tell me your 'paranormal' experiences..?

Question

if you have an interesting 'experience' please share it with me...thanx

Answer 1

Here's one to make you think. I couldn't possibly tell you them all because there are - thousands. God bless.

The Color of God’s Eyes
Edward L. Paciorek

One might wonder why anyone would want to keep this sort of moment to themselves, but like the boy in the movie The Sixth Sense, I learned long ago that having a sixth – or seventh sense, is often a blessing for the owner, but is an invitation to ridicule from others
The part of my life that relates to this particular story isn’t a very pleasant tale, although there is an incredible blessing tied to the end of it.
The instant that I will focus on occurred when I was 14 years old, way back in 1971. I was in 9th grade, which should have been a quiet time in a simpler day.
I am the successful survivor of two violently broken, alcoholic family environments. My first memory of my life (and the other night I counted – I have seven memories of the first six years of my life totaling about two minutes of recall) is of my drunken father punching my mother backwards over a sofa. Skipping the details, I’ll fast forward to the situation when I was 14.
My mother, who had divorced my father (yet toyed with him for about a year before signing the papers) had remarried. My new stepfather was a construction worker who was also very fond of drinking. My mother…I can’t really share what I have come to remember about what she did to me. It is too terrible to recount here. Let’s just say that she has never said the words. “I love you” to me in my entire life and leave the other nasty details for God to talk to her about.
Before the reader starts to think that this story is designed merely to depress, I point out that before one can really appreciate the light, one must get a taste of the depth of the darkness.
And speaking of the darkness, let me tell you about my world way back then – the dungeon. At the age of eight or so my family decided that I should be moved downstairs to the basement. I didn’t get a vote. One day I was relocated to my new bedroom, which was basically under the basement staircase. The worst part of the change was waking up in the middle of the night and knowing that there was a 2”-3” centipede hanging on the wall just above the covers of my bed.
The daily environment was a whole different level of “challenging”. To sum up, my mother had perfected the art of making my stepfather feel inadequate, and he was perfecting his drinking/threatening/terrorizing techniques on the rest of us. Violent drinking rages used to be limited to Fridays, initially, but eventually grew into an any-day, any-time event.
How’s that for dark?
And now, on to the good part.
At fourteen, I was pretty much at the end of my spiritual rope. Back then there was no one to talk to and nothing to be done. One night, utterly overwhelmed and emotionally beaten-up, I muttered my usual desire to be called home and fell asleep.
Some might say that what happened next was just a dream. To them I say, “You weren’t there and I don’t have the ability to show you except through my words”.
I woke up in the middle of the night to a light coming from the main part of the basement, which was down a short hallway and a jog to the right, from my bed. I heard the sounds of a lot of people milling about. The voices and noises seemed unfamiliar when compared to party noises from my family’s previous gatherings. I got out of bed and moved towards the hall jog that led to the main room.
I had only taken a couple of steps, the hallway only being about six feet long, when I heard a very strange sound. It was a horn of some kind, but not one I had ever heard before. Years later I directed a production of the Broadway musical Godspell and heard the sound again. The sound was from a shofar, which is an ancient Jewish instrument made from a ram’s horn.
At that moment I knew it wasn’t a drinking party.
I got to the end of the hall and turned right. The room was bathed in golden light and there were many people standing there, seemingly waiting for me to come in.
Before I had a chance to focus on a single face for details, a figure stepped before me and blocked my path.
At that moment, my world stopped. My thoughts, my fears, my consciousness ground to an instant halt and time stood still.
I saw His face for the briefest of milliseconds. One focused thought formed in my head, “Oh my God, I’m dead. I’m here standing before God and somehow I died in my sleep.” I fell to the floor and bowed my head, not that it made any difference. I had looked into the face of Jesus, and I had seen the presence of God in his countenance
And why do I say that I have seen the face of God? It is because of Jesus’ eyes. Needless to say, I lack the ability to completely describe the experience, but I shall convey a watered-down impression of the moment. His eyes were red – not the red of a photographic mistake, but the red of the core of the sun. His eyes were a presence of their own. Jesus’ eyes never moved, yet I could feel them scan and expose every fiber, every thought, every hidden corner of my soul and expose it to the light.
I thought my prayers had been answered.
I thought that I had been called home.
I thought that my time with the beer and the stitches and the centipedes was over. I was fabulously ready to go.
I was shocked to wake up the next morning.

Answer 2

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Answer 3

I only have one. I was 18 and with my brother of 16. We were in my car and driving home after a dance so it was around 10 or 11 PM. I came to a four way stop and there was a flash or light that crossed the sky. It did not sound like an airplane. It made no noise. It was too fast for an airplane. It was a time when there were a lot of ufo sightings but if you reported such you were classed as crazy. I know this was real because my brother saw the same thing.

Answer 4

My husband and I bought a home in Waveland, MS in 1999. It was built by and old couple who lived there for 50 years until they both died. We would be awakened in the middle of the night hearing old-time radio stations; talking and old country music. And it would always happen at that time between sleep and waking...then it would go away. We would hear it at the same time.

After hurricane Katrina the couples daughter came by to see if the house was still there (it got blown off its blocks by a tornado and had 6' of water in it). I asked her if her mom and dad listened to the radio alot...she said, "when I was a little girl, Mama and Daddy would listen to old country stations and the radio was always on".

We had the old house torn down because it wasn't salvagable after the storm. We sold the property and moved an hour away. Funny thing happened last week; I woke up and asked my husband to turn the radio off..!!! He said he didn't have it on....

Wonder if the Galavan's followed us to Louisiana??

