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I've had some spooky coincidences in my life.
I was visiting New York City before I moved here, back when I still lived in L.A. I had helped out a friend of a friend, a New Yorker, driven her around a lot when she was visiting L.A., and she said, If you ever come to New York, you can stay with me. Of course I took her up on it. And I hoped to see an old friend from college while I was there. I got the old friend's address, and it wasn't only in the same part of town (Astoria), as the woman I was staying with, it was the apartment next door to hers. I know there have been others, I'll see if I can remember them. |
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A couple of hours ago, I made a cup of Yogi tea and they always come with these positive quotes on the tag. Mine said, "Your intuition is your best friend." That was all the confirmation I needed for what I already knew! My doubts and that sick feeling vanished instantly. In the past, not trusting my instincts about people has lead to some seriously disastrous results. I really should know better by now... |
I wouldn't qualify this as empathic but more a gut feeling. Several years ago I worked in a factory and for a while I worked 3rd shift. Sometimes when I went out to the smoke shack to have a cigarette this security guard would be there smoking on his break. We spoke a few times and he seemed nice enough but something about him didn't set right with me, made my hackles go up, made me feel unsettled. I wasn't afraid as the smoke shack was just too public. It wasn't like he said anything unusual, out of the ordinary or off track, but something told me DANGER
Well time went on and I noticed after a while that I didn't see him anymore. So one night I had to go to the clinic in the factory [the factory was so large they staffed a nurse in the each of the big plants]. She was a very good friend of mine and we got to talking and I just so happened to bring up that I hadn't seen that guard in a while and my friend told me that he had been accused of molesting his granddaughter and that he had committed suicide just before his trial was set to begin!!! I was freaking out and I told her how he had made me feel. Crazy man! ~~~shark~~~~~~~ |
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I totally believe in the afterlife, and this is because of my Nanna. She had a gift. (I've shared this before, but this was years ago on another site. Some of you might remember the story)
My mother's dad died young, leaving my Nanna to bring up four children. After his death, sometimes she would wake up in the middle of the night to see him standing in her room. She would always find out the next day that a family member had passed, always around the time she saw him. It was like he was the one chosen to bring each family member home, and he would always drop in to see her on the way. She came to know that whenever she got a visit from him, one of the family had been called home. She also would wake up in the middle of the night to see a little girl standing by the bed. We believe that this little girl was a child she had miscarried. Nanna's eldest daughter, my Aunty Joy also has a "sense". She can tell when people are going to die. She says they get a "smell" about them. She told my Aunty Rae that she should say goodbye to her husband, because he was going to die soon (he had no terminal illnesses or anything that would make you expect it). I don't think Aunty Rae appreciated the advance notice, but the family did get to say goodbye and he got advance warning to get things in order, which I think is a bit of a rare privilege. |
For the last week or so my Dad's half-sister has been on my mind and even in a couple of my dreams. She was much older than Dad and I'd only seen her twice in my life. So it was odd that this was happening. This evening I got an email from Dad telling me that she has passed away...
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i did a Haunting History tour in New Orleans with some visiting friends.
The voodoo priestess invites the spirits in to go with us. i took pics of course. EACH photo has orbs in it. i'm going to look for the pics :| |
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I was in Montreal, Canada back in 1998 and was looking in the window of a shop that had hand-blown glass items. There was a wind chime with a little mermaid on it that I immediately thought a friend that I worked with, Marion, would really like.
