Paranormal State's host Ryan Beull battles Pancreatic cancer

Paranormal State (Photo credit: Wikipedia)Ryan Buell, age 30 and host of the paranormal show 'Paranormal State' has been battling Pancreatic cancer since his diagnosis in June of this year. It comes as a huge shock to hear that such a young man with so much promise has to fight such  horrific disease like this. TPB hopes that he will win this battle and continue to fight, and in his words "SOLDIER ON."
Please feel free to let Ryan Buell hear your well wishes and support during this difficult time.
English: NJPR Lead Researcher Mark Johnson with the cast of Paranormal State. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)TPB prays for a miracle for our Paranormal Soldier.

A visit from Aunt Clara

Now before I get into the paranormal experience that I had with Aunt Clara, let me just give you a little background. Aunt Clara was my grandfather's sister, and she was an aunt that we regularly visited as children. A true southern lady, Aunt Clara enjoyed the finer things in life, was ever so gracious, and when she and my grandfather were getting along, their favorite thing was to talk about everyone they knew behind their back.

As children we had to sit on the sofa and listen to these long winded stories and the family members they spoke of. We never really knew any of the people that they chatted about as many were dead. The odd part is, it was always the same chat. Same people, same stories told over and over. I guess that is an old folks thing. I am sure I am slipping into that mode in my own kids eyes.

Aunt Clara lived a long time. I believe she was in her 80's at the time she passed away. After I was grown and had one child of my own we'd often go visit my Aunt Clara, who always mentioned in passing that she'd like a bottle of wine before we left. So my husband would go purchase it before we made the 2 hour trip back home. I now wonder, if that wasn't the reason she wanted to see us so frequently as we have been told in recent times that she was in fact an alcoholic, and secretly commissioned people to secure her drink of choice.

The betrayal
I went through a rough time with my parents during these days and we weren't speaking, and I went to my Aunt Clara for support and comfort, and while she seemed to be very interested and helping, she was a crafty lady and was actually feeding off of my misery. I don't really hold that against her though. However, it wasn't long after this that she betrayed my confidence and I could not forgive her for it at the time. She wrote to me many times begging for me to come and visit but I just couldn't bring myself to return to her home. I truly regret that now, as we should always try to forgive. Holding onto grudges is the best way to becoming a sour person and the guilt you get after they are gone is lifelong and just not worth it.

The presence
One night I was in the kitchen washing dishes as was my habit to clean my house before going to bed each night. Something about waking up to a messy house doesn't agree with me. That being said on this particular night, I was alone at the sink washing each dish left from supper when I had the most eerie sensation. It's a sensation we've all had when you feel someone has come up from behind and are watching you. I tried to ignore it as I knew everyone in the house was sleeping.

Unfortunately, the feeling only intensified and became such that I had to turn around. In my mind I thought it was my young daughter that had entered the kitchen to ask me for something. I turned fully expecting to see her standing there, messy haired and rubbing sleep from her eyes. But there was no one there. It was an extremely powerful "I'm being watched and someone is right by me" type of sensation. Overwhelming, to the point I left what I was doing and went into the rest of the home to see if anyone had stirred. It was hard to accept that no one was there in the kitchen moments earlier. My search came up empty. Each person was snuggled in their bed, breathing deeply and motionless. The deep sort of sleep we all fall into when we are oblivious to our surroundings.

I even considered someone had come into the house, so I checked the doors to make sure they were locked. Now, I am not by any stretch of the imagination an alarmist,so for me to take these sorts of steps to rule out something is unusual and can only be brought about by something equally unusual. When I forced myself to rule out all logical possibilities, I finished my dishes and went to bed.

The Next day

I received a phone call from my mother the very next day telling me that Aunt Clara had passed away in the night. I knew instinctively, in my heart that Aunt Clara had come to visit me one final time. My mother told me she had dream of Aunt Clara that night, and that Aunt Clara and her husband Uncle Bob visited her in her dream. Aunt Clara was told by a fellow church member that she would not be reunited with her beloved Uncle Bob that she had lost many years prior to her own death. This concerned my Aunt Clara greatly and she spoke of this to my mother. 

My mother assured her that was not her belief, that she and Uncle Bob would be reunited on the other side. The dream, to my mother was my Aunt Clara letting her know she was indeed reunited with Uncle Bob. This was who visited me that night in my kitchen as well. On a final note: Turns out Aunt Clara passed away right around the time I was doing the dishes....

Grandmama on a swing

Image by Frank Kehren via FlickrWhen I was a child, the first traumatic loss I remember having was when my grandmother passed away. The world was almost surreal as I saw adults sobbing, and in utter despair, adults that I never saw crying, were crying. At her wake I remember gazing down on this person that was supposed to be my grandmother, and feeling like this person could not have been my grandmother. You sense the soul is departed, even as a child...I knew my grandmother was not lying in that coffin. However, I also remember being struck at how much my grandmother would have hated being stared at that way. She was an extremely modest woman, and even at my young age, I knew she would not have liked to have a wake or open casket.


I remember feeling so much guilt about how rotten I was toward her when she came to stay with us. The guilt I felt I carried for many a year thereafter. My grandmother was an unworldly person, by that I mean, she was someone that never gave in to the weaknesses of man. She never spoke ill of anyone, and that is a rare trait to see. She was a dignified, humble, modest and loving person, that did not show you love through words but through deed. A rock in my mothers life as well.

