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SPIRIT GUIDES

When I was a young girl, I was playing at the park by myself. Where I was playing was by a big tree at the edge of a hill, and sticking out of the ground at the base of the tree that was on the top of the slope was this pipe shaped like an upside-down, kinda square “U”. I was standing on the pipe playing “ballerina”. I then faced the tree with my back to the slope when I lost my footing, and had already began falling backwards. But suddenly, I found myself actually leaning back in mid-air. Someone or something held me from falling backwards, and then pushed me back up where I was able to gain my ground! I felt so grateful that whom or whatever that unseen force was, prevented me from falling backwards down the slope and getting hurt! (By Michelle)

At the Park

The Huge Wooden Reel

One early afternoon, we were at a big family party in Waialua. All of us kids were in the front yard playing. In the yard was a huge wooden reel that you’d see on construction sites that big cables are wounded around. Some of the kids were rolling the wooden reel back and forth. And when it was being pushed over to another group of kids on the other end, it had ran over something on the yard, causing it to roll up and landing on the ground. Just so happen, I was running and had fallen on the ground. Laying on the ground, on my back from the fall, the wooden reel came right for me, but somehow, quick as a flash, I was able to touch it with both my feet and both hands, as it literally flew right above and over me, then ‘boom’ it landed on the ground above my head. All the kids froze for a moment from what happened. That’s when I felt someone must have been watching over me at that time. (By Anonymous)

My Spirit Guide

I am a psychic medium and years ago before I discovered what my abilities were about, I discovered my spirit guide that would come and tell me soon before experiencing a spirit. It helped me a lot to have her around, especially when I was growing up because being able to experience spirits is like feeling alone in the world. You can’t really tell anybody about it or if you’re feeling scared you can’t find comfort with anyone because chances are they’ll think something is wrong with you, or you have a wild imagination or something. So having my spirit guide there with me, made me feel like I wasn’t alone, and it was a good thing to get like a “heads up” before an experience, so you can “brace yourself”. (By Keoki)

The Protective Voice

I remember hearing ‘someone’ tell me not to go past our front yard one night, but it wasn’t a regular person who told me. Well one night, I just happened to be outside the front yard, and something down the street caught my eye. It was a man ghost! I saw him wave to me, then he waved for me to ‘come’. I did remember what that strange ‘someone’ told me about not going past our front yard, but at the same time, I was really curious to see what the man spirit wanted to show me, as he pointed to a place he was near but I couldn’t see because it was on the same side of the street as my house. And when he kept pointing, it caused me to have to go past my front yard to see. So to not ‘break the rule’ I stepped outside the border of our front yard, keeping one foot in the yard, so I could get a better look. As soon as I stepped one foot out of my front yard that man spirit was suddenly flying straight toward me! I quickly ran inside the house, and luckily, never saw him again, whoever he was. And boy did I feel glad that I didn’t disobey that “protective voice”. Well, not entirely. (Anonymous)

My Tour Guide

I don’t know if I have a spirit guide, but one night I was driving home and inadvertently took the wrong turn. I kinda panicked because once before, I almost got lost in that area that has a lot of houses, going round and round neighborhoods. But as I was driving on that ‘wrong street’ wondering where it was going to lead me, I was a little stunned because I heard a voice tell me to keep driving till the end of the street and turn left. I did, and I was wonderfully surprised that, that path the voice told me to go, took me on that street I was supposed to have taken in the first place! (Anonymous)

I used to own a boutique in Kahala Mall. And one day there was this nice lady that came in and we chatted some. Enjoying my company, before she went on her way she said she was from a church and asked my permission to bless my store. I thought that was really nice of her, and agreed. After her blessing she went on her way and I never saw her again. Then just a few days later the mall got flooded from a broken water pipe that made the news. Many stores were water damaged pretty badly. Except mine. The flow of the water mysteriously went right around, leaving my store the only one in that flooded area, unscathed! (Anonymous)

Blessed

This happened a few years ago. Something woke me up from a nap. I thought I heard a male's voice call my name in an aggressive tone but I dream about things a lot so I just woke up thinking it was a dream. An old friend of mine had just passed away the week before. I hadn't seen her in a year and it was something like 5 years since we last hung out. That whole week I kept remembering how my life was back then, who I was around a lot and what I was into at the time. It was just sad to think about how things changed so fast. Anyway, I had a sudden urge to eat lunch and hop online. To my surprise, I received a message from another old friend (who was also friends with the girl who passed on) who just wanted to say hello and did not know our friend passed away the week before. I always meant to catch up this friend but we had a fallout to the point where if I saw him, I would hide or look the other way (hoping my looks changed enough so he wouldn't recognize me). I feel better now. I'm not one to hold grudges and I didn't like holding this one for so long. I almost forgot why I didn't want to speak to or see him. We still talk to this day, and I secretly give credit to my friend who is gone for reuniting us and helping me leave the past behind me. I always wonder if our loved ones know how we feel and think once they're gone. I twitch at the thought, but it looks like they can help. (By Anonymous)

My Old Friend the Spirit Guide?

