Recently our local paper ran a story about a massive UFO sighting that took place in Michigan in 1994. Maybe hundreds of people observed strange (and strangely-moving) lights in the skies over western Michigan over the course of 30 minutes. The mystery behind those lights is still unsolved:
I consider myself skeptical and logical about most things…but I’d love to see a real-life UFO. Or a ghost, even. (Love ghost stories - never seen a ghost.) Have any of you ever experienced something supernatural, something you couldn’t explain? Or are you like my husband, who says he’ll believe in ghosts/UFOs when they smack him over the head?
Only internal things - almost like voices, except I don’t hear them. They sometimes warn me of something or suggest something. When I “hear” them I always follow them. It could be playful (once in a rare while) or save me from something (even as mundane as a speeding ticket). I like to think at least one of my relatives is watching over me. It might not be that, of course, but whatever it is, I appreciate the moments more than I could ever explain. They’re rare moments, but definitely “something” outside of normal thoughts and always come true. My normal guesses or thoughts are like anyone else’s - maybe it’s something, maybe not and sometimes due to stress or worry. These come out of the blue and are as real as someone talking to me, except without sound.
No ghosts. No UFOs. I know some high school kids enjoy dressing up like Civil War members and pretending to be ghosts on/around the battlefield at night so others can have stories to tell…
Our loved one can “sense” things about people and read them emotionally even if they don’t talk about what’s going on with them. When she was 3, she’s come home every day and tell me how all the kids in her preschool class felt and why.
This isn’t seeing a UFO but is her ability has been useful. She has been able to warn of toxic people and we made sure to steer clear of them and protect our kids from them. It is an exhausting gift for her.
HImom, Your loved one sounds like an Empath. There is an online test by Judy Orloff that can help clarify what being an Empath means. There is currently scientific research being conducted but it is not a term largely known or researched at this point. Your description is one used frequently by Empaths. The continuum Is:
Empathy scale, Highly Sensitive Individual Scale, Empath scale.
scout59, yes I had an event in 1975 when I was living in a house that had been used as a hospital for civil war solders. A young man presented himself to me and we had a short chat. It was very real and not frightening. From 1969 to 1979 I was overwhelmed with “knowledge” of things to come. Sometimes it was a thought and other times it just popped out of my mouth. One of the most dramatic events: I walked into my office reception area and said to myself “I smell death”. I was alone in the office. The secretary arrived and the phone rang and her son had been in an accident and was not expected to live. (he did but stayed on the brink of death for days)
On a happier note I recently found a piece of paper from 1984 where I had drawn a picture of a cabin I dreamt of buying. It had great detail including odd things such as circular driveway (why this for a cabin??). Just before I found the drawing H announced that he does not believe in intuition. We bought that cabin in 1985 complete with the circular drive. The rendition was about 90% accurate. So that was a fun finding.
I think I saw a UFO one time while driving in an area of the state where there have been sitings.
I did feel certain but the emotional shock I felt made me wonder.
I had a crazy experience with my daughter when she was a baby. She was 14 months old and looked like she went into a trance while eating lunch at her high chair. I called her name thinking she was having a staring seizure or something and she said “Shhhh. God is talking to me.” After a few more minutes of staring off in space, she turned to me and calmly announced that her brother, who had died before she was born, was with God and that I didn’t have to worry about him because he was safe. She then shook her head, looked confused, and went back to eating like nothing had happened. She didn’t seem to have any understanding or recollection of what happened, or of what she said. She also had spoken in complete sentences in a way she didn’t do at that age.
The only things that have happened to me are that I’ll think of a certain person – “Gee, I haven’t spoken to So-and-So in a long time” – and 20 minutes later that person will call me.
She does like keeping her friends separated and seeing them one at a time often. She does need and cherish time alone as well as friends. She really benefits from having her own space & bedroom. Her brother is very unempathetic so they are an interesting contrast.
My Dad made the newspaper once. He was a navigator in the USAF and he observed some kind of aircraft in the sky making odd moves. He charted the movements of the thing, and said it didn’t make any sense for any kind of aircraft of which he had knowledge.
He didn’t say it was a spacecraft flown by beings from another planet, just that it was a UFO that perhaps had an explanation, perhaps not.
I believe in God as a supernatural being, and I have had many experiences involving divine intervention, but I will not turn this into a thread about religion.
I had a patient who was code blue for 15 minutes; he told me all about his near death experience: going through the tunnel, seeing a bright light, “meeting God.” It was a very comforting story imo.
In fact, I’ve had several patients mention a very bright light when they were resuscitated after a code.
It’s hard to explain for me but I have kind of a “spidey sense” when I need to be more aware of my surroundings to prevent negative things happening. I have that about people in my life too. It’s hard to explain. I also make street lights go out.
When I was 17 I was at my boyfriend’s house messing with a Ouija board with him and his mom and sister. They ran a boarding house and lived there too. Well, we contacted this “spirit” named Lily or Lola and she was nasty and supposedly died in the one room. The house was extremely old rowhouse in a city location.
