<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-258290992499628937</id><updated>2024-08-30T21:44:20.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unseenspace</title><subtitle type='html'>Tis blog is dedicated to those who have felt and seen the unseen. As the title suggest &quot;Unseen&quot; - unknown beings and &quot;space&quot; - something around or within us.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unseenspace.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/258290992499628937/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unseenspace.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>BeenThere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09017149764865037469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-258290992499628937.post-4875990562631855033</id><published>2012-05-25T15:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-05-25T15:23:50.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Itch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;
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Farouk was walking back home from school at night about 11pm. He thought of wandering near the pond and look at the sky. He walked around kicking pebbles and plucking leaves. After a while he left home. He had his dinner and went to bed. In the middle of the night, his legs were iching terribly. It was so intense that there were cuts on the skin. He applied some medicine and it was okay for a while. Then it started again. It was painful, but he managed to pull through. &lt;/div&gt;
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Little did I realise that, I came home late at night and went straight to bed, without washing up. There are theories that whenever you are coming home, an unseen will follow. Sometimes those things get lost or feels lonely and might get attractde to you. Any other reasons, good luck to the followee. The thing will be with you or like your resting place. Most of the time, both of you dont cross each other. Rarely, if you do, thats where you got to be on your guard.&lt;br /&gt;
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To be continued...........</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unseenspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4697544420189196116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unseenspace.blogspot.com/2009/10/butterfly-effect.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/258290992499628937/posts/default/4697544420189196116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/258290992499628937/posts/default/4697544420189196116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unseenspace.blogspot.com/2009/10/butterfly-effect.html' title='The Butterfly Effect'/><author><name>BeenThere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09017149764865037469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-258290992499628937.post-3870811345594902643</id><published>2012-05-25T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-05-25T15:22:40.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Black Magic&lt;br /&gt;
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Once I had an agressive argument with my cousin over a serious issue to protect someone. Althoguh he was not angry with me, he hated the one I was protecting. Few days down the road, When I was in my sleep, something was forcing me to sleep further in my sleep. I was a</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unseenspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3870811345594902643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unseenspace.blogspot.com/2012/05/black-magic-once-i-had-agressive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/258290992499628937/posts/default/3870811345594902643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/258290992499628937/posts/default/3870811345594902643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unseenspace.blogspot.com/2012/05/black-magic-once-i-had-agressive.html' title=''/><author><name>BeenThere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09017149764865037469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-258290992499628937.post-6904118686964883044</id><published>2009-11-12T16:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T16:43:00.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unknown</title><content type='html'>Dear Readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would like to update more happenings and experiences. But I am not sure if anyone reading my blogs. Appreciate if you can become followers of the blogs, so that I have the inspiration to continue.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unseenspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6904118686964883044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unseenspace.blogspot.com/2009/11/unknown.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/258290992499628937/posts/default/6904118686964883044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/258290992499628937/posts/default/6904118686964883044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unseenspace.blogspot.com/2009/11/unknown.html' title='unknown'/><author><name>BeenThere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09017149764865037469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-258290992499628937.post-8164316882591408253</id><published>2009-10-26T16:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T17:41:33.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont turn Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;I do believe in black magic to a certain degree. But is not easy to perform and also very dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once my friend was having some problems with her boyfriend. He was too possessive and hot tempered. She wanted to end the relationship, but due to his aggressiveness, she was afraid. She then seek the assistance from a priest who deals with spirits and the unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The priest told her that her boyfriend was good at heart but too suspicious of her. True enough, she was going out with other guys and partying around. He told her to bring his and her used things like shirt or comb. She did that. He told her that one week later her boyfriend would dislike her and leave. According to her, he mixed some dust and blood over both of their things and chanted. All things were made to dissolve and she was asked to leave without turning back, no matter what. She was told that even someone she knew called her, she had to ignore and don&#39;t turn back.