Black Eyed Children - Very Creepy

[bruno dante]

I'll relate a very strange experience I had 2 nights ago. I think it's relevant here.

I was taking a walk at around 11:30 at night. This is a common practice for me. I find it very meditative and peaceful. I live in a sort of cozy village by a lake, and have never felt threatened in any way, shape or form. In fact, I very rarely see anyone out walking at that hour; just the occasional dog walker.

Within 5 mins or so I realized there was someone behind me. I heard foot steps scuffing against the sidewalk. The scuffs were inconsistent and quite loud, and I began to think of them as a form of harassment. It was as if someone was announcing their presence to me. It was unsettling. But after 20 mins or so, my annoyance was greater than my apprehension and I turned to confront this individual. I had taken several twists and turns and this guy had followed me every step of the way, scuffing for effect. So I turned and approached this man ( dressed sort of "gothy", maybe 25 years old) and said as politely as possible but with some degree of impatience, "My man, why are you following me?" And he said, "I'm not following you, I'm following him." And with that he pointed at a man crossing the intersection we were at.

Here's where it gets very strange...
Everyone has had this experience where they're at home or at a shopping mall and they catch their reflection in the mirror, and are momentarily trapped in this odd meta-reality where certainty and confusion exist all at once. It takes about half a second to reach this conclusion, and it's the most bizarre half second one can experience. And then you realize: hey, that's me! And then, if you're anything like me, you get very neurotic about it and start criticizing yourself.

Ok...
So when this man that was following me pointed at the man crossing the intersection, I had this experience. The man crossing the intersection was wearing khaki shorts and an orange sweatshirt and an army/navy hat, just like me. His height and weight looked identical to mine. His walk was eerily similar. And the kicker was his profile, which I saw quite clearly under the street lamp: he looked like my twin!!! I was instantly flooded with a paralyzing FEAR, one which I can't even begin to describe. Despite it, I desperately wanted to follow and confront this twin of mine...but here's the thing: I couldn't...I felt as if I was being influenced mentally to stay put. I was stuck to the ground. And that's when I noticed it - the jet black eyes of the man who was following me.

I have only a vague memory of what happened next. I chatted with the goth man with the jet black eyes for several minutes and we parted ways. I have no memory of what was discussed. I have no memory of where my twin went. I went home and went immediately to sleep. I was exhausted. I awoke and thought for a moment that it had all been a dream...perhaps it hadn't even happened. But it certainly did happen. I've been holed up in my apartment ever since, quite shaken up. I've related the story to no one until now. What's the point?!? No one I know would believe it; either that or they'd think I've gone mad. No thanks, I'll keep it to myself.

I'm staring out my window as I write this, still quite disoriented. I believe I had a supernatural experience involving a "black-eyed" individual. In fact I'm certain of it. I always thought it might be cool to have such an experience. But there was nothing cool about it. I wish it had never happened. Feels like a nightmare I can't awaken from.

[donk]

...it's wild that this thread re-surfaced when it did, eh?

Crazy story...thanks for sharing....Anything strange happen before this? Weren't you on a trip?

Anyways, sending some love your way, hope you sort it out...you don't strike me as the type to frighten easily so I gotta say I feel edgy about it...jeez!

[bruno dante]

Posted by donk (here)
...it's wild that this thread re-surfaced when it did, eh?

Crazy story...thanks for sharing....Anything strange happen before this? Weren't you on a trip?

Anyways, sending some love your way, hope you sort it out...you don't strike me as the type to frighten easily so I gotta say I feel edgy about it...jeez!

Thanks for the support Donk. Appreciated.

I had to cut that trip a little short. Long story.

Anyway, I made the mistake of explaining my experience to a couple friends. They both just kept saying : there must be a rational explanation! (as if emphatically saying this over and over would somehow unravel the mystery). But hey, at least they didn't ridicule me!

My nerves are beginning to settle some. I'd like to understand a little more about what happened to me, but I've never heard of "black-eyed middle-aged men"....never mind the doppelganger.

