Strange personal experiences you can’t fully explain.

Magna-Carta said:
I understand Gaer...

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Thank you for understanding. Everyone holds secrets they dare not say aloud.
Some experiences have filled me with awe and a pure gasping amazement
but this is not the right audience nor the right venue for expression.
"Maintain my silence, my secret from my lips. it is my prisoner. Let it slip
from my tongue and I am it's prisoner." Shakespeare

Oh! REALLY LOVE both of your avatars! Beautiful!
 

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 fine, I won’t pester you.
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You are exactly where you are supposed to be in your growth. You don't need to force anything or be concerned with
your evolution, what to do with your experiences. Just BE. You don't need a creed, special diet, doctrine or discipline.
We all have different paths for our growth and life and happiness is ever-expanding and eternal.
You will know what is needed when you are ready. Now, you are to cultivate your own happiness.
 
Gaer said:
@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!
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Thank you! Oh wow that is so cool! I'm glad you have memories of your past life! :D:love: If you want to share them you can tell me in private message. If not it's okay. :)(y) I agree about the extreme love or extreme hate binding people together. It's very fascinating how past life works. I've been studying the different cases of it and the trends people compiled together of how it works. :D
 

I have hesitated until now to participate in this thread. My wife and I do not only believe in reincarnation. We are quite sure, that it exists. And both of us know where and how a member of my family reincarnated. And reincarnation isn't limited to humans, since other animals reincarnate too. Both of us had so-called supernatural experiences, but I don't want to go into detail.
 
I’m not sure if this counts:

Several years ago my dad was very ill in a hospice. He was a strong man, fearfull of nothing & no one.

Whilst I was away from the hospice, getting towards the end of his time, he asked (begged) the nurses to end it for him. He was in tears as he asked the nurses to do this. Obviously this is something the medical profession aren't legally able to do in the UK.

A few days later when the family & I were with him in his private room at the hospice, listening to his loud ‘agonal breathing’. I couldn’t help thinking what a proud man my dad was/is. I couldn’t help thinking he now wants to die, but he’s hanging on because his family are around him. I couldn’t help thinking that he wants to die in private.

I didn’t explain my reasoning to the family, but I suggested to them that we might want to take a break, leave his room for a short while and go to the reception area for a hot drink. They all very quickly agreed.

As they went to the reception, I went alone, and without a hot drink, straight to the reception front door and outside into the cold winter night. I walked to a guard railing just in front of the reception door, lent forward onto the railing with my forearms resting on top, and looked out over the car park deep in my own thoughts.

Less than 5 minutes later a nurse came out to me to tell me my dad had passed away. We all slowly went back into his room. I pulled a chair around to the right side of his bed and sat down beside my dad. I raised his right hand & held it tight in mine. I ‘felt’ that he was thanking me.
 
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Magna-Carta said:
I’m not sure if this counts:

Several years ago my dad was very ill in a hospice. Whilst there, towards the end, he asked (begged) the nurses to end it for him. He was in tears as he asked the nurses to do this. Obviously this is something the medical profession aren't legally able to do in the UK.

A few days later when the family & I were with him in his private room at the hospice, listening to his loud ‘agonal breathing’. I couldn’t help thinking what a proud man my dad was/is. I couldn’t help thinking he now wants to die, but he’s hanging on because his family are around him. I couldn’t help thinking that he wants to die in private.

I didn’t explain my reasoning to the family, but I suggested to them that we might want to take a break, leave his room for a short while and go to the reception area for a hot drink. They all very quickly agreed.

As they went to the reception, I went alone, and without a hot drink, straight to the reception front door and outside into the cold winter night. I walked to a guard railing just in front of the reception door, lent forward onto the railing with my forearms resting on top, and looked out over the car park deep in my own thoughts.

Less than 5 minutes later a nurse came out to me to tell me my dad had passed away. We all slowly went back into his room. I pulled a chair around to the right side of his bed and sat down beside my dad. I raised this right hand & held it tight in mine. I ‘felt’ that he was thanking me.
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This moved me to tears. You did right! I noticed the same with a friend of my mother. She was 90 years, in a hospital and it was clear that she would pass away soon. Her husband and my parents were at her bed. She seemed to be unconscious. My mother, a former nurse, took her pulse. It was strong and regular. After a certain time they left her and went to the cafeteria at the hospital, since it was noon. After 20 minutes they came back and were told that my mother's friend had died peacefully in the meantime.
My uncle (my mother's brother) had a cardiac arrest and to be reanimated in the ambulance. At the hospital some days later his state got worse. My mother was at his bed and decided to catch up his wife from work and drive her to the hospital. As they arrived he was gone. The old lady and my uncle needed to be alone to go peacefully.
A lady, I got familiar with, told me that she whispered in the ears of her unconscious husband (he had pancreatic cancer) "my dear, you may leave, we get along, don't worry". Soon after he died.
 
