Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Oh brother. I don't doubt that there are unexplained things and that you brain picks up on signals that the conscious mind doesn't, but it scares me a little how much some of you buy into ghosts and shit. And this is coming from someone who has had a handful of "psychic" dreams (subconscious mind problem solving) and saw visions of people in my room who talked to me as a child (hallucinations).
Do you think that man knows all there is to know about the universe?
Anonymous wrote:Oh brother. I don't doubt that there are unexplained things and that you brain picks up on signals that the conscious mind doesn't, but it scares me a little how much some of you buy into ghosts and shit. And this is coming from someone who has had a handful of "psychic" dreams (subconscious mind problem solving) and saw visions of people in my room who talked to me as a child (hallucinations).
Anonymous wrote:This one is kind of low-key compared to the others, but here goes. I have a little box that contains the ashes of my first cat (first pet, very much beloved). I haven't really known what to do with it, it's certainly not something I want to display, but they do have some meaning. They're in my office on an out of the way shelf. There is nothing on the box that would indicate anything about a cat - it is a plain, wooden box.
My son, at about 18 months, once came down into my office and picked up the box and said "cat! cat!" repeatedly.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:You all do realize that none of these are paranormal experiences? Creepy, yes, but all have reaasonable explanations. Even near death experiences have been shown to correspond to activity in the par tof the brain that reacts first to lack of oxygen.
Open your mind just a little. You might be surprised at what you learn.
Anonymous wrote:My dad passed in February of this year from cancer. My DH bought him an IPad for his chemo treatments, and he was overjoyed to be given such a nice gift. After he passed, his signifigant other gave it to my husband to bring back to VA, and we kept pretty much of my dad's downloads on the pad. In July of this year, my 6 yr. old would cry, he really missed his grandpa. A couple nights later, my DH was downstairs watching TV, when the IPad started playing from it's music list. He thought it was weird and turned it completely off, powered it down, and put it in his briefcase. All of sudden, he started hearing music again from the IPad!!! Now, he was fairly freaked out, brought the IPad upstairs and told me about this strange thing happening to the IPad. As were talking, the IPad lit up, scrolled through it's music list, and started playing Louis Armstrong, one of my dad's favorite music artist. We looked at each other, and knew it was my dad telling us he was ok.
I've been struggling for years about God, heaven - though I still pray and send my DC to a parochial school. Like I wanted to believe so badly that God existed, so I went through the motions. I feel much better now and more at peace.
Anonymous wrote:Yes, recently. I was running the RAGNAR relay race a couple weekends ago, and the race involves each runner doing several runs, one of which is in the middle of the night. Though other people are running at the same time, you are usually running by yourself.
My midnight-ish run was on a deserted country road near Antietam, MD, on a road surrounded by dense woods. Other than the very occasional house, there was no light whatsoever - no streetlights. Nothing. The only illumination was from my headlamp and the headlights of occasional passing cars.
I was running up a hill and a car at the bottom of the hill, maybe 1/4 mile back, illuminated the road around me. I saw my shadow - and the shadow of a man about a foot away from my shadow. I am tall, slim, and had a ponytail and a visor. My shadow was tall, slim and had a ponytail and visor. The second shadow was stockier, slightly taller, with close-cropped hair and no hat/visor. I assumed someone was behind me, preparing to pass me, so I turned around.
There was nobody there. Not a soul. Nobody there as far as I could see. Nobody next to me. Nobody in front of me. No shape that could have produced that shadow - and it was still there. I called out to ask, "Is someone there?" Nothing.
I ran a seriously fast time that night because I was so freaked out. I just wanted to finish my run and get the hell off that road.
Weirdly, an ex of mine is deployed overseas right now, and he is doing a bunch of "shadow" races - replicating the army ten-miler, half marathons, etc. on his Army base in Afghanistan - and he is built just like my shadow was. I actually checked facebook after my run to make sure he hadn't died or something and was shadowing me. (No.)
2 lights will produce 2 shadows, different sizes, and the angle may have made the hat not visible in the shadow.
Anonymous wrote:You all do realize that none of these are paranormal experiences? Creepy, yes, but all have reaasonable explanations. Even near death experiences have been shown to correspond to activity in the par tof the brain that reacts first to lack of oxygen.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:When I was in college, 4 of my friends, including an ex-boyfriend, were in a terrible car accident. 3 of them died within a few days of the accident. My ex hung on for 3 weeks. He died 21 days after the accident. The night before he died, the ghost of one of my friends who died, appeared in my bedroom. He said that he wanted to tell me that "John" was going to die and that it was okay. I sort of stuttered and he repeated that it was all okay. John died about 6 hours later.
I had a VERY similar experience.
Anonymous wrote:My grandfather died when my dad was 11. The night before he died my dad was in bed. A voice came out of the darkness and said "Do not be afraid. this is angel x. Your dad is going to die tomorrow, and you will have to be the man of the house."
I lived in that same house until I graduated from college. One morning when I was in high school, I saw a "man" wearing a white button down, tan pants, and a tie waving to me. I thought that it was my brother at first, but then I realized that he was still sleeping as I was the first one up to shower.
I was scared out of my mind while in the shower. I kept peeking out from behind the curtain. I still think about it sometimes when I'm up early, it's dark out, and I'm the only one up.
I told my parents about what had happened at dinner that night. My dad told me that's the description of what his father wore to work everyday. He died in 1959, and I "saw" him in 1990. At least he was friendly. It still freaked me out.