Another story for ya - "I was 7 or 8 years old and watching TV in the living room of my North Carolina home when a small green troll-like creature came through a door that materialized across the room from me. I remember it saying something but cannot remember what. I was instantly frightened and began to scream. My sister came running in the room and as she turned to look at where I was pointing it stepped back through the door and the door dematerialized. Now I will describe the creature. It was short, about 3 feet tall, had green skin, was bald, had long rabbit like ears, long arms, and walked with a cane. For anyone who has ever seen the movie Star Wars the creature looked like an evil Yoda." (from here)
Pets who are in complete vibrational resonance with their owners, or, winners of the "People who look like their dogs" contest. (a funny to balance out the spooky *grin*) (link via Metafilter)
Been reading a lot of ghost stories about doors that fly open on their own and I wonder. I have out-of-body experiences occasionally and I remember one very vividly. I was at this house (that I didn't know of in waking reality) and having a grand time playing with sticking my hand through the wall - *grin* - I could feel all the layers of walling as different "textures". Then, next, I went to the front door and wanted to go out, but I couldn't seem to get through, either by going 'through' it or by 'opening' it. I gathered some energy and suddenly I burst through, and the door seemed to pop open. I had the distinct impression that I had popped open a PHYSICAL door as well when I did that. I guess an OBE person could 'haunt' a house rather like a 'ghost' could - ooops!
Ghost Story Du Jour: "Our house is over 250 years old and I could always hear someone walking or running up stairs on the third floor. Another time I heard music and a whole bunch of voices, that were pretty loud, up stairs on the third floor. When I was 14 years old, I had a slumber party and we slept up on the third floor. It was about 1:00 in the morning, we heard someone moving around the room, but we were all in a circle, so it couldn't be one of us girls. so we looked around the room and saw nothing at first. Then I saw a shadow move and then I saw the figure running straight towards me. I got really scared and couldn't move, the figure ran straight through me. I was in shock. That figure turned around and called my name, then disappeared. That night none of us got any sleep. The next night I was having trouble sleeping,I have was still thinking about what happened the night before. I was finally going off to sleep when a shadow moved in my room. The figure was moving right toward me. Then the figure stopped right by my bedside, looking at me. I was scared and didn't do anything. I finally saw the figure, it was a ghost of a teenage boy, looked about 17. He told me to follow him, so I got up and followed him. He lead me up to the third floor and I saw something I could not beleive, It was a slumber party going on, just like mine. But it was all guyz. Then it disappeared, and I realized it was a flashback of something that of the past that happened in the house I live in. I looked up past things that were in the newspaper about my house, and I found an article about a teenager of 17 was murdered in the house I live in now!! It had a picture of the teenager that was murdered there. It was the ghost I saw the night before. I was scared what was going on. I went home and mentioned what I found out about our house to my parents. They didn't really care about that. So I told my friends about it, and they wanted to stay there again, at my house on the third floor. I didn't know what to say, so they stayed the night again. And the same thing happened again as the last time they stayed at my house. I haven't yet figure out what he wants me to see, but he keepes haunting me at night, in my dreams, beckoning me to help him. I'm 15 years old now, and the haunting continues." (from Shadowlands)
A scientific team headed by Dr. Tom Bearden have developed and tested a new Overunity device that produces a Coefficient of Performance of 5. This means that it puts out five times as much power as is fed into it, making up the difference by extracting free energy from the vacuum. Essentially it can be considered as a battery that never runs down. The device is known as a Motionless Electromagnetic Generator, has no moving parts, and is based on magnetic principles that were only able to be utilized when Honeywell produced a new nanocrystalline material which became available last year. (Click here under "What's New" for more info - a .pdf file.)
