Has any kiwis had an experience with supernatural entities. - No judgement on any beliefs

What supernatural occurrences have you encountered?

  • Miracle from God/God/Jesus (from the Bible)

    Votes: 17 30.4%
  • Angels...fallen or good.

    Votes: 9 16.1%
  • Demons/evil spirits/possession

    Votes: 27 48.2%
  • Negative emotions/voices

    Votes: 20 35.7%
  • Benign ghosts

    Votes: 27 48.2%
  • Supernatural healing, physical or emotional.

    Votes: 14 25.0%

  • Total voters
    56
I've always respected effectiveness above all else and I didn't have much respect for these sorts of beliefs for the same reasons. Then I learned that one of my family was deep into spooky shit and that was a real eye opener. I'd always had the utmost respect for her. I'd seen her act calmly and quickly take control of a chaotic emergency and stare down people twice her size. I'm still not convinced as to the truth of any of this, but I don't just write people off as dreamers with heads full of woo anymore.
 
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When my mother inherited my grandmother's house, they did a lot of renovations, especially to the bedroom where her mother spent a lot of time, and finally died. Admittedly they needed to update the place but the way they did it was invasive. But pretty much anything my mother does, is invasive. Also there was a lot of stress and bullshit emotional meltdowns. I was getting pretty sick and tired of being in the thankless position of simply being present. There I was, both a whipping boy and a handkerchief, to absorb tears, snot and rank body odor.

In the midst of this chaos, when one of the contractors plugged in an old fan to speed up the paint drying process, they, my mother and I heard this shriek, "oh noooo" and it was so loud we heard it from downstairs. It sounded JUST LIKE my grandmother's voice.

We tried to reproduce that shriek by unplugging the fan and plugging it in again, running it, running it facing different directions ...

Never heard it again.
 
I once saw the ghostly apparition of my mom at the foot of my bed, while I was living alone.

I’m sure it would have been super creepy if she was actually dead, but it was just your standard sleep paralysis.
 
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I used to think I have interactions with ghosts and aliens until I grew up and looked into it, arriving at what's called sleep paralysis. Apparently my dad gets it often too.

Worst thing is, I still remember my first sleep paralysis experience from the age of 3, despite forgetting everything else. The only stuff I remember from before the age of 7 would be the sleep paralysis shit.

I then found ways to control the dreams, which is apparently called lucid dreaming, all by coincidence. I do not recommend anyone intentionally trying it, it's bad for your mental health.
How come is it bad for mental health? I get sleep paralysis a few times a year since I was a child. I was trying to get into lucid dreaming but someone told me about the low astral plane and how it can affect you so I got discouraged.
 
How come is it bad for mental health? I get sleep paralysis a few times a year since I was a child. I was trying to get into lucid dreaming but someone told me about the low astral plane and how it can affect you so I got discouraged.
Yes, lucid dreaming isn't good for you. I don't know about that esoteric stuff you're talking about.
You're basically awake and taking massive credit on your brain while you should be enjoying sleep. It's pretty common to fall into deep sleep again after lucid dreaming and feel very weak after waking up. 8 hours is standard, 10 is excessive, how about 12 or 15?
If you must do it, wait till there's nothing at stake. No work, school... etc But then some people just can't do it, I know some who has tried for months without much success while I can just do it as I please.
 
I posted this experience in a different less-active thread a few months ago, but I'll cross-post here:


A couple of years ago I had a string of weird experiences. They happened at my old apartment during the last month or two we were living there, starting just after we had began planning and preparing to move. It all kicked off one night when my husband and I were in bed asleep. I always slept with ear plugs back then because the walls between ours and the neighboring apartment were like cardboard. Despite the ear plugs, something woke me up and I felt my husband stir a bit next to me. I asked him if he'd go out into the living area and check that everything was okay, and he obliged, shutting the bedroom door behind him as we always kept it shut to keep our goofy cats from disturbing our sleep. I laid in bed in the dark waiting for him to come back. I heard him walking back toward the bedroom and I had this intrusive thought,"Oh, wouldn't it be creepy if he tried to open the door and it was locked?"
Imagine my surprise when just a few seconds later that very thing happened. I heard him struggling with the knob and then he asked,"Are you holding the door shut?"
Of course I wasn't, I was still across the room in bed, but that got me up pretty quick to run and turn on the lights. I told him about that weird thought I'd had right before it happened and then we spent about the next 20 minutes trying to figure out if there was some way he could have accidentally turned the lock while turning the knob, and there was just no way. This was the type of knob it was:
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We'd never had anything like that happen with that door knob or any others, and we lived there for 4 years. I probably wouldn't have thought much about it if that weird thought hadn't entered my mind literally seconds before the event played out, or if odd things didn't continue to happen after that night.

I was home alone one evening, sitting in the living room, when this weird sound phenomenon happened. It was a popping sound, it sounded pretty similar to when you throw these little popper things on the ground:
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It was definitely in the room itself, not something through the walls or ceiling, and it bounced around the room, not coming from just one spot in the room. My cat was sitting right there with me and she was jerking her head in every direction as the sound moved around, so I know it wasn't just me. There was nothing visible that would account for it, either.

