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Anyone here ever have Paranormal Experiences?

TheInfamousKira

Reseterror Resettler
I have a couple of friends who insist they've had spoopy stuff occur in their presence. Like phones flying off of tables and dolls turning their heads at them and shit. Personally, the only "weird," thing that ever happens to me is I get weird feelings of dread/tension when I go to certain places randomly without cause. I know there's a camp of people who would claim that it's because I have the gift of clairvoyance and I'm seeing tragedy before it strikes or the ground I'm walking on is haunted or cursed, but like...I always go for the rational explanations to everything. For all I know, it could be super low frequencies and my ears are just like telling my brain that this shit is obnoxious, but I don't think for a second it's Casper.

I'm a fairly easy going agnostic type, but I'm definitely a skeptic on Paranormal shit. So tell me, GAF, if you believe, what are some of your experiences? And if you don't, feel free to shit post about it.

Also note preemptively, my example was just that. This isn't an advice thread. I get those feelings like once every few years, I'm not an undiagnosed schizophrenic or anything. I think.
 

kretos

Banned
i once was going to sleep and the ashtray moved by itself didn't sleep in that room for weeks

another time i cheated on my gf but it wasn't me it felt like i was possessed or out of body experience like i was watching my body but i had no control over it it was vodoo i don't know why she didn't believe me
 

NeoIkaruGAF

Gold Member
My father used to go through periods when lightbulbs would go out and stuff would fall off shelves when he'd pass by. He didn't touch anything, of course. These things would happen a bit too often to believe it was just coincidence.

GAF used to have great "paranormal" stuff threads in the past, btw. Even if you couldn't believe everything, the stories were well told.
 

QSD

Member
Only things I would characterize as paranormal are the experiences I had during a bunch of magic mushroom trips in my student years
Other that the odd synchronicity here and there I got nothing of note. I also worked a bunch of solo nightshifts in a psychiatric home, but nothing...

I have the weird feeling that I'm just not sensitive to that kind of stuff in my "natural" state of being. Like the screaming library lady in the ghostbusters could stand right next to me howling in my ear and I would never notice. I do believe that there is another "plane" of existence out there (courtesy of magic mushroom trips) but in my regular 'mode' I don't have access.
 
Nope. I grew up in a creaky old house, which my friends referred to it as the "haunted house" because of all the noises and "weird things" that would happen in the middle of the night.

...but it was nothing. Just noises from wood expanding and contracting from humidity, wind nudging the door slightly, etc. People are quick to attribute such things to paranormal activity but there's always a rational explanation.
 

MachRc

Member
Living at my parent's old house, me and my friends used to hear knocks all the time. Sometimes like two knocks.

My room was above the garage.

One day we were hanging playing games in my room I remember exactly what I was doing, the swap disc trick with the dreamcast. Tricking the game machine to think the lid was closed,
loading initially with an NTSC disc and swapping with a pal version so i can play Japanese imported games. Right after I did this,
we heard a loud single knock downstairs.

We were all alone. A few moments later, we heard another loud single knock near the stairs that led up to my room.
I told my friends jokingly it was probably a ghost trying to communicate.

My friend then knocked twice on the wall, and it knocked twice back. He JUMPED!
I have chills just thinking back about this. We both just froze there for about 10 minutes.

my 2nd paranormal experience happened about 10 years ago.
I purchased my first home a 100 year old house that I bought from a contractor who fixes and flips home.
After about 2 months I heard some knocking, but didnt really think much of it, old houses creak and stuff.
Then one morning as I woke up and opened my eyes, I saw a pitch black hooded being with no face standing at the doorway
I saw it with my own eyes this dark grim reaper looking figure.

All I remember was my heart sinking and I think I almost went into shock.
AS soon as I saw it , just like that it disappeared.

Hasn't ever happened again.
 
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Cattlyst

Member
Me and some friends once watched what we thought was a light aircraft like a Cessna slowly come down into wooded area not too far from where we were stood around hanging out. It was dark and we thought it was a crash landing so when we noticed it we stopped talking and just watched, expecting a noise or an explosion or something...but nothing. Silence. This lit up thing slowly landed in the trees and we could see it through the woods. It was just there, like moving back and forth after initially looking like a small plane falling out of the sky, white and red lights shining through...then nothing. It just went dark. Total silence, no fire, nothing. It was probably less than half a mile from where we stood. Probably about 13 at the time so we went and told my dad who went to look and couldn't see anything. Next morning we went to look...nothing. No wreckage or broken trees. So weird.

