Yeah I think our brains do trick us sometimes and aren't always reliable when it comes to recalling memories accurately. The more I read about theoretical physics it makes me wonder if such instances are overlaps/echoes of the past I.e in a universe where your dog is still alive and is still running up stairs. Hopefully that made some sense, I'm incredibly ignorant when it comes to such things.
I'm not sure that I'm a great believer but have had one or two strange experiences which may or may not have been coincidences. One of the strangest and clearest to recall was several years ago.
I was asleep and when I awoke could remember my dream very clearly (in itself quite unusual). I had been in a hospital running from corridor to corridor looking at lots of different signs. Eventually a doctor stopped me and asked me what I was looking for. I said "My father - but it's alright I've found him now". I woke myself up saying those words.
About 2 minutes later the phone rang - a phone call to say my father (previously in good health) had been taken into hospital overnight but they hadn't wanted to worry me as he was not in immediate danger.
The caller (my sort-of stepmother) had been thinking about ringing me for an hour before she did but didn't want to ring too early in the morning. She was always having slightly weird and 'fey' things happening around her and I have convinced myself this was a form of telepathy.
Not exactly supernatural but slightly strange all the same.
Heaven is ... sitting in the garden with a G&T and a cat while watching the sun go down
It is said there are 'no coincidences' that everything is preordained...
We all have had a variety of unexplained experiences and they seem to have been basically factual and largely positiv.. Which is a comfort to many..
My Dad comes through to me now and then, with believe it or not DIY advice..After he died, I had some of his tools and so did my son..
When I was using my dads new set of chisels two weeks ago, renovating a bird house, when I went with the grain he was ok. But I had to at times, try to go across the grain of the wood.. I knew this was wrong but I did not have the correct tool. He was telling me off.. Another time he came and told me how to paint my panelled front door, I kid you not.. ..
Makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, reading these! So very interesting tho..
I have two stories to share, although one is my mums. When my parents had their eldest, they lived in an old cottage in Stock, Essex while dad was on contracted work nearby. Mum said the doors used to open on their own, but the doors all had those old fashioned lift up latches on them, which lifted on their own. They also head footsteps around, all over the house at all times of the day. They nicknamed the ghost 'fred' and used to make light of it. Then dads work came to an end and they were moving again, leaving the rented cottage behind. Mum said the strangeness got more frequent in the last week, and the morning of the move, she woke to find all the food, chairs, tables, kettle, everything in the kitchen was in the middle of the room and piled up to the ceiling. Mum told me that was when she felt like it was too much for her and was very pleased to leave that house!
My own experience was when I was a school kid, roughly 13 years old. 3 of us were mucking around in my mates house and we decided to try and hold a seance. Failed miserably of course, but I remember looking out the french windows into an old banger racing car in the back garden. It didn't register for a moment or two, but then I described the man I saw sitting in the drivers seat to my friends and the girl who's house it was got a photo of her father, who had died a few years previous and it was the same guy. He'd died as a result of all the spray paint he had inhaled doing up racing banger cars. I'd never seen a photo of him before, and she never talked about him, so I don't think I could've had ideas put in my head. That was the end of my school girl fascination of the occult!
Never see the connection between God and the supernormal myself. I don't believe in the first , but definitely do, the second.
My mother lived as part of a large family which moved house several times. The ghost or poltergeist, whatever you call him, came too! This went on for years and years, and the kids liked having him as he could be blamed for lots of things they were responsible for. He did seem to be more active when one member of the family was present but not exclusively. He seemed rather simple but had a huge range of activities, hiding things, (once a visitor's baby) ,throwing small things, floating objects though the air,ringing doorbells, fixing up strange scarecrow figures with pillows and hats etc. he got more and more skilful with time and was able to do things like picking out on the piano a melody that was running through someone's head. Or laying a table, but never in a useful manner, ie, a salt spoon for the grandfather and a soup ladle for the baby. Eventually they were able to communicate with him, and he said his name was Tom and he just liked being with them.
i don't see why the subject should be avoided. Ignored by those not interested, perhaps. I never join discussions here on grafting,or cacti, or coleus!
Some fascinating stories and way too many to dismiss as suggestibility.
Hester I too don't see why the subject should be avoided, this is after all the potting shed and a place for non-gardening topics.
Can the mysteries of this world all be explained away with mathematical formulas? Is this what we see,hear,smell,taste and touch the be all and end all? Are we simply a cocktail of chemicals and electrical impulses?
Susan. Tom eventually just turned into a bit of a nuisance , for instance going into a shop with one member of the family who was buying a shirt who found when he was leaving there was a tie hanging out of his pocket. Things like that. So he was told to go and he just did.
i like the sense of authenticity about the stories here. Blighty Mams episode in that house is amazing.
