New auctions just up on eBay:
- Plastic Jesus signed trade hardcover
- Guilty But Insane signed numbered hardcover (#316)
- Wrong Things hardcover by me and Caitlín R. Kiernan (signed by both of us)
- 5-CD audiobook of Clapton: The Autobiography by Eric Clapton, read by Bill Nighy
- 7-CD unabridged audiobook of Neil Gaiman's The Graveyard Book, read by Neil Gaiman
The Slenderman painting is still available too. And speaking of spooky shit, here's a comment I posted on a
ontdcreepy Personal Experiences post last week. Stuff like this never happens to me, and if it does, I don't much like to talk about it for worry of seeming a Special Snowflake who wants to experience Special Things. I don't know about the snowflake part, but I could happily go the rest of my life without another night like this. (There was one more after the experience related below, but no more since then.) However, since I feel like I haven't been posting much interesting reading here lately, I give you this unembellished:
I'm very interested in supernatural things but not at all sensitive to them. My mom sees ghosts sometimes, but I don't (and would be scared shitless if I did). However, a couple of times over the years I've woken up with the impression that something had been bending over my bed. I never exactly saw it, but even though I got the idea it was desiccated and corpse-like, I (oddly for me) didn't feel scared or threatened by it.
Last night, though, was BAD. I couldn't get to sleep until after the sun came up because every time I'd start to drift off, it felt like something tall in a hood or cowl kept leaning over my side of the bed. It wasn't exactly scary, but it was so disconcerting that I almost went around to the other side of the bed and slept on the floor, but I didn't want to leave my boyfriend ... exposed? He said he sensed it too, but only after I told him about it, so that could be the power of suggestion.
It wasn't sleep paralysis -- rather the opposite, as I kept tossing and turning and flailing about. I don't know. Creepy but interesting.
- Plastic Jesus signed trade hardcover
- Guilty But Insane signed numbered hardcover (#316)
- Wrong Things hardcover by me and Caitlín R. Kiernan (signed by both of us)
- 5-CD audiobook of Clapton: The Autobiography by Eric Clapton, read by Bill Nighy
- 7-CD unabridged audiobook of Neil Gaiman's The Graveyard Book, read by Neil Gaiman
The Slenderman painting is still available too. And speaking of spooky shit, here's a comment I posted on a
I'm very interested in supernatural things but not at all sensitive to them. My mom sees ghosts sometimes, but I don't (and would be scared shitless if I did). However, a couple of times over the years I've woken up with the impression that something had been bending over my bed. I never exactly saw it, but even though I got the idea it was desiccated and corpse-like, I (oddly for me) didn't feel scared or threatened by it.
Last night, though, was BAD. I couldn't get to sleep until after the sun came up because every time I'd start to drift off, it felt like something tall in a hood or cowl kept leaning over my side of the bed. It wasn't exactly scary, but it was so disconcerting that I almost went around to the other side of the bed and slept on the floor, but I didn't want to leave my boyfriend ... exposed? He said he sensed it too, but only after I told him about it, so that could be the power of suggestion.
It wasn't sleep paralysis -- rather the opposite, as I kept tossing and turning and flailing about. I don't know. Creepy but interesting.
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ETA because lol I guess I could have given more information there eh? It sounds like the textbook definition of an energy being. They basically just hang around people, although usually only people with some sensitivity or experience with reiki and related energies can see them all the time. I also refer to them as tulpa/thoughtform seeds because they're easily molded by people's impressions or imagination...I think it's pretty likely that the thing in my closet started out as one of those. They look creepy (sometimes REALLY CREEPY, I speculate probably because whatever you're seeing is whatever the first person who 'sensed' them lurking in the dark imagined them to be) but are harmless.
Edited at 2012-08-20 12:05 am (UTC)
Edited to add that tulpas keep coming up in my conversations lately.
Edited at 2012-08-20 04:20 am (UTC)
It's your choice to keep it around or not - but do keep in mind that the longer you keep it around, the more...solid? it can get, which is probably why you can see it now. I kept one around for about a year intentionally once, it was kind of fun, but towards the end it started creeping me out just because it would do things like sit on the couch next to me and other people could see it just sitting there. It can get kind of eerie. And (IMPORTANT) if there's a lot of bad 'energy' in the house - talking relationship-type energy here, like bad blood, not anything you can clear out with a cleansing - it can become a catalyst for (potentially very nasty) poltergeist activity, even if nobody in the house is 'of age'. But you should be able to get rid of it any time you want...so just keep that in mind if it starts making you uncomfortable.
It would probably also be good to keep in mind that TMK most reiki practitioners advise getting rid of them as soon as you notice them, and as you know I sometimes take stupid risks, although I try not to advise others to do the same P: but the fact is that most people (almost everybody, most likely) have a few of these hanging around their whole lives, and suffer no ill-effects, except the occasional haunted house (as they can easily take the form of a 'haunting' if you believe your house to be haunted). So I don't think it's anything to be concerned about.
But yeah if it were to have a message for you basically we're getting out of energy being territory. And it's being really ineffective about it. You could ask someone you trust to do some kind of reading to be sure, in case it's having trouble communicating...I would volunteer to do a quick tarot reading but I haven't used my cards in awhiiile and I definitely won't be getting any accurate readings from them, they've been packed away in the basement. But yeah, a quick one-card reading on it should clarify that, if you're worried; or at least, that's how I would do it, I don't really recall how much you're into/trust tarot and other divining tools.
I would just as soon it were a basic energy thingie, no message wanted or required. ;-P
Thank you for all this!
You've spent most of your youth transforming your thought processes and processing what's happened with and around you into words, and some of that is very very dark territory. It can be read that Lost Souls is being in the wrong body/wrong town, combining those with the body horror of pregnancy. Exquisite Corpse is how bad relationships can consume people, literally, and Drawing Blood has the "oh my God, do I have AIDS" fear.
Lest you think I'm going into self-serving territory of saying "you know, you need to write, and soon. Preferably Lost Souls 2 (squee) (and yes, I know it's already been written ;P)" where I'm going is, you have a fuckton of creative energy and the fact that you're painting cyclones and slenderman means to me that you've got some more dark energies you're deep down wanting to work through, and they're manifesting, not necessarily as evil beings, but evil LOOKING beings.
You've always had an outlet for some really heavy shit, and when you switched to Rickey and G-Man, there wasn't anywhere for the dark stuff to go.
I hope this makes sense.
Maybe your paintings will exorcise the ghosts you have now....
Last month, I stayed there alone to watch the dog and woke up at 5am to music coming from down the darkened hallway. Because I'm a wimp, I decided to investigate in the morning, which is when I found out that the music came from this wind-up clown doll that had been inherited from my late grandmother's collection. It had started playing despite not having been wound in years.
But I also feel like I'm doing the "special snowflake" thing when it comes up.
Which is the point where I go "OH GOD I AM IN A STEPHEN KING STORY. PLEASE LET ME DIE WITH SOME DEGREE OF MERCY."
I'm surprised I was able to sleep despite the creepy clown music down the hall, but I think at that point, I was like "Whatever, house. If you were going to go all horror story on me, you had eleven uninterrupted years."
While I'm here, Billy, could you just confirm you're still using the PO Box I've had for you for years? Soon I'll have a book to send you.
I was just thinking that my only other distinct "experience" was when I slept in your haunted room and the ghost stopped me from being scared by patting my butt. Pervy ghost.
Ghosts got taste. ;)
It couldn't have been Howard Stern's "butt bongo"-ing ghost, he ain't dead (even bigger LOL)