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In another thread, 3.14 asked what paranormal events you wish were true, which inspired me to ask: What's the coolest paranormal event you've actually seen?
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What's the coolest paranormal event you've seen?
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Gentoo
The Feisty Penguin
The only thing I've really seen is strange lights in the sky. I was with my dad when I was younger, and we both saw this star-sized light move in one direction, then do a complete 180 and retrace it's path.
The only thing is, UFO's and aliens visiting Earth is about the only paranormal event that I don't believe in at all.
EDIT: There are things that I do see with my mind's eye as a watchful Pagan, but I don't consider that to be in the same realm. But that's just me.
The only thing is, UFO's and aliens visiting Earth is about the only paranormal event that I don't believe in at all.
EDIT: There are things that I do see with my mind's eye as a watchful Pagan, but I don't consider that to be in the same realm. But that's just me.
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If you feel comfortable sharing, I'd be interested in some detail. YmirGF has shared some of his experiences OOB experiences too.
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Yeah, I'm paranormally boring that way too. That's exactly the only thing I've seen too.
Storm
ThrUU the Looking Glass
I don't know that I would consider them OOBEs. They don't line up with other descriptions I've heard.
The first time it happened was the first time I used shamanic drumming to enhance my normal meditation. Something just "clicked" and I was otherwhere, running through a forest. It's hard to explain but it was more than imagination. I could smell the loam, the trees, feel every feather of air and grain of soil beneath my feet.
The first time wasn't much more than that, but I continued to practice at it and eventually met my patron, and my two closest allies. My patron is indescribably beautiful, a dragon/ cliff, strange as that sounds. The curves of his great body rise from the stone in which he's entwined, still as the stone, but warm and alive. My closest ally, a powerful healer, takes the form of a bear, with deep violet eyes and braids and beads worked into his fur. The other ally, like my patron, frightens me a bit, though I love her dearly. She takes the form of a lake. I don't speak with them so much as commune without words.
That's a very poor description, and I think I'll stop there.
The first time it happened was the first time I used shamanic drumming to enhance my normal meditation. Something just "clicked" and I was otherwhere, running through a forest. It's hard to explain but it was more than imagination. I could smell the loam, the trees, feel every feather of air and grain of soil beneath my feet.
The first time wasn't much more than that, but I continued to practice at it and eventually met my patron, and my two closest allies. My patron is indescribably beautiful, a dragon/ cliff, strange as that sounds. The curves of his great body rise from the stone in which he's entwined, still as the stone, but warm and alive. My closest ally, a powerful healer, takes the form of a bear, with deep violet eyes and braids and beads worked into his fur. The other ally, like my patron, frightens me a bit, though I love her dearly. She takes the form of a lake. I don't speak with them so much as commune without words.
That's a very poor description, and I think I'll stop there.
mrscardero
Kal-El's Mama
I've had a few actually.
Here's one link that was posted a while back.
The others are more of being visited in my dreams when
people have passed on. Explanation follows.
cardero introduced me to his uncle who was sick in the hospital.
I had met him before when he used to buy cigarettes at the store
I used to work at. He was a nice man. I used to ID him and he would
laugh. I had slept over cardero's place that night. I had a dream about
his uncle. We were back at the hospital. I went in his room. He was
sitting on his bed wearing a white suite. Everything around him was faded black.
He was saying something but I couldn't make it out. He stood up.
I woke up and looked at the clock. 1:45am. I went back to sleep.
When it was time to wake up, cardero's mom
had informed us that his uncle had past away around 1-1:30 that morning.
I told cardero about this dream.
It has happened several times but with different people that had passed
on. Sometimes it's those I don't know. I don't know what it means and
why it happens. I wish I did know more.
Here's one link that was posted a while back.
The others are more of being visited in my dreams when
people have passed on. Explanation follows.
cardero introduced me to his uncle who was sick in the hospital.
I had met him before when he used to buy cigarettes at the store
I used to work at. He was a nice man. I used to ID him and he would
laugh. I had slept over cardero's place that night. I had a dream about
his uncle. We were back at the hospital. I went in his room. He was
sitting on his bed wearing a white suite. Everything around him was faded black.
