Alright...that's it. I am chickening out on this one. As soon as I posted Part I, some freaky accident happened again. Another big loss. Now going to put out fire again.
So that's no Part II or whatsoever. To summarize, we were beaten mentally, physically and financially under this unlucky spell. To add the latest, we had had (please stay as past perfect tense!!) at least 8 major accidents, i.e., an accident every 2-3 weeks. One of which was life threatening, immobilizing my hubby in bed for a 2 months, shattered his confidence, and made us put out fire hurriedly for the lost of opportunities incurred.
I consulted a psychic whom only confirmed my fears. When I became so desperate to seek the psychic's help again, I met with an accident while driving to see her, thus, cancelling the appointment. It was a neverending nightmare. Surprisingly, when I couldn't turn up to work quite repetitively because of the accidents, my boss didn't think they were excuses but went back to her church to ask. One day, she walked in and said to me grimly, there was something in our old house. We hadn't told anyone before, in case anyone thought we were crazy with our vivid illusions, but it felt so good that someone whom I saw everyday, knew what we were into.
On the whole, my relationship with hubby grew stronger to say the least. We have seen the weirdest phenomena and realized how fragile our lives can be under such power. We had only each other to lean on in times of trouble. And we really leaned on each other! We began to see material damages as negligible in life, as long as we have our health back to restart life. I felt my husband, perhaps with so much time to reflect, have become wiser. Both of us used to be perfectionists, and we would be upset when guests break or damage our collections that are irreplacable. Now he would say, "Aiyah, it's just material. Relationships are more important."
The other outcome of these episodes, was also the strengthening of our spiritual beliefs. We aren't religious, but we now respect the spirits and try to have a good Karma so to speak even though we didn't research much into that.
So I would rather dwell in the positives than the negatives of our tumultuous years while I was settling in Brisbane. I still had a good job, great relationship, and beautiful new home to come back to. Our cats which were traumatised were so happy when we finally moved too! The darkest cloud in our lives lifted.
Sunday, June 17, 2012
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
Close Encounter of the Third Kind Downunder Part 1
Of all the physical and emotional aspects I've come prepared to live Downunder, I did not come prepared for paranormal experiences. I have always been travelling alone for work and did come across some weird encounters; I didn't think I would be so taken aback by my one year of gruelling experience encountering "them" while trying to settle down here.
You don't have to believe it, and FYI, I'm not religious. I'm just here to share my experiences and hopefully you will enjoy reading it and don't have to go through it yourself.
PART 1: The Flying Min Min Lights
It was a Halloween moonless night and we were travelling along a highway in NSW in our campervan around midnight. My hubby and I were on one of those long holidays where we would drive all the way along the east coast and stopped wherever we wanted to sight-see.
We hadn't reached our campsite as the campervan had somehow refused to start while we were at the National Park. Once we were back on the road, we had a quick dinner and continued our journey back.
As we drove along the country road, everything was dark and meaningless, occasionally a few wild rabbits would dash across the highway. It wasn't really a grand highway, just a lane in each direction. There was no motorist anywhere in sight in either direction.
Suddenly, we saw some moving objects in the distance. They looked like torches and my hubby's instant reaction was to ask me to check if the windows were up, and all the doors were locked. Earlier in the day, a stranger had tried to climb into the van to pinch things while we stopped for a break. My gut instinct too was telling me whoever that was in front of us, was a mob trying to stop us as the fireballs led onto the side road. As we came closer, the torches appeared to be balls of fire like the ones used by buskers where they swing and juggle simultaneously. The balls were dancing randomly as though the holders were swinging them. After all, it could be one of the ways the Aussies celebrate Halloween? I held my breath back, and tried to think it was just a part of the celebration in a village.
As we approached the lights, as sudden as it appeared, they disappeared. We had the beam light on and surveyed the surrroundings, there was nobody, no houses, just an open field.
I heaved a sigh of relief although at the back of my head, there were unanswered questions. My hubby was quiet too. We kind of mutually dismissed it and went to sleep that night.
The next morning, we had brekkie at a roadside cafe and while I was wandering nearby, I saw a poster on a tree stump that talked about the history of the place. Legend had it that it was discovered by 3 aboriginal brothers who used to hunt at nights with their torches in that area. The last sentence sent a chill down my spine - you could still see their hunting lights sometimes as their spirits live on.
No shit. I tugged on my hubby's sleeve and after reading it, we both looked at each other.
We met an aborginal friend who didn't even lift an eyebrow when we told him what we saw that night. He nodded and said it was Min Min lights. "So what? Some humans you meet while travelling are more terrifying than Min Min." Quite true.
When we finally went home, I began online research. It is on wikipedia so if you really want to know the scientific explanation, there are already articles written on it.
Perhaps it wasn't paranormal as it has already been explained by science. But for us, it was a small but significant event followed by a series of "bad luck" which eventually led our lives in danger...(to be continued.)
You don't have to believe it, and FYI, I'm not religious. I'm just here to share my experiences and hopefully you will enjoy reading it and don't have to go through it yourself.
PART 1: The Flying Min Min Lights
It was a Halloween moonless night and we were travelling along a highway in NSW in our campervan around midnight. My hubby and I were on one of those long holidays where we would drive all the way along the east coast and stopped wherever we wanted to sight-see.
We hadn't reached our campsite as the campervan had somehow refused to start while we were at the National Park. Once we were back on the road, we had a quick dinner and continued our journey back.
As we drove along the country road, everything was dark and meaningless, occasionally a few wild rabbits would dash across the highway. It wasn't really a grand highway, just a lane in each direction. There was no motorist anywhere in sight in either direction.
Suddenly, we saw some moving objects in the distance. They looked like torches and my hubby's instant reaction was to ask me to check if the windows were up, and all the doors were locked. Earlier in the day, a stranger had tried to climb into the van to pinch things while we stopped for a break. My gut instinct too was telling me whoever that was in front of us, was a mob trying to stop us as the fireballs led onto the side road. As we came closer, the torches appeared to be balls of fire like the ones used by buskers where they swing and juggle simultaneously. The balls were dancing randomly as though the holders were swinging them. After all, it could be one of the ways the Aussies celebrate Halloween? I held my breath back, and tried to think it was just a part of the celebration in a village.
As we approached the lights, as sudden as it appeared, they disappeared. We had the beam light on and surveyed the surrroundings, there was nobody, no houses, just an open field.
I heaved a sigh of relief although at the back of my head, there were unanswered questions. My hubby was quiet too. We kind of mutually dismissed it and went to sleep that night.
The next morning, we had brekkie at a roadside cafe and while I was wandering nearby, I saw a poster on a tree stump that talked about the history of the place. Legend had it that it was discovered by 3 aboriginal brothers who used to hunt at nights with their torches in that area. The last sentence sent a chill down my spine - you could still see their hunting lights sometimes as their spirits live on.
No shit. I tugged on my hubby's sleeve and after reading it, we both looked at each other.
We met an aborginal friend who didn't even lift an eyebrow when we told him what we saw that night. He nodded and said it was Min Min lights. "So what? Some humans you meet while travelling are more terrifying than Min Min." Quite true.
When we finally went home, I began online research. It is on wikipedia so if you really want to know the scientific explanation, there are already articles written on it.
Perhaps it wasn't paranormal as it has already been explained by science. But for us, it was a small but significant event followed by a series of "bad luck" which eventually led our lives in danger...(to be continued.)
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