Spiritual Diary

Spirit on the Bridge

Many years ago, during my teenage youth, I had repeated encounters with an entity near a small town where I lived. One night after dropping off my date around midnight, I was driving along a fairly deserted roadway on my way home. I was very familiar with the road and had traveled it many times in the past. At a certain point in the road, a small bridge crosses over a canal and next to the canal was an old, unkept cemetery.

That particular evening, as I approached the bridge, I noticed a man sitting on the railing with his back to the road and his legs bent at the knee, like one would sit on a fence. He had on dark pants, a white or light tan shirt with blousy sleeves, and a flat short-billed cap. I figured he was a vagrant or some homeless person, because there was no reason anyone would be out in such a remote spot, by themselves at that time of night. As my car got closer to the bridge, the man was gone.

I told myself it may have been an odd reflection from my headlights that made it all appear to be a man as I tried to justify his disappearance --- all the while, believing that I had seen something very unusual. A week or so later, once again after midnight, I was in my car driving the same road and approaching the bridge. And, there to my pleasant surprise was the man I had seen before. This time I paid more attention to him as I approached, noticing that he did not have a solid form and appeared semi-transparent. Then, he was gone again.

Over the course of several months, I saw the man about 10-12 times, always in the exact same spot and in the same sitting position (leaning forward with his elbows resting on his thighs), and always around or after midnight. Each time, as I got within a few feet of him, he would disappear. I felt no fear or apprehension during any of the sightings and became fascinated by his reoccurring presence. One evening, as I approached the bridge, I decided to stop the car and try to go to him on foot. This time, he changed his position and actually sat up straight as I was within a few feet of him, then once again, he vanished. I have never seen him since.

The apparition that I saw so many years ago allowed me to see it repeatedly and even moved during my last sighting, so that I knew it was not my imagination, or a reflection from my headlights, or some other explainable event. Since that time, I have been completely convinced that a spirit world does truly exist and that I have been fortunate to have encountered it.

B.H.

Florida

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EDITOR'S NOTE: A friend of mine went onto our web page and enjoyed the photos and the Spiritual Diary so much that he wanted to share one of his own stories. He was in possession of a photo, which he sent me, but I do not have the permission of the photographer, or people involved, to publish it, but at least I saw it and have it in my files. The photo is of a thirty-year high school class reunion.

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Photo Omen

At the end of the class reunion festivities, the former classmates were arranged very orderly into three rows for a group picture. It was a happy crowd, except for the fact that thirty years has altered the way they looked for their last class photo! Finally the picture was taken, and the photographer told them that it would be about a week before the prints would be ready. With the reunion over, they each said their good-byes and left.

The very next morning, one of the male members of the former class was stricken with a massive heart attack and died. The individual had no previous history of illness or of heart problems, but in less than twenty-four hours of having his last photo taken with his friends, he was dead.

About a week after the funeral, the group picture of the class reunion arrived in the mail for all of those who had signed up to receive one. The photo captured all of the smiling faces, posed and trying to look younger. It was a perfect photograph, except for one former student standing on the back row.

For some strange reason there is a dark shadow beside his head and even more noticeable, a yellow-white glow encircled his head from one shoulder, up and over the head, and down to the other shoulder. On the very top of his head was a bright area of light, brighter than any other light around him or anywhere in the picture. There are no shadows or unusual lighting effects on the two male students standing on either side of him. Of all the students in the picture, why would an uncanny aura surround the head of the only one that would die just a few hours later ????

F.J. Georgia

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Footprints in the barn

I live in a small village in Wales. Some time ago, workmen were converting the barn next door to our old house. They had to dig a long way down to reach a solid foundation as there used to be a pond on the site where the villagers would get their water. Anyway, down into their dig, they found a child's pair of shoes that had been preserved amongst the peat. They must have been about 3 to 4 inches long. They thought no more of it but kept the shoes safe. When the concrete foundations were laid, the workmen finished about six in the evening and locked all the windows and doors so that no one would walk over the wet cement. The next morning they found a small child's footprints leading from the door to the area where they found the shoes. No one could have gotten into the building! The footprints were of a small bare-foot child. When they smoothed over the cement from the first indentations, they kept reoccurring. So they decided to bury the shoes under the smooth floor finish. Guess what! They stopped. I guess he or she wanted their shoes back.

I.W.

Wales

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Sounds of shattering glass

I am 81 years old and have always had a strong religious faith and believed that our spirit continues after our body dies. In my younger days, I lost my husband to a tragic accident, leaving me alone with a 13 year old son and a 4 year old son. Approximately two weeks after my husband's funeral, a very bizarre event occurred in my home. We lived in a small, three bedroom house. My oldest son was asleep in the bedroom in the center of the house; I was asleep in a bedroom on one end of the house; and, my youngest son was asleep in his bedroom on the opposite end of the house. A common hallway connect all three bedrooms. At approximately 3:00am, a loud crash was heard in the kitchen. It was the sound of a very large glass jar being dropped onto the kitchen floor. When I first opened my eyes, I had the thought that the kitchen cabinet, which held all of the dishes, had come off the wall. I arose from my bed and headed to the hallway where I found my two sons emerging from their bedrooms also. They too had been awakened by the loud crashing noise in the kitchen. We all described the noise as a very loud sound of glass breaking, so we proceeded very slowing, turning on all of the lights, so we could see where to step in order to avoid the glass. To our shock, we did not find one thing broken anywhere in the house. We searched the entire house for several hours, looking even inside cabinets and closets, but to no avail. Nothing in the house had broken and yet, something had awakened each of us from a sound sleep, in three different parts of the house. To this day I believe that my husband was trying to let us know that he was in our presence.

