Hi, this is my first post, I hope you enjoy it. This happened to me a few years ago in my home town, Driffield, and I remember it was on Valentine's day. Me and my friend, Kerstie, were walking to her house one night. I forget what we were doing, but on the way to her house we had to pass this memorial garden. It has a few flowers, and a bench that faces a monument from the war, it's quite a nice place with a small river. There is a path that runs behind the bench, and this was the path we had chosen that day.
It wasn't quite dark and I remember it was around 6pm because there is a church not far from the garden, and the bells struck just before we walked by. We were both quite happily talking away until we came close to the bench. Then we both went silent, and turned to face the bench. It was very strange because we both did this at the exact same time, in mid sentence, and just stared for what seemed like ages. There was a man sat on the bench with his back to us. He seemed to be wearing a rather large coat, with a biggish collar, it was a greenish color, and he had a large bag next to him. I originally thought the bag was a small child huddled on the bench until I realized how large it was.
After what seemed like ages, but was most likely a few seconds, we both realized we were staring but we didn't seem to understand why. Then, at the exact same time, we both realized the guy had no visible head (I know it sounds lame but honestly it is true). Kerstie started to scream. She ran across the road and waited for me on the other side. I didn't quite know how to react and just continued to stare in shock. The guy didn't seem phased by Kerstie screaming, and this creeped me out a little. I thought maybe he was leaning forward, and his head just wasn't visible, so I slowly walked round the side of the bench, to see a front view. The whole time, he didn't move an inch. As I got closer, I saw that he wasn't hunched forward... He really didn't have a head... Just a gaping collar with blackness. Yet he had hands, and feet and everything else. He just sat there with his hands on his knees. At this point, fear got the better of me and I ran after Kerstie. As I caught up with her I paused and looked back... The guy was moving his arms... We then ran all the way to her house.
When we actually got home, it was the first time we spoke since we went silent and she said to me "You did see that didn't you?"
We then talked about the whole experience, and we had both witnessed the same thing... A headless man in green, sat with a bag on a bench. She also said that she thought the bag was a child too... I thought that was kind of odd. We thought maybe it was a guy from the war waiting for his lover, or grieving for a friend lost in the war, but I doubt we will ever know.
I know it seems unlikely but this really did happen, and if it wasn't for the fact that Kerstie saw it too, I'd wonder if I really did see it. I have seen other things but this is by far the scariest.
Thanks for reading :)
Kneeley
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Yes, it was a long week-end here in the USA, (Memorial Day week-end).
"Knee" huh? Well, you can call me "Abdomen", just kidding. :) We could be human body parts.
Yeah, I don't know what it would be like not to dream and especially not in living technicolor. I understand that all people dream, but they just do not remember. I think the best way to remember a dream is to ask yourself and your mind to remember, especially each and every consecutive night before you sleep. We are after all the master/mistress of our dreams.
I can't explain how I "know", but I just "know" that the dream was my past life dream. It comes with time and practice I guess, as in all things. I do know that a person will find signs in their waking life and reality of their past lives. One can tell by the material things they like and/or collect within their home. They can also tell by the people, places and things that they are strongly attracted to or have that deja vu feeling about. A good example would be that one person may like things from Egypt while another may like things from Greece. The feeling and knowing is very strong, and may be of great attraction, obsession or great revulsion, disgust or dislike. An example of a past life that one has total dislike for might be like when any mention is made about the Tower of London and/or London, England, they automatically are overcome by a feeling of total revulsion, fear and disgust. They may be reliving and remembering a past life that they had in London, England where they had a hard life, had been tortured and thier life ended in the Tower of London. These are but examples, but it may help one think about the subject of past lives within thier own concept of life and what they like or dislike in this present life.
The best way to get in touch with a past life is to observe, listen and be open. This is good advice for all things paranormal. The paranormal lies in between the daily life routine of things we as humans choose to filter out. Quit filtering and start observing. Well, that is how I go about past lives and the paranormal. Of course, my opinion and alway another's choice to choose to accept all, some or none.
Yes, do be inspired by all things even those things obscure as well as mundane. Never stop being artistic, dreaming and using all your wonderful and beautiful gifts.
Dream and Paint your life in living color "BIG",
As always, you are human, but you are spirit, and you are perfection,
Blessings, Abby