Tell us about your unexplained/paranormal/extraordinary experiences!

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Sagittarius

Temporal Novice
Almost everyone has that one time when something happened to them and they are unable to explain how or why that particular event occurred even to this day.

Since most members of this forum seem to love discussing paranormal and mysterious topics, I thought it would be a good idea to make a thread in which everyone can share their craziest, strangest or creepiestexperiences.

Apart from sharing your story, you can also give explanations to other’s experiences if you feel qualified to do so.

So don’t be shy, go ahead and share with everyone that one time when you accidentally found a glitch in the Matrix or that another time when you travelled to a different timeline by mistake. Or both, the more the better! Who knows? Maybe someone can actually explain what happened to you.

I’ll go ahead and reply with some of my strangest stories too!

*Feel free to suggest any edits to my posts, my English is far from perfect

 
I consider myself a skeptic, I find it very hard to believe in fairy tales or things that I consider impossible, but I must recognize that when I think about certain events that seemed impossible but still happened for real, I feel forced to believe there’s much more to this world that we could ever imagine.

I had quite a few interesting experiences so far, but I don’t want to make this reply too long or tedious, so I’ll share just one, at least for now. If this thread actually seems to be appealing to others I will for sure add more stories.

Dreaming with the future

I had wild dreams when I was a child, but one of the wildest I had was not crazy because of the dream itself, but because almost everything I dreamed of except something I avoided on purpose happened in real life when I woke up in the morning.

I was just starting to go to kindergarten, I was probably 5 or 6 years old, and I didn’t quite liked the stress of going to that place everyday, so I’m not sure what could’ve caused the “prediction” but I suspect that might be part of the reason.

Anyways, when I went to the kindergarten that morning, everything was strange. For some reason, I knew about everything that was about to happen during that day, absolutely everything, because I dreamed about it with all the details the night before!

It was like a perpetual déjà vu, I knew all the conversations that I was about to have, all the toys that me and my friends were about to use and that I was gonna hurt my hand with the bathroom door after another child slammed it when I had my fingers in between the door and the wall. The only thing is, I didn’t actually hurt my fingers! I knew about it so I stayed away from the door, and exactly when I knew he would slam the door, boom! He slammed it while fooling around the bathroom with some of his friends.

Now, I have little to no memories since when I was that young, but because of how surreal and crazy that day was, I can still somehow remember the most important details about that day, probably because, even if I wasn’t too impressed with the experience, I still thought it was quite creepy and strange, regardless of my age.

If that were to happen today, I’d totally freak out, but since I was so young and naive and my mother didn’t seem to think it was such a big deal (she probably thought I was lying) I eventually stopped caring too much about it until I was old enough to realize that was actually kind of a big deal.

 
My first job at 16 was working a Haunted House event at the Alton, IL Grand Theater, its an old movie theater that no longer shows movies since the 60’s. During orientation we were told the Theater is haunted and there are old movie reels in the attic storage that if they are moved strange things will happen. Well I blew this info off and started working that night. They put me on the stage by myself to scare people sliding down a slide from the balcony to the stage. I was waiting for people to come down and out of the blue something hit me on my shoulder like a hand. I turned around and no one was there or nothing fell from the ceiling. I ignored it and about 30 mins later something grabbed the back of my costume and pulled me back. I later found out a guy hung himself on the stage years ago and he was trying to make contact with me… So freaky.

 
Like you I have had a lot of interesting experiences although on the whole I don’t find such things at all scary. In fact, I find “everyday life” a lot more frightening! But one experience did startle me, and that was when, following a physical breakdown, my wife had signed me up to visit a group offering healing at the local village hall. I started off rather sceptical, but after my first session, when I felt a blast of heat from the healer’s hands rather like opening an oven door, and felt a lot better afterwards, I decided to carry on. The group worked in a large lounge; around the periphery were chairs where you could sit waiting your turn, and after your session you could sit there with a cup of tea and a biscuit. Pleasant “New Age” music was playing in the background. In the middle of the room were pairs of chairs where 5 or 6 healers would sit with their patients before starting their work.

One day my regular healer was ill and her place was taken by rather a stern-looking lady with cropped hair and a somewhat mannish manner. I explained that my lower back was my major problem, and she took that in and started. Some healers used to hold their hands over the affected parts but not touch it; others liked to touch as well. My new healer immediately started on my shoulders with a gentle massage. I closed my eyes and relaxed. After a while I felt a strong sensation of heat in my lower back, and then a second later, she started to massage it, very firmly indeed. I could feel her fingers and thumbs digging in and targeting some bones, giving a sense of immediate relief. (“My goodness, this girl’s got strong fingers,” I remember thinking.) The massage eventually stopped and the sensation of heat also, which told me the session was over.

In the debriefing moments that followed I explained about feeling the heat before she started the massage, and she looked puzzled. When I repeated it she said, “Someone else must have been touching your back.” I didn’t say anything but I thought this was crazy. Nobody could sneak up and give me a back massage without the healer, the other healers, or all the patients sitting around, seeing it. I was puzzled, then I got a very cold feeling up my spine. Unconsciously, I had been assuming that the plastic seats were made with separate seats and backs, leaving room for someone’s hands to operate freely – but in fact as I could now see they were moulded with seat and back in one continuous curve. Not only could you not get a massage that way but it was impossible for someone even to touch your back!

Later on I changed to a healer working outside the group and experienced hands touching me on a regular basis, so I became quite blase about it. But I have never forgotten that first shock…

 
Very interesting indeed, I recall reading about something similar in a book. Apparently this “heat” you feel and the healing effects don’t really come from those healers, but from another source. Call it the Universe, God, Allah, the Cosmic Consciousness, etc… Those who heal using that method are merely “conductors” that pass the “energy” to the “receptor”, you, from the “generator”, unknown.

Now I obviously don’t really buy it so easily, after all I’m not very religious or spiritual, but having somebody else describe a healing process similar to the one I read makes it much more credible and interesting.

As for the mysterious feeling that you had that wasn’t produced by anyone apparently, I have no idea what could’ve caused that, all I know is that if something similar happened to me, I’d freak out so badly.

Thanks for the reply, it was very informative for me!

 
Yes, this was the theory that the healers had, but I had my doubts. I think a lot of them were using their own energy, chi, or whatever, and a few I know developed health problems themselves. My later healer was a Reiki expert, and obviously they take the line that they are using their own chi or ki. However, when I reported my experiences to him, he remarked that “I had the type of aura that would attract help from the other side.” I noted one clue that might be of interest. The experience that I had most sessions with the Reiki man was of a hand grasping my right foot and pressing its thumb into the area between the big toe and the next one. It was a very strong feeling and I learned that if I thought it must be the healer doing it I would open my eyes and the sensation would fade. The more solid and unambiguous it felt, the more likely it was to be the invisible hand. (Not energy – once the unseen helper got the initial position a bit wrong and had to adjust it.)

Now I was already getting herbs from a Chinese doctor and I decided to take up her offer of acupuncture for my ankle problem. When she did she put needles in the ankle area but also always a needle in that same area next to my big toe. I asked her why, and she said this was on a major acupuncture meridian.

So it’s a clue that seems to connect the healing with both energy and other worldly intervention!

After my breakdown I was grateful for help whatever its source, so no need to freak out. What goes on in this world freaks me out a lot more!

 
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