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I see (feel, smell, sense, etc.) dead people... (1 Viewer)
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identikit
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It's a par 5.
Leroy Hoard
Footballguy
Frisbee golf really should be an Olympic sport.
identikit
Footballguy
As good as a lot of the ones that are in.
Ned
Footballguy
jomar
Footballguy
I friend of mine got divorced from his now ex-wife. Needing a place to stay, she bought a house in the town we live in. It was a very amicable divorce and my buddy was over there one night painting his daughters bedroom before anyone had moved in. He had the music blaring and it was later at night, probably around 10-11:00 PM. He thought he heard footsteps and assumed it was his ex-wife and a friend coming to check out his work. He waited for them to come in but nobody did. A couple minutes later he hears the footsteps again, they are fairly loud as he can hear them over his music. He sticks his head out the door but there's nothing. He's getting freaked out at this point and turns off the music. Goes back to painting and can hear the footsteps again but there's no one else in the house. He finishes up as quick as he can and goes home and somewhat jokingly tells his ex (who's still living with him at this point) that he thinks her new house is haunted. Fast forward a month or two, the ex-wife is in her new house but is out of town. Rather than move his kids around, my buddy just decides to crash at his ex's for the weekend. He's sleeping in the basement the first night and he's awakened to the sound of footsteps upstairs. He can hear two sets, one is an adults footsteps and the others is that of a little kid. He goes upstairs but again there is nothing. In the morning, he is on the phone with his ex when she asks him 'did you hear the footsteps?'. He said the hair on his arms stood up when she said that. Apparently, pretty much every night there are footsteps going up and down the hallway around 11:00. At another time, the ex was out of town and my buddy went over there to do some ghost hunting as he loves that type of stuff. He set up an audio/video recorder with nightvision and went to sleep. Of course, he is awakened to footsteps upstairs during the night. In the morning, he checks his video and, while he can't hear any noises, he does see an Orb that comes into the screen and moves up and down the hall a couple times before disappearing.
I have no doubt in my mind that everyone involved in this story is telling the truth. There is something making footstep noises every night in this house. The ex-wife told him a story that one time she came in the front door and heard a voice whisper 'sssshhhhhh!!, she's home'. Freaky stuff, but apparently the ex-wife isn't too weirded out by it as the ghost doesn't bother anything. My buddy took his dog over there with him when he crashed there and the dog didn't bark or anything. Not sure what that means but the dog normally barks at ghosts in the movies.
I have no doubt in my mind that everyone involved in this story is telling the truth. There is something making footstep noises every night in this house. The ex-wife told him a story that one time she came in the front door and heard a voice whisper 'sssshhhhhh!!, she's home'. Freaky stuff, but apparently the ex-wife isn't too weirded out by it as the ghost doesn't bother anything. My buddy took his dog over there with him when he crashed there and the dog didn't bark or anything. Not sure what that means but the dog normally barks at ghosts in the movies.
The Duff Man
Footballguy
On two occassions when my wife has been travelling for work and I have been reading or on the Ipad in bed, the radio in our bedroom has turned on for no reason. It is not an alarm/radio, there is no timer. It requires the on/off button to be pushed.
Both nights I dreamed about my dead aunt, to be fair the radio thing might have creeped me out and made me think of her. She did not get along with my wife. We have had this radio for 5 years and the only time it happens is when my wife is gone.
Our Ipad has turned on recently also. My wife was in bed, I was watching TV and all of a sudden I hear at full blast "I DON'T WANT TO SPEND ANOTHER LONELY NIGHT......OOOOOOO" by Rascal Flatts
Freaky
Both nights I dreamed about my dead aunt, to be fair the radio thing might have creeped me out and made me think of her. She did not get along with my wife. We have had this radio for 5 years and the only time it happens is when my wife is gone.
