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CEDU / Brown Schools and derivatives / clones / Does anybody here know me?
« on: August 28, 2005, 04:48:00 AM »
Boo hoo!! No one is responding to me. I think I just wasn't there long enough... not that that's bad!!
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On 2005-08-07 10:45:00, Anonymous wrote:
"I know I know you...I was there then too."
On 2005-08-01 22:13:00, Anonymous wrote:
"Were you there between 1994 and 1998. Were you a Ph.d. candidate at UCR? If you were I believe I know you."
On 2004-04-13 00:53:00, Anonymous wrote:
"Are you related to Jack Clearman who is a former BCA therapist?"
On 2004-03-12 15:34:00, Anonymous wrote:
"I am a 40 year old woman who has on numerous occasions had sex with ghosts. This is not a joke!
They always occur early in the morning, sometimes with my husband is sleeping beside me but usually I'm alone. I am aware of being somewhere between asleep and awake. (Though they have also visited me on occasion in my dreams.) I know where I am, what day it is, and that I am in a state of conciousness that will certainly mean a visit. They alway enter through a door, and they always announce their presence in some fashion.
The ghost that visits me now lets me know he's here by rotating my limbs and sometimes my whole body around the bed. Then he touches me and makes love to me in one form or another. Sometimes there are more that one. Sometimes they are gentle and sweet and other times they get a little rough. I almost alway have an orgasm, but if they do something that scares me, they leave right away.
For awhile I was being visited by a ghost who would announce his presence by sliding his hand around the bed. I could hear it and feel the pressure on the mattress. Then I would be aware of an intense heat going up my legs to my abdomen. The orgasm would be so intense and so complete, I would still be pulsating as I come to fully awake. One time I opened my eyes when I felt the heat going up my legs, and I saw a black fog hovering in the middle of my bedroom. This scared the hell out of me. It disturbed me, so I got on the internet and read about Incubus. I told my husband about it and we researched it together. He is very supporting though admitted that he was not happy about sharing me with Incubus or anyone else. I decided to take a stand the next time this partucular ghost visited me. It was a bit of a struggle (he was a powerful force.) Then a couple nights later, he came to me in my dream and we had a battle of sorts. I recall looking at him determined not to let him scare me and a forceful wind was blowing through the room. However, I have not been visited by that ghost again. It gave me a sense of control.
The ghosts that visits me now is not as powerful. I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing. I have to say I miss the intensity of this ghost.
I know many people will read this with disbelief, but I hope some people will recognize my story for what it is. Or maybe someone has some insight as to what this means."
On 2004-04-09 13:38:00, socialdeviant wrote:
"My stepdad is a complete asshole, who lied his way for my to get shoved into Northwest Behavioral Center, then kicked me out, and now i am living with my sister (that part is cool). but he told my exboyfriend that i said he raped me, told my mom i was a slut, and told my brothers and sisters all of the above and more. now my brothers and sisters did not believe most of the bs, but the fact is, my stepdad still said it. he is such a hypocritical fuck, and sooo full of shit. he has ruined so much in my life, and now i am expected to just be ok with that now that i am out of 'treatment' :mad: to top it all of the bastard beat the shit out of me before sending me to treatment, spread rumors about me through a very small town, made my depression into a show (said i cut myself for attention, even though i hid it for 4 years), and told me i was nothing and no one would ever love me, which is fine, because apparently i am not able to love anyone myself. how the fuck am i supposed to deal with him and my family, who comes to his defense in his presence, but talks crap behind his back, and am i the only one with the balls to stand up to him? yes, and that has put me on the with my family. help. sorry so long...
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