When I went and paid for it, the woman behind the counter said it was one of a kind. I kinda rolled my eyes and was like "whatever", thinking it was probably mass produced somewhere and she was just saying that. When I got back home and arrived back to work, I came to find that Marion had been killed in a car accident while I was out on vacation. I ended up hanging on to the wind chime because it reminded me of her. Six years later, I was working for the state of Arkansas at a medical university. We had a visiting professor from Boston that I became very friendly with. She had moved down to Arkansas for an extended stay to teach while her daughter (who was 11 at the time) received treatment for Leukemia at Children's hospital. She brought her daughter into work after one of her chemo treatments and I got to meet her. She was a bubbly little baldy and was wearing a bright orange shirt with a mermaid on the front of it. I commented on how cute it was and could tell that her little girl was clearly very glittery when it came to mermaids. That night, I went home and grabbed the mermaid wind chime that I had bought for Marion six years prior and dusted it and put it in a little sack. I brought it to work the next day and handed it to Dr. T and asked her if she would give it to her daughter as a present. Dr. T asked if she could looked at it and I was like "of course!". When she opened the sack, she GASPED and her face went sheet white. She got all animated and was like "where did you get this? WHERE DID YOU GET THIS?" When I told her I had gotten it at a little boutique in Montreal, she freaked the fuck out and was like "I saw this wind chime in a shop in Montreal and almost bought it for my daughter when she was five and I kicked myself for YEARS for not buying it for her!" The next day, Dr. T brought in a photo album from her own Montreal trip and there, about halfway through the album, was a picture she had taken of the mermaid wind chime, the same mermaid wind chime that I had just given her for her daughter. Freaky! |
in the light of this thread i wonder if anyone feels the way i do about some things.
Like.. when you forget something at home and you take an extra 10 min to go get it, then you realize there was an accident that you just missed. When you get lost in your own neighborhood, for whatever reason and during that extra trip around the block something came on the radio you needed to hear. a friend was telling me that her damn flight was delayed by 2 hours, but in that time she ran into a childhood friend (now they are in CUBA) and caught up and laughed for 2 hours which flew by. i didn't think that was an accident. She was meant to see that person. i don't believe in *accidents*. i think things happen for whatever reason. No i don't that's crazy. :seeingstars: |
I don't know if it fully fits in the scope of this thread, but from the time I had conceptual thought....maybe 2 or 3...I knew that I was going to die a horrible, painful death that was going to be violent and that it would involve knives. It wasn't something I had a phobia about. It was just 'known' and came to me as easy as breathing. As I grew older and got a grasp on how the world worked, I came the conclusion it would either be a mugging/burglary or a domestic violence situation. Like I said, this was something I knew, like my name or my birthday. I'm Kat, my birthday is May 31st and I'm going to die violently by a knife-wielding person. *shrug*
But in the past few years, that's changed. The knowing 'went away'. And, for someone that has fallen asleep with and woken up to that knowledge for years, through more than a decade of sexual abuse, two failed marriages and some really, really poor choices in how I lived my life, I felt lost when I realized it was gone. It had been a relief, I suppose, to know. I'm one of 'those' people; the 'gotta know' people. When series finales or movies leave you hanging, it irritates me. Even if I disagree with how it should have been done, I still want to know a DEFINITE ending, otherwise it's not an ending. Looking back, I cannot pinpoint the exact moment that the knowing vanished. My logical theory....in a somewhat less than logical circumstance....is that something changed. Either I made a choice that altered my future or someone else made a choice that altered my future. Okay, I can live with that. BUT...please remember, I'm one of 'those' people. So, I've worked it over in my head and worried it until it's a tired, frayed thought and I've realized something. I had that thought firmly imbedded in my pysche when I moved to WA but did not have it any longer when I moved to TX. Well, shoot. That gives me more than 4 years to mull over. And, of course, I have. I worked in hospitality and came into contact with a lot of people, day in and day out. I also removed myself from an unhealthy relationship during that time frame and, literally, began my life over from nothing. Billions of opportunities to change one's life or the life of another during that time. Maybe the act itself of beginning life again, a rebirth of sorts, tripped the reset button. I'm still not 100% positive, and that does frustrate me once in a while, but I think I've gotten it narrowed down to an incident that involved the ex trying to get me to open my lobby doors so we could talk. Note: this was well after midnight in the morning, it was against company policy to open the doors until the set time they were supposed to be open, and my gut was screaming....screaming! and it never does that....not to open the door. Granted, I've done things in my various jobs that would get me into trouble if found out. But this time, I was genuinely afraid. So, I didn't. And we stood with thick glass doors and windows and wooden panels between us and she screamed at me and I remember feeling removed from the situation. I assumed it was me disassociating from the temper tantrum that was happening (my go to coping mechanism) but maybe it was more. Maybe it was something pulling me back from my future as I knew it. This person was military trained and very upset. Anything could have happened. Or nothing. Looking back, I remember it being very difficult to get to sleep after work that morning, but when I did, I slept very soundly. Maybe... This train of thought came about between Girl_on_Fire's thoughts on instincts and dee's thoughts about destiny. I've always thought that our lives are a mixture of destiny and free will.....that we're going to wind up however, whenever, wherever like we are destined...supposed...to be, but how we get there....our paths....are chosen by us. Maybe I chose a different path that night. |
Wow Gemme!
