reply to post by HolyandClean
From my personal experience, I would agree that any time I have encountered something that others might described as a ghost, it has been demonic in
nature. I have been subjected to many mental, and quite a few physical attacks.
However, I have also run into a few people who make me question that every single entity out there is evil. Some have guardian spirits that protect
them in times of danger or high stress. For example, I knew a young blond that had a miscarriage late into her pregnancy. She was very depressed and
suicidal, until the ghost form of her baby, she claims, started keeping her company. This 'ghost' comforted her and gave her strength. Some kind of
mental condition? Possibly, but if it was a ghost, it certainly wasn't harmful or trying to mislead her, and encouraged by its presence, she got her
life back on track again.
Also, my 14 year old son claims he had a small number of invisible friends when he was younger. He said he was very close to a few of them, and every
once in a while, a darker form would come by and try to join them, or try to scare his other play friends away. He states that he could sense the evil
in these dark spirits, just as he could sense the goodness/playfulness of his 'friends'. I could theorize all day about what this might mean, but
the statement remains that many young children were not mistreated or misled by their invisible friends.
What are the real answers? I don't know, and I can't trust the Bible 100%, as it basically puts blinders in front of people's minds and sets them
against provable science (that the Earth is 6,000 years old, for example). Faith can only take you so far, and Constantine's Council of Nicea did a
good job of turning oral Hebrew tales into a 'shut up and obey' manual.
Oh, and if you want to read something that will really throw you for a loop, here's a post I made in a Time-Slip thread;
Reading through some of the 'time slip' accounts here, the insinuation that someone may have experienced a harrowing incident, and actually died
and returned, made me wonder if I've experienced such a thing myself. Maybe I have.
Late in 2008, the economic situation where my house was located, in Beaumont, Riverside County, California, was so negative that I ended up staying
with my parents and working in San Diego. The drive to reunite with my wife and family was a two hour, 100+ mile ordeal that I took usually on a
Friday evening, and I'd drive back to San Diego on Sunday evening, or sometimes mid-week if work was slow, and I'd been given a few extra days off.
I don't recall the exact date this occurred, but I remember it being somewhere in the middle of the week. I hate the long drive up and down the many
mountains and hills, and usually I'm hauling butt on the fast lane, or the second fastest lane, and driving at some 70 to 80 miles per hour. This was
my normal driving habit at the time.
That strange day, I'd driven three quarters of the route, and was taking the I-15 right before reaching Rancho Bernardo, with 30 or so minutes left
Traffic was steady, and I suddenly felt like switching over to the slow lane. Nothing urgent, nothing I can really point to, other than a nudge in my
head, saying I should switch over. Casually, I slowed a little and left the fast lane, and abruptly had to slam on the brakes when the cars in front
of me suddenly did the same.
There was a lot of construction taking place in the center of the highway, where there was an open dirt area and various medium and large size
construction vehicles were parked or moving about, and incredibly, I witnessed a smaller construction pick-up slowing down ON THE FAST LANE, actually
come to a stop, and the driver lean out of his window and call over some of the workers.
I thought, this @sshole is going to cause a big accident, as that was the point where all of these other cars had put their brakes on, and as some of
them swerved into the lanes next to them, it caused a ripple effect on all four or five lanes, and all the traffic was stopped.
I don't know if this is a miracle, but I still had a clear path to the slowest lane, and I crept over there. As I did so, I glanced into the rear
view mirror and saw all these stopped cars behind me, and some distance behind them I saw a semi-trailer still going at full speed. I've driven big
trucks before, and I knew this one was not going to stop in time, and it barreled into all these stopped cars and started shoving them aside just like
you see in the movies. The truck split apart, with the cab rolling over the cement barrier and uplifting a huge cloud of dirt from the construction
area, and the trailer kept slamming into the cars and pushing them forward towards where I was. The car beside me was hit hard enough to end up
spinning around directly in front of my vehicle, but my vehicle wasn't hit, even though I felt it should have been. I don't remember seeing the
driver of this car, but from the way it was spinning, I should have seen them.
