Have you ever experienced any paranormal activity?

Have you ever experienced any paranormal activity?


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here is an old ghost story experienced by carl jung the famed psychologist.

In the summer of 1920, Jung was invited by a man he called "Dr. X" to give some lectures in London. His friend found him a place to stay during his weekends off--a cottage in the peaceful Buckinghamshire countryside. "Dr. X" did not have an easy time finding Jung lodgings, as it was so close to the summer holidays that most desirable places had already been let. Then, at the last moment, he was lucky enough--or so he thought at the time--to find a charming old farmhouse at an astonishingly low price. "X" hired a cook and charwoman, and all was set.

When Jung first saw the place, he was delighted. It was a spacious two-story house with a conservatory, kitchen, dining-room, and drawing-room. The bedroom set aside for Jung was so roomy, it took up an entire wing of the house. Jung's first night there was uneventful.

On the following night, he retired at 11 p.m. Although he had been tired, he found that once he was in bed, he was having a hard time getting to sleep. Instead, he fell into a "kind of torpor" that was extremely unpleasant. Also, the room seemed strangely stuffy, with an "indefinable, nasty smell." This was odd, as both bedroom windows were wide open to let in the warm, pleasant summer air. Jung remained in this uneasy trance-like state until dawn, when the feeling suddenly passed. He found himself able to sleep peacefully until 9 a.m.

That evening, Jung told "Dr. X" of his bad night. The doctor prescribed drinking a bottle of beer before bed.

In spite of this sage advice, Jung's night was a replica of the one before: paralyzing torpor, inexplicably stale air, a sickening smell that he could not identify...until he recalled a patient he had years before, an old woman dying of an open carcinoma. He realized that her hospital room had that same vaguely repulsive odor. "As a psychologist, I wondered what might be the cause of this peculiar olfactory hallucination. But I was unable to discover any convincing connection between it and my present state of consciousness."

Then Jung noticed a fresh bit of weirdness: the sound of dripping water. It was like a leaking tap...except there was no running water in his room. Rain? But the day had been clear and sunny. He managed to shake his lethargy enough to light a candle. He saw no water on the floor, and the ceiling was dry. He looked outside at the cloudless sky.

He continued to hear dripping sounds. They seemed to emanate from a place on the floor about eighteen inches from the chest of drawers. Then the sounds abruptly stopped. Again, he was unable to sleep until the first light of dawn, when he fell into a deep slumber.

It was not exactly the relaxing weekend in the country he had bargained for.

Jung spent the work week in London, where he was too busy to think of the curious events of the past weekend. Late Friday, he returned to the cottage expecting all to be normal.

However, as soon as he retired to bed, the events of the previous weekend made an encore appearance: torpor, disgusting smells, dripping water, the whole package. Only this time, even creepier elements arose. Jung heard something brushing along the walls. The furniture began creaking. There were ominous rustling noises in the corners. When he lit a candle, the noises and smells disappeared, but the moment he returned the room to darkness, the creepy phenomena immediately returned, not leaving until the first light of day. The next night, the same sensations returned, in an intensified form.

It was at this point that Jung acknowledged that something seriously weird was going on. Unfortunately, he had no idea what it might be.

On the third night, he was greeted by loud knocking noises, as if some animal was running frantically around the room. By the following weekend, he was hearing "a fearful racket, like the roaring of a storm...Sounds of knocking came also from outside in the form of dull blows, as though somebody were banging on the brick walls with a muffled hammer."

On his fourth weekend at the cottage, he delicately hinted to his host that perhaps the reason such an outwardly desirable residence was let for such a ridiculously low price was because the place was haunted. "Dr. X," a solid materialist, scoffed at such superstitions...although it was curious how the two village girls they had hired to cook their meals and clean the cottage always insisted on leaving well before sundown. When Jung ventured to joke to the cook about how she must be afraid of him, the girl laughed. She was not the least bit nervous about him and "Dr. X.," she assured him, but there was nothing that would induce her to be alone in this cottage, particularly at night.

"What's the matter with it?" Jung asked.

"Why, it's haunted, didn't you know?" she replied. "That's the reason why it was going so cheap. Nobody's ever stuck it here." She knew no reason for the cottage's sinister reputation. It just had an evil air to it for as long as she could remember.

