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    Manfreddy, all those things you say about Trump are true. He is going to cause the world markets to collapse, going to ban the internet, and going to imprison all foreigners including those not in America, basically the whole world will be in prison under his regime.

     

    Also let us not forget he wants to take away healthcare even from those who don't have any.

     

    Under Donald Trumpsfield there will be mass torture for prisoners of war. All those poor journalist under his War on Media will be stripped of their first amendment rights and kicked out of the White House press room during the middle of a nuclear winter.

     

    And to top it off after he depopulates the planet he will totally dismantle our defense industry and even our armed forces. There will be trillions of soldiers without jobs and quadrillion munition factories will have to lay off all their workers including those in Mexico.

     

    He is a charlatan who claimed he can bring back Jobs. But I am here to tell you Steve Jobs is dead and Trump cannot actually perform resurrections.

     

    I also know the reason why so few people were actually at the inauguration. Trump supporters, or Trumpheads as they are known, are actually inbred cannibals and had to eat each other because his transition team is so bad they did not even plan for having enough taco trucks to feed the masses.

     

    Donald Dump is a joke and instead of focusing on issues that matter like Kim Kardasian he would rather make threats against Kim Jong-un.

     

    Finally believe it or not your president (not mine) is a paid actor because as we all know reality shows are scripted. I even have proof. Just google The Apprentice. I think it was a pottery contest and every time someone finished using the kiln he would say, "You're fired."

     

    I also think all those pottery pieces were Made in Indonesia or Kenya along with his clothes line. And the hypocrite had the gall to say the same thing about Obama!

  2. third_eye
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    The index so far

    1) pocket of poems ~ 10 poems

    2) pocketful of poems ~ 10 poems

    3) a pool of poems ~ 10 poems

    4) an eye of poems ~ 10 poems

    5) a shadow of poems ~ 10 poems

    6) a petal of poems ~ 10 poems

    7) a painting of poems ( updated September 27 2015)

     

     ~ Shorts and Rags

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  3. first off I got to say 2016 was a hell of a year and in my opinion horrible. It wasn't the politics or anything else it was just that so many people died this year. Especially people I admire such as David Bowie. I always listened to his songs on the radio when I was a child and I liked them growing up and knowing he died makes me feel sad. I liked him especially since he collaborated with Arcade Fire which was awesome how they played Wake up, which also is one of my favorite bands. I just hope 2017 doesn't have so many deaths this time.

  4. As long as I keep waking in the morning I'll keep moving right along.

    There's no sense in sitting sulking over what did not become.

    All the points where it would have been fun if someone had of seen it my way, but their not doing so having kept me from living out dreams. 

    They only serve to keep me miserable. 

    Tomorrow I'll see a new potential outcome that might come to fruition. 

    It'll be fun tending it, believing in it, and trying to make it reality. 

    Maybe it'll work out for me : maybe it won't. 

    Maybe the success and each subsequent one after will catapult me to the top of the world. 

    Maybe I'll just wind up needing words similar to these to help pick me back up and keep me moving forward. 

    Who knows?

    Ultimately, it's really not all up to me. 

    But, as long as I keep waking in the morning I'll keep moving right along.

  5. She never wants me. 

    Specifically. 

    She wants anyone. 

    She takes me when Prince Charming is with somebody else. 

    I'll always fail to be good enough for her though. 

    She was the object of my affection, fascination, obsession. 

    The right word for it depends on the phase in life. 

    No matter how it's described at the end of the day living happily ever after with her has been one of if not my biggest goals. 

    I've grown tired of fighting like cats and dogs. 

    With her. 

    With the world after she can't stand it, and subsequently needs me to tell it to change. 

    I get it she's too good for her life, and deserves better. 

    I'm done being in her way, and keeping her from having it.

    I wish her the best. 

    Will somebody wish me the strength necessary to not bend to her will when she tries to settle for putting up with me after the cover of the book on the fairy tale ends up looking funner than the story inside actually is; because the kingdoms green grass has to be maintenanced, and it just so happens to take work from all parties even the princess. 

    I've always been putty in her hands. 

    She's always taken full advantage of it. 

