Things you can’t explain/paranormal?

[Ciro]

An acquaintance has repeatedly had odd experiences. He's a magnet for these sorts of things. Straight guy, successful businessman, doesn't do drugs, maybe an occasional glass of wine, nothing that would have one think he's nuts.

He woke one night to find his top sheet and blankets gone. Got up, walked into the hallway outside his bedroom and there they were, neatly folded in a pile. Again, this is just one occurrence, he's had other different weirdness happen to him for years.

 

[ChicknPickn]

So the theory that time is the fourth dimension and linear has always made me wonder.

What if time was not a line from one point but an ever expanding sphere?

There would be infinite timelines or realities expanding away from the single point.

Some of these would be very close to each other and I believe there would be some crossover from one to another.

This would be a possible explanation for all paranormal happenings we perceive.

I have experienced many things that don't fit neatly into the explainable box.

Maybe we just perceive a tiny amount at a time and being unexplainable to our conscious mind our we construct something more believable or explainable.

Our subconscious is at work 24/7 to keep us going.

I grew up hearing about a great Uncle that died a few months before I was born visiting my mother the night before I was born assuring her I would be alright.

I was 2 months late, she went into labor 3:45 am the morning I was to be cut out and well, I was alive.

I believe there is more we don't know or understand than there is that we actually know and understand.

Who knows what goes bump in the night?

I’ve wondered whether realities are like radio waves - - we’re bathed in them, an infinite spectrum, but somehow are tuned but to one. But maybe, sometimes, a standing wave occurs, or superamplification, and . . . . an “anomaly” occurs?

 

[68tele]

An acquaintance has repeatedly had odd experiences. He's a magnet for these sorts of things. Straight guy, successful businessman, doesn't do drugs, maybe an occasional glass of wine, nothing that would have one think he's nuts.

He woke one night to find his top sheet and blankets gone. Got up, walked into the hallway outside his bedroom and there they were, neatly folded in a pile. Again, this is just one occurrence, he's had other different weirdness happen to him for years.

M-maybe he was sleep-folding...?

 

[TheCheapGuitarist]

The last time I explained these "paranormal" things, I was slapped on the pee pee by the moderators for "religious discussion". Sad thing is that I was correct.

 

[colchar]

The last time I explained these "paranormal" things, I was slapped on the pee pee by the moderators for "religious discussion". Sad thing is that I was correct.

Sometimes they are overly sensitive and have itchy trigger fingers. It happens.

 

[Manual Slim]

The last time I explained these "paranormal" things, I was slapped on the pee pee by the moderators for "religious discussion". Sad thing is that I was correct.

Careful with that sex talk too!

 

[TheCheapGuitarist]

Sometimes they are overly sensitive and have itchy trigger fingers. It happens.

Yep, big time. And they don't accept correction gracefully.

 

[Fiesta Red]

I won’t go into it very deeply here, but I believe there are unseen spirits. I believe some are good and some are bad, and the bad ones often try to portray themselves as the good ones.

I’ll stop there before it gets religious in nature.

 

[Slap Axe]

I had a strange thing happen a couple of years ago. My wife's uncle in San Diego died unexpectedly at age 60. He was a great guy and the two of us got along really well. We'd made several trips to stay with him over the years and go to the beach and he came our way out to the Rocky Mountains and stayed with us a couple of times.

His two daughters and his ex-wife needed help cleaning out the house he was renting, so my wife and I drove down a few days before the funeral to help out. He'd only been gone for a couple of days when we arrived. I was sitting in a chair on the back patio all by myself, in the middle of the day, when a rock suddenly hit the stucco wall about 8 feet to my left. It was startling because it hit pretty hard. It was about the size of a quarter.

There was no wind at all. I stood up and didn't see any neighbors outside in the adjacent yards. There were no kids around because it's a 55+ retirement community. I was pretty stumped. I was also feeling some empathy for him, thinking it wouldn't be my favorite scenario to have an ex-wife going through my house and personal belongings after I died. I couldn't help wondering if maybe he was trying to get my attention to let me know that he was still around and watching. Who knows, that might be far fetched, but it certainly was odd and I couldn't come up with a logical explanation for it.

 

[Nogoodnamesleft]

I've had a few things happen that I can't explain. And a few places that had a certain kind of energy. Some not so great places to be.

Among the worst, I used to work at a psychiatric hospital. The history of psychiatry has a pretty checkered history. Some rooms, basements, tunnels, crawlspaces I've been in - not good places.

 

[aging_rocker]

...places that had a certain kind of energy. Some not so great places to be...

I know exactly what you mean. I worked on the conversion of a derelict Victorian workhouse into holiday accommodation many years ago.

