So, did you check? Was he stealing? |
I am pretty sure he tried to. When my grandmother passed away, my mom and aunt inherited all of her jewelry. They split it evenly between them. My Mom photographed all of the jewelry for insurance purposes. My grandfather came over and took all of my grandmothers jewelry out of my mom's and put it in a safe deposit box after my Mom passed away. My mom's personal jewelry was still at the house, which was left to my step father. I had said I want to come get it and he would say things like "well, if you are not going to wear it, just leave it here" or "you need to wait for your sister to do this" or "what's the rush". So I finally went over with one of my mothers best friends who is one of the trustees of her estate. My step father pulled the jewelry out of the safe and I said "oh, there is still some stuff on the top". He said to me " no, that's mine you don't need to see it". I found that odd, but whatever. So as we were looking through my mom's stuff he sat there watching us. I have never felt so uncomfortable. So, I had gotten a safe deposit box of my own and was ready to get my grandmothers jewelry so I could put it in there. I asked my step father for the photographs of the jewelry my mom had taken. He said he had no idea what I was talking about. I said it's on her computer and she made 4 copies of each image...they HAVE to be there somewhere. He said something to the effect of I will try and look. So a couple of weeks pass and I ask him. He said, yes, I have them, but there are photos of your aunts stuff too and you don't need those. At this point I was like WTF? I called my aunt and she told me to get ALL the images from him. So I called him back and asked for the photos again. He said to me "Yes, I found them and by the way, I found some of your grandmothers jewelry mixed in with my stuff as well". He had two brooches and an antique diamond necklace. So while I cannot prove that he was trying to keep them, the whole thing was rather fishy. After I finally got the stuff back, I remembered the night that DH and I had the dream. I apologize for my poor grammar skills in advance! |
Really? The ICU with pneumonia and it was just CRAZY that you had a feeling he'd die? I'm sorry for your loss, but this is normal life. |
Because apparently I'm the only rational person on this thread. |
I walked into a building in Leesburg and knew immediately it had been a boarding house and a man named John had lived there around the late 1800s. I used to feel him on the third floor. I asked the store clerk and she said no, it had been an AT&T building. I knew she was missing some details. Spoke later to a man who was a paranormal researcher out there. He confirmed my feelings and said they always got very high readings on whatever meter they used on the third floor, in the spot where I felt John was. My beach house belonged to a lady who's sons live next door. When we first got there one summer, I heard a cat meow very distinctly - I was sure one had gotten trapped in the house. No cat. I still hear it on occasion. Last year, my husband walked out of the kitchen and said "I just heard the damn cat you are talking about". I smell the lady's perfume sometimes. My SIL has a girls weekend at my house every spring. This past spring, one of her friends invited another friend, who slept in the front room, which we had converted to a guest room with a daybed. She came out for breakfast and very matter of factly said to my SIL "there's an old lady holding a cat who lives here". She's very kind but curious about all the people. No one had told this girl about the lady or the cat. With my friend, I just know stuff like when he's in distress, etc. One night there were massive thunderstorms and the area lost power. I was in the bathroom and literally 'heard' him screaming in my ear. I could hear him and his eldest daughter. It was disturbing enough for me to get in the car and start driving. I let my instincts take me along and within 10 minutes, came across an accident scene in the distance. I feeling of calm came over me, and I knew all was OK, so I went home. Asked him about it the next AM. Turns out his daughter and her friends were following another friend in the car and her friend wrapped the car around a tree. My friend's daughter pulled her friend out of the car and was screaming because the girl she pulled out was bloody and unconscious. Someone called 911 and she called her dad (a doctor) who jumped in his car to go to the scene. He went with them to the hospital and indeed all turned out ok, just a lot of really high emotion. I also knew how his father died and lots of other things about his father. I just 'read' him well. My husband? Not so much
When people are 'open', I just know stuff about them. If I think about it though, try to read them, nothing. |
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I'm the RAGNAR poster. It's totally possible the other shadow was a trick of the light. But that shadow was so defined, and so unlike mine, and it was midnight, and I was tired and more than a little freaked out about running at night, alone, for only the second time in my life! (last year's ragnar was the first time)
I do have very rational friends who have had paranormal experiences that can't be explained by anything rational. A very sane, skeptical high-ranking military officer friend of mine had a ghost in a previous house. Most nights he was awakened at 3:30 a.m. by what sounded like a body falling on the floor above his head and being dragged across the floor. he lived alone, and the room above his room was empty. |
I'm not the PP, but I'll bite. I believe to some extent in paranormal experiences (having had some myself), and I believe in climate change, evolution, and science in general. To the best of my knowledge, science currently has no legitimate capacity to detect or measure ghosts or spirits, not do I think it ever will. That doesn't bother me. I know what I've seen and dreamt (and no, it wasn't "problem solving" or whatever PP called it), and I know it cannot be scientifically proven. That doesn't threaten me. They occupy two separate spheres. |
| It would take too long to post my stories, but I have had several, as have close friends and relatives. To put it bluntly, I believe people who truly love you will try to say goodbye if you are not with them when it is their time to move on - whether it is through a dream, a visit from an unusual animal, or something else. It's happened several times to me and others I know. If you aren't looking for it, good chance you miss it. And I have also seen/felt ghosts in old houses ... The trick is to be there enough that you meld in and their world view opens up to you. I know that ghost apparitions aren't scientific per se, but there is plenty of science supporting alternate dimensions and molecular structures ... We can't measure everything in the universe by just what we see, touch, feel any given day. And even if these things are a hormonal construction of a grieving brain ... So much else is similarly out of our control yet we accept it as meaningful. For example, you may have married a particular person because you have a genetic predisposition to like a certain hair color or skin odor. You don't know that - you just think you love your DH. But there's a lot more to just about everything than we realize ... |
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As far as knowing things go..
The most recent one occurred on a snowy morning, school was cancelled and the kids were sleeping in. I was enjoying a relaxing, quiet cup of coffee and the newspaper. Suddenly I got this overwhelming feeling that I had to get the kids out of that bedroom ASAP. I went to their room and told them to "GET UP NOW". Bleary eyed they got up and came out to have breakfast. 20 minutes later a huge tree limb crashed down right next to the bedroom that they had been sleeping in. |
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Yeah, that is a bit much. I have been noticing that very young kids seem to be involved in "seeing" things. Not sure I would have stayed in that house! |
| When I was a preteen, I saw a figure of a man walk into my bedroom. I was in my brother's room. He was sort of glowing. Only happened once. |