For many years now I’ve been having experiences that at first flush seemed unfortunate, only to discover shortly afterwards that, without them, something very desirable would not have occurred or something fairly awful would have. For example, if all three persons involved in getting one of my sons to a distant airport for a trip to visit his father one time had not misread or misremembered the plane’s departure time, we would have been en route to get him there when the car’s water pump took out. This would have left us stranded by the road somewhere without money for towing or repairs. As it happened, our collective error meant that the problem was taken care of at home, allowing us time to safely reschedule his departure. One can posit that some external influence deliberately engineered our identical misimpressions in order to prevent a really serious mishap. When only the mind is involved, there is more room for speculation, but my last brush with “more than coincidence” involves a material component somewhat harder to explain away. Read the rest of this entry »
The quiet town of Hastings, Minnesota, is located on the Mississippi River about 20 miles south of Saint Paul and Minneapolis. It is a farming community that has, in some parts, more animals than people. The town folk are friendly and often wave at cars that pass by. This may seem strange to outsiders but there is, of course, a good reason: If you are from the area, chances are you are related by blood or marriage, and being thought of as a snob could get you a dead fish in your mail box. I love being from a small town.
About seven miles out of town, an old white farmhouse sits on a hill surrounded by towering oak trees. This is the home where I grew up. It is also the place where I return, as often as I can, to escape the stress of living in the city. I have to admit, it does look pretty creepy at night. But even scarier were the sounds of footsteps and knocking that I heard when I was growing up.
I remember asking my mom (Carole Menge) what it was that was making those noises. Most of the time she would say the house was just settling. Once in a while she would say, “It must be the ghost.” Mom had a strange sense of humor. She would also tell me that there was no such thing as ghosts when it was bedtime and the noises were keeping me up.
I grew up thinking that ghosts were sort of a joke. They were a figment of the imagination caused by a settling house that could be blamed for just about anything from missing keys to cupboard doors being left open. Anything potentially paranormal could easily be dismissed by the fact that there were five kids (not including any neighbors, cousins, or strays) in the house, any one of whom could have been the culprit. But now that I am older, and have had some truly unexplainable experiences, I think perhaps we did have a ghost and didn’t realize it.
As I was leaving Mom’s house on Christmas night 2007, I had an overwhelming feeling of being watched. I pulled out my camera and pointed it toward one of the monstrous oak trees. I said out loud, “Gracie [the name of my grandmother, who I felt may have been watching over me], if you are here, please come in front of the camera.”
In one of the pictures you can see a spirit orb appear to be landing on one of the branches. In another there is a strange white shape. It was so freezing cold out that night I only took a few pictures. Now I wish I had taken more.
Looking back to when I was growing up, it must have seemed peculiar to any ghost who may have been trying to get our attention. Despite all the footsteps and banging, we did not take it seriously. We may have inadvertently teased it by saying, “Oh, it’s just a ghost.” Come to think of it, we even played a game called “ghost around the house,” which was a form of tag at night.—
Christy McGuire, Richfield, Minn.
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Why we never talk about the miracles that come during suffering
Dec. 2011
by Julia Finley
Think what you must — they are “delusions” brought on by stress; “strands” let out by a strained mind — but truth be told, our dismissals are how we avoid touching the areas of life we do not understand, not coming anywhere near it.
The observer is stumped too, but without the luxury of these easy dismissals. After catching a glimpse of the unknown — the part of reality that exists beyond the veil, peaking out for a moment to smile warmly, then everything returns as it was — the observer is left to wonder what to do with a miracle.
“Witnessing” is largely out of the question. If they do “witness”, it has to be what people want to hear; if the observer insists on naked honesty, it is signed ‘anonymous’. I remember two “witnesses” that were nakedly honest, but only because I was in a position where I had earned their trust.
The first was an old nurse turned teacher, somewhere during my interest in a medical profession. The topic “Dealing with Loss & Suffering” had come up in our class, but the lecture soon turned to intimate feeling and experiences. Twenty minutes in, the teacher confessed an amazing personal experience with loss and suffering:
“Some years ago, my dad was really sick in the hospital. It was incredibly hard on me because dad and I were close. Then one night, when I came home from the hospital, I sat in my bed and something happened. I looked up and saw clouds opening, right in the ceiling, and light shined down upon me. I heard a voice which told me not to cry and worry; everything is all right. Then it told me that my father was going to die, and that my mom would pick up the body on Tuesday. My father passed away that very weekend, and my mother did arrive to take the body on Tuesday.”
The story she recounted made a large impression on my views and assumptions. How can we be so ignorant? Doesn’t anyone know more about this? How do I learn, without being regarded as crazy? I began to recognize how many mechanisms exist in society, to sensor spiritual experiences.
In another, my own dear family member was going through her medical crisis; during a stroke, she witnessed:
“Shortly after my hospital bed was wheeled into an elevator, I had a stroke just before reaching the 6th floor. I couldn’t move. Four ladies around my gurney told me to stop struggling; what I needed to do was calm down. I wanted to speak to my daughter, so I kept struggling. One of the women told me she was watching over me, do not worry. She was shaped like a pear — I don’t remember extremities, just her pear shape. When I spoke about the four ladies later with my daughter, she informed me there were only two persons on the elevator.”
Now I understand something. Our closed minds close off supernatural encounters, and foil the mission of their occurrence: impact. Again, these stories left profound impact on me. They arrive at trying times, not as products of stress, but as reassurance that life is still beautiful, even when it rains. The best thing a listener can do with these amazing recollections, is to contemplate the timing and purpose of the higher power. It could be that they arrive at that time on purpose, when we most need intervention, when it could change our views of life and reality forever.
