I shouldn't bother making close friends with the kids at school or in town. I made my own friend in the form of a tall, skinny version of myself. I made him up when I was 8 years old. I didn't stop talking to him until I was 15. Keep in mind that this was not too long ago (not giving my real age, about 5-10 years ago) but it was a time before the term "Tulpa" was coined.

Those of you who are not familiar with the term "Tulpa ", it's the name given to an imaginary friend who gained independence and a physical form. They tend to be evil and to target the creator's family before it targets the creator. This happens when an imaginary friend stays around too long.

My friend was called Mr. Me. Mr. Me and I were inseparable but around the age of 10, Mr. Me started to get me to do odd things. Collecting fire crackers, matches, and hiding them in holes in trees, sneaking around the plantation in the trees, hiding jerry cans full of petrol in and around the older planted trees and the stuff he got me to do. I have a younger sister who could also supposedly see Mr. Me and spent hours talking to him. When I was 15, I came home from school to find Mr. Me with his hands around her throat. I jumped in to give her the Heimlich maneuver (I thought she was choking, not that my Tulpa was choking her, he was imaginary after all, or so I was thinking at the time) but I was swatted away by Mr. Me! I started to panic and tried to get to my sister. Being a large boy in his teens, I put the thing in a choking headlock and dragged it off her. It was then when it turned it's attention to me. Sure to say, blows were exchanged, curses were shouted and it just left... that was just one of the weird things that happened to me in the tree plantations where my dad worked. (Ps. We lived in cabins on the plantations).

By: Spike Hunter - Mar-21-2016


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