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Yea spirits are real, some people say they even blend in around folks during halloween. If you are still celebrating that pagan holiday, wearing costumes and whatnot, too bad.

Maybe the biggest "paranormal" mystery is the one we overlook everyday, us. What is this thing that is conscious? Me, the person, Czharcus, is being perceived by something no one can ever touch or locate and it's been with me my whole life, quietly watching the person change. What the fuck is that? Everything appears before it, our identities, experiences, emotions, thoughts, etc. Are ghosts real? Nigga, you ARE a ghost. LOL

This is my favorite time of the year lol I think I'm on the fence about what I believe when it comes to spirits and ghosts. I think if they are real, they don't show up as clearly as they do in the movies though.

I believe in Ghost AND Tommy!

Jay said:

You still believe in Obama.

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Czharcus said:

Maybe the biggest "paranormal" mystery is the one we overlook everyday, us. What is this thing that is conscious? Me, the person, Czharcus, is being perceived by something no one can ever touch or locate and it's been with me my whole life, quietly watching the person change. What the fuck is that? Everything appears before it, our identities, experiences, emotions, thoughts, etc. Are ghosts real? Nigga, you ARE a ghost. LOL

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How are you when you’re high?

I believe in demons. Anything you can see on this planet that isn't in the physical realm is a demon, to me at least. I don't want anything to do with them. I have seen some "familiar spirits" and have been attacked before. Not a fun time. Was sleeping at a friend's house and was being pulled out of the bed by this big cloaked figure. I managed to fall back asleep after a few hours. The foot he was pulled was bruised when I woke up the next day. Scariest experience of my life. I still remember feeling the fear cripple me.

Troy said:

How are you when you’re high?

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I'm pretty chill. That's the typical response because the answers seem so obvious. Where is that thing that is conscious? That thing that animates the body. Point to it in an x-ray. Explain how it works, how it connects to the brain, etc.. The answers are so "obvious" nobody knows what they are.

Mos def believe in spirits I've had too many encounters. I don't think it's anything to be concerned about everything about this existence is strange.

Czharcus said:

I'm pretty chill. That's the typical response because the answers seem so obvious. Where is that thing that is conscious? That thing that animates the body. Point to it in an x-ray. Explain how it works, how it connects to the brain, etc.. The answers are so "obvious" nobody knows what they are.

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It's like a computer trying to understand what it is from the viewpoint of a human. Not going to happen unless the human explains it to the computer.

Nah.

Most of that shyt is crazy but there are some things i cant explain like i heard of a woman whos baby was in danger and she lifted a car to save her. Flight and fight response i heard gives boosts of superpowers but who knows whats real anymore it could have just as easily been staged.

Twice in my life I had to deal with them.

The first time, I believe I made contact with a child. The reason I think it was a child is if you look at the door knobs in most houses, that entity was about that height. I was scared because I don't know what that "person" wanted or why they were there.

My father is an engineer and I am too, but totally different fields. Anyhow, we used to play darts just to pass the time. We had a nice dartboard and everything. My mind led me to make a homemade dart gun, just because. Long story short, it was about 2 or 3 in the morning and I felt a hand on my foot as I slept. That didn't bother me because my mother used to check up on me because I had asthma really bad. The hand got heavier. So, I said, "I'm OK mom." The hand stayed there. I sat up and asked her for water. I saw a person that looked like they were made of white smoke. As I focused, this little person looked at me and moved its hand from my foot. The person slowly backed up and entered into my closet. I was cold with fear. I put the covers over my head. I heard rumblings in my closet. I looked up and they were standing in the doorway of my closet. I pulled the blanket over my head again and listened. Nothing. I peeked out from the covers and this person was about halfway from the closet to my bead. I grabbed my dart gun from the nightstand and I fired of a dart. It went straight through him and he stood there. His mannerisms were strange after that. His body crouched like a person that was trying to sneaking up on me. I saw him and he saw me. So, I decided that I'm just going to fight him. So, I got my nerve up and jumped out of my bed ready to beat somebody like a country grass fire.
This entity turned bitch and ran back into my closet and I wanted to go in there with him. I went to the closet and I saw something that I still do not understand, even today. My grandmother was there with her finger to her lips, like when you shush someone. My anger quickly subsided when I saw granny. My granny and I had a close bond. Keeping in mind she had been dead about five years at this time. And then she disappeared.