As the crash seemed to be over, I kept slowly driving until I set my car in park on the shoulder, and I slid open my window to get a good look at the
massive damage involving some thirty smashed up cars or more, and I remember my first reaction was wondering if I'd brought along my camera or cell
phone so I could get a picture of the construction truck that had started it all, but I hadn't. I also wondered if I could help anybody that might
have gotten hurt.
That same feeling I had that told me to move to the slow lane, was now saying 'you should drive home', to my parents' house in San Diego. I was
kind of undecided, for several moments, seconds or minutes I don't know, before I finally gave in to the feeling and drove away. The scene was very
surreal, as if it had all taken place in slow motion, but I do remember hearing the screeching tires and various crashes clearly, but nothing else
As I was driving the rest of the way, I remember feeling guilty, or like a coward, for leaving without even trying to help, and I turned on the news
to find out how serious the injuries were. There was no mention of the accident on the TV. In fact, there was no mention of the accident on the
following day's newspaper, or in the newspapers in the towns closest to the accident, or in their websites.
I was employed in Rancho Bernardo, and a few days later when my company called me back to work, I drove up the additional couple of minutes to where
the accident had taken place, but guess what? There was no evidence that anything had happened. I parked in almost the exact same spot on the side of
the roar, and I didn't see any tires marks or damaged cement barriers. The only other person who remembers it was my wife, as I had called her as
soon as I got into San Diego to tell her what happened.
My car had not been hit, when it should have, and I made it smoothly from the fast lane to the side of the road, and although I did see the
construction people walking towards the pick-up, and the irritated looks of the drivers when they first slammed on the brakes, I do not remember
seeing another human being once the trailer truck started hitting the rest of the cars, or after the accident was over.
Bizarre, you ask? Yeah, I'd say so, and while a part of me still feels that I shouldn't have left the scene like that, another part of me is saying
that was what I was supposed to do. I mean, maybe if I'd stayed there, I would not be alive today. Guarding angels? Destiny? The Matrix? I don't
know, but something very weird happened to me that day.
And here's a response someone sent me over an incident they witnessed three years later;
I had to write to you privately because I am still shocked after reading your reply. I had just posted a reply to that thread about time slips when
I scrolled up to read other stories.
The reason why your story really hit home is that something very similar happened to me..only it did not involve a time slip that I know of. One
Tuesday in March (can't remember the date exactly) of this year, I was driving from La Jolla to my mom's house in Escondido (off 9th ave) with my
son in the car. We had taken the 56 to the 15 and I was in the HOV/Express lane going north. Traffic started to slow down to the right of me in the
main lanes and then I looked to my left and on the 15S exit in the main lanes was a HUGE accident. We are talking between Camino Del Norte and
Bernardo Center Drive. The first vehicle was completely flipped and crushed to the windows (an SUV) and then for at least a half mile after were
multiple cars in various stages of accident..some really smashed, others with fender benders..it was a sight to behold. We had slowed down to a crawl
and I was telling my son to look the other way. LOTS of ambulances, fire crew..tarps, as we passed the end of the parade of smashed cars, we saw a man
being loaded into an ambulance..could see his feet sticking out from the gurney with sneakers on and a blanket over him.
Needless to say I thought it would make the news all day. I felt very shaky after witnessing all the destruction. I got to my mom's house and got
online and searched ALL day for any news..with NO avail. I NEVER EVER found one single report of the accident. I looked up the Highway Patrol accident
reports and found not one thing..even tried the local police reports..nothing, nada, zip, zilch.
Now I am starting to think that something is really weird about that area after reading your post..what in the hell did we both see?????? I told my
mom and husband all about it and they could not find anything either. I mean, I saw posts about several accidents that had happened that day around
the county..fender benders and such but not a single word on the carnage I'd seen! What on earth??
Same accident, same location, three years apart, and IT NEVER HAPPENED.