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Your Paranormal Experiences
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So there's been a few chats here recently about what paranormal events can be caused by. People have differing opinions.
Almost all, though, have had some sort of unexplained event.
Let's hear (one) of yours....and what you believe (personally) the cas was. we'll start with ONE each (in the interests of brevity lol). As (if) the chat goes on we can share others ....I've had a few experiences.
I'll kick it off with (one) of mine. Totally true!
I was woken by husband tapping my leg urgently. Not a dream. Physical! Husband was in ICU in a hospital 20 mins away! Nowhere near to our own bed. I was running out the door to get to the hospital when ICU called saying my husband was in cardiac arrest. I believe it was God (or one of his angels) telling me to get there ASAP.
Almost all, though, have had some sort of unexplained event.
Let's hear (one) of yours....and what you believe (personally) the cas was. we'll start with ONE each (in the interests of brevity lol). As (if) the chat goes on we can share others ....I've had a few experiences.
I'll kick it off with (one) of mine. Totally true!
I was woken by husband tapping my leg urgently. Not a dream. Physical! Husband was in ICU in a hospital 20 mins away! Nowhere near to our own bed. I was running out the door to get to the hospital when ICU called saying my husband was in cardiac arrest. I believe it was God (or one of his angels) telling me to get there ASAP.
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Piggy it's a shame you find it silly. I guess theres lots of threads on here that some might think is silly. in any topic. The recent post I was referring to wasn't asking this exact question - it was an offshoot of a different question last night. But - fair enough - if anyone thinks its silly (or not relevant to them) then ....scroll on past.
Paranormal is one way of saying it is unexplained and alarming. My most obvious example was so alarming that I didn't dare tell anyone/everyone there when what I appeared to have foreseen happened. I had a vision while wide awake and sitting in a chair but it foretold an event which was not only unexpected (by me who was unaware of a terminal illness) but also distinctly upsetting. On having the vision I was ashamed and wondered what on earth was wrong with my head to "think" such a thing. Once the vision was played out in extraordinary detail some days later, I still kept quiet about it - who would believe me ?
Thats a classic example of the sort of thing. Bizarre, inexplicable and...REAL. You must have been so shocked when it came true. Even though you didn't tell anyone at the time did you mention it to anyone much later? What do you think the cause of the vision was? I mean yes, it can't be explained but why do you think you got the vision yourself?
Will do my best to shorten this.
Had a lovely friend, M. He and his not so lovely brother, D would pick my boyfriend and I up in D's car to go for a drive.
One evening I knew I must not get in the car. I felt strange just opening the door.
M and D drove away as boyfriend and I rowed.
Woken by police in the early hours. Car had crashed and they thought we should have been in it. They'd been searching for our bodies.
Fast forward a long time. I had a dream. I was in Rugby railway station. The cubicles had swing doors. In one door stood my Granny and a coffin was sliding in and out of another. Main door opened and M came in and towards me. I asked him not to touch me or I would die. Instead he took hold of my Granny's hands.
When I woke I told the lady I was living with that my Granny was dead and was told not to be silly.
Received a message that afternoon. Granny was dead and where did we have to go to catch the train to go over for the funeral?
Rugby railway station... :-)
Had a lovely friend, M. He and his not so lovely brother, D would pick my boyfriend and I up in D's car to go for a drive.
One evening I knew I must not get in the car. I felt strange just opening the door.
M and D drove away as boyfriend and I rowed.
Woken by police in the early hours. Car had crashed and they thought we should have been in it. They'd been searching for our bodies.
Fast forward a long time. I had a dream. I was in Rugby railway station. The cubicles had swing doors. In one door stood my Granny and a coffin was sliding in and out of another. Main door opened and M came in and towards me. I asked him not to touch me or I would die. Instead he took hold of my Granny's hands.
When I woke I told the lady I was living with that my Granny was dead and was told not to be silly.
Received a message that afternoon. Granny was dead and where did we have to go to catch the train to go over for the funeral?
Rugby railway station... :-)
The event was the revelation to me, like on a large invisible TV screen or as a hologram, of being told of a friend's death. I saw the vision on a Thursday afternoon and then experienced for real just under 48 hours later a replay, complete with a strangely expressionless facial expression. At the time of the vision appearing to me the friend was in hospital a matter of a few hours from death (comatose, I believe). I could not know that we would go to another house when there was no sign of my friend at her house. The only difference between vision and reality in all the detail was "X is dead" (vision) and "X died yesterday morning" (reality) being how I was told - by a niece who almost looked as if hypnotised as she said it on opening the door to see us on her doorstep, then "snapping out of it" and embracing me. She also had no idea we were coming and no doubt was quite surprised to see us.
I have since told of it several times, but not often and, to me it is surprising that nobody has doubted my word (but it has been a carefully selected "audience"). My friend X didn't know I was in her country and certainly not that I was planning to visit (with my wife). I didn't announce the visit because she always became so excited at the prospect of seeing me and I didn't want a repeat of causing concern when on the last visit we were delayed in arriving. As the vision appeared I was tracing in my mind the route from where we were to her house. She was a particularly warm but also a level headed personality. Many years before she had told me she would not accept life extending medical intervention.
On the "replay" the first thing I thought of was how there are things we just have no explanation for. I certainly hoped I was not able to see the future. Those who heard the story and know me have smiled knowingly and said things like, "Ah, you have finer senses". Scots call this sort of thing being "Fay" (spelling ?). I have a long history of "sensing" impending things, back then being able to guess/tell whether it was good or bad in nature but rarely exactly what it was. My wife and I have talked about it as "having a feeling", we simply accepted it and made a mental note. She often spotted the signs in my behaviour and would ask me if I was having one. Picture the anticipation :) This sensitivity has faded in the past 10-15 years and is much rarer now.
I have since told of it several times, but not often and, to me it is surprising that nobody has doubted my word (but it has been a carefully selected "audience"). My friend X didn't know I was in her country and certainly not that I was planning to visit (with my wife). I didn't announce the visit because she always became so excited at the prospect of seeing me and I didn't want a repeat of causing concern when on the last visit we were delayed in arriving. As the vision appeared I was tracing in my mind the route from where we were to her house. She was a particularly warm but also a level headed personality. Many years before she had told me she would not accept life extending medical intervention.
On the "replay" the first thing I thought of was how there are things we just have no explanation for. I certainly hoped I was not able to see the future. Those who heard the story and know me have smiled knowingly and said things like, "Ah, you have finer senses". Scots call this sort of thing being "Fay" (spelling ?). I have a long history of "sensing" impending things, back then being able to guess/tell whether it was good or bad in nature but rarely exactly what it was. My wife and I have talked about it as "having a feeling", we simply accepted it and made a mental note. She often spotted the signs in my behaviour and would ask me if I was having one. Picture the anticipation :) This sensitivity has faded in the past 10-15 years and is much rarer now.
I don't know why, Eve. My instincts are really good so I trust them.
I told the boyfriend and both D and M why I wouldn't get in the car. I said I felt there was danger. They weren't happy with me and the boyfriend grumped all evening.
I told the lady, her husband and my boyfriend about the dream and that I knew my Gran was dead. There was no closeness at all between us so it wasn't anything like that which some experience I think.
It was fifty four years ago and I can't remember any details of a conversation with my three colleagues but I know they were taken aback when I got the message about something I already knew.
Probably thinking....Wow. We're working with a witch!
I don't know how these things happen but I'm not overly keen on dreaming about M again! :-)
I told the boyfriend and both D and M why I wouldn't get in the car. I said I felt there was danger. They weren't happy with me and the boyfriend grumped all evening.
I told the lady, her husband and my boyfriend about the dream and that I knew my Gran was dead. There was no closeness at all between us so it wasn't anything like that which some experience I think.
It was fifty four years ago and I can't remember any details of a conversation with my three colleagues but I know they were taken aback when I got the message about something I already knew.
Probably thinking....Wow. We're working with a witch!
I don't know how these things happen but I'm not overly keen on dreaming about M again! :-)
M and I had been really good friends from about the age of twelve. After he died his mum asked if I would go visit her in Liverpool. Boyfriend and I went.
Because she knew how close we'd been she put me in...the special room...
It was a shrine. Awful. Photos, clothes, candles, locks of hair..just so much stuff but the worst was that on the table by my bed was a bowl of mud she had collected from the crash site that had been covered in his blood.
Much as I would have loved to somehow be a comfort to her I wasn't ever able to return.
Because she knew how close we'd been she put me in...the special room...
It was a shrine. Awful. Photos, clothes, candles, locks of hair..just so much stuff but the worst was that on the table by my bed was a bowl of mud she had collected from the crash site that had been covered in his blood.
Much as I would have loved to somehow be a comfort to her I wasn't ever able to return.
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