I'm not particularly 'sensitive' or anything, but some parts of that place absolutely made my flesh crawl. Bad vibes.

 

[notmyusualuserid]

I know exactly what you mean. I worked on the conversion of a derelict Victorian workhouse into holiday accommodation many years ago.

I'm not particularly 'sensitive' or anything, but some parts of that place absolutely made my flesh crawl. Bad vibes.

I wonder if the holidaying occupants have a good time?

 

[68tele]

This thread needs a soundtrack...

 

[aging_rocker]

I wonder if the holidaying occupants have a good time?

I've thought about that a few times over the years.

I just googled it - it's now 'permanently closed'...

 

[Nogoodnamesleft]

I wonder if the holidaying occupants have a good time?

That was my first though too.

I've thought about that a few times over the years.

I just googled it - it's now 'permanently closed'...

Yeah. I'm sure it's a lovely building to look at but, yeah.

 

[Fendereedo]

I feel perhaps I'm small minded over unexplained, and possible conspiracy theory data, but to be honest about the whole thing, I don't have time in my life to waste worrying about the paranormal, or extraterrestrial happenings in real life, although I do love a good horror scifi movie, or series.

 

[MyLittleEye]

I have experienced "familiar smells" sometimes out of nowhere, that remind me of people who have passed. Faint smell of cigs or soap. Never with a witness/corroborator. Makes me think it's in my head.

I have a 'haunted' harmonica.

My second harmonica, after the C that came with "The Harp Book", was an E harmonica, which I subsequently NEVER played (to play in Em it was an A harp I needed!). One day I left the harmonica behind after visiting my mum and forgot about it.

She passed away when I was 24 and when I cleared the house I found it and chucked it into in a box that followed me around for years. Then one day I came upon it again, A tarnished old Marine Band still in its original cardboard box. Gosh! I thought. It's been years since I played that thing, I wonder how it sounds? So I gave it a toot...

Well it played stiff and bright and tinny just as I'd remembered it, however this time something was different. This time it tasted of cigarette and lipstick! Yeah, a bit icky to be honest. After all that time though, such an unexpected reminder of a mother who'd been gone, now, for longer than I'd been alive when she passed.

I've not played it again since. It is haunted but I'll never let it go.

 

[REWTX]

After his long illness, I got the call one morning that my Dad would likely be passing soon (yes it is easier to say “passing”). I was four hours away and I headed his way, not crazy fast but in a hurry. About two hours into the drive I experienced an overwhelming peaceful feeling, even stopped for breakfast. When I spoke with my nephew who was at Dad’s side, he told me that he had passed. My nephew was very surprised when I told him the exact time.

 

[bowman]

There are things that I think were meant to happen. Events, conversations. I don’t really believe in fate, predestination, or even paranormal stuff, but still…there are things that can’t be explained. I also believe there are people with whom we have a different kind of connection than we do with most other people in the world. I have one of those connections with a woman I haven’t seen in person in 40+ years. It’s uncanny and a little unsettling at times, but we experience it together and laugh about it. We don’t even talk regularly - once every couple of years or so. We don’t have a lot of history: we were friends and lovers in high school for a short time but both went on to have long, happy lives with other people. One thing we both agree on is that for both of us our brief time together was the happiest we ever were in our lives, and I think we must have had that connection then, too, but didn’t realize it. We probably thought we were in love. It’s not nostalgia or regret - we didn’t pine for each other at all when we broke up. I forgot about her for decades, but when we reconnected, bam - there it was, that same odd feeling of ease, serenity, and contentment that we always gave each other. It’s not romance either: we are both in happy longtime relationships with people we love. I just find it so weird that there is another human being on this planet who knows real things about me that she couldn’t possibly know. Is that paranormal? I don’t think so, but it’s not normal either.

 

[DesmoTele]

I had an experience very similar to the one posted by REWTX. I was at the hospital, waiting to go in for my first-ever surgery. I am very needle-averse and had just been informed by the staff that yet another blood draw was necessary before the surgery, which didn't help my already anxious state and I was none too happy, to the point that my wife and I had a minor argument about it in the hallway outside the waiting room. I went back to sit down, and suddenly experienced the feeling of peace REWTX described, and just knew everything was going to be OK. My wife was amazed at the change, and both the blood draw and surgery were nothing. A couple weeks later I called my mom and she told me she had some sad news she hadn't wanted to share with me at the time due to the surgery and recovery. She said that my (step-) grandmother, a woman who I dearly loved, had passed - and I too told her the exact date and time. Believe what you will, but I will remain convinced to the day I hopefully will see her again she stopped by on her way to comfort me one last time.