Jenny

Experience submitted by Jenny Resnick

I once had a very extraordinary experience with a poltergeist, which I only understood because of a revealing nightmarish encounter with a ghost.

A Haunted House Gathering

Some years ago I went on a small retreat with a group of close friends as well as some acquaintances I made through Belsebuub’s various courses. We wanted to have a few days in nature to get a break from the business of the city and focus on various meditation, astral, dreams, and self-knowledge exercises we had learned in those courses. One of my friends found an affordable chalet not too far outside the city and so we booked it off and organized our little gathering.

The moment we arrived at the chalet, something felt rather odd. It was evening time, the sun had already set, and the darkened winterscape and bare tree outlines gave the place a bit of an eerie feeling — I assumed that was why I felt a bit uncomfortable.

While we were unloading our things, some people went for a walk and I stayed behind with my husband and decided to rearrange the house so as to create a more cozy and pleasant gathering space, a makeshift meditation room, and so on, as well as incense the room. While doing that things began to go a little funny.

Paranormal Activity

While moving couches in one of the rooms the fire alarm from the smoke detector went off without anything to set it off. I worried that perhaps it would alert the fire department and didn’t want them to drive all the way out to the place over nothing, after trying to turn it off unsuccessfully I asked my husband to remove the batteries from the smoke detector temporarily. He removed them, but the detector paused for a second and then continued to beep without the batteries in there.. unexplainable and eerie…

I then had a small accident while incensing which seemed completely bizarre. I just couldn’t understand how the burn could have happened. It was not logical, but I just suddenly had a burn on my hand from a flame that seemed to have a life of its own — jumped off and floated rather abnormally onto a plastic bag that I reached to put out and burned myself on. Sure it’s possible to burn yourself, and accidents can easily happen, but the way that flame moved and that incident unfolded was completely unnatural.

I could tell my husband was a bit uncomfortable due to the environment and these happenings, but neither of us said anything.

Hearing Voices from the Other Side

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Everyone got back to the cabin, and exhausted from the drive up we decided to do a short meditation exercise and go to bed.

During the meditation exercise I began to hear voices. Whispers in my ear that sounded like incoherent babble with some audible swear words in there. They were swear words and expressions I’d never ever used (they were silly and even had I chosen to swear I’d never think of using those particular expressions — they were clearly not my own thoughts / words). I brushed it off as just being tired though and went to bed. The following morning I mentioned this to a friend who said she experienced the same thing during that meditation.

A Presence in the Woods

At night we did some more practices and once again I heard the muttering whispers in my ear. The same thing happened at night as I was trying some astral projection exercises as I went to bed.

A Nightmare

I awoke in the middle of the night from a terrifying nightmare, to the sound of myself screaming. It was the type of scream you’d hear only in a true nightmare, something abysmal. The sound of suffering and being unable to escape — I was surprised at myself as I heard my own voice making those unusual sounds.

My husband was shaking me and calling my name, telling me to snap out of it and that it was just a bad dream, yet it took me a few solid minutes to shake off the feeling of horror from the nightmare and actually wake up and then be able to speak and explain what happened.

Not to digress, but the feelings that nightmare brought out in me were incredibly low — very low energy-based, and very difficult to shake off afterwards. It took me a while to really stop feeling afraid, even long after I had woken up and knew it was just a nightmare.

Belsebuub explains a bit about the darker feelings experienced in nightmares in this video:

Meeting a Ghost in a Dream

In my dream / nightmare I was in a house and there was a man there. I felt he was up to no good and a bit crazy, felt incredibly uncomfortable that he was there, and tried to alert the other people in the house that that man shouldn’t be in there. The man was asked to leave at my request, though not directly by me.

Encounter with a Poltergeist in a Nightmare

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Later in the dream I stepped outside the house, trying to walk “home” and the environment suddenly felt eerie. I could tell I was in a slightly different place outside though — more similar to the vibe of the neighborhood I lived in in the city. I felt alone outside in the dark and suddenly realized I was there by myself face-to-face with that man. He was upset that I was the cause of him being kicked out and was there to challenge me.

I suddenly realized that he was completely livid, but also very crazed — his eyes were black and completely hollow, the kind of look that was hypnotic and somehow evil and impossible to escape, and all he wanted was revenge and to have me out of his way. The look in his eyes reminded me of something abysmal — someone who could not be reasoned with at all.

I became incredibly frightened and paralyzed with that fear. I stood there frozen, while the man ran at me with a big knife aiming to stab me, and I was stuck in place against my will, unable to escape. That is when I began to scream in the dream, which also came through physically, and that’s when my husband began to wake me up.

