Posted on 10/31/2002 4:15:12 PM PST by Momaw Nadon
Always thought it would be kind of neat to go to one of those places. Lot of them in the South.
Me too. Interesting stuff.
I've always wondered why some people have these types of experiences and others don't. I don't know if its a matter of being open to the suggestion or just what.
My family has had quite a few 'odd' things.
One of my cousins (I don't remember him) had gone hunting with his brothers. His rifle had jammed. He hit it against a tree trunk. It went off and shot him in the neck. He died in one of his brother's arms.
My Aunt said that his picture fell off the wall that day, and that it fell off at the time determined that he had died. Very wierd. But not the only instance of weirness with pictures.
My sister had a close friend in high school. The friend was a year behind my sister.
My folks had moved away (about an hour's drive one way), and my sister lived with another friend and her parents, so that she could finish her senior year at her high school. After graduation she moved to where my folks went.
I was friends with the girsl that was a year behind her in school. One day in December this girl was going home from shopping, hit a patch of ice, lost control of her car, hit a tree and was killed.
My sister had a picture of this girl on a shelf. After her death that picture would be found face down in the mornings. My sister would set it upright in the morning, but the next morning it would be face down again.
At this time my sister had a live in boyfriend and he just figured there was some other explanation for it. He had a picture of one of his friends on the shelf as well. And that picture was just fine.
A few month's later, his friend was killed in a car accident, and that picture would be found face down in the mornings, too. He found that to be a bit too weird!
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Another dorm mate had entered. She was dressed in black, (like a 50s beatnik) and made a disparaging remark about palm reading. She then came over to where I was sitting and sat in front of me, thrust out her hand and demanded a reading.
I lifted her hand and it was if a cold, ghostly hand had gripped my heart. I looked at her hand, noticed a short violent shaped lifeline which appeared to end very soon. I don't know what came over me but I blurted out, "I see a short and violent life. You die by your own hand!" She sprang up and dashed from the room. Everyone was in shock. They all asked why I had predicted her suicide? I don't know. It was as if I looked into her soul. One of my bridgemates said, "Lou. Last summer she slit her wrists!" Did you know that?" To this day I don't know if I had subconsiously been aware of that scar on her wrist. As I said, she was wearing a long sleeved turtle neck and black toreadors and black ballet slippers.
I asked my Grandma, (Italian and believer in la Strega!), and she gave me the evil eye sign and told me, "Luigi, you never again do a reading!"
Whooooooo!
40 years later and no palm reading since!!!!!!!
Just stop putting quarters in the slot.
My dad and I were emptying my grandmother's room after she died. A nurse came in and said she wanted to tell us something. She said that she didn't know what our beliefs were, but felt she had to say something. The night my grandmother died, my brother visited her between 9:00 & 9:30 PM or so. He left and went home. At about 10:00 PM or so, the nurse got several buzzes from other residents, she went to see what they wanted and they told here that they wanted to see Jesus too. He had just walked down the hall from my grandmother's room according to the residents. The nurse looked in on my grandmother and she had just passed away.
Talk about giving me chills! It also helped lessen the sadness of my grandmothers death.
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