Update: Make sure you read all the comments on this post, I am sure they will keep coming in for a while.
This short film last about 6 minutes, but is well worth watching, and I promise you will get a chilly surprise at the end. One thinks about what happens after death. Most cultures throughout the ages have had a tendency to believe that somehow, the physical death is not the end of the life of the human being, that somehow the human spirit continues in some shape or form. Some believe in reincarnation, some think you go to heaven, nirvana, hell or Valhalla. But very very very few cultures believe that death means death on all levels, body, mind, spirit. That will give you something to think about.
Check out the movie first before you go on reading.
When I was younger, I used to help people get rid of ghosts, together with a clairvoyant woman old enough to be my mother. We had sex magick. and some of her lunar powers were passed onto me so I could better see the astral world. Thankfully today I don’t see as much as then. Believe me, you do not want to be like that kid in the other movie who say “I see dead people”. Remember how afraid he was. Now picture yourself with the ability to see everything the eye cannot see. Do you walk through a cemetary at midnight to cut short on your way home? When I did, the most scary parts were not the grieving spirits near the graves, but the demonic entities who I caught the reflection of in the darkly lit car windows parked outside the cemetary.
Anyway my psychic older-woman MILF friend at the time, she told me I often have visits from my dead grandmother. I didn’t believe her. But then she told me my grandmother showed up as we spoke. I could feel the temperature drop, and my hair rise. I felt something touching my hair. She told me that is what she does, and come to remember it that is what she did when she was alive. I then asked about how my grandmother looked like. My friend gave a completely accurate description of my grandmother as she looked like in the 1930’s, when she was in her 20’s. I remember my grandmother saying that “although my body gets older, I still feel like I am only 17 up here in my head!”. My psychic friend could communicate with my grandmother and it became clear that it was indeed her she was talking to. I got the message that I should stop doing occultism, and get married soon and have kids. But also she could describe the place she was born in, down to detail, such as where everything was placed, which way every building on that farm was placed, their size, what furniture inside, and even the dog they had that died during the 1950s, and where that dog usually slept, and where a cow with horns were buried and so much detail that my female friend could not possible know about – things that were a family secret – even I did not know about the horned cow and where it was buried at that farm. My mother knew and when I told her a medium had revealed it to me she started crying – they thought the cow was evil since it had very unusual horns on it, and it had died giving birth and the calf died too.
At one time I lived by myself in a flat in Oslo, one of the top floors in a well-respected area. My opposite view from the window was a fashion factory, where they made clothes. The distance was about 50-60 meters. So I could see clearly. During nighttime, I could easily mistake one of the clothes-dolls they would use to display clothes on, with a person figure. But you could easily see it is only a doll. But the dolls were not moving and they were placed far from the window. Suddenly one night I could see in that building there was a figure of a woman staring at me through the window. She did not have fashion clothes, it was a dirty white night gown of some sort. She held a child dressed in exactly the same way. Both were looking at me. I shrugged and thought this must be just another doll or a prank or something. No person would be standing dressed like that in a building with the lights turned off, only the small emergency lights signs and the street lights outside cast some idea of light on the figures. So I make myself some food, read a book then forget the whole thing. I go to my window and look out. And these figures are still there. Strange I think. Then I go to my bedroom, which takes me maybe 5 seconds. Now the two figures are still there, but one floor down. I go to my living room and they are dissappeared. Go back to bedroom, and they are there. I sort of get bored of it and accept that they are just there for some reason. For the next month, these figures would appear around midnight and dissappear around 3am. Every day returning from work, I would sort of wait for them, and they would appear at the blink of an eye. To me they were my ghost pets. It was kind of hard to sleep knowing that they were staring at my window from across the street, but eventually I got used to it, then after a month or so they just stopped coming.
It is believed that when you die, you do not realize you are dead. There are supposed to be so-called “death gods” or death angels that come to pick up your spirit. Sometimes they do not come immediately. Sometimes they dont come at all, and you are left to wander the earth. Think about this, because you never know when you are dead.
