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My watcher and protector?

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Gypsy8

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My watcher came when I was five or six. I woke up and felt I was being watched. My dad said ask what in the name of god did it want, but I was too scared to breathe. By the time I was in my teens, I'd pretty much forgotten it.

When I was twenty-eight, my three year old son came to me one morning and said he'd wanted to get in my bed, but had seen eyes by my bed watching me, and got scared and hid under his covers. I figured maybe my watcher had never left.

Again I forgot about it. Until one morning just a few years ago, when I'd awakened early, and saw a light, human shape with no features highlighted against my dark closet doors, hurrying along the foot of the bed, going toward the window. I said, "WOW!" and it vanished. At seventy-four, what I'd loved to have said was, "Wait! Don't go."

For some time as I'd be waiting for sleep, I'd hear shuffling and snuffling sounds on the floor at the other side of the bed, and sometimes felt my comforter tugged at. Other times It felt like something was butting against the bed.

One day I went into my bedroom for something, and saw one side of my lace curtains all messed up on top. It made me think of two big birds scuffling there. The curtains were fine when I'd gotten up, and there was not a single thing in the house that could account for what had been done to them.

And since that day I haven't heard a thing on the floor at the other side of the bed. I hope my watcher still watches over me. I've often thought it might be the spirit of the woman I'd dearly loved in my last life, and who'd loved me, waiting for me so we could be together again.
 
Aged Gypsy said:
And since that day I haven't heard a thing on the floor at the other side of the bed. I hope my watcher still watches over me. I've often thought it might be the spirit of the woman I'd dearly loved in my last life, and who'd loved me, waiting for me so we could be together again.
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You might be on to something there.
 
My first paranormal experience was with a "watcher" when I was eleven. It frightened my parents, but I just took it in stride. From the way you described the snuffling sounds, Gypsy, I thought yours might be a past life pet. Maybe a woman and a pet visit together?
 
BriarRose said:
My first paranormal experience was with a "watcher" when I was eleven. It frightened my parents, but I just took it in stride. From the way you described the snuffling sounds, Gypsy, I thought yours might be a past life pet. Maybe a woman and a pet visit together?
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That's a nice thought, BriarRose, but whatever was there it was more than one. And the noise, the pulling at my comforter and hitting the bed in various places really freaked me out.


I've read about watchers that have red eyes. Mine doesn't. Did yours?
 
No, she didn't have red eyes. She was a woman with dark hair, and a pale face. She came and sat by my bed at night. The first time, she sort of disappeared while I was watching. I went into the living room, and asked my parents who the lady was, and where she went. I never knew who, or what she was. It never occurred to me that she could have been a ghost, even to this day. I thought she was a spirit guide, after I was old enough to know what that was. Do you think yours was a ghost?
 
I had originally thought mine was my grandfather coming back to watch over me because he'd caused terrible trouble for my parents when I was on the way. I'd ended up being a very late-term baby, weighing 12 pounds, and not expected to live through my first year. Then, when my grandson was born, and the doctor held him up in the dl window for me to see, he opened his eyes wide, looked right into mine, and in my mind I heard "GRANDPA!" and have always believed he is now my grandson.


I've heard of people seeing people as you saw this woman. My aunt experienced that when she was ten. It turned out to be her never-met grandmother, far away, who had just died.


I really have no idea about mine. That it's always with me as I sleep, I have little doubt. In my last incarnation, which I feel is true, I (he) died in his mid-forties, and from all I've learned of their lives, his wife, who'd left her husband for him, was devastated. That's why the thought came to me that it might be she who watches over me.
 
BriarRose said:
That could easily be true. How did you discover your immediate past life?
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At the beginning of 2000, I spent five or six months of the year, for four years, incapacitated by fever and chills, and a wracking cough. I would have a day or two a week that I was able to get up and do whatever was necessary. With little or no checking, I was told I had chronic bronchitis.


Around the third year, I began to see and hear the name of this man everywhere. I'd learned at the age of eight or nine that I'd been born on his birthday, when my teacher read a poem he'd written, and told a little about him. I'd known from the age of 4 that I wanted to write. I'd 'written' a story, while telling it aloud, at 3 1/2. Having been born on a writer's birthday was like a good luck charm. At the time, and until after I got sick, I'd believed him to be just another old man, and hadn't thought of him over the years.


Then one day I opened a box of tea, and in it was a magnet with a saying, and his name. I thought he was haunting me, or for some reason, trying to contact me. I knew I had to learn about him, so I went Online and found his biography. He'd spent his life pretty much as I'd spent these past few years. And the things he'd done in life, where he was from, everything, were where my interests had lain, the places that 'pulled' me.


He died 44 years before I was born. I really feel it was my illness that connected to that in the soul consciousness of his life that had made me so aware of him.
 