    They say if you love something let it go. 

    If it comes back it loves you too.

    What do they say about it coming back then wanting to leave again?

    Repeatedly?

    It always comes back. 

    While gone it's looking for the same thing it wants from me. 

    Too much! 

    Is there a point where it's okay to say these doors are no longer open to it?

    How does one make themselves mean it?

  6. A blog, huh.

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    The Gravetard Crow

    Strange days have found us... He is here once again.. A man with no face wearing a very worn out mask... He has no name but he goes by The Graveyard Crow. The more you think about him, the closer he gets to you, ready to remove your eyeballs with his own fingers.

    His house is next to a cemetery where a lot of people reside in there, underneath the dirt... Some are alive and screaming and trying to get out but completely out of strength and with their bodies disfigured by the Graveyard Crow and his "playful" nature. He likes to remove eyeballs, cut the limbs and cut open the stomach. This man knows no boundaries he does as he pleases. Nobody has ever identified him. Don't forget to not think about him, the more you do... the closer he gets to you.

    Death is a mercy that you will not face if you're caught by the Graveyard Crow.

  7. Mystical

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  8. i have a tumblr

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    Maybe I could post some comics on here, doodles about me. They'd just be little sketches, stories about my life and things I think about. Maybe.

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    Misc.: Just talking to myself and a few entities in the states. Apx.: moment was,18:35 Thursday,October/13/2016

    --MWoo

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    Oh quaint apropos, truly a plethora of colloquial platitudes abound. --As of yet UNKNOWN!;D
    I don't approve of political jokes; I have seen too many of them get elected.—Jon Stewart
    There is nothing impossible to him who will try.—Alexander the Great circa/around or about /Apx.: 333 B.C.
    Keep the dangerous close.

  9. On September 22nd, 2016, I finally got my wisdom teeth removed.  I wish I had done this when I was younger, as when I was a teen, I didn't have high blood pressure or other issues.  In August my blood pressure at the oral surgeon's office was too high, so I had modify my diet, so it was in an acceptable range.  Early September it was acceptable, so I finally made an appointment.  I don't remember much that day. 

    I remember taking a medication to sedate me.  When my friend arrived, I felt very tired.  I remember going into the Dr. Office, getting into the chair and having the IV put in my right hand.  I then remember being told I could go home and then I remember eating a chocolate Wendy's frosty.   I felt okay.  I slept very well.  I called my brother twice and didn't remember.  

    I didn't have a lot of numbness in my face or lips and it went away very quickly.  I did have pain, some of it off and on that was bad.  

    It will be 3 weeks tomorrow.  For several days I had soups and liquids and probably did so longer than I had to but I'm older.  I haven't yet started eating chewy, crunchy food or hard candy. 

    I also haven't sip out of straw and will wait another week before doing so, again, probably longer than I had to.  

    I was concerned about dry socket which is a very painful  if you have the misfortune of getting it.  Thankfully, I didn't get it.  

     

     

  10. Zylotta

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    I used the PC game Spore to create a reasonable construction of a Zylottan, what do you think? I had to make some compromises, there's no webbed and clawed hand, so I had to make due with webbed.

     

     

     

     

     

     

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  11. Premonition or anxiety?

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    Lately, I've been having a gut feeling that someone (a specific person) is going to pass away, in a very specific way.  I had a dream about it at first, only one.  I thought about it, then forgot about it, as I am not afraid of death for myself or others.  However, the gut feeling started coming up during the day about a week later while this person was away and it was my first thought when that person wasn't home or didn't make it home in time.  This passed last week.  Now, starting last night, it randomly came back like a huge wave crashing, but much more heightened than it had been in the past.  It is now a constant nagging feeling in my gut that this person is going to pass, and there is no way I can help.  I am wondering if this is a premonition that gets more and more intense as I get closer to the event or if it has just become a form of anxiety. 

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    I always wonder this. There are thousands of Bigfoot sightings going centuries into the past. More happen now, I'm sure, because of population increase and urban sprawl. But I ALWAYS wonder about the other half of the coin here: the hoaxer. 

    • Why do you do it? 
    • How much time are you willing to invest into the hoax?
    • How much money are you willing to pay for a suit? 