&lt;br /&gt;When asked why, he could not disclose anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was about to enter the house, when she heard her mum calling from the stairways. She went to see and saw a dark figure at a corner. Knowing that something was not right, she quickly went to her house. She saw her mum in the kitchen. She felt very uneasy and went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, she called her boyfriend. As usual, he questioned on her whereabouts. She realised nothing as changed, but as she was told that it would take one week. That night, something was touching all over her, but she was not able to move. She thought it was a dream, It happened for few more days, but the touching became intense. She could see hand marks in her body. Frightened, she went back to the priest and told what happened. She was asked to stay there for a night. She was reluctant but had no choice. That night, it happened again, this time there were teeth mark. She was not able to do anything in her sleep, as if she was paralysed. The next morning, the priest said that he send a spirit to the guy&#39;s house to distress him with bad dreams about her, so that he would hate her. Unfortunately, the spirit followed her, as the dust also included her stuff. The moment she turned, it followed her. If she had not turned, it would have gone to search for the guy. She started to panic. The priest told her not to worry, but to wait for the week to be over. But he warned her not to eat meaty food and sleep facing away from the door and window. She was also told to place a doll wearing her cloth near the door or window. She did that. At the end of a week, the doll was squashed and stained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told the priest and he nodded and said that at the end of the last day of the week, the spirit would have copulated with her. Fortunately, she did what was told and the spirit took the doll as her. Although she was relieved, she was angry with herself for trying to do black magic. But she still wanted to leave her boyfriend. The last thing I know is that she is trying her best but in a proper way.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unseenspace.blogspot.com/feeds/8164316882591408253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unseenspace.blogspot.com/2009/10/dont-turn-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/258290992499628937/posts/default/8164316882591408253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/258290992499628937/posts/default/8164316882591408253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unseenspace.blogspot.com/2009/10/dont-turn-back.html' title='Dont turn Back'/><author><name>BeenThere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09017149764865037469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-258290992499628937.post-7873370556566240408</id><published>2009-10-16T17:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T17:20:42.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9966;&quot;&gt;Who’s’ the owner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story was told to me:&lt;br /&gt;“I bought a rocking chair. It was not an ordinary chair. The wood was from 20 years-old teak. Initially, when I sat and rocked the chair, it was very relaxing. I loved my chair. Few weeks later, the chair started to look “angry”. It was illogical, but it looked like staring at me. I thought it was my imagination and used it. But I did not find it relaxing any longer. I had body aches and felt tired. I lost interest to use the chair as it gave me more pain than pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant give or throw it away, because its was expensive. I decided to let my brother use it. He also felt that the rocking chair was more uncomforting. One night, I woke up to get a glass of milk. When I looked at the chair, I thought I saw someone sitting there and rocking. Than, the form disappeared. But the chair was rocking. I was frightened. I pretended nothing happened and went to my brother’s room. I told him what I saw. We placed a video recorder towards the chair. Nothing happened for a few days. Than the third day, we saw the chair rocking by itself. We were terrified. The next day, we went to the shop and requested on the history of the chair. He told us that this chair was imported from Philippines. It was told the teak came from a village which has been demolished to give way to new buildings. The village chief used to own the teak trees. He cherished those trees and tried his best to preserve them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few decades later, after his demise, the village was relocated. When the developers tried to remove the trees, something bad would happen. Either the machines would malfunction or the workers injured. After several prayers, they managed to remove the trees. The rocking chair was made from that wood. Than my friend realized that, the owner came back to claim his tree. He went to see a priests and he was told to burn the chair. After that, my friend life became normal, and till now he wouldn’t dare to sit on any rocking chair.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;Spirits sometime go into natural substances, namely, rocks, wood, water and so on. Those are the places where they can rest or live in. There were many incidents relating to such substances becoming alive, talking or tearing. Its better to be more careful in buying such things. Its better to know the history of it.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unseenspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7873370556566240408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unseenspace.blogspot.com/2009/10/whos-owner-story-was-told-to-me-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/258290992499628937/posts/default/7873370556566240408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/258290992499628937/posts/default/7873370556566240408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unseenspace.blogspot.com/2009/10/whos-owner-story-was-told-to-me-i.html' title=''/><author><name>BeenThere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09017149764865037469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-258290992499628937.post-7134777811843726050</id><published>2009-10-16T12:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T12:42:19.