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Do you believe in the Supernatural? - Ghosts, the fae, demons, Oswald was a lone shooter, and other such things
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I got mine on Amazon Kindle, I think the title is a reference to our collective unconsciousness.
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I don't believe in the supernatural, souls or gods, but i do have this phobia of ghosts.
My grandma was this highly eccentric schizo who made up her own Christian heresy where she was the only member of it, hid silver inside the building foundations to keep it safe from the banks, and when i was a kid she would go on about how this and that ghost haunts this and that room of our house, and to be especially wary of that ghost, but that other ghost is cool. She was as casual about "the ghosts" as she would be about talking about our neighbors
Now even as an atheistic adult entire concept of ghosts freaks me out to the core. Something about the idea that there can be this unknown entity with unknown motivations and capabilities just watching you, and there's nothing you can do about it or even know if it's there.
Because of this i basically can't watch horror movies about ghosts without having some 140PM heart rate. I also feel like certain parts of my apartment complex has "bad vibes" so i just avoid going there. I even try to avoid looking into mirrors during the night, because the idea of me seeing some spooky spook behind me in the mirror; i would just die of a heart attack right then and there. I'd rather get mauled to death by a grizzly bear than experience that.
I know it's absolutely retarded, but i can't help what my lizard brain chooses to fear.
Having schizo genes in the family probably doesn't help either. Or maybe ghosts are real, and i just inherited the third eye from her. Who the fuck knows.
My grandma was this highly eccentric schizo who made up her own Christian heresy where she was the only member of it, hid silver inside the building foundations to keep it safe from the banks, and when i was a kid she would go on about how this and that ghost haunts this and that room of our house, and to be especially wary of that ghost, but that other ghost is cool. She was as casual about "the ghosts" as she would be about talking about our neighbors
Now even as an atheistic adult entire concept of ghosts freaks me out to the core. Something about the idea that there can be this unknown entity with unknown motivations and capabilities just watching you, and there's nothing you can do about it or even know if it's there.
Because of this i basically can't watch horror movies about ghosts without having some 140PM heart rate. I also feel like certain parts of my apartment complex has "bad vibes" so i just avoid going there. I even try to avoid looking into mirrors during the night, because the idea of me seeing some spooky spook behind me in the mirror; i would just die of a heart attack right then and there. I'd rather get mauled to death by a grizzly bear than experience that.
I know it's absolutely retarded, but i can't help what my lizard brain chooses to fear.
Having schizo genes in the family probably doesn't help either. Or maybe ghosts are real, and i just inherited the third eye from her. Who the fuck knows.
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Yes. Though defining it as merely supernatural is very broad. I'm sure some things could be explained, maybe being exposed to something like a frequency, or other such issues. However, most I'm not concerned with caring whether it was caused by ghost, entities, gods, things. I would prefer and settle for answers. I also understand with all the fakers and pretenders how many will believe the supernatural is all a farce and honestly without my own personal experiences I wouldn't believe either. So I'll talk about some of them:
When I was around the age of 8 I used to believe I saw "auras" of people, random colors that seemed to encapsulate people with no rhyme or reason, and had common "ghost sighting as a child." but I believed the first to be merely a random effect of a developing mind, and the second illusions. However, near my 9th birthday I moved into a house that at the time I didn't know seemed to have all kinds of paranormal activity, it was apparently owned by a group of Satanist before my parents had purchased the house and I was not the only one to experience oddities within it.
Some of my paranormal experiences:
One night, I went to the bathroom that was down the hall from my bedroom right next to my parent's bedroom. During that age I had a silly notion to put toys around the under lining of my bed to protect me from the "boogeyman." just a child like superstition. After finishing I opened the door and saw instead of my toys that lined the floor of my bed were lined up from the side of the bathroom door all the way past the basement on the opposite side of my bedroom. My parents were still asleep and could not have made it there in the time I had taken a small piss to line up my toys upright. I was new to the house so didn't know what to think in my confusion I picked up the toys and brought them back to my bedroom.
