Can the Dead Communicate Through Electronics? (And then alive, as well.)
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Nothing of the sort. Nothing demonic or supernatural about it.
We all know that one person who can hear the phone ring, and know it’s his brother Dale, who he hasn’t talked to in two years, but boldly announces to the room “that’s my brother, Dale.” (Landlines, of course).
I've seen this shit in documentary ghost busters. It has gone digital. Just another hoaxer profiting. However the equipment gets the esv/esp readings. Read the article. Is it accurate no. It's bullshit. If you flip a coin yes or no. Is it accurate. The probability is going too cause conjecture. Until we have billy the psychic goat. Baaahhhh. Topically what is the static? Electrics do fritz. But it is a reading and it causes spikes. It doesn't mean it is anything else. Although it is there and this shit has been fucked about with for thousands of years. The places that whisper, the echoes in the night. Places where the dead speak, supposedly. The day of the dead. The original Incans mummified royalty then paraded the mummies once a year and a shaman said what the dead spoke. The king was never the true king when past royalty always spoke. Sounds ironic yes. Easier to control the gullible. But. Shintoism every object had kami manifesting in them causing mostly luck or harm. It goes back to the old gods and the pantheons that ruled. Until far more is the occult. Seen the wicka charms and runes? These provide luck or the voodoo dolls.
This shit is trying to prove it. Using electronics to read it. I don't trust them. Running a magnet causes most of the same effects. It will distort any readings on electrics and in an area of sound causes?
Are there the ghosts. Not something I believe in persay, despite supposedly seeing them. I suffer from a rare sleep disorder, I fall into Rem in minutes, I was haunted by apparitions for years, and sensations where I'd get a feeling of something crawling up my skin. It was a sleep disorder. My brain went to sleep prior to my body. It causes affects. Sensory, physically. You know like pins and needles but not like pins and needles. Or sleeping with your eyes open causes. But sometimes quote on quote phenomenon hasn't. Chair that creaks and even moves, hours after somebody has sat on it, taps that turn on and leak, electrics that fritz. Even had a clock shatter. The glass exploded, for no reason. All probably have had logical explanations. Or give a shit. If you fear it. It will manifest.
It makes me think this topic is nonsense. They need to believe, because it gives another reason for existence.
I don’t doubt you, but I did recogn what was environ, vs nurture, vs nature, as I read.
And just so you know, I’m not talking about fancy meters, or measurable or unmeasurable ESP.
I’m telling you that I didn’t even know what I was looking up, until I did, and made this post.
I’m talking about when you wake up from a nightmare at 2am, with your heart racing bc you dreamt your brother was drunk, hurt, and trying to get in touch with you for the first time in two years. Then, while you are glancing at the digital clock, in your panicked sleepy stupor, the phone rings at exactly 2:00 am via the digital clock you’re squinting to see.
And it IS your brother, though he’s not drunk or hurt- but just wants to talk…… and so you stay on the phone until 6am.
I hate to go back to Dale’s brother, but how did *Fake know it was him.
Process of elimination only works with people you are in constant contact with.
Edit: * Dale’s brother
Why was it significant. The phone ringing prior probably caused your nightmare. You heard it, and in your mind caused a dream. Literally. You possibly thought or even spoke of your brother when you were drunk. Then you slept and it caused you dream it. If there was any other sounds, phone, split seconds are enough to have multi dimensional dreams.
I know I have had them. The sleep disorder I have has caused dreams in 10 seconds of sleep. Sometimes I start to dream before I am asleep, entering a dreamstate when I am still awake. You can test this yourself. I dare say almost everybody who passes out, enters a dreamstate. Not everybody dreams, remembers, when passed out. Most actually and actively do dream in this state. Simple method, not doctor approved, is simple compression on the chest. Seconds of being passed out is enough to have caused hours of assumed loss or entire dreams. I am not saying that's my sleep disorder. An example of dreams happening in seconds.
It caused in the previous reply, ghosts. Years I was haunted by a reoccurring dream of the shadow people, apparitions, see through. Male mostly. Twice female. My room exactly the same as if awake, darkened or not, the same layout everything the same as if my eyes were open. Except it was a dream, and there's a see through human silhouette. It approaches closer, it peaks my interest, a childlike curiosity, but it gets closer towards my bed. The same bed as if I am awake, and it is malevolent. I sense harm, I start to scream, but it's the Matrix Neo interview, no sound if you can't speak. I never dream of myself, I know it's me, but it never is visually me in dreams, unless I actually see myself lying there. I wake up I am screaming so loud it is deafening, enough to be heard like somebody having the worst done to them. Blood curdling screams. This reoccurred for years, along with the feeling of pins and needles, it wasn't pins and needles, it was horrible. Akin to something big, like a rat, really fast crawling up my leg and back, painfully scratching at it, all the way up it, shin to neck, most thighs, lower back, it felt like claws or hands. No marks on my body on inspection on awaking.
It stopped, I haven't had those dreams again. Don't want too. Had nightmares and screamed at them, since, talked myself awake in other dreams. Sometimes it wasn't even me speaking in the dream, it was somebody else in my mind, communicating in thoughts. But I wake up and I am stupidly saying something. It wasn't even important. The last time I dreamt a poem I awoke talking myself awake. Beautiful dream, I was some kind of an alter ego, Godlike, and there was this girl. But I woke up saying, Under the temple of the sky we danced, I chased, you ran, we embraced, I found you. I woke up with this booming in my head, booming thunderously, and me speaking it. I couldn't work out where it was from? It's from somewhere.
Enough of dreams. I hope you and your brother work stuff out.