This is all true...have a few more but no space to share at the moment.

Answer 5

Here's one for you that just happened here on Yahoo! ANSWERS:

I found the question "How do you know you are you?" and wrote this:-

I'm not me. You are me and I invent you in my imagination. Everything you know about yourself is really what I know about you and you just think you know it because I want you to but I don't know I'm doing it because I am You.

(So you better be nice to me)

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Then I had a look to see whose question I'd answered and discovered he had a surprisingly high rating considering the number of questions and answers he had.

Further investigation revealed he had an enormous percentage of best answers which were almost all rated so by the same person.

Yet more delving revealed this other identity also had a curiously high rating for the exact same reason. They are each-other.

How creepily prophetic was my answer in the first place?

Answer 6

I skipped school one day in highschool about 8 years ago we were in an abandoned building telling ghost stories in daylight hours as we were leaving we all got a cold sensation (we were in 92 degree weather in Miami Beach) & kinda looked at each other as we turned around we saw a dark figure heading straight toward us & we ran to the fire escape. we never spoke of it since. the building had been abandoned since WWII where gay men used used it as a HOSTEL/motel & german soldiers burned alot of the men alive in the middle of the night. I have alot more paranormal experiences but the others were far more personal & frightening for me. not being sarcastic I actually saw the grim reaper when I was 4 years old.

Answer 7

I lived in a house that had been build over a foundation of a previously 2 burnt homes in which a woman died in the second buring. We would smell smoke in what was the dining room a lot.

One night, it was starting to storm and as the rain came down we thought we heard kids. My father and I looked out to see if there were kids outside and we were going to have them come in before the storm got them. We didn't see anyone and as the night got darker, it stopped. Then, the lights went out and we heard the kids again. We peered out but saw nothing.

Then we heard the banging upstairs. We thought something had fallen, maybe that a window was open. As we went up to the second floor candles in hand, we realized it came from the attic, which was jammed with old furniture and trunks. My dad and I looked at each other and went up to the attic. We could HEAR children playing and things being moved. When we opened the door, the noises stopped, but the trunks were open and stuff was thrown around. We could see footprints in the dust. We went in and tried to find out who was in there but found no one. Then we went back downstairs.

We sat down and we heard it again. My dad said "You go up" and he made me go FIRST. When we got upstairs and opened the door, EVERYTHING was back the way it should have been and the dust looked as if it hadn't been disturbed in years.

Answer 8

I was living at a school in New Mexico, people had all had strange experiences there... it was a spiritual school, so no suprise. I was more of an unbeliever though and really felt they made most of the stories up.

One night as I was walking alone from the dormitories toward the dining hall I heard a very strange low sort of grumbling howl from not far behind me. I whipped around to see what is was and saw something running towards me!

I felt terror come over me because whatever it was, it was not natural. It seemed to have the features of a wolf, or maybe a bear, but was moving like a gorrila! Half upright and using it's hands to hurtle forward between its steps... I tried to scream but only gasped as I bolted for long stairs that wound up and around the pond toward the dining hall.

I was absolutely certain it would catch me and was leaping, skipping steps barreling at full tilt over the last I hit the gravel hard on the flat out toward the door which were in sight. I lost control and slid painfully face down into the rocks and dust. There was no doubt I would now die for I heard it clucking gleefully as it topped the stairs behind me.

Suddenly, one of the school's teachers was standing in front of me. His hand was palm out in a halt position with a calm and confident look on his face. I do not know how he appeared there, for I had not seen him as I fell... perhaps I missed him in my hurry? He helped me to my feet and there was no sign of the terrible creature. "You saw it," I said to him. "What was that terrible thing?!"

"Tell me what you think you saw." He led me inside and we had tea while my nerves settled and I washed my skinned up chin and elbows. He explain it as a negetive thought form, more or less a very powerful figmant of my imagination.

To this day I wonder then why he was halting something behind me as he stood over me before he helped me up.

Answer 9

I have no personal experiences but I taught a philosophy class and asked my students to write me an essay if they had experiences they couldn't explain.

One woman told me that she visited her dead grandmother in her dreams for five years. Her grandmother fortold the deaths of people in her immediate family with shocking accuracy.

Another woman confronted a poltergeist in her boyfriend's home. It would turn on appliances, slam doors and, rarely, show itself as an orb-like apparation.

Neither of these students would have said anything had I not been teaching William James' Varities of Religious Experience which, at points, engages the general traits of supernatural experience.

Answer 10

Back when our kids were very young... 4 to 6 in age... we had some weird incidents that we finally chalked up to being poltergeists.

we're not whackos but after researching the subject, we found that strange things happen around children that matched what was happening to us.

Things flying off shelves... my son somehow levitated himself from an enclosure... I actually saw a soapstone figurine launch itself from a shelf and flay across the room and... it did not break.

You don't have to be a extremist to arrive at this conclusion once you see it in person. No one else will ever know what it is like until... unless it happens to them.

Just life.

Answer 11

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The funny thing is I came to the realization that I had to change a little too late. After I was kicked out and after I was about to lose the only things that truly mattered to me - her love. A funny thing happens when we truly love someone and lose them. We do what ever it takes to get them back. For me I had to drop bad habits that had caused not only our relationship to sour but practically every other relationship I had had in the past. Not only with women, but with friends, co-workers, family, you name it.

Which is why I say to you as my ex at the time said to me, the only thing you can do is change yourself. Work on yourself and improve on the person that you already are. Drop the negative things in your life that don't belong there and you will see all of your relationships start to take off to new heights.