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THE E Z TREE (part 2)
THE E Z TREE (part 2)
Now I don’t believe in one shit. I don’t believe in aliens, I don't believe in telepathy, I don’t believe in witches, ghosts, obeah, nothing like that. I’m not even so sure about God.
However, the night that John tried to catch the E-Z Tree, the rig was shut down waiting for the police to come in the morning to remove the body and do their investigation.
I was lying in my bed in a cabin which I shared with three other fellas when I heard (afterwards I could really decide whether it was heard or felt) the door open and somebody come into the room. It was John.
He came to the middle of the room and just stood there looking around.
Now I couldn't see anything because all of the bunks have curtains which you pull around for privacy, but I knew it was him, In fact I even new what he was thinking. He was confused and bewildered.
I was absolutely terrified, I wanted to pull back the curtain to see, but I was petrified. The hair on the back of my neck was standing up and I was cold sweating.
I don’t know how long he stood there for, when you’re in that condition time gets distorted. But he eventually left. I didn't open the curtain for the whole night.
When we got up the next morning, I was talking to one of my cabin mates. I can’t remember his name and I can’t remember what we were talking about, but he suddenly said, “Somebody came into the room last night.”
I froze. “What do you mean, who came into the room?”
“Oh it doesn’t matter." He said.
"What do you mean it doesn’t matter, you said that somebody came into the room, who was it?”
“Look." He said. "Just forget it.”
No matter what I said he refused to make any other comment on the matter.
But strangely, I also told nobody about my experience. Until now.
But of course, it's all in the mind. Just read "Gone With The Wind" and you'll see what I mean.
9/2/2005 6:57 am
I'm a skeptic myself. I eh no church boy, never ketch no power, nutting. But something similar happened to me once as well and what convinces me that these "supernatural" occurences could be true is that I didn't even know what happened until afterwards.|
My grandfather had died and most of the family went up to his house to be with my grandmother. I slept the night in the living room and awoke in the morning to the extremely sweet & pleasant smell of flowers. I don't know what the hell kinda flowers it could have been, but it was definitely a pleasant fragrance. It lasted about 12 seconds and then vanished. I thought nothing much of it as we were in the country and there were plenty of plants, etc around.
At breakfast time, an uncle and aunt started a conversation about "if anyone else smelt pappy (as he was called) this morning". I listened in and they spoke about how when a person dies the spirit goes visiting and the smell of fresh flowers is usually associated with the visit. Now, if I had not smelt the flowers, or if I had known of the "myth" before, I would have surely doubted myself. This had to have been real! I never fessed up to having smelt anything and there were just about 3 people who claimed to have gotten the scent that morning (the slept in different locations to me).
Mike, it's easy for me to read your encounter in the dorm and say "please, it's all in your mind bro". But when a logical mind has an illogical experience such as yours, most times it has nothing to do with your mind.
Hope John Rests In Peace.