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It's all illusion folks. It's a blinding light show! But, in the end we Triumph. And, this is worth the 8 minutes of listening time.



And from where I stand
I reach my hand
To catch a love blow
But the selfish stare
Though electric air Is a blinding light show
I see the face
That has no place
But somehow knows
The truth is clear
But hiding here
In the blinding light show
The blinding light show
The place is strange
The colors change
The dancer slows
And shifts his pace
And lifts his face
Into the blinding light show
A naked heart is Quickly torn apart
And the burning grows
When you try to think
It only makes you sink
Into the blinding light show
The blinding light show The blinding light show
And while the crowd keeps Calling out "Hoorah"
Their greedy hands Keep clutching out
"Hoorah, hoorah, hoorah"
The aimless mob is calling out "Hoorah"
And unseen candles Burning out
"Hoorah, hoorah, hoorah"
The blinding light show
The blinding light show
And the sounds of truth
Ring hollow In this pretense world of show
And the footlights Burn their pathways
As the profits come and go
And the seeming some-day singer
Lives the Carney Barker's dream
Selling all by saying nothing in The language of a scream
The language of a scream
And the blind shall Lead the sighted
As we lose the candle glow
No one knows tomorrow
In the blinding light show
The blinding light show
The blinding light show

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Davey Moore

Me and two other guys were walking around in an abandoned biotech building on campus(This is the URI campus). We called it the Skag Factory because we imagined heroin addicts crouched around in there and acting all like Gollum. It was a place we would vandalize.

At about 3am we were screwing around in the place. All we were on, or doing was drinking, and we drank at around midnight. I say this because the first thing people ask is, oh, you guys were high. We weren't. We were pretty sober actually.

Anyway, we were about to leave when my friend Wilson said he wanted to check out one more room. So we went in there and looked around. Suddenly we heard a noise, it sounded like somebody with a high pitched voice, and distinctly human mind you, go 'woo woo woo'

We turned around and saw a disembodied face floating there. It's head looked like the scream except there was no mouth. It just floated there and we stared at it for about four seconds. It didn't go away when we looked at it or anything. It just sort of stared back.

Suddenly Wilson just ran, and so did we. We got back to Wilson's frat house and crashed in his room, we smoked. Then in the middle of the night, Wilson kept waking up suddenly. He would scratch at his face, and do all these weird things. He would essentially throw tantrums. He would say to us 'I can't control my body, but I can control my mind'

The next day he essentially ignored us and was busy working on a piece of paper. It took him like hours. Finally he came to my other friend's room(it was me, Wilson and Ralph), and showed us it was a handmade ouija board thing. It was very detailed. The numbers went up to 250.

Outside of the building, there are tree trunks and pieces of trees that were cut down. Wilson taped the ouija thing to one of the trunks and dragged it into the abandoned building. We didn't help him, it was a foolish venture.

When he came back he said he knew the name of the ghost. Her name was Rita and she died when she was little. Supposedly, she was supposed to be a doctor.

A week later, Wilson's parents pulled him out of school. He's on a leave of absence. He certifiably lost it. I saw something which I'm pretty damn sure was a ghost, and a friend of mine who I always thought was a stable guy, was driven insane.

After that me and Ralph would go back there and investigate. Surprisingly, in the room right next to where we saw the ghost, there was a tiny little fetus skeleton propped up, as like an example of human anatomy.

Once when we went back, we were on acid, and we didn't see anything but I posed the theory that perhaps ghosts are merely trapped spirits of people who couldn't accept death, because surely a small child couldn't conceive of death, coupled with the fact that perhaps the buildings one lives in and such absorb the memory of those who live there. And the appearance of ghosts is like a faint echo in the fabric of the universe where the memories come back up.

My second story is this: My mother's friend, Lori, she claims to know about all the supernatural stuff and she claims she can see spirits. A member of my mother's group of friends(Lori was also in that group), his name was Anthony, and his brother died in the Station Night Club fire in Rhode Island, the one with Great White. Anyway, for a couple of days after his death, his spirit kept showing up, or at least his voice or something. Finally she relented and told Anthony that she couldn't sleep, his brother had been appearing before her and talking to her, telling her that he wanted to be buried in his jeans and boots. Anthony, knowing Lori has a history with the whole spiritual thing, and looked around in his brother's house. Anthony found a box in his brother's closet where there was a paper that was a sort of will thing, and it said he would like to be buried in his jeans and boots. When Anthony asked his brother's wife about this, she had no idea.


