Strange personal experiences you can’t fully explain.

Magna-Carta

Magna-Carta

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I was 9 years old and & was with my mum on a bus – I was sitting next to the window. We were going home after doing some shopping. After the bus passed some bungalows, we were in line with some grassed open land with a path running through it. I saw my granddad walking along the path, so I waved. He waved back enthusiastically, so I continued waving at him.

My mum asked what am I waving at – I said my granddad. My mum said she couldn’t see anyone, and that it couldn’t have been my granddad. I was adamant that I’d just seen him & he had seen me. But I did think to myself that I thought he was in hospital.

Not long after we got home, my mum had a phone call – my mum became somewhat upset. It wasn’t until the next day that my mum told me that the phone call was to tell her that my granddad had passed away. It wasn’t until several years later that I realised my granddad wasn’t actually in a hospital at the time. He was in a hospice.
 

Yes I've told this story before on here. I was very young about 4 years old... My Grandmother lived in another city to us at the time, and I'd never visited her at her home,she'd always made the trip to visit us.

To get to her city involved a train travel, then the subway, and then a good mile or more walk through back streets..

My mother and father.. and probably my siblings but I can't remember all travelled to my granny's city by train and then on the subway for several stops, and as we came out of the subway, I ordered everyone just to follow me, because I knew where I was going. I'd never been there before, but to the astonishment of my parents I led all the way to my grandmothers house though all the back streets. It was talked about for years.. and the odd thing is , I remember doing it young as I was..
 
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I think I was about 12 years old. I was home alone & I was lying on the carpet in front of the TV. As I was watching TV I heard the door open at the side of the house. Then the door opened to the room I was in. I turned my head around & saw my dad. As he walked past a huge wall mirror he turned his head to look at me. We didn’t say anything to each other. I watched him continue walking to another door that opened into a hallway that led to the stairs. I turned back to watch TV.

Ten minutes later, I heard the door open at the side of the house. Then the door opened to the room I was in. I turned my head around & saw my dad again. As he walked past a huge wall mirror he turned his head to look at me. We didn’t say anything to each other. I was just surprised I'd seen him come in for a second time. I watched him continued walking to another door that opened into a hallway that led to the stairs. I turned back to watch TV.

Maybe about 15 minutes later, my dad came back down stairs. I turned to him & said, “I thought you had come in once”. He said no, & that he’d only just come in. He started to get annoyed with me & said, “It’s about time you started paying attention to what’s going on around you!” He then spent the next 10 or 15 minutes looking around the house & to see if there was anyone else in it. Including looking outside.
 

Strange how things can go so unexplained..


When I was 7 I was rushed into the emergency surgery with appendicitis....it was night time and I was taken immediately into theatre.. I can clearly remember watching them operate on my from above. I'd never been in a theatre in my little life up until then aside from when I was born so didn't know what surgeons and staff wore.. but I could see them all wearing long dark green gowns, and hats, and working on my little body. I wasn't scared, it was like watching someone else from up on the ceiling.

Next thing I knew I woke up ina darkened childrens' ward, where everyone was asleep.. and the nurse was sitting at the end of the ward at a desk with a single lamp on ( nowadays there's never any peace in wards, but there was then)... and I was puking for Britain..and she was dashing to get a bed pan for me to puke into..


Nothing was ever said to me by my mother if there had been complications with the surgery.. but then she wouldn't have, I was 7... but I've never forgotten that clear vision watching in full colour ( and up until then I'd never seen colour tv )... as if I was a bird up in the rafters..
 
#3,

I was 15 years old & I had a crush on a girl at school. I didn’t know much about her, & didn’t know where she lived. At that time I didn’t really have the confidence to approach her, other than the basic interactions we had at school. She was on my mind all the time.

I had a dream that I was walking with two people at night, & we were walking along a street, then turned left off the road on to an open grass area. The two people with me in the dream were ahead of me, by about 20 ft. In the dream, whilst on the grass, I turned around to look at the houses behind me, & there was this girl I had the crush on at school. She was at an upstairs window looking out with her room light on.

Maybe a month or two later, I was out in the dark with a friend, and his older friend that I knew very little about. We were going to the house of the older person for some reason, I wasn’t previously aware of where this older person lived. I say older person, he was about 18 or 19.

