A Visit from the Future
Something made me wake up one night and as I opened my eyes a young blonde man was starring me in the face. It was such a lovely face that I was not frightened by him. He told me that something major was going to happen to me and he showed me this very old staircase.
I kept looking for this over the years, thinking I might meet the man of my dreams there. I started to have heart troubles and then I got breast cancer. With all the chemo and radiotherapy my heart got worse. In the end they put me on the transplant list; I only had 24 to 48 hours left to live when a heart came through.
When I was well enough to walk around the hospital, I came across the old part of the Alfred hospital and there was the staircase. My heart donor was a 21 year old male so I gather it was him telling me what was going to happen. I feel so privileged to have met him.
“Night Marchers” on the Beach
I lived in Hawaii for 15 years and would often hear stories of ghosts that are specific to the Hawaiian Islands. One kind is known as the ―Night Marchers‖. They are supposed ghosts of dead warriors and/or royalty that periodically return to this world and march in formation once again. Just before I left Hawaii, I was camping out alone on a remote beach where I hoped no one would find me, but something did. In late May during the waning moon around 10 pm, I heard people walking by my tent. I thought they were fishermen out for a night dive so I just lay still and waited for them to pass, hoping not to be noticed.
That is when someone came to my tent and called out my name in a deep, guttural, masculine voice. I was petrified with fear because I knew it was something otherworldly. I was on an island where no one knew my name.
I later did some research; the Hawaiian moon calendar declared that that month and phase of the moon is when the ―Night Marchers‖ appear. The beach where I camped, Anae‘ho‘omalu was the site where two major armies met in the days of old for a showdown.
My Hawaiian friend said, ―Lucky you no get out of da tent.‖ It is said that if you cross their path, they will take you with them. Your body will be found and the doctors will put ―heart failure‖ on your death certificate. I don‘t care if people laugh at me; they ARE real. the end.
Something made me wake up one night and as I opened my eyes a young blonde man was starring me in the face. It was such a lovely face that I was not frightened by him. He told me that something major was going to happen to me and he showed me this very old staircase.
I kept looking for this over the years, thinking I might meet the man of my dreams there. I started to have heart troubles and then I got breast cancer. With all the chemo and radiotherapy my heart got worse. In the end they put me on the transplant list; I only had 24 to 48 hours left to live when a heart came through.
When I was well enough to walk around the hospital, I came across the old part of the Alfred hospital and there was the staircase. My heart donor was a 21 year old male so I gather it was him telling me what was going to happen. I feel so privileged to have met him.
“Night Marchers” on the Beach
I lived in Hawaii for 15 years and would often hear stories of ghosts that are specific to the Hawaiian Islands. One kind is known as the ―Night Marchers‖. They are supposed ghosts of dead warriors and/or royalty that periodically return to this world and march in formation once again. Just before I left Hawaii, I was camping out alone on a remote beach where I hoped no one would find me, but something did. In late May during the waning moon around 10 pm, I heard people walking by my tent. I thought they were fishermen out for a night dive so I just lay still and waited for them to pass, hoping not to be noticed.
That is when someone came to my tent and called out my name in a deep, guttural, masculine voice. I was petrified with fear because I knew it was something otherworldly. I was on an island where no one knew my name.
I later did some research; the Hawaiian moon calendar declared that that month and phase of the moon is when the ―Night Marchers‖ appear. The beach where I camped, Anae‘ho‘omalu was the site where two major armies met in the days of old for a showdown.
My Hawaiian friend said, ―Lucky you no get out of da tent.‖ It is said that if you cross their path, they will take you with them. Your body will be found and the doctors will put ―heart failure‖ on your death certificate. I don‘t care if people laugh at me; they ARE real. the end.
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