I tried an experiment in telepathy. My experiment partner was a young woman. I don’t know her personally so this reduces bias from familiarity.
Telepathy sends Mental thought
The subject was across the hallway, in another room. First, I mentally formed a sentence and repeated it continuously. The subject picked up the vibes and was able to accurately say what was communicated.
Telepathy communicates Verbalization
The same experiment was repeated, except that now a sentence was whispered. The position of the subject was far enough to eliminate the possibility of audible hearing. Again, the subject communicated the right sentence.
Visualization in telepathy: telepathic sighting
The subject is in a separate room across a hallway. I hold up an object. The subject said the name of the object. I was surprised. I tried several more times. I held up different objects and each time, the subject was able to name the objects. By now, I am beyond belief. I used to try telepathy experiments before but I had never achieved any accurate results. I turned to meditation to concentrate and focus. I think this made many improvements to my life.
The subject called her friends to come and witness repeats of this experiment. She asked her friends to try to visualize images, listen for audible sounds and use their mind’s eye to see. None of them were able to.
I am skeptical about telepathy so I’m going to say that this works only for the group of people who practice skills in concentration and sending energy vibes outwards.
I think meditation has trained me to focus my concentration. And when I use this focus for Telepathy, I’m better enabled to send out energy vibes.
There are several versions of the how the Ghost Bride came to be known as such.
1. The male ghost is given a living bride when his relatives arrange the matchmade marriage. This male ghost may have appeared to his parents in a dream, to request for a bride.
2. The male ghost is married in a ceremony, to a female ghost. Parents of both deceased bachelor and spinster arrange the marriage. This supposedly pairs spouses for the dead, to keep them company in the afterworld/ underworld.
3. A living male bridegroom is found for an unmarried female ghost, because for various reasons, she desires to be a ghost bride. She may have communicated to her parents that she desired a male bridegroom.
Netflix is airing The Ghost Bride, originally written by Choo Yangsze, a writer from Malaysia. This story is about Tian Ching, a young rich man, who died in the prime of youth. His family found a bride for him. She is Li Lan, a poor young woman, who is forced to agree to marry Tian Ching’s ghost, because her family desperately needs the money offered by the dead groom’s family.
The TV series is filmed in Mandarin language. The film directors are Quek Shio Chuan and Ho Yuhang, who are both Malaysians. The leading actress is Huang Pei-chia, acting opposite the lead actor Wu Kang-jen, also from Taiwan. Another actor is Kuang Tian, better known as a model. Although Kuang Tian is originally from Malaysia, he is based in Taiwan. The movie is set in 1890 Melaka.
She had her Stigmata, which was also her bane. Her strongest psychic aid was also her Archilles heel. Sometimes, her appendage refused to obey her brain’s command to move. She saw no practical use of her mark, save to remind herself she was one of the chosen, to complete a mission.
But her Stigmata wasn’t her only uniqueness. She also had her Third Eye. She developed her skill by telling her inner consciousness to utilize her Third Eye to send her messages.
“Where is my missing uncle?” she asked her Third Eye. That night, she had a dream. Her uncle was detained by the immigration authorities for over-staying on his social visit visa. She couldn’t believe the manifest message, and thought she should decipher it for a hidden, latent message.
A few days later, she received word from her aunt that her uncle had indeed, been detained. Whatever her pineal gland communicated in the created dream was true.
Now that the fiction part is over, the psychology part is below.
Find Your Third Eye.
I studied Clinical Psychology. One course was on Inner Consciousness. My mentor was an academic from South Africa. She designed a lesson on developing our third eye by making us try to train our pineal gland. It is a legendary gland, allegedly situated deep inside your forehead. We were supposed to get acquainted with our pineal gland. Scientific facts say it secretes melatonin, a hormone that regulates the sleep pattern. Psychology says our pineal gland is much more.
How to communicate with our pineal gland:
Step One – Go to a quiet place, like your inner sanctuary in your home.