Today's ghostly story: "In 1971 my parents bought a house in Syracuse, NY. My family was the first to live in this house that were not of the house's bloodline. Among many things that happened to us (doors opening and closing, someone walking up and down the stairs every night) I have see the good and the bad of these spirits. When I was 11 years old I finally got my own room. It was the smallest room of the house, but I loved it, until that night. I woke up at 4:12 am and I heard the most horrible noise. It was like someone being tortured. I couldn't sleep for the rest of the night. I ended up down stairs on the couch. The next night I tried again. And again at 4:12 am I was up. This went on for about two years before I got sick. I found out when I was 14 that I had a very serious case of psoriasis. It may not sound bad but even the doctor I had (and I had many) said that that they had never seen anything like it. This problem made me look like a monster. I was head to toe in it. There were very large patches on my face and back, they were painful. Also it only took a total of three weeks for it to start and grow. I didn't leave the house for months thinking that I looked like a burn victim. I stayed in my room though and every night at 4:12 am I got woken up by the horrible noise. My parents got very worried by my behavior and they wanted to seek help for me. I just wanted to get to a library and find out what was in my room. So it came to me one day to look at the deed. It seems that a young girl about my age was burned, almost to death in my room in 1892. (I obtained this information by the family of the previous owners.) The young girl was in the care of her aunts at the time. They fixed the room after the fire and hid her there like a dirty secret. The girl lived there in that one room for ten years before she committed suicide. I wasn't ready to wait ten years for it to stop. But as it turns out I didn't have to. One night I sat up all night. I just wanted to talk to her and see if I could help. Obviously a girl like that didn't have many friends and now either did I. I knew that she had something to do with me being like that. I needed answers. 4:12 am came and the screaming started like clockwork. I locked my door and left a note for my parents that whatever they hear they were NOT allowed to open the door. I heard her scream and I started to scream with her. Suddenly she stopped. But I kept screaming. I began to beg her to help me and told her that I know how she feels. I stopped screaming and cried the rest of the night. The following morning I returned once again to my doctor. He noticed that the marks on my back were fading and that a very large mark on my forehead had gotten smaller and lost some of it's color. Within three months my skin was as clear as it was before the screaming started. The noises at 4:12 am stopped. I never heard them again. There is only one other thing that was strange about this story. When I looked at the deed I found the girls name, Sarah. The same as mine." (from Shadowlands)
The divide-by-four test for a leap year is modified if the year is divisible by 100 and again if divisible by 400, thus 1900 was not a leap year, 2000 was. The effect of this modification is that the number of days in 400 years is a multiple of seven. It is thus a simple task (for a computer) to examine the days in any 400 year period and observe that the 13th of the month is more likely to fall on a Friday than any other day. Here is the distribution of 13ths for a 400 year period, from 1800 to 5799:
Sun 6870
Mon 6850
Tue 6850
Wed 6870
Thu 6840
Fri 6880
Sat 6840
It's not a huge effect, but the 13th lands on a Friday 23 more times than an even distribution would provide.
The day Friday was named after Frigg (or Frigga), the Norse goddess of marriage. Later she was confused with the goddess of love, Freya, who in turn became identified with Friday. When the Norsemen and Germanic tribes became Christians, Freya was supposed to have been banished to the mountains as a witch. Friday came to be called "witches' Sabbath." For it was believed that on this day, each week, twelve witches and the Devil met - thirteen evil spirits up to no good! This is one of the reasons for today's superstition about Friday the 13th. Ahhh, the web - is there anything you CAN'T find? *grin*
According to Dr. Michael Seth, professor of history at Phillips University in Enid, Okla., many of the superstitions modern western people hold dear, including the beliefs that 13 is an unlucky number, our human fates are tied to the patterns of the stars, and black cats are evil, originated more than 5,000 years ago in the Middle East -- Mesopotamia in particular. "The fact that everything is sevens, 12s and 40s in the Old Testament, of course, is because those were considered good or lucky numbers in Mesopotamia," Seth said, "and so you see them over and over and over in the Bible." Because 13 came after lucky number 12, it was associated with evil. "There are a lot of legends going on about the twelve apostles of Christ, and that the 13th member at the last supper was bad," Seth said, "but these would be much later ideas, after the number 13 was already established as bad." In addition to retaining the belief of 13 as unlucky, Seth pointed out the belief in the lucky number seven holds, especially in games of chance. "Although these are really ancient Middle Eastern superstitions and beliefs, we still kind of like them," he said. ... "Superstitions in a culture's collective consciousness can be self-perpetuating, because people look for anything that can support their belief in the superstition. "If you have a superstition about Friday the 13th, you're going to look for something bad to happen to you that day, and you're going to pay attention to it," Betz said. "Bad things can happen on other days than Friday the 13th, but that doesn't count, because it doesn't reinforce any belief," Betz said. "Then again, maybe black cats and Friday the 13th are bad, and they're actually causing bad things to happen to people -- but I have my doubts." (Courtesy of Air Education and Training Command News Service)
www.friday13.com and www.friday13th are both ISP sites. I didn't link them because they contain the ultimate evil, pop-up advertising windows. You'd think there'd be SOME cool Friday the 13th domains.