He was saying something but I couldn't make it out. He stood up.
I woke up and looked at the clock. 1:45am. I went back to sleep.
When it was time to wake up, cardero's mom
had informed us that his uncle had past away around 1-1:30 that morning.
I told cardero about this dream.
It has happened several times but with different people that had passed
on. Sometimes it's those I don't know. I don't know what it means and
why it happens. I wish I did know more.
Charity
Let's go racing boys !
A few months before my mom passed away, my husband and I were sitting in the family room watching tv. I saw a shadow that appeared like a person pass by a few feet from where we were sitting. Not wanting to appear like a lunatic, I did not mention it to my husband....A few minutes later he turned to me and said "I thought I saw someone walking over there" Now at least I had the satisfaction of knowing that we could both be crazy or in fact something did do a fly by and decided to walk through our house.
My husband was a patient in our local hospice and was nearing the end of his life. I had been with him for months caring for him and I had reached the point of exhaustion. A friend of my husbands, said for me to go home and get some rest and He would stay and call me if there were any change. We lived about 10 minutes away from Hospice. About 5:30am I woke up suddenly, sure that I had just heard my husband call my name, and ran to the phone and called the nurse on duty, she said there had just been a change in my husband's condition and she was going to call me. I immediatedly drove the distance to Hospice and was there for the last 45 min of my husband's life.
My husband was a patient in our local hospice and was nearing the end of his life. I had been with him for months caring for him and I had reached the point of exhaustion. A friend of my husbands, said for me to go home and get some rest and He would stay and call me if there were any change. We lived about 10 minutes away from Hospice. About 5:30am I woke up suddenly, sure that I had just heard my husband call my name, and ran to the phone and called the nurse on duty, she said there had just been a change in my husband's condition and she was going to call me. I immediatedly drove the distance to Hospice and was there for the last 45 min of my husband's life.
sweetsstuff2007
New Member
I've had several experiences with spirits. I have lived in at least three houses with definite paranormal activity. The scariest was in the second house that I lived in. We always saw and heard things: doors opening by themselves, lights turning on and off, T.V. turning on and off: But the creepiest happened late at night in my bedroom. My son was about 2 or 3 months old and his crib was in my room. The curtains by his bed were open a crack and there was dust floating in the light from the street. I looked over and the dust turned into the shape of a woman. She appeared to bend over the crib and kiss my son on the head and then she just disappeared. Me and his dad figured it would be a good idea to go out and watch t.v. cause it freaked us out and we needed light, but we were too scared to move.
whereismynotecard
Treasure Hunter
I took pictures of a tombstone once. It was a tombstone that was local and there was a story that the lady buried there was a witch, but she died a very long time ago. When I got the pictures developed, 3 out of 4 of them had fuzzy whitish blurs on them. I thought that was cool. I don't believe in ghosts, but I like to show the pictures to people and say that it's a ghost. I wish I could show you, but they weren't digital pictures, and I have no photo-scanner. 
whereismynotecard
Treasure Hunter
And then the same thing happened over and over until you realized that you were your nephew!?!
I'm hijacking this old thread! Apparently I can't start a new thread yet so I figure I'll hold a shotgun to this one's cranium and state my demands concerning Ghosts, Spirits, Poltergeists, Spectres, Haunts, Revenants, Apparitions, Ectothingies, etc.
If the bank managers- I mean mods.... wanna move this, that's cool.
I'm curious. Based on my surfing around here I think there's a majority of believers in the paranormal than there are skeptics. I'm looking specifically for people's (preferably) personal anecdotes about an experience that helped convince them of the reality of life after death. I'm looking for specific stories about ghosts primarily, maybe some NDE action if relevant, but afterlife affirming stuff please! I'd prefer those who actually claim a sighting or something themselves, but those who have ideas as to what ghosts are and even an analysis of the claims would be greatly appreciated.
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If the bank managers- I mean mods.... wanna move this, that's cool.