    It's ridiculous once you start rabbit-hole thinking about their motivations and desires for the hoax. Sometimes it turns out really bad: like the guy who got run over by a 15 year old girl on the highway while dressed as Sasquatch. Sometimes it just makes you laugh your ass off, like with this weird monkey dummy thing someone threw into a swamp. And sometimes it is clearly just for financial gain, like with Rick Dyer carting a fake Bigfoot in a freezer all over the country charging $5 a  pop for a viewing. 

    Is there really some kind of weird secret society out there? I really really want to jump into this topic more. I think I might put this into deep research.  You know, I look at what many people consider to be a compelling bigfoot video like the Patterson/Gimlin footage and I'm just shocked at the potential amount of time and effort that a small group of people are willing to dedicate to this bizarre hobby. 

    Do you hoax? 

     

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      So this all happened when I was five.  I woke up from a bad dream and this unnaturally glowing silver cat with big blue eyes was in my room.  At the time we didn't own any cats, so I was mesmerized by this, yet still frightened because of my dream.  It just padded over to me, and lay down next to me.  As soon as it did so I felt completely calm and fell asleep, when I woke up it was gone.

      Ever since I have been seeing ghost dogs and cats.  One of which is my dead cat (who just so happened to be my mom's cat in high school.  She died at age 27).  She died six years ago and I still see her ghost to this day walking around the back yard sometimes.  Other times I will see one singular white cat with green eyes, who often likes to troll me.  So I'll be sitting around doing my own thing when all of a sudden I see it staring at me and I stare back, then it will just poof away.  Another thing I saw once is a large shaggy dog.  It just padded down the street and vanished into thin air.

       Not entirely sure why I see them, but they haven't really caused any trouble so far.  The only one that I get annoyed at is the white one which I have named Myst.  Sorry for the short entry, just thought this may be a nice thing to post for my first blog entry. 

  13. TheLight

    Google Sky Maps - Hidden North Star

    Why is the Polaris or "North star" hidden in Google Sky Maps? Who is behind this cover up - what are the connections? We look at some time-lapse footage and some astonishing information was revealed by shining the light on the darkness of this world.
     

     

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    Jas 1:17  Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and cometh down from the Father of lights, with whom is no variableness, neither shadow of turning. 


     

    DISCLAIMER: You may never look at the world the same ever again.

  14. It's Dire...

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    I wrote this in 2011, 4 years before my cat and familiar, Toulouse, was born.

    There is no real story behind the poem itself, as it was something I had decided to write one fall night, and thought it was just "magic in the air".

    My cat, on the other hand, is quite another story...

    He was one of three kittens born of a feral mother I had hand tamed over a course of months. By the time she had her kittens, she was comfortable enough to come and go from my house as she pleased (so long as the door or window was open). When her kittens were finally old enough to walk, she began bringing them to my back porch. As I was walking down the hallway one morning, two of the kittens had run, but one of them, the solid black one, just sat there, petrified, and looked up at me. His little blue eyes were so deep and intelligent, before I had even bent down to pet him, I could already feel the bond starting to form, and I fought it hard. I didn't want this kitten, I had already made up my mind to keep one of the others. But as I patted him, I could feel his tiny body shaking, and I wondered why he choose to sit and let me pat him when he could have run like the others. I considered that he was paralyzed with fear, but as I looked at him, I felt as if it were something more, maybe a test.

    Days after that, I had caught all three kittens and had put them in my bedroom while my husband and I moved our things out of the house (we were renting). I tried to interact with them a bit, but since they were still so young I was met with unfriendly spitting and swatting. The black kitten was the only one who did not spit or swat, he instead was very still and even purred when I pet him. The others, when I finally did touch them, tensed up and growled. When it was time to take the one I was keeping and let the others go with their mom, I kept the black one. I fed him boar bacon. He sat in my lap on the ride to the new home.

    He has kept me from suicide.

    He has been my best friend.

    My brother.

    My familiar.

    My rock when the anxiety gets bad.

    He has done for me than most any human could ever hope to claim.

     

     

    Black Cat Chivalry

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    There's magic in the air tonight.

