Romania

My first paranormal experience happened when I was about 32-33 years old. It was Easter Sunday. I was preparing dinner in the kitchen. I was standing about 2 m away from the table where there was a lid which started to "live its own life". This lid measuring about 50-60cm in its diameter started to fly with a 4 m trajectory. It landed under the table with a terrible noise. Everybody in the house and even our neighbors ran into the kitchen. I just stood there, with my feet rooted in the ground. No one could find any reasonable explanation to what just happened.

One afternoon I was alone in the house. The doors were all closed. I was painting, and as I was mixing some paint on the plastic table, something pounded heavily on the table. No one was near me, or in adjacent rooms who could have done it.
 
 

Neither did the table crack. I recorded the above two stories while I was still in Romania.

United States

My paranormal experiences continued here as well. I don't believe that "my ghosts" traveled with me from Romania to America. I will only write down; however, only the most interesting ones, because if I included all, I would have to write more than a hundred.

It happened in the middle of the 80's. I did not record the date.

I was sitting on the edge of my bed in my bedroom in front of the mirror. I was doing my hair. Suddenly, "something," or "someone" hit the blinds on the window behind me so hard that it bent. I saw it happen in the mirror. The warp in the blind was still visible for many years afterwards. There wasn't any draft, the doors and the windows were all closed.

It is interesting to note here, that others have heard the doors in this house opening and closing by themselves on several occasions. Even those who moved in after us heard them.

I had paranormal experiences at my workplace too. For these ones 1 have witnesses. Here I will only include the most interesting ones.

We have a big trashcan with a lid whose diameter is about 1 meter. The lid was resting against the wall. While it cannot stand on its own, I saw with my eyes as it actually started to stand on its own. Everyone ran into the kitchen to see why I was screaming, and they all stood there with their jaws on the floor, staring at the lid. Everybody was watching in amazement as the lid, as a steering wheel, was turning and moving around and around. It lasted for minutes. Before the lid "stood" up on its own, I saw near it a grayish fog-like something that was about the size of a dog. I could see it clearly because I was standing about 2m away from.

The thought even crossed my mind. "What is a dog doing in the kitchen?" We work in a totally enclosed space, underground. It was after "it" disappeared, that the "lid dance" Many saw it, including Sandor Matyas, Matyas Juhasz and two other Mexican boys:

It happened in July 1994:

In addition to many other pots and pans, there is a thick, massive kettle in the kitchen made of TEFLON. It was standing on the metal table, "unemployed". I could see "it" clearly, because I was standing near the outlet. A bright ray, as wide as my finger, emerged from the outlet, crossing the kitchen only to disappear under the refrigerator door. It bore a hole on the rim of the above-mentioned kettle, and it melted it. This hole is present to this day. It must have been luck that spared my hand, because this ray shot across the kitchen right next to me.

This happened on a bright, shiny summer day. I have never seen lightening strike in California in July. We even called an electrician but he couldn't find anything wrong with the outlet that could explain what just happened. We live in California and I didn't see a lightning in the sky.

July 22, 1994

The flour box that weighed about 40 Ibs "ascended" in the air. In its ascent it must have touched one of the machines, because even that almost tipped over. This was accompanied by a loud noise. I saw it and I heard it.

A container of dry parsley also flew across the kitchen, after it was hit quite audibly by "something." It flew toward me. Nobody was around the box. The box flew 1.5-2m. Juan, my helper, was standing behind me, and he saw it too. He is willing to be a witness if it's necessary.

On July 4, 1994, a huge measuring spoon that I use for flour jumped up. Prior to that it was "relaxing" in a plastic bin, as it was "recovering" from the day's work. Mathyas Juhasz , the cook to whom I was just giving instructions saw it happening.

In addition to the above objects, kettles, spoons, and paintbrushes as well jumped and flew around me. Sometimes there were witnesses to the happenings, sometimes not, and in those cases only my believable words are the evidence. There are also pictures to document these happenings.

As far as I am concerned, I am quite skeptical when it comes to others' paranormal stories. However, when I do read about them, I feel good to see that these happen to others as well.

It is difficult to believe stories told by others which one never experienced. I believe that this is human nature. But when there is evidence, like photographs, witnesses, one cannot say that those happenings were hallucinations-has anyone seen mentally sick camera? Has anyone seen a camera hallucinating? My photographs are not fakes, anybody can inspect them.

I will now include here some of my ghost stories. I honestly don't know who or what is responsible for the previous flying stories. One hypothesis, offered to me by the professor from Essex was that, perhaps the above flying objects were the means my "friends" are trying to bring attention to them. I have no way of knowing, since "they" have not communicated with me that.
 

Ghost Stories

My uncle, Tony, who was an officer on the ship called "Mircea", had just passed away. I already mentioned before the Acropolis. My uncle, once jokingly, told me, that after he dies, if he can, he will send a signal to me, he'll notify me.

Shortly after my uncle Tony's death, one night, I woke up and heard morse like sounds coming the back of the night table. 1 heard them for a while. This repeated itself two consecutive nights, and 1 even readied myself by having paper and pencil ready to record the message. The paper and pencil were just an arm's stretch away, and yet I was too scared to move. I regret it to this day that I was such a coward.

One more strange story from these times. I was quietly crying at night. Across from me, above the tile stove, a lily-like form appeared. It was bright, and denser than fog. It started to hover toward me, and when it was above my head, it descended. It took the shape of two big hands or, perhaps that of giant butterfly wings. It started to caress me. I felt it. Although I was very scared, it took me a while to muster enough courage to get up and turn the lights on.

While I have plenty other of these stories, I only included about one third of them here.

Explanations, unfortunately I cannot provide, neither can I answer the questions of why?, who,? and what is happening to me.

Out of curiosity, I went to a well-respected astrologer. Hoping that perhaps he will provide some clues. He entered all of the relevant information about me into a computer, and he constructed my horoscope.

The end result was as complex as I or my life. He is still in the process of solving it, saying that he has never seen such a complicated horoscope. Thinking that perhaps, he is not telling me the truth for one reason or another, I sought the services of another astrologer. After showing him my horoscope, he said that I am a very special person with an important mission.

I am attaching this horoscope at the end of the book, perhaps somebody can shed more light on it.

Regardless of whether my experiences are paranormal, or whether they are in connection with UFOs, to this day I have found no explanation to why they are happening to me? I know this much: Neither do I have any healing powers, nor any other special energies or powers that would be required of someone so much visited. I wish I had such powers, they would come in handy at times.

Everything that I wrote in this book is true, and it happened. I neither took away, nor did I add to these. I know that others also have such experiences, but are afraid to talk about them. This subject is still considered taboo, and of course one is afraid of the stigma, of being labeled "not entirely all together.".

Perhaps, in my case 1 am merely more open to new ideas, and have a more adventurous spirit than most others. This may be why they made contact with me.

Now I will conclude this chapter with another interesting dream..

" I am Zanna from Zaidzisz." In several of my dreams Zanna was my name. The city I lived in was a wonderful crystal city, with a lake, a meadow in Zaidzisz .

Not long ago I was reading the 1997 spring issue of the UFO magazine, "Sightings," and on page 50, I saw a picture about an extraterrestrial called Zanna. I was shocked when 1 red this article. For years, I had been searching for the meaning of the word Zenna. I checked in dictionaries, in books, and libraries, but in vain. Then, it appeared in that article.

Please do not misunderstand me here. I do not imagine myself to be anyone else but me. Perhaps, I lived on another planet before as Zanna. After all, Szamszara's wheel is turning, and it is quite possible to have been born on another planet, in another body before in the interest of our Karma.