We were all walking along a street then on to a grass area. My friend and his friend were ahead of me, by about 20 ft. I suddenly remembered the dream from two months earlier, so I then turned around to look at the houses behind me, & there was this girl at an upstairs window looking out with here room light on.
 
#4,

Several years ago I was in bed asleep, then woke up in the middle of the night (My dad had passed away about two months prior to this event).

As I woke up I felt I needed to use the bathroom, so I got out of bed and out of my bedroom & walked to the top of the stairs where the bathroom door is. My dad was standing in front of the bathroom door. Everything seemed extremely vivid. I’m the type of person who doesn’t believe in this type of visitation stuff, but I put my arms around him anyway, and thanked him for showing himself

Suddenly I’m back in bed again; it felt as though I’d just woken up. I naturally thought, “It must have been a dream”. I still felt I needed to use the bathroom, so off I went…. .…and there was my dad... ...so I put my arms around him and thanked him for showing himself.

Suddenly, I’m back in bed again, and saying to myself, “THIS IS NOT HAPPENING!”. I thought the whole thing must be a dream, but it seemed so real. I didn’t know what reality & fiction was anymore. I still felt as though I wanted the bathroom, but I didn’t want to go through the same events a third time! So I did my best to try & get back to sleep.
 
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#5

Not sure where this fits in, but many times throughout my young childhood, whilst in bed at night, and then including in my teen’s, I would get a ‘sense’ that my bedroom was upside-down. My bed therefore felt that it too was upside-down, but with the bed still on the floor. It felt that I was in bed looking down at the celling. I could feel light pressure from the bed on my back as I was looking down. I actually enjoyed the experience.

On occasion my mum would come into my room at night to check on me – I would tell her it feels as though everything is upside-down. Very occasionally I used to get this sense of being upside-down as an adult too. There was no sense of the room or my head spinning – everything was calm, stationary/stable, but upside-down.
 
In 1979 when my Dad was laying on his bed in the Hospital my niece threw herself on his bed and said: "Dear God if you let my Grandpop live I will never ask for a baby again." I pulled her off him and cracked her and said "Poppy would never want to live instead of you having a baby."My Dad passed away that night. A few nights later I had a dream and in it, my Dad said to tell that kid a nice little boy is coming her way tell her I said 313. A few days later her brother went to a Mcdonald's to get lunch. He would stop in there a lot because he was remodeling a house because he was getting married. He asked why the girl that usually was there wasn't there that day. They said she found out she was pregnant and would have to give the baby up. He said his sister would adopt the baby. Well, it all worked out and my niece got the baby and he was a boy. The courtroom they had to go to was 313 and my husband got the lawyer for my niece. The lawyer he got couldn't make it and sent his partner to the adoption. It was weird because the lawyer that went was the sister of the priest that said my Dad's Mass before the funeral.
 
@Magna-Carta, Your experiences excited and thrilled me to my toes!
I've had SO MANY experiences like yours that I'll probably one day
put them into book form!
My words of any metaphysical or what is referred to as "supernatural"
are not readily accepted on this forum so I hesitate to add them to
your wonderful thread.
But THANK YOU so much for sharing your experiences!
This is so beautiful!
So wonderful!
 
Gaer said:
@Magna-Carta, Your experiences excited and thrilled me to my toes!
I've had SO MANY experiences like yours that I'll probably one day
put them into book form!
My words of any metaphysical or what is referred to as "supernatural"
are not readily accepted on this forum so I hesitate to add them to
your wonderful thread.
But THANK YOU so much for sharing your experiences!
This is so beautiful!
So wonderful!
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I can’t seem to get past the way my brain works. I’m not religious, I don’t feel particularly spiritual. I need evidence, facts, data, and lots of it before I convince myself of anything, on any subject. But I have experiences that I can’t explain, and I don’t know where they come from, or how they can be. So these types of experiences of mine just sit there in a box in my mind, as I wonder what am I supposed to with them. I have no ‘tools’ that would help me figure them out.

Please take the time again to consider sharing your experiences. But if you don’t that’s fine, I won’t pester you.
 
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Magna-Carta said:
I can’t seem to get past the way my brain works. I’m not religious, I don’t feel particularly spiritual. I need evidence, facts, data, and lots of it before I convince myself of anything, on any subject. But I have experiences that I can’t explain, and I don’t know where they come from, or how they can be. So these types of experiences of mine just sit there in a box in my mind, as I wonder what am I supposed to with them. I have no ‘tools’ that would help me figure them out.