[ulli]

Posted by bruno dante (here)
I'll relate a very strange experience I had 2 nights ago. I think it's relevant here.

I was taking a walk at around 11:30 at night. This is a common practice for me. I find it very meditative and peaceful. I live in a sort of cozy village by a lake, and have never felt threatened in any way, shape or form. In fact, I very rarely see anyone out walking at that hour; just the occasional dog walker.

Within 5 mins or so I realized there was someone behind me. I heard foot steps scuffing against the sidewalk. The scuffs were inconsistent and quite loud, and I began to think of them as a form of harassment. It was as if someone was announcing their presence to me. It was unsettling. But after 20 mins or so, my annoyance was greater than my apprehension and I turned to confront this individual. I had taken several twists and turns and this guy had followed me every step of the way, scuffing for effect. So I turned and approached this man ( dressed sort of "gothy", maybe 25 years old) and said as politely as possible but with some degree of impatience, "My man, why are you following me?" And he said, "I'm not following you, I'm following him." And with that he pointed at a man crossing the intersection we were at.

Here's where it gets very strange...
Everyone has had this experience where they're at home or at a shopping mall and they catch their reflection in the mirror, and are momentarily trapped in this odd meta-reality where certainty and confusion exist all at once. It takes about half a second to reach this conclusion, and it's the most bizarre half second one can experience. And then you realize: hey, that's me! And then, if you're anything like me, you get very neurotic about it and start criticizing yourself.

Ok...
So when this man that was following me pointed at the man crossing the intersection, I had this experience. The man crossing the intersection was wearing khaki shorts and an orange sweatshirt and an army/navy hat, just like me. His height and weight looked identical to mine. His walk was eerily similar. And the kicker was his profile, which I saw quite clearly under the street lamp: he looked like my twin!!! I was instantly flooded with a paralyzing FEAR, one which I can't even begin to describe. Despite it, I desperately wanted to follow and confront this twin of mine...but here's the thing: I couldn't...I felt as if I was being influenced mentally to stay put. I was stuck to the ground. And that's when I noticed it - the jet black eyes of the man who was following me.

I have only a vague memory of what happened next. I chatted with the goth man with the jet black eyes for several minutes and we parted ways. I have no memory of what was discussed. I have no memory of where my twin went. I went home and went immediately to sleep. I was exhausted. I awoke and thought for a moment that it had all been a dream...perhaps it hadn't even happened. But it certainly did happen. I've been holed up in my apartment ever since, quite shaken up. I've related the story to no one until now. What's the point?!? No one I know would believe it; either that or they'd think I've gone mad. No thanks, I'll keep it to myself.

I'm staring out my window as I write this, still quite disoriented. I believe I had a supernatural experience involving a "black-eyed" individual. In fact I'm certain of it. I always thought it might be cool to have such an experience. But there was nothing cool about it. I wish it had never happened. Feels like a nightmare I can't awaken from.

I was curious so (being an astrologer) I had a quick look at your birth chart.
And sure enough, there was the perfectly rational explanation.
Of course only believers in astrology and sacred geometry would find it rational.

But there are so many major planetary angles right now that it is no surprise to me that you would have a few glimpses of the other dimension.
I would lie low for the next four weeks, and do your walks before sunset, or before dawn if you prefer the dark.

Plus when you were born there was a right angle between Pluto and the sun, and so you probably know that you get these odd glimpses,
have premonitions dreams, and generally are quite psychic.
But past experiences may not have been quite as drastic as this one.

The thing with Pluto forming a right angle to the sun at birth, and now Uranus is also doing it as well, and several other planets,
means that the the doors are opening, maybe more than just a crack, and unfortunately to the lower dimensions,
which are nowhere near as pleasant as the higher ones.
You may have heard the talk about the Grand Cross which was formed earlier this year, (March) between Uranus, Pluto, Jupiter and Mars.
Well, you are one of the many people affected by these energies as your natal sun was in the line of fire.