After she passed, I remember taking a walk with my friend in my neighborhood, when I happen to glance over at a glider type swing in someone's yard, and there  she was, lying in one of her outfits, (grand mama was a sharp dresser and even made her own clothes). She was lying in this swing, resting peacefully. Her distinctive white hair, white blouse, and blue vest and slacks, even her white pumps...were all confirmation this was her. The truest validation was that my friend, who knew my grandmama and saw her on occasion, also confirmed it was her. I don't think I ever told my mother about this sighting..but more importantly I received what I believe was the underlying message, grandmama was at peace, and I guess this is what I wanted to know.

For years I had recurring dreams of going to their house for Sunday dinner, and all was as it was before she passed. In my dream I was a child relieved. Grandmama was still here, she did not die, and then the crushing disappointment when I'd awaken..I feel when our loved ones pass on, they do things to reassure us, they can and do visit us in our dreams. My grandmother probably knew of my immense guilt, and probably brought reassurance through my dreams, and the sighting of her on a neighbors swing was just to let me know, that she was at peace and by her being at peace I could be at peace too.

Things your child knows from beyond

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There are a number of research and studies, and reports of children having the ability to accurately describe a family member they have never seen. There are many theories as to why your child may be able to specifically detail a deceased loved one.

Many psychics will suggest that most all children have this ability. Why?
Other than a person on a death bed, a child is actually the closest person you will ever meet from "the other side". Recently entering life, their spirit still retains memory from the other realm. Family members on the other side often are with the spirits that chose their parents prior to being born. The child while very young still retains this dream like pre-birth encounter. Some children dream of these deceased family members, as many family members choose dreams to interact with living loved ones.

Your child may have specific detailed dreams of someone that has passed away even 20 years or more before their birth. If you suspect your child may being doing this, press the child for as much detail as possible, and find ways to validate the details as well. You would do well to also document any such occurrences as they fade as the child ages. It is also important that you do not foster a false memory either. Be careful that you do not over tax your child, as they will try to produce more than the truth just to please you. This phenomenon is a prevalent gift seen in many children, however, many times it fades with age as parents brush it off or do not take the time to help the child understand what happened to them. The distance time provides along with the distractions of life often pull the child further away from this ability.

Children born today are already old souls according to many. They have lived many lives prior to choosing you as a parent. As such you will notice that your child will seem, even in infancy far wiser than you, yourself were. With each life lived, knowledge is acquired by the soul. While we may have no consciousness of this knowledge it is stored safe inside the soul. As man evolves with each generation, he is born holding more natural "soul" knowledge than he had in prior lifetimes. It is not important that you remember or have the ability to tap into what you have learned and experienced in past lives. It is important that your soul does. The soul keeps returning to gain more experience and life lessons that were not acquired before. This is why your child picked you. So the next time your child says they didn't ask to be born, you can tell them, "oh yes you did..".

Reincarnation and memories from beyond

Image via WikipediaUnless you have lived in a cave somewhere, at some point or time you have heard this phrase. The meaning of reincarnation is to "enter the flesh again". This belief is still a huge principle in many religions, such as Hinduism, Jainism, Sikhism and Buddhism.
20th century psychiatrist/Parapsychologist Ian Stevenson from the University of Virginia became well known for his work of publishing over 2500 case studies of reincarnation world wide. The case studies were primarily of children that had knowledge that was not of their lifetime, or personal experience. Many of these children had memories that could be corroborated with violent deaths of those who had passed before the child was ever born.
Stevenson's studies showed that many of the children harboring these abilities were young in age and as they grew older,forgot the memories they spoke of. Stevenson believed some evidence that points to a child as having been reincarnated lying in the form of birthmarks and congenital deformities. Which would suggest according to his thoughts that the child suffered a physical memory of a tragic injury from a former life. While Stevenson did devote time to researching alternative explanations that contradicted his findings, many still criticised his efforts.
One paranormal point to ponder regarding reincarnation, is that many of us have seen and heard our own children mention things about deceased family members that passed away prior to the child being born. Some children can describe in accurate detail the appearances of the deceased, even noting things like missing limbs, or the color of the decedents hair.

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The Premonition of Richard C. Ryder

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Our Loved ones are never very far away, even on the other side

The Premonition

A True Story by Richard C. Ryder

When I was a little boy, my sister and brother and I used to spend a lot of time with our grandparents. They lived on the coast of South Carolina, and it was always a lot of fun visiting them. My grandmother was the sweetest person you would ever want to meet. She always took care of us and showed us great love like every grandmother should.

One particular night when my father was out working on a detective case, all of us were in bed fast asleep. I was dreaming a very bizarre dream. I was dreaming that I was in a large, white room with no windows or doors. The room was brightly lit, yet there did not seem to be any light source. In the middle of the room sat my grandmother at a white table, in a white chair. She held her face in her hands and her eyes were closed… as if she were sleeping.

I was in the room with a childhood friend of mine. We walked around the room, searching for a way out. We just walked along the walls of the room, looking for seams but could not find any. I kept looking back to my grandmother, she did not move. My friend cursed several times because we could not find a way out. I quickly looked back to my grandmother because that was one thing you did not do in front of her… curse!

I was then awakened by my mother screaming and crying from her room. All of us ran into my parent’s room to see what was going on. My mother was sitting on the bed, sobbing. As we walked into the room, my mother told us children that she had just gotten off of the telephone with our Uncle, her brother. He had told our mother that our grandmother was found in her bed and that she had passed on.

At that moment all I could do was just stand there as if I were frozen. I could not move. My sister and brother had jumped on my mother’s bed and they were holding one another, crying. I could not move a muscle for what seemed to be an eternity. I was very young, and there was no reason for a little boy who usually dreamt of being Superman to have such a strange dream. Was this paranormal or coincidence? Was this my grandmother’s way of letting me know that she was not in pain, and that she died peacefully? I would like to believe so.

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