Paranormal Experiences

I have had alot of paranormal experiences, though yours sounds AWsome!! Where ya scared? Was it cold? Did you smell anything?

Im not sure wich story to tell... I can start with my first one.

I was 15 and in a treatment hospital for sexual abuse. It was an inpatient hosp and i stayed there for a month. I was on the 3rd floor . The hospital was a TB treatment center in the late 1800's - 1905. Then it turned into a railroad store.
It was about 11 at night and at the foot of my bed there was a window. The window ALWAYS casted a glow on the wall behind my head from the street lights. I remember one night I was laying the opposite way on my bed writting a letter to my mother. I looked at the light from the window and happened to be thinking about running away. This shadow of a large man's head & shoulders appeared in the light. It stood there long enough for me to get OUT of bed , look OUT the window and then turn on my room light. I thought someone must have been standing directly at the window because that is the only way you could have seen such a shadow..but I was on the 3rd floor. I thought it was pretty cool. I didnt smell anything or feel anything but who ever that was wanted thier presence known. I tried telling my mom about that...... she dismissed that as a 'cry to get out' hehehe

About 15 years ago I visited the Little Bighorn Battlefield. I took a guided tour, and although it was very interesting, nothing struck me as unusual. After the tour, I drove several miles away to a lesser-known battlefield site, the "Reno/Benteen" battlefield.

A short historical digression by way of setting up this story:
Custer had divided his command into three units prior to attacking the Sioux/Cheyenne village at the Little Bighorn. The men that went with Custer were killed to the last man. The second unit, commanded by Major Reno, was to attack the other side of the village. Reno met fierce resistance and retreated. The third unit, guarding supplies, was headed by a Capt. Benteen. Survivors of Reno's men and Benteen's men wound up on a hill several miles away from Custer and were besieged by Sioux for several days. Many of them lived to tell the tale.

Back to the story:

Anyway, when I got out of my car at the Reno/Benteen Battlefield and started to take the self-guided tour, everything started looking VERY familiar. Soon I was in the midst of a fullblown deja vu experience. I had been there before (but I hadn't) Without yet consulting the guidebook, I KNEW where the unit's horses had been kept during the siege, KNEW where wounded soldiers were hidden. At one point the guidebook said that on the slope below there had been a cavalry charge. But I was CERTAIN immediately that the book was wrong. I spotted a different slope that seemed correct. Later, I found a park ranger who confirmed that the location of that charge was incorrect in the book and that I indeed had identified the correct location.

If I was going to imagine a deja vu experience, wouldn't I have chosen the more-famous, much-better-known Custer Battlefield? Had I been a trooper in a past life who had been present at the Reno/Benteen battle?

The kicker was that I stopped by the Custer Battlefield museum later, and walked across a small national cemetery on the way back to my car. This cemetery contained the bodies of soldiers from about 1880-1913, but included NONE of those killed at the adjacent battle (who share a mass grave some distance away). I stopped just once to catch my breath as I hiked across the cemetery. I glanced at the nearest marker. It was the grave of Major Reno, who had survived the battle, died many years later, and was returned to be buried back there. Spooky.

How cool. How long ago did this happen to you? 15 years? have you ever tried to recall anything from the deja vu ? Like more vivid or specific details that you may not have when you were there?

Very cool Equus. You too Shewolfe. When Larry and I had our experience, strangely, neither of us was afraid. We were not cold, didn't smell anything odd or hear anything aside from the sounds of tennis balls. We got back in the car and I said, "that was too weird". Larry said "That WAS too weird". We drove off and played tennis elsewhere nearly forgetting about what happened. It was only later that night I was thinking about it and it hit me as to how weird that really was. It's almost like the human mind says, "this can't happen, therefore, it didn't".

Also, I know we saw the people on the tennis courts but I sometimes wonder - did they see us?

I believe both sides see each other constantly. It is just that we are different densities to each other so we are not always capable of telling one from another. Like smoke for example. You can see it when it is first created , it is still dense enough to register in our eyesight. but after a few minutes , it becomes so thin we think it isnt there.. but it always is.
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You saw time-traveling ghosts!

