walsworth
Journeyman
I just knew that bugger would win! Woudn't mind a pound for every time I've said that.
Very, very strange
- Thread starter redhead
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Do you think there's 'someone' helping you there, Red? Is there some gambling uncle in the afterlife who's gambling by proxy (you) in this? Good on the old boy if so - get yourself (and him) onto the Royal Ascot comp and help TH win!
No, not that. I seem to be able to look at a horse (or with a bit more work, its form) and just know if it is in the right physical and mental state to do well.
You may have seen a couple of comments of mine regarding Denman, where other members told me that he looked "fine". Not to me.
A typical incident occurred a few years back with my old Burmese cat Oscar. He sat at my feet one evening staring hard into my face while I was watching something interesting on TV. For no reason I bent down and stroked him and said "We must get something done about your teeth, old fella". The next day his face had puffed right up on one side and he had a dental abscess.
My ex could never lie to me because I always used to just get a thought about whatever subject he was going to make a story of, so although I often got hurt I was usually able to do a bit of damage limitation. Probably why I prefer to be single - not a comfortable person to have around!
You may have seen a couple of comments of mine regarding Denman, where other members told me that he looked "fine". Not to me.
A typical incident occurred a few years back with my old Burmese cat Oscar. He sat at my feet one evening staring hard into my face while I was watching something interesting on TV. For no reason I bent down and stroked him and said "We must get something done about your teeth, old fella". The next day his face had puffed right up on one side and he had a dental abscess.
My ex could never lie to me because I always used to just get a thought about whatever subject he was going to make a story of, so although I often got hurt I was usually able to do a bit of damage limitation. Probably why I prefer to be single - not a comfortable person to have around!
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I've noticed that my perceptions of "ghosts" in photographs often differ from those of others. I've included a couple here and would be interested to hear what other members make of them. In both cases, I see something totally different to how the photographs are described. A couple of my colleagues see what I see, but the others see what is described.
In both cases, pay most attention to the enlarged photographs of each.
http://www.ghost-story.co.uk/stories/altontowersghostphoto.html
http://www.simonday.com/berry-pomeroy-ghosts/berryghost.jpg
In both cases, pay most attention to the enlarged photographs of each.
http://www.ghost-story.co.uk/stories/altontowersghostphoto.html
http://www.simonday.com/berry-pomeroy-ghosts/berryghost.jpg
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All I got on the second link was a stiff telling-off for trying to access the site through a link. "You are not allowed to do this!" it's virtually shrieked at me, wagging a finger and threatening me with detention and 500 lines.
The first piccy looked initially to me like someone in some sort of formal regalia - what's that large lilac-coloured 'flower' over their right breast? Red top coat, full white stock, but then the lilacy thing looked wrong, unless it was a huge insignia.
The first piccy looked initially to me like someone in some sort of formal regalia - what's that large lilac-coloured 'flower' over their right breast? Red top coat, full white stock, but then the lilacy thing looked wrong, unless it was a huge insignia.
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Re the second picture, miserable git!!!
The first one, if you look again, is not a man at all.
I see a woman sitting sideways-on to the camera. The area that looks like the "man's" neck and ear area is actually the crook of her elbow. She is wearing a gown in a rather pretty fabric of pale yellow with a pattern of green with red, blue and purple flowers. The red is the "kirtle" or overskirt that would be worn open over the gown and looped behind it to contrast and show off the richness of the fabric. You can see clearly that the red area has the stiff lines of a bodice, falling into softer folds behind her.
Her head is just visible but, as she has dark hair, is difficult to make out because of the shadowy background, although her nose is just visible. She is looking at what she is holding in her hands, which seems to be fabric and the position of her visible hand would suggest that she is sewing. She even appears to be wearing a ring on her index finger, although this could be a trick of the light. The displacement of her gown behind her suggests that she is sitting down, rather than standing.
I found that with my colleagues the way to get them to "see" her is to save the picture to your "My Pictures" folder, open it there and enlarge it as necessary.
I saw this without enlarging the picture, but once you have done this the pattern of her gown becomes quite clear.
Interesting, isn't it?
The first one, if you look again, is not a man at all.
I see a woman sitting sideways-on to the camera. The area that looks like the "man's" neck and ear area is actually the crook of her elbow. She is wearing a gown in a rather pretty fabric of pale yellow with a pattern of green with red, blue and purple flowers. The red is the "kirtle" or overskirt that would be worn open over the gown and looped behind it to contrast and show off the richness of the fabric. You can see clearly that the red area has the stiff lines of a bodice, falling into softer folds behind her.