My advice is do not buy into these experiences, or you will get more of the same. These things are real, and they only want mischief.
These entities are best ignored.
Where focus goes, energy flows.
Let your focus stream to your highest daydreams. You have the power to make those dreams come true.
Only need more practise and training, and then faith.

No matter how fascinating all this appears, there is no bottom to this pit, and it will swallow you up.
Take deep breaths, and give that nasty creepy entity the middle finger.
Then get on with your life.
Even if you tell people who believe you (I do) avoid dwelling on this event.

[Pris]

bruno dante, that's the creepiest story I've heard in a long time. Gives me chills.

[Roisin]

Thanks for sharing bruno dante. Your story is even more compelling because it just happened the night before last, so that's one of the reasons, among a few others too on why I'm resonating with it so much and because I'm a long time student of Astrology, Ulli's reading and interpretation of your chart was a gratifying read too!

[Pris]

Posted by bruno dante (here)

So when this man that was following me pointed at the man crossing the intersection, I had this experience. The man crossing the intersection was wearing khaki shorts and an orange sweatshirt and an army/navy hat, just like me. His height and weight looked identical to mine. His walk was eerily similar. And the kicker was his profile, which I saw quite clearly under the street lamp: he looked like my twin!!! I was instantly flooded with a paralyzing FEAR, one which I can't even begin to describe. Despite it, I desperately wanted to follow and confront this twin of mine...but here's the thing: I couldn't...I felt as if I was being influenced mentally to stay put. I was stuck to the ground. And that's when I noticed it - the jet black eyes of the man who was following me.

I was wondering... you said that at night there's hardly anyone else around when you go for your walk. Were there other people about? How come you didn't notice 'yourself' until that black-eyed guy pointed him out to you? Isn't that kind of odd (well, obviously the whole thing is odd)? You were trying to shake this black-eyed guy for 20 minutes or so and you didn't notice anyone else around?

[bruno dante]

Thanks Ulli for taking the time to write that. And for your reassurance. It seems there's an art to dealing with this stuff, mentally and spiritually. Despite my horror over it all, I must admit: there is a side to me that's desirous of indulging it. Basic curiosity, I suppose. And yet, I know there is no bottom to this pit, as you said. I don't believe these things happen by accident; in some way I feel responsible. There is something about my energy that attracted this experience. Maybe I have some inner work and exploring to do. That's where I intend to keep my focus. I'm determined to not succumb to paranoia.

Pris, I can't say exactly why I didn't notice what appeared to be my other self until it was pointed out to me. I do not recall seeing anyone else around that night. There's a lot of things I can't explain about the experience. I recall reading Casteneda in my college years, maybe 20 years ago, and the profound weirdness of the whole thing made me think back to those books. It's the only thing I've ever read that seems comparable. I keep trying to convince myself that since it was dark, perhaps it influenced what I thought I saw and so on. But I know what I saw. I can't lie to myself, as much as I've been trying.

[sigma6]

we have yet to encounter anyone who can offer undeniable concrete evidence that black eyed kids (or BEKs, as they are sometimes called) exist. We have so much faith in our explanation that we are "upping the ante". JOTB will offer a $10,000 reward for concrete evidence that black eyed children exist.

Buares, that is tantamount to calling all eyewitness reporters liars... and if we used your same roundabout logic (or lack of) the only one whom I would be question their integrity and motives would by YOU! (but nice try... I just love ripping apart people who use pseudo logic.. I used to think exposing this would only make "fakers" more sophisticated, and that is true... but I also now realize it is important to educate others on how to spot and deconstruct false logic... we must raise everyone's understanding in these matters...)

So you just come on conspiracy sites to promote your web site?... So let's see it took 60 years before they discovered the Panda Bear... and there are no UFOs, Bigfoots, and now Black Eyed children because people don't pander to your cheap website promotion... ?

bravo... that brings up a good question... is absence of evidence, evidence of non existence?... If that was the case ignorance would be a science.

Should people be allowed to come on this forum and trash others threads to promote "their websites"? ... this brings in a serious issue of "conflict of interest" I suspected as much in your previous posts... I can pretty much spot them these days...