Jung was now determined to get to the bottom of the haunting. He persuaded the still-skeptical "Dr. X" to help him make a thorough search of the cottage. Nothing unusual was found until the two men examined the attic. They found a dividing wall between the two wings of the house. In it was a door, clearly newer than the rest of the old cottage,with a heavy lock and bolts that shut off the wing where the men were living from the unoccupied part.

This made no sense. On the ground floor and the first floor, the two wings were able to freely communicate with each other. There were no rooms in the attic to shut off. Why was this door put in?

Jung's fifth weekend at the cottage was the worst of all. After enduring the now-routine nighttime sluggishness, mustiness, smells, rustlings, and creakings, he heard something new: the sound of loud blows against the walls. He got the sudden sense of someone standing very near him. He opened his eyes, and immediately wished he hadn't. Next to him on the pillow was the head of an old woman, her right eye glaring at him. Or, rather, part of a head. The left half of her face was missing.

Jung leaped out of bed. He spent the rest of the night in an armchair, making sure his candle remained lit. When morning came, he insisted--rather late in the story, I would think--on sleeping in another room. In his new bedroom, he slept soundly and utterly undisturbed.

Jung began to get irritated at "Dr. X's" continued calm skepticism about his experiences. He dared his friend to spend a night in the haunted room. "X" smilingly agreed. He even volunteered to spend the weekend alone in the cottage, in order to give Jung a "fair chance."

Ten days later, Jung received a letter from "Dr. X." As agreed, he had spent a solitary weekend in the cottage. His first night there was spent in the conservatory--he figured that if the cottage boasted a ghost, the spirit could manifest itself anywhere. As soon as he fell asleep, he was awakened by the sound of footsteps in the corridor. He instantly lit a candle and flung open the door, but he saw nothing. Silently cursing Jung for being a superstitious fool, he went back to bed.

As soon as he settled down, the footsteps returned. They stopped right in front of his closed and barricaded door. He heard creaking sounds, as if someone in the hallway was pushing against the door. "Dr. X" retreated to the garden, where he was able to sleep in peace.

"X" informed Jung that he had given up the cottage.

His friend's report gave Jung "considerable satisfaction after my colleague had laughed so loudly at my fear of ghosts." A short while later, Jung heard that the cottage had been demolished, as the owner was finding it impossible to sell or rent out the place.

The best explanation Jung could offer for his eerie experiences was that he experienced a sort of "subliminal intuition," that "my presence in the room gradually activated something that was somehow connected with the walls...If the olfactory organ in man were not so hopelessly degenerate, but as highly developed as a dog's, I would have undoubtedly have had a clearer idea of the persons who had lived in the room earlier.

"Primitive medicine-men can not only smell out a thief, they also 'smell' spirits and ghosts." Perhaps, Jung mused, the sickening odor of the room embodied "a psychic situation of an excitatory nature and carried it across the the percipient." "This hypothesis naturally does not pretend to explain all ghost phenomena, but at most a certain category of them...Our unconscious, which possesses very much more subtle powers of perception and reconstruction than our conscious minds, could do the same thing and project a visionary picture of the psychic situation that excited it."

Jung concluded, "These remarks are only meant to show that parapychology would do well to take account of the modern psychology of the unconscious."
 
in a neighborhood i used to live in we used to go for a walk every night with our dog around the block. often when coming down a certain street at night we would see someone ducking behind a car or a tree. the first time it happened we saw someone duck behind a car. as we approached the car it seemed to us like someone was going to try to mug us as the only probable explanation. being young and dumb rather than turning around and going the other way i leapt towards and behind the car but no one was there. this happened a few more times and then we started to see people go behind trees also and then disappear.


over a few years this became so common for us that there was no fear or even much of a curiosity around investigating the car or tree or bush that was in question. it just became a natural part of our walk around the block. its also strange that there was/is nothing special about the neighborhood. it was not old or anything and was about as cookie cutter as you can find in american suburbia.

once when drifting off to sleep while thinking about this phenomenon i had a sudden intuition as a possible explanation. i dreamed/intuited that these beings could enter into any object and exit out of any similar object as if there was a dimension where things were oriented by "kind" father than place. these spirits could access that dimension... a kind of sub space that is non local and yet has access to all physical reality. according to this intuition one could enter a tree in vermont and exit a tree in canada for instance.

but this was just an intuition obviously but it really struck me and i have often considered it ever since.
 