I don't know exactly what's going on, but I do know that it's foolish to outright deny a phenomena that is so widespread and has so many eyewitnesses.

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BTown

This is exactly how I feel. If you watch the video I posted on the first page the man talks about this along with many other ways ghosts exist.

And everytime I've seen a ghost I have run. I always tell myself the next time I see one aI'll stay but I can't do it.

It sure would be a lot easier if I had someone with me.

And In regards to what was said about people having to go through a traumatic experience in there life to have their eyes opened to the supernatural that would make sense for me considering I had cancer when I was around 2. I don't remember much of it besides that my first memory consists of something that happened during that time.

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Freebase Dali

Rita died when she was little? I assume that means "young".
And she was supposedly a doctor?


I'm not going to make any kind of claims right now. I'm just going to leave those two sentences up there for posterity.


P.S.... Why does everyone run?
Do no one just stand there anymore? Have the movies totally programmed your stories?
I dunno... floating head. It's not trying to kill me yet. Probably pretty interesting since it's a floating head and all. Fear? Yea, it's a floating fucking head. But this isn't the fucking Scooby Doo show. But even then, running away, as we all should know by now, doesn't put you at any sort of meaningful distance from a ghost, yea?

Why not just stand there and watch it?
Why be afraid?
Is that what movies taught you?



Hint fucking hint.

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Davey Moore

She was *supposed* to be a doctor. But her life was cut short. Get it?

You're a man who has done things like acid before, have you ever had a bad trip? Have you ever seen something in front of you totally foreign, alien, that sends a paralyzing shiver up your spine, that totally upends your beliefs(before this I didn't believe in ghosts), and gives you an absolute sense of FEAR, the raw primal essence of the most base and strongest emotion? Do you know what that feels like? Your mind is no longer in control. Animal instinct is.

Think a little bit before you accuse me of being a fucking child, with your Scooby Doo analogies.

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Freebase Dali

Sorry about that. I should have mentioned that I meant that second part in a general sense, although it applies to your situation.

Yea I've had a lot of bad trips. But you don't see ghosts and monsters in bad trips. At least, I don't.
I know what fear is, and I know how I respond to it. Believe me, when you're walking around in a desert in Iraq and mortar shells are exploding around you, you run and you're afraid.
I know about fight or flight. It's a life preservation mechanism. I just wonder why people always run from something they've grown up at least knowing about, and mostly knowing that it can't/probably won't hurt you, and is like the one opportunity to really get up close and experience.

I'd kill to have saw something like that. Fear or not, I don't think I would have run away. If I did, I would hope to have stopped and went back out of sheer curiosity. But since I don't see ghosts and never will, all I can do is hope someone else mans up enough to see the experience as more than just another case of someone not being able to rationalize in the face of fear.

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Davey Moore

Sorry to snap at you like that, but yeah, that's why me and the friend who didn't go crazy kept going back into the building. We were both insanely curious afterwards, but we froze up in that moment and just wanted to get the **** out.

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The Edge... there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over.

duga

i sometimes wonder if i would run if i saw an outright ghost in front of me. i wonder the same about if i woke up and saw an alien at the end of my bed. at this point in my life, i would like to think i'd be more intrigued than anything. are there any stories of someone actually dieing from a ghostly encounter? not to my knowledge..

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VEGANGELICA

Hey, duga,

No, I don't believe ghosts or souls exist.

I *do* know that the human brain is very capable of believing coincidence is more than that. People also sometimes believe dreams are real. More seriously, various brain "glitches" such as seizures and other neurological troubles produce hallucinations that can be emotional, auditory, and/or visual.

Since people have been hoping desperately for life after death for probably hundreds of thousands of years, ghosts to me symbolize wish fulfillment as the mind tries to fill in gaps in knowledge by imagining the existence of ghosts. I also feel the concept of ghosts symbolizes people's fear of death.

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Scarlett O'Hara

Hard to say. I certainly don't believe in after life. I believe in eternal life. That can allow for the possibility of people not making it to certain dimensions after dying, so anything is plausable.

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