In the basement we had an old furnace that made loud noises, but that never scared me, it was the room behind it that was off. In it was a small storage room with a small hole in the far back that had water in it, very tiny, but every now and then loud howling and gurggling noises could be heard from it. I do not know what happened in that room, but my uncle who lived in the basement would never let me near that room when he wasn't around and had it heavily padlocked despite the loud noises could still be heard from that room regardless even dwarfing the old furnace that remained in front of it, and weirder he acted like he was fearful of that room. Everyone knew of the noises as it was like that the day we moved in even before my uncle had decided to live down there. It was not his doing.
After my second year at the house my uncle died in the basement which isn't paranormal by any means, but a few months after his death, one day my parents were in their bedroom and I had my cat in my bedroom midday, when all of a sudden something loud begins running from the basement, dashes into my door that was closed, rebounds and runs straight towards the right to the kitchen. My mom begins yelling at me to stop running in the house until she realizes my door has been closed the entire time with my cat still in my room. We both begin checking out the kitchen, and living room and the other rooms of the house, but nothing was ever found. If I didn't know any better it sounded like an adult had ran from the basement.
Sometime after my uncle's death (which i was present for in the house) apparently my mother would hear my uncle singing coming from the basement. My uncle had a singing career before his death, and although you might think my mother was merely hysterical... The issue is I too heard the singing a few times coming from the basement, it actually caused a riff between my mother and father because he thought she was going crazy, and I didn't know that had caused some issues in their marriage until years later when we discussed weird occurrences in that house, and the singing was brought up, I had never been told about my mother hearing the singing until then. I used to believe it was just a morbid form of survivor's guilt since I had been down there with my uncle directly when he died in his sleep from a heart attack.
In our garage at that house in the ceiling was all kind of "Hellish" paintings, demons with nails screwed into their nostrils, weird pictures of people being tortured and all kinds of gore. Early on my dad found them and told me about one painting had a crucifix that when he turned it upside right it flipped back down but he found no mechanism causing the reversion. So he decided to burn everything in that upper floor, he started a burn pile and began burning paintings one after another, but the weirdest thing he told me was the most awful painting in his opinion which was a very grotesque and disturbing demon of some sorts on it and was the final one he was going to burn, when he went up to grab it after burning the other paintings it had vanished. As if someone had walked up and grabbed it and hulled it away but the thing was the room was still locked when he came to grab it and the area on the wall where it was, was pristine. My father wasn't much a supernatural man but he told me he didn't know what to think after seeing that and a few events from when he worked for the military at one point.
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After moving to the next house, for years nothing happened, weird dreams and some other oddities but nothing truly explainable as supernatural, until one night I was hanging with a close friend that lived in what's known in the area as it's own "Bermuda triangle"... It was around 1 in the morning, my friend was driving while I was playing a portable I recently bought when I notice something flying to the side of the truck as we're going up a hill. At first I thought it was a large bat, but as it drew closer I saw dots on the wing like a moth, it's wings were larger than the front Hud of the truck, as it flew besides us in the none-road covered area. It looked like a large moth except for its face, I only saw it briefly in the headlights but it was stringy more similar to a butterfly, it followed up to the next curved hill and then departed flying over the four way ahead and vanishing amongst the trees. A few weeks later my friend was talking to a guy who lived in the area and he told us that a few weeks prior him and his friend were outside their house when in the night sky something began screeching at him and his friend, they couldn't see what but it had scratched him, which he had a large scratch going down his arm, and his friend had made it to the house without injuries...
When I told him what happened to me and my friend he thought we were mocking him with "Mothman stories bullshit." What I saw was no "Mothman." My assumption was maybe it was a rare species of some sort of large butterfly or moth, but I never found any leads, and most people who've heard my story keep redirecting to mothman claims, if anyone has any idea what I saw outside of drugs, hallucination, or "Mothman" claims do enlighten me.
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Again, years passed nothing paranormal happened in my life outside a few "explainable" oddities. Until I bought my own house, in another area, and then weird oddities began to happen again.
At my house, for a period of time I would hear a Phantom semi outside my house. As if a large semi just revving it's engine was outside my door but nothing was there. Sometimes that noise occurs randomly and other people have heard it but only from within the house. Not sure what that is. And when I say but only within the house, people outside the house do not hear it. Once they come in the house they can then hear it.
