Any personal encounters with the paranormal?

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Where do those souls go when they're not seeking the living ones out? Do you think there's a heaven?

Having recently lost my mom, I wonder this all the time.

I don't know. And I think people who claim to know are just guessing. I've tried to get answers from deceased loved ones, spirit guides, angels, ascended masters (for me, Jesus) but I can't. I get the sense that if we knew, it would interfere with our work here on earth so it's just information we aren't allowed to have.

I'll give you one interesting theory that resonates with me. The reality that we are living here on earth is just one aspect of our higher self. Our higher self is our true self. Our I Am. That part of us never leaves the spirit realm. We just dispatch different aspects of that higher self into different realities. Our purpose for being on this earth at this time in this reality is to learn. This is our earth school. This is where we learn to truly love, to show compassion, to become enlightened, to uplevel, .... And we repeat the process until we get it right. If this is true, then your mother's soul would simply rejoin her higher self. I am a Christian so I would call that heaven - a place where Source Energy (or God) is.

I'm sorry your mother died. I do believe there is a heaven. And I think we have all been there many times. I just think if we remembered it clearly, we might be a little too anxious to leave this world when things get tough. I do know that life continues after death. I know that most spirits I talk to who have died and moved on are happy and at peace. I'm just not sure exactly what it looks like.

Do you believe that souls speak to their non-psychic loved ones in various ways? My mom recently passed away and I think she is speaking to me through flickering lights and random electronics, like the garage door opening when not pressed, etc.

Our deceased loved ones communicate with us often. All of us are born with the natural ability to receive those messages. Most people just aren't paying attention. Spiritual beings like to use energy to communicate with us because it's easier for them to manipulate. Also look for anything that repeats in your environment, especially numbers. If you noice it, tell them! Say, "I saw that! Thank you!"

Have you ever heard of baby’s coming back and giving signs? My son passed at 10 months old and I’m awake right now at 4 AM missing him terribly. Sometimes I just doubt that his young soul would be able to come back and see me. I ask him to visit me in dreams and it doesn’t work either. I’m afraid I’m losing memories of him too.

I am so sorry your son died. In my experience, babies absolutely do come back and they often do leave signs. Remember that you experienced that precious soul as an infant, but who he really is, is eternal. He is not an infant in the spirit realm. He is eternal. He existed on this earth for 10 months, plus the 9 months you carried him for a reason. His life is precious and meaningful no matter howl long he was here. The way we perceive time is very much tied to this reality. Time doesn't exist in the same way for your son. His higher self - who he really, really is absent the physical - is eternal. He absolutely will provide you signs. Ask him! He can hear you when you speak to him. He doesn't see you as a physical. He sees you as spirit. Ask him for a sign and then pay attention. I believe with all of my heart you will get that sign. Sending you love. Praying that you find peace as you move through the grief.

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When my sister died after a long illness that began when she was still a kid, I began finding pennies everywhere. There would be nothing in a particular spot, I would leave for a few moments, come back, and lo and behold, there was a penny in that spot where there had been nothing a few moments earlier. I always did a double take and wondered if I had missed seeing the penny earlier. But it was happening all the time, not just those coincidental random pennies you find once in a while. The first Christmas two months after her death, I made a big gift basket arrangement for another sibling and wrapped it with shrink wrap so that it was enclosed. On the spur of the moment, I fashioned a big ribbon bow and taped it to the front of the basket on top of the shrink wrap. Then I drove to my parents' house to place the gifts under the tree. When I get to my parents' house I unloaded the gifts (Xmas Eve). Last to pick up was the gift basket, placed carefully on the car seat to avoid getting the shrink wrap messed up. It was dark outside, but even so, I realized something curious. The bow that I had placed on top of the cellophane shrink wrap was now tucked among the gifts inside the basket. Whaaat? I took the large basket into the house, my mind whirling. The bow was inside the basket, under the shrink wrap, unequivocally. I have no idea how that happened. Did a double and triple mental check, trying to remember if I might have placed it inside the basket and not outside the basket. Another layer to this story is that the sister who passed held a serious grudge against the sister who was receiving this basket. It was almost like a message to the gift recipient. I was careful to tell the sister about the ribbon, not sure if that was meant to be a message to her. I still don't know if maybe in the pre-Christmas rush I might have placed the bow inside the basket, but damn, it was an afterthought, done on the spur of the moment after the basket had been finished and shrink wrap applied. The following day the family was gathered around the living room opening gifts. Suddenly, twin toddler nephews pointed towards a corner of the ceiling and they both excitedly called out the name of the sister who had just passed away.