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffff66;&quot;&gt;Where were You?&lt;/span&gt; (Told by my friend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One afternoon, I was walking with my friend, Jane (not her real name) near a cemetery, after tutorials. We were looking at a Christian cemetery and saw peace and quite. As we had exam stress, we thought of going to a relaxing place, and that cemetery seemed to be the one. As it was still hot, we decided to go in the evening. At about 7.00pm, we met at the entrance. It was calm and peaceful. The lighting was just perfect to complement the darkness. We walked around and talked about life and enjoying each other’s company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We set on a bench and were appreciating the nature. When I looked at my friend, her face was more stunning and appealing than before. A sight I never realized. I felt attracted to her and an overwhelming desire to kiss her came over. Her aura was so exquisite that it was tormenting me. I felt like holding her in my arms tightly and kissing her gently and never to let her go. It was like falling in love again and again, every second. My feelings had no words for her. Nevertheless, I kept control and avoid looking at her. But my desire increased. I felt that this was not right and decided to home. When we were walking back, there was silence. I felt that my emotions might have given her a bad impression. I was too embarrassed to apologize or talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he was approaching the gate, he saw someone or something standing there. It was already 10pm, and was wondering who that person might be. The person started to wave hysterically. Than few more others joined. With all those hands and body movements made me very uneasy. I held Jane’s hand, who was walking behind me and told her to stay. The wind was starting to blow strongly; she muffled something, but I could not understand anything. I went towards the gate, and saw my friends shouting at me. I was wondering what they were doing. Two of them ran towards me and pulled me out from the gate. I was puzzled. I was upset with them that they scared the wits out of me and then I called out to Jane who was still in the cemetery. Suddenly, I saw her among my friends. I asked her how she came before me. She looked puzzled. She told me that she was finding for me, the moment we stepped into the cemetery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized something. When we entered the cemetery, she went to the toilet to wash her shoes which was dirtied by the mud. Five minutes later, she was standing near a tree. I thought she had cleaned up and was waiting there, so I left with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane told me that when she was out of the wash room, she saw me walking into the cemetery with a very tall lady. She was too tall to look like a human. Her hair was very long. She shouted aloud but I could not hear. She knew that something beside me was not human. She immediately, went out to call our friends. When they came, I was walking towards the gate, talking to myself. They wanted to enter but were startled to see a white figure flying above me. My friends took their guts out to run towards me and pulled me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I turned back, my heart nearly jumped out. The cemetery looked so scary. But at the particular corner which I thought I placed Jane, I felt the yearning. I looked at Jane, but the feeling was not there. We hurriedly left the place and went for a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told them that nothing happened except that we talked. When they asked me what the conversation was, I became dumb-founded. I realized that she did not even mutter a word. I was talking all the while and had a feeling that she spoke. The only time I heard her was when she muffled something in my ears. When my friends heard that, they were shocked. Nobody dared to go home at this hour and spend the time chatting about the incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day when I pass by the cemetery, my yearning came back, but the place looked clam and peaceful. I dared not enter the cemetery again, as I don’t want to be tempted and get into some dangerous propositions. To what she muttered in my ears, I dare not want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;There are different types of spirits that linger around the cemetery. There are lonely, mischievous, sad, ones. The one my friend encountered should be the lonely one. Some spirits could imitate others. The spirits also may posses alluring vibes that made my friend passionate about her. In worse cases, if the spirit is attracted to the person so much, it will bring him or her over to their world. Hope I remember to explain further on the “other world” in the upcoming next post.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unseenspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7134777811843726050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unseenspace.blogspot.com/2009/10/where-were-you-told-by-my-friend-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/258290992499628937/posts/default/7134777811843726050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/258290992499628937/posts/default/7134777811843726050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unseenspace.blogspot.com/2009/10/where-were-you-told-by-my-friend-one.html' title=''/><author><name>BeenThere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09017149764865037469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-258290992499628937.post-6685688238321709577</id><published>2009-10-16T10:13:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T10:18:48.