What you posted about is SO real, and comes into play many times with creepy stuff. TRUST YOUR GUT. The gut is the second brain. It's our intuition. When we let our brain override it (Gemme did not) we get into trouble. How many times have you said *i should have listened to my gut* it's true! ************************************************** ************** Ok once when i was in massage school, there was a CD i was supposed to listen to from the owner of the school. It was inspirational and i thought BLAH BLAH BLAH yawn. Well i went out for lunch one day from work, and missed my turn. i knew it would be a while before i could get to the next exit and go back. Cape Cod is separated by exits. HOW i missed it i'll never know because i took it every single day. i thought fine, i'll throw this CD in. Now i was going through a rough time, my partner was in her full blown alcoholism, becoming physically angry and i was far away from home. i felt hopeless actually. Well this CD changed me. ALL the words i needed to hear came to me. i was blown away that it sounded like she made that CD just for me, even though everyone got one. When i made it to work, i pulled up in my parking spot, and the CD ended at the exact same time. i knew then what i needed to do, and that all would be ok, and it was. |
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Speaking of the gut, I cannot tell yall how many times I've been driving and I'll hear a voice in my head that says, "you need to slow down". I've always ALWAYS slowed down and sure as my Momma loves me, I'll see a cop shooting radar at me. Every single time!
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My intuition has always been fairly strong. A friend once told me that if I would develop it and learn to read the signs, that I would be "off the charts" in my abilities. This weekend, I had a little reminder.
Thursday, I started relating a situation in my life to a movie - "The Wizard of Oz." A movie I like, but it is not a fave. I tried to fit the situation into other movies but it did not work. Using the movie as a metaphor was making it easier for me to relate to things, see an outcome and stop stressing so much. I knew that in time, Oz would be revealed for who they really were. Saturday, the curtain fell. And I knew it was going to happen. Today, Riley texted me, "turn it to Channel 112." Anyone want to guess what was on? "The Wizard of Oz." :sparklyheart: |
I think it would be the same with me...well, maybe not 'off the charts', but definitely much better.
Often I feel a teeny tiny twinge about something but it's so soft and light that it can be, and is usually, brushed off and I go about my day only to realize later on that that's what it was and that I should have listened. It's not unusual for me to think about something or someone and say to myself that I hadn't seen them around in a while and wonder what they were up to and, lo and behold, within a couple of days that person calls or comes by or something happens that relates to what I was thinking about. BUT It's such a soft 'voice' that it's hard to hear. Or maybe the world is too loud. Or I'm too loud. Or stubborn. But it's not something that I find easy to 'practice' and there is rarely an aha moment that helps me when I can hear and do listen. For example, there's no news report that says because I did not do this, then that did not happen. The correlation is not often apparent. I'm a reward-based learner for the most part, so that's difficult. Going back to what sharkchomp said about the guy that used to work for the same company....I have had instantaneous knowledge of folks from time to time like that but I think it has to do with equal parts gut instinct and education from past experiences. I've pointed out people to my best friend in high school that were abused and once, when we were at a zoo, I pointed out a father and daughter to her and knew that that was an abusive relationship, though all outside signs showed a 'normal' loving family. I'm certainly not an expert on that but with my history, some signs really connect. Who knows? I could have been wrong. I hope I was. But I could have been right too. Without creating a lot of drama over potentially nothing....or everything...there's no way to know for sure. |
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Ohhhhhhhhhhh this is so true!!!! About 10 years ago i was headed to work one rainy morning. There was a motorcycle in front of me and i had followed him for about 5 miles or so. Now i'm a motorcycle friendly driver and watch for them and was not following too close. All of a sudden, something told me, back off. I poopooed it and kept my pace. Again i felt..."BACK OFF". Not only did i slow down i changed lanes. Almost immediately the bike went down. He had to be going about 70mph. He slid about 100 feet at least with his bike in front of him. Luckily he had on big thick protective gear and a helmet. He was still bleeding some and had broken at least his leg. I stayed with him until EMS got there. Point is...if i had stayed behind him, i would have for sure run him over, even at my distance due to the rain, when he went down. No doubt. |
I mentioned one coicidence; here are a couple more.
