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Ghosts & Runes
Oct. 18th, 2011 01:41 pm13. Have you had any paranormal experiences?
Yes indeedy. When I was a kid, I had my first ghost experience. I was about four, maybe. I know that because we weren't yet living in the house on Henry St I spent most of my childhood in, and this happened in an earlier house on Williams St in South Baltimore. Actually, when I think about it, my mom was pregnant with Matt, so four is probably right. Anyway, my aunt worked at a grocery store and brought home for me a big cardboard castle covered in Disney characters that they'd been using as a window display. I was kind of a weird kid. I used to spend a lot of time in closets by myself, with books and a flashlight. My mom & my babysitters just kind of got used to the fact that I'd rather be by myself instead of playing with other kids. (She used to punish me by taking away my books and forcing me to go outside.)
Aaaaanywho, on this particular day, I did have a friend over, coincidentally another little girl named Christina. My mom was friends with her dad, who was a single parent, and so we'd have semi-regular playdates. So, we were playing in the castle, which was dark once you shut its front doors. Basically, we were having a tea party in the dark like little weirdos. Christina 2 left for whatever reason, leaving me in the castle with my flashlight. I don't know exactly what happened-- I was young, and the memory is just bits and flashes. At some point my flashlight beam fell upon a little boy sitting next to me. He had light hair and looked about four, too. And he was wearing one of those sailor-type costumes they make little kids wear in old timey photos. And he looked kind of blue.
I screamed and fell backwards and knocked the entire freaking castle over.
My mom said that I didn't really hang out in closets for a while after that. Probably because of that and probably because the only closet in our new house on Henry St was... creepy. I just didn't like it. And I later had several really fucked up experiences in the bathroom in which the closet was in, which is probably why, to this day, mirrors give me the willies and I *DIVE* for the remote control every time that stupid Paranormal Activity 3 commercial comes on where the little girls decide to chant a certain name into a darkened mirror.
Since then, I feel things more often than I see them. I've told the story about the time I saw a girl during RA training at college. Also the Gettysburg stories. And some of you know of the goings-on at Dixie's house. I'm becoming more attuned in general, I think. But it does help that I haven't seen much of anything in my current apartment. Once or twice, I've seen something that seems totally unaware of me, just passing through. Something likes to fuck with Nox, but I've never seen it and cannot feel anything when he does. But it seems harmless, so meh. There's some kind of spirit or entity that lives along Greenwood Road that Brooke, Ariel & I have had experiences with, but mostly I just don't walk that way after it gets dark, and all is well.
Bottom line, yes, I am a definite believer in ghosts and spirits, in part because I've experienced them myself. I don't believe every story I hear, but yeah, basically.
14. A picture of your chosen divination tool, if you have one.
These are not my runes, but they look a lot like my first set of runes. My current set is a cobalt-blue glazed pottery set that truth be told, I really didn't like at first. They were a Yule gift from Mike, and considering it was the only thing he every bought me that had any kind of spiritual aspect (as he thought my being Pagan was stupid), I used them anyway. I didn't want to be discouraging. And now I'm just used to them. Breaking in a new set of runes is a lot of work. I also have a small wooden set that was a gift in a witchy swap, but I don't use them very often because they are very lightweight, and I prefer a little heft. I have been on the lookout for a new regular set, but I just haven't found *the one* yet.
Anywho, I've been reading runes since I was 16 or so. In my experience, they are uncannily accurate when it comes to getting to the heart of a matter. At acknowledging influences or forces in a situation that often go un-acknowledged. I also like that they are more advice-based, not "this will happen to you". They show you a probability based on your current course of action. Don't like the probability? Change your action.
Though, in general, when I need advice and I don't think I can be objective about casting the runes for myself, I generally ask for tarot readings from friends. :)
Yes indeedy. When I was a kid, I had my first ghost experience. I was about four, maybe. I know that because we weren't yet living in the house on Henry St I spent most of my childhood in, and this happened in an earlier house on Williams St in South Baltimore. Actually, when I think about it, my mom was pregnant with Matt, so four is probably right. Anyway, my aunt worked at a grocery store and brought home for me a big cardboard castle covered in Disney characters that they'd been using as a window display. I was kind of a weird kid. I used to spend a lot of time in closets by myself, with books and a flashlight. My mom & my babysitters just kind of got used to the fact that I'd rather be by myself instead of playing with other kids. (She used to punish me by taking away my books and forcing me to go outside.)
Aaaaanywho, on this particular day, I did have a friend over, coincidentally another little girl named Christina. My mom was friends with her dad, who was a single parent, and so we'd have semi-regular playdates. So, we were playing in the castle, which was dark once you shut its front doors. Basically, we were having a tea party in the dark like little weirdos. Christina 2 left for whatever reason, leaving me in the castle with my flashlight. I don't know exactly what happened-- I was young, and the memory is just bits and flashes. At some point my flashlight beam fell upon a little boy sitting next to me. He had light hair and looked about four, too. And he was wearing one of those sailor-type costumes they make little kids wear in old timey photos. And he looked kind of blue.
I screamed and fell backwards and knocked the entire freaking castle over.
My mom said that I didn't really hang out in closets for a while after that. Probably because of that and probably because the only closet in our new house on Henry St was... creepy. I just didn't like it. And I later had several really fucked up experiences in the bathroom in which the closet was in, which is probably why, to this day, mirrors give me the willies and I *DIVE* for the remote control every time that stupid Paranormal Activity 3 commercial comes on where the little girls decide to chant a certain name into a darkened mirror.
Since then, I feel things more often than I see them. I've told the story about the time I saw a girl during RA training at college. Also the Gettysburg stories. And some of you know of the goings-on at Dixie's house. I'm becoming more attuned in general, I think. But it does help that I haven't seen much of anything in my current apartment. Once or twice, I've seen something that seems totally unaware of me, just passing through. Something likes to fuck with Nox, but I've never seen it and cannot feel anything when he does. But it seems harmless, so meh. There's some kind of spirit or entity that lives along Greenwood Road that Brooke, Ariel & I have had experiences with, but mostly I just don't walk that way after it gets dark, and all is well.
Bottom line, yes, I am a definite believer in ghosts and spirits, in part because I've experienced them myself. I don't believe every story I hear, but yeah, basically.
14. A picture of your chosen divination tool, if you have one.
These are not my runes, but they look a lot like my first set of runes. My current set is a cobalt-blue glazed pottery set that truth be told, I really didn't like at first. They were a Yule gift from Mike, and considering it was the only thing he every bought me that had any kind of spiritual aspect (as he thought my being Pagan was stupid), I used them anyway. I didn't want to be discouraging. And now I'm just used to them. Breaking in a new set of runes is a lot of work. I also have a small wooden set that was a gift in a witchy swap, but I don't use them very often because they are very lightweight, and I prefer a little heft. I have been on the lookout for a new regular set, but I just haven't found *the one* yet.
Anywho, I've been reading runes since I was 16 or so. In my experience, they are uncannily accurate when it comes to getting to the heart of a matter. At acknowledging influences or forces in a situation that often go un-acknowledged. I also like that they are more advice-based, not "this will happen to you". They show you a probability based on your current course of action. Don't like the probability? Change your action.
Though, in general, when I need advice and I don't think I can be objective about casting the runes for myself, I generally ask for tarot readings from friends. :)