Step Two – Close your eyes. Concentrate to focus on your pineal gland. Talk to it. If you seek answers to difficulties, ask it to help you. Ask one question at a time.
Step Three – Ask your pineal gland to send you the answer to your question.
Step Four – Pay attention to stimuli around you, happenings, thoughts, gut feelings and dreams. Your pineal gland may send you the answer through any of these channels.
After you receive your answer, then you can repeat the steps to ask your pineal gland another new question. You should only ask one question at a time.
Meaning of dreaming of a third eye:
What is the meaning of dreaming of a third eye? You have two eyes. A third eye can mean someone is watching you.
I don’t believe in ghosts but after several strange sights and sounds, its time to talk about the ghosts in my home.
This story has several creepy elements like graveyards, sounds, shadows, lost object and orb.
This post documents my encounters with extra-ordinary phenomena. (I’m still not ready to attribute unusual activities to ghost/s).
In case you’re wondering why I didn’t ask a priest to come and bless my home to exorcize and exonerate the spirits – well, I did do something of the sort. I obtained blessed holy water from the church. I sprinkled drops of it in each and every room in my home. In spite of my action, the sounds, orb and shadows persisted.
I live very near to at least five cemeteries/ graveyards. Four have been redeveloped to become residential estates, a school, an old age retirement home and a temple. The fifth lay untouched for unclear reasons. It was the final resting place of immigrants from a certain country and culture. I would think that it may not have been feasible to contact relatives to collect the remains if the graveyard was exhumed. My apartment sits smack in the middle of the four former and one still existing graveyard. The latter is on top of a hill holding many private residential estates. A public children’s playground is its neighbor. You are right in assuming I played there when I was a kid. On the one and only occasion I was there to sit on the see-saw and slide, the hairs on my arms erected. In broad daylight. I never had the enthusiasm to re-visit that playground again.
I had heard sounds in the corridor running from the living room to the bedrooms. I thought they were caused by heat and cold. The home expanded during the hot day and contracted as temperatures fell at dusk. As building materials contracted, they emitted sounds. I can’t explain why the corridor, which is the innermost section of the home, was most susceptible to temperature changes. To be fair, I often hear the structures at my windows releasing sounds. They go “tick” or “tuck”, like a finger nail clicking on the metal.
Sometimes, I thought I saw shadows at the corner of my right eye or left eye. It was fleeting and I thought it was a trick of light caused by changes of position of the sun as the day progressed.
August 8 2018:
I had just woke up early in the morning at around 6 am. I was still sleepy and struggling to pull myself together to get out of bed. I heard a couple of noises which sounded like they came from the kitchen. I walked in and switched the light to check. I had a look to check for intruders, but nothing seemed out of place. I dismissed the noises. Mabe a lizard ran across the kitchen counter and hit some utensils.
That night, as I was preparing to cook, I discovered my broad, white, plastic spatula was missing from the drain board at the sink. I have always placed it there after each washing. It was inconceivable that it could be misplaced elsewhere. Nobody else touched my spatula. Where could it have gone?
I deduced that the spatula may have fallen from its standing position on the drain board atop the sink. Why wasn’t it on the floor where it should be if it had fallen down? Directly below the drain board, there is an open bin to collect kitchen waste and trash. If the spatula fell, it could have landed inside the bin and gone undetected. I had cleared and emptied out the bin without checking what was inside it. Were the sounds I heard related to the spatula falling?
The big mystery is – how did the spatula lose its balance and got dislodged from its resting place on the draining board?
One day, I opened a closet in the hallway, to clean it out. I removed all the junk and tossed them down the diposal chute. Then I used a broom to sweep the flooring of the closet. Suddenly, I saw a ball of bright light fly out of the closet. It was the size of a tennis ball. It was floating at a height around my chest level. It flew in a straight line along the wall and disappeared.
I have several more anecdotes to narrate and will be telling more stories on “ghosts” in my home soon. Please come to visit updates to this post again. Thank you.
I also have a few projects on “ghosts” in dreams, and the meaning of dreaming of dead people. Please follow this blog to keep in touch.