In my upstairs there was a square vent that I could see the kitchen from but while it was open and I was upstairs I would sometimes hear weird noises, like soft whispering coming from the kitchen area. Twice I saw through the vent and saw what looked like a shadow or someone fleeing to the side into my living room. I thought I was going crazy, so finally I closed the vent, and sealed it and the weird thing is, the whispering stopped and I've seen nothing similar in the house since.
One of the last of my teen years my parents came over early to celebrate some Halloween fun, but that night I got very sleepy it was around 3pm when I passed out or about 4pm while my parents were there. Outside the sky was grey hazy day, when I woke up for a split second I turned to the door to see it open, and it was still grey outside. When I hear my mother yell my name and to "Come see her and dad off" like normal, in a still sleepy haze I rush towards the open door without looking directly ahead, still trying to fully open my eyes, right as I look forward I slowly start to open the outer-door, their vehicle isn't there, it's completely dark outside, no stars, only present to a barren creepy impenetrable darkness on my front lawn. I pull the door closed fast, I lock the inner-door turn on my tv and laid back down horrified by what just happened to break my immersion.
One night I was taking a walk in my current area with a close friend at night because for a time I found it very soothing to take midnight strolls and work towards overcoming my fear of the dark. One of the streets up the road from me straight had one of its lights dim and hadn't been worked on so upon our way back to that area we kept hearing weird scratching noises like something might be in the garage in that lane, so we decided to cut across to the park and walk into the lighted areas, it's no fun getting attacked by wild animals in this area... Right as we get to where that lane's light is cut off and the second light begins from the shortcut, my friend and I hear rampant running in our direction like a large dog, or something of that nature. The footsteps stop right as where the light touches, and my friend who was in front of me got behind me horrified after hearing the large galloping. I pull out my phone as does he and flash our light, but in the darkness nothing is there.
One night is was around 2 in the morning, I came back late so I decided to check my mailbox in the dead of night, at the time I was having bad allergies so my right eye's peripheral vision was heavily limited, as I'm walking across the road to where my mailbox sits I see what looks like a black cat walking in my direction. We have a lot of farmers here with cats so seeing cats on the roads, in people's yards and more isn't uncommon, quite often they're friendly, so I see it drawing closer and closer from the road lights and under the light from my porch light I installed after a specific Halloween scare. Right as I walk back across opening my mail I hear the cat draw near and start shrieking I jump falling backwards right as I see the cat draw back 2-3 feet from me and jump still crying right as it lunges it vanishes into a pure shadow. Feeling I had enough for the night I walked into the house and went to bed.
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The last two paranormal events happened around 2013 and the other 2014-2015 early:
One night I stayed at my parents house just for a visit and stayed up all night. As I began to pass out in the morning I woke back up but something weird began to happen. Their cat was moving slowly, and at first I thought the cat was having a stroke or something because it was like the cat was moving in slow motion. That's before I noticed it wasn't just the cat, my mother eating her breakfast was also moving in slow motion, and even the early morning TV was blurred out when talking. I've had some shitty after effects from not sleeping in a night so I figured that was what was happening I was having a bad "hangover" like feeling of time slowing, that is before I heard my name called from behind where the window behind the couch I was laying on was. I turn to at first see birds moving slowly outside the window and then the scenery of the back yard was replaced with two large yellow eyes with rows of teeth gnashing, as I fell back off the couch hitting the coffee table the figure in the window disappeared, and everything went back to normal. The cat was eating her food in normal motion, my mother wasn't moving slowly, and the tv returned to normal.
During March 2014 until January 2015 I began having weird dreams. At first I heard someone cry out to me for help after waking up. I began having a bad headache after waking up to them shouting for me to help them. Didn't seem to out of the ordinary of a bad dream or something.
However, as time progressed it began to become repeating dream of me being in a third person view in a room covered in red drapes. As I could sometimes make out myself laying on a couch or sectional. In front of a chair where the lady in my dreams sat. Sometimes she would tell me things, things I had forgotten and I don't mean random memories, things nobody else could possibly know, things that were going to happen and are still happening to this very day, and other random tidbits of information that all ended up being true after verification.
