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I actually had an explanation for the haunted chair. <g> I thought it
was a cat peed on it. Some old great uncle with a big Tom who sprayed
for years, then it sat in my Aunties parlor, polished every Friday until
it came to me, and we couldn't detect the fine aroma of cat anymore but
some chemical lingered that sent off warning bells in our struggling
brains. But see, the haunting thing is much more interesting. Haunted
chair vs. cat pee chair. You decide.<g>

Deb L, still glad she never sat in it.

Sharon Rudd

Perhaps the person(s) who made the chair had ugly
intent when it was constructed? Or someone along the
way projected bad feeling into it. Perhaps the Auntie
was thinking hatefull thoughts as she polished the
wood she cared not for. Objects can carry intent as
well as blessings...

' guess it would have been a real bummer to sit in it.

Sharon of the Swamp


> I actually had an explanation for the haunted chair.
> <g> I thought it
> was a cat peed on it. Some old great uncle with a
> big Tom who sprayed
> for years, then it sat in my Aunties parlor,
> polished every Friday until
> it came to me, and we couldn't detect the fine aroma
> of cat anymore but
> some chemical lingered that sent off warning bells
> in our struggling
> brains. But see, the haunting thing is much more
> interesting. Haunted
> chair vs. cat pee chair. You decide.<g>
>
> Deb L, still glad she never sat in it.
>


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In a message dated 1/20/02 11:55:15 AM, bearspawprint@... writes:

<< Perhaps the person(s) who made the chair had ugly
intent when it was constructed? Or someone along the
way projected bad feeling into it. Perhaps the Auntie
was thinking hatefull thoughts as she polished the
wood she cared not for. Objects can carry intent as
well as blessings... >>

I have a friend who's an antiquities guy. He doesn't buy or sell, he
appraises and analyzes. OLD stuff. Pre-Columbian art and old Chinese
carvings and swords.

He has a story of having been at a museum display of Mexican/Central American
stuff, mostly stone carvings, in New York, and talking to the curator and the
docents, and spending a day there observing himself... there was one
non-ornamented but fair-sized piece that people would be drawn to and
repulsed by--that just kind of caused visceral reactions in people. Some
wouldn't even get near it, as though it had an aura (and he figured it had).

Although it wasn't marked on the card or anything, it was a container for
blood or body parts or whatever from human sacrifices. And he said the
energy in it was very powerful.

Just Friday I was talking with someone I've known a long time whose husband's
family is from northern New Mexico, where I grew up. The daughter who is 13
now went to a Hispanic art musuem and was unable to get close to a couple of
the colonial santos--the carved and painted figures of saints. I told her
mom that there were a couple in the old Catholic church in Santa Cruz that
used to give me the physical creeps--not their appearance, which was fine,
but the standing in the place right in front of them, getting creepy feelings
of the people who had stood there before, and how much serious energy had
been poured out in the directions of those figures over a couple of hundred
of years--silent guilt and remorse and terror, and it felt like that. Not
all over the church, but in certain spots.

There might be explanations for that in the flow of the air in the building.

There are feelings and cross-miles communications that could have
explanations someday without proving the existence of multiple lifetimes.

My papaw, my mom's mom, who was NOT a superstitious or sentimental guy, who
didn't have trouble sleeping, got up and sat in his kitchen looking out the
window the night his mother died, and he sat looking out, he says, and other
witnesses at the time, until he saw his relatives coming by wagon, the next
morning, to tell him his mother had died just at the time he had suddenly
awakened and started to sit. He wasn't the kind of guy to get up, nor the
kind of guy to worry, so ther's no alternative explanation like "he probably
had gotten up like that fifteen times and once his mom happened to die." His
mom wasn't sick and expected to die, I don't think.

There are lots of instances of what seems like mind reading around me,
between me and friends, and MAYBE we just glom onto what comes true that we
had thought, and ignore the thousands of things we fleetingly thought that did
n't connect to something within an hour or a day. Maybe.

