Showing posts with label proof. Show all posts
Showing posts with label proof. Show all posts

Wednesday, 16 September 2015

Abbott has been deposed.




Will there be a difference?



In a move that came far too late, the Liberal party has ousted their leader Tony Abbot, with Malcolm Turnbull becoming Australia new Prime Minister.


 In my opinion Mr Turnbul needs to do four things to prove to the australian people that the rot began and ended with Abbott, and isnt spread throught the Liberal party like skidmarks on speedos.



1. Immediately support marriage equality. The law should just be changed back, as Howard's changes were unconstitutional. If that cant be done then a free vote needs to happen, now.



2. Immediately cease offshore detention of refugees, close those refuge prison camps and hold a royal commission into the atrocities that the policy and the officials in charge oversaw.



3. Make good on the election promises that Mr Abbott broke; changes to the ABC, SBS, Pensions, The NBN, Gonski, GST etc. This not only disgraced the Liberal party but undermined our system of democracy. We cant have our political parties saying anything to get voted in, with no intention of keeping to what was said. 



4. Proper funding to indigenous community, cease plans to close them.



Obviously there are other things that need to be done before taking the Liberals to an election, such as getting real counselors back into schools, stop the attacks on the poor and sick, real action on climate change, having a minister for women who is actually a woman, having a minister for science, a minister for equality?


The ministers responsible for bad Liberal policy need to go, and some should just never be given portfolios; Morrison, Hunt, Joyce, Pyne, Hockey, Abetz, Andrews, Bernardi, Fierravanti-Wells, Dutton and Truss, are ministers i think he would avoid for various reasons.




It remains to be seen if we just witnessed a bucket swap.




Monday, 17 August 2015

The ghostly wrestler?



Paranormal Hammerlock





 It’s time for another spooky tale of the paranormal kind. This is a true story it happened to me yesterday (16/08/2025).


It began Sunday evening as I was washing up, beside my sink there is a door to the sleepout or sunroom, and it’s kind of like a veranda that has windows on all the outside facing walls. At the moment the sunroom is used for storage. So anyway I am standing there washing up and I am startled by knocking on this door! You have to understand that the only other door to this room is in my bedroom and it isn’t used, it actually has furniture placed on both sides. The house is on stilts and the windows out of reach and closed. 


 SIMS 4 PLAN OF MY HOUSE

So I hear this knocking and I look at the door, which is about a meter from me. I think it must be echoing strangely and I go check the front and back doors, which are both locked and no one is there. I check next doors drive way and they are not home, besides it was too loud to be from them. So I go back to the kitchen, I am standing at the door to the sleepout and I reach out my hand, wondering if I really want to open the door. , And it comes again five loud knocks, this time see the door move, I flinch back my right hand that was just about to grab the door handle. I consider again if I want to open the door, instead I say “no one is home, you can’t come in” at the door and go into the lounge room to play some second son on the PS4.



 SIMS 4 COPY OF MY HOUSE


That night I had trouble sleeping again, I do suffer from insomnia, but I have also been under a lot of stress due to my boyfriend of almost 4 years dumping me for another guy. So sleep didn’t come easy and when it did, it seemed I woke almost instantly.
Eventually I must have gotten to sleep because I awoke lying on my stomach with my head facing the bedroom door. I looked and listened for a momentarily to determine what if anything had woken me up.











THE BEDROOM DOOR TO THE SLEEPOUT

That’s when I noticed my right arm, laying at my side, it moved. I thought for a second it might be a spasm, or maybe my arm was asleep, as it felt very strange. It wasn’t asleep though, it moved again, awkwardly. It’s difficult to explain, I am lying there and I am watching my arm lift off the bed. I didn’t take notice at the time but the covers had been pulled away from my right arm and back. My arm moves again it looks like it’s being lifted and manipulated by unseen hands, I am thinking I am having some kind of seizure or something. 


I can actually see the skin moving as my arm moves.As the pressure tightens i can actually feel hands and fingers, the hardest being on my bicep, the thumb pressing deep into my skin.

Then my arm is lifted and twisted more, and I realize My arm is actually being twisted around and behind my back, in like a hammerhold, a restraining move, like the police do. 

I lash out with my mind in panic! And it is gone; I am alone in my bedroom again. I quickly rollover, pulling the covers back on me, and I fall soundly asleep.

THE KITCHEN DOOR INTO THE SLEEPOUT


This was not the old hag, I have only had old hag visits while lying on my back, this was different. Needless to say I cleansed my house and slept a lot better last night. In the mirror this morning i see a bruse where the entitys thumb dug deep into my bicep. 

Its kind of faint and didn't show up too well on camera, but its there, and not in a place that i could have accidentally hit without a convoluted and memorable event.


Please forgive the dreaded red circle of unseeing.