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9966;&quot;&gt;The Passersby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen a figure pass by and vanished into the thin air? Usually it happens not on direct vision, but at the side or sudden turns? This happened to someone I knew. But it was not easy for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daily in the peak of night (12.00am), whenever he was watching TV or talking to someone; from his side vision, something will dash or walk pass. He realized that he could see such things and got worried. When he told his parents, they brought him to see a priest. He told them that he had special abilities and he needed to live with it. The priest also mentioned that if he feels that such spirits looked harmful, than he should leave the place immediately, or warn those around him. This was the advantage he had. However, things were becoming creepier for him day by day. The passersby were increasing and looking scary. He feared them and started to stay in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other priests came and tried many things but all were in vain. The initial priest told him to fight the fear and accept it and lead a normal life. It was easy for him to say, but my friend had no option. He tried but failed. Two years later he left some where. No one knew where he went, except his parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;Some experience such visions. As days go by, more spirits/creatures could be seen. Some can be very scary and disturbs you. They will start giving you problems. They feel you are invading their rights and start feeling inferior to them. This is where you got to be brave enough and get help to fight it back. Once you take control, the lesser their activities against you. For my friend, he was informed that he has gone to a monastery and settled there, till he can control his fears.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unseenspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6685688238321709577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unseenspace.blogspot.com/2009/10/passersby-have-you-ever-seen-figure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/258290992499628937/posts/default/6685688238321709577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/258290992499628937/posts/default/6685688238321709577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unseenspace.blogspot.com/2009/10/passersby-have-you-ever-seen-figure.html' title=''/><author><name>BeenThere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09017149764865037469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-258290992499628937.post-3774167949293892410</id><published>2009-10-14T15:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T15:09:51.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Was it A Dream?</title><content type='html'>I was sleeping soundly. Suddenly, I started to struggle. My wife woke me up. I was feeling giddy and went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, she asked me what happened. I could not remember much, so I told her it was bad dream. The following night, the same thing happened and I could not explained to my wife that much. This was what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to sleep opposite position from my wife, if I had difficulty in dozing off. That few nights, I maintained that position. One of the days, I was in dreamland, when suddenly; a creature placed its hand on my chest. I was not able to move or called out. I can only struggle. However, I managed to grab the creature’s hand. When I start pulling it, I saw its features. It was black in color, with dark eye sockets, with two hands. It was not a scary creature and resembled like a four year old kid. But it looked mischievous. I did not let go of its hands. Neither did it pull away. Gradually, it vanished and I woke up. This had to be a dream as I knew I dozed off and I did not feel my wife’s presence, when the creature was there. Interestingly, when I woke up, I was in the exact position when I encountered the creature. Not even a slightest difference. Even my hand was in my chest. So was it a dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to investigate on this matter, but have not found the reason for the occurrence.&lt;br /&gt;But what could have happen was that, the creature might be trying to climb onto the bed. As my bed is quite high, anyone at that height would hold on to the mattress or the legs (that is why, sometimes we feel that something touched us at the edge of the bed) and makes its way up. Unfortunately, for both of us, I was sleeping on the opposite position and it touched grab hold of my chest. The creature should have been surprised and did not know what to do when I grabbed its hand. That should been the reason why there was no reaction from it when I grabbed the hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;Also, there is an old folks saying that people returning home, should always wash their feet before entering the house or room. There are some creatures/spirits will be following back. By washing your feet, it detaches away from you. If not, it will follow you around and disturb you. I can’t remember if I washed my legs. Well true or not, its better to be careful. &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unseenspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3774167949293892410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unseenspace.blogspot.com/2009/10/was-it-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/258290992499628937/posts/default/3774167949293892410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/258290992499628937/posts/default/3774167949293892410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unseenspace.blogspot.com/2009/10/was-it-dream.html' title='Was it A Dream?'/><author><name>BeenThere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09017149764865037469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-258290992499628937.post-4471915830247850814</id><published>2009-10-12T18:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T09:48:27.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty on the Outside, Ugly in the Inside</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;Pontianak, Malay female Banshees reputed to be very beautiful yet demonic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many decades ago, during the time of rebuilding the nation to a better economy, there were those who were working in the transition residential relocations. My friend’s father, cycled from his home to work every day. Daily, he had to pass by lonely roads and dilapidated house. His mother advised him not to return too late, especially after mid-night. However, due to over-time, he came back very late, occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was married. He loved his wife a lot. She was very attractive and friendly. Many felt that he will not look at other girls or be unfaithful. He himself believed that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One lonely night, when he was riding along the road, he saw a nice looking figure. As he was approaching it, he felt an enticing smell roping him towards it. When he took control, he saw a beautiful lady standing by the roadside. He looked at her and she smiled. He just went pass her and headed to home, but constantly thinking about her. For the next three days, he came back early, and did not see the lady again. He forgot about her. Two weeks later, after mid-night, he saw the lady again. This time, the fragrance was more luring. He kept control and came near her. He stopped and asked her whether she was waiting for anyone. She nodded and smiled. So he left home thinking about her all the way. That night, he was not able to sleep. His body was aching and he felt disturbed. When he slept, he dreamed of her, but the dream was disturbing. She saw her as a long being from afar and he was walking away from her. The next day, he asked his friends, on whether they had seen such a pretty lady. None had, but they told him that she might be Pontianak. But he said that she did not harm him and reacted to his questions. They were confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For few days, he decided to go home late. He felt an overwhelming urge to smell the fragrance and see her. He went to the same location, and saw her standing there. He approached her and asked why she was standing all alone and who was she waiting for. She smiled and pointed to a hut. He was talking to her and advising not to walk along the road late at night. Throughout the conversation, she nodded and smiled. From afar, his friend who was going back home, saw him and left in a rush. When he saw his friend going off, he waved but he left. After few more words with her, he left. He felt happy seeing her and bewildered for no verbal reaction from her. Nevertheless, he felt excited and looking forward to see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued………</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unseenspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4471915830247850814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unseenspace.blogspot.com/2009/10/beauty-on-outside-ugly-in-inside.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/258290992499628937/posts/default/4471915830247850814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/258290992499628937/posts/default/4471915830247850814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unseenspace.blogspot.com/2009/10/beauty-on-outside-ugly-in-inside.html' title='Beauty on the Outside, Ugly in the Inside'/><author><name>BeenThere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09017149764865037469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-258290992499628937.post-8913180067752385649</id><published>2009-10-12T11:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T11:54:23.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuse Me</title><content type='html'>I have a friend who encountered something unusual one night. She was sleeping and her legs were dangling out of the bed. Suddenly, someone tapped her legs. she felt uncomfortable, but took it lightly as she was too sleepy. It happened again. This time she retracted her legs. She informed her husband quietly. Her husband was too sound a sleep, so she left it as it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, she told her husband. Although the husband believed in the unseen, he told her that it was her imagination or dream. It happened again the following night. But this time, she was suddenly jerked by something. She got very scared and woke her husband. She started to cry and became hysterical. The husband calmed her and stayed up all night. The next day, he appraoched his friend. He suggested them to wash their legs before entering the house and their bedroom. When they did that nothing happened that night. He went to his friend and asked the reason. He laughed at them and said that everything was in their mind. He just suggested so that they will believe that nothing will disturb them. Although he left, he doubted his friend&#39;s explanation. When she told me the story I had the same notion, although I know to a certain extent the reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;As I mentioned earlier, the unseen live in the same space around us. Sometimes, we block their path or livelihood. That is when they will intervene. Most of the time, its to rectify their problems. In this case, most likely, my friend&#39;s sleeping position might have obstructed them temporarily. The taps on her legs were to make  her reposition her legs, so they can pass by. The next day, she was jerked off might be for the same reason. The old tale of washing your legs is effective to a certain extend. There is another incident touching on this aspect, so please wait.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unseenspace.blogspot.com/feeds/8913180067752385649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unseenspace.blogspot.com/2009/10/excuse-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/258290992499628937/posts/default/8913180067752385649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/258290992499628937/posts/default/8913180067752385649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unseenspace.blogspot.com/2009/10/excuse-me.html' title='Excuse Me'/><author><name>BeenThere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09017149764865037469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-258290992499628937.post-5986780814327442534</id><published>2009-10-11T09:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T11:12:23.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Office Room</title><content type='html'>Have we understood the rules of Inmates? The understanding between humans and &quot;things&quot; sharing a common space?