From My Paranormal Journal

[Captain Kundalini]

My earliest memory was of my maternal Grandfather, whom my brothers and I called “Foddy” because we couldn’t say “Grandfather”. It was Foddy who taught me to fish and play cards and he would take Stewart, Bryan and myself on trips downtown just to see the city. One day, when I was about five years old, I saw Mom and Dad all dressed in black and looking very sad, especially Mom. I asked Mom what was wrong and she told me that Foddy had gone to Heaven.
They had left a baby sitter with us. I was 5, Stewart was 4 and Bryan was 2. When I asked them where they were going, Mom told me that they were going to Foddy’s funeral. I didn’t understand, but I let it go. I didn’t find out until it was explained to me later. Foddy had been ill because of a couple of heart attacks he’d had in previous years. One day, he went to lie down on the couch at his and Granny’s house. He had a third heart attack and passed away while he slept. Granny came home and found him dead. After Foddy had been buried, I began having disturbing dreams about him. I found myself standing in a field of stones with names and numbers on them.
I found myself sinking into the ground and looking at him as though I was looking through a cross section of the ground and through the casket at him. He was dressed in his best suit and lying very still.

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Pretty wild for a five year old kid who knew nothing about death, only that his grandfather was in Heaven.
About a year later, Mom and Dad took the three of us boys over to Granny’s house to spend the night. We had some dinner and then watched Granny’s color TV and then went to bed. Stewart and Bryan slept in the back bedroom and I slept in Foddy’s old bed. I had trouble sleeping beccause, not only was I in a strange bed, but I had the feeling that I was being watched. I sat up and looked over toward the bedroom door and sensed a presence there! It gave me a terrible fright and I woke Granny up and pleded for her to call Mom and Dad to come and get me. As soon as I became frightened, the presence vanished. Mom and Dad came and got me and took me home to where I slept in my own bed. Thinking about it now and looking back, I’m pretty sure that it was just Foddy looking in on me, checking out his beloved wife and his grandson. I never told anyone about this until last month. I told Bryan and it gave him the creeps. But that was the first.

[Captain Kundalini]

The incident took place in Austin, Texas on August 14, 1995 between 11:30pm and Midnight. A friend of mine who I shall call James had been going thru some bad times of late. He had been suffering from partial paralysis from an injury he had sustained years ago in a diving accident. His business was failing, his bank account was dwindling and since he had lost his lease with the apartment he lived in, he had to live with a friend until he could get back on his feet. As sometimes happens in all of us, James lost hope and felt that there was no way out and so, committed suicide. I was told about this the next day by a mutual friend of ours. A bunch of us got together later to remember him & grieve. Two nights later, while at a payphone at the corner of S. Lamar and Barton Skyway (a well lit street corner) talking to a lady friend, I caught a glimpse of something moving out of the corner of my right eye. I looked to my right across the street and saw James! He was walking without any sign of paralysis at all! He looked completely solid. As he walked he looked at me, smiled, nodded, and then disappeared! Oddly enough, I was not frightened by the experience, but I sure was surprised. I went and told another mutual friend of ours of my encounter and he told me that he had heard that James' Sister In Law had also seen him. According to her report, she was making some sandwiches in the kitchen of the house she shared with her husband, Drew (James' brother), when she felt a chill, followed by the feeling that she was being watched. When she turned around, James was standing in the doorway of the kitchen a few feet away from her. He spoke to her saying, "I'm okay. Everything’s alright. Where's Drew?" She screamed and he disappeared. She and I are the only ones who saw him. Two days later, James was taken to Dallas and laid to rest there. As far as I know, his ghost has not been seen since.

[Captain Kundalini]

About 7 years ago, I was walking thru a cemetery which I had discovered back in 1999 while I was guarding a construction site one night. The cemetery isn't that widely used anymore. As a matter of fact, the last burial was in 1997 and the gravestones date back as far as 1875. I decided to make a sojourn to the old cemetery one day, just to see how big the place actually was. Some of the graves were so old that there were depressions in the ground here and there where I assumed the casket had simply rotted away and fallen apart, allowing the dirt to fall in. As I was reading the name and dates on this one headstone, I caught a glimpse of something moving at a nearby tree. I looked over there and much to my astonishment, I saw a little girl wearing a white bonnet and a blue dress, timidly watching me from behind the tree. As soon as I made direct eye contact with her, she vanished. I got goose bumps all over! I made my way over to the area, did some searching and found the grave of a little girl. I can't remember her name, but she was 12 years old when she died. I went by there and left some flowers for her, to let her know that she hasn't been forgotten.

[Captain Kundalini]

Friday, October 31, 2003
While I was in Los Angeles in October of 2003, beginning my celebrity grave hunting adventures at the famous Hollywood Forever Cemetery, I had a rather strange experience. As I was walking toward the Abbey Of The Psalms Mausoleum, a feeling of dread came over me. I could think of no idea why I should feel so affraid, but as I got closer to it, the feeling grew. It got to the point where I was forcing myself to go forward. I don't know how far away from it I was when I finally stopped, but one thing was for sure, I could not continue and would not approach any further. I also actually felt a sudden need to go to the bathroom (which I found in the Office, thanks to Annette Lloyd). In all the other parts of the cemetery, I felt nothing but peace among the stillness of the graves and tombs, but for some strange reason, the AotP was different. At first, I couldn't figure out why, but then I felt that there was definitely something wrong about the place. I felt the need to try and get closer and as I did, I felt the presence of something there, the presence of something that shouldn't have been there at all. A mausoleum is supposed to be part of sacred ground, but I felt nothing sacred about this place. My theory is that somehow, a Gate or Door exists there, a Gate or Door to a place dark, cold and foreboding. A place of evil. And I think that it is through this Gateway or Door that something enters our world, something that has no business being here.

[Captain Kundalini]

After spending a weekend in Roswell, NM in October of 2004, I decided to drive back home.
I'd had trouble sleeping that night, so early in the morning, I got up, packed and checked out.
As I was driving through the desert on that chilly morning at about 4:30AM, I was worrying about my loss of sleep aad how it would impact my drive back home. Fear of impact is what kept me awake as long as it did.
There was nothing but desert all around me and the lone highway behinn and ahead of me.
Suddenly, the car was filled with the scent of fresh roses.
I was so astonished that I tried to find out where the smell was coming from.
I could find no source. I tried to explain it away by saying to myself that someone had tried to get into my car with a strong perfume of roses, but then I realized that I had the keys at all times so that was impossible.
I think the scent of roses stayed with me for about 10 minutes and then it slowly faded away.
My hypothesis is that while I was driving, I somehow picked up a Spiritual Hitch-hiker and protector who was watching over me as I drove back home.

[Captain Kundalini]

To be continued....

[Red Hot]

A few days after my mom died, I went upstairs into the guest room where I lived and the entire room smelled of flowers as one would smell at a funeral home, during a wake. I have no idea why this happened.

I can't wait to read more of your posts!!