I have a very clear memory of having dreamt JFK's assassination the day before it happened. The dream was not detailed, but I remember thinking it was best to be shot in a moving car because you'd get to the hospital quicker. I was 11 years old.

I do not believe this actually happened, I think its an invention of my brain. The Kennedy assassination had a big impact on me... But I do not believe I am clairvoyant or anything.

It sure is engrained in my brain. And has been for a long time. As a kid I used to regret not saying something to someone else after the dream but before the event happened. Has made me question the veracity of some of my other "memories".
 
My one grandad died when I was about 18 months old.
One day in the late eighties I was at the cricket in Oxford and this guy who I would say was dressed in 1950s clothes
came over,greeted me by name and we spent the day chatting.
He seemed to know an awful lot about me.
Told me had worked in a factory local to me-Girlings.
I am certain I had never seen him before.
A couple of weeks later saw him again at the cricket in Southampton.
Still no idea who he was.
Never saw him again and thought nothing of it.
Some years later was looking at some old photos with my mother and my grandad was in them.
In one of them he was holding me.
Spitting image of the guy I saw in Oxford and Southampton....it makes you think.
(Oh-and he did work in Girlings as some sort of Scientist which meant he was in reserved occupation during WW2.)
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On a completely different note I once dreamt for several months about a train crash in a tunnel.
Then there was a train crash in the Severn Tunnel.
One of the trains involved was one I was supposed to be connecting with.
Never had that dream again.
 
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Magna-Carta said:
I’m not sure if this counts:

Several years ago my dad was very ill in a hospice. He was a strong man, fearfull of nothing & no one.

Whilst I was away from the hospice, getting towards the end of his time, he asked (begged) the nurses to end it for him. He was in tears as he asked the nurses to do this. Obviously this is something the medical profession aren't legally able to do in the UK.

A few days later when the family & I were with him in his private room at the hospice, listening to his loud ‘agonal breathing’. I couldn’t help thinking what a proud man my dad was/is. I couldn’t help thinking he now wants to die, but he’s hanging on because his family are around him. I couldn’t help thinking that he wants to die in private.

I didn’t explain my reasoning to the family, but I suggested to them that we might want to take a break, leave his room for a short while and go to the reception area for a hot drink. They all very quickly agreed.

As they went to the reception, I went alone, and without a hot drink, straight to the reception front door and outside into the cold winter night. I walked to a guard railing just in front of the reception door, lent forward onto the railing with my forearms resting on top, and looked out over the car park deep in my own thoughts.

Less than 5 minutes later a nurse came out to me to tell me my dad had passed away. We all slowly went back into his room. I pulled a chair around to the right side of his bed and sat down beside my dad. I raised his right hand & held it tight in mine. I ‘felt’ that he was thanking me.
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So beautiful. Lifting with the angels is truly a sacred moment. Thank you.
 
Well, I once experienced what I call "a loss of love in a building"....yep, sounds strange...was a building in kansas city where I attended my first of many AA meetings, just full of folks like me, looking for answer's, direction, love, understanding...fast forward a few yrs and I'd moved to and came back from California...decided to go down to that place and see if any of the crowd was still around...to my shock the building had been sold to another outfit, no AA in it...but I went
in anyway...while walking thru esp the larger room where meetings and dances were held, I thought to myself, it is so cold in here!!! Oh there were people there working, but it was cold and strange.....then it dawned on me, all that Love, and soul was gone!!!!! Once the AA group left, the love and soul of the group left also!!!! I turned and walked out and never went back to that building.....don
 
hawkdon said:
Well, I once experienced what I call "a loss of love in a building"....yep, sounds strange...was a building in kansas city where I attended my first of many AA meetings, just full of folks like me, looking for answer's, direction, love, understanding...fast forward a few yrs and I'd moved to and came back from California...decided to go down to that place and see if any of the crowd was still around...to my shock the building had been sold to another outfit, no AA in it...but I went
in anyway...while walking thru esp the larger room where meetings and dances were held, I thought to myself, it is so cold in here!!! Oh there were people there working, but it was cold and strange.....then it dawned on me, all that Love, and soul was gone!!!!! Once the AA group left, the love and soul of the group left also!!!! I turned and walked out and never went back to that building.....don
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Oh Yes! Your influence, good or bad, seeps into the walls, the ceiling, the floors. if you enter a room of a man of evil thought, you can feel it right away and are rebuked. If you enter a room of a good man, you can feel the harmony and life he has created in the room.
Everything you think, feel and do creates an influence, a vibration in the atmosphere which can be felt by anyone.
 
