I’ve had various incidents in my life that can’t be explained. On a trip to Maine one summer, my family was traveling along the Massachusetts Turnpike when all of us distinctly heard a voice say, “Pull over.”
It filled the car – I can still hear it to this day. We did not have the radio on, by the way.
This caused a slew of, “What was that?”
My brother and I spun around in the backseat looking for the source while both Mom and Dad questioned each other about it, and my Dad kept looking in the rear and side view mirrors.
We heard it again, sounding more emphatic, “Pull over!”
So, my Dad pulled over – on the TURNPIKE. (with our NC plates I’m sure the other travelers who zoomed by thought we’d lost our ever loving minds) My parents discussed a patrol helicopter, with a megaphone or something. That had to be it. He and mom got out and looked up at the sky, and then all around.
My brother and I kept asking, “What was it? What was that?” with our heads poked out the back windows.
No helicopter overhead, and no patrol car pulled in behind us. We didn’t hear anything else. They got back in the car after a couple minutes and we went on our way. We talked about that incident often, over the years. We never figured it out – but we ALL heard the same thing. We speculated on what it might be, and we had our thoughts about that.
Here’s another one. My husband and I were at home watching a movie and I became disgusted because it was supposed to be scary, but it was actually nerve-wracking, the sort of movie that made you jump because of the sound effects. We stopped watching when it was halfway done. I fussed about the waste of time, and how, “it wasn’t scary at all!”
A noise startled me into silence.
I said, “What’s that?”
He said, “I don’t know.”
It kept on, this noise. Whirrr-whirrrr-whirrr. We crept towards the kitchen. (I went first by the way – haha, sh, don’t tell him I told you)
There on the counter . . . the blender. It was on and running. All by its lonesome.
Truth. (yes, it was plugged in – I’d have moved out if it wasn’t)
Here’s another interesting incident. Years ago, on our honeymoon, we decided to go see the Brown Mountain Lights. It just so happened we were in the area where this phenomena occurs. The lights haven’t ever been adequately explained, and to this day I can’t quite determine how we got so lucky, but – we saw them.
There are several areas where you can go, but it’s no guarantee they will appear. We were at Wiseman’s View. There are various descriptions and pictures of what people have reported, and in some cases they look like, well, like lights, i.e., yellow and forming off a ridge. That’s not what we saw. What we experienced were like fuzzy blue orbs down in the gorge, much like this short video filmed for National Geographic show called Paranatural. They floated, seemed to bounce, dissipated, re-appeared, just like this shows.
In THE FORGIVING KIND, Sonny Creech divines water, or dowses, whichever term you’re most familiar with. This is a unique and unusual talent she shares with her father, a mysterious and some might say fantastical belief. Some might also call it pseudoscience, yet I’ve always been fascinated by it. (No, I’ve never tried to do this.) I found the research interesting, and while some things I read or watched sounded or looked contrived, there were instances that appeared genuine.
I tried to imagine what Sonny might experience, how it would feel to her, this idea of holding a willow branch, walking the land and then having the stick react to the water that flowed beneath her feet, like an invisible hand pulling on it. What you will come to learn about Sonny Creech is she has an affinity for her family’s land, and so it’s perfect she could do this. She learned she had this “talent” when she was nine years old.
CHAPTER 2
1952
The willow branch was shaped like a Y.
Here is one of the many videos I watched on water dowsing/divining. It’s 2:36 mins long, but if you go on ahead to about 1:49, that’s when he starts to walk around and gets “responses” from the branch.
What do you think? Skeptic or believer?
Your incident driving though Maine can easily be explained. We have ghost hitchhikers here. They are all over the place. You obviously picked one up and he wanted to get out at the location you were passing though. Happens all the time to people in this State. We are just used to it now.
That’s so interesting, Martha – I’ve never heard of that, although we weren’t in Maine yet – we were still in Massachusetts. I guess they can go where they want!
Loved reading about your experiences, Donna. I am very much a believer because I have had many things happen that had no logical explanation. I think if we are aware, we realize there are many incidents that cannot be explained away…and shouldn’t be. After reading about the blender, I had to wonder if you live in a house with ghostly guests like Laura Spinella’s. And I had never heard of hitchhiking ghosts. But don’t blame your dad for pulling over. I would’ve done the same thing.
And I have more that I didn’t share here. 🙂 I agree. I was just discussing this with another writer friend who is, I’d call her a “sensitive.” She can tell when there are “others” present. It’s very possible we do live in a house with those ghostly guests – the house is 112 years old, and so, to me, it would seem like a natural occurrence to have someone here from the past.
I’m glad Dad pulled over – I wouldn’t have wanted to know what might have happened if he hadn’t. We’ve always thought it might have been a life-saver. Who knows if a wreck was about to happen, and we were taken out of the equation, so to speak, which resulted in a different outcome. That’s what I’ve always believed.
In a house that old, it would make sense to me that you have others ‘living’ there, too. I have to admit when I was reading your entry about the voice you all heard in the car, I thought you were going to go on to say that on down the road you came upon a wreck and realized it could’ve been your car if you hadn’t stopped. I’ve had such things happen to me and all I’ll say is that my guardian angels must have to work overtime to take care of me. 🙂
I am a firm believer that everything happens for a reason. Sometimes we understand right away and sometimes it takes years for us to see what the purpose was. One door closes, another opens.
Yes, this house must have others, I’m sure. I have a picture of my grandson, taken about ten years ago, and there is a very defined light near him. Solid looking, off yellow, roundish (but not that perfect roundness like the orbs people talk about). In the very next picture I took, it’s not there. Funny you mention about a wreck b/c my mother says there was a horrible wreck, but I don’t remember it.
Your poor guardian angels, they’re right behind you, likely saying “tsk, tsk, she’s in trouble again!” There significant order to our world, and by that, I mean from a nature perspective, and the perfection of numbers that can’t be coincidence. I thought this was a really good article: https://io9.gizmodo.com/5985588/15-uncanny-examples-of-the-golden-ratio-in-nature
i’ve had that experience too (interesting, both were in Mass!) and attributed both voices as from the Lord directing and protecting–because indeed, they did!
Yes, or guardian angels. Either way, it made an impact on all of us, and we talked about that event over the years. We never forgot it – and I’m sure you remember yours very clearly too!