Welcome to Friday the 13th - thanks to Tom for reminding me. *grin* Just an FYI, but www.fridaythethirteenth.com just takes you to an ISP site, and www.fridaythe13th.com just takes you to a generic shopping portal. www.fridaythe13th.ORG is a FILE NOT FOUND error page with bad HTML, and www.fridaythethirteenth.ORG is a page for an Indian band of the same name done on a geocities site. Somehow it all seems oddly appropriate and I'm getting really scared - especially by that generic shopping portal. *grin*
A few days ago John mentioned that the full moon would kick in around 2 a.m. on Friday. 2 a.m. on Friday comes around - BOOM - I'm laying fully awake in the bed and am just staring around the room. I sometimes wonder why some people seem to be more affected by full moons and not others - please don't tell me it's a female/lunar cycle attunement thingy - LOL. I don't think I've ALWAYS been affected by them, but I haven't payed too much attention except for the last few years. And I would have tried to go back to sleep too, but everytime I did, suddenly a little mouse critter in the wall (country rental living, remember) would scratch, almost RIGHT BY MY HEAD. So I took it as a sign to just GET UP. Funny - the critter has mostly been quiet now. Egad. Anyway - I feel much better being up, and at least I have all you lovely blog-readers to talk to. And Tom who lives the life of a reverse, inverse vampire. *grin* (No, that last part doesn't particularly make mathematical or logical sense, but it was fun to write.)
Many have theories that that strange brown gunk (see previous entry) is actually the result of chemtrails - you know, the alleged chemicals being put into jet trails - when you see patterns in the jet trails overhead - like crisscrossing and such, it's supposed to be indicative of government 'spraying'. Some online that are more of the conspiracy belief-set think that government is using parts of the populace to test things like maybe innoculations against potential chemical warfare - something like that. Maybe the fact that these are made from ethanol, complex sugars, and starches means that these are like the PLACEBO chemtrails - sugar pill equivalents. *grin*
...the Idaho Department of Environmental Quality has no explanation. Lab tests confirmed there is pollen in the substance. It also contains ethanol, complex sugars and starches.
You know what else consists of ethanol, complex sugars, and starches? A good chocolate mousse, and that's brown too! (Well, usually brandy is used instead of ethanol, but the idea is the same.) I can't explain the pollen, perhaps it's someone's secret ingredient.
I hadn't heard of this before, and I don't know why. A guy built what's called the "Coral Castle" - all by himself. Some of the stones weigh 30 TONS. He claims to have discovered the secret of the pyramids - using the magnetic grid of the earth - and built the castle entirely at night. (Some children claim he 'floated the stones like balloons'.) A 9-ton gate is so well balanced a child could open it with the touch of a finger. Go see the photos and all at: Coral Castle. (I've been reading up on Nikola Tesla a lot lately too - this stuff is WAY too much fun and way too intriguing!)
"Most people live, whether physically, intellectually or morally, in a very restricted circle of their potential being. They make use of a very small portion of their possible consciousness, and of their soul's resources in general, much like a man who, out of his whole bodily organism, should get into a habit of using and moving only his lttle finger. Great emergencies and crises show us how much greater our vital resources are than we had supposed." - William James
An apparent image of the Virgin Mary on a house window in a US town has vanished after householders cleaned the pane. But Ramon Collado, who was seriously injured in a fall through the upstairs window last year, said cleaning it didn't remove the image. "She left when she was ready to leave," he told the Home News Tribune. Funny how seamlessly the mundane and the metaphysical seem to work together sometimes, isn't it. *grin*
More other life recall - "For as long as Michael Stanton, (not his real name) could remember, he wanted nothing more than to fly. All he ever could think about doing with his life was to be a pilot. Only one small problem.. .. every time he got off the ground, he was overcome by waves of terror and saw images of a terrible fiery crash. Wanting to be with the love of his soul, he had joined the Air Force. But because of his terror he became a desk bound officer in Canberra. He desperately wanted to be up there flying, he knew everything there was about it. So he decided to seek help to figure out why something he desperately wanted struck fear into every fiber of his being. With the help of his doctor, he was able to work through his dreams, and what remembered being a German pilot aboard a Dornier plane that was shot down over England during WWII. By the early 1990's, he had gained enough control of his fear to fly to England, and check out his own story. He first checked out the location of where he thought the plane had gone down. One downed Dornier. Check. The records backed him up as far as the location, and circumstances. But he also discovered an added bonus. A survivor from that very crash was still alive in Germany. The two men met in Germany, and the survivor let the stranger tell his story. It was a 'hit.' He was able to describe exactly what happened and the circumstances that brought them down, along with personal information about the other men in the plane. He described exactly what happened as the plane was crashing. There was no way possible for him to have known the details. He told the only person that really knew the details of that fateful day, and his story was a perfect match. This was a strange reunion, to put it mildly."