Our Ipad has turned on recently also. My wife was in bed, I was watching TV and all of a sudden I hear at full blast "I DON'T WANT TO SPEND ANOTHER LONELY NIGHT......OOOOOOO" by Rascal Flatts
Freaky
Everyone knows that ghosts hate frisbee golf.
xulf
Footballguy
My wife is an RN and works a rotating shift (one month day shifts, then one month nights) and is currently on her night rotations. We have a 4 month old daughter which I am on "single dad duty" three nights a week while the wife is at work.
We just moved into a new house a couple weeks ago and last night was the first night that my wife was working nights. Well last night at 02:30 my daughter starts fussing. I go in there and get her settled down and go back to bed. The whole time I am using my phone as a light to navigate to her room. At 04:30 I wake up again to my daughter starting to fuss. Our bedroom is directly across the hall from her nursery and both doors are open. I wake up and look into her room and her light is on
I distintly remember using my phone the time before to provide light because I almost stepped on one of our dogs toys.
Not sure if it was a ghost or an alien who turned the light on, but when I told my wife about it this morning she didn't care
We just moved into a new house a couple weeks ago and last night was the first night that my wife was working nights. Well last night at 02:30 my daughter starts fussing. I go in there and get her settled down and go back to bed. The whole time I am using my phone as a light to navigate to her room. At 04:30 I wake up again to my daughter starting to fuss. Our bedroom is directly across the hall from her nursery and both doors are open. I wake up and look into her room and her light is on
I distintly remember using my phone the time before to provide light because I almost stepped on one of our dogs toys.Not sure if it was a ghost or an alien who turned the light on, but when I told my wife about it this morning she didn't care
Ned
Footballguy
So was the button on the radio moved to the On position or was it on in the Off position? How did you turn it off?On two occassions when my wife has been travelling for work and I have been reading or on the Ipad in bed, the radio in our bedroom has turned on for no reason. It is not an alarm/radio, there is no timer. It requires the on/off button to be pushed. Both nights I dreamed about my dead aunt, to be fair the radio thing might have creeped me out and made me think of her. She did not get along with my wife. We have had this radio for 5 years and the only time it happens is when my wife is gone.Our Ipad has turned on recently also. My wife was in bed, I was watching TV and all of a sudden I hear at full blast "I DON'T WANT TO SPEND ANOTHER LONELY NIGHT......OOOOOOO" by Rascal FlattsFreaky
The Duff Man
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Push in to turn on. Push in to turn off.So was the button on the radio moved to the On position or was it on in the Off position? How did you turn it off?On two occassions when my wife has been travelling for work and I have been reading or on the Ipad in bed, the radio in our bedroom has turned on for no reason. It is not an alarm/radio, there is no timer. It requires the on/off button to be pushed. Both nights I dreamed about my dead aunt, to be fair the radio thing might have creeped me out and made me think of her. She did not get along with my wife. We have had this radio for 5 years and the only time it happens is when my wife is gone.Our Ipad has turned on recently also. My wife was in bed, I was watching TV and all of a sudden I hear at full blast "I DON'T WANT TO SPEND ANOTHER LONELY NIGHT......OOOOOOO" by Rascal FlattsFreaky
Native
Footballguy
Push in to turn on. Push in to turn off.So was the button on the radio moved to the On position or was it on in the Off position? How did you turn it off?On two occassions when my wife has been travelling for work and I have been reading or on the Ipad in bed, the radio in our bedroom has turned on for no reason. It is not an alarm/radio, there is no timer. It requires the on/off button to be pushed. Both nights I dreamed about my dead aunt, to be fair the radio thing might have creeped me out and made me think of her. She did not get along with my wife. We have had this radio for 5 years and the only time it happens is when my wife is gone.Our Ipad has turned on recently also. My wife was in bed, I was watching TV and all of a sudden I hear at full blast "I DON'T WANT TO SPEND ANOTHER LONELY NIGHT......OOOOOOO" by Rascal FlattsFreaky
Rohn Jambo
Footballguy
Many years ago, I interacted with some kind of being. I am not sure exactly what it was but it was definitely not a ghost. It happened one time only. I knew I was not hallucinating (no, I ddn't take LSD) because I have gained a special ability from this encounter.
