The Dog Trainer
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- Jan 9, 2010
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StudentoftheReptile said:As a Christian, I do not believe in undead spirits and whatnot. When you die, you go "up" or "down" and that's pretty much where you stay, at least until the judgment day, etc. (anyone who has read the book of Revelations knows what I'm talking about). Not really wanting to embark on a religious discussion, but you're not "stuck in limbo" to take care of unfinished business, or anything like that, and you don't have free reign to float between the dimensions.
I DO believe that what most people interpret as ghost are actually angels or demons, honestly more of the latter IMHO.
I always find it amusing when self-professed "Christians" don't believe in ghosts when their whole religion is founded on their messiah being martyred and then rising from the dead. We have the holy trinity, the holy ghost and for God's sake we have a national holiday with bunnies and chocolates commemorating the re-birth of Christ. How can a "Christian" NOT believe in ghosts?
Watsonpartyof4 said:Tom said:I don't believe in any of that hogwash mumbo jumbo non-sense... but then I have personally seen and experienced some things that I cannot explain. I lived in a house that was built by a man in the 40s. He and his wife lived there their whole adult lives and they died of old age stuff around two months apart just a short time before I moved in there. I lived alone. I put new locks on the doors myself when I moved in, so no one else had a key. I am also an only child, OCD, Virgo, so I am VERY particular about things ALWAYS being put in there place. I would come home and find things moved. Like a chair that I always left pushed in was turned around, moved across the room and pointed so someone could sit in it and look out the window. I never used that chair that way. It was at my workbench area and always faced the workbench. At times I would hear voices or movement noises, and my ordinarily sweet dogs would hackle up and snarl in that direction, but no one was there.
There was one very compelling incident, but it happened while I was other midst of a very high fever, and that one can be explained by fever induced hallucinations, but the other stuff can't be.
I have no doubt that I was sharing that house with some sort of presence that I cannot explain.
It is the old woman she liked to sit and look out that window. They are both still there.
Make me a believer Dawndy. Tell me more. I perceived many things on my feverish night. Can you tell me anything else.