I'm curious. Based on my surfing around here I think there's a majority of believers in the paranormal than there are skeptics. I'm looking specifically for people's (preferably) personal anecdotes about an experience that helped convince them of the reality of life after death. I'm looking for specific stories about ghosts primarily, maybe some NDE action if relevant, but afterlife affirming stuff please! I'd prefer those who actually claim a sighting or something themselves, but those who have ideas as to what ghosts are and even an analysis of the claims would be greatly appreciated.
<clanks chains>
Yup. Perhaps it's my browser......
Anyway, if a mod wants to move it(?)......
...or not?
dawny0826
Mother Heathen
As a child, I had an Aunt June that I loved so very much. When she passed away, I was about four or five years old. Her death was a supposed suicide but evidence suggested that it was likely unplanned.
Her death was my first experience with grief. There's never been anyone in my life whose face...voice...smell...has left such an imprint in my heart. I still remember her clearly.
Within a year of her death, I was playing in her back yard with my cousins and I looked at the kitchen window and my Aunt June was there...waving at me. She smiled and waved and then she was gone.
It didn't scare me, I just found it a bit odd and I had enough sense even at five not to tell anyone because I was fearful that it would upset my cousins, as she was their grandmother. So, I kept it as my own secret.
I lived in an apartment for a short spell, situated on the same street as the cemetary in which my Aunt is buried. One day, I was lounging in my room and was all of a sudden overwhelmed with this sensation that someone else was with me in the room and almost involuntarily I spoke her name. She just came to mind all of a sudden.
The room went cold for just a moment...the blinds on my window moved just a bit as if someone took their finger and lightly played up and down the blinds... and then I felt a kiss on my cheek and heard a sigh. And that was it...
Very peaceful and lovely experiences. And ironically, the house that she lived in is situated on the corner of the same street my Nana lives on. Their father purchased the house for Aunt June. And years after Aunt June passed away, her husband put the house on the market and moved into a smaller home.
That house doesn't remain occupied. When I told my Nana my "stories", she said rather matter of factly that Aunt June is probably keeping people away from "her" house.
Ghost? Terrible market? Take your pick.
Her death was my first experience with grief. There's never been anyone in my life whose face...voice...smell...has left such an imprint in my heart. I still remember her clearly.
Within a year of her death, I was playing in her back yard with my cousins and I looked at the kitchen window and my Aunt June was there...waving at me. She smiled and waved and then she was gone.
It didn't scare me, I just found it a bit odd and I had enough sense even at five not to tell anyone because I was fearful that it would upset my cousins, as she was their grandmother. So, I kept it as my own secret.
I lived in an apartment for a short spell, situated on the same street as the cemetary in which my Aunt is buried. One day, I was lounging in my room and was all of a sudden overwhelmed with this sensation that someone else was with me in the room and almost involuntarily I spoke her name. She just came to mind all of a sudden.
The room went cold for just a moment...the blinds on my window moved just a bit as if someone took their finger and lightly played up and down the blinds... and then I felt a kiss on my cheek and heard a sigh. And that was it...
Very peaceful and lovely experiences. And ironically, the house that she lived in is situated on the corner of the same street my Nana lives on. Their father purchased the house for Aunt June. And years after Aunt June passed away, her husband put the house on the market and moved into a smaller home.
That house doesn't remain occupied. When I told my Nana my "stories", she said rather matter of factly that Aunt June is probably keeping people away from "her" house.
Ghost? Terrible market? Take your pick.
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Buttercup
Veteran Member
I'm pretty sure we have a ghost in our house or maybe two.
When we bought our home in 2003, all we knew about the previous owners was they were elderly and had died recently. They left behind some atrocious colors everywhere so before moving in we tore out the carpet, took down all the draperies, painted the entire house and completely refinished the wood floors. When I kept smelling cigarette smoke in the hallway I was baffled. The walls had three coats of paint plus the floors had been stripped, sanded and re-stained, there shouldn't have been any lingering odors at all. For months just before entering our bedroom I would often notice this strong smell of cigarettes but chalked it up to the staying power of tobacco.
One day we were outside working in the yard when we got to chatting with the next door neighbor who had lived in her house for 50 years. I asked her if either of the former owners ever smoked. She said the wife smoked but quit 30 years prior. She also mentioned the woman died in the room across the hall from our bedroom. Very odd.
The other strange events that have happened since are:
A very large mirror in the bathroom (off the same hall) came crashing down for no apparent reason one morning at 3am.
Rick and I both saw a picture in that same hall turn sideways, fall off the nail that held it and crash to the floor.
One morning not long ago I was in the house by myself and was awoken by a very loud buzzing noise that wouldn't stop. I got up, looked outside, checked every room downstairs but still couldn't figure out where that noise was coming from. It was driving me crazy because it was so loud. Finally I went upstairs to the attic. In an unused room, a TV was blasting at full volume but nothing was on the screen, just static. The odd thing was that television had not been turned on in over a year and certainly wasn't left at that volume, it was deafeningly loud. Very strange.
I should say that....I DO believe in ghosts.
When we bought our home in 2003, all we knew about the previous owners was they were elderly and had died recently. They left behind some atrocious colors everywhere so before moving in we tore out the carpet, took down all the draperies, painted the entire house and completely refinished the wood floors. When I kept smelling cigarette smoke in the hallway I was baffled. The walls had three coats of paint plus the floors had been stripped, sanded and re-stained, there shouldn't have been any lingering odors at all. For months just before entering our bedroom I would often notice this strong smell of cigarettes but chalked it up to the staying power of tobacco.
One day we were outside working in the yard when we got to chatting with the next door neighbor who had lived in her house for 50 years. I asked her if either of the former owners ever smoked. She said the wife smoked but quit 30 years prior. She also mentioned the woman died in the room across the hall from our bedroom. Very odd.
The other strange events that have happened since are:
A very large mirror in the bathroom (off the same hall) came crashing down for no apparent reason one morning at 3am.
Rick and I both saw a picture in that same hall turn sideways, fall off the nail that held it and crash to the floor.
One morning not long ago I was in the house by myself and was awoken by a very loud buzzing noise that wouldn't stop. I got up, looked outside, checked every room downstairs but still couldn't figure out where that noise was coming from. It was driving me crazy because it was so loud. Finally I went upstairs to the attic. In an unused room, a TV was blasting at full volume but nothing was on the screen, just static. The odd thing was that television had not been turned on in over a year and certainly wasn't left at that volume, it was deafeningly loud. Very strange.
I should say that....I DO believe in ghosts.
dawny0826
Mother Heathen
I'm pretty sure we have a ghost in our house or maybe two.
When we bought our home in 2003, all we knew about the previous owners was they were elderly and had died recently. They left behind some atrocious colors everywhere so before moving in we tore out the carpet, took down all the draperies, painted the entire house and completely refinished the wood floors. When I kept smelling cigarette smoke in the hallway I was baffled. The walls had three coats of paint plus the floors had been stripped, sanded and re-stained, there shouldn't have been any lingering odors at all. For months just before entering our bedroom I would often notice this strong smell of cigarettes but chalked it up to the staying power of tobacco.
One day we were outside working in the yard when we got to chatting with the next door neighbor who had lived in her house for 50 years. I asked her if either of the former owners ever smoked. She said the wife smoked but quit 30 years prior. She also mentioned the woman died in the room across the hall from our bedroom. Very odd.
The other strange events that have happened since are:
A very large mirror in the bathroom (off the same hall) came crashing down for no apparent reason one morning at 3am.
Rick and I both saw a picture in that same hall turn sideways, fall off the nail that held it and crash to the floor.
One morning not long ago I was in the house by myself and was awoken by a very loud buzzing noise that wouldn't stop. I got up, looked outside, checked every room downstairs but still couldn't figure out where that noise was coming from. It was driving me crazy because it was so loud. Finally I went upstairs to the attic. In an unused room, a TV was blasting at full volume but nothing was on the screen, just static. The odd thing was that television had not been turned on in over a year and certainly wasn't left at that volume, it was deafeningly loud. Very strange.
I should say that....I DO believe in ghosts.
Creepy, Rhonda. Are your ghosts friendly? Or angry that you did a little redecorating?