This a personal experience of mine that happened to me and my family as a young kid. When i was younger (between 12 to 17), I was brought up in a country area near Dorrigo in north eastern Australia (NSW). The Place or area was called deervale. I was a beautiful scenic and forested area about 20klms west of dorrigo.
THE GHOST APPEARED NEAR THE END OF THE HOUSE BUILDING - 30 DEERVALE RD
As time progressed at Deervale my dad built a two story house for us to live in. Until then all we had was a large caravan on the block. When the house was nearly at completion, we noticed a weird occurrence. EVERY NIGHT AT AROUND 7.30PM A LIGHT (like a latern through the trees) from the hill opposite the house would appear through the forest and slowly descend the hill and and move to the right of the hill down the bottom before fading out.
We all started watching the show thinking that possibly it was a refraction of light or something. Even when daylight saving happened it would go appear at the same time, 8.30 or 7.30.. After a while we all started getting used to it and so at around 7.30 we would quickly have a look through our front window to mainly to show visitors.
TRYING DIFFERENT TESTS TO UNDERTAND THE LIGHT ON THE HILL
As time progressed further to over a year of this spectacle i tried a number of tests, going outside to different angles, yelling at the hill when the light was going down, etc.. Then one time something changed, as the light descended the hill i noticed how it flickered like a an old lantern through the forest, i picked up my courage to go closer to the forested hill and the light. When at the bottom of the hill i could not see the light no more, it was like i was too close and then i yelled out "hello".. I looked up at my friend back at the house which was about 100 yards back.. He nodded that he could see the light..
And then a loud "Bang". It sounded like a hard tree being smacked by an axe.. And then it stopped, but everything went quiet. That noise scared me then it sounded like a axe hitting a tree and then a tree falling I quickly went back to the house and left it at that
Many months went by and the conclusion I summed up for the hill and the light, was that it was a ghost doing the same routine day in, day out.. Sort of trapped on possibly there last experience in life.. "This is a theory of what I imagined happened which many agree with me
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GHOST ON DEERVALE RD HILL
"I man or family used to live there back in the early 1900s when Deervale rd was first logged in the Dorrigo area, one day he went out late (around 7.30pm) with a latern to get some wood or maybe he was upset at something, hit a tree with his axe (a common tree cutting tool back then) and unfortunately the tree fell on him Since his death, his ghost possibly keeps doing the same thing over and over, like time does not exist. "
I remember how my sister lucie and our friends that knew about it, we called it the light"Has the light started..yet?" I still wonder about this place and the light today, even though the land is sold now, it is a mystery that started part of my wonder in life.. That was mystery of the ghost on Deervale road Hill
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Nemacolin Castle, Brownsville PA
The Nemacolin Castle is a real haunted castle located in Brownsville, Pennsylvania. The castle is named after a Native American who helped white settlers make their way west through the area. The castle was built by the Bowman family. Originally it was a small trading post which was later built upon to house the family.
Visitors to this historical Pennsylvania landmark have reported encounters with ghosts and other unexplainable occurrences. Staff have reported seeing apparitions, hearing the sounds of heavy footsteps in the halls and numerous other paranormal activities within the building.
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Serinity Young ("Courtesans and Tantric Consorts: Sexualities in Buddhist Narrative")
For brief but good general discussion of karma along with excellent bibliographies, see Nancy Auer Falk, "Karma, in "EOW, "Vol. I, 560-61; and Mizuno Kogen, "Karma: Buddhist Concepts," in "EOR, "Vol. 8, 266-68. Warren, "Buddhism in Translation, "Chp. III, has excerpts from Buddhist texts on karma, 209-79.
Two Pali texts, the Vimanavatthu and the Petavatthu"," contain brief stories about the acts that earned individuals an extended stay in heaven or hell [realms not to be confused with Christian lore]. B. C. Law has translated some of these in "The Buddhist Conception of Spirits," 2nd ed. (1923, Delhi: Pilgrims Book Pvt. Ltd: 2007).
See also the "Maha-karma-vibhanga" and J. Gonda's discussion of its representation at Borobodur, "Karman and Retributive Justice in Ancient Java," in J. Gonda, "Selected Studies," Vol. IV (Leiden: E. J. Brill, 1975), 337-49.
* See also "Wheel of Life, 31 Planes of Existence (Rebirth)" by Egerton C. Baptist
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A bit of a ghost story today from Julia Roberts - no, not that "Julia Roberts" - but still a "'pretty woman'". I digress, so let's just get on with this ghostly tale from Julia.
"My grandmother was born and bred in the house where she lived all of her life in Cornwall. She was a friendly but firm old soul with a large family and therefore had lots of grand and great-grand children.
From the age of about seventy-five, until she died at the ripe old age of ninety-eight, she always sat in the same corner of her living room, from morning until night, gently rocking herself in her old, wooden rocking chair.
Eventually granny went to where all good grandmothers go, after they have had their fill of rocking and life in general.
As the house was now empty, my father, after much negotiation with the rest of the family, decided to move into granny's house. He soon set about modernising things but somehow couldn't get rid of the old rocking chair which remained in the corner of the living room.
Finally my mother flipped and said the chair had to go. It didn't fit in with the other, more modern furnishings. Dad agreed to chop up it up. Not sure why, as he could probably have sold the chair, but that was what he decided.
Mum and dad were in bed the following night and heard strange creaks and noises from the attic immediately above their bedroom. In the morning, when dad had gone to work, mum plucked up courage and went to investigate the attic.
As she looked inside there was the old rocking chair and, as she watched, it started to gently rock backwards and forwards. It sent a chill up mum's spine.
In the evening dad admitted that he hadn't been able to throw the chair away for sentimental reasons and had therefore stored it up in the attic.
Mum reluctantly relented and the rocking chair was placed temporarily back in the corner of the living room, it's rightful place.
A couple of weeks later mum moved the chair to another room. After doing so mum and dad found that the chair would start to rock when anyone entered the room. Dad said it was just a coincidence, or the wind from the door being opened, but mum felt it was granny's ghost at work. She didn't feel comfortable and the rocking, when entering the room, went on for days and days.
Dad was under pressure from mum to sort it out. In a moment of bravado, or madness, he took the chair into the garden and started to break it up into pieces. Mum and I were horrified when we saw what he was doing, we rushed outside, but it was too late to stop him.
Nothing immediately happened, until we returned to the house and the living room. There, lying on the floor, was the new fireplace which had been recently fitted. It had come right away from the wall and lay shattered. Dad said it was Granny's Revenge.
Nowadays, when all is quiet, there is still sometimes a creak to be heard from the floorboards, in the corner where granny used to gently rock her chair. It's a constant reminder never to mess with granny because her ghost is always watching."