Edit: this was probably 1994 or 95. Consumer drones didn't exist and this thing was big. Like a family car or similar, hence Cessna thoughts.
 
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I had a couple 15 years ago, when I worked in a very old theatre turned bingo hall, which had apparently experienced a couple of deaths there in the past.

The first instance was just after I had arrived to work, it was 6am and I was the first person into work and the only one in the building, the only one with keys to get in, with the next people due in being the cook and cleaner at 7am, who I have to let in.
Anyway, first thing I did upon arrival was go to take a morning shit. Just as I was sitting myself down, something knocked on the stall door 3 times, enough to make it rattle. I immediately pulled my trousers up and opened the stall door... nobody is there. Went out of the toilet and looked around and still, nobody around.
I go back to the toilet for attempt number two (which you have to open two heavy doors before you get to the toilets, which each make a loud thud when they close) and once again, just as I was about to sit myself down, the same three knocks on the stall door. Again, I open it immediately and nobody is there and neither of the two access doors were opened.

Second time was a similar situation, I was only one of two people in the building as it was 7am, where I was down in the kitchen basement doing a stock count. I heard a noise at the kitchen door which then closed and it felt like somebody walked into the kitchen. I was greeted by a really potent waft of sweet perfume, which grew stronger in smell with the feeling that someone, a woman, came and stood right next to me. It really felt like I could reach out and touch someone or something and the sweet perfume smell lasted about 2 minutes. The weirdest thing is that it felt really relaxing, pleasant and a friendly vibe in the air.

I'm not really a believer in the paranormal but I, to this day still have no explanation for the first scenario above.
 
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TheInfamousKira

Reseterror Resettler
Living at my parent's old house, me and my friends used to hear knocks all the time. Sometimes like two knocks.

My room was above the garage.

One day we were hanging playing games in my room I remember exactly what I was doing, the swap disc trick with the dreamcast. Tricking the game machine to think the lid was closed,
loading initially with an NTSC disc and swapping with a pal version so i can play Japanese imported games. Right after I did this,
we heard a loud single knock downstairs.

We were all alone. A few moments later, we heard another loud single knock near the stairs that led up to my room.
I told my friends jokingly it was probably a ghost trying to communicate.

My friend then knocked twice on the wall, and it knocked twice back. He JUMPED!
I have chills just thinking back about this. We both just froze there for about 10 minutes.

my 2nd paranormal experience happened about 10 years ago.
I purchased my first home a 100 year old house that I bought from a contractor who fixes and flips home.
After about 2 months I heard some knocking, but didnt really think much of it, old houses creak and stuff.
Then one morning as I woke up and opened my eyes, I saw a pitch black hooded being with no face standing at the doorway
I saw it with my own eyes this dark grim reaper looking figure.

All I remember was my heart sinking and I think I almost went into shock.
AS soon as I saw it , just like that it disappeared.

Hasn't ever happened again.

Last one sounds like some sleep paralysis shit. You ever have any trouble with that? I get it (very, very infrequently) and it's a trip.
 
I literally called the police because my whole family heard noises coming from the beverage storage room in front of my house some 20 years ago, in the old house we lived in (it was like 3am and it was closed). We heard voices, people dragging stuff, those big commercial doors opening and closing, etc. The police came and checked and there was absolutely nothing.
 

INC

Member
Not my self, and im not a massive believer

The only story I've ever heard, was one my mum and dad told me, and they swear its true, and they had no reason to make it up, neither are believers in ghost

But

They were driving home through a country lane (common on rural UK), at night and raining, lights on full beam, and a man jumped in front on the car, they werent going fast, due to road conditions and narrowness of the lane, and both my mum and dad, shouted out/screamed. It was a man in what they said was in a rain coat. Obviously they stopped, and very shaken up, my dad got out to search, they looked for ages in the rain, there was no sign of the man, no ditches to look in, the banks were high, so couldn't of been knocked through a hedge or anything. Just nothing, no damage to the car, nothing

Both swear blind they saw a man and presumed they'd run him over, but neither recall an impact.............thats the best I have, and its not concrete, on ly the fact I know my mum, she's never exaggerated or lied about shit like this, not her personality, but thats the only real thing that makes it real to me
 
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lem0n

Member
My mom tells me that I used to walk up and down the hallway at one of our old houses when I was a kid and have conversations with myself at night, but I would be looking up and to the side of me, like there was someone there taller walking with me. I'm sure it was sleep walking. It's odd though because my mom and I are not religious or spiritual in any way. The house was also like 200 years old lol. That's all I can think of.
 

mortal

Banned
The closest thing I've ever had to a "paranormal" experience is sleep paralysis, but that's pretty much the brain hallucinating during REM sleep and being awake.
I had several episodes but it's been years since my last one.

I recall the one time I was laying on my stomach and seeing a shadowy "cloud" hovering over me in the mirror on my dresser that was facing my bed.
I couldn't move my body obviously, but man that was a strange sensation lol.

I recall another time waking up in the middle of the night and experiencing another episode and struggling to get up because my body felt heavy obviously.
At most managing to turn my head only to be met by a set of dark eyes with bright white sclera like inches away from my face staring back at me in the dark.
I closed my eyes shut and open them it was gone.

I swear the brain's interpretations can be wild when it's not getting the proper signals lol
 
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Dark Star

Member
Sleep paralysis / sleep demons. it’s the most terrifying shit ever. Like you’ll be sleeping, but you think you’re awake in bed, and you’ll feel a heavy pressure on your chest, can’t move, can’t scream. You see shadow people waking around, creepy hag in your door way, and something small shuffling under your sheets.
 

Tschumi

Member
Serious Kanye West GIF


Shit no.

Similar to the way in which I've never levitated, nor phased through a wall.

...

Btw OP, "spoopy" is genius
 
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MachRc

Member
Last one sounds like some sleep paralysis shit. You ever have any trouble with that? I get it (very, very infrequently) and it's a trip.
I read and watched YouTube videos on this. I've never had sleep paralysis before. Like someone on your chest when waking up or not being able to move. Or falling in my sleep. Nothing like that ever. It was super trippy reading and seeing videos as alot ofpeople having seen this cloaked being at the foot of their bed or a their bedroom door way.

It filled the doorway so it must have been 6 feet easy. It's one of the most scary things thT has happened to me. I am quite sure I was awake when I saw this. I couldn't have been dreaming of waking up in my room amd then being scared shitless and then waking up.
The knocking could have been coincidence. But having seen this figure with my own eyes. It was really frightening.
 

Tschumi

Member
Personally, the only "weird," thing that ever happens to me is I get weird feelings of dread/tension when I go to certain places randomly without cause.
Hmm.. Your friends are bs'ing, for starters, and it sounds like you've got a low key anxiety about something in these locations that you're misinterpreting
 

TheInfamousKira

Reseterror Resettler
Hmm.. Your friends are bs'ing, for starters, and it sounds like you've got a low key anxiety about something in these locations that you're misinterpreting

I mean, maybe. It's kind of random, though. It's not one specific place that always makes me feel like that. And I kind of have the same impression about my friends' stories, haha
 

20cent

Banned
When I was student I used to play a lot of ouija type of thing with friends (glass and scrabble letters); we had conversations and answers so precise to personal subjects from this that many of them stopped joining us.

At some point I also stopped when in the end it was just me and another guy and the letters told me something like "you didn't summon me, I'm always watching you".

But it was just one of us pushing the thing....

right?
 

Happosai

Hold onto your panties
I literally called the police because my whole family heard noises coming from the beverage storage room in front of my house some 20 years ago, in the old house we lived in (it was like 3am and it was closed). We heard voices, people dragging stuff, those big commercial doors opening and closing, etc. The police came and checked and there was absolutely nothing.
Couldn't it have easily been the owners restocking after hours? Seems like something like that wouldn't take too much of an investigation to find human activity.