I found myself haunted by a dark, shadowy creature with yellowy-golden eyes that was continuously intrigued and drawn to me in my dreams. I did not know what it meant, but someone here suggested it may be mine or someone else's shadow side.


Then, a year later, I moved into a new house, and ended up being adopted by a jet black feral cat with golden-blue eyes. He follows me literally everywhere and is practically my shadow. So I guess whoever suggested it was my shadow-side was right... in a manner of speaking! ;)


But, thinking back I think the creature was a pre-event notification, letting me know I would be meeting my witchity black cat!! Perhaps yours is the same? It is giving you pre-warning that you may be meeting somebody/something?
 
My mother has told me stories that as an infant in my crib I would talk to the air as if there was another person there. More like babble but she would stand at the door a listen to my "conversations" with someone who wasnt even there. I have possibly discovered who I was the time before this and around this time that I was doing this my father from the last lifetime had passed and I think he was visiting me as I am now and I recognized him and so I tried to talk to him. I think he has since moved on but for a while I believe he was my "watcher" to see how I am doing now in this life. Probably because in the lifetime he was my father I was taken from them at a young age. It gives me chills to think of it.
 
Rustic_Kid said:
My mother has told me stories that as an infant in my crib I would talk to the air as if there was another person there. More like babble but she would stand at the door a listen to my "conversations" with someone who wasnt even there. I have possibly discovered who I was the time before this and around this time that I was doing this my father from the last lifetime had passed and I think he was visiting me as I am now and I recognized him and so I tried to talk to him. I think he has since moved on but for a while I believe he was my "watcher" to see how I am doing now in this life. Probably because in the lifetime he was my father I was taken from them at a young age. It gives me chills to think of it.
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That's very interesting, Rustic_Kid. I believe that when we're babies we can see what becomes unseen as we age and are more involved in the world we've been born into.
 
Aged Gypsy said:
He died 44 years before I was born. I really feel it was my illness that connected to that in the soul consciousness of his life that had made me so aware of him.
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Is there a possibility that you were him? Sounds like there are too many similarities.
 
I'd had a vision sometime in my fifties, that was very real. It was of a man with a towel around his waist, apparently just having bathed behind the curtain behind him. There was a small table with a wash bowl and a large pitcher behind it sitting on the table, and a small mirror above it. The table and the mirror frame appeared quite primitive, crude, rough-looking without any paint or varnish. The area could have been a very small room, or a corner in a larger room.


I was this youngish man. I felt my maleness, and the familiarity of where I was. In passing, I turned and glanced at myself in the mirror, seeing my long, thin face, with the somewhat sunken eyes, and dark, wet hair across my shoulders, and I felt the chill of it across my back.


The whole thing was quite astounding to me, and I didn't know what to make of it, and eventually forgot about it. But after all that I'd learned about the man I thought was haunting me, I'd found some of his work, and on one was a picture of him, his wife, and a native of the place they were living at the time.


His was the face I'd seen in the mirror some twenty years earlier. I do believe I was him. There are a lot of other things I didn't mention but one I found amazing was that much of his writing came from his dreams. I was just thirty when I started a binder of story ideas, all based on dreams I'd had. The binder currently has 240 pages filled.
 
You said the man was a writer. Would you ever be willing to share who it was? You have convinced me of the truth of your memories.
 
BriarRose said:
You said the man was a writer. Would you ever be willing to share who it was? You have convinced me of the truth of your memories.
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I hesitate, because he is well known for some of his work. One in particular that is well known. I'd never read the book or seen the movie, but knew what it was about, just not who'd written it.


I have a little shadow ... One of my story ideas is about finding I have shadows all around me.
 
Argonne, it isn't so much those here that concerns me, it's those who just come to see what we say, and possibly put it on twitter, Facebook, or any of the other places. Think about the beginning of my last line.





Briar Rose, he wrote children's poems and fiction. Yeah, I kinda liked the idea of the shadows all around story. I had just left a demolished city and was walking along just before sunrise through what had been a suburb of the city when I saw the shadows from the corner of my eyes. This evolved from a crazy dream.
 
Aged Gypsy said:
Argonne, it isn't so much those here that concerns me, it's those who just come to see what we say, and possibly put it on twitter, Facebook, or any of the other places. Think about the beginning of my last line.
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That's why we don't use our real names here.
 
I believe you. I just read that Lady Shelley believed that Stevenson himself was the reincarnation of Percy Bysshe Shelley. Any one who could write "Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde" was a strange and fascinating man. I'm trying to find out if anyone else remembers being Stevenson. So far, you are the only candidate.
 
BriarRose said:
I believe you. I just read that Lady Shelley believed that Stephenson himself was the reincarnation of Percy Bysshe Shelley. Any one who could write "Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde" was a strange and fascinating man. I'm trying to find out if anyone else remembers being Stephenson. So far, you are the only candidate.
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The name Shelley is familiar. Was he a writer?