Steve Tasker
Footballguy
Sure, and that makes sense given the negative experiences you've had. I've had some "spooky" ones, but nothing like what you've seen. Then again, I don't necessarily "believe in ghosts", so to speak. I do believe that there are unexplainable events that could be attributed to the supernatural, and I accept that there are plenty of experiences - including some that you've described - that can't be easily explained away.Interesting story/experience. On your bolded statement though, I'm the exact opposite. Boring is what I've wanted since I was in college...and thankfully since I started this thread, I haven't had any more unusual experiences in our home. I can still "feel" a few presences here...but they know to stay hidden/quiet, as I've asked them to either respect my wishes (for them to stay hidden/quiet) or they need to leave. My house, my rules.
What did the other guy say? Pretty crazy.
Amused to Death
Footballguy
I was 16 when my grandmother died. I wasn't particularly close to her, but shortly after she passed I had one of those life-like dreams where she came to visit me. I remember she was talking to me but I couldn't hear her and as I walked towards her, she was floating backwards - keeping the same distance from me. I remember I woke up knowing something weird had happened. It affected me.
After that, everyone in my family started experiencing strange things around the house. Nothing spooky or scary, but annoyances. This was nearly 30 years ago so I don't remember a lot....things like hearing and seeing the front door knob shake and rattle like someone was trying to come in, but when you looked outside no one was around. One time my younger brother and a friend saw a house key stand on point on the kitchen table (friend swears he saw it too). I had a drafting table set up in the basement next to a work bench. I'd be working on a drawing (engineering classes) and hear the vice turn and the metal handle clank like it just made a half-turn. My Father was a skeptic till he experienced something in the garage...forget exactly what but I think a radio unplugged itself while he was working on a car.
I used to tell one of my friends who shared most of my classes with me about some of the weirdness and he'd kinda laugh it off (like people do when you tell them things like this). He was over one time and we were in the basement going over one my drawings for a project we were doing. Late afternoon before anyone else was home from school or work. We both heard distinct footsteps from what would be a bedroom right above us. Went upstairs to see who came home early and we could still hear footsteps right up until I looked into the room. After that he believed everything I had ever told him.
Not a ghost story but a spiritual one...My mom was diagnosed with acute leukemia in 1990 and given 6 months to live. After her first chemo treatment she said Jesus sat down next her on the hospital bed and told her to be strong and she'll be OK. She turns 66 this Fall and is cancer-free, not only beating leukemia but 2 bouts with breast cancer.
After that, everyone in my family started experiencing strange things around the house. Nothing spooky or scary, but annoyances. This was nearly 30 years ago so I don't remember a lot....things like hearing and seeing the front door knob shake and rattle like someone was trying to come in, but when you looked outside no one was around. One time my younger brother and a friend saw a house key stand on point on the kitchen table (friend swears he saw it too). I had a drafting table set up in the basement next to a work bench. I'd be working on a drawing (engineering classes) and hear the vice turn and the metal handle clank like it just made a half-turn. My Father was a skeptic till he experienced something in the garage...forget exactly what but I think a radio unplugged itself while he was working on a car.
I used to tell one of my friends who shared most of my classes with me about some of the weirdness and he'd kinda laugh it off (like people do when you tell them things like this). He was over one time and we were in the basement going over one my drawings for a project we were doing. Late afternoon before anyone else was home from school or work. We both heard distinct footsteps from what would be a bedroom right above us. Went upstairs to see who came home early and we could still hear footsteps right up until I looked into the room. After that he believed everything I had ever told him.
Not a ghost story but a spiritual one...My mom was diagnosed with acute leukemia in 1990 and given 6 months to live. After her first chemo treatment she said Jesus sat down next her on the hospital bed and told her to be strong and she'll be OK. She turns 66 this Fall and is cancer-free, not only beating leukemia but 2 bouts with breast cancer.