Tuesday, 12 May 2015

The Haunted Lodge



The Haunted Lodge




I was five years old when my parents moved from Sydney to the mid north coast. They bought a dairy farm in a rural area between two small towns. It took about half an hour to get to any town via car.
A long driveway linked the house to the dirt road. The house was a big two story farm house, with veranda wrapped around one side. It was a large farm that had an old dairy and paddocks with grains. My favourite place was “down the river” where I climbed trees and appreciated the peace of nature.



My earliest ghost memory in the house was lying in bed and hearing the heavy wooden sliding door to an adjacent room open, from my position in the bed I could see a white woman walking through the adjacent room towards me. As she did the door slid closed behind her., she didn’t close it, it just slid closed. I was terrified, too scared to move, but as she approached about a meter away, I heard her say in a soft old lady voice “don’t be afraid of me, child” which of course made me even more scared so I did what any child would do. I hid under the blankets.




In that house there was a small room, adjacent to my bedroom in the above story of my first experience. I moved rooms a lot in that house, but I never moved into this room we called the “spare room”. I have many memories of dread associated with this room. I remember seeing the lights come on and off, the door (not a sliding door) would often slam shut by its self, I also remember hearing noises from the room. 

I remember at one time my older brother Stephany stayed in that room while he was between rental houses. He had his Amstrad computer in there and in A rare moment of kindness said when he moved back to town that I could play it. I remember I was sitting one night, in the room the computer on, and I was playing Strangeloop, when I felt an oppressive energy fill the room, like there was no fresh air, the door was open but the small window above the computer desk was not. The computer switched off, the door slammed closed, I got up and ran to the door but I could not open it, as much as I tried. The light then went off, as the switch was beside the door I flicked it on, (it was an old house with old wiring and old switches) the light flicked on, but straight away flicked off again. I am trying desperately to pull on the door, it wont open. I could feel the presence all around me, it was terrifying and then suddenly the door pulled open the light came on and I fled the room. I never went back in that room at night.




Many years later I had a friend staying over and he chose to sleep in the spare room, instead of a mattress on the floor in my bedroom. I didn’t want to seem like a wuss so I didn’t mention my fear of that room. A few minutes after going to bed he came back in and asked if I had gone in there, I had not and said so. He said he hoped it was me but thought it wasn’t, he said someone was standing above him, beside the bed and he felt absolute hatred coming from the shape. He refused to speak of it further and slept on the mattress on the floor in my bedroom after that. 



A few years later I was living in a room on the ground floor, there was a lounge and kitchen and two bedrooms there. My older brother (Jamie) was staying in the other bedroom as he had just separated from his wife. So I was still at school and most of my room was a mess, furniture and boxes filled one entire end of it. One night I wake up to the sound of this stuff moving, slightly at first then louder and more violently. I had my face to the wall and had no idea what it could be. Then the sounds got closer and I could eventually feel someone (thing) examining me, I was scared but put up my defenses and it moved on, it made my sliding door thump as it passed through it. So a few minutes later I hear my older brother Jamie, scream and yell my name, there was also a bang noise. I knew he had bad dreams sometimes so when he didn’t cry out again I just let it go. And I didn’t really want to walk out into the dark lounge where the thing had gone. The next morning I ask if he remembered calling out, he said he did, that something came from the lounge and attacked him in his bed. He said he kicked it off and it hit the wall with a bang. I then told him my half of the story and apologised for not coming to his assistance.



I was watching some Australian tv show, i want to say The Unexplained.
Anyway. So in this show there was some EVP, i don't know if they specifically called it that but it had a strange effect on me.
But i was fascinated, so i got a blank cassette tape, put it in the portable cassette player. took it down the river. Now i am not sure why i took it outside, the EVP on the show may have been recorded outside, i don't think it was though.
So i leave it down the river, and come back and get it the next morning.
My parents saw me bring the tape recorder in from outside, my father was not happy about me leaving it out all night, but my mother was curious.
I had to play it in front of them. A few seconds in, chanting started, in some other language, possibly aboriginal. but at the time i thought of monks or native Americans. My father took out the cassette and pulled out the tape destroying it. That is when i realised he probably did know the ghosts were real, but was too scared to admit it.



For a while my brother Stephany and his girlfriend Elephany lived in a caravan on the farm, though they used the house facilities. One night Elephany screamed and came running into the main house. She said she has been walking back to the caravan after using the toilet and seen a ghost. I grabbed a torch and went out and looked where she said the ghost was. And jumped six foot as a white shape moved in front of me on the path, and then after a close look with the torch I laughed.
Somehow a frog had managed to get into a white plastic shopping bag and was leaping around the path. I rescued the frog and we often advised my Elephany to watch out for ghost frogs.




Those are the main ghost encounters at that house, a lot of other stuff happend but don't make for interesting retelling.  I have had a few more in different places, which I will recount at a later time. If you have any questions or comments feel free to ask or comment.