...by trying to take the focus away from numerous eyewitness testimony of people who don't have websites, aren't trying to promote anything, in fact in several cases, refuse to talk about it at all except for Weatherly's persistence in trying to get them to talk... and the emotional side effects would all be faked.... over a period of decades,

...or should we buy into Buares false "logic" that because they are waving money in your face (and I am sure there are so many hidden "exceptions" it's a joke not worth wasting your time on...) Once again ignorance is now proof of non existence... a well known (and cheap trick) in scientific methodology...

There is a similar principle that is applied in Legal strategy known a Negative Averment. It should technically be illegal, but that is why many things in law are kept secret... and it is used effectively by lawyers themselves often for their own benefit, as it is very technical, i.e. asking people to disprove a negative... it sounds logical, it sounds genuine...

In Buare's case, notice how it has to use an almost marketing like sensationalism to focus exclusively on the an emotionally charged worm dangling on a hook (money!) to get you to forget about the wider context, literally hundreds of individual eye witness accounts over a span of decades (when black contact lenses didn't even exist, and weren't even the main focus of the recollection in some cases...)


Cheap Trick - I Want You To Want Me (or just go to my website...)

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=BJs_L7yq5qE

[sigma6]

And I am sorry to even have to dignify such trash as in my previous post, but I didn't see page two when I skimmed by! LOL!!!

Thank you all for the contributing comments (not used to that!) thank you for your contribution bruno... what I find intriguing is that who ever suggested to you that they were following the other, was using what I call "technical truth telling"... i.e. it was like they were compelled to mislead you, but they were under some kind of restraint to not absolutely lie to your face either (gee now that my mind is geared up from my last post...) i.e. When he said he was "following the other" it was in fact some reflection of YOU! (obviously) i.e. in a technical way he was telling you the truth... that he was following YOU!

It does have many characteristics of a dream, I have had powerful dreams of a 'psychic' nature, but only when I am under huge emotional stress, that when I awakened, I had to shake myself for a few hours to realize IT WAS ONLY a dream! So I could very well imagine of what you speak as a valid possibility. And I can totally relate to the mirror thing, catching yourself, unexpectedly (it IS very educational...as any unbiased open feedback is...)

The idea that this was a real experience is beyond fascinating, and if ulli's interpretation is correct, that is even more fantastic (or phantasmagoric) btw, 25 years old is not "middle aged" imo... lol... but there appears the same element of "influence" ... essentially like this thing is influencing your reality, your perception to some degree... Your turning to confront it was like catching it off guard, and it was almost as if it created this "misdirection" as if to allay some prime directive and avoid exposing itself...

Based on your description, this particular entity was not only following you, but psychologically intimidating you, a psychological "bully" (the most dangerous kind btw...) your confronting it was by definition, an antithesis to the whole "game"... Who was it that said the human species biggest disadvantage is our limited psychic awareness? (as a whole species)...

We must learn to compensate... to protect ourselves from both realworld psychological 'sadists' and the plethora of other worldly entities that surely exist... these entities still remind me of John Lamb Lashes Archons... It's a fascinating game. We have our inherent advantages and they have theirs. We ultimately have the superior advantage if I am reading this right... and knowledge of their existence is one the keys (as opposed to fear, denial, repression, hiding) John Lamb Lash was very clear that we can and should confront them... and let them know that we know who we are, the intentionally created out of love by Gaia, and that they were/are an aberration... and soon to be corrected (isn't that weird how that story hidden in the Nag Hammadi from 2000 years ago, the last vestige of what true Gnosticism recorded, totally parallels the Biblical version??? which supports my understanding, that the Bible is written as layers of metaphorical code itself... but... that's another story! )

I feel sorry for the "materialists" they are literally locking themselves in their own "small" world according to the very quantum physics principles of reality they deny that explains why their worldview is reinforced by their own limited viewpoint (or maybe they are just trying "to make a buck")

But one should know that if you are "willing" to entertain the reality of the unseen, that we now have (or always have had, a "science" that corroborates what was hidden (or repressed in Western cultures) in ancient philosophies that have always backed this interpretation... and that this view also explains the materialist's self imposed trap. The truth is so much richer and fulfilling than fiction, and always leaves an unmistakable fingerprint...