1) I was talking to a guy at work, and he mentioned he was buying an apartment in the same building I had lived in with my partner during our 10-year-relationship. He was buying an apartment in the building that I knew quite well, because my partner and I had stayed in it for a couple months, while our apartment was renovated. 2) When I was in graduate school in NYC, I had some friends over to meet my friend who was visiting from L.A. She and I were in the apartment when everyone showed up, and when my friend Steve walked in the door she yelled out, Hey, did you go Uni High? (nickname for a high school in L.A.) And yes, he had gone there and they had been classmates. 3) A poet in California has my deceased sister's first and last name. Facebook kept telling me I should "friend" her in that automated thing it does to further knit the circles of people together (we're both writers and have some editors and magazines in common, which triggered FB to nudge us toward each other), and finally I did friend her, though each time I saw her name it jolted me. I told her why her name gave me pause, and she shared that her brother had just died, so we began to show each other our dead sibling poems, and formed a real bond. Then I introduced her work to an editor out here and got her into a nice magazine that we're both in, so I see my name and her (my sister's) name on the contributor's page, which is weird and nice. I guess these aren't spooky or creepy or maybe not even that freaky but I like coincidences like that. They make the world feel like a small town. |
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The first time I was driving behind a school bus and there was a sports car of some type behind me. I kept having a strong feeling to change lanes. I didn't. The sports car hit me. Six months later, I found out I had a herniated disc in my neck. It's 8 years later and I still experience terrible neck spasms from it. :( The second time I was driving on the highway on an icy night and I got a very strong feeling to pull off at the first exit. I didn't. Not two seconds past said exit, I slid hard on a patch of ice, catapulted across two lanes of traffic, spun, and hit the guardrail, pretty much taking off the front end of my car. To make matters worse, the State Trooper that arrived on the scene was a complete and total jerk to me. My front end was jury-rigged with duct tape and a bungee cord for six months after that. Yeah, not fun. So now when I feel something while I'm driving, I listen. (I swear the angels just shake their heads at me sometimes). |
Me too, Girl_on_Fire!
It was Superbowl weekend and I was driving down the FL Turnpike to see my girlfriend when I got the feeling to just turn back and go home. Call her and say I'm just too tired. I'd worked all day and then started out on the 3 plus hour drive but I was a little more than halfway there and I'd just made a pit stop at a rest area. Even though it was pitch black and raining, I ignored that feeling. So, I pushed on. Less than 10 minutes later, I hydroplaned going down a hill and slammed into the back of a Park Avenue. My car....the first new car I'd ever had...was totalled and repeatedly kept catching on fire, no matter how many times folks helped me put it out. It began what was one Helluva miserable weekend that, when I tell people everything that happened, they just shake their heads and I can see the pity in their eyes. Bad, bad weekend. The cherry to this little sundae of misery? She broke up with me a few hours later. Edited to add: I also wound up with medical issues from this that still crop up from time to time. |
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One of our office ghosts was messing with me yesterday. Files and documents on my desk were moved around. This happens all the time...something will be on one side of my desk, disappear and resurface on the other side or behind me. I'm used to it but it's fun to see a client's reaction...
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In my junior year of high school I was sitting at lunch with my friends when I felt a sharp tug and the bandana I was wearing was pulled off my head. I was sitting with my back to a wall, no one was next to me and no one walked behind me...
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One of the strangest things that ever happened to me happened about 8 years ago. I was deeply obsessed with somebody and thought about hym all the time. One weekend, I went to visit with a friend and I was lying down on the bed relaxing because I was having a bad flare-up with my neck (from a car accident) and my friend was playing hys guitar.
I'm sort of drifting off on the bed and blankly staring at the mirror on the wall. All of a sudden, a face appeared in the mirror. It was very subtle at first. Like an outline somebody was drawing with soap. I stopped my friend from playing the guitar and sat up, staring open-mouthed at the image once it became clear what I was seeing. I thought I was straight-up losing my mind. I asked my friend, "Please look at the mirror. Whose face is that? Am I crazy?" Hy stopped playing and looked at the mirror. Hy saw the exact same thing. It was the face of the person I'd been obsessing over. An image that looked exactly like one of hys pictures. We just stared at it...almost like we were trying to "see" it away or try to make it something else. Neither of us thought to take a picture. We didn't know what to make of it. It stayed there for about an hour before fading away. This event was not isolated but occurred in a very strange set of synchronous events over a course of several years. But that was one of the most obvious. Has anyone else ever been "haunted" by the living? |
Alright, I've got another one:
When I was 17, I dated a warlock. He was a biological male and very dark. I didn't realize just how dark until we broke up. Fast forward 4 years later and he just walks into where I work. We start having a very brief fling and it ends again because well, he's an egomaniac and into very dark magic. I'll call him "A". A few months later, I started dating another man. I'll call him "R". Turns out, he'd be the last one I'd date but that's another thing. Anyway, we were walking around downtown and talking about "A". Suddenly, "R" changes. The way he held his body. The way he walked and moved. He looked at me, put his arm around me, and leaned in for a kiss and I SAW "A's" face in his eyes. All of his mannerisms were "A's". I had never before seen a person possessed by another living person but there it was. It was actually happening and there was no way "R" could have known how he was acting because they'd never met. Even his voice had changed. I backed away and was like, "R, do you know what's happening?" "R" shook his head as if to clear it and turned back into himself. He looked really shaken and said he felt like he'd been 'inhabited'. We went home and he did a meditation while I drummed steadily so he could get the intruder out of his head. Shortly after that, I went to a Shaman about "A". She did a type of healing/protection thing that supposedly now makes me invisible to him. This was over a decade ago and I'd actually forgotten about it until I started this thread. Yes, true story. The last two posts were so strange, I almost didn't share them. Anybody else? **looks around, hoping somebody else will share something equally freaky** |
Definitely not equally freaky....that would have absolutely concerned me, G_o_F, but something I consider interesting....
My work site is next to a property that contains many things, some of which are beat up and broken down mobile homes. Some are in better repair than others and some even look decent...from a distance. Well, they have one that I believe is haunted. It's been on the lot as long as I've worked here, which will be two years next month. No matter what they do, they can't keep the front door shut. I've seen them use a nail gun and chains and rope and one guy even brought out welding materials. It seems to work, until you come into work the next morning and look over and the door's waving back and forth in the wind again. The door hasn't been busted open and the screws and nails and doobobs and whatchmacallits they used to afix the door to the frame just seem to fall off, causing no further damage to the home. My guess is that the only way they are going to be able to sell that one is if they advertise it as a 'summer' home. Trying to battle the cold and rain and wind in the winter with the door swinging open every day just doesn't seem attractive to me. |
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Yeah, I hear that. I don't know. The guy claimed to be a warlock but you know how guys are trying to impress girls (guys meaning bio men, trans men, butches, etc.) so I really didn't think he was that serious. Or maybe I did. I was so young. I didn't realize how negative he really was. I was so freaked out, I went to a psychic about what happened and had a letter of his he'd written to me. This is a strong woman I'd seen twice before and she had to get up and get sick in the bathroom after she touched the letter. That's when she sent me to the Shaman. That's pretty bad. I have a habit of attracting some serious darkness into my life. :blink: Working on that though, thank goodness. |
Here's one i forgot...it happened when I was a teenager, in the same 3 family house that my uncle owned...
