PARANORMAL INVESTIGATORS - Warriors of The Light

The story of my train station experience (Harpers Ferry - blog) is but one example of the thousands of personal paranormal experiences happening to living people every day. Some may be so subtle as to go unnoticed, the rest are far more palpable. Skeptics among us rationalize and dismiss that which is unexplainable - unable to be measured scientifically, yet we are at ease passing down tales of Santa Clause and the Easter Bunny. We are steadfast regarding our religious beliefs, never questioning that which is part of our traditional fabric. We stop short when the element of fear becomes part of the equation because the inevitable process of our soul leaving our body, and all it encompasses, is far too real to contemplate; so we dismiss, ignore and avoid.

With turmoil in every direction throughout the world, an increasing number of people are digging beneath the surface, searching for a connection, an understanding in something bigger than our everyday awareness allows. They are not held back by traditional systems. They are warriors leading the way so that future generations might purge their fears of the paranormal, and appreciate the thin veil which separates this realm from the next before they cross it one day.  

I have had many personal paranormal experiences which validated a consciousness I was raised with. I come from an ancestral line of spiritually gifted individuals where sharing supernatural experiences is part of life. Thankfully, a combination of technology and courage has brought us all closer to understanding the layers of the paranormal, and I for one appreciate the relentless efforts of paranormal investigators throughout the world.

I applaud their passion and commitment to learn, and subsequently share their knowledge. I’m somewhat certain none will find the real life depictions of Santa Claus or Easter Bunny, however; I am certain they will continue to find proof that the soul never ceases to exist. I am certain that in the end we will all discover each soul is but a tiny piece of the whole. 

My thanks to you all.

Part 3 - Harpers Ferry: Ghost of John Brown

He told me my train would most likely stop on the other track since the cargo train was still sitting silent. I expressed my concern of not being able to get my gear down the stairs, through the tunnel and up the other side. He told me he would stay with me and help. I was so appreciative of his offer - more for the company than help with my luggage. I proceeded to tell him about the man in black. He walked into the restroom and came right back out to tell me there was no one in there. It was then that he told me the station is notoriously haunted, and that he believed everything I told him, as others have had similar experiences. He then told me about John Brown, he was an abolitionist who was murdered at the station. Many believe Mr. Brown has been trying to catch the outbound train ever since. 

I stood silent, digesting all that I heard, seen and felt. My attention shifted when I heard the train whistle in the distance. The bike man graciously picked up my luggage, ran down the stairs, through the tunnel, and up the stairs to a waiting conductor. I was right behind him, thinking that the man in black is missing the train. Just as quickly, I accepted the fact that he was merely visiting, for reasons I may never understand; at least in this lifetime. I wished I had paid more attention to the black cloth hanging on his arm. When we spoke to each other he was so real I could have reached out and touched him. The whole thing was as real as my present position typing this story.  On ‘paranormal overload’, I was so glad to finally get out of there, but it was bittersweet. 

When I boarded the train, I stood in the vestibule with the Conductor to catch my breath. I asked him if he had ever heard of strange stories of the Harpers Ferry Station. He said; ‘Other than it being haunted?.....ha, ha, ha. Why don’t you hang here for a bit. When you’re ready, just step in the car, put your bags to the right. There’s a seat in the back.’.  

When I finally entered the car, I noticed a man in the back starring at me. I ended up sitting across from him. He was making small talk and noticed I was a little shaken up when I boarded. I briefed him on my experience and he replied; ‘It seems you had a run in with ole’ John Brown!’. His name was Edward, an historian who was returning from a research trip to Chicago. We had a wonderful conversation all the way to DC. It never ceases to amaze me how events connect to each other. What are the chances of being seated next to a historian immediately after my experience?  Edward had put my mind at ease.  I now know I experienced the presence of John Brown. Knowing such a ballsy ghost is one of the visitors there, I doubt I will ever choose to wait there alone again. 

Days after my return, the thought of Mr. John Brown lingered. I decided to do more research. When I finally came across a photo of him, it felt as if the photo jumped off the screen toward me. I immediately saw the man in black who walked into the front of the station. He was a younger version of the man in the photo. Coincidence?.....perhaps; but it was a personal experience I will never forget; one of those ‘you had to be there’ moments. One that I wish another living person could have witnessed with me, but apparently that wasn’t supposed to happen.

Part 2- Harpers Ferry: Ghost of John Brown

Concerned, I went to the door of the mens restroom and I tapped on the door... no response. I then opened the door to be sure whoever was in there didn’t faint, or worse. When I opened the door and looked around, no one was there! I know what I heard. It was clear and real. Whoever entered that restroom could not have exited without me noticing. My mind raced to put the little chain of events in order. At that moment, I knew what was happening. I grabbed my luggage and hightailed it out one of the doors on the track side, refusing to go back into the building. 

I sat on a bench staring at the tracks, which were about 8 feet in front of me, trying to make sense of what just happened. I was getting chilly so I opened the station door to catch some warm air from inside while I stood beneath the door frame. Just then, a man dressed all in black entered through the door directly across from me on the front side of the station. I remember he had some kind of cloth hanging on his left forearm. We acknowledged each others presence. “Do you know a documentary is being filmed in town?” he asked. ‘Yes’ I replied. I asked him if he was going to DC. “Yes. Are you?” he whispered, as he visually scanned the ceiling.  I don’t recall answering him. I just kept looking at his face. He was strange in that he kept looking around, never making eye contact. He was looking at the ceilings and floors while he slowly paced. He walked into the restroom while I remained in the doorway. I thought it odd that he had no luggage, no computer bag, nothing. Suddenly, a cargo train crept by on the track closest to the station (there are only two tracks). The engine must have been a mile up the track before it came to a complete halt. Now I had a wall of train in front of me and still no people. That eerie feeling got heavier. It felt like time was standing still....literally. There was a dead silence all around me; I couldn’t even hear the birds any longer. I kept waiting for the man to exit the restroom. By this time, I was expecting the train in 15 minutes or so. I was trying to figure out how I would haul my huge piece of luggage which was more like a duffle bag on wheels, down the stairs through a short underground tunnel and up the other side before my train took off. The wall of steel that now sat between the other track and myself made it impossible to see another train coming. The landing on the other side was in the woods and too small to wait on, so heading over ahead of time made no sense.  Suddenly, a lone bicyclist peddled up to the bench and dismounted his bike. Still a bit shaken from my earlier experience I remained standing in the doorway, but at this point, it wasn’t just for warmth. I was watching closely for the man in black to exit the restroom. The man on the bike began to talk to me. I must have looked confused because he asked me if I was okay. I asked him if he was real....he chuckled. I then gave him an earful of what had been happening during the past two plus hours. He seemed to be impervious to my story. 

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