Her head is just visible but, as she has dark hair, is difficult to make out because of the shadowy background, although her nose is just visible. She is looking at what she is holding in her hands, which seems to be fabric and the position of her visible hand would suggest that she is sewing. She even appears to be wearing a ring on her index finger, although this could be a trick of the light. The displacement of her gown behind her suggests that she is sitting down, rather than standing.
I found that with my colleagues the way to get them to "see" her is to save the picture to your "My Pictures" folder, open it there and enlarge it as necessary.
I saw this without enlarging the picture, but once you have done this the pattern of her gown becomes quite clear.
Interesting, isn't it?
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Correction to the above, I think she might be sitting and playing an instrument, not sewing! I just cannot see the instrument but the position of her hands and arms (both of which are visible on close inspection) would suggest either a keyboard or possibly a harp - although she seems a bit close to the wall for a harp.
Second inspection suggests a keyboard instrument. The position of her back and head would suggest this, also.
She is in the Music Room, after all!
Second inspection suggests a keyboard instrument. The position of her back and head would suggest this, also.
She is in the Music Room, after all!
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I have been quite poorly for the past week with the most miserable, horrible hacking cough and a sore throat that I swear had a few ulcers (orange juice, owwwwww).
When the cough was at its worst on Sunday night, I had a raging temperature and found it very difficult to get comfortable, even with the fan on full belt.
Just as I was beginning to relax a bit I distinctly felt someone put their arms around me and their head against mine in a hug. I opened my eyes but there was no one else in the room.
Turned my head to find Dougal sitting in a patch of moonlight staring hard at me. When he saw that I was watching him he chirruped, jumped onto the bed, walked up me, and settled on my pillow - smiling.
He has a very expressive face and that was definitely a smile.
When the cough was at its worst on Sunday night, I had a raging temperature and found it very difficult to get comfortable, even with the fan on full belt.
Just as I was beginning to relax a bit I distinctly felt someone put their arms around me and their head against mine in a hug. I opened my eyes but there was no one else in the room.
Turned my head to find Dougal sitting in a patch of moonlight staring hard at me. When he saw that I was watching him he chirruped, jumped onto the bed, walked up me, and settled on my pillow - smiling.
He has a very expressive face and that was definitely a smile.
Ahaaa! I see it now - I double-clicked the image and it expanded, and I can see exactly what you mean now, Redhead. The red part is at the rear of her dress and yes, there's a piece of white linen, perhaps, lying over her lap. Perhaps she was a lady's maid, busily sewing, or a lady doing tapestry? And yes, the very slight outline of a pretty face is also visible - looking to the right of the picture. Very interesting!
Strange, isn't it, how one's vision can change? I showed the picture to another colleague yesterday and she saw a man in a cape with a high collar, but when I ran the computer cursor around the outline of the lady's arm, suddenly she could see her too.
It's a pity that the other picture wouldn't give you access - and such a rude message - but that too was rather like a "magic eye" picture. One minute a blur in a window and the next something totally different as the brain picks out a feature and re-identifies the image that it sees.
And they say that seeing is believing ... how much of what you see can be believed seems much more appropriate.
It's a pity that the other picture wouldn't give you access - and such a rude message - but that too was rather like a "magic eye" picture. One minute a blur in a window and the next something totally different as the brain picks out a feature and re-identifies the image that it sees.
And they say that seeing is believing ... how much of what you see can be believed seems much more appropriate.
I was awoken with a bit of a fright at 2.00 this morning, by someone leaning over the bed (felt the mattress dip) and saying in my ear "Wake up!" - which I did. 
Once I had got over that fright, I could hear movement downstairs so got up very noisily, putting all the lights on as I went (brave, I am) and arrived downstairs to find the front window wide open and the curtains blowing in the breeze. I didn't see anyone, but a car started up just down the road.
Who needs guard dogs?
Once I had got over that fright, I could hear movement downstairs so got up very noisily, putting all the lights on as I went (brave, I am) and arrived downstairs to find the front window wide open and the curtains blowing in the breeze. I didn't see anyone, but a car started up just down the road.
Who needs guard dogs?
Sheikh
At the Start
Your life is scary. I can't even watch a horror movie.