Hey ST!That other person was my Mom (who keeps me company and helps me tackle a few of the weeds), and she didn't really say much of anything when it happened...she just gave me one of those "oh crap" looks before trying to think of something to talk about that would change the subject.Sure, and that makes sense given the negative experiences you've had. I've had some "spooky" ones, but nothing like what you've seen. Then again, I don't necessarily "believe in ghosts", so to speak. I do believe that there are unexplainable events that could be attributed to the supernatural, and I accept that there are plenty of experiences - including some that you've described - that can't be easily explained away.Interesting story/experience. On your bolded statement though, I'm the exact opposite. Boring is what I've wanted since I was in college...and thankfully since I started this thread, I haven't had any more unusual experiences in our home. I can still "feel" a few presences here...but they know to stay hidden/quiet, as I've asked them to either respect my wishes (for them to stay hidden/quiet) or they need to leave. My house, my rules.What did the other guy say? Pretty crazy.
This was the same person (my Mom) who, while I helped her move into her current home a few years ago, had me tell her that "someone or something" just whispered my name so loudly at me in her basement store room while I had an armful of boxes that I wanted to drop them and run. I was the only one in her basement (in her HOUSE) at the time, and I'm not a person who E-V-E-R is spoken to by ???, by name. Yet whatever this was, it was a breathy male voice that whispered my name as clear as if you were sitting five feet away from me and did it loud enough for anyone in the room to hear you, but quiet enough to keep your voice from leaving the room (and disturbing others).
THAT creeped me out. And I still get a little squeamish when I'm over at her place helping her take care of a few chores around the home whenever I need to go in her basement, alone.
The interesting thing, however, is that the house she grew up in (my grandparents house) was one of the most active, "evil" places I ever have had the displeasure of spending time in. My sister and I both knew the drill. When you go upstairs, you keep your eyes to the floor, make a hard left at the top of the stairs, and make a bee-line for the "flower room" (guest bedroom) without looking up, left, or right. Because if you took your eyes off the floor, you'd still be in counseling to this day describing the evil/ugliness that was looking back at you.
I told my Mom she couldn't POSSIBLY have lived in that house for much less a weekend vs. 18 years as a child without feeling "it." She'd then tell me stories about 5-6 of them hearing people running on the second floor (above their kitchen) and sending her dad up with his shotgun to see who was in their home (and never finding anyone). Or my grandmother getting so angry one time at their misbehaving that while she raised her voice, 5-6 light bulbs (that weren't on at the time) on the first floor around the room they were being scolded in exploded (literally into tiny pieces) all at the same time. Or them hearing some growling/moaning outside their kitchen window and being scared out of their minds...knowing it was no farm animal or bear or ??? they had ever encountered. And these were farmers, used to just about any kind of wild animal you can imagine, in addition to their livestock.
But she just quickly and neatly sweeps all those types of things under the rug...because to deal with them and to deal with the thought of growing up in a haunted, EVIL home is too much for her to process.
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Chaos Commish
Footballguy
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Thought this was an appropriate response to Marvin's last post...
jhib
Footballguy
That's the strangest thing about your whole story, IMO.Hey ST!That other person was my Mom (who keeps me company and helps me tackle a few of the weeds), and she didn't really say much of anything when it happened...she just gave me one of those "oh crap" looks before trying to think of something to talk about that would change the subject.Sure, and that makes sense given the negative experiences you've had. I've had some "spooky" ones, but nothing like what you've seen. Then again, I don't necessarily "believe in ghosts", so to speak. I do believe that there are unexplainable events that could be attributed to the supernatural, and I accept that there are plenty of experiences - including some that you've described - that can't be easily explained away.Interesting story/experience. On your bolded statement though, I'm the exact opposite. Boring is what I've wanted since I was in college...and thankfully since I started this thread, I haven't had any more unusual experiences in our home. I can still "feel" a few presences here...but they know to stay hidden/quiet, as I've asked them to either respect my wishes (for them to stay hidden/quiet) or they need to leave. My house, my rules.What did the other guy say? Pretty crazy.