Furryanimal said:
My one grandad died when I was about 18 months old.
One day in the late eighties I was at the cricket in Oxford and this guy who I would say was dressed in 1950s clothes
came over,greeted me by name and we spent the day chatting.
He seemed to know an awful lot about me.
Told me had worked in a factory local to me-Girlings.
I am certain I had never seen him before.
A couple of weeks later saw him again at the cricket in Southampton.
Still no idea who he was.
Never saw him again and thought nothing of it.
Some years later was looking at some old photos with my mother and my grandad was in them.
In one of them he was holding me.
Spitting image of the guy I saw in Oxford and Southampton....it makes you think.
(Oh-and he did work in Girlings as some sort of Scientist which meant he was in reserved occupation during WW2.)
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On a completely different note I once dreamt for several months about a train crash in a tunnel.
Then there was a train crash in the Severn Tunnel.
One of the trains involved was one I was supposed to be connecting with.
Never had that dream again.
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WoWW!!
 
Furry, talking about dreams forecasting events. I get that a lot. It's either that the dream is telling me well in advance what's going to happen... like I had horrible nightmares for about a year before my husband did what he did...I mean horrendous nightmares where I would wake up with my heart beating out of me chest.. ..and other dreams where they're in retrospect..like when I didn't know my father had died.. didn't even know he was ill.. I got it in a dream.

The first time I remember it happening was when I was very small, and I would dream my mother was going to die. I would wake up crying, she would tell me she wasn't going to die, and I would have the dream again..and again over the years... and of course it happened.. she died in her 30's...
 
Magna-Carta said:
I’m not sure if this counts:

Several years ago my dad was very ill in a hospice. He was a strong man, fearfull of nothing & no one.

Whilst I was away from the hospice, getting towards the end of his time, he asked (begged) the nurses to end it for him. He was in tears as he asked the nurses to do this. Obviously this is something the medical profession aren't legally able to do in the UK.

A few days later when the family & I were with him in his private room at the hospice, listening to his loud ‘agonal breathing’. I couldn’t help thinking what a proud man my dad was/is. I couldn’t help thinking he now wants to die, but he’s hanging on because his family are around him. I couldn’t help thinking that he wants to die in private.

I didn’t explain my reasoning to the family, but I suggested to them that we might want to take a break, leave his room for a short while and go to the reception area for a hot drink. They all very quickly agreed.

As they went to the reception, I went alone, and without a hot drink, straight to the reception front door and outside into the cold winter night. I walked to a guard railing just in front of the reception door, lent forward onto the railing with my forearms resting on top, and looked out over the car park deep in my own thoughts.

Less than 5 minutes later a nurse came out to me to tell me my dad had passed away. We all slowly went back into his room. I pulled a chair around to the right side of his bed and sat down beside my dad. I raised his right hand & held it tight in mine. I ‘felt’ that he was thanking me.
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That makes complete sense and I too have experienced it. The person will wait to die when left alone, they do hang on. The soul needs to feel eased to go.
Buddhist views on this are interesting, such as The Tibetan Book of the Dead. In it is wisdom which says never make noise such as crying over the dying person because it makes it very hard for the soul to go.
You instinctively did the right thing.
 
It’s interesting how some people want to die alone and others wait. My dad was in the hospital and we get a call saying he is dying and we should come right away because he had a massive stroke. It was a 45 minute drive and the nurse said she couldn’t believe he survived long enough for us to get there.

My mom and I each held a hand and my mom was talking to him. After a hour my mom rubbed his third eye and whispered that it was okay to go as she knew he was tired and we would be fine. He died a few minutes later.
 
Teacher Terry said:
It’s interesting how some people want to die alone and others wait. My dad was in the hospital and we get a call saying he is dying and we should come right away because he had a massive stroke. It was a 45 minute drive and the nurse said she couldn’t believe he survived long enough for us to get there.

My mom and I each held a hand and my mom was talking to him. After a hour my mom rubbed his third eye and whispered that it was okay to go as she knew he was tired and we would be fine. He died a few minutes later.
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It indicates that our soul has the ability to choose when to go. This is brilliant because it means we are still who we are in the next existence.
 
Magna-Carta said:
#1,

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.
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I've read stories similar to yours but it's still amazing to read yours. Your grandfather was bidding you farewell.
 
Alligatorob said:
I have a very clear memory of having dreamt JFK's assassination the day before it happened. The dream was not detailed, but I remember thinking it was best to be shot in a moving car because you'd get to the hospital quicker. I was 11 years old.

I do not believe this actually happened, I think its an invention of my brain. The Kennedy assassination had a big impact on me... But I do not believe I am clairvoyant or anything.

