MY MULTIDIMENSIONAL LIFE

My life has been tempered by numerous experiences of “the other side(s).”

I begin by listing events with approximate age. I am now in my mid-70s.

I should note that there was no use of drugs in these occurrences.

 

1.     Ghost, age 6-7. A man who had hung himself in what was my bedroom approximately 6 months to a year before my parents bought the house, appeared materially to me initially but because I was so frightened by his appearance, changed to more a ghost-like foggy figure and visited me regularly for more than a year, almost every night. There was a record of a news article in the Times-Union of such a suicide at the address of my home.

2.     Ghost, age 10. After my grandfather died, I saw him the next morning puttering around in his garden in his backyard. I was looking out a second-story window. I found fresh footprints from his Italian rattan pointed shoes in the fresh dirt of the garden.

3.     Ghosts, age 16. My girlfriend lived in a refurbished old 17^th century schoolhouse in which the children and teacher had taken refuge in the cellar from the local Indians. They had planned on escaping through a tunnel with a trap door. The Indians, however, came in through the tunnel and killed them all. From the first floor above the small door in the floor that led down a ladder into the cellar, I heard furniture being moved and children’s frightened voices. When we opened the door into the cellar, it was untouched and empty.

4.     Demon, age 18. When I was in college I was interested in “black magic” and wanted to “conjure” a demon. With several witnesses present, I performed a “black mass” in my dorm room and a demon did appear, looking rather like a child-sized black cat with a human face and red eyes.

5.     Past Life, age 20. I lived in an apartment in my later college years. This event began with a repeated dream that unfolded over seven nights. It occurred in 18^th century Ireland (1728 appears on a gravestone with my Irish name engraved on it). I am in a gravelike hole with a heavy door on top of me with an iron grating through which I can see out of the hole. People are throwing rocks down upon the door, crushing me (which is how male witches were dealt with at the time—which was repeated in the Salem witch trials which occurred a bit North of where I was living). The same woman appears in each dream, standing above the hole and looking disapprovingly down at me with a steady gaze. On the eight day I am going down the stairs from my apartment and see that the new tenant who has moved in is the SAME WOMAN as in my dreams! However, I do not make the connection, having no belief or awareness of anything such as past lives. The woman stops when she sees me, smiles, and says, “Seamus, it’s been a long time.” I have no idea (at the time) what she is talking about. But more awareness does come to me in due time.

6.     Past Life, age 22. I am attending a music festival in the wheatfields of Sussex, England, with a British friend whose house in am staying at in St. John’s Wood in London. There is a crowd of thousands of young people pushing and straining at the entrance to the festival, which is a large area surrounded by a high wire fence with uniformed security guards located along the fence and high towers with spotlights. It is dusk and the gate is now opening and the crowd is pressing forward. Suddenly the blinding floodlights on the towers shine upon the crowd, moving over the crowd. When the light hits me, I freeze in terror, as if I am going to die in that moment. Through the dust cloud enveloping me, I see people with shaved heads, wearing rags, some with yellow and black stripes all around me. My stomach is sucked in; I am ravenous with hunger. I am afraid and confused. Then, just as suddenly, I am back in the crowd of young people. This experience happens one more time when the spotlight shines on me again. This time I realize that I have had a flashback to my past life as a Jew in a concentration camp. More reveals itself to me in due time.

7.     UFO, age 24. I am walking in a country lane near when I worked, and feel as if I am being watched. I look up between the trees and see what appears to be a small black cigar-shaped object hovering above me. I cannot tell how big it is because there is no reference point behind it. I makes no noise but follows me for perhaps a half-hour before it just flies off at an angle and disappears.

8.     Ghosts, age 25. I am employed as a child care worker and houseparent in an institution for “emotionally disturbed” children. It is an old institution, established in Victorian times. It had initially been an Episcopalian orphanage. It had been hit by a cholera or smallpox plague that killed almost all the adults and children. The atmosphere of the institution, which was composed of many “cottages” with up to twelve children, was scattered over many acres in a birch and pine forest. I noticed that when I went outside at night, I felt oppressed, even assaulted, by the darkness, as if something was literally grabbing at my clothes and even shoving me. In fact it was frightening but I didn’t know what it was. My wife actually saw figures in the dark and avoided going outside at night. For a number of years I had been studying the occult as well as Hindu philosophy and teachings. I had read that “ghosts” live on the “astral (or emotional)” level and were attracted to people whose consciousness was astral in nature. Interestingly, at that same time, I started meditating with a Theosophical group, and was able to “elevate” myself to a “mental” level and thus was able to develop a kind of “immunity” to the ghosts, or so I thought. Then a number of events occurred that were very disturbing. First, in broad daylight, I noticed approximately twenty people dressed in black Victorian Episcopalian clothing standing at the edge of a meadow in the dark shade of the forest. Then, one night our little apartment became very cold with an inky smoke and my wife and I were visited by some very malevolent ghosts, who I could not only feel but who materialized right in front of us. We were terrified and had no idea what to do. Eventually they left. About this same time, the young boys in my cottage were also being assaulted by the ghosts, who came to their beds at night and pinched them as they materialized in front of them. The boys would come to my room crying and terrified. My meditation had worked but only a bit. I kept lights on for the kids and we decided that we would “pray to Jesus” to protect us and make the ghosts go away. I told them to tell the ghosts, “In the name of Jesus Christ, leave here and move on.” We practiced over and over until they felt that they could follow through with it, even if they were afraid. They were angry about what the ghosts were doing as well. They called on Jesus to “stand with them,” told the ghosts where to go, and it worked. None of us ever saw or felt another ghost around us again.

9.    Ghost, age 25. I visited a friend in New Bedford who lived in an old house where the wife of a whaling ship captain had died. I was sleeping on the couch and noticed a woman leaning over me in the dark. I thought it was my friend. I talked to her and then she just vanished.