Please take the time again to consider sharing your experiences. But if you don’t that’s find, I won’t pester you.
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Ah! It's good to question! This shows a brilliant, inquisitive mind! You are describing a masculine, analytical, organized mind.
I've written three books explaining my angelic encounters. I haven't mentioned my spiritual experiences to anyone
because they would not be believed. I've mentioned sacred messages I've received on this forum and have been
rebuked and called the devil.
I like that you don't accept things because others say it's so. You seem quite an extraordinary man.

I will consider this. I must ponder on it. Thanks.
 
I was in Curlew WA. Was sit/lay on my bed. Was conversing with two others. It was 8 pm. I saw a figure come walking down the hallway, then turn. It looked like it had gone into the furnace door, but three others saw the apparition also.

We checked the tv room and bathroom. Then for a week, I was awakened by someone slugging me in the shoulder. But never saw anyone. I learned later, my bed belonged to a old suicide from years past.
 
Gaer said:
Ah! It's good to question! This shows a brilliant, inquisitive mind! You are describing a masculine, analytical, organized mind.
I've written three books explaining my angelic encounters. I haven't mentioned my spiritual experiences to anyone
because they would not be believed. I've mentioned sacred messages I've received on this forum and have been
rebuked and called the devil.
I like that you don't accept things because others say it's so. You seem quite an extraordinary man.

I will consider this. I must ponder on it. Thanks.
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I understand Gaer...

......😺......
 
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hollydolly said:
My mother and father.. and probably my siblings but I can't remember all travelled to my granny's city by train and then on the subway for several stops, and as we came out of the subway, I ordered everyone just to follow me, because I knew where I was going. I'd never been there before, but to the astonishment of my parents I led all the way to my grandmothers house though all the back streets. It was talked about for years.. and the odd thing is , I remember doing it young as I was..
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I had something similar in my youth. We would travel to a different city and I would tell my parents that 3 blocks down and turn to the left there would be a certain type restaurant (example) and there would be one there. Or that there wouldn't be a certain type store in this town but the next town had one.
My parents would say how can you know that but you can't see the deer we try to show you on the side of the road. They didn't realize that I needed glasses. :)

@Disgustedman , I too have had that type of experience. Don't know history of house or area though. My husband also sees the same things (sometimes together sometimes apart). We see a small girl in a yellow raincoat, a large furry animal shape only and a guy in a white t-shirt and he has a cigarette pack rolled up in one sleeve like they used to do.
 
Wow, very interesting thread! My strange experiences are past life memories. As a kid I had lots of memories of things that never happened. I didn't understand it then and as a kid I never heard of reincarnation. But I used to have these memories of doing things that I knew didn't happen yet I remembered them happening. Then I finally figured out that it was from a past life. Most of the memories have faded away now, but one memory has stayed with me and I will always remember it. It is the memory of my death from the previous life.
I was in the driveway of my house and the ambulance was about to take me to the hospital. I was on a gurney and they stopped in the driveway for some reason. I knew I was dying, I could feel my heart stop beating, then I was outside my body and I remember being surprised that I was still conscious and aware. I was surprised that there is life after death. Then I saw my 5 year old kid crying saying "mommy, mommy!" 🥺 Then my soul faded or phased away from there(don't know how to explain how I moved) and I was inside my current body as a kid. I remembered being a baby and briefly thinking wow I'm a baby again. And that's all I remember. I never forgot that memory! What's really strange is that I was and still am a Christian! I was never told about reincarnation, my family and circle of people I grew up with didn't believe in it. I was much older before I even realized that it WAS reincarnation. Before that, I thought it was just something that happened only to me. I'm still a Christian, but I do believe in reincarnation.
I wondered who I could have been in my past life, and after studying past life data and how past life works, I found out that people are usually reincarnated within the same family line. After learning that, I remembered studying my family tree years ago. My great grandmother passed away when my grandfather was 5 years old! And he was raised by his aunt! 😮 I might have been her!
I think that's why I've always felt a connection to the past like 1800s /Victorian times and early 1900s. As a kid I used to always feel like I was born in the wrong time. Even now I'm still fascinated with old videos and pictures. Like I'm connected to those times.
 