This was the same person (my Mom) who, while I helped her move into her current home a few years ago, had me tell her that "someone or something" just whispered my name so loudly at me in her basement store room while I had an armful of boxes that I wanted to drop them and run. I was the only one in her basement (in her HOUSE) at the time, and I'm not a person who E-V-E-R is spoken to by ???, by name. Yet whatever this was, it was a breathy male voice that whispered my name as clear as if you were sitting five feet away from me and did it loud enough for anyone in the room to hear you, but quiet enough to keep your voice from leaving the room (and disturbing others).
THAT creeped me out. And I still get a little squeamish when I'm over at her place helping her take care of a few chores around the home whenever I need to go in her basement, alone.
The interesting thing, however, is that the house she grew up in (my grandparents house) was one of the most active, "evil" places I ever have had the displeasure of spending time in. My sister and I both knew the drill. When you go upstairs, you keep your eyes to the floor, make a hard left at the top of the stairs, and make a bee-line for the "flower room" (guest bedroom) without looking up, left, or right. Because if you took your eyes off the floor, you'd still be in counseling to this day describing the evil/ugliness that was looking back at you.
I told my Mom she couldn't POSSIBLY have lived in that house for much less a weekend vs. 18 years as a child without feeling "it." She'd then tell me stories about 5-6 of them hearing people running on the second floor (above their kitchen) and sending her dad up with his shotgun to see who was in their home (and never finding anyone). Or my grandmother getting so angry one time at their misbehaving that while she raised her voice, 5-6 light bulbs (that weren't on at the time) on the first floor around the room they were being scolded in exploded (literally into tiny pieces) all at the same time. Or them hearing some growling/moaning outside their kitchen window and being scared out of their minds...knowing it was no farm animal or bear or ??? they had ever encountered. And these were farmers, used to just about any kind of wild animal you can imagine, in addition to their livestock.
But she just quickly and neatly sweeps all those types of things under the rug...because to deal with them and to deal with the thought of growing up in a haunted, EVIL home is too much for her to process.
Nipsey
Footballguy
Maik Jeaunz
Footballguy
so I've always wondered about this. let's say you DO feel some sort of weird (evil?) presence, should you just be submissive and ignore it, pretend it's not there, etc? what if you believe in yourself and you have a pretty strong will...can you challenge it? if you let it know that you know it's there, what would happen? I mean, it can't REALLY do anything to you...can it?and I'm being totally serious.
hutchins929
Footballguy
OK, I'll bite... What kind of "special ability" did you gain?
Nipsey
Footballguy
The ability to grow monthly sores on and around the genitals?
Rohn Jambo
Footballguy
Are you a noobie or something? If you have to ask then you do not deserve to know.
jdoggydogg
Footballguy
Yeah, no.
I suppose you could challenge a being/spirit/presence if you like to live dangerously on the edge. I know I certainly wouldn't do it and/or pick a fight...as about the farthest I have EVER gone is to tell "it" to keep quiet and leave me and my family alone, or that they'll need to leave. But that's only on my turf. If I'm on someone else's turf or in a public space? Nope. Wouldn't ever challenge some "thing." But I would do my very-best not to show fear too...as showing fear would just be the equivalent of painting a big bullseye on my back in the presence of some "thing" that feeds off said fear.Some "beings" are able to move objects and manipulate physical space. Moving things. Slamming doors. Breaking objects. And, in extreme cases, causing bodily harm and even death. I guess whenever I've had that feeling (not a thought...I mean a physical feeling, where your senses are heightened as quick as a light switch turning on, the world around you seems to slow down a bit, and you know you've got company), I've either tried to ignore it, or I try and find other people to hang around for a while (helped with the fear part, and it reduced the chance of any "incident"). But when neither of those things are an option, I guess I've tried more "respectful acknowledgment." Making sure that "it" knows that I know it's there...but not engaging it in any way.
Of course, if you think it's all just a big joke (goodness knows probably 50+ percent of people in this thread do), and you pound-back 6-8 beers and get out the Ouija Board with your buddies, do whatever you're gonna do.