People who know me think I'm a bit strange, and weird in the way my mind works.


What happens if someone else remembers being him??????
 
It doesn't matter if anyone else remembers being Stevenson. What matters is what you remember. In any event, I couldn't find anyone who thinks he was Stevenson on the internet. There are certain famous individuals who are claimed by multiple people, and different explanations of why that happens. Edgar Cayce mentioned something about Stevenson, but I can't find the reference. Percy Bysshe Shelley was one of the Romantic poets. He wrote a poem called "Ozymandias" that is one of my favorites. He had the same complicated soul type that Stevenson had, and the same difficulty with drug addiction. I have no idea if Lady Shelley was correct in thinking that Stevenson was his reincarnation. Maybe, you could read some of Shelley's work, and tell us. He is considered to have been one of the finest poets the English language has ever produced, and was married to Mary Shelley, the author of "Frankenstein".
 
BriarRose said:
It doesn't matter if anyone else remembers being Stevenson. What matters is what you remember. In any event, I couldn't find anyone who thinks he was Stevenson on the internet. There are certain famous individuals who are claimed by multiple people, and different explanations of why that happens. Edgar Cayce mentioned something about Stevenson, but I can't find the reference. Percy Bysshe Shelley was one of the Romantic poets. He wrote a poem called "Ozymandias" that is one of my favorites. He had the same complicated soul type that Stevenson had, and the same difficulty with drug addiction. I have no idea if Lady Shelley was correct in thinking that Stevenson was his reincarnation. Maybe, you could read some of Shelley's work, and tell us. He is considered to have been one of the finest poets the English language has ever produced, and was married to Mary Shelley, the author of "Frankenstein".
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I've known several people, my mother included, who believed they'd been Marie Antoinette. Guess maybe Stevenson wasn't famous enough for anyone wanting to be him. But then he obviously picked me. Only person in history, if she even ever was, that I might like to have been was Bodicca.


I've never read anything about Stevenson having a drug problem. I know he moved all over the world looking for a place that might help his lung condition, although he must have been taking something for it as well. According to different versions, he suffered from chronic bronchitis, or tuberculosis. I'm wondering if he might have had the same thing I have, which is in the tuberculosis family, although is non-contagious.


I'll call Shelley up on the Internet and compare them. I've been comparing my own poetry to Stevenson's, but that's kinda hard to do with your own creations I've found.
 
There was someone here in the forum who either thought they were Beatrice Potter or their child was Potter. Had strong evidence.
 
It was me, argonne. My oldest daughter spoke of being Beatrix Potter when she was two.


Stevenson had a really severe drug problem, Gypsy. I believe he used cocaine, as many authors, particularly those of the Romantic period did. They felt it enhanced their creativity, but it certainly couldn't have helped Stevenson's lungs, as he used a pipe. Do you feel that this information is inaccurate? History often is.
 
I'm just surprised to hear he was into such drugs, considering his health. Guess if he was, it didn't pass on to me. I once stopped buying my favorite ice cream when I realized I was worrying about how much of it was left at home. I've not really researched his life since reaching the conclusion that his was my past life. Guess it's time to start digging.


There's one thing I did try to learn, and that was what might have been in his parent's home when he was growing up, because for nearly as far back as I can remember, there were three things I always wanted. A piano, a grandfather's clock, and a crystal chandelier. I'd never even seen any but the piano until I was grown. I know his mother was the daughter of a priest or preacher, and his father built bridges, among other things, and Robert had a nurse growing up. So they were probably considered well-off. And I imagine those three things would have been of interest to an imaginative boy, as he was.
 
His family was very traditionally religious. When he announced that he was an atheist, his family shipped him off to stay with a relative who was a cleric, hoping he would recant his "heresy". Instead the wife of the man proved to be a good mentor for Stevenson's work. Excuse me if my facts are wrong - my knowledge of Stevenson isn't that great. The drug addiction must be something you resolved never to do again. Was he your immediate past PL? How many years elapsed between his death, and your birth?
 
BriarRose said:
His family was very traditionally religious. When he announced that he was an atheist, his family shipped him off to stay with a relative who was a cleric, hoping he would recant his "heresy". Instead the wife of the man proved to be a good mentor for Stevenson's work. Excuse me if my facts are wrong - my knowledge of Stevenson isn't that great. The drug addiction must be something you resolved never to do again. Was he your immediate past PL? How many years elapsed between his death, and your birth?
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I'm fairly certain he was the immediate past. The time between his death and my birth was 44 years. I've been wondering if the one before him could have been the old woman dying. From what I'd seen of the couple's clothes as they stood outside the open door, the stuff on the roof tops, and just the general feeling, would have been around the mid-1800s, and Stevenson was born in 1850.
 
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