Sandra

Nancy Wooton

on 1/20/02 12:00 PM, SandraDodd@... at SandraDodd@... wrote:

>
> In a message dated 1/20/02 11:55:15 AM, bearspawprint@... writes:
>
> << Perhaps the person(s) who made the chair had ugly
> intent when it was constructed? Or someone along the
> way projected bad feeling into it. Perhaps the Auntie
> was thinking hatefull thoughts as she polished the
> wood she cared not for. Objects can carry intent as
> well as blessings... >>
>
> I have a friend who's an antiquities guy. He doesn't buy or sell, he
> appraises and analyzes. OLD stuff. Pre-Columbian art and old Chinese
> carvings and swords.
>
> He has a story of having been at a museum display of Mexican/Central American
> stuff, mostly stone carvings, in New York, and talking to the curator and the
> docents, and spending a day there observing himself... there was one
> non-ornamented but fair-sized piece that people would be drawn to and
> repulsed by--that just kind of caused visceral reactions in people. Some
> wouldn't even get near it, as though it had an aura (and he figured it had).
>
> Although it wasn't marked on the card or anything, it was a container for
> blood or body parts or whatever from human sacrifices. And he said the
> energy in it was very powerful.
>
Most people don't know that relics still make up an important part of
worship and practice in some religions. I don't know if Roman Catholic
churches still do this, or if Anglican or other "traditional" Christian
communions do, maybe someone else can say, but Eastern Orthodox altars have
relics encased within. Ideally, they will belong to the saint to whom the
church is dedicated, although one imagines St. George has been distributed a
few more times than a normal skeleton would allow. I used to attend a Greek
mission parish dedicated to St. Gregory of Nyssa, who, though very important
in eastern theology, does not have many churches named for him. Our bishop
used to joke that when it came time to consecrate our own church building,
he'd go to Greece and bring back a whole arm.

> Just Friday I was talking with someone I've known a long time whose husband's
> family is from northern New Mexico, where I grew up. The daughter who is 13
> now went to a Hispanic art musuem and was unable to get close to a couple of
> the colonial santos--the carved and painted figures of saints. I told her
> mom that there were a couple in the old Catholic church in Santa Cruz that
> used to give me the physical creeps--not their appearance, which was fine,
> but the standing in the place right in front of them, getting creepy feelings
> of the people who had stood there before, and how much serious energy had
> been poured out in the directions of those figures over a couple of hundred
> of years--silent guilt and remorse and terror, and it felt like that. Not
> all over the church, but in certain spots.
>
I don't know about the creepy feelings people get, but statuary and icons
are also sometimes used as reliquaries. When I visited England in 1999, it
was a little disconcerting at first to realize the cathedral floor was a
graveyard, and that there really were people in those sarcophagi.
Chichester Cathedral was very thought-provoking; they had a section of floor
removed and covered with glass so you could see the ancient Roman mosaic
beneath, and in another section we stumbled across the tomb of composer
Gustav Holst, alongside medieval nobles.

> There might be explanations for that in the flow of the air in the building.
>
> There are feelings and cross-miles communications that could have
> explanations someday without proving the existence of multiple lifetimes.
>
> My papaw, my mom's mom, who was NOT a superstitious or sentimental guy, who
> didn't have trouble sleeping, got up and sat in his kitchen looking out the
> window the night his mother died, and he sat looking out, he says, and other
> witnesses at the time, until he saw his relatives coming by wagon, the next
> morning, to tell him his mother had died just at the time he had suddenly
> awakened and started to sit. He wasn't the kind of guy to get up, nor the
> kind of guy to worry, so ther's no alternative explanation like "he probably
> had gotten up like that fifteen times and once his mom happened to die." His
> mom wasn't sick and expected to die, I don't think.
>
The day my childhood friend Kristin's dad died, I felt really odd and
panicky, and I bought a houseplant and a cockatiel; I had this powerful urge
to get living things into my room. I knew he'd been in the hospital, but
didn't know he'd passed away until later that night. Weird.

> There are lots of instances of what seems like mind reading around me,
> between me and friends, and MAYBE we just glom onto what comes true that we
> had thought, and ignore the thousands of things we fleetingly thought that did
> n't connect to something within an hour or a day. Maybe.
>
Probably. :-)

Nancy