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From member ‘Sara’

I am not given to fancies very easily, but we inspected a house tonight for (Name withheld for privacy) Properties and I had a frightening experience I wanted to share.  It is a historic home probably built between 1860-1880 with 10-foot ceilings - huge home with two stories.  I went to turn out the light and something dark about the size of a Frisbee went right over my head on the left side and I ducked to avoid it.  I screamed and ran out!! 

We had all the lights on and it was lit up nicely with chandeliers all over in every room so it couldn't have been darkness or a shadow.  Also nothing showed up in any of the pix I took.

Miss Minas OBE

From ‘Hannibal’

About two weeks ago I was sitting doing some work at the computer with my two German Shepherds lying at my feet when I heard the ‘mewing’ of our cat ‘Miss Mina’ in the room with us.  I didn’t pay too much attention at first, and then the ‘mew’ came again a little louder and more urgent. I turned around in the direction of the sound, which should have been no more then 4 feet from where I sat and saw nothing there.  My two dogs both had their ears up, alert, and had their heads cocked to one side as if trying to figure something out.  They were also looking into the same direction at an empty space in front of them on the carpet.  Another ‘mew’ along with some of the kitty noises she makes when she wants some attention followed even more ‘mews’.  Clarice, the black shepherd, whined and tilted her head back and forth then moved forward with her snout and sniffed the thin air in front of her. Sam, the white shepherd, also did the same.  Both of their eyes were locked on something about a foot off the ground that remained unseen but was heard by all three of us.  There was no mistaking Miss Minas distinctive sound but she was nowhere in the room.  I arose from my seat and walked around the invisible presence and walked out into the hallway.  Again she mewed from the same spot back in the computer room.  I turned around and the dogs were sitting up looking downward and then both their heads turned in unison as they followed something that was moving away from them slightly.    From the hall I walked into the kitchen and then into the living room and spotted Miss Mina sound asleep on the couch against the far wall.  Silently I tip toed over to her and heard her tiny snores as she lay on her back with her fat furry belly sticking up.  I then heard the dog’s paws clicking on the kitchen floor and I turned to see them both following something small in front of them that was headed my way.  They continued this posture until whatever it was ‘jumped’ up on the couch where our cat lay dreaming.  Then suddenly she came awake, stretched, yawned and turned our way and sort of pulled her head back as if to say, ‘What the heck are you guys staring at?’

Just recently, San, from Guardian Tales (www.guardiantales.com) had told me a similar story of her own cats apparent OBE (Out of body experience) and also made a comment on it up on our Yahoo group.  I’ve also been running some Internet searches and have found that this phenomenon is becoming more and more frequent among pet owners.

Hmm, I wonder what is causing all this?  Any thoughts?

Limerick Cemetery

by Sarah

In 1994 my late husband Daniel and I traveled several times to the small town of Limerick, Ohio in scenic  Jackson County.  There we searched for the grave of his aunt Beulah Ann who had died from illness four days after her second birthday in 1928.  There are no records. Some of the tombstones were no longer  readable, but we took photographs anyway and went home to study them, hoping one might reveal enough data to prove Beulah Ann’s final resting place.  Unfortunately they did not.

A year or two later we went again and repeated our quest.  While we found at some of my husband’s relatives, we did not find little Beulah Ann’s grave.  We left knowing that she was there somewhere, but as there are no records, her location would be lost to history, and we were probably the last people to know about her.  My husband died in 1999.

A few years later I took my husband’s brother, Dale to the Limerick Cemetery and together we searched for little Beulah Ann’s grave and again to no avail.  However, digital cameras had just been released for purchase and Dale bought one.  We took quite a few photographs and later Dale enhanced them on the computer ,but again, nothing showed up and we had not seen a name even similar to Beulah Ann’s.  But knowing tombstones can easily missed we vowed to return.

In the spring of 2002 I became very ill with bronchitis and a sinus infection. I was coughing constantly and my chest and lungs ached while my breathing was labored.  I had not slept more than 15 minutes for over a week.  I was exhausted and weak.  My doctor prescribed antibiotics and other medications to include prescription cough syrup with codeine.  I had reservations about codeine, a narcotic, but I started taking it anyway.

It was morning and I was lying on the living room couch with my loyal little Chihuahua at my side.  The cough syrup would make me drowsy so I would doze for a few minutes and then awake in a fit of coughing or inability to breathe and have to sit up.  This had gone on for days. 

In one of the dozing spells something very unusual happened to me.  Suddenly I was out of my body and quickly out of my living room with my late husband Daniel.  I couldn’t see Daniel directly, but knew I was walking beside him and could see him out of my peripheral vision.  We were talking like it was natural to be there together.  I don’t recall what we were talking about but I think it was family history.  Soon we were standing on top of the hill on the edge of the Limerick Cemetery. 

“Beulah Ann is buried over there – straight ahead – under the trees,” Daniel pointed.

We began to walk.  I felt fine.  It was overcast, but not raining.  The temperature was perfect and the trees were full and green.  The air smelled fresh and the grass under my feet on the path was soft.

When we reached the trees there were at least six small tombstones.  I had not seen them before and then I woke up.  I sat straight up on the couch, still sick and very weak, but knew I had to go to Limerick, Ohio. I then fell back on my pillows.

Dale was at my house, taking care of me, bringing me soup and caring for my little dogs.  I told him, “We have to go to the Limerick Cemetery right now.  I know where little Beulah Ann is buried!”

I was too sick to sit up for long and not sure I could make the hour plus drive to Limerick, Ohio, but I was determined to go.  Dale, a great guy with an spontaneous nature, asked me if I was sure I was able to go.  I said I was.  Always ready for an adventure he replied cheerfully, “Okay, let’s go!”

                He helped me into the passenger’s seat of my minivan and off we went.  I was so sick I could barely sit up, so I reclined the seat and an hour and a half later we reached the scenic little town and drove up the hill to the cemetery.

I got out of the van forgetting how ill I was.  The air felt and smelled the way I remembered it from my out of the body travel only two hours before.  The sky looked the same.  The grassy path looked the same and felt soft under my feet.  I felt much better and I began to walk just as I had two hours before, except now my late husband’s spirit was not at my side. 

Dale got out his digital camera and took a photograph of me walking toward the trees.  Beulah Ann is buried over there – straight ahead – under the trees … I walked on.  When I reached the trees I was astonished to see what had escaped us on previous visits.  Just as I had seen in my astral travel several hours before were small tombstones, under the trees, probably the baby section of the cemetery.  Some stood lopsided, others propped against the trees or fence, and a few more were sunken into the soil.  Most were so worn away they were hard to read.  Some could not be read at all. Why had we not seen them before?  Perhaps shrubbery or other growth had hidden the little stones.  Dale joined me and began snapping photographs while we read what data we could.  Later Dale would enlarge the photographs on his computer to read what is not obvious to the naked eye. 

While none had Beulah’s name, one small tombstone had the crude handwritten etching of the name Bertha.  That was all – no last name or dates.   We believe this is Beulah’s grave or that she is buried under the trees somewhere in that section.  Perhaps some kind soul tried to preserve her name and misunderstood it to be Bertha.  We have been back many times since and we are following all leads to try to determine the exact location of her grave.  So far the best lead we have had was that from Daniel, as it would make sense that she would have been buried in the baby section. 

Strangely, when I returned home that day I began to recover quickly and was up and about.   I believe that my husband came to me in Spirit to help me recover and to solve this family mystery.