There was another night where I was already laying in bed, and my husband had come in to sit and talk to me, just kind of wind down before sleeping. He had shut the bedroom door after entering and I was so sure the lights had been on outside the bedroom when he came in, yet when he went to leave he walked into pitch black dark. I didn't say anything, just figured that I was mistaken, but then when I told him about that popping noise a day or two later, he brought up that he was taken by surprise at all the lights being off that time as well, certain he had left them on, so we had both noticed and just didn't say anything.

There were also weird cold spots that would just be on one side of my body, and the door to the living room closet kept opening and our cats would just stare at it a lot. It was all extra strange because like I said, we lived there for 4 years and never had any weird stuff like that happen until we were getting ready to move out.
 
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I was watching some show ghost hunters exploring Chernobyl and for the rest of the night, I felt as if something was clutching my heart.
 
My mom told me this story. Her maternal grandparents came here from Poland. Great grandmother's sister soon followed after getting married. She was sick all her life with some kind of mystery illness which I highly suspect was lupus since it runs on the Polish side of the family. I am not sure exactly when this was. But close to one hundred years ago for sure. My grandmother was a baby so it was the early 20s at least.

This sister was really sick throughout her pregnancy and died some days after giving birth. The grief was too much for her husband so he left the baby girl with my great grandmother and went back to Poland. Shortly after this my great grandmother started saying she saw her sister in the house asking for her baby. It went on for weeks. She would be doing housework and her sister would appear asking for the baby. She came to her several times a day demanding that the baby be given back to her. So my great grandmother, being a devout Roman Catholic, started sprinkling holy water everywhere and praying her rosary like mad to get it to stop.

And it did. Because the baby died.

The baby was in it's cradle in the kitchen by the wood stove. My great grandmother had checked on her and she was fine. When she was finished cleaning a short while later the poor thing had passed away.

And my great grandmother's sister never appeared to her again.

Now you could say the baby had a simple crib death or was weak because of the difficult pregnancy. Or maybe there were fumes from the stove or something. But apparently my great grandmother swore up and down to anyone who would listen that her dead sister was haunting her.

Recently my aunt showed me the house in question and told me that she wished she hadn't sold it because she would have liked to have given it to me.

Nope.:cryblood:
 
My mom told me this story. Her maternal grandparents came here from Poland. Great grandmother's sister soon followed after getting married. She was sick all her life with some kind of mystery illness which I highly suspect was lupus since it runs on the Polish side of the family. I am not sure exactly when this was. But close to one hundred years ago for sure. My grandmother was a baby so it was the early 20s at least.

This sister was really sick throughout her pregnancy and died some days after giving birth. The grief was too much for her husband so he left the baby girl with my great grandmother and went back to Poland. Shortly after this my great grandmother started saying she saw her sister in the house asking for her baby. It went on for weeks. She would be doing housework and her sister would appear asking for the baby. She came to her several times a day demanding that the baby be given back to her. So my great grandmother, being a devout Roman Catholic, started sprinkling holy water everywhere and praying her rosary like mad to get it to stop.

And it did. Because the baby died.

The baby was in it's cradle in the kitchen by the wood stove. My great grandmother had checked on her and she was fine. When she was finished cleaning a short while later the poor thing had passed away.

And my great grandmother's sister never appeared to her again.

Now you could say the baby had a simple crib death or was weak because of the difficult pregnancy. Or maybe there were fumes from the stove or something. But apparently my great grandmother swore up and down to anyone who would listen that her dead sister was haunting her.

Recently my aunt showed me the house in question and told me that she wished she hadn't sold it because she would have liked to have given it to me.

Nope.:cryblood:

She should've requested for the sister to be at peace with the baby alive and fine. Praying with bad intentions is no.
 
My mom told me this story. Her maternal grandparents came here from Poland. Great grandmother's sister soon followed after getting married. She was sick all her life with some kind of mystery illness which I highly suspect was lupus since it runs on the Polish side of the family. I am not sure exactly when this was. But close to one hundred years ago for sure. My grandmother was a baby so it was the early 20s at least.

This sister was really sick throughout her pregnancy and died some days after giving birth. The grief was too much for her husband so he left the baby girl with my great grandmother and went back to Poland. Shortly after this my great grandmother started saying she saw her sister in the house asking for her baby. It went on for weeks. She would be doing housework and her sister would appear asking for the baby. She came to her several times a day demanding that the baby be given back to her. So my great grandmother, being a devout Roman Catholic, started sprinkling holy water everywhere and praying her rosary like mad to get it to stop.

And it did. Because the baby died.

The baby was in it's cradle in the kitchen by the wood stove. My great grandmother had checked on her and she was fine. When she was finished cleaning a short while later the poor thing had passed away.

And my great grandmother's sister never appeared to her again.

Now you could say the baby had a simple crib death or was weak because of the difficult pregnancy. Or maybe there were fumes from the stove or something. But apparently my great grandmother swore up and down to anyone who would listen that her dead sister was haunting her.

Recently my aunt showed me the house in question and told me that she wished she hadn't sold it because she would have liked to have given it to me.

Nope.:cryblood:

That is chilling dude.
 
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