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Anonymous wrote:At the Naval Postgraduate School. The hotel decor looks like a mashup between The Shining and Hogwarts. I saw a 3 dimensional, small white light with like, spikes on it. It was floating.

I've stayed at that place. It is absolutely beautiful but completely creepy.

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Oh man I love this thread.

I lived in Central America for a few years and lived in a small adobe hut style house by myself. Everybody in my village said that our town was used as a prison during one of the civil wars/revolutionary wars that happened in the 80s. Lots of people were tortured and killed.

I was up late one night reading in bed (under my mosquito net) and I could swear I saw something/felt something touch me. I was so freaked out I immediately turned out the light and huddled under my blankets. I never tried to talk to him/her but I definitely saw something and felt something!

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Also I LOVE these!!!! Yay!!!!

http://www.dcurbanmom.com/jforum/posts/list/740332.page

I get excited when I see these threads too!

Does anybody know of a good website to read stuff like this?

Spooked by Glynn Washington is a really great podcast in these types of stories.

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I'm not at all supersititious and probably don't believe in ghosts. But...
when I lived in Moscow, for some reason, I could not get near what was then called the Hotel Ukraine. It totally freaked me out -- if I was within a block of it, I just felt like I was cold and couldn't breathe.

I mentioned it to one of my Russian friends, laughing at myself for being so silly about a building (and one which looks almost exactly like a couple other buildings in Moscow), and my Russian friend said "Well, that makes sense. They used to use it for interrogations when Lubyanka prison was full or they didn't want to take them there." I've never been able to confirm that, so I don't know if my friend was pulling my leg, but they seemed to be serious (and were close enough to the dissident movement to maybe know).

It might just be that the hotel is big and sort of blocks the sun when you're standing in front of it. But it felt like bad mojo. It's a fancy Radisson now!

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A friend of my parents who was a highly placed realtor once told this story. She had an out of town client who was being transferred to their city for a very senior legal role. There was a busy weekend of touring houses for sale. They walked into a house that was completely empty and had been freshly painted. The client took about ten steps into the house and stopped and said something terrible had happened in that house and walked straight back out.

The realtor contacted the listing agent and found out that the previous owner had killed himself in the house.

I know the realtor in question and have no reasons to doubt her story. While I’ve never had paranormal experiences myself and in general think lowly of the concept, there are a few stories that do make you ponder a bit.

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Anonymous wrote:I sooo love this topic! I’ve always been hyper aware of everything, my surroundings, human condition, nature and animals etc. I am deeply emapathetic. Extremely physically sensual. If there is a sound behind me, often quite a distance away, the back of my ear gently vibrates or twitches for a second (always the ear where the sound is coming from). I have a few occurrences but can’t list all right now. Just this very current and heart bursting moment. Bear with me...My beautiful father passed away on 2/14/18. My mother (who was a saint) passed away 10 years ago on 2/12/10. I spent most of my adult life as their primary caregiver. I had deep respect for my parents for many reasons that I won’t get into. It was muddled with uninvolved siblings, a brother who is so awful and was awful to our parents.