Magna-Carta said:
I can’t seem to get past the way my brain works. I’m not religious, I don’t feel particularly spiritual. I need evidence, facts, data, and lots of it before I convince myself of anything, on any subject. But I have experiences that I can’t explain, and I don’t know where they come from, or how they can be. So these types of experiences of mine just sit there in a box in my mind, as I wonder what am I supposed to with them. I have no ‘tools’ that would help me figure them out.
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Thisis how my mind works too.. I'm not a fanciful person.. nor do I have any imagination..which is stifling in real life, because it prevents me from seeing the bigger picture, learning crafts, writing fiction.. etc... but it also helps me to keep it real for want of a better analogy.. so when these things happen to me.. (except for when I was a small child)>. I search and search for reasons why the could have, before I decide there IS no explanation, and it really did happen!!
 
hollydolly said:
@Victoria, fascinating memories.
I was wondering tho'.. given you had memories of a being lifted onto a gurney.. and ambulances, wouldn't that make your past life relatively recent ?
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I had wondered about that too, and looked it up. Ambulances have been used since the 1830's. They just didn't look the way they look today. :) (y)
 

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When I was a child, my father would occasionally mention friends from his past, who lived far away. One day, out of the blue, I thought of one of the friends he'd mentioned. It turned out that the person had died that day. The same happened 2 more times, with other people he'd mentioned.

Years later, I told him about this. He asked me why I hadn't said anything at the time. What was I supposed to say? "I'm seven years old and I just thought of that guy you used to know."

As an adult, I've had the same thing happen several times. Often it's someone who wasn't particularly important in my life, and who I hadn't thought of in years. I'll look them up on the Internet, and sure enough, they died that day, or their funeral was taking place at that time.
 
Victoria said:
Wow, very interesting thread! My strange experiences are past life memories. As a kid I had lots of memories of things that never happened. I didn't understand it then and as a kid I never heard of reincarnation. But I used to have these memories of doing things that I knew didn't happen yet I remembered them happening. Then I finally figured out that it was from a past life. Most of the memories have faded away now, but one memory has stayed with me and I will always remember it. It is the memory of my death from the previous life.
I was in the driveway of my house and the ambulance was about to take me to the hospital. I was on a gurney and they stopped in the driveway for some reason. I knew I was dying, I could feel my heart stop beating, then I was outside my body and I remember being surprised that I was still conscious and aware. I was surprised that there is life after death. Then I saw my 5 year old kid crying saying "mommy, mommy!" 🥺 Then my soul faded or phased away from there(don't know how to explain how I moved) and I was inside my current body as a kid. I remembered being a baby and briefly thinking wow I'm a baby again. And that's all I remember. I never forgot that memory! What's really strange is that I was and still am a Christian! I was never told about reincarnation, my family and circle of people I grew up with didn't believe in it. I was much older before I even realized that it WAS reincarnation. Before that, I thought it was just something that happened only to me. I'm still a Christian, but I do believe in reincarnation.
I wondered who I could have been in my past life, and after studying past life data and how past life works, I found out that people are usually reincarnated within the same family line. After learning that, I remembered studying my family tree years ago. My great grandmother passed away when my grandfather was 5 years old! And he was raised by his aunt! 😮 I might have been her!
I think that's why I've always felt a connection to the past like 1800s /Victorian times and early 1900s. As a kid I used to always feel like I was born in the wrong time. Even now I'm still fascinated with old videos and pictures. Like I'm connected to those times.
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@Victoria, I LOVE THIS!!!!You are SO AWARE! Time, in the absolute does not really exist. What you said about going into the same family is true. The soul goes where it's most comfortable. It's all the choice of the soul! Also, extreme love or extreme hate binds people together through varied lifetimes.
I have memories of past lives as well, but choose not to express them on here.
What experiences you expressed here is SO WONDERFUL! I loved reading about this!
 
When Mrs L and I were on honeymoon in Austria we were out for a walk one day when a large dog started barking and following us. Mrs. L said, do you think he is trying to tell us something, and then the dog walked away. When we got back home my parents said they had bad news. My uncle who had been at our wedding had died suddenly at the day and time the dog had barked.

I wasn't exactly close to my uncle. He was my father's eldest brother.
 

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