Is My House Haunted? Part II

You must read the original article, "Is My House Haunted?" to fully understand this article. I wrote about the strange occurrences that are currently happening in my home along with possible explanations for why they could be happening. I took a look at rational explanations for what seems like paranormal activity and let you know what I think is causing it. This is a continuation simply due to my experiences last night.

I'm not so concerned that I need to phone Ghost Hunters because it's not really an emergency situation, besides my parents live downstairs and they'll think I'm losing my mind! I feel that my grandparents are watching over my family and me because of the fact that the TV and fan get shut off after we fall asleep and dishes clink around quietly in the sink and occasionally, it sounds like someone's pulling a chair out to sit at the kitchen table! These occurrences happened here and there and did not really have my full attention. I just thought of my grandparents and shrugged of the fact that something bizarre just happened.

The fact is there's something happening in my house and, although I have an idea, I don't know for sure what it is. What seemed like occasional paranormal activity is now starting to become more frequent. We noticed a few events over a period of months and now a two or three paranormal occurrences could take place in one night and the next night- nothing.  It seems now that I've opened a door or have become more in tune to the world beyond because I either notice them more or because I've opened a can of worms with my curiosity but things are really beginning to change.

My husband was sick last night so he was sleeping on the couch for most of the evening. My daughter was in bed at 9:00 p.m. but for some reason was getting out of bed about every twenty minutes. Perhaps she could sense something or maybe she just missed me! I was picking her up and tucking her back in and pausing my movie over and over for about an hour. I tucked her in for the last time and before I put the movie back on, I sat on the living room couch and enjoyed the silence for a moment. My mind started to wander.

I mentioned in my last article that I live in my grandparents' old house and that they passed away there peacefully within about two years of each other. My grandfather's death was the more recent of the two and it happened about three years ago. I just moved in during December of 2009, so I haven't been for long. My grandparents mounted a picture of Jesus on the dining room wall and I haven't been able to take down out of fear, superstition or because of the fact that it seems strange to take down a picture of Jesus that my grandparents put there simply for vanity purposes. I like to decorate, so I'm not sure how long I can leave it up once we start renovating. It is a painted picture of Jesus from his shoulders up, looking up and to the left with a halo over his head. It was painted on wood that has been shellacked so it's certainly not the trendiest decoration. I could most likely replace it with a smaller picture of Jesus that goes better with my décor and I might not feel so guilty.

Sorry about the rambling, but this is what I was thinking about while I was enjoying the silence and gazing into the adjacent dining room. I looked around and glanced back over at Jesus when I noticed a light shining on the bottom of the plaque. It was shining on his shirt. The light took up the whole bottom of the plaque as well as part of the nearby window frame but there were no lights on at the time that would cast such a bright reflection on the glazed plaque. The chandelier was on a dim setting and there was no light at all shining directly on to the picture. I did not see a reflection coming from something else either. You would think that there was a direct light shining in that spot, almost like a large flashlight, though it did not take on a defined shape. I was hypnotized and quite baffled. That moment, a black moth suddenly started flying around the chandelier and flew away somewhere as fast as it came in and I didn't see it around for the rest of the night or this morning.

I read online that moths are drawn to the moon and are therefore a symbol of "intuition, psychic awareness and perception". They are also said to be a symbol of faith. I was shocked, excited and freaked out all at the same time. This would be a far-fetched explanation, but male moths are very much attracted to flames or infrared light from a natural source rather than light from a candle for example. Remember the light that was shining on Jesus? What if it was a ghost? Who is to say that the moth wasn't a male that was attracted to an infrared light radiated by a ghost? Okay, now you probably think I'm going off the deep end, but plenty of you readers know that anything is possible!

This was just my experience in the dining room. I finished my movie and tried to temporarily forget what I saw so I could fall asleep later. I dragged my ill husband from the couch because I wasn't comfortable sleeping alone. We went into the bedroom where my daughter left the TV on and it shut off by itself in front of us (which is rare). I've been thinking so much about the paranormal that I started to get scared.

I got into bed and asked my husband to put the TV back on so I could sleep. He did, but it shut off again about 20 minutes later. I just gave in and finally fell asleep. It didn't seem like it was much later when I woke up.  It was very difficult not to wake up in the humid weather because everything was slicking to us and there was no air! I opened my eyes and it felt like someone had just stood up from sitting on the bed. The mattress bounced very slightly as if a weight had been lifted. I hoped I was dreaming although I knew I wasn't. I fell back to sleep, woke up again due to the heat and the same thing happened. I did not open my eyes but I felt the bounce again.

Now I know there has to be someone hanging around our house, maybe even watching over us when we sleep, getting startled when we wake up. Some people might say we have a guardian angel or two watching over us. Some might say that I'm crazy or maybe some think my house is haunted. I'm going with my original idea- that my grandparents are watching over us. Maybe I need to believe this so I can function with a ghost in my house or perhaps it's a way to keep them close. I do think that the light on Jesus is out of the ordinary.

By: Francis David

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The English Village Survival Throws

It's non debatable that the idyll of living in a beautiful English country village rests strongly in the heart of countless people the world over. With it’s chocolate box picture imagery and a slower way of life, why wouldn’t it appeal?

With a history that goes back hundreds of years in many cases, seemingly untouched by recent trends of human greed, the English country village lifestyle is highly sought after. But! The English Country village is dying under all that pressure to remain just an idyll in our minds.

The local folk who give a community it’s heart are being scattered far and wide because they can no longer afford to live in their own village. When a family outgrows it’s present accommodation, the children who are ready to leave the nest can no longer afford to ‘buy’ property in their own community because investors and rich weekenders have bought up all of those ‘quaint village properties’ so that they can ‘buy’ into the English Country Village way of life.

There are no properties to rent now either, because the traditional landowners who used to build houses on their property to accommodate their workers are now selling them off to the highest bidder in order to survive themselves.

Then we have ‘English Heritage’, those stuffed shirts, who believe that they’ve been sent by God himself to protect the English Country Village and surrounding areas as a museum piece. But who in fact live their lives with their heads stuck firmly in that part of their anatomy where the sun never shines. It’s no wonder that stagnation has taken hold and the idyll of an English Country Village is in its last throws of life as anyone ever knew it.

Locals can now no longer afford to maintain their own properties because these stuffed shirts impose ridiculous ‘conditions’ on them. Only the most labour intensive, expensive materials will do. They also have to ‘ask’ permission from these jumped up food critics to continue with every simple step along the way, often having to wait many days for one to deem it important enough for them to show up in the first place.

What happens if these normal village folk turn a blind eye to the ‘stuffed shirts’ and carry on regardless? They’re hit with very large fines and told to return any work that’s been done back to the original ‘bad’ state. Madness? Not at all, how can it be? The British Government give those stuffed shirts their full blessing. There are ‘Laws’ these days to support the buffoons in charge of destroying the very fabric of the English country village.

There is a common law in nature itself which is as undeniable as E=mc2, and that is = “That whatever stands still and never expands, stagnates and dies”. Fact! If anyone thinks that holding back the expansion of our chocolate box village image just to satisfy those who want to stand, stare and admire is a good idea, then they are as guilty of killing off those very images as the ‘stuffed shirts’ themselves.

Shops are closing because the new influx of weekenders, holiday makers and tourists all buy their goods out of the village where it’s ‘cheaper’. They don’t feel that it’s worth paying that little bit extra so that the shop keeper can afford to live at all. When they go to the village pub (if there’s still one left) they moan again at the prices because they can buy the alcohol so much cheaper with their supermarket shopping.

They want the idyll, but they want it on the cheap. They don’t see the locals whose community they’ve invaded struggling to make ends meet because there is no local work. They therefore can’t afford to run a motor car to find work outside the immediate area, and with public transport very hit-and-miss in the English countryside, that’s not a viable option either.

It would appear that the English Country Village is strangling itself, but if you were to ask any of those villagers who are experiencing this stagnation and slow death of their way of life how they would save it. To a man/woman they would say “build more houses that we can afford to buy or rent”. That would give employment to locals, and boost the trade in the local shops.

The fact that expansion was being allowed would encourage small businesses to move into the area. Another lifeblood transfusion for the village way of life. New buildings don’t have to look stark and bland. Many new houses these days are built to look and feel very ‘country’ indeed.

In the Thames Valley, home to some beautiful country villages, we have a property developer ‘Westbuild Homes’ who over the past 20 years or so have continued to build their ‘cottage style’ houses that sit well in any country setting. They are extremely popular and often sell long before they’re even built, but just one small builder can’t be expected to save the village image as a whole, especially as the cost of those homes are out of the reach of local folk. But it does take the pressure off the demand for existing housing stock.

Planners across the UK are given a mandate to restrict any building of any kind within the many village boundaries. English heritage and its many tentacles are doing more than their bit to ensure that the mandate holds firm. But why do we have this unrealistic idea that history must be kept like a museum artefact? How do we think those villages got to look the way they do right now? Would they look as they do now if there were stuffed shirts around telling them that they couldn’t build any more? Of course not. They built when and where it was necessary to expand and grow. As did all of the major towns and cities the world over.

In America, we see cinematic images of the tumbleweed rolling through ghost towns because they stagnated and died. The original inhabitants were protective of their community to the point of ‘driving out’ any new comers, usually at the point of a gun. Their reward was the ghost towns we now see.

The stuffed shirts and planners are the new sheriffs who are shooting anyone who dares to try and alter the ‘community’ that God himself has supposedly ordained them to do….. ‘NOT’.

The English Country Village really is in its last throws of life. To survive, it needs to be stimulated as Mother Nature ordains. It needs to expand and grow. It needs to entice new businesses into the area not rebuff them in the way that the stuffed shirts and planners would do. In fact, they are the architects of their own demise also, because if there’s no heritage to protect in a few years time, they’re also out of a job anyway. A self fulfilling prophecy I’d say.

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