I loved the film LB. You have provided a thought provoking post today.
I write this comment with a cemetery behind me, but I am making use of a wifi hotspot.
I believe that life continues after death. I am not gifted in seeing ghosts, even though Colchester is swamped with ghosts and poltergeists.
I have studied past life stories of children, and their insights provide a fascinating set of evidence in support of life-after-death.
I think it unfortunate if there is no guide to assist a spirit through at death. Hermes was a psych-pomp of the dead.
Many years ago I helped mediums to clean houses of ghosts. They would guide them towards the light while I used banishings and magick to get rid of really hostile entities or demonic spirits. At that time I could not understand what it took, or, rather the kind of love it takes, to really guide a human spirit onwards.
Then, the opportunity for me to learn came in 2011 when the Oslo terror attacks happened, when 77 lives, mostly young were lost. I was taught by adepts of high magick how to do a ritual to astrally “teleport” to these lost souls, and guide them towards the light. It is unfitting for me to explain in any way how this ritual is performed, it is reserved for the initiate and anyone who is truly deserving to know will be taught this some years after their initiation when the situation permits. The only thing I can describe is this: The ritual came to the point when my astral body left my physical body, and instantly appeared somewhere in what appeared to be seawater, where I saw children fighting for their lives swimming in the cold water. Considering more than 3 days had passed since the killings, these were already physically dead, but their spirits remaining. By the authority I had been given, which is something in itself humbling, I was able to show these confused spirits the way out into the light.
Then this skill I was able to perform again a few months ago when a friend called me unexpectedly – hadn’t heard from him in years. This is a friend who didn’t know my occult ties. A close friend of him had died in his apartment of natural causes and was haunting the place. I disclosed I could help. He is such a new-age kind of person that he could understand how I could help, and I turned up in his place, and instantly found the spot he died, without being told. It felt unmistakenly like that time in the sea. Except now my astral and physical body were in the same place. I did the ritual successfully, and the bad dreams and bad energy went away. This ghost was shown the way to the light, but also allowed rest in realizing and accepting his sudden death, and blessed, allowed to return at any time as a spirit to guide and help his mortal friends.
I realize this is a tremendous gift to be used only as the holy of holiest of reasons.
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Now for something less serious to lighten the mood (sometimes that has to happen to balance the scales) I found a more happy video on the topic of the grim reaper: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hv9c_HuK9Gg
Such gifts are a rare blessing of a few, not to be prostituted for fame or money. You have many skills.
This is creepy in first place, one I did talked about this just today with my aunt!
And I saw accidentally some spirits on the road back, male figures, but one of them was just a boy that was wandering in the forest (living being I mean)so without noticing he wasn’t alone when he was probably thinking he was. However, then I turn on my computer, come to your blog, and see this thing, O.o why? I wonder..
but it is kind of funny, when I read your story (perfect timing pretty creepy, I have to get used to it, it happens so many times…. )
however
when I was a teenager not that long ago, I was obsessed with the dead. I could see too much (aswell) and negative energy kept coming to me, and I am very sensitive for energy so I’m glad I have find sort of control with that stuff. However, When you are dead your spirit won’t, I don’t believe I just know,
since I was very young I believed in life after death, But I’m wondering if someone will guide us, a dead-god or reaper, maybe someone we know, who passed before us?
But I believe some realize that they are dead, and some don’t…I guess it depends on their story. You can die in so many variation ways…. I mean, you can choose to die, you can suddenly die, you can die by illness or you can get killed,..and so on…. I think it depends just by that, it is very complicated material.
Oh and indeed the short movie, is very interesting, It is something I think about repeating times.
Yes my posts are always creepy, I mean they always appear in a lot of syncronicity, I know because people all over the world tell me 🙂
You said “you can die by illness or you can get killed” I just read now, but moments ago I wrote a reply to another comment talking exactly about an example where someone died of illness. . coincidence?
I am so used to this I don’t even notice it 😀
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