Isinglass
At the Start
Fascinating subject and of course one which people usually disagree about.
I've seen and heard too many things for me to disbelieve. I don't go looking for it but things happen. I think everyone could notice but perhaps are not tuned in enough to do so.
I worked with a man who had been one of the managers of the airline during the Lockerbie disaster. He was late for work and was walking into the office and passed one of his employees. He said hello to her but she did not reply and just kept walking fast in opposite direction. He did not think too much about it, although it was odd. When he got into the office he was told about the crash and given the list of names of the dead. Hers was on it.
I've seen and heard too many things for me to disbelieve. I don't go looking for it but things happen. I think everyone could notice but perhaps are not tuned in enough to do so.
I worked with a man who had been one of the managers of the airline during the Lockerbie disaster. He was late for work and was walking into the office and passed one of his employees. He said hello to her but she did not reply and just kept walking fast in opposite direction. He did not think too much about it, although it was odd. When he got into the office he was told about the crash and given the list of names of the dead. Hers was on it.
I bet that gave him goosebumps, Isi!
I sometimes find words or a sentence running through my mind for a week or two before something related to the words/sentence happens.
The last time that happened I would find myself thinking (in idle moments) "... a course of chemotherapy."
Two weeks later, Dougal was diagnosed with lymphoma.
Sheikh: it isn't scary (well, apart from little frights like last night). It just happens and I don't even notice things most of the time. It's usually when I think about it a little later that the penny drops. (It was 6 weeks before I knew that my neighbour had died, but he was as "real" as he had always been that morning.)
I sometimes find words or a sentence running through my mind for a week or two before something related to the words/sentence happens.
The last time that happened I would find myself thinking (in idle moments) "... a course of chemotherapy."
Two weeks later, Dougal was diagnosed with lymphoma.
Sheikh: it isn't scary (well, apart from little frights like last night). It just happens and I don't even notice things most of the time. It's usually when I think about it a little later that the penny drops. (It was 6 weeks before I knew that my neighbour had died, but he was as "real" as he had always been that morning.)
Update on last post: A few months ago I found myself thinking about Campbell Gillies, all day long his name went round and round in my head. No reason why, I'd never met the lad, hadn't been watching racing or reading about it, or him. Then the following day ... That was very upsetting.
Last Tuesday I had a real fright. For a few weeks now, little things have been happening around the house, such as something being moved from one place to another - but always easy to explain away.
Anyhow, my first week of freedom began with my accepting several jobs that could be done from the comfort of my own office (bliss). At about 11.00 that morning I was in full swing and all was going well, when I heard a loud thump from downstairs, as though something had fallen off a work-top in the kitchen.
Thinking "Bloody cats!" and "I need a cuppa!" I set off down the stairs and heard a sound that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. The paper shredder in the kitchen started up and was still working when I walked into the kitchen, but stopped as I approached it.
There is no way it could start by itself as it has a "trigger" at the mouth of the paper feeder and only by depressing this will it start.
Hmmmmm.
Last Tuesday I had a real fright. For a few weeks now, little things have been happening around the house, such as something being moved from one place to another - but always easy to explain away.
Anyhow, my first week of freedom began with my accepting several jobs that could be done from the comfort of my own office (bliss). At about 11.00 that morning I was in full swing and all was going well, when I heard a loud thump from downstairs, as though something had fallen off a work-top in the kitchen.
Thinking "Bloody cats!" and "I need a cuppa!" I set off down the stairs and heard a sound that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. The paper shredder in the kitchen started up and was still working when I walked into the kitchen, but stopped as I approached it.
There is no way it could start by itself as it has a "trigger" at the mouth of the paper feeder and only by depressing this will it start.
Hmmmmm.
walsworth
Journeyman
Easy enough to explain, the shredder had jammed last time you used it and the thump that you heard was one of the cats whacking it which released the jam.
Forgot to say, Walsy, both cats were snugly asleep in the sitting room at the time, and I had cleaned and "oiled" the shredder a few days before. There is a little catch at the mouth of the feeder that needs to be depressed before the shredder starts. That was definitely not jammed at the time of cleaning.
This is one thing I can't blame the cats for. Certainly watches that go walkabout are usually down to Dougal, but newspapers and books, and now shredders?
This is one thing I can't blame the cats for. Certainly watches that go walkabout are usually down to Dougal, but newspapers and books, and now shredders?