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I came to know that an office room has been so called shared. How? This is what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A manager was asked to give up his office room to another manager who is bringing in better revenue. Obviously, the former is unhappy. He went to seek assistance from a witchdoctor, and send a spirit to occupy the room. The motive was to get anyone sitting there to be transferred out or be relocated. There were some incidents as follow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:0;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;Once the new manager took over the room, he was seen unreasonable by other colleagues. They felt that he was too demanding and proud.He also acted that way to a certain extend. He commanded his staff to do his tasks. He felt that he is the one brining in the revenue for the company. One day, the manager fall hard and broke his leg. He was in great agony. He was just walking down th stairs and he fall and broke his leg. He also lost some of his profitable projects. He is still occupying the room, but unaware of anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;Prior to this manager an admin supervisor suppose to occupy the room. He is a taoist (a chinese ethinic group) with lot of devotion to his beleive. Unexpectedly, the management asked him to use another room. He felt relieved when he heard about that room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;There was also another Director who was allocated the room. He came very early in the morning. Shockingly, he resigned and went back to his country on the very same day. Not many know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;Sometimes, such &quot;thing&#39;s&quot; vibes can flow over. That is the reason why those who are not the target will be affected. Its like a smell. A strong perfume will spill over from an enclosure, allowing others to smell it. The company which projected to do very well is now dwindling with profits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;Some staff are planning to get a witch doctor. But will it work? Can something be done? I will update when I get the information.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;To be continued.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:0;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:0;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:0;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:0;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:0;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:0;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unseenspace.blogspot.com/feeds/5986780814327442534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unseenspace.blogspot.com/2009/10/office-room.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/258290992499628937/posts/default/5986780814327442534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/258290992499628937/posts/default/5986780814327442534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unseenspace.blogspot.com/2009/10/office-room.html' title='Office Room'/><author><name>BeenThere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09017149764865037469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-258290992499628937.post-1592259069639292765</id><published>2009-10-08T19:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T22:56:53.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Path not meant for You</title><content type='html'>My friend&#39;s family encountered the path that was not meant for humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For three years, a family was residing in a flat , where a tree branch was touching the children&#39;s room window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, a priest was passing by the unit and saw the tree. He felt somethings were living in the tree. He knew that this was normal, and was about to leave, when he saw something went into the unit through the window. He felt uneasy and knocked on the door. The mother opened the door. He told them to be weary and get some help. This family do believe in such things, so they called another priest and it was confirmed that something was crossing the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;To be continued.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The unseen are believed to have a life of their own. But we cant see them. Its only when humans and them coincide or cross the path, can one feel or see. They have a similar pathway like we do, like to the bus-stop or shopping centre. But theirs are different. The path can be floating or crossing two unit through the walls.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The priest adviced them to place a metal piece with some religous wordings inscribed. He told them to place it at the window for at least three months. The metal piece will cut off the path from the tree thru the bedroom and out of the kitchen window. As there will no longer be a path, the spirits will manage another path, away from the house. The family felt better and things were better in the house, although there were some instrances where there will be some knocks on the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this incident, the son became healthier and fall sick less often. The priest came three months later. When he was told about the son&#39;s health, the priest revealed the unthinkable. Whenever, the spirits use the path thru the window, thier children thought that the son was a play thing. They jumped and played on the son who sleeps there. That was the reason the son fall ill frequently. The family was adviced to keep the metal piece until they move out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unseenspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1592259069639292765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unseenspace.blogspot.com/2009/10/path-not-meant-for-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/258290992499628937/posts/default/1592259069639292765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/258290992499628937/posts/default/1592259069639292765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unseenspace.blogspot.com/2009/10/path-not-meant-for-you.html' title='Path not meant for You'/><author><name>BeenThere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09017149764865037469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>