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Susan I agree with Dove, you saw him Going! He doesn't sound the type to be welcomed into the "spirit world"
one of the closest relationships I have ever had was with a retired guide dog who taught me so much about love and love is what makes us all tick
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Interesting stories.
I'm not sure that I'm a great believer but have had one or two strange experiences which may or may not have been coincidences. One of the strangest and clearest to recall was several years ago.
I was asleep and when I awoke could remember my dream very clearly (in itself quite unusual). I had been in a hospital running from corridor to corridor looking at lots of different signs. Eventually a doctor stopped me and asked me what I was looking for. I said "My father - but it's alright I've found him now". I woke myself up saying those words.
About 2 minutes later the phone rang - a phone call to say my father (previously in good health) had been taken into hospital overnight but they hadn't wanted to worry me as he was not in immediate danger.
The caller (my sort-of stepmother) had been thinking about ringing me for an hour before she did but didn't want to ring too early in the morning. She was always having slightly weird and 'fey' things happening around her and I have convinced myself this was a form of telepathy.
Not exactly supernatural but slightly strange all the same.
I'm carefully avoiding saying a word on this thread. People will be offended I think if I do.
It is said there are 'no coincidences' that everything is preordained...
We all have had a variety of unexplained experiences and they seem to have been basically factual and largely positiv.. Which is a comfort to many..
My Dad comes through to me now and then, with believe it or not DIY advice..After he died, I had some of his tools and so did my son..
When I was using my dads new set of chisels two weeks ago, renovating a bird house, when I went with the grain he was ok. But I had to at times, try to go across the grain of the wood.. I knew this was wrong but I did not have the correct tool. He was telling me off.. Another time he came and told me how to paint my panelled front door, I kid you not.. ..
Makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, reading these! So very interesting tho..
I have two stories to share, although one is my mums. When my parents had their eldest, they lived in an old cottage in Stock, Essex while dad was on contracted work nearby. Mum said the doors used to open on their own, but the doors all had those old fashioned lift up latches on them, which lifted on their own. They also head footsteps around, all over the house at all times of the day. They nicknamed the ghost 'fred' and used to make light of it. Then dads work came to an end and they were moving again, leaving the rented cottage behind. Mum said the strangeness got more frequent in the last week, and the morning of the move, she woke to find all the food, chairs, tables, kettle, everything in the kitchen was in the middle of the room and piled up to the ceiling. Mum told me that was when she felt like it was too much for her and was very pleased to leave that house!
My own experience was when I was a school kid, roughly 13 years old. 3 of us were mucking around in my mates house and we decided to try and hold a seance. Failed miserably of course, but I remember looking out the french windows into an old banger racing car in the back garden. It didn't register for a moment or two, but then I described the man I saw sitting in the drivers seat to my friends and the girl who's house it was got a photo of her father, who had died a few years previous and it was the same guy. He'd died as a result of all the spray paint he had inhaled doing up racing banger cars. I'd never seen a photo of him before, and she never talked about him, so I don't think I could've had ideas put in my head. That was the end of my school girl fascination of the occult!
Never see the connection between God and the supernormal myself. I don't believe in the first , but definitely do, the second.
My mother lived as part of a large family which moved house several times. The ghost or poltergeist, whatever you call him, came too! This went on for years and years, and the kids liked having him as he could be blamed for lots of things they were responsible for. He did seem to be more active when one member of the family was present but not exclusively. He seemed rather simple but had a huge range of activities, hiding things, (once a visitor's baby) ,throwing small things, floating objects though the air,ringing doorbells, fixing up strange scarecrow figures with pillows and hats etc. he got more and more skilful with time and was able to do things like picking out on the piano a melody that was running through someone's head. Or laying a table, but never in a useful manner, ie, a salt spoon for the grandfather and a soup ladle for the baby. Eventually they were able to communicate with him, and he said his name was Tom and he just liked being with them.
i don't see why the subject should be avoided. Ignored by those not interested, perhaps. I never join discussions here on grafting,or cacti, or coleus!
Some fascinating stories and way too many to dismiss as suggestibility.
Hester I too don't see why the subject should be avoided, this is after all the potting shed and a place for non-gardening topics.
Can the mysteries of this world all be explained away with mathematical formulas? Is this what we see,hear,smell,taste and touch the be all and end all? Are we simply a cocktail of chemicals and electrical impulses?
Susan. Tom eventually just turned into a bit of a nuisance , for instance going into a shop with one member of the family who was buying a shirt who found when he was leaving there was a tie hanging out of his pocket. Things like that. So he was told to go and he just did.
i like the sense of authenticity about the stories here. Blighty Mams episode in that house is amazing.