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I read it, I still don't know what to think. I know there is evil everywhere, what I don't know about is if there is a creature called the devil, I think that's silly, especially for a psychologist to claim he saw. With all the billions of people on earth, his likeliehood of running across a couple that were possessed by satan himself seem remote.

I would way more easily believe that there are just plain evil/dark/life denying energies and individual spirits who roam about and influence us, I'd believe that way before I'd think Peck met the devil.

I have witnessed "possession" when I lived with the preacher. I later came to believe that it was the girl regressing into a traumatic molestation scene which was trapped in her mind, not some demons, but I still cannot explain how the girl knew things like "there are more records in the house" (they burned all secular records and then they dug out mine and burned them all, how did she know that I had a collections? She didn't live there at first) Also, there was the pungent smell of sulfur which is always associated with hell. When the pastor suggested I might be possessed, I kinda freaked because I didn't want anyone praying over me like they did this girl, however, on a couple occasions I was many, many miles away and I could smell that same sulfur smell, it really effected me. I still don't know what to make of it all and yes, I do believe that evil spirits influence us, it's the only way I can make sense of the monstrous stuff human beings do.

I also think we have to look at other answers first, as in this girls case, I really do think she was going into a trance/regression state of being molested, just the way she was moving like someone was having sex with her. Either way, it was unsettling to say the least and when asked how many demons were in her she replied "legions" and "666". I really wish I could ask this woman today what she thinks of it all in retrospect.

Yeah, I don’t think the devil is some creature that religious people like to portray, but more of a primordial archetypal within the collective unconsciousness. It has existed before human consciousness.

If a person is not living a life that generates higher and lighter frequencies or if they have unresolved trauma, during times of distress or illness, the vulnerability creates portals for heavy dark energy entities to enter and reside within the body.

@Stump makes a valid point, that the body’s psychosomatic response could create physical distortions, but in such cases there is always an appearance of a sub personality that overrides the primary personality. That’s the thing that freaks people out.

 
I read it, I still don't know what to think. I know there is evil everywhere, what I don't know about is if there is a creature called the devil, I think that's silly, especially for a psychologist to claim he saw. With all the billions of people on earth, his likeliehood of running across a couple that were possessed by satan himself seem remote.

I would way more easily believe that there are just plain evil/dark/life denying energies and individual spirits who roam about and influence us, I'd believe that way before I'd think Peck met the devil.

I have witnessed "possession" when I lived with the preacher. I later came to believe that it was the girl regressing into a traumatic molestation scene which was trapped in her mind, not some demons, but I still cannot explain how the girl knew things like "there are more records in the house" (they burned all secular records and then they dug out mine and burned them all, how did she know that I had a collections? She didn't live there at first) Also, there was the pungent smell of sulfur which is always associated with hell. When the pastor suggested I might be possessed, I kinda freaked because I didn't want anyone praying over me like they did this girl, however, on a couple occasions I was many, many miles away and I could smell that same sulfur smell, it really effected me. I still don't know what to make of it all and yes, I do believe that evil spirits influence us, it's the only way I can make sense of the monstrous stuff human beings do.

I also think we have to look at other answers first, as in this girls case, I really do think she was going into a trance/regression state of being molested, just the way she was moving like someone was having sex with her. Either way, it was unsettling to say the least and when asked how many demons were in her she replied "legions" and "666". I really wish I could ask this woman today what she thinks of it all in retrospect.


i used to think the idea of a the devil was kind of outdated also but i guess not really anymore. the first reason is because jesus spoke of the devil as a particular entity and jesus seemed privy to the spiritual dimension in a way that most people certainly are not. he also defined the devil in a new way in a major break from Jewish thought so i think he meant what he said and i give that credence. breaking from jewish tradition is not something jesus did lightly imo so i think he had a reason to do so.

but also i see no reason to think demonic activity is unorganized and only chaotic and so it would seem reasonable to me (if the presence of evil and evil beings are conceded) that there was a particularly intelligent and charismatic demonic entity called Lucifer, the light bearer who would sort of rise to the top. i dont know if you have ever read the screwtape letters from cs lewis but his accounts suggest not only organization but mentorship within the demonic world.

but these are just thoughts and i dont know.

that was a hell of an account you shared man..... wow..... that is something ive never experienced that is for sure.
 