    I can sense the change in the breeze.

    Can you feel it too?

    Tell me you can feel it too.

    Tell me you can sense the magic in the air tonight.

     

    A haunting melody and a melancholic chant is all it takes.

    That's all it takes to bring tonight to life.

     

    Can you hear them calling?

    Can you feel the magic calling out to you?

    I feel like an addict.

    I'm addicted to this Black Cat Chivalry.

     

    Black cat.

    Magic cat.

    Look at what you've done.

    I'm addicted to you.

     

    There's magic in the air tonight.

    I can sense the change in the breeze.

    Can you feel it too?

    Tell me you can feel it too.

    Tell me you're the magic in the air tonight.

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  15. A few weeks ago I shared the first day of my new job as director of the RCIA in our parish.  RCIA stands for the Rite of Christian Iniation of Adults.  It is the process though which people pass in order to be received into the Cathollic Church.  It is a wonderful concept.  I went through it myself over 4o years ago and although it was nothing like the process of today it was a wonderful enlightening period of my life.  I will never forget the dear priest who invited 5 or 6 of us "inquirers" into his dining room each week to learn about this wonderful faith community that has been growing for almost 2,000 years.

    For a decade we had a fantastic Sr. of Charity as director or our RCIA program but she was 92 and decided it was time to turn in her car and her license and go home to the Motherhouse in Cincinnatti.  Oh it was a sad time for all of us when Sister left us but she left us with a wealth of wisdom and we have been building on that for two years.  Now I am creating a program based on the Sunday scripture readings along with foundatons presented in the Catechism of our Church.  Here's where the miracle come in... I know that I am not the aurthor of this process.  I am just not that smart.  I just pray a lot and word come out of my fingers unto the keyboard.

    I took this on knowing that I had to have surgery on my left hip.  I can't walk without a cane or a walker.  I had made an appointment with the surgeon who had done my right hip and double knee replacements. It took over 2 months to get the appointment and 2 weeks before the appointment I was informed that my appointment was cancelled because our insurance carrier had dropped them.  Now I had to find a new surgeon and in Florida that means another 2 month wait.  What to do?? Well I started praying.  

    After the second day at my "new job" I came home and picked up the phone and called the best and busiest surgeon in our area and miracle of miracles he gave me an appointment the very next week.  This Tuesday I met with Dr. Z and after looking at my x-rays he told me it was really bad... I wanted to say "you think?"  What I did say is how soon can we do this because I have a wedding in DC in September.  He said "you are really pushing me" but, God bless him, he scheduled me for next week!  

    "O give thanks to the Lord, for he is good; his merccy endures for ever! Out of my distress I called on the Lord; and the Lord answered me and set me free."Psalm 118

     

     

     

  16. Well after my last blog post, and despairing completely and the rhetoric of some here, I stayed away because it was honestly getting to me.

    So I left, went away for Star Wars Celebration and only came back (signed off) to see if some measure of sanity had returned.

    Alas, it's not. If anything it seems to be getting worse. Between people thinking it's the end time, practically wanting a civil war or wanting swathes of the population unable to vote... it's honestly become crazier. And yeah, I'm thinking of doing what I thought about before, leaving indefinitely, because I just can't take it. I can't take seeing how little these people care about human life or other people's rights. I can't take how much they'd rather hate, or how much they love their guns, or how much they want the end of the world, how much they long for other people to just be slaughtered in droves.


    So yeah, I'm out. I'm done. You can all stay and get more and more insane. Worship death. Worship guns. Go on killing sprees the second wthings don't go your way. But I won't be here to see it.

    I hope someone can restore some mesure of sanity here someday, but I just can't see it, not when members left and right seem to be baying for blood.

