Has anything ever happened to you that you could not and can not explain?

Aneeda72

Aneeda72

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When my daughter was around 6 or so she came running into the garage, "mommy bee, bee, bee getting David."

"Just leave the bee alone, it'll go away. Now watch David for one more second." At that point David (2), who was playing in a small baby pool, starts screaming and crying. My daughter continues screaming (while standing in the garage doorway) bee,BEE!

I walk to the doorway, look outside, and a swarm of bees is flying in a circle above David's head! Oh. Yup, bee, a swarm of bees. I realize that I am going to have to walk into that swarm of angry bees, pick up a screaming baby, and get him to safety.

Later, the beekeeper said there were over 200,000 bees in that swarm. Bees are angry when they swarm, he said. He asked how many times did the baby and I get stung. NOT ONCE, I replied. He told us to cut the small tree down that the bees settled in, I did. He couldn't explain why we weren't stung.
 

Yes!! many times..

One that immediately comes to mind is this...

After my mother died my father gave me her wedding ring..

I didn't wear it, I kept it in a box in the attic for years..

My mother was in a very troubled and unhappy marriage and ultimately took her own life to escape it..

About 20 years after I got the ring, I decided this ring was unlucky, it had caused my mother the worst possible life , and ultimately her own death at only 39 years old...

I was going through trauma in my own marriage at the time, and ultimately divorce , and decided I was going to throw it away, I didn't want the bad karma from it in my home, and I felt sure my mother would understand.. so I took it and threw it in the bin...

Many years later, after I'd remarried I was clearing out the attic to have it remodelled , and came across the little attaché case that had once held the ring, along with my baby's first tooth, etc.. I opened the case, , and nearly feel backwards out of the attic door...there was the Ring!!! My Mothers wedding ring was back in the Case.. !!!!

Shocked and stunned to say the least !!.. I couldn't believe my eyes.. but having had many unexplained things happen to me in my life, I felt that there had to be a reason for it, and so I just left it there. I've never opened that case since, but there it sits in the attaché case in my attic to this day
 
On my birthday 5 months before my mom passed away she gave me a card with a little note in it thanking me for all I had done for her . Her handwriting was very shaky and I'm sure she had bought the card many months before when she was able to get out. She was quite sick and needed a lot of help by this time which I was happy provide. I'm not sure what I did with the card at that time. I was busy with her care day and night and had Hospice coming and going. The day soon came when she passed away at home.
The family gathered and my daughter and I made the necessary arrangements. Needing some cash that day I reached in the container where I always kept some spare money. My fingers hit something. It was the note she had put in my card. To me it was a sign that she wanted me to know once again how much she appreciated my help.

My Dad passed away in March many years ago. After he retired he loved to come over to our home and help with the yard work and my garden. He was a nurseryman his whole life . Our first spring job was to get the early peas in. After he passed, I went out to do the job myself. Crying every step of the way. It was an extremely still day. We had been having deer problems and crows stealing the seed so I put aluminium pie plates on strings hopefully to scare them away. As I stood there crying,all of a sudden the pie plates were moving as if someone was moving the string. Nothing else was moving. There was no breeze. I took it as a sign that my Dad was with me in the garden that day. I hope I was right.
 
I may have mentioned this in another thread,but I think it belongs here . The day my Dad passed away my niece threw herself on his bed and was crying and said "Dear God if you leave my Poppy I'll never ask for a baby again." My niece had been trying to get pregnant for 4 yrs.I pulled her off the bed and cracked her and told her my Dad would never want to stay that he would rather that she had a baby. Well a few weeks after that I had a dream with my Dad in it and he was with my cousin. He told me to tell my niece a nice little boy was coming her way and then he said remember 313.Well her brother was remodeling a house he just bought. He would go in the local store to pick up lunch. He got friendly with some of the people and one day they mentioned another worker was pregnant and not married and she was going to put the baby up for adoption. He said "Gee I think my sister would want to adopt the baby." Well it all worked out and my Niece got the precious baby boy. The adoption became final on my cousins birthday and the courtroom was 313. The boys is 24yrs old now and became a Dad just a few days ago. I believe it was a miracle . I don't have any other explanation for what happened.
 
My mother gave me her antique ruby ring in a beautiful clam-shell case. A fair while after she passed, I had a dream it went missing. In this dream, I was somehow directed to the back-door landing of our old house .. there, on the landing, was the ring.

Many years later, our house was broken into during the day. All my jewellery boxes were
taken, and dresser drawers were gone through. To my utter surprise, when I looked in the
first drawer, there was the clam-shell case with the ruby ring, sitting on top of everything.

I think that dream was from my mother, telling me she would always protect that ring for me.
 
Just a few "that's strange" things. My first husband's birthday was Jan.6. Three of my children have spouses whose birthdays are Jan. 6. Different years, but the same date.

When my daughter was 5, she got a baby doll for her birthday. I asked her what she would name her baby, and she said "Sarah." Later that evening I got a call that my mother had died 800 miles away; her name was Sarah. Mama died on my daughter's birthday.
 
When I was finishing up my grad studies, I walked across a field near my campus late one summer night. There was a object slowly moving across the sky, at times hovering. It wasn't a star, as it was too low for that. The object didn't make a sound, unlike conventional aircraft. I watched the object for several minutes before it moved slowly off, appearing to pulse a bit of light as it did so. The next day area newspapers carried stories of UFO sightings...
 
My girlfriend and I, and a friend had gone fishing, at midnight we got home to my grandmothers house, I asked the friend to run around back and let my 92 year old grandmother know , to open the front door, he came around the house and said he let grandmother know that we were out front, then he started home, grandmother never came to the door , so I told my girlfriend (now my wife) that i was going around back to let grandma know we were there, I walked around back, knocked on the window, and started to said that we were out front , grandma cut lose with a 38, she missed my head by one inch. I've had a lot of close calls you can read about my life here, this has some of my Bio. https://www.amazon.com/John-R.-Mizell/e/B00H9ZSWNQ/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0
 
One night I was awoken from my sleep and seemingly led out of bed by some kind of force that seemed very pleasant and sweet in it's aura. It led me to my front door and then it left. It was a strong force yet gentle and kind in nature; yes, I could feel all that. I walked with this force enjoying the time. Never did this happen before or after this. The next day I learned that my sister had passed away during that night and I guess I explained it to myself that it was this force that night that was she. Who knows if I am right..
 

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