Hmmm.... are there any wiccan's on this forum? or am i the only one?

Whoa! Those are wild!

Never had anything like that except...

I have on many occassions dreamed of something that actually came true / happened at a later date. I once dreamt of having a specific conversation with a dear friend on her back porch while sipping tea. Just a usual gathering for us, but the conversation was very specific, and it was HER screened back porch, but NOT the one she currently had. I told her about the dream by phone the next day. Over a year and a half later, we were sitting on her NEW back porch having the exact conversation I had dreamt. She and her husband had bought the new house with the porch in my dream only six months before, and neither of us had seen the porch or owned the furnishings now on it at the time of my dream. I felt like I was having a de ja vu moment until I remembered that I had dreamt it and told her about it. I stopped her and asked if she remembered me telling her about my dream. She did! Kinda freaked me out.

Same type thing has happened to me several times with different scenes and people. That was the only time I could verify it though, since I had actually told her about the dream.

Are you able to control/dictate what goes on in these dreams? Or are they pretty much just leading you along? Like, do you get the feeling you are just sitting back as it unfolds?

<< interested in this stuff !!!

I'm usually just observing in the dreams. I don't control them, they just unfold as I watch. Then, when it really happens, its like I get the de ja vu. I remember I dreamt it, and suddenly I know everything about the rest of the conversation or scene. I can actually mouth along to what the person is gettung ready to say or do, (including myself) so I know how it all ends.

Luckily I do not have nightmares very often... Can't imagine dreaming my death, or a horrible accident yet to happen.

I am only too glad to think that we cant forsee our own deaths. I think because chance/fate what ever you want to call it , changes outcomes every minute of the day. If I had a dream about that I dont know that I would change things ... wierd? maybe I am .. but I always wondered ifwe knew the when / how/ where of ourdeaths , would we still fear it ?

True, I would never want the info of my death.

What is strange about my dreams, to me, is how average they are. I don't dream of my daughters wedding, my son's graduation, a life altering event... It's usually just a casual scene set at some point in the future, and most often at least a year or so into the future.

I dreamt of sleeping, my daughter coming in to wake me and her puppy sticking his nose in my face. She wanted some cereal and to let me know Mr. ? was at the door. She didn't have a puppy, the pajama's she was wearing, nor did we know Mr. ? at the time.

A little over a year later it all unfolded and when she started to tell me someone was at the door, I knew who it was. The puppy hadn't even been conceived when I dreamt of him. And the pajama's she was wearing were new.

I think that's why it's easy for me to belive Dr. Dyer and others who talk about thinking positive, and creating what you want in your own mind and it will form for you.

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So.. is this you or something...?

That's me Art!

Paranormal Experiences
I've had quite a few experiences. Most not scary except for in college when I had this spirit (a man) who used to sit on my bed in the middle of the night and stare into my face, waking me up. Used to freak me out. Most people think I am crazy when I tell them that spirits seem to follow me but I've moved a lot and each place I go, I have someone with me. I think for the most part that it is one girl, probably 15 or so. I named her "Sara", just because. She comes and goes. Sometimes I won't hear from her for months and then out of the blue, she let's me know she is still there. Like today for instance. It's been months, (8 or 9) since I've last heard from her but this morning I got into my car and shut the door and all my locks locked. My car's locks do not lock when the car is started or put into gear, and even though they are power, you have to press the button to lock them. Most people would say it was a glitch but I know it was Sara riding to work with me

Welcome to A2K Kristie. I think the m,an on the bed would have freaked me out more than Sara. I don't know why Sara would lock the doors for safety. I mean, after all, she's ALREADY dead...

BBB
I consider myself a non-believer, but I've had two major paranormal experiences. One when I was about 12 years old of no major consequence.

The other in my mid-forties was quite amazing and, as witnessed by several people, helped a family in desperate trouble. When my children became adults, they asked me to write the details of the event. The story I wrote for them is below.