It sure is engrained in my brain. And has been for a long time. As a kid I used to regret not saying something to someone else after the dream but before the event happened. Has made me question the veracity of some of my other "memories".
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While it is true some memories can be 'fabricated'. It is also true we sometimes have precognitive dreams---being dreams they are not always clear in meaning especially when we are young and don't thoroughly understand our conscious selves, much less our subconscious selves.

i was 16 the year JFK was killed. i had a dream the weekend before where i was standing on strange street, looking up at building as part of a crowd the phrase 'the king is dead stuck in my mind. On waking my first thought was that something had happened to my Dad who lived in Tampa, Florida and whom i'd had no contact with for years despite how close we were my first decade of life (long story for a thread about familial relationships). Because i still adored him i thought 'king' was referring to him. Was anxious for days, kept reassuring myself that my older sisters would have called my Mom.

Then i get home after learning about the tragedy in school. Mom is glued to the TV--not usual for her. You remember all redundant coverage. One shot was from the crowded street outside the hospital where he was pronounced dead. The voiceover for the shot was talking about how the 'Camelot' stuff---while i thought his policies were moving us in a good direction (heck i joined VISTA after HS when LBJ followed thru with several things JFK started), i'd never looked at the family that way. Imaging how i felt when the camera panned up and it was the building from my dream.

It was a lesson learned about cultural symbols vs personal symbols in our dreams.
 
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feywon said:
Yes. And sometimes the dying need one loved one to essentially 'give permission'--to say that while we love them and will miss them--the choice is theirs when to 'let go' of this bodily experience.
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A hugely important point. I noted this several times, that the dying one must feel able to go. We must not try to hold them back through our grief once it is clear they are near the end.
 
@Magna-Carta and any/everyone who's brain tends toward rationality, facts. i understand totally. i've mentioned what my screen name means. i resisted my 'feyness' for a long time, then i was very cautious about sharing it with anyone, but finally it 'won', it became a central fact of who i am.

Here's my view---at some point one has to consider the weight, the validity of one's experiences. While i totally understand that my subjective experience is not 'evidential' for anyone else, i will not allow others opinions to invalidate my experiences or the good that has come, that i've been able to do for others because i am fey (fae was old Irish for it--pronounced the same).

Not everyone must make it a central fact of their lives as some of us do, i see part of my purpose in this life as validating people who have had such experiences. Like Gaer, i feel that these things are neither paranormal or supernatural just not understood by science yet. Some of my reading in neurobiology suggests that eventually science will find a way to comprehend (they are getting very close with theories about our reality being a hologram, simulation etc) that consciousness/soul exists independent of having a physical body.
 
Victoria said:
Thank you! Oh wow that is so cool! I'm glad you have memories of your past life! :D:love: If you want to share them you can tell me in private message. If not it's okay. :)(y) I agree about the extreme love or extreme hate binding people together. It's very fascinating how past life works. I've been studying the different cases of it and the trends people compiled together of how it works. :D
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i'm going to go start a thread for Reincarnation related info, hope you'll come contribute.
 
I'm bumping this thread back up because the title best fits my experience(s)........ 'cept nobody dies in my tale.

My story starts back in 1980 when I had just woken from a night's sleep. I'm conscious and aware of being awake but I'm not in any hurry to open my eyes and jump up on my feet. When I say"I'm conscious", I mean I'm aware of being in my bed and I'm capable of hearing any sounds inside or outside of the house, etc. I was vaguely aware of having had a dream but I had already determined I had no interest in trying to hang on to any memories of it.

Then, as I lay quietly, totally unprompted, I began to think of the first bar of a tune In my mind. Moments later, perhaps 30 seconds, my wife began to hum the exact same tune out loud while still in her sleep state. My eyes popped open and I sat up to check to see if she was pulling some kind of trick but she was sound asleep. I didn't shake her awake. I just let her be, but the hairs were standing up on my neck.

That marriage ended and I was fine with being single for a while and eventually had a live-in girlfriend relationship. So after years had gone by, the exact same thing happened with #2 ladyfriend. This time I wasn't quite so shocked but I definitely thought it was weird and a repeat pattern.

Fast forward another half dozen years and exactly the same thing happens with ladyfriend #3. I don't recall any of the tunes, but the circumstance of me just having just awoken and the ladies humming 'my tune'....... Yassir! Same/same.

23 years ago I married my Forever Wife and she's the least musical person you will ever meet. So she managed to hold out for 15 years before humming in her sleep the tune that I was thinking in my head. She's #4. Like I said, it's weird. I don't normally wake up and think about tunes.

Because it's happened more than once, I've attempted to review any coincidental dreams I had for any musical content but I've just gotten blanks and nothing I could hang my hat on. Is it possible that they "hummed a tune" while I was still asleep and impressionable? Yeah, it's possible, but they would have had to hum the tune again after I was awake to shock me in the same manner....... all 4 of them, exactly the same. And it's happened 4 times over many years so it's a pattern way beyond what could be deemed a coincidence.

I'm basically a normal person with no "mind powers" I can claim at all. But I seem to somehow be the common denominator in those 4 events.
 
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