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 Members Present: Jenny M., Lisa M., Keith C and Bobby. We all met at a resturaunt for dinner and one of us brought a friend along named Bobby. As we were all talking and getting to know each other better, we began to tell stories of experiences we've had with the paranormal. I decided to mention a situation I've delt with recently, and this is what started the begining of an experience we will never forget.
I had been told that a friend of the family, James, happened to be burried in a cemetery not too far from our new home. I contacted one of his family members to get the name and address of the cemetery he was in and I didn't get very far. I called the same house later that evening when another family member would be home from work, and again, I didn't get very far. I was then directed to his father who lived in the area, so I gave him a call. He told me where the cemetery was and the name. We decided to wait until the snow melted more to meet for the exact location of his headstone (considering the cemetery doesn't contain any above ground headstones). I was pretty upset after realizing that some of his closest family members didn't even know the name or street of the cemetery he was in. So, as I always do when I feel the need to talk to someone, I called my mom. While explaining to her what had been going on, I felt sick to my stomach. I had to hang up the phone in order to make to the bathroom in time to get sick in the toilet. A couple of days later I noticed that my 3 year old daughter was coloring with her soap crayons in the tub again. What really cought my eye was the name "James" written in cursive on the shower wall. Trying to make sense of this, I called it coincidence. After thinking about what was on the wall and getting very impatient, my friend and I went to take a look around the cemetery any way. We search for hours until it started getting dark and decided to call it a night, still not knowing where he was.
After telling this story at the resturaunt early spring, Bobby asked if the cemetery was near by. I told him it wasn't too far, and he said that we should all go there after finishing dinner because he felt he may be able to find him. Following each other in two seperate vehicles, we pulled into the cemetry. Not knowing where to go, we pulled to the side to see what Bobby thought. He asked how long ago James passed and I thought it had been 7 years or so, but I wasn't exactly sure. Bobby waved his hand and instructed us to follow him. After going straight and making a right turn, he felt the need to stop the cars. We started walking off to the right side of the road through the cemetery. It was kind of funny because the area we were all in, is where prior to this my friend and I noticed a couple of headstones with the same last name we were searching for.
We mentioned this to Bobby and he wondered if James had a headstone yet. It could be that those were family members of James and he was near by without a headstone. We continued to walk around and Bobby asked us to stop and try thinking of something he walked by that was on the ground. One of us thought of a peice of dog pooh (may sound funny, but just wait). Two others thought of easter decorations. Bobby told us it was a pine cone. Realizing the shape and color of what he was expecting, it seemed odd that one of us pictured pooh. It's also weird because one of the other members thought pine cone first before saying easter decoration. Searching for a headstone that Bobby saw earlier with a funny name, I walked to where I thought it was mentioned. The headstone I looked down at, was the one I was searching for all along. I found James! It was such a relieving feeling knowing where he was and that he was visited by others (there were two sets of artificial flowers above his headstone). Surrounding him were the headstones of his family members. Starting to return to our cars, we saw the pine cone Bobby was thinking of (it was a decoration that you stick in the ground but it was lying flat inbetween headstones). It just so happens that the stick of the pine cone decoration was pointing directly at James' headstone...weird.
We returned to our cars and talked for a moment when Bobby began to smell roses. After a moment the rest of us could smell it too. Then it turned into a new tent/plastic odor. Following that we could smell cotton candy, and then an oil smell appeared (like in a machine shop), all within just minutes. While two of us were discussing cold sensations on the palms of our hands, Bobby took the other a few steps away to see if they could see anything down the other direction. He then asked the other two to join them in looking. I myself was looking for a misty body or something crazy, and the only thing I saw in the distance was a tiny white flash (similar to a lightning bug). Bobby asked if we saw it too, and everyone replied yes. Then it flashed again to the left (still in the distance). Bobby asked if we saw it move to the left, and each of us did. He then stated that it was comming closer to us, but none of us saw it, that is until it flashed near the pine tree that was right in front of us and it disappeared again (at this point I realized that it was a spirit orb that we were seeing in action with our naked eyes). We all saw it one more time fly near the top of the pine tree that was in front of us and disappear shooting towards the sky. We we all amazed at what was going on and when it was all over with, Bobby said that what we saw...was Jim (James). He (Jim) wanted to say thank you for caring...and now he may leave. I was overwhelmed, excited, almost speechless. All I could say to Bobby and his friend was "Thank you, thank you so much" and I passed out hugs. On the way home I called my mom, once again, to tell her of our experience. Before I could say a word, I broke out in tears and cried durring our entire conversation. Once we returned back home I was informed that one of the other members that were there, as well as Bobby whom pointed to it as it was flying, witnessed the orb fly around the back of my head before shooting off into the sky. To me, that was Jim's (James) way of giving me a hug before leaving. I tell you what, I will never think of things the same way again. My life has changed from this day, and it will never be the same again. All of us that were there were touched in one way or another, and we all feel that we shared something that was amazing.
SPECIAL THANKS TO OUR NEW FRIEND BOBBY! |
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