---BBB

THE MESSAGE
By BumbleBeeBoogie
(A True Story)

Saturday grocery shopping at the Walnut Creek Co-op was always a half-day event because of stopping to chat with friends in the isles or at the coffee bar. This saturday I was rushed. It was 10:30 a.m. and I had to get home to bake a cake for my family's early dinner. A sense of something forgotten intruded into my thoughts as I piled my groceries on the check-out counter and wrote a check. I'd gotten everything on my list so I shrugged it off and loaded my groceries into my car still feeling as if there was something else I had to do. The ten minute drive home did not relieve my anxiety and I was still puzzling over the strange feeling as I carried the heavy bags into my kitchen.

While putting the groceries away, I suddenly felt light-headed, as if I were floating up in the sky. Instinctively, I looked down and could see myself right through the roof of the house as if it were glass. I watched myself putting cans in a cupboard, meat, fruit and vegetables in the refrigerator, and packages of frozen food in the freezer. When the paper grocery bags were neatly folded under the sink, I felt myself rejoin my body as though nothing unusual had happened. Shaking, I sat down at the kitchen table and wiped perspiration from my upper lip.

The feeling of something forgotten grew more intense. Without knowing why, I got in my car and drove back to the Co-op. I filled my shopping cart with the basic staple items one would need if stocking a kitchen for the first time. I wrote out another check for nearly $40, a fairly large sum for groceries in 1963, loaded the car and drove home.

My husband questioned me as I packed the groceries into three large cardboard boxes and carried them from the kitchen out to the car. He was stunned when I told him of my intent to drive 165 miles to the northern Sierra mountain foothills town of Arnold, to deliver the groceries to my friend Gen and her family, who had recently moved there following a business bankruptcy. Before my husband could protest my leaving him and our two children to fend for themselves, I was in my car and heading north.

My brain seemed not to register the details of the long drive through the Delta and into the Sierra foothills, as if I was in an altered state. Upon reaching Arnold, I realized I didn't have my friend's new address. Fortunately, the post office clerk, who knew everyone in town, was able to provide my friend's address in an area unfamiliar to me. I found the cabin without difficulty, as if my car knew which turns to take on the winding mountain roads.

I parked my car on the gravel driveway in front of the redwood cabin, went to the door and knocked. When no one answered I called Gen's name, but still no answer. I walked around to the rear and saw Gen sitting in an chair staring straight ahead at the setting sun. She didn't turn around at the sound of my footsteps crunching on the gravel.

"I wondered how long it would take you to get here," Gen said without turning to look at me.

"How did you know it was me?" I said as I stood behind her chair.

Gen turned and looked at me with a smile lighting up her face. "I didn't know if it would be you or Joyce, but I knew one of you would come if I kept sending mental messages."

After we hugged each other and went inside the cabin, Gen explained that she and her husband Bob, and three-year old daughter Anna Lee, had been without money for nearly two months. They had eaten all of their food supply after their money ran out--- except for oatmeal---and were exceedingly hungry.

"Well, I've taken care of that", I said as I led Gen to my car to unpack the boxes of food I had brought.

Gen was not at all surprised when I told her of my experience at home and why I drove up to the mountains to find them. She believed in the possible among friends.

That night, Bob cooked a meal for his family that included meat, vegetables and fresh fruit for dessert. His pride was restored the next morning when he served his special pancakes, for which he was admired by his Walnut Creek friends, along with maple syrup, bacon and eggs, steaming cups of black coffee, and fresh milk for Anna Lee.

We talked all morning about what had happened to this previously capable and independent family after Bob's business failed. I promised to seek help from their friends in the Bay Area for what they needed until their circumstances improved.

After lunch I pressed a $50 check in Gen's hand as we said tearful goodbyes. I waved to Anna Lee and drove down the mountain toward home. The feeling of having forgotten something was gone.

It was late that night when I arrive home to tell my worried family about everything that had happened. Like Gen, they also were not surprised by an answered message from a friend.

I had a paranormal experieces once, I brushed my teeth and took a crap, yuk yuk.

Now my real paranormal experiences are documented in another thread...I must find it.

I used to get a feeling of deja vu nearly every day, feeling as if I'd experienced something before in a dream. I started writing down my dreams and about a week later, my friend was about to say something and I knew before he said it exactly what he was going to say. When I got home, I looked in the Dream Book and there it was - those exact sentences.