I don't think there are ghosts as in "Oh ya, my dead grandma visits me" or "The person who was killed in that house can still be seen wandering the halls".

But I 100% believe in the spirit realm. I believe their are angels and demons or whatever you want to call them. I don't think they do stupid stuff like slam a door or move a plate from one end of the room to the other just to freak people out.

I do believe there is spiritual warfare that goes on for sure. Good and evil spirits can battle over humans or work in humans to try to corrupt or protect them.
 
I do believe there is spiritual warfare that goes on for sure. Good and evil spirits can battle over humans or work in humans to try to corrupt or protect them.

Whose version of good an evil though?

Good and evil are man made concepts and the definitions of them are are fluid, changing over time and across societies.
 
I don't think there are ghosts as in "Oh ya, my dead grandma visits me" or "The person who was killed in that house can still be seen wandering the halls".

But I 100% believe in the spirit realm. I believe their are angels and demons or whatever you want to call them. I don't think they do stupid stuff like slam a door or move a plate from one end of the room to the other just to freak people out.

I do believe there is spiritual warfare that goes on for sure. Good and evil spirits can battle over humans or work in humans to try to corrupt or protect them.

 
Whose version of good an evil though?

Good and evil are man made concepts and the definitions of them are are fluid, changing over time and across societies.

It’s a valid question. The road to hell is paved with good intentions.

Any ideas?
 
I've always been a skeptic when it comes to hearing creaks in the night and things like that. However I have had a few events I could not explain. One of them was when I was living with my parents. Our house was built around the 30's on a nursery. I was 17 at the time and dating a girl who told me her aunt was a clairvoyant and would talk to spirits and such. Didn't think much of it but one day we were alone at my house in my bedroom.

We heard what sounded like something rolled off a counter and landed on the hardwood floor in the kitchen. We went to check it out and as we were walking to the kitchen my entire body felt this electrical charge that felt like I was about to get shocked by static or something. Right when we entered the kitchen my gf kind of shrieked and grabbed her ankle and said that something touched her. Immediately after that we heard a huge crash in my basement. We went downstairs and found a big tub that had christmas decorations had been thrown halfway across the room. These tubs sit on a large shelf and are not even close to the edge of it to fall off. Couldn't explain any of that.

I also had probably atleast 8-9 dreams where I would go in my basement and leave a piece of paper and pencil on a table we had down there. I would go back upstairs and return later to find writing on it every time. Seemed like something was trying to connect with me but I never dared to actually leave a piece of paper and pencil downstairs.
 
A long time ago, when I was a younger warrior, I took what felt like a rather large poop. I turned around to witness its greatness, as any man would. And absolutely nothing was there.

Empty toilet bowl.

I still think about it from time to time
 
No, not outside of whiskey, vodka etc

Spirit
  1. A force or principle believed to animate humans and often to endure after departing from the body of a person at death; the soul.
If you take that definition, couldn’t someone’s reputation be of a spiritual nature? It is an intangible thought form, if it is positive or negative it can influence our physical, emotional, and mental well being, and it can precede us and endure after we are gone, so it has a life of it’s own.

If someone’s reputation is not a characteristic of a person’s soul, than what is it?
 
Spirit
  1. A force or principle believed to animate humans and often to endure after departing from the body of a person at death; the soul.
If you take that definition, couldn’t someone’s reputation be of a spiritual nature? It is an intangible thought form, if it is positive or negative it can influence our physical, emotional, and mental well being, and it can precede us and endure after we are gone, so it has a life of it’s own.

If someone’s reputation is not a characteristic of a person’s soul, than what is it?

Sure, I'm happy to accept that definition of it, provided we can agree that "spirit" is just a collective memory of a person, rather than some supernatural remenant of them?
 
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just watched that last week, probably the only keanu performance where I thought he did a good job as an actor. Also, incidentally, the man there, eddie barsul or whatever in real life turned out to be a child molestor who's career was ended by it a few years later. He always played such likeable characters (amadeus,beetlejuice) too.
 
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