  17. Experiences of a lifetime

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    It's almost the end of summer break, almost time for my education on art and physics to resume, almost time to go back to that school, that old school that creeps me out to no end, but this entry is not about that school, but my own home, where I should feel safe as I have had it blessed 97 times in my whole life. Honestly i'm thinking of getting an exorcist because it's just insane, so to let you see what has been happening, I tell you the story of last night, well this morning at 2:30 but still.

    my room is upstairs to the right, blue walls that have taken many colours, the entity that has left me with scars that I can not explain, my parents chalked it up to self harm, but it wasn't, I just woke up with those. Honestly my parents think i'm going crazy, they even sent me away from the house once, that got me 2 months of peaceful sleep. But last night, I was terrified for my life.

    the old owners of the house liked to do satanic rituals, leaving my dad and uncle to have gotten the house cheap, my dad later bought out the house and my uncle moved two towns over, in the district that the bus that takes me close to my school goes (E34 in MA to be exact) this is important because I refused to go to my house most of the time so I spent time caring for my grandmother in the afternoons.

    so, on to what happened I woke up at 1:34 to my sister doing this ritual called the "hooded man" I naturally stopped her before it was complete and took the cross with a white candle I had bought (along with some sage I got from a cool store in province town it was a 3/2 sale so I got 9 candles) and then told the entities she had called that they were not welcome and were to leave the house after 30m I was like ok I think that was enough and went back to my room and watched YouTube 

    I then was startled a while later by the room getting cold, I was under my covers in sweat pants and a sweat shirt, I looked over to the corner where I had my papazon chair, to my horror there was an entity there. It kept getting closer every time I looked away, so I ended up on discord, a voice chat for gamers with some of my friends from the uk, they started yelling at me to take my bible and cross and get the hell out of that room. I was attacked on my lower right thigh I will insert a picture of the inflicted damage

    so I go downstairs and my parents wake up and start yelling at me and call me delusional, though this is not the first time it has happened.

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    Hi

    I just joined Unexplained-Mysteries and am feeling pretty good. The reason why I came to this forum is that I just wanted to discuss certain issues that are hindering my usual life aspects. These issues primarily pertain to peculiar subjects like paranormal and psychics. Since 2010 I have been experiencing telepathic attacks that continue till date. I was at the beginning of my career and was all ready to run the marathon of my life. At first I was mentally distracted by loud real time voices that eventually tried cutting me off my surroundings and made me talk and murmur to myself. I live in a city that locates country's biggest mental hospital which I also frequently visited due to one of my relatives. So, I knew a few things about mental problems and a lot about Schizophrenia. My sleep patterns were disrupted, I woke up in the middle of the nights as if someone shook my body to wake me up, slowly I also realized that I have stopped dreaming and someone kept talking to me like trying to instruct me.

    I never discussed this with my family or friends as everybody was and is so busy in their own life and above all I simply hated to be called a MENTAL. For the same when I visited my psychologist I simply complained him about my disrupted sleep patterns only. He prescribed me pills which he told were not the sleeping pills upon my concerns but they actually did put me to deadly sleeps. I hate those pills and try taking them only once in a month. But whether I liked it or not those pills did good bringing me back to normal. By normal here I mean that I was able to think and work normally again but the telepathic attacks never actually stopped. I also tried continuing the pills for a week but it did not worked..

    I often became speechless and used to ignore talking to people. However, since the childhood and teen days of my life I have been a guy who loved and lived with comics and movies and believe me this habit of mine did helped me a lot. The best thing I did during telepathic attacks is that I never responded to it, mentally. I knew it very well that once I get engaged with it I would literally develop a habit of mentally talking to the attacker. I don't know how I realized this but I really did exactly that. Currently I frequently hear telepathic comments that depict me as dirty, foolish and useless. But after spending 6 years under such attacks I have learned to ignore it.

    But ignorance alone never really ended this as I could feel myself being touched, pinched and pierced. My individuality got totally ruined and despite me feeling miserable at times I somehow manage to follow my daily schedules.

    As for relief and treatment information I switched to the internet. I must admit it here that for 5 odd years I really wasted my time searching info relating to white and black magic. The only useful info I tracked was that such attacks are linked with voodoo doll magic where the doll is baptized in the name of victim. It was only this year in 2016 that I somehow changed my search keywords and landed on subjects like telepathy and psychic attacks. This way I came to know about a stone called Black Tourmaline which is said to absorb negative energies. I quickly ordered it online and am currently testing it. So far it had successfully helped in removing my headaches and I can now actually sleep peacefully. I tend keeping these stones in my right or left hand as I lie down on my bed and as I fall asleep I drop them beside my pillow.  But what I still worry about is that black tourmaline does not completely stop it. I still feel it and feel really bad about it. Also, I never see proper dreams.