And yet they can't see the logical fallacy of how their materialist self imposed limitation; which is really just a dogmatic propaganda, possibly even under Archonic influences, that undoubtedly exist as a "cover" to misguide and keep the lower classes entrapped in their own ignorance. And it never dawns on them how it can't and doesn't explain our reality (it can only deny and beat it's chest louder) One would think this was simple logic...

[Atlas]

Posted by sigma6 (here)
So you just come on conspiracy sites to promote your web site?...

Sorry to disappoint you sigma6 but I don't have a website...

Posted by sigma6 (here)
literally hundreds of individual eye witness accounts over a span of decades

Again, I'm sorry I missed that many eye witness accounts.

Still, there is no proof of black eyed children that I know of. I'll be happy to change my mind if you can provide one.

[ulli]

Posted by bruno dante (here)
Thanks Ulli for taking the time to write that. And for your reassurance. It seems there's an art to dealing with this stuff, mentally and spiritually. Despite my horror over it all, I must admit: there is a side to me that's desirous of indulging it. Basic curiosity, I suppose. And yet, I know there is no bottom to this pit, as you said. I don't believe these things happen by accident; in some way I feel responsible. There is something about my energy that attracted this experience. Maybe I have some inner work and exploring to do. That's where I intend to keep my focus. I'm determined to not succumb to paranoia.

Pris, I can't say exactly why I didn't notice what appeared to be my other self until it was pointed out to me. I do not recall seeing anyone else around that night. There's a lot of things I can't explain about the experience. I recall reading Casteneda in my college years, maybe 20 years ago, and the profound weirdness of the whole thing made me think back to those books. It's the only thing I've ever read that seems comparable. I keep trying to convince myself that since it was dark, perhaps it influenced what I thought I saw and so on. But I know what I saw. I can't lie to myself, as much as I've been trying.

Bruno, it was real, but it was not in the normal 3 dimensional realm.
Yet it was more real than a dream, even. The veil lifted.

There are certain places on the planet where these events occur with more frequency,
and also there are certain people who will see this stuff, when others can't.

And it can't be accessed at will, it only happens at certain times, and this correlates with certain planetary angles, which have to be exact. Like 90 degrees, or 180.
I went to your profile page, following a spiritual prompting, and there I saw your birthdate.
So I then compared that solar system positions of that day with the ones we have just now, and sure enough, the angles were all there, which show that a stargate had opened, briefly.
I call them stargates, as the other dimension could include realities which are as far away as the stars, and they also can show inner earth stuff. And even as close as your own pulse beat. Beyond space time.
You were shown something very interesting, which I feel needs to be reconciled. Both characters are you, in a way. The one that was being followed, was you, and the one who was the predator type, was a repressed aspect of yourself.
Both were you.
He sees the world through dark eyes....in other words, the pessimist in you.
It's a Capricorn thing. I do it all the time, as I'm one myself.
But I also strive to overcome the compulsion of the planets.
Only when one chooses what to be, can one really be, and thus exercise one's free will.

[Roisin]

A couple of days ago, while I was googling “black-eyed children” stories, I found out that there’s another type of ubiquitous encounter of something called, “The Smiling Man”. I had never heard of that one before but before I explain why I’m mentioning this, which I will in my next post, a few minutes ago, I just did a google on “the smiling man” and saw this one witness account of one. Here’s a sketch of what the witness saw


http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/The_Smiling_Man


And here’s how he describes him:
It was a Wednesday, somewhere between one and two in the morning, and I was walking near a police patrolled park quite a ways from my apartment. It was a quiet night, even for a week night, with very little traffic and almost no one on foot. The park, as it was most nights, was completely empty.

I turned down a short side street in order to loop back to my apartment when I first noticed him. At the far end of the street, on my side, was the silhouette of a man, dancing. It was a strange dance, similar to a waltz, but he finished each "box" with an odd forward stride. I guess you could say he was dance-walking, headed straight for me.