It's spontaneous other life recall day here at Blog Beyond! *grin* Story #1: "Nicola Wheater from Yorkshire threw her parents for a loop when she started calling her new dog "Muff," stating that was what she called her dog when she was a boy. "When my mummy was Mrs. Benson, she had lived in nearby Haworth with her sisters." She then went on to give a detailed description of her home and its surroundings. She told them that in that life, she had been killed in a tragic accident. As a small boy, she had wandered onto the railroad tracks near where her (his) father worked, and had been killed by a steam engine. The Wheaters, completely baffled by this story, decided to do some checking. They drove their daughter out to the town of Haworth, a place they had never been. At one point, they got lost, but Nicola was able to direct them right to where she had lived.. ..before. Detailed searches through town and church records revealed some very startling information. They discovered that in 1860 a family by the name of Benson had lived in that house, the father of the three Benson children had been a railway plate-layer, and the only son had been killed as a child, although how has never been 'officially' established. But I think we all have an idea." (from Blue Moon News)
Pet Peeve - commercials that are relatively normal volume but feature either conversation or a radio sound playing VERY SOFTLY in the background. I keep looking around to see if I've left a radio on somewhere in the house. What's even funnier is that the other day I really DID leave a radio playing softly in the house. And then I went to this web site that auto-played a midi and I had the computer volume down a bit too low. Or... maybe I'm just going mad - that would explain PLENTY. *grin*
Weird synchronicities abound. First, Nothing reported on penises that got set on fire and blown up - quite the odd 'body part' trend. Here's another one: Yesterday, John came home and shared a news tidbit with me that there was a woman competing in the Miss America contest who had no hands. Today, I see a news headline about a man with no hands to failed to climb Mt. Everest. .... Yeah - I'm just sittin' here watchin' the wheels go round and round - I really love to watch 'em roll. *grin*
J.Z. Knight, who channels "Ramtha" up in Washington State has told police that she can't testify in a sexual misconduct case because Ramtha took the confession and SHE wasn't there to hear it. (She's a trance channel, not a conscious channel.) Luckily it appears the authorities aren't pressing the issue because they want to keep the trial focused on the issue at hand. Interesting though, how this has shown up - mixing mundane and metaphysical stuff. Hmmm! (thanks to Annette for the link!)
Today's Ghostly Tale: "I was in England on a town and country tour in 1985. I was out shopping with three friends one free afternoon in Stratford upon Avon. We were on our way back to our hotel when we decided to stop at the cemetary where Shakespeare was buried to look at his tombstone. The sky was getting dark and we realized some rain was kicking up; we all had umbrellas with us, so we didn't mind. At the graveyard, we were looking and reading the inscriptions on some of the tombstones. The other three kids I was with went up to the church and were looking to see if there was an open door for us to go in. "It's locked" I heard them say, as the rain started to come down a little heavier and the sky got blacker. They went around the side of the church, I followed after them. I was reading more tombstones, still trying to find "Willie's" when I looked up and saw them go around side three of the church. "Wait up!" I exclaimed, but they didn't hear me for all the rain. ... "I know, they are going to hide in some doorway and jump out at me so they can scare me. I'll show them. I'll just take my sweet time exploring and make them wait on me." Right then, right in front of me was tombstone unlike any of the others there. It was a beige-brown color while the others were white/grey. It had fancy scroll work along the top and sides. It had some green moss growing on it, which only added to it's creepiness. "I've got to get a photo of this." At this time, I only heard the tap, tap, tap, of the raindrops on my umbrella. I tried to balance my packages and focus my camera under the umbrella and not drop my purse into a puddle. I charged up the flash and I snapped one off. I was proud of the photo I captured. I then leaned over to read the inscription on the stone. It was at this moment I felt somthing large and cold, like a giant hand made out of ice, push me back as if to say "STAY AWAY!" I immediately felt the need to run after my three friends and did so. Well after I got back to Chicago I had the film developed. When I looked at the picture, I went and had it blown up to an 8 x 10. There in front of the tombstone was a figure swooshing up from the grave with an arm raised above his/her head. You can make out an ornamental necklace of some type on its chest. The grass in front of the tombstone is crystal clear and so is everything else in the photo. The tombstone that I loved so much cannot be read at all except for the word "Thomas" because this figure is blocking it. By the way, we never found William Shakespeare's grave."