    At first I tried running away from home, asked myself what, why and how of this could happen to me. Believe me I also once said to myself that I am the one selected for destruction. But I hold a few habits that somehow make me step out of the misery. I am a hardcore bodybuilder; I do a lot of exercise and without supplements.  I am also a hardcore gamer who likes playing all new age and classic titles. I am also crazy about movies and prefer watching at least one flick daily. So what eventually I started to believe is that I am one of GOD's soldier and if that was not so why would such an evil thing may happen to me or I may have been doing the same evil to other people.

    Currently I am continuing my search for finding a complete solution for shielding myself from such attacks. I do not intend living and ending my life with the same problem. Black Tourmaline stones provide relief but never actually stops it. Also, this stone would work miracles for normal people who wish bringing peace to their life and enhance their focus and performance. I have spend a lot of time on the internet but just like the ocean I know that I have searched or viewed only a small fraction of it. I have provided my story so that anyone else experiencing the same may get a positive reference and if someone reading this knows how to stop or end telepathy or psychic attacks may please revert to this post.

    Wishing everybody cheers and good luck.

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    This world is dark. It’s cold. Empty. I am alone. There is no one else left. They have all gone away… to another place… another world. They have abandoned me. I walk in this lonely place with no destination because there is nothing to walk towards. But, I continue on my futile journey, anyway. There is nothing else to do. I am naked and afraid. I have no possessions, no food or water. Yet, still I live. It is a desolate and miserable existence, but it is still life. I cling to it like moss to a tree, because it is all I have. This life and this barren land is all I know. If I had a life before this, I can’t remember it. I am nameless. I am no one. And yet, I am everyone, because there is nobody else. There aren’t even any animals or plants. In this world, there is only the rusty ground, and me. Sometimes, I look up at the sky. It is always crimson. There is a sun, a bright orange circle piercing through the scarlet clouds. The sun never sets and it never moves. It’s as if this place is frozen in time.

                I continue to walk, my bare feet kicking up the red dust with each step. I don’t know why I walk. All I know is that I have to. If I don’t move, I will lose what’s left of my existence. I know I will never reach my chimerical destination but still, I walk. Some part of me hopes that I’m wrong; that there is something else in this world. So, I keep walking.

                I wasn’t always alone. There were others with me not long ago. A man, a woman, a boy and a girl. They were like me. We were all wandering this place alone. I found the man first. We didn’t talk much, because there was nothing much to talk about. We talked about the ground, the sky, and the emptiness and then we were silent. Then we found the woman and the boy. The woman claimed the boy was her son. The boy claimed the woman was his mother. Neither knew for sure because none of us knew anything, except that we were here. Then we found the girl. She was lying on her side, curled up in the fetal position, sleeping near a rock. She looked afraid and cold, so we woke her up and she agreed to join us.

                So, there we were. The only five people in the world: A young man with thick hair, a thick beard and a thick head; a cautious and terrified woman; a silent yet playful boy; an innocent and timid girl; and me. We walked and talked, and then we slept. Sleeping was the only way to escape; for a short time the red was replaced with black. We did not dream, but still we slept. Then, everyone disappeared, and I was alone.

                It must have happened while we were sleeping because all I remember is waking up and being alone. I don’t know what could have happened to the others. They could have been taken to another world, another universe, or simply transported a few miles away. I suppose, another reason I walk, is for them. It has been quite a while, I think, since we were separated, but I still have hope that one day we will meet again. I will continue to walk this barren wasteland, I will continue my journey, and I will kick up tons and tons of rust-colored dust until I find something…or someone. I will not stop because I can’t. There is nothing else to do.

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    In Search of Truth

    The Preface for I Met a Ghost at Gettysburg: A Journalist's Journey into the Paranormal

    By Don Allison 



        In the end, my career choice was a clear one.

        As a college student I thought about working in marketing, or perhaps obtaining a law degree. But I decided to pursue journalism, and for me it really was a no-brainer.