Deciding he was probably drunk, I stepped as close as I could to the road to give him the majority of the sidewalk to pass me by. The closer he got, the more I realized how gracefully he was moving. He was very tall and lanky, and wearing an old suit. He danced closer still, until I could make out his face. His eyes were open wide and wild, head tilted back slightly, looking off at the sky. His mouth was formed in a painfully wide cartoon of a smile. Between the eyes and the smile, I decided to cross the street before he danced any closer.

I took my eyes off of him to cross the empty street. As I reached the other side, I glanced back... and then stopped dead in my tracks. He had stopped dancing and was standing with one foot in the street, perfectly parallel to me. He was facing me but still looking skyward. Smile still wide on his lips.

I was completely and utterly unnerved by this. I started walking again, but kept my eyes on the man. He didn't move. Once I had put about half a block between us, I turned away from him for a moment to watch the sidewalk in front of me. The street and sidewalk ahead of me were completely empty. Still unnerved, I looked back to where he had been standing to find him gone. For the briefest of moments I felt relieved, until I noticed him. He had crossed the street, and was now slightly crouched down. I couldn't tell for sure due to the distance and the shadows, but I was certain he was facing me. I had looked away from him for no more than 10 seconds, so it was clear that he had moved fast.

I was so shocked that I stood there for some time, staring at him. And then he started moving toward me again. He took giant, exaggerated tip toed steps, as if he were a cartoon character sneaking up on someone. Except he was moving very, very quickly.

I'd like to say at this point I ran away or pulled out my pepper spray or my cellphone or anything at all, but I didn't. I just stood there, completely frozen as the smiling man crept toward me.

And then he stopped again, about a car length away from me. Still smiling his smile, still looking to the sky.

When I finally found my voice, I blurted out the first thing that came to mind. What I meant to ask was, "What do you want?!" in an angry, commanding tone. What came out was a whimper: "Whaaat…?"

Regardless of whether or not humans can smell fear, they can certainly hear it. I heard it in my own voice, and that only made me more afraid. But he didn't react to it at all. He just stood there, smiling.

And then, after what felt like forever, he turned around, very slowly, and started dance-walking away. Just like that. Not wanting to turn my back to him again, I just watched him go, until he was far enough away to almost be out of sight. And then I realized something. He wasn't moving away anymore, nor was he dancing. I watched in horror as the distant shape of him grew larger and larger. He was coming back my way. And this time he was running.

I ran too.
I ran until I was off of the side road and back onto a better lit road with sparse traffic. Looking behind me then, he was nowhere to be found. The rest of the way home, I kept glancing over my shoulder, always expecting to see his stupid smile, but he was never there.

I lived in that city for six months after that night, and I never went out for another walk. There was something about his face that always haunted me. He didn't look drunk, he didn't look high. He looked completely and utterly insane. And that's a very, very scary thing to see.

[Roisin]

Well, for whatever it’s worth, I sorta had an indirect encounter of what, I was to find out a couple of days ago, is called “The Smiling Man” and it happened like this.

I was in one of my psychically active periods where a lot of weird stuff was going on at that time. Like any sensible person, when things are like that, I have my cam ready to record whatever shows up. In this case, I was wondering if anything would show up in the large mirror on my living room wall if I took a photo of it. Sometimes I see things when looking into a mirror when things are “active”.
But the lighting wasn’t right in my apt. to take photos of the mirror so then I recalled reading in an online forum somewhere that some people had captured some interesting anomalous phenomena when photographing other reflective surfaces too… other than just a mirror. So, me being me, I set up a little experiment and made an aluminum foil “flag” that I stuck between the arms of a stuffed frog for support where I then duck taped that toy on top of the railing of my balcony overlooking the lake. Here’s a photo of that.
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And here are some other photo’s I took of that “flag” where I was to find that even though that flag was blowing gently in the breeze, the same thing was showing up in every photo… that being a weird face and body of what looked like a man with a very menacing Cheshire cat-like smile dressed in an old suit wearing a floppy bow tie. Like something from the victorian era.The smiling man's face weirdly kept changing his smiling expressions in each photo too!
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Anyway, notice the similarities between the witness information of that Smiling Man story and the sketch of that man that he provides for us.... and my own acct. of the smiling man that shows up in those photographs.