Marvin
Footballguy
Ouch. You got me there, Captain Ghostbuster.Thought this was an appropriate response to Marvin's last post...
I live in Farmville, VA. We had a quadruple axe murder here 3 years ago that made national news. Cops said lights kept turning themselves on and off in the house afterwards, and the cleaning crew reported the faucets turned themselves on and off too. They were too creeped out to go in alone. Three families have rented the place since then. All three moved out within a few months. I have to wonder if it is because the place is haunted.
hutchins929
Footballguy
I've been here three years longer than you, #####!
Raider Nation
Devil's Advocate
My story is remarkably similar, only my jump was about 24-26'.
Mr. Pickles
Footballguy
It's not impossible. I used to bullseye womp rats in my T-16 back home.. they're not much bigger than two meters.
When I told my Dad that story (as an adult), he smiled and told me he used to be able to "levitate" and still could...but that it just used too much energy for him to do it anymore (health issues). He also told me how he used to "float" down stairs when he was a kid at my grandparents farm house. So then one get-together with the in-laws, my wife used the opportunity to let everyone know she married into "cuckoo for cocoa puffs," when her sister told her she has vivid memories of doing the exact same thing as a child. "Floating" down stairs when she wanted to. When she believed she could.All I'll say is that I believe the mind is a powerful thing. It has the ability to trick/betray us...sure! Absolutely. But I think it also has the ability to do a lot more when interacting with the physical world around us than we even realize.
Mr. Pickles
Footballguy
So you're sticking with this?
The Duff Man
Footballguy
I travelled to Europe with my wife this fall and we got in a big argument. I told her I wanted a divorce. After talking it through for several days, I cooled down but we were both still angry.She went home and I travelled on to a new city to stay there for four days for work.After checking in to the hotel I unpacked and hopped in the shower to think about things. When I got out, I noticed something upside down on the desk. It was a picture of the two of us in Copenhagen the previous year, that was hanging in our kitchen at home.I cannot fathom a reasonable explanation how that picture got there other than someone telling me to work things out with my wife.
Nipsey
Footballguy
Your wife stuck it in your luggage and you unwittingly unpacked it before you showered.I travelled to Europe with my wife this fall and we got in a big argument. I told her I wanted a divorce. After talking it through for several days, I cooled down but we were both still angry.She went home and I travelled on to a new city to stay there for four days for work.After checking in to the hotel I unpacked and hopped in the shower to think about things. When I got out, I noticed something upside down on the desk. It was a picture of the two of us in Copenhagen the previous year, that was hanging in our kitchen at home.I cannot fathom a reasonable explanation how that picture got there other than someone telling me to work things out with my wife.
Frostillicus
Footballguy
No way, man. Definitely a ghost.Your wife stuck it in your luggage and you unwittingly unpacked it before you showered.I travelled to Europe with my wife this fall and we got in a big argument. I told her I wanted a divorce. After talking it through for several days, I cooled down but we were both still angry.She went home and I travelled on to a new city to stay there for four days for work.After checking in to the hotel I unpacked and hopped in the shower to think about things. When I got out, I noticed something upside down on the desk. It was a picture of the two of us in Copenhagen the previous year, that was hanging in our kitchen at home.I cannot fathom a reasonable explanation how that picture got there other than someone telling me to work things out with my wife.
Until I die. From the afternoon it happened, my memory of that experience has never wavered. Eroded a bit over time? Positively (since that is simple science...that every time we recall a memory, different connections are made in our brain which alter said memory, be it ever so slightly). But that was one of the darnedest things I have personally ever experienced.I get that from time to time, in different ways. Where it's almost like an inner voice telling me "just stop worrying/thinking and do it...you can do it." Not in the pep talk kind of way. I mean knowing and trusting that something is physically possible, even if it appears at-minimum illogical or impossible. It's the coolest thing. And no, no help from any hobs or herbs to get there either.'Mr. Pickles said:
It's like when I'm on my A+ game playing disc golf. The more I think, the worse I do. But when I just DO and not think, I can play with the best of them. The senses become very acute and "selective" (hearing only the gentle breeze even if there is some person blaring their car stereo in a nearby parking lot, things almost slowing down or fading to white in the periphery, etc.), and the body just seems to "know" what to do. The motion, the footwork, and the alleys through trees that I am aiming for just appear to almost glow. Got the same thing when I used to golf all the time. I'd be on the green with a 30 foot putt, and an almost glowing line would appear on the green between my ball and the cup. Forget the wind, forget other players talking, forget imperfections in the green's surface. All I had to do was smoothly move my putter back and then make contact with the ball...and the "line" would do the rest, almost like a magnet. But then you start to analyze and think about it? No line...no peace...no confidence...analysis paralysis. Missed putt.
