dagenham gunner’s profile

15 Nov 2015 17:00:34
I will hold my hand up and say, I'm not the most politically minded person on the planet, but have just come across (unwittingly) a very interesting video.

Remember the Charlie Hebdo shooting, where you see the French policeman lying helplessly on the floor, and one of the 2 terrorists kills him by a single gunshot to the head?

Just seen a video of the incident.
The terrorist clearly does not shoot him in the head, but completely (intentionally) misses him.

Without being too graphic, an Ak-47 bullet to your head would splatter your head and contents across the pavement.
But, he misses and there is absolutely no blood at all.


Like I said, I don't pretend to understand politics, or even all the terrorist atrocities that are going on.

Could anybody explain the video I have just seen?

07 Oct 2015 23:33:02
Evening all,
First time poster like CTR and I thought I would follow his footsteps and tell you a little story. It's not a conspiracy at any stretch of the imagination, but it might open your minds as to whether ghosts are amongst us. I met my wife (Tracy) at the start of 1987, and after doing the usual Boyfriend / Girlfriend courtship, we decided to get engaged.

In order to save up for forthcoming engagement party, I moved in with Tracy and her parents. The day I moved in, 15th October 1987, had no significance at the time, but for those of you who are old enough to remember, was the day that lead to the night of The great storm of 1987.

Watching the news that night, the weather forecasters had warned that storms would batter England overnight. We all retired to bed. However, I was woken up in the middle of the night to what turned out to be the crashing and bashing of dustbins, trees, car alarms and general debris outside in the street.

I pulled back the curtain to witness the full destruction of the storm. However, as I glanced in a more downward direction, something caught my eyes that froze me to the spot. A little old lady, silver of hair and pale of face, almost wafer thin in appearance, was staring up at me.

She stood in a nightie and was totally unaffected, if not oblivious, to the surrounding storm that engulfed all around her. We made eye contact for at least 10 seconds, and with no more than an acknowledging smile, she turned around and walked away.

I rubbed my eyes in disbelief for no more than 2 seconds, reopened them, and she was gone. I calmly returned to bed and fell asleep. Morning came, and I walked into kitchen, to be greeted by Tracy and her Mum. After discussing, even surveying the previous nights storm, I mentioned the little old lady I saw looking at me.

Amongst the funny looks and lighthearted ridicule, my 'Mother-in-Law' asked me what she looked like. I described her appearance and finished off explaining about the white crucifix on a chain that adorned the little old lady's neck.

At this point, my Mother-in-law looked at me, ashen in colour, slowly walked out of the kitchen. She returned minutes later and showed me a picture. The picture was of her mum, slight of build, silver hair and wearing a white crucifix cross on a chain, who sadly passed away 2 weeks before I met Tracy.

I obviously never met her or even seen a picture of this woman (Tracy's Grandmother). It's hard to explain, or even understand what happened that night, it was after all the first time I had ever slept round there.

We believe, she just wanted to meet me, from the grave, to give me her approval, I was, after all, soon to get engaged / married to her Granddaughter.

Do I believe in ghosts?
As from 15/16th October 1987, yes.