Pearl Harbor, Halawa Gate

This happened to me when I was stationed at Pearl Harbor Naval Station, standing security Duty at the Halawa gate, where most of the Admirals and Secured Buildings are at. It was known to all of us who stand the watch that the gate we were at was named in memoriam of a young Marine Sergeant who died horribly by the hands of five attackers wanting to get onto base, who eventually over-ran him, took his gun, and shot him to death before his back-ups could get there. There is a picture of him there at the gate to remind all of us of what happens, even when at home in our own country. So, I was there... I think it was around 1-1:30 a.m. when I started to get a chill up my back…something just didn't seem right. So I paid more attention to the surrounding where I was, when I noticed a car, traveling slowly with no lights on, approaching the turn lane to enter the gate where I stood watch. Then the car just stopped. We both looked at each other for a long time, maybe 5 minutes, both wondering what the other was planning. I started to reach for the radio when I "felt" a presence beside me. I could not visually see anything or anyone, but I knew what it was. It was the spirit of the young Marine, standing beside me, making sure that nothing was going to happen to anyone else, still manning his post. Soon after the “presence" was felt, the car turned on its lights and sped away. You can see this two ways: 1) the car was lost and was trying to get the bearings, or 2) the car was scoping the area and/or was deciding if they should go and try to get in, and the spirit of the Marine helped them think otherwise. That area of the base has had other sightings of ghosts, as well as Ford Island, and various housing areas. One worth mentioning is the one called, “The Ninja". From what I am told and what others believe, a dark black shadow proceeds to jump from building to building, trying to enter them for unknown reasons. That one is also in the Halawa gate area. This encounter took place the summer of '98, and is still strong in my mind. (By DR Sailor)

HAUNTED THEATER

BEHIND THE STORY

shuts out morethan it shuts in.

a closed mind

Children & Spirits

ENCOUNTERS

SPIRIT VOICES

AUDIO GALLERY

My Spirit Guide

The Protective Voice

Blessed

Pearl Harbor, Halawa Gate

My Old Friend the Spirit Guide?

My Tour Guide

Children & Spirits

BEHIND THE STORY

a closed mind

shuts out morethan it shuts in.

SPIRIT VOICES

AUDIO GALLERY

ENCOUNTERS

Hauntings

HAUNTED PLACES

Hawaiian Spirits

OBAKES IN HAWAII

SPIRIT GUIDES

A Friend Indeed

Hey, I have another story I would like to share. It happened while still living in my grandma’s house, but is caused by outside circumstances. I can still remember her name, Mary grace. She became like an older sister to me in High school, she was 2 years older than I was but she always had my back. She was originally from the Philippines (this information, will come in handy later in the story). I remember for our secret Santa thing that we did she pulled my name and gave me this cute Sanrio piggybank. It was one that would swing back and forth. Anyhow, something very tragic happened to her. At her young age, she got pregnant and although we may never know the real reason why she did, it we heard rumors that she was so afraid to tell her parents that she committed suicide and was found in her closet. Needless to say, I was very sad and devastated. Okay, now for the more interesting part of this story. About a month after her passing, I was in my room all alone doing homework and I kept the piggy bank she gave me on my desk. I was in there for about 2 hours alone with the door closed and I didn't really notice anything weird. Then my boyfriend came over to help me and so we were both in my room at my desk. He was sitting to my right and we were both looking at my math book which was also on my right. The binder that I was doing my work on was on my left. I distinctly remember that the last problem I was working on was #26. So we were working on the problem for about 2-3 minutes and when we got the answer i was about to write the number 27, but froze in place and stared at the paper, because there it was the number 27 written I was like " I did not write that" and I knew for sure my boyfriend couldn't have done it because he was on my right side like I said and we were both working on the math question. But the most interesting thing about it is that it was written at an angle as if someone had written it in over my shoulder. I didn't say anything to my boyfriend for about 1 minute because I was just wondering how the hell did that get there. I then finally asked him if he wrote it and he was like of course not and anyway how could he. We then felt the coldest chill in the room, no wind cause the door and window was closed, just the coldest chill came over where we were sitting and I swear the piggybank she gave me started swinging back and forth and that would only happen if someone pushes it, we looked at each other without making a big fuss, stood up gathered the books and walked down stairs and the cold chill followed only me downstairs. It’s like I had a blanket of cold air around my body. We started discussing that number that was wriiten in and then I just had the idea to check over all the other work that I have been doing while I was alone. And for sure to my amazement there were many more numbers and things that you could distinctly tell weren't my handwriting. I would see my handwriting and then all of sudden it changes to a different type of writing and this continued through the several pages of math problems that I did. But the most chicken skin thing was that I normally write my number 7 just as you see it there, but it is really common for people from the Philippines to write the number 7 with a line in the middle. I hope you all know what I mean it kinda looks like a backwards F. And I have never ever in my entire life to this day write my 7 with the line. But there it was in plain sight at the point where the handwriting changes and if there was a 7 in the problem it was written with a line through it. We just stared at the papers in amazement. The thing is I was never really good in math and I was surprised myself that I went through like 10 pages of work with no complications. I didn't notice while I was doing it, not until we were looking over the papers, that she was helping me through it all that time. I smiled and said “Thank you" a couple seconds later the cold chill went away. I still have the piggybank somewhere. But I wish I still had those math homework, as a reminder that a true friend is always there no matter what. (By Triz)