Each time a prophetic claim came true I began to ponder if this person in my dreams was "god" or something of that notion, but when I asked them they merely jeered at me "Do you really think I'm that powerful?" They told me they had known me very well all my life but I had no recollection of them, and often I couldn't even see them due to my third person view of the red drape covered room and only side glances of the couch/chair... I once even asked if they were merely my own consciousness back when they told me of things from the past old forgotten memories. No.
As time passed the dreams began to get more crazy as physical remnants began to occur, and I began to have weird wake ups like once I woke standing being told I had to wake up soon my family was about to pull up on my drive way. I woke up standing the door open and there they were pulling in the drive way honking their horn and a few family members heard when I slept in their presence I began "sleep talking to someone" but I didn't sound asleep or dazed and they were confused.
It didn't stop and by around November 2014, I began to hear that person talking to me and even reading my thoughts when I was fully awake (fully responding to them ) . Still telling me things, never explaining why or to what purpose. Some things they told me were menial, unimportant including certain events to happen. I began to question my sanity and what was happening I researched to find out if anyone else had an answer outside of "Gods/angels/etc." Nothing and the person in my dream was too aloof to tell me what it all meant, and why.
The last time I had a dream was in January, I was going back to hang with my family when I passed out on the drive over. In my dream I was further ahead on the route and she pointed at the full moon out the window and said "Promise me, you'll believe I exist." So I said "I promise, I do." in my dream the moon began to brightly flash, blinding light over and over and over again pulsing, right as I awoke I hear "We'll meet someday soon." I awake and I'm at where I was in the dream on the route, the moon is blindingly flashing over and over again and my father pulled over because the light reflecting from the moon began to blind him slightly and he had to take it slowly for most of the ride there until the moon stopped brightly casting light everywhere.
After that, I have not had any visual dreams since. No voices, nothing told, no occurrences since. Each event such as knowing when some of my family members would die and how, etc. It all just stopped. I've talked to various occultist, etc. No one has had any answers on what occurred or if they heard any similar things. (Legends/urban legends/supernatural beliefs ) After those dreams I began to do heavy research but never found any real answers or anything satisfactory. It's also around the time the world seemed to change on its own accord: pre-set to clown world I guess weirdly enough.
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Those are just some events in my life leading me to believe in the supernatural. What that actually means outside of being unexplained by science currently is anyone's guess.
When I was around the age of 8 I used to believe I saw "auras" of people, random colors that seemed to encapsulate people with no rhyme or reason, and had common "ghost sighting as a child." but I believed the first to be merely a random effect of a developing mind, and the second illusions. However, near my 9th birthday I moved into a house that at the time I didn't know seemed to have all kinds of paranormal activity, it was apparently owned by a group of Satanist before my parents had purchased the house and I was not the only one to experience oddities within it.
Some of my paranormal experiences:
One night, I went to the bathroom that was down the hall from my bedroom right next to my parent's bedroom. During that age I had a silly notion to put toys around the under lining of my bed to protect me from the "boogeyman." just a child like superstition. After finishing I opened the door and saw instead of my toys that lined the floor of my bed were lined up from the side of the bathroom door all the way past the basement on the opposite side of my bedroom. My parents were still asleep and could not have made it there in the time I had taken a small piss to line up my toys upright. I was new to the house so didn't know what to think in my confusion I picked up the toys and brought them back to my bedroom.
In the basement we had an old furnace that made loud noises, but that never scared me, it was the room behind it that was off. In it was a small storage room with a small hole in the far back that had water in it, very tiny, but every now and then loud howling and gurggling noises could be heard from it. I do not know what happened in that room, but my uncle who lived in the basement would never let me near that room when he wasn't around and had it heavily padlocked despite the loud noises could still be heard from that room regardless even dwarfing the old furnace that remained in front of it, and weirder he acted like he was fearful of that room. Everyone knew of the noises as it was like that the day we moved in even before my uncle had decided to live down there. It was not his doing.
After my second year at the house my uncle died in the basement which isn't paranormal by any means, but a few months after his death, one day my parents were in their bedroom and I had my cat in my bedroom midday, when all of a sudden something loud begins running from the basement, dashes into my door that was closed, rebounds and runs straight towards the right to the kitchen. My mom begins yelling at me to stop running in the house until she realizes my door has been closed the entire time with my cat still in my room. We both begin checking out the kitchen, and living room and the other rooms of the house, but nothing was ever found. If I didn't know any better it sounded like an adult had ran from the basement.
Sometime after my uncle's death (which i was present for in the house) apparently my mother would hear my uncle singing coming from the basement. My uncle had a singing career before his death, and although you might think my mother was merely hysterical... The issue is I too heard the singing a few times coming from the basement, it actually caused a riff between my mother and father because he thought she was going crazy, and I didn't know that had caused some issues in their marriage until years later when we discussed weird occurrences in that house, and the singing was brought up, I had never been told about my mother hearing the singing until then. I used to believe it was just a morbid form of survivor's guilt since I had been down there with my uncle directly when he died in his sleep from a heart attack.
In our garage at that house in the ceiling was all kind of "Hellish" paintings, demons with nails screwed into their nostrils, weird pictures of people being tortured and all kinds of gore. Early on my dad found them and told me about one painting had a crucifix that when he turned it upside right it flipped back down but he found no mechanism causing the reversion. So he decided to burn everything in that upper floor, he started a burn pile and began burning paintings one after another, but the weirdest thing he told me was the most awful painting in his opinion which was a very grotesque and disturbing demon of some sorts on it and was the final one he was going to burn, when he went up to grab it after burning the other paintings it had vanished. As if someone had walked up and grabbed it and hulled it away but the thing was the room was still locked when he came to grab it and the area on the wall where it was, was pristine. My father wasn't much a supernatural man but he told me he didn't know what to think after seeing that and a few events from when he worked for the military at one point.
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After moving to the next house, for years nothing happened, weird dreams and some other oddities but nothing truly explainable as supernatural, until one night I was hanging with a close friend that lived in what's known in the area as it's own "Bermuda triangle"... It was around 1 in the morning, my friend was driving while I was playing a portable I recently bought when I notice something flying to the side of the truck as we're going up a hill. At first I thought it was a large bat, but as it drew closer I saw dots on the wing like a moth, it's wings were larger than the front Hud of the truck, as it flew besides us in the none-road covered area. It looked like a large moth except for its face, I only saw it briefly in the headlights but it was stringy more similar to a butterfly, it followed up to the next curved hill and then departed flying over the four way ahead and vanishing amongst the trees. A few weeks later my friend was talking to a guy who lived in the area and he told us that a few weeks prior him and his friend were outside their house when in the night sky something began screeching at him and his friend, they couldn't see what but it had scratched him, which he had a large scratch going down his arm, and his friend had made it to the house without injuries...
When I told him what happened to me and my friend he thought we were mocking him with "Mothman stories bullshit." What I saw was no "Mothman." My assumption was maybe it was a rare species of some sort of large butterfly or moth, but I never found any leads, and most people who've heard my story keep redirecting to mothman claims, if anyone has any idea what I saw outside of drugs, hallucination, or "Mothman" claims do enlighten me.
~time slip:
Again, years passed nothing paranormal happened in my life outside a few "explainable" oddities. Until I bought my own house, in another area, and then weird oddities began to happen again.
At my house, for a period of time I would hear a Phantom semi outside my house. As if a large semi just revving it's engine was outside my door but nothing was there. Sometimes that noise occurs randomly and other people have heard it but only from within the house. Not sure what that is. And when I say but only within the house, people outside the house do not hear it. Once they come in the house they can then hear it.
In my upstairs there was a square vent that I could see the kitchen from but while it was open and I was upstairs I would sometimes hear weird noises, like soft whispering coming from the kitchen area. Twice I saw through the vent and saw what looked like a shadow or someone fleeing to the side into my living room. I thought I was going crazy, so finally I closed the vent, and sealed it and the weird thing is, the whispering stopped and I've seen nothing similar in the house since.