When my mother died, my father kept telling people at her service how he was so sad that she didn’t receive the Valentine card he sent (he always mailed one to her which is quirky). I cared for him for years, always had my bag packed, rushing to him for every emergency and getting him stable before coming home to my own family. It was hell, honestly. But, my devotion to my parents was unending. I never had a signal from my mother after she died, except one instance which this post is not about. My father declined and passed this year on Valentine’s Day. It really didn’t register that it was V day for me. Siblings were there making it less than a peaceful time. Once I had a chance to be alone at my dad’s place with arrangements made and plan in place to fly home with him the next morning, I began getting his place cleaned and organized to close up. My father loved jazz. I had placed a bose in his bedroom and played his jazz cd’s for him, as he was mostly in bed toward the end. I grabbed a cd and put it on shuffle. First song to play was, My Funny Valentine. Of course, I teared up. My best friend called and we talked for a minute, then she said, I keep remembering talking to dad at mom’s service and how I cried when he told me about the valentine card. I told her how strange it was that she mentioned it because I just play a cd on shuffle and My Funny Valentine was the first song. We were all wow, omg it’s a sign and said goodbye. Didn’t think much after that and became distracted because the Parkland school shooting was happening. As it turns out, my father passed away as the shooter started his rampage and the school was less than 10 miles from his home. Turned on the news, became even more filled with grief and continued with busy work. I was packing boxes of my siblings items to be shipped. Going through pictures etc. I found a white envelope, sealed with my fathers writing on the front; You never received this, but you’ll always be my beautiful valentine. I carefully opened the seal and inside was the valentine card he mailed her 10 years prior, post stamped and unopened.

That is all...faith and God bless!

I'm sorry for the loss of your parents, pp, but I'm not sure I get the paranormal aspect of this. Your mom died 2 days before valentines day. it sounds like your dad wrote and mailed her a Vday card after she passed like he did in years past. He never opened it and just kept the unopened card. And you found it when packing up his things. Am I missing something?

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I lived in an old apartment building in West Berlin where lights would go off and on by themselves and items would be "lost" but then found in strange places.

I have this strange thing that goes on where I'll think of someone and then I'll see the person that day or the next. For example, there was this older woman at the gym who wore a ton of perfume that I hadn't seen in a long time. I was thinking about her for no particular reason yesterday morning. I went to T.J. Maxx last night and there she was.

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Anonymous wrote:I'm a medium. Initially a very reluctant medium. I've been a psychic (really, more of an empath) since childhood. I had no desire at all to see dead people. But they know I can see them so they pop up often.

Last time was less than a week ago. DH and I went to an estate sale. As soon as we pulled into the driveway, I could feel it. I walked into the garage and standing right behind the homeowner was his deceased wife. She was determined to get a message to her husband no matter how hard I tried to ignore her. How to you tell a stranger that his deceased wife wants to talk? You can't just come out and say it.

I don't want to get too specific because of his privacy. But she asked me to tell him to look under a piece of furniture in the house. When we did, we found a treasured piece of her jewelry that had been missing. Even after that, she would not shut up. She wanted him to know that she was happy and well. She wanted him to know that selling the house was a good decision. Just on and on. She was a beautiful soul who was determined to get her message through. Spirits know who can see them. She was just waiting for an opportunity.

It happens to me all the time when I'm out in public. Standing in line at Target, eating at restaurants, at the park, very often on Metro. I never say a word. There is no way I'm going to start telling random strangers that grandma has stepped forward to chat.

PP, are you in the DMV, and can one hire you?

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4:34 - your post made me cry. I am sending you so much love. I, too, wish I could hug you and listen to you talk about your baby.

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Where do those souls go when they're not seeking the living ones out? Do you think there's a heaven?

Having recently lost my mom, I wonder this all the time.

I don't know. And I think people who claim to know are just guessing. I've tried to get answers from deceased loved ones, spirit guides, angels, ascended masters (for me, Jesus) but I can't. I get the sense that if we knew, it would interfere with our work here on earth so it's just information we aren't allowed to have.

I'll give you one interesting theory that resonates with me. The reality that we are living here on earth is just one aspect of our higher self. Our higher self is our true self. Our I Am. That part of us never leaves the spirit realm. We just dispatch different aspects of that higher self into different realities. Our purpose for being on this earth at this time in this reality is to learn. This is our earth school. This is where we learn to truly love, to show compassion, to become enlightened, to uplevel, .... And we repeat the process until we get it right. If this is true, then your mother's soul would simply rejoin her higher self. I am a Christian so I would call that heaven - a place where Source Energy (or God) is.

I'm sorry your mother died. I do believe there is a heaven. And I think we have all been there many times. I just think if we remembered it clearly, we might be a little too anxious to leave this world when things get tough. I do know that life continues after death. I know that most spirits I talk to who have died and moved on are happy and at peace. I'm just not sure exactly what it looks like.

This post is very meaningful to me. Thank you for sharing.

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Anonymous wrote:I'm a medium. Initially a very reluctant medium. I've been a psychic (really, more of an empath) since childhood. I had no desire at all to see dead people. But they know I can see them so they pop up often.

Last time was less than a week ago. DH and I went to an estate sale. As soon as we pulled into the driveway, I could feel it. I walked into the garage and standing right behind the homeowner was his deceased wife. She was determined to get a message to her husband no matter how hard I tried to ignore her. How to you tell a stranger that his deceased wife wants to talk? You can't just come out and say it.

I don't want to get too specific because of his privacy. But she asked me to tell him to look under a piece of furniture in the house. When we did, we found a treasured piece of her jewelry that had been missing. Even after that, she would not shut up. She wanted him to know that she was happy and well. She wanted him to know that selling the house was a good decision. Just on and on. She was a beautiful soul who was determined to get her message through. Spirits know who can see them. She was just waiting for an opportunity.

It happens to me all the time when I'm out in public. Standing in line at Target, eating at restaurants, at the park, very often on Metro. I never say a word. There is no way I'm going to start telling random strangers that grandma has stepped forward to chat.

Whoa. That is such a cool and crazy story. If you don't mind me asking...when you say you hear them talking, is it like an out loud audible sentence that only you can hear? Or so you just get a sense and know generally what they want?

That last paragraph is kind of blowing my mind. That must be so crazy (and distracting...) for you. Do you think other people ever wonder what you're looking at?

Also have / do any of them ever make actual physical contact?

Finally, you say werd reluctant to acknowledge / use this gift - was it one incident in particular that made out give up and embrace it?

Sorry, I'm just SO fascinated!

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Anonymous wrote:A friend of my parents who was a highly placed realtor once told this story. She had an out of town client who was being transferred to their city for a very senior legal role. There was a busy weekend of touring houses for sale. They walked into a house that was completely empty and had been freshly painted. The client took about ten steps into the house and stopped and said something terrible had happened in that house and walked straight back out.

The realtor contacted the listing agent and found out that the previous owner had killed himself in the house.

I know the realtor in question and have no reasons to doubt her story. While I’ve never had paranormal experiences myself and in general think lowly of the concept, there are a few stories that do make you ponder a bit.

This gave me chills. Do listing agents have to disclose such incidents?

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Anonymous wrote:I'm a medium. Initially a very reluctant medium. I've been a psychic (really, more of an empath) since childhood. I had no desire at all to see dead people. But they know I can see them so they pop up often.

Last time was less than a week ago. DH and I went to an estate sale. As soon as we pulled into the driveway, I could feel it. I walked into the garage and standing right behind the homeowner was his deceased wife. She was determined to get a message to her husband no matter how hard I tried to ignore her. How to you tell a stranger that his deceased wife wants to talk? You can't just come out and say it.

I don't want to get too specific because of his privacy. But she asked me to tell him to look under a piece of furniture in the house. When we did, we found a treasured piece of her jewelry that had been missing. Even after that, she would not shut up. She wanted him to know that she was happy and well. She wanted him to know that selling the house was a good decision. Just on and on. She was a beautiful soul who was determined to get her message through. Spirits know who can see them. She was just waiting for an opportunity.

It happens to me all the time when I'm out in public. Standing in line at Target, eating at restaurants, at the park, very often on Metro. I never say a word. There is no way I'm going to start telling random strangers that grandma has stepped forward to chat.

I don't know, I really hope that if a medium ever sees my sister trying to get a message to me, they'll let me know.

On that note, maybe someone can reccomend a medium. I'm in northern MoCo.