Something a little odd took place one night. I saw my daughter lying in bed on her back with her eyes closed, praying. Something I've never seen her do since she was little. Later that night around 3 or 4 something in the morning, I had gotten out of bed to use the bathroom, and took a quick check in her room, and was surprised to see white spirit-looking flowers, like flower lights above her on the wall in the corner. (Her bed is in the corner.) She doesn't have any "light stencils" or anything like that, that would explain it. I know it sounds like maybe I was walking in my sleep or haven't fully awakened yet, possibly still dreaming or something, but I was "awake" and I know what I saw. Feeling that the "spirit flowers" were something of divine nature, I let it be and went back to bed after going to the bathroom. I told her about it the next morning. She didn't even remember praying that night! (Anonymous)

Spirit Flowers

The Yellow Butterfly

It seemed for a while that a yellow butterly would come around me at times, even in places that you wouldn't think a butterfly would be. Well one day me and my grandma went to visit my great-grandma's grave but for a long time we couldn't find it. Then my grandma said, "Why don't you ask your spirit guide where it is." I don't know what made her say that but I tried anyway and just as we were about to leave we both saw this yellow butterfly that started flying around us, like to get our attention or something. Then it started flying in another direction. Grandma and I both had the same instinct which was to just follow it. After just little while it landed on a grave and to our amazement that was the grave we were looking for! We both couldn't believe it but there it was! I guess my spirit guide does come as a yellow butterfly! (A.L.)

Michael Hardy - R.I.P.

It seemed for a while that a yellow butterly would come around me at times, I had a friend named Michael Hardy. I grew up with him in Ewa Beach. I was close to his brothers and his family was very kind. They were a quiet Hawaiian family that minded their own business. Michael and I shared the same passion of diving. We went camping one summer with our girlfriends ot Mokuleia beach and decided to go spear some fish for dinner. We were out for about 30 minutes and were heading back to shore. I turned around because Michael was missing. I swam back about 30 yards and found him floating face to face with a huge green turtle. He was down about 10 feet just gazing at the turtle in a hypnotic way. Being the clown that I am, I shot my spear at the turtles shell to scare him. The turtle darted off and Michael panicked to the surface. Michael began punching me and yelling at me. I couldn't understand what he was saying because of the splashing water. When we got on shore, he was in tears and wouldn't talk to me. His girlfriend kept pushing me away and told me to leave him alone. I was concerned because Michael was a best friend and wanted to know what the big deal was. The sun began to set and I noticed him sitting by the shore by himself. I asked him why he freaked out. He told me I wouldn't understand. I asked him if it was because I shot the turtle. He looked at me and told me the turtle was telling him that he was a past family member and his aumakua. I didn't understand what this all meant but knew I had hurt him. I lost touch of Michael in the mid 90's and found out he had moved to the mainland to drive big trucks cross country. I found out one day through his brother that he had past away in a car accident. I went and visited his family in Ewa Beach. I sat in his room in tears staring at the pictures of us growing up and the one picture we took that day at Mokuleia. I learned to respect the Hawaiian traditions and folklore through a strange circumstance. I owe this to a friend who taught me a lesson. Rest in peace Michael Hardy and thank you for the lesson. (Paranormal808, from the Haunted Hawaii Forum)

Michael Hardy - R.I.P.

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