M.L.E.

Georgia

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Weekend Guest

Recently, a long time friend came to visit our home over the weekend. He was due to arrive in the afternoon and during the morning, my husband had taken a nap in our den, while I was in a room down the hall. As I got up to walk out of the room I noticed a shadow, which I thought to be my husband, go into our guest bedroom. I went in calling his name, but quickly discovered that he was still taking a nap. The incident was discussed, but dismissed as we prepared for my friend's arrival.

My friend arrived and stayed for 2 nights, during which time we discussed our active pursuit of spiritual photographs and the spiritual world. As he was leaving, to return home, my husband showed him our Trifield meter, which we use to identify changes in electromagnetic energy in a particular area. When he turned it on to show my friend, the meter went all the way to a full indication of some disturbance. We laughed about it, told him goodbye, but then went back into the room to find out why the meter had acted so strangely. The meter gave us a very strong reading around the bed and my husband noticed that he was beginning to get a faint glimpse of the image of a woman standing in the distance. He described her skin texture, hair color, body build, and a strange smile on her face. He then changed his position to the other side of the room, and could clearly see that she was now lying on the bed on her left side with her head resting on her hand and her elbow on the bed. He then described a dark image laying next to her but specific details of either body could not clearly be made out. He described the darker image as only residual energy, probably left by my friend, but the woman was clearly in a spiritual form. These images bothered us greatly, to the point that we decided to contact my friend when he arrived home. My husband described the image of the woman, without telling him any information as to why he would be doing so. He then asked my friend if he had ever known anyone to fit such a description. My friend immediately replied, "Of course".

My husband then explained to my friend that the woman must be deceased. My friend stated, "she is". My friend was very unconcerned about the whole matter while my husband and I were in shock. My friend then informed us that the woman was his soul mate, that he spoke to every day and that she had been a very close friend up until the time she was killed in an automobile accident 12 years ago. He volunteered to send us a photograph of her, and when it arrived, one of the photos, taken as a side view did not match my husband's image very well, however, a frontal view left no doubt that my friend's soul mate had been with us as a weekend guest.

V.E.

Florida

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Message from Dad

My dad died 43 years ago when I was a young teenager. In the last several years, I have done a lot of studying and research into the possible existance of an afterlife and of spirits. My studies have taken me down many paths which have proven to me, beyond a doubt, that a spiritual world does exist. The more familiar I became with spiritual concepts, the closer I began to feel to my dad, and amazingly, my wife began to have very strange feelings that my dad was present with us, even though she never saw him, and in fact, never even knew him.

In the last 2 years, some very serious family matters have arisen which gave us cause to search deeply for some answers. It was during this time that my wife had her first experience in communicating with my dad. As strange as it seemed to me, I could feel his thoughts, but she was the one that could experience his emotions, as if they were her own. On several occasions, he would contact her and she would display verbal and visible emotion of his feelings at the time, and many of the thoughts would come through to me so that I could understand exactly what he was trying to communicate to us. It was really a strange phenomenon that we both enjoyed, but at the same time, felt an enormous strain on our own emotional well being.

One evening, my wife felt compelled to sit quietly and meditate, as she felt that my dad was trying to contact her again. As we sat silently on our living room floor, she began to sway back and forth. She was awake and not in any trance-like condition, and was telling me to watch her as she moved back and forth from the waist up. At first, it frightened her because she was not making any of the movements on her own, but felt that she was being "rocked" back and forth by some unseen hand. I sat quietly watching her very definite rythmic movement. Again, she asked me if I was watching her "rock back and forth". As she spoke those words, I immediately understood the message that was being sent.

There had been a very close family member who, as a small baby, would rock himself to sleep by tossing back and forth in his crib. It was so unsual,and many family members had observed him doing this before his going to sleep. My wife, however, knew nothing of this and had never heard the stories regarding this activity, as it had occurred so many years prior to our meeting. The rythm of her movement and her description of "rocking back and forth" were a clear signal that my dad was deeply concerned about this individual. It was confirmed that his concerns were accurate. As my wife was being physically controlled, I was being mentally informed of my dad's deepest emotional concern and being directed to contact my relative as soon as possible.

It would be inappropriate to go into personal details at this point, but it has proven to both my wife and me that not only is there a spiritual world, but that our spiritual relatives are within easy reach of our earthly existence and will make contact with us if we are willing to listen and be receptive to understanding what they have to say. These several experiences with my dad, which have also included smells of his pipe tobacco in our home (neither of us smoke), have dramatically changed the lives of me and my wife.

F.A.E.

Florida

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