People whose spotty voting records suggest they need a ride to the polls or a reminder to vote will receive seemingly prescient offers of help. These are politicians using voting history and gathered marketing information to pinpoint people's voting strengths and weaknesses and 'helping' them. When I first read this, all I could think of was the idea of getting multiple credit card offers in the mail - they'll do ANYTHING to get you back. Smacks of desperation. 'Here - let me help you move your hand to check this box to vote for me. Oh, and have a lollipop too.'
I'm just not sure what to think. At first it seemed a little serious, and then it seemed like a parody, and then it seemed like out and out sarcasm. You be the judge - it's 'Freeganism'. (link via Memepool)
Note the typo (from Yahoo News): Nobel Prize Awared in Physics, Chemistry - LOL - Freudian slip of consciousness somehow? Here's the link for the article too, just cuz, and the lead in: Three scientists who laid the foundations of information technology and the computer revolution won the Nobel Physics prize on Tuesday. The prestigious award, worth nearly $1 million this year, went to men who paved the way for computers, CD players and mobile telephones, the Royal Swedish Academy of Sciences said... The researchers' work has laid the foundations of modern information technology, IT, particularly through their invention of rapid transistors, laser diodes, and integrated circuits (chips).
A sure sign that your inner voice is telling you that you made a wrong career move: One third of British members of parliament suffer from emotional problems including anxiety, feelings of pointlessness and inadequacy within three months of being elected, the Observer newspaper said.
This may be a little hard to swallow (sorry - had to), but apparently a 7 year old girl in Turkey who had been complaining about throat pain most of her life, was about to undergo tonsil surgery when doctors discovered a one and a half inch NAIL lodged in her throat - they think she probably swallowed it when she was two!
When describing states of mind or focus you have to go with subjective feel - concrete words just don't work. Like - here's an attempt: I used to find myself focusing very specifically on details and sometimes I would worry, particularly when no solution was forthcoming. No, however, I "see" the situation I want to change, and just sort of let it drift in my mind, loose, and then I find new ideas coming in.
Together with this, I seem to be stepping into an acceptance of the "mystery" of life - that is, allowing myself to NOT KNOW and just open and BE THERE with it. This has been easy in some areas of my life - and those areas are where I was always good at listening to my intuition. But in areas like creating money, where I learned to be a control freak, and where it deals with survival, it has been a longer journey into this state of 'acceptance.'
It's funny - in order to write about something I have to get my mind around it first - getting my mind around my mind? Well... *grin* It may sound corny, but it's like an energetic 'opening to embrace' - whether it's an idea, or a desire, or a theory or thought... And sometimes I try to get my mind around, or get conscious of something before I've gotten all the aspects together or before my mind's open enough to allow it - like trying to bite into a huge sandwich while your mouth's only open a half inch - heh heh.
Phantom Owner and Dogs: "I felt that I was in a dream state (Half asleep and half awake). I was lying in my bed when I heard the dead bolt unlock on my door. Then I heard the chain fall down from my chain lock. I heard someone come into my apartment and I heard a panting sound from some dogs. I heard this person walk into my kitchen and he ran the water in the sink. I heard the dogs give little yelps as if playing with one another. I heard the man speak softly to them. I heard the tapping of their toenails on the lineolium floor in my kitchen. I was trying to get out of my bed so I could hide in my closet, or something, but guess what! I couldn't move my arms or my legs. I couldn't cry out or scream. I told myself this usually just happens when you are dreaming, so don't be afraid. This will pass, you WILL wake up.........but I couldn't get myself awake. I then heard the dogs coming down the hallway and head towards my bedroom. I shut my eyes as tight as I could. I pretended to be asleep. (Asleep in a dream, how ironic!) I felt a very heavy paw or two come onto the bedspread. I felt the hot breath of one of the dogs on my face as he sniffed me. Then, the way my English Pointer used to do, the dog breathed out hard with its nostrils and I felt the bangs on my forehead blow up into the air. I was scared to death and I could only hear my heart pounding so very fast and feel the blood pumping inside my ears. I was about to realize that this man was about to come into my room and maybe rape me or kill me, when I heard him from my front door call out to these animals. I never looked at them. I assumed they were dogs because I had owned many a puppy in my time, and they made the same noises. The dogs left my bedroom. The door opened and then closed. They were gone. I went to the bathroom and got a glass of water. I was too scarred to go investigate the living room or the kitchen until it got light out. Finally I got up around 5:30 as the sun was coming up. I made sure the door was locked. I looked to see if there was a bowl of water on the floor in the kitchen but there was nothing. "See, you idiot! It was a stupid dream." I went and slept for a few more hours. Later that day, I was setting up my ironing board in the living room when I saw something on the rug. I didn't know what it was. I looked closer and discovered it was a piece of .... poop! (Go ahead, you can laugh! But I can tell you, I was frightened to death.) I went and got a paper towel to clean it up. When I leaned over to pick this up, I put the towel around it.....It turned to dust. Almost as if it was old and petrified....as if it had come out of the body of a dead dog." (from Shadowlands)
John did a little Halloween decorating. He sawed off a 6 foot section of log from a large, fallen pine tree, dug a foot-deep hole, stuck the log in upright, and then placed the dessicated boar skull (he found a few weeks ago) on top. It's the most hideously fascinating thing - LOL - Boars have top and bottom tusks and ALSO have a tusk coming out of each side of the top of its mouth, horizontally. It's too bad that no one else will see it way out here - but it would probably scare all the parents if we did this in the suburbs. (You KNOW that most kids would mostly likely think it was gross and cool - heh heh.)
Wow, *looks around* I like what you've done with the place. *grin*
For those of you who have been inspired by the recent ghostly tales, e-groups has several lists devoted to ghost hunting. There are also many web pages which might help you along in becoming the next big paranormal investigator. This one has a good selection of tips for capturing our phantasmal friends on film. If you're really serious, check out Ghoststudy.com for an extensive library of ghostly information
Ahem. You MIGHT notice a few difference in this blog if you've been here before. *grin* Sure - someone links to us and says "Cool Design!" and then I go changing it all. Well, whaddayagonnado, eh? Orange/Magenta is sure a long way from the previous Brown/Blue feel, eh? I like the autumn feel of it. But if you don't like it, don't worry - I'm sure I'll be redesigning it again in the not so far future - LOL.
I meant to post that 'small being' story yesterday. Interestingly enough, in the middle of the night, John sat up a little and said (in his sleep), "There's a gnome hiding in the corner!" It was a part of his dream but he spoke out loud, and it freaked me out for a moment. Then I told him he was freaking me out and he said, still asleep, "Sorry." *grin*
A story of a small being: "When I was around 8 years old I woke up one night and had to go to the bathroom. When I came back, I got in bed and pulled the covers up to my chin. We had a hallway light that was left on all night so we could find our way to the bathroom at the end of the hall. As I lay there for about 1 minute, I saw a shadow coming down the hall and I thought, oh I must have woke mom up and she's coming to see what I'm doing. I was shocked to see a little man?? about 2-3 ft. tall turn in my doorway! He just stood there and I couldn't see his face because once you step in my doorway the hallway light doesn't shine on you anymore. I could tell that it had a hat on that looked like the kind that the pilgrims wore. I could also tell that it had a long bushy beard, but I could not see his face clearly. I sat there and I was so scared I couldn't move, then he started to walk to the end of my bed. I just about s**t my pants! The only thing I could think of to do was to lay down and pull the covers over my head because he blocked the only exit out of my room. I layed there under the covers waiting for him to get on the bed and grab me. I must have layed there about 5 minutes but it seemed like eternity. I finally got the courage to slowly pull the cover down and I couldn't see him anywhere. I jumped off the end of the bed in one leap and flew into mom and dads room. I woke mom up and told her what I saw but she just said I was dreaming and to go back to bed. I'll tell you that I went and turned on every light in the house and looked around all over the place. I didn't go to sleep until the sun came up and I am positive that I did not dream it." (from Shadowlands) Sounds like a traditional leprachaun in a way - or a gnome even - hmmmmmm! Huh.