It was the weekend, I was in bed and waking up slowly. My brother was over for the weekend (my parents shared custody of him and my sister). I didn't open my eyes right away since I really wanted to sleep longer. I suddenly could FEEL that someone was standing by my bed, hovering over. I could see their shadow even through my eyelids...I figured it was my little brother trying to scare me...so I decided to scare him first. I quickly opened my eyes and made some kind of BAH! sound at him...he wasn't there. But a long shadow passed slowly from the side of my bed to the corner of the room and disappeared. I was used to things like this happening, but it was interesting to get a visual of the ghost...even if it was sort of a visual... |
About 10 years ago, my then-husband, my brother and I had gone to see my dad in Amarillo. When we got on the highway, I ended up accidentally headed the wrong way. I didn't realize for a while until I saw a sign showing the miles to some place in Oklahoma. We had driven for a while, so rather than turn back and go the way we'd come, we decided to take the smaller farm to market roads to get us going south again. However, we did have to turn the car around first before we could do this. When I did turn around, I saw for a moment an image of Jesus in my rear-view mirror. At the time I was a pretty staunch atheist. In this image, he was floating above the highway median, looked to be about 10 feet tall and had his hands slightly out at his sides. I knew it was just one of those things you see out of the corner of your eye sort of things - I didn't think Jesus was really floating above the highway median.
Anyway, I mentioned it to my then-husband and described it to him because he tends to be interested in these sorts of things. And we went on our way down the back roads toward the highway we were supposed to be on. We came to a small town about 15 minutes later where we stopped for gas There was a border collie there with a bent muzzle (I assume from an accident). He was very charming and seemed very much to want to get in somebody's car. He was pretty pathetic - just trying to make friends with anybody. We asked about him inside the gas station and they said they'd never seen him before but he was probably dumped. My ex and I were already beyond our limit with the number of animals we had, and we didn't know really what we should do. We gave the dog some hot dogs from the gas station and drove off. And within 5 minutes we were back with a plan to pick up the dog, bring him back with us to Austin and see if we could find him a home since we couldn't keep him. He happily jumped in our car when we came back. As we drove out of town, we realized we were in Nazareth, Texas. When we got back to Austin, we went straight to the emergency vet I used to work for and asked if we could turn in a stray to them. The girl who worked there loved border collies, had a border collie, accepted the dog and said she'd contact the local border collie rescue group who would snap him up. I always kinda felt like the rearview jesus was a random sign that we were supposed to help the dog in Nazareth, but it's been pointed out to me that you really can't throw a stick without hitting a town in Texas with some sort of biblical name. Still most don't relate directly to jesus and as an atheist I didn't spend much time thinking about the guy. |
Glad to see this thread is back! :)
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I had forgotten about this one....it was a house we lived in briefly (thankfully)
Well... a little background is necessary...and a bit awkward. When I was 13-18 my mother was married to a man who was a bad alcoholic. At the beginning of their marriage, he didn't work but went to school and she worked 2 jobs to support us all. Since she was gone all day, he was unsupervised a lot and would frequently have to ask me if he was home when he was supposed to be. Sooo One night when I was 13, I was lying in bed. My room had one of those sliding louvered doors. I was trying to get to sleep when I suddenly saw a shadow outside my door and heard a voice whisper loudly "ANN!" (That's my mother's nickname for me) I was just about to answer...but...something just seemed off about it. I called out to my mom...she didn't answer. I called louder. She was in her room in bed... Other things happened there. My mom was vacuuming once and suddenly screamed. I asked her what was wrong and she said she saw a spider. :| We are not afraid of spiders ...lol Some time passed, and my mother admitted that she had felt a cold hand on her shoulder and turned figuring her husband had come in from the cold....but there was no one there... |
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