BTW, I was not seeing that "man" on the flag while I was taking those photographs but only saw them afterwards when I viewed those photo's on my computer screen. I took those photos with my webcam that was connected via an extension cord to my desktop computer.

[ulli]

The more we all heal, and become inwardly integrated, the more we will manifest what we are contemplating.

And that's when one realizes that everything we have been taught is nothing but a construct, created by someone else,
when in fact the universe is wired to be totally personal.
We need to see, feel and hear the universe with our own eyes.
The self then is a higher form of the self, the eternal soul.
And that is the True Reality. Just wondrous and marvelous.
Once this is understood it no longer matters whether one finds consensus...but if one does, it is seen as a special bonus.
I feel a deep connection with all Avalonians ho have experienced this stuff.

[Roisin]

It's very important to confront the phenomenon or phenomena that one is exposed to, or encounters. To just shove it under the rug, especially when such events are continuous, is not good for ones mental and spiritual well being. Talking about them is cathartic especially when sharing with others who have had similar experiences. Nothing happens in isolation and interestingly enough, there are strong similarities between one story to the next. The same kind of phenomena are often times seen and experienced by others too and that confirms for us that we are not alone in having those experiences.

This also indicates to us that there are intelligence's out there that are controlling what we see and experience..... and that those phenomena are often times the same ones that others are experiencing too. So there is a control system here that's causing all of us to see and experience the same kind of thing. They don't change the script that much for every given case and such occurrences even allows us, the experiencer, to categorize different kinds of phenomena.

[BMJ]

Posted by Roisin (here)
Here’s a sketch of what the witness saw


http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/The_Smiling_Man

The sketch reminds of the Joker from Batman.

[Roisin]

We confront the phenomenon by looking for those similarities between each encounter. By doing that, it allows us to put the pieces of the puzzle together to be able to look at the larger picture and maybe even get some kind of message that they are trying to convey to us.

For example, in those stories involving the black-eyed children, notice that in most of the stories on that, the children are polite and are asking permission to come into the house to use the phone to call their "mother". Or they are asking permission to enter the house to get out of the cold or the rain. In most of these stories, they are asking for permission to enter. They are not aggressive and are not forcing themselves into those homes. So what could this pattern tell us? Perhaps that "they" the "others" only "enter" when the percipient "invites" them in. That there is some rule out there that these intelligences only "enter" after asking permission to do that where they are hoping that the person they asked that to then invites them in.

So this means that there is even danger for those of us curious ones who seek to study and analyze such phenomena. Because by even setting things up to analyze it more, this has the potential of unwittingly "inviting" them "in".

[Roisin]

Posted by BMJ (here)

Posted by Roisin (here)
Here’s a sketch of what the witness saw


http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/The_Smiling_Man

The sketch reminds of the Joker from Batman.

Like I said, nothing happens in isolation. The Joker could very well be the phenomenon called The Smiling Man/the grinning man/the bogeyman. The writer of those Batman series and those artists who draw those comics may have based The Joker on that phenomenon.

[Atlas]

Posted by Roisin (here)

Posted by BMJ (here)

Posted by Roisin (here)
Here’s a sketch of what the witness saw


http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/The_Smiling_Man

The sketch reminds of the Joker from Batman.

Like I said, nothing happens in isolation. The Joker could very well be the phenomenon called The Smiling Man. The writer of those Batman series and those artists who draw those comics may have based The Joker on that phenomenon.

The joker would be older than that:



Jesters from a 13th Century manuscript (BBC Hulton Picture Library):


A card from The Cloisters Museum in NYC, date: ca. 1470–80:


Marx Reichlich, A Jester, ca. 1519-20; tempera on panel: