I have now realized that what my medium friend, Tim, told me from the first day I met him, that I am much more sensitive than I can imagine, is 100% true. This being very clearly demonstrated on Sunday, 4 October 2015.
My boyfriend and I took the twins to Johannesburg Zoo, and as we were driving around looking for a parking space, we realized that the Military Museum is also housed on the same premises. My boyfriend, being professionally trained in weapons and tactics, wanted to jump out of his skin at the prospect of going to a military museum. Having a son who is completely fascinated by soldiers (and guns), it was a no-brainer. We marched through the entire Zoo, making our way to the museum. As you enter the gate that separates the museum from the zoo, there is an enormous monument erected. It is basically a concrete gazebo, with an angel sitting on the roof. Engraved on all sides of the roof "SOUTH AFRICAN WAR 1899". The monument has 10 steps leading up to under the roof, and on the fourth step lay a wreath of dry flowers.
We entered the museum and all around stood restored weapons of all shapes and sizes. The sheer size of the ammunition that was used in many a global war was astounding. We entered a hall with a bust of General Jan Christiaan Smuts welcoming you at the door. Going around the partition the sheer volume of what this room held was breathtaking. Planes stood on the floor, suspended from the ceiling with deceptively fragile-looking cables. To our right, all along the wall, were examples of how the South African Military Uniform had changed over the years. The rear wall held photos of South African and British Generals and the Medals awarded for the various acts soldiers performed (I saw a medal that I knew my dad had received while doing his patriotic duty in the 80's, and learned that it Is a PRO PATRIA MEDAL "For Service in Defence of the RSA or the suppression or prevention of terrorism". I had a proud moment then). Being in front of this board, I was standing with my back to 2 airplanes that had been active in war. As I turned to face the middle of the room, I realized that I was standing directly underneath the tail of a plane. From here on I will explain a few things I experienced, with a link to a picture/pictures, and what I saw.
From the moment that I realized this, I was very aware of two things. Being under this plane made me very anxious, I felt like the plane was going to snap free from the cables and fall on top of me. Directly to my right was another plane, also suspended in the air, but this one did not give me this anxious feeling at all. Seeing as how I was basically boxed in, and I realized that though I was alone in flesh in blood, I was hyper aware of eyes following me. I was not alone in spirit.
My boyfriend had taken the twins to the toilet, and apart from another couple, I was alone. I decided to push through this anxious feeling I had and I started walking under this plane, taking pictures as I went along. As I got to the right wing of the plane, I realized a hatch was open in the belly of the plane. Foreboding hit me as I approached that open hatch and looked up, feeling very clearly like someone was looking back at me from inside that hole. I looked down again and noticed a staircase that had been erected so that one can actually climb up to look directly in to the cockpit. The stairs are a fixed structure, they do not move or sway in any way, and yet with every few steps I could feel someone climbing the steps behind me. As I got up to the level where I could see the entire engine compartment of the plane, which was covered with plexi glass, and just beyond that the cockpit, my attention kept being pulled to the left wing of the plane (so the wing to my right). I took a few pictures from this angle as well, being hyper aware of "someone" being in very close proximity to me as I was hit with wave upon wave of goose bumps. Though I had the anxiousness, I was not scared, if that makes any sense. I knew what I was sensing, but I did not feel threatened. Just anxious as to what may happen.
For those of you who are interested, it is a DE HAVILLAND "MOSQUITO" LIGHT BOMBER. On one of the pictures I took, there seem to be 2 orbs, one larger and brighter than the other, both green. I am not stating that they HAVE TO BE or MUST BE orbs, it is just the feeling that I get. On that same picture a face seems to appear, in the space between the big orb and the wing of the plane, though it could very well just be wishful thinking.
Http://imgur.com/1jfnE2S
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When my boyfriend came back with my boys I drew their attention to the back door of the hall, situated where this plane's tail was, and we all piled out of the hall to go and check out the next part of the museum. This was an enormous outside courtyard. There were two pristine jets standing at the entryway, with a small submarine as well as empty shells of bombs stacked all around. The jet to my left held no strange feelings for me, though I was very aware that a lot of eyes were following us as we walked. Stacked just past the jet to our left was an amazing collection of tanks. One drew my attention as the front wind shield was riddled with marks from bullets. I stood right in front of this tank and took a picture of the window. While standing there my whole body was tensed in anticipation, I kept getting mental images of the massive canon on this tank suddenly moving and pointing right at me. Tim, upon seeing the picture, zoomed in to the window. In the left corner of the window is an image of a soldier shielding his face with his arm, though this image comes and goes for me, I can't see him every time I look at the picture.
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Moving on I came to a spot where there is a glass case with some of the shells that were used in the tanks. Scary to think those huge things were sent shooting out of a weapon and what kind of damage they could inflict. The case was clear, I could see all the shells etc in it, but upon looking at the picture I took, saw a green mist on the left hand side that wasn't there when I was taking the picture. Focusing on it, I started seeing the figure of a young boy seeming to stand between the wall and the shells, and what appears to be some sort of distortion on the right hand side, where I can see a face. I took a picture of my boys close to this display, standing behind one of these weapons, and behind them, a little ways away, is a brick wall. Zooming in on that wall, we could clearly discern at least 5 faces.
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Not far from the glass case I took a picture of my sons, and I noticed, zooming in almost to the far right, between two brick pillars, there is a big vehicle (looks like a jeep or something). I can clearly see a man, with his right arm on the side of the window frame, looking toward my sons. Him I was drawn to. I had no idea why I felt I had to zoom in on the picture, but he is there.
Http://imgur.com/YFG6JGG
In the middle of the courtyard was a passenger plane. I got the same feeling from this plane as from the one in Jan Smuts hall. I knew I was being watched. I took pictures of the plane and was surprised to discover a few faces looking out of the windows. Again, no fear, just angst with being watched.
Http://imgur.com/CXASaBW
In front of and to the left of this plane, yet another one. This one had the emblem of the old SANDF on its nose. Again, I was hyper aware of eyes on me as I moved. The boys were still admiring the tanks, I was checking out the planes on my own. I snapped a few pictures of this plane and Tim could pick up on a few spirits around it, but apart from severe awareness at being watched, and head to toe goose bumps, I could not see anything. But the picture is here, if you want to try and see.
Http://imgur.com/b6vwsQ1
Going back to the entrance of the courtyard I took a picture of my son walking. To his right is a huge weapon, in front of it is the body of what looks to me like a small submarine, behind the sub is a wall with a very clear window. The barrel of a weapon seems to come right up to the window. It may be a trick of the light, but there is a face in that window.
Http://imgur.com/q73i6MU
In another hall, I was delighted to find a Sherman Tank. It had a platform with stairs around it so you could climb up and actually look inside. As I stood bent over the opening to see the inside of this tank, the platform shook, like someone was stomping up the steps heading towards me, and I suddenly had the feeling that I needed to get up and off of the platform, fearing that I would be thrown in to the hatch opening. Could be very bad paranoia, but I obeyed and got away. I also had a very strong feeling that I should not take a picture of the tank. No idea why.
I took nearly 200 pictures and I am drawn, inexplicably to some of them, only to realize that I caught a spirit, or a few, on the ones I feel a strong urge to study. However, I am posting this because of what I felt, the awareness of being around spirits. The reason I say this, is because I have learnt that, as with seeing beauty, it is relative. I may see something that the next person does not, but it does not discredit what I know I have seen and experienced.
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