That we die, that’s embarrasing.
You waited until the next day to find out from other relatives calling you that your mother actually had died?
There is no necessity for putting chicken feet in a glass of water under the bed.
Indian corn, the multi-colored variety, hung at the front door and back door will do the trick.
That is directly out of Santeria.
Peter popoff gets people to buy his spring water so that they may have supernatural money show up in their accounts
My late father grew up in Northern Missouri and Iowa during the Depression. One day, his grandmother asked him to fetch her pipe from the house as she sat in her rocker on the porch. After she smoked a bowl, her already dead husband visibly came and took her to Heaven while my father watched. Her body, of course, remained in the rocking chair.
When they told Helen Keller LSD would make her see things she said I am going to have to try that.
The next day I was telling my husband about it. An older gentleman was there and he told me we had heard the children who burned up in the fire.
Many years before a house in the area burned and about 6 children died. He had been out in the area coon hunting with a friend when they heard the screams. The fire had happened before he was born and he had never heard the story.
He said we were lucky to have heard the children playing and laughing instead of screaming.
Yep, as are your constant posting of vanities over the last 15 years.
CS Lewis took issue with the terms, “supernatural,” and, “paranormal.” He indicated they were perhaps the ultimate expression of human vanity, suggesting we had a complete understanding of all that is, “natural,” or, “normal”. Less than a milennia ago, people believed that a solar eclipse was a beast trying to devour the sun. A thousand years from now, people will look back at our grotesque ignorance with similar amusement.
I suspect there may full well be legitimate cases of psychokinesis, precognition, ESP, etc. which all have perfectly, “natural,” explanations we as of yet fail to understand.
I’ve never had a supernatural experience, does this mean I’m dead already?
I used to have out of body experiences when I was young, and no they were not drug related. Several years ago I house SAT for a friend of mine for a week. He liked to go to fortune tellers etc. There was some entity in that house that apparently did not like me, lights would go on off by themselves I would hear coughing and other noises that I could not explain. One morning I woke up suddenly and then was pushed by something causing me to almost roll off the bed.
My mother often told the story that she saw her older brother standing at the foot of her bed staring at her one night.
Creepy.
Except he had joined the Marines shortly after Pearl Harbor and the family had not seen him for a long time.
Several weeks later the family received the news that he had been killed on Iwo Jima on the very night my mother had the “dream” of him standing at the foot of her bed.
I have had some unusual experiences as have some close relatives.
So I will tell you two things, one scares me of the devils power and one of gods grace.
1) I worked Tue/Thur evenings as a lifeguard at our HS. Every evening when I came home I made a circuit of my very small town to ensure nothing was going on. The circuit always took me by an old cemetery from the 1800s. At the time I drove a ford escort... it was white. one night Thursday the 13th with a full moon as I drove by the cemetery I hit a black cat. I know I hit the cat because the car lifted under me twice as the tires went over the cat. I Stopped to see if I could ID the cat and notify the owner - remember a very small town. No cat. I checked the road, curbs, and even went into the ditch opposite the cemetery to see if it had crawled in. I refused to cross the cemetery fence. No cat. I looked a good 20 minutes scared to death by the end.
2) At college my senior year my family called to say GrandDad was in a bad way. I asked God to let me get home, I was due to leave the next morning, before he took him HOME. I was thinking of my Mom. I made the trip, and no sooner then I walked in the door the phone rang. My Gdad had passed, but I was there to comfort my mom.
Those are the big ones. Think as you will.
Sometimes a part of me down in my “danger zone” rises, without any warning or control by myself, and gives me a real start!
I believe. I had a friend, Mary was her name. She worked for years to save up enough money to get an MG. She just had to have an MG. It actually got tiresome listening to her talk about getting an MG.
Eventually she saved enough money and got the car. The first week she had it she was in an accident. Took a few weeks, but it got fixed up and she was driving again. Two weeks later she had another accident, worse, but the car was fixable and she had it fixed.
I lost track of her for a couple months but eventually ran into a mutual friend and asked how Mary was doing. “Didn’t you know? She was driving that little MG she loved so much on the 91, slammed into the center divider, and was killed.”
It seems to me as if Mary was destined to die in that car. It took three tries.
I know it sounds crazy but I had a cat named Nero (so called because she was black) that always was in good health and had a magnificent coat. Nero seemed immune to EVERYTHING and really loved life. Every night I let Nero out and he went to the local cemetery in our small town to look for mice among the gravestones. Every morning as I made my eggs and toast I would hear a familiar Meow at the front door, and I knew Nero was back.
One night I had a dream that Nero would die.
When I awoke I heard a pained meow... And there was Nero, who had crawled home with two shattered legs.
She died moments later - some jerk had run over my cat and I believe I had had a premonition to that effect.
The night my Grandfather died, I woke up and found myself talking on the phone, to my grandfather. I was unaware he had died yet, or how I got out of bed to answer the phone. When I became aware that I was talking to my grandfather, no idea of what he had said, then my mother ‘s voice startled me asking why I had picked up the phone when it hadn’t even rang yet. She was calling from the hospital to tell us he had died, of a ruptured aorta. I was 14 or so at the time, and he was a fine gentleman of German birth, had immigrated here after WW1 started a electric motor and dynamo shop, then retired to farm organically. I helped him in the garden a lot and loved him.
Starting when I was about 5, I used to hear wind chimes all the time during the night. We lived in a remote area, no neighbors and no wind chimes on our property. I searched for a source outside for years and never found anything... I could hear them even when it was dead calm outside... but always when I was in bed at night with the windows open. Used to freak me out big time.
Also, on 3 occasions, I had my bed covers jerked away. Of course it would wake me up and the quilts would be on the other side of the room. It made it all the more creepy that I lived in an old farm house and my bedroom was the entire attic that had been finished. I hated it up there. After the last time it happened, I would always roll myself up in the blankets like a big burrito. I slept like that well into my 20's until my wife finally broke me of it after a few years of complaining.
When I was a teenager, some jokers told me to try this little trick that was supposed to be a "mind control" experiment. Basically, you made a little star shape out of paper and folded it in a sort-of pyramid shape. You then balanced that on a pin head and commenced to try to make it spin "with mind control". I tried it one night when my parents were gone (they would have gone off their rockers had they seen me doing something like that). I put my best effort into it and it started spinning real slow. While I was thinking to myself that I had probably breathed on it by accident and made it move, all the lights in the house went off and the TV turned on. As soon as I backed up to assess what was going on, the TV went off and the lights came back on. That's the first and last time I ever tempted something like that.
Call me nuts, but I believe in that stuff and I don't want anything to do with it