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November 25th
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IT’S FATE FOR PARANORMAL TEAM
THE RED-HOT PRODUCER OF the Paranormal Activity film franchise and the team behind A&E’s unscripted series Paranormal State are about to become strange bedfellows. Jason Blum’s Blumhouse Productions and Picture Shack Entertainment’s George Plamondon and Betsy Schechter have optioned rights to Fate magazine, a long-running chronicler of the odd and unexplained, with an eye toward mining its library of thousands of stories for television and film. Fate, founded in 1948, tells tales of flying saucers, close encounters, poltergeists and more. The cult magazine, based in Lakeville, Minn., has served
as a well of inspiration for Plamondon and Schechter in creating various series, including Animal Planet’s paranormal docuseries The Haunted. Launched by Amazing Stories editor Raymond A. Palmer and Curtis Fuller, Fate has published first-person accounts of the macabre as well as investigative features and the occasional story debunking dubious claims. “Whether you believe or not, if you watch someone who believes, it’s fascinating,” says Plamondon. CAA introduced the Picture Shack duo to Blum, whose Paranormal Activity 3 has topped $100 million at the domestic box office (he’s also prepping ABC’s mystery thriller The River for midseason), and the three decided to team. Adds Plamondon, “There’s a level of fear we explore that Jason explores as well with the scripted projects he’s done.” — Lesley Goldberg
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November 11
Join host Chris Onefeather and special guest Kathleen O’Keefe-Kanavos who survived breast cancer not once but twice…She survived by using something many in the medical field do not even acknowledge as being real, her innate intuition and prophetic dreams. Learn to listen to them. They may save your life one day!
She used her intuition and dreams to self-advocate a course of cancer treatment, often against the vehement advice of doctors, in her healing process. She always worked with her doctors, but never forgot to self-advocate and make the final decisions. Kathleen now shares her story it hopes it can help others make better decisions.
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by Frederick Anderson (Onefeather)
Harkening back to May 25, 1977, I clearly remember opening day and my first encounter with the epic saga, Star Wars. For me it was the perfect theater experience; school was not yet out (no unsupervised kids) and there were only a handful of people that arrived for the matinee show. It was almost like my own private screening. A week later lines were around the block and I would have been inclined to balk at the claustrophobic conditions of a “packed house.” Yet the seed had been planted and I eagerly awaited each subsequent episode of the series.
When episode two came along, I was enchanted with the character Yoda, an archetypical expression of the wisdom keepers and spiritual masters from our collective consciousness. He rang true as one of those unique souls that remain present in all situations, comprehends what is happening, and is open to receive understanding from some benevolent higher force known as “the Force.” He was the epitome of tribal consciousness; organic, intuitive, and connected to the Universe he inhabits.
Who Is He?
So, who was Yoda? Where did he come from? Here are my thoughts on the matter.
If we look back over the history of our human experience, mankind is brilliant at self-undoing, and just when the crap is about to hit the fan, we somehow collectively manifest an avatar, an individual that causes us to awaken enough to not implode and go the way of the dinosaur. It comes with an inspired vision and unfolds through a central figure that puts a bend in the river of human experience.
Vision Seekers
Siddhartha had a vision of man’s potential and became the Buddha; Jesus had a similar vision and became the Christ. Granted, these are supreme examples of the phenomena but, to a lesser degree, every stage of human evolution has had the vision seekers who share their impressions of what man can become, of what we are capable of accomplishing, and how we can become our own salvation. George Lucas had a similar vision and he named it “Yoda.”
For those who were not present during the times (and the 10 or 15 years prior to Star Wars), America and the world were experiencing turmoil, identity crisis, and a common lack of vision. Small numbers of us found Alan Watts or Yogananda, mystical Christianity and archetypes in other world religions, but the greater public had nothing to attach their sense of morality, empowerment, and purpose to. Yoda appeared and a cult became a movement with a shared ideal of how we can, as a person and a society, become our own “Hero.”
Now, looking back through the years as technology tipped the size of our global identity and communication has become enhanced to the degree that we’re able to have instantaneous conversation with people 12,000 miles away, I feel edified by Yoda’s calm, deliberate dictate that “we can do this.” We can become the destroyer of worlds or the unifying Force for evolution and harmony; we need but decide which side of the Force we will take a stand with.
Thanks, George (and Yoda), for hitting the “refresh button” and creating a clan of people who are awakening to their own empowerment, finding new belief in all the possibilities that are available to humankind here on planet Earth, and seeking new outcomes to old issues that we’re being called upon to transcend. Ω
Intuitive, writer, and Fate Radio host Chris Anderson/Onefeather possesses a foundation in Jungian psychology as well as having been initiated in mystical Native American methodologies by his grandfather during his youth (a full blood Potawatomi). Now in his 60s, Onefeather is committed to serving humankind as a social commentator and wisdom keeper.
One woman’s story of supernatural encounter and its aftermath
October 2011
by Julia Finley
My Google Homepage has evolved over time. Now its got a little digi-pet, some news wires, noticeably no games, and a major menagerie of spiritual quotes from various religions. And of course, my email preview on the upper-left.
Thank heavens for that — I could never take the burn of directly viewing my inbox. I need a buffer. Did they have people like me in mind when they designed such things?
Anyway, today’s preview:
You are receiving this email because you have incurred a warning from Religious Messageboards. Repeat violations will result in permanent banning.
I peek at the previous window to confirm something I thought I saw. …Yes, I received two emails with this same subject header, from two different moderators. It seems I’m already a repeat offender, but of what crime, I must read on to find out.