        At my core I’m a very curious person. I want to figure out how things work, and why things are the way they are. I love to discover things for myself. When I have to rely on accounts from others I want to gather input from a number of people, so I can sort out, analyze and compare what they say.

        What better way to pursue that passion than as a journalist?

        Through the years I’ve covered murder investigations and trials, political hijinks, civil and criminal court cases and public controversies. I’ve interviewed far more people than I can even begin to remember, on topics ranging from the trivial to the monumental.

        In doing so I’ve honed an intuition about people and things I’m observing or interviewing. It’s almost a sixth sense, really, of perceiving red flags that indicate when people are lying or skirting the issue, or when something just doesn’t feel right.

        Sometimes people with something to hide go on the attack, or try to avoid truly answering a question. For example, when asked “Are you guilty?” they may reply “I don’t think so,” instead of a clear “No.” At other times they simply appear uncomfortable, won’t look you in the eye or just give off a negative vibe. In some cases the facts just don’t seem to add up.

        Whatever the situation may be, I try to ferret out the best information I can to illuminate the truth. Sometimes that involves telling both sides of a story – or three or four sides if necessary – and by presenting the best evidence possible I can let the readers decide for themselves.

        I can’t say I’ve never been wrong or drawn faulty conclusions – actually, who among us can ever say that. But I try to be accountable, and when I am wrong I want to acknowledge it and learn from mistakes so I can do a better job in the future.

        For 34 years and counting I’ve worked at The Bryan Times, a daily newspaper in northwest Ohio. I was born in Bryan, and spent the majority of my formative years in nearby Stryker. Other than a few years residing in Toledo, where I completed my studies at the University of Toledo, I have lived in Williams County, Ohio.

        People here know me. People knew my grandparents, aunts and uncles, and they know my parents, siblings, wife, kids, and cousins. I have worked all my life to build a reputation here. I want to be known as an honest, reliable, friendly person, someone who contributes to the community and helps to make it a better place.

        As a journalist, every time one of my stories appears in print my performance is judged by my readers. In effect, my reputation is at risk every day if I don’t do my job properly. Since I have been at work more than three decades – actually four decades if you count my early work in sports with the former Stryker Advance – I must be competent. If not I would have been thrown out on my ear long ago. In fact, from my earliest days at The Bryan Times I was charged with editing the work of others, in addition to my own reporting. In 1996 I was named editor of the paper, a role I filled for many years in multiple stints, and now I am senior editor, semi-retired to devote more time to my Civil War and other historical pursuits.

        The point I’m trying to make is that when I put my name on a piece of writing, I stand behind it.

        I thought long and hard before deciding to tackle this project, an exploration of the paranormal. I know many people are skeptical when it comes to this subject. I understand, because I was a stalwart skeptic and still approach each paranormal experience as skeptic.

        The paranormal is not a subject I went looking for. It definitely came looking for me. After I have had experience after experience that I could not explain away by the laws of nature as we generally know them, I eventually felt compelled to learn more. The more I researched the topic, the more I realized my paranormal experiences were much more numerous and of a much broader nature than I had believed. And writing being at the core of my nature, I now feel led to share what I have learned.

        Once I decided to proceed with this book, I realized I could hold nothing back. I am treating the paranormal as I would any other topic. I am sharing my own experiences and what I have learned from research. I am passing on what other people have told me about the subject and in some cases their own perceptions of what I have experienced.

        I realize there are those who may laugh, or roll their eyes, or wonder if I have taken leave of my best judgment. But I appreciate the fact that such treatment has befallen many who have gone before me, people who put forward such outlandish ideas as that of a round earth, not a flat one; of man flying through the air or into space; a belief in rocks falling from the heavens; an impossible flow of energy we now know as electricity; and the sheer lunacy of waves traveling through the air transporting sounds and visual images to be retrieved by far-away machines.

        It takes people with such vision to expand our knowledge, and our societal comfort zone. Without the willingness to explore the unknown, our society cannot advance.

        So I will take this risk. I will do the best I can to present the evidence I’ve found and let my readers come to their own conclusions.

        In fact, I stake my reputation on it.

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