Long story short, I went to the bathroom, passing the bedroom where she had died. On the way back I made some snide remark while passing the door ( who knows why I was 17!) which was right as you started down the stairs. I will still insist until the end of time that I was shoved down those steps - I felt cold hands on my back. I was not seriously hurt, but we were all terrified. Never messed with that stuff again.
We spent a month every year in August in the place where we finally purchased a vactation home. It’s a place with a very large collection of pre-Civil War homes, some going back to early 1700. One year, we rented a home that was built in 1861, which had 4 bedrooms that you reached by going up a steep stairway. My daughter and son-in-law were in the smallest bedroom near the back of the house. One night my son-in-law woke up because he felt as if someone was in the room–when he opened his eyes, he saw a small child sitting in a rocking chair next to the bed. The child was starring out a windown and rocking slowly. My son-in-law turned to w
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Son-in-law turned to wake up my daughter–he was whispering in her ear and telling her what he saw. At first, she refused to open her eyes. When son-in-law finally persuaded her to look, the apparition had disappeared. D said she felt something and that was why she wouldn’t open her eyes. Over the years, son-in-law told friends and neighbors in the area about what he saw and we heard lots of stories about apparitions/ghosts routinely appearing in old homes.
My sisters and I grew up in a “haunted” house. We all had similar experiences, but they are 18 and 19 years older than me, and they were married and out of the house by the time I was 3 years old. We started talking about the ‘episodes’ and comparing notes many years later. Our mom, a devout Catholic, always tried really hard to discount and ignore the whole thing, but that eventually became impossible. The spirits that lived in our house were, for the most part, happy pranksters that delighted in opening and closing doors, turning faucets and lights and appliances on and off, and things like that. Not malevolent at all. Before we owned a clothes dryer, my mom liked to hang the “delicates” on a clothesline in the attic to dry. We would hear footsteps and lots of giggling on the attic stairs in the night… and in the morning, it looked like there had been a party up there, with underwear and socks strewn all over the rafters. I never felt afraid or intimidated by them, and in fact, I found their presence somewhat comforting when my parents divorced, my mom got a job, and I became a latchkey kid.
That all changed during my senior year of high school. I stupidly took an occult book out from the library, and gathered a group of my more adventurous friends on a very warm summer evening for a dinner party and a seance. None of us took this seriously at all… until the room became very chilly, the candles blew out and we saw a big dark shadow. (You know… classic Hollywood seance stuff! ) This group of very intelligent, super-skeptical college-bound kids turned the lights on and quickly all found excuses to immediately head home. After that, the presence in our house seemed to be of a very different nature. I was the only one who felt it, but it made me so uncomfortable that I stayed at my sister’s house during all of my college breaks. Ed and Lorraine Warren (well respected experts) came to lecture at my college, and my sister, who had met them through mutual friends, arranged for me to have dinner with them. Such lovely, kind, “regular” people. They were very helpful in providing advice and guidance that I could actually use when I was at home. And they gave me a stern lecture for holding a seance and summoning spirits through an occult book. Most of all, though, they were really concerned when I admitted to owning a Ouija board. “A Ouija board is like a door, a portal”, they said. “You have no idea who-- or what-- may be waiting to come over from the other side.” Point taken. I learned the hard way… and that board ended up in a bonfire.
My sister swears she saw our long-dead grandfather coming toward her in Home Depot, but she couldn’t stop to talk to him because she needed to pee. Apparently, seeing ghosts is nothing special for her. If I saw Grandpa in Home Depot, I most definitely would wet my pants.
I have a loved one who fell and fractured his pelvis. The doc it’s took an X-ray and wanted to operate but the patient insisted on waiting and getting discharged. He went to a faith healer with his GF. The faith healer helped his fracture heal perfectly and despite dire predictions to the contrary, he walks without a limp.
The doctors can’t explain it. The faith healer has since died. It is said he took all other people’s burdens and it just got too heavy and he died. I don’t know details other than the hospital visits of the loved one and seeing him walk limp free after less than a year.
My now 34 yo son used to “know” things. I had a great-aunt I never met who supposedly did as well, so I didn’t think it too odd. Usually it was stuff like “I knew you were going to buy that,” or “I knew s/he was going to call.” Once he wrote on the calendar on a day many months in advance-maybe at age 9-“This is the day.” He told me he didn’t know what would happen, but it would be something big. That day my brother called to say he and his family were moving “back home” from across the country-a very sudden decision.
When he was in 6th grade, he had a dream that a little boy in 1st grade had died. When he got to school that morning, that was the announcement they all heard. When he was 13, he woke up one morning very upset and insisted I call my grandmother, who was 88 at the time to check on her. He’d had a dream and was certain she was in some kind of danger. I refused, not wanting to upset her, though I did check with my mom to see if she’d talked to grandma lately. SHE was fine, but a week later my mom passed away suddenly. Since they were always mistaken for sisters, I’ve long thought that my son just assumed he had seen my grandmother in his dream. He has never spoken about any kind of “feeling” about things happening since. If it’s possible to shut off that kind of thing, I believe that’s exactly what he’s done. He and my mom were very close and ht hit him very hard.