One of the last of my teen years my parents came over early to celebrate some Halloween fun, but that night I got very sleepy it was around 3pm when I passed out or about 4pm while my parents were there. Outside the sky was grey hazy day, when I woke up for a split second I turned to the door to see it open, and it was still grey outside. When I hear my mother yell my name and to "Come see her and dad off" like normal, in a still sleepy haze I rush towards the open door without looking directly ahead, still trying to fully open my eyes, right as I look forward I slowly start to open the outer-door, their vehicle isn't there, it's completely dark outside, no stars, only present to a barren creepy impenetrable darkness on my front lawn. I pull the door closed fast, I lock the inner-door turn on my tv and laid back down horrified by what just happened to break my immersion.
One night I was taking a walk in my current area with a close friend at night because for a time I found it very soothing to take midnight strolls and work towards overcoming my fear of the dark. One of the streets up the road from me straight had one of its lights dim and hadn't been worked on so upon our way back to that area we kept hearing weird scratching noises like something might be in the garage in that lane, so we decided to cut across to the park and walk into the lighted areas, it's no fun getting attacked by wild animals in this area... Right as we get to where that lane's light is cut off and the second light begins from the shortcut, my friend and I hear rampant running in our direction like a large dog, or something of that nature. The footsteps stop right as where the light touches, and my friend who was in front of me got behind me horrified after hearing the large galloping. I pull out my phone as does he and flash our light, but in the darkness nothing is there.
One night is was around 2 in the morning, I came back late so I decided to check my mailbox in the dead of night, at the time I was having bad allergies so my right eye's peripheral vision was heavily limited, as I'm walking across the road to where my mailbox sits I see what looks like a black cat walking in my direction. We have a lot of farmers here with cats so seeing cats on the roads, in people's yards and more isn't uncommon, quite often they're friendly, so I see it drawing closer and closer from the road lights and under the light from my porch light I installed after a specific Halloween scare. Right as I walk back across opening my mail I hear the cat draw near and start shrieking I jump falling backwards right as I see the cat draw back 2-3 feet from me and jump still crying right as it lunges it vanishes into a pure shadow. Feeling I had enough for the night I walked into the house and went to bed.
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The last two paranormal events happened around 2013 and the other 2014-2015 early:
One night I stayed at my parents house just for a visit and stayed up all night. As I began to pass out in the morning I woke back up but something weird began to happen. Their cat was moving slowly, and at first I thought the cat was having a stroke or something because it was like the cat was moving in slow motion. That's before I noticed it wasn't just the cat, my mother eating her breakfast was also moving in slow motion, and even the early morning TV was blurred out when talking. I've had some shitty after effects from not sleeping in a night so I figured that was what was happening I was having a bad "hangover" like feeling of time slowing, that is before I heard my name called from behind where the window behind the couch I was laying on was. I turn to at first see birds moving slowly outside the window and then the scenery of the back yard was replaced with two large yellow eyes with rows of teeth gnashing, as I fell back off the couch hitting the coffee table the figure in the window disappeared, and everything went back to normal. The cat was eating her food in normal motion, my mother wasn't moving slowly, and the tv returned to normal.
During March 2014 until January 2015 I began having weird dreams. At first I heard someone cry out to me for help after waking up. I began having a bad headache after waking up to them shouting for me to help them. Didn't seem to out of the ordinary of a bad dream or something.
However, as time progressed it began to become repeating dream of me being in a third person view in a room covered in red drapes. As I could sometimes make out myself laying on a couch or sectional. In front of a chair where the lady in my dreams sat. Sometimes she would tell me things, things I had forgotten and I don't mean random memories, things nobody else could possibly know, things that were going to happen and are still happening to this very day, and other random tidbits of information that all ended up being true after verification.
Each time a prophetic claim came true I began to ponder if this person in my dreams was "god" or something of that notion, but when I asked them they merely jeered at me "Do you really think I'm that powerful?" They told me they had known me very well all my life but I had no recollection of them, and often I couldn't even see them due to my third person view of the red drape covered room and only side glances of the couch/chair... I once even asked if they were merely my own consciousness back when they told me of things from the past old forgotten memories. No.