Once I snapped out out of my shock from the nightmare, the dreadful feeling of which I couldn’t shake off for hours after, I noticed that a bunch of other people were up as well — awoken by my screaming. Apparently they had an uncomfortable night as well, some of them had bad dreams too. My husband had a nightmare of a similar nature just 10 minutes before I did, which is why he was awake to notice me having a nightmare and tried to snap me out of it. He said he had a dream with a man in the house that shouldn’t have been there…

It was hard for me to fall asleep afterwards. I was too shaken up by the nightmare, and that man with the knife. Not to mention, every time I came close to sleep again I began to hear his obscene whispers…

The Story of the Place

The following day we were all discussing what had happened through the night. I described my nightmare in more detail. A few others said they had uncomfortable dreams, the experience of someone hovering over them, the whispers, etc. It was odd that so many people had such a strange night.

After having this discussion seated in front of the fireplace I saw a bound book on the mantle. I picked it up and began flipping through. The book was the story of the chalet. It was a cottage that was a part of a government-owned conservation society and told the story of the place. I skimmed through it — read that it was donated to the society by kids who inherited the chalet from their parents some years ago but had no interest in its upkeep… and then flipped through and landed on an interesting part: the story of the man who built it.

The book explained that the chalet was built by a couple. They raised their kids there, who later moved away, and the elderly couple remained to live there by themselves. One night the wife passed away in her sleep. The husband was so completely distraught at that that he lost his mind. He didn’t want his wife taken away or to part with her.

The cabin being remote, it wasn’t until days later that friends came by to check up on the couple after not seeing them for a little while and found the man guarding the front door with a knife in hand — he didn’t want anyone near the house, didn’t let anyone get inside, and just stood there babbling incoherent swearing.

According to the booklet the man never recovered from the shock of losing his wife and the crazed state of mind it put him in, and the following years continued to be unfriendly and hostile, refusing to allow people in the house, threatening people with a knife, and just muttering obscene words and incoherent sentences to himself.

It also mentioned he spent his time wandering through the trails in the forest, muttering to himself (could that be the explanation for feeling followed in the forest trails the day before?). After a few years of this going on his children relocated him to a retirement home, where he passed away a few years later.

Piecing It Together

I had heard that people who had very strong personalities in life, and people who had some kind of terrible mental / emotional upset or disturbance near the time of their passing would often linger around the places they lived in in that very state. I also read Belsebuub’s explanation about people’s “personalities” or ghosts carry on doing the same things they’d done in life after death, lingering around their old hangouts and familiar places, and also that it was possible to meet these ghosts in the astral.

Reading through the history of the place I was left speechless. Suddenly all the different events of those few days made sense. I realized the man I saw in my dream must have been that very man, the builder and former owner of the chalet, and he carried on his crazed and disturbed behavior from those late years in life right into his death. It appeared that his ghost was still dead set on not having strangers in the house, on mumbling obscenities, and trying to scare “intruders” away with a knife in hand.

Through those few days, I, as well as others there felt his presence as a strange disturbance in the place, heard his strange murmurs, felt his “suffocating” presence at times, especially in moments close to sleep where the barrier between the physical and astral world (where dreams take place) seemed more loose. But none of us thought of ghosts, nor knew anything of the history of that place to jump to any conclusions. We thought of the possibility of negative entities trying to disturb our weekend, but that’s about it.

meeting a ghost of a deceased person in a dream

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It was really that dream that provided a setting for meeting the ghost / poltergeist up close and personal, and gave a context and some insight into the situation. It was through the dream that I was able to feel his angst, his violent attitude, and understand what all the swearing and disturbances were about. I could see that his ghost was still lingering around the place and was disturbed by our presence. I understood his behavior. He seemed trapped in low states, unable to shift or move on.

I could also see that I seemed to get the brunt of the negative experiences partly because I was in the part of the house he was in most (the original few rooms he had built, and not the addition later added to the house), and partly because I was the one doing all the rearranging of furniture, the clearing of the environment with incense and so on. I was disturbing him and his way of being in that place, and he showed his objection as best as he could.

Though not the most pleasant, it was a really unique experience to have — a way to see a clear connection between waking life, the dream world, and even certain elements of the afterlife of a deceased person. It was incredible to be able to obtain information from dreams and then verify it physically.

One other really weird coincidence about it all was that the booklet mentioned the man lived out his last few years at a retirement home that was situated at the end of the street I lived on in the city at the time. Could that be why I saw myself outside in my neighborhood outside in that nightmarish encounter with the ghost?