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Frostillicus
Footballguy
oh man
Officer Pete Malloy
Footballguy
Please stop dragging the good name of disc golf through your paranormal bullcrap.Until I die. From the afternoon it happened, my memory of that experience has never wavered. Eroded a bit over time? Positively (since that is simple science...that every time we recall a memory, different connections are made in our brain which alter said memory, be it ever so slightly). But that was one of the darnedest things I have personally ever experienced.I get that from time to time, in different ways. Where it's almost like an inner voice telling me "just stop worrying/thinking and do it...you can do it." Not in the pep talk kind of way. I mean knowing and trusting that something is physically possible, even if it appears at-minimum illogical or impossible. It's the coolest thing. And no, no help from any hobs or herbs to get there either.'Mr. Pickles said:
It's like when I'm on my A+ game playing disc golf. The more I think, the worse I do. But when I just DO and not think, I can play with the best of them. The senses become very acute and "selective" (hearing only the gentle breeze even if there is some person blaring their car stereo in a nearby parking lot, things almost slowing down or fading to white in the periphery, etc.), and the body just seems to "know" what to do. The motion, the footwork, and the alleys through trees that I am aiming for just appear to almost glow. Got the same thing when I used to golf all the time. I'd be on the green with a 30 foot putt, and an almost glowing line would appear on the green between my ball and the cup. Forget the wind, forget other players talking, forget imperfections in the green's surface. All I had to do was smoothly move my putter back and then make contact with the ball...and the "line" would do the rest, almost like a magnet. But then you start to analyze and think about it? No line...no peace...no confidence...analysis paralysis. Missed putt.
Nipsey
Footballguy
Big difference being "in the zone" while playing a sport and doing something not humanly possible, no?Until I die. From the afternoon it happened, my memory of that experience has never wavered. Eroded a bit over time? Positively (since that is simple science...that every time we recall a memory, different connections are made in our brain which alter said memory, be it ever so slightly). But that was one of the darnedest things I have personally ever experienced.I get that from time to time, in different ways. Where it's almost like an inner voice telling me "just stop worrying/thinking and do it...you can do it." Not in the pep talk kind of way. I mean knowing and trusting that something is physically possible, even if it appears at-minimum illogical or impossible. It's the coolest thing. And no, no help from any hobs or herbs to get there either.'Mr. Pickles said:
It's like when I'm on my A+ game playing disc golf. The more I think, the worse I do. But when I just DO and not think, I can play with the best of them. The senses become very acute and "selective" (hearing only the gentle breeze even if there is some person blaring their car stereo in a nearby parking lot, things almost slowing down or fading to white in the periphery, etc.), and the body just seems to "know" what to do. The motion, the footwork, and the alleys through trees that I am aiming for just appear to almost glow. Got the same thing when I used to golf all the time. I'd be on the green with a 30 foot putt, and an almost glowing line would appear on the green between my ball and the cup. Forget the wind, forget other players talking, forget imperfections in the green's surface. All I had to do was smoothly move my putter back and then make contact with the ball...and the "line" would do the rest, almost like a magnet. But then you start to analyze and think about it? No line...no peace...no confidence...analysis paralysis. Missed putt.
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Officer Pete Malloy
Footballguy
Do you know how hard it is to side-flick a 173g XCaliber (Star plastic) 320 feet with a crosswind close enough for a drop-in? Didn't think so.Big difference being "in the zone" while playing a sport and doing something not humanly possible, no?Until I die. From the afternoon it happened, my memory of that experience has never wavered. Eroded a bit over time? Positively (since that is simple science...that every time we recall a memory, different connections are made in our brain which alter said memory, be it ever so slightly). But that was one of the darnedest things I have personally ever experienced.I get that from time to time, in different ways. Where it's almost like an inner voice telling me "just stop worrying/thinking and do it...you can do it." Not in the pep talk kind of way. I mean knowing and trusting that something is physically possible, even if it appears at-minimum illogical or impossible. It's the coolest thing. And no, no help from any hobs or herbs to get there either.'Mr. Pickles said:
It's like when I'm on my A+ game playing disc golf. The more I think, the worse I do. But when I just DO and not think, I can play with the best of them. The senses become very acute and "selective" (hearing only the gentle breeze even if there is some person blaring their car stereo in a nearby parking lot, things almost slowing down or fading to white in the periphery, etc.), and the body just seems to "know" what to do. The motion, the footwork, and the alleys through trees that I am aiming for just appear to almost glow. Got the same thing when I used to golf all the time. I'd be on the green with a 30 foot putt, and an almost glowing line would appear on the green between my ball and the cup. Forget the wind, forget other players talking, forget imperfections in the green's surface. All I had to do was smoothly move my putter back and then make contact with the ball...and the "line" would do the rest, almost like a magnet. But then you start to analyze and think about it? No line...no peace...no confidence...analysis paralysis. Missed putt.
It's not being "in the zone" like most people refer to it. It's different. And I'm not sure how to describe it. In a way that 90% of people who are primarily worried about their next beer/lay will understand it, anyway.And yes, not to answer for Nipsey, but I know how hard it is to side-flick/thumber/back-hand *anything* 320 feet close enough for a drop-in. Try 320-feet on an anhyzer S-curve with so many trees that you've got a maximum-width of 20 feet left-to-right and ~15 feet vertically at the widest/tallest point on your fairway. Where all you do is start it on its journey, and it's almost "pre-programmed" to do the rest. Following that line/rail the whole way through...moving chains on a glancing blow before it digs into a snow bank ~10 feet past the basket. Where you don't think at all. You just do your small part of knocking the first domino over. And it does the rest. Almost like being a witness to it, instead of responsible for it. Just taking joy in the fact that you were there to see/participate in it.
Anyway, WAY off-topic. I could have used experiences in the pool, or other types of activities to try and describe the feeling. But like I said, it's a waste of time, since most people never truly "see" much of anything. Impossible to do so, if their mind is closed to experiences they can't immediately explain away.
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Statcruncher
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Nipsey
Footballguy
First of all, who the hell is "worried" about their next beer or the next time they have sex? I don't know why you're getting high-handed here. I think a decent portion of the people here are open minded but you've described doing something that no human being has ever done. You've basically told people that one time you flew like Superman. I don't think people are being closed minded because they don't believe that what you said actually happened. As far as experiences that can't immediately be explained away, I'd think flying or levitating could never be explained away because it's simply impossible. Maybe what you and some in your family share is not super-human physical abilities but a genetic link in your brains that allow you to believe these events actually occurred. I'm saying I believe that you believe what you say is true. Does that make me close minded? I don't think so.
I woke up one time in the middle of the night, and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. I filled my glass and looked out the window and saw a hazy figure approaching from the side yard. After a few moments I was able to make it out as it passed in front of me. It was bigfoot riding a unicorn.
kentric
Footballguy
We own an old home (ca. 1892) and although I have never seen anyone, we have had people come by who have. One person who was working on our bathroom saw this old man looking over his shoulder. Kind of like just looking to see what was being worked on. We also had a temporary tenant who saw a little girl hovering outside her bedroom window. She didn't stay much longer. Also had a couple of other people see the young girl. Pretty freaky stuff, but as I've never seen them and they seem to be harmless, I don't worry.