As time passed the dreams began to get more crazy as physical remnants began to occur, and I began to have weird wake ups like once I woke standing being told I had to wake up soon my family was about to pull up on my drive way. I woke up standing the door open and there they were pulling in the drive way honking their horn and a few family members heard when I slept in their presence I began "sleep talking to someone" but I didn't sound asleep or dazed and they were confused.
It didn't stop and by around November 2014, I began to hear that person talking to me and even reading my thoughts when I was fully awake (fully responding to them ) . Still telling me things, never explaining why or to what purpose. Some things they told me were menial, unimportant including certain events to happen. I began to question my sanity and what was happening I researched to find out if anyone else had an answer outside of "Gods/angels/etc." Nothing and the person in my dream was too aloof to tell me what it all meant, and why.
The last time I had a dream was in January, I was going back to hang with my family when I passed out on the drive over. In my dream I was further ahead on the route and she pointed at the full moon out the window and said "Promise me, you'll believe I exist." So I said "I promise, I do." in my dream the moon began to brightly flash, blinding light over and over and over again pulsing, right as I awoke I hear "We'll meet someday soon." I awake and I'm at where I was in the dream on the route, the moon is blindingly flashing over and over again and my father pulled over because the light reflecting from the moon began to blind him slightly and he had to take it slowly for most of the ride there until the moon stopped brightly casting light everywhere.
After that, I have not had any visual dreams since. No voices, nothing told, no occurrences since. Each event such as knowing when some of my family members would die and how, etc. It all just stopped. I've talked to various occultist, etc. No one has had any answers on what occurred or if they heard any similar things. (Legends/urban legends/supernatural beliefs ) After those dreams I began to do heavy research but never found any real answers or anything satisfactory. It's also around the time the world seemed to change on its own accord: pre-set to clown world I guess weirdly enough.
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Those are just some events in my life leading me to believe in the supernatural. What that actually means outside of being unexplained by science currently is anyone's guess.
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Honestly... I kind of agree that karma is bullshit, but at the same time this kind of reasoning annoys me because its such childish Saturday Morning Cartoon logic applied to a concept that is actually theoretically a lot more complex. The idea behind karma is that its being tallied over LIFETIMES. It's not just "I walked an old lady across the street, I deserve to win the lottery."
I have a similar beef with how people attack Judeo-Christian ideas of God with the "why do bad things happen to good people?" argument. It's like.... look, do you want to have freedom or do you want God to be a big babysitter who micromanages every last moment? I mean, look at any Japanese RPG where the final boss is a god-like being who literally does just that, and look at how that always goes down--with God being made out to be an egomaniac who needs to be put down for the sake of muh freedom. At some point, you have to accept that sometimes shit happens, someone's gotta deal with it, and who ya gonna call?
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Someone in this topic mentioned how we can't really trust our own perceptions. Perfect example of that: Drugs.
Minor PL but there was a time in my life where I experimented with drugs (may have just been OTC stuff in high doses). Only once or twice because I really didn't like it, but it was some sort of hallucinagen that, among other things, screwed up my perception of time. I recall being with a friend (he was making sure I didn't hurt myself) and we were watching a disc with the first six episodes of Dragonball Z, and like.... one thing I remember is seeing the scenes out of order, like I would perceive the scene where Gohan breaks out of the pod but then next would be the scene where Raditz is first arriving (these scenes are entire episodes apart).
And like... it makes you wonder.
Actually I've sometimes had these weird perception tricks even without substances. I remember in my teens for example I would sometimes have these moments where for a brief minute, I felt as if I suddenly knew or perceived something I didn't before--like I would be playing a game and for a moment, there would be a path there that wasn't before or the game would be way deeper. It was sort of similar to when you're having a dream about a game that doesn't exist in real life, except I was fully awake... but it would end instantly. And I would always feel like I saw something really important but could not remember it. And this was years before I ever experimented with anything.
This is one place where the internet has been beneficial. One thing I recall being annoying about those years is any people I knew IRL who thought about this stuff were also old-timey religious types who always assumed it was THA DEVIL coming to claim my soul or some shit, and that got annoying really quick as even back then I could tell it wasn't anything quite so simplistic.