I tried this stuff when I was a teenager to enter the friends. We went a period of a couple summers looking for "haunted" houses in Illinois and Indiana. I went into many of these places alone at night and never saw, heard, or felt anything paranormal. I've been to some places here in Mexico where I now live that have a haunted reputation... same deal. It's all superstition. I never got the whole 3AM is the hour of the dead. Okay, so it's 3AM in Portland, Oregon but 6AM in Portland, Maine; meaning 6AM is also the dead hour? Sorta like how the world was going to end at midnight January 1st 2000. So again, midnight in Stockton, California and 3AM in Buffalo, New York...hour of the dead and Y2K bug? What am I missing?
 
Growing up there was a derelict bluestone mini castle up in the hills that we would visit in the middle of the night when drinking and smoking weed as young teens. You had to climb over an imposing 8 foot brick wall with an iron "spike impaling style" gate to land on a lengthy crushed rock driveway in near pitch black darness, we never really thought to bring torches. My fondest memories of our intrusions were just being guided by the moonlight. Footsteps alternated between crunching underfoot and your ever increasing heartbeat getting louder within your own body. I never recall any other sounds when trekking that driveway, it was like complete silence with the exception of those two sounds. On some nights there was a chilling fog rolling down grass and moss covered stairs, they were off to the right of the driveway, leading up and away from the residence all overgrown with trees overhanging the path which simply lead to intense darkness at the end of sight. No one ever made it up those stairs to find out what was up there, it was a running bet to accomplish it alone. You didn't leave the group as there were stories of a unseen man living on his own up there who'd rack and fire a salt pellet shotgun without warning. Urban legends stuff but you weren't going to be the first one finding out if he was real or on patrol that night by doing a hero run on your own. Our prize was getting onto the porch surrounding the castle and attempting to gain access or peek through the boarded up windows and doors. There were juicer tales around the schoolyard of flickering fires and wild unhuman sounding chants from within. Simultaneously you wished to experience it while secretly also hoping you didn't. Once you made it through some brush, rather than tempt a direct path up the entire driveway, your footsteps grew silent as you were sliding between wet long grass. There were always these strange sticks and branches in all sorts of patterns but never in the same place on repeat visits and we did not once observe a fallen pile of them either. They were always present and had no signs of breakage on their ends whatsoever, it was like they just blinked into existence in that position and reassembled elsewhere everytime you visited. Some looked impossibly balanced, like they were inverted or semi-floating stacks of art. A few members of our party, especially the ones new to this weekend rite of passage would turn back or talk others into turning back as they didn't want to run the return gauntlet alone. One time we progressed to the back door of the house, a view to a run down living room could barely be seen through the tiniest of gaps from the board covering the door. The moon low on the horizon barely giving view to a rocking chair sat next to a burned out couch. Our fourth in line peeking in drew everyone's attention and emplored us to look again. Closing one eye and ignoring the rising hairs on the back of my neck I took another look. A polished wood rocking chair was undulating to and fro. It started and stopped but was alwas consistent when in motion. We observed it for a good 10 minutes more, everyone saw it. Returning to school the next week we were kings of the yard telling our firsthand experience of the castle chair.

I recall the last time we ever visited that place, dense fog and high winds throughout the entire property but calm and still just outside the gate. As if we knew something was different it took our party a good 5 minutes out the front gate to gather and muster up the courage to venture in as we had done many times before. This time there was no footsteps sounds, none from myself and none from those beside me. It was just my heartbeat deep and loud repeating over and over. When I glanced over to my best mate I will always remember his gaze completely fixated on the top right second story window as we were passing from the brush to the porch. Complete silence, glances all round between us and no one spoke a word, not a breath. The board of that window had an almost imperceivable dim purple silhouette, everyone stopped and for a moment we had become part of the landscape, forever decorative statues unmoving for any reason. The chanting started along with stomach churning sounds like animals screaming out from being slaughtered. Mumbles took over our audible focus but they were indecipherable to our ears. They weren't complete words or language, none that we could interpret anyhow. Then the banging started, a sort of muffled drumming that rythmically vibrated the ground beneath our feet. No one moved an inch, we were stuck out in the open being half crouched in a meek attempt to conceal our party and any thoughts of pushing up on to the porch were long forgotten. The colours appeared to change on the window, flickering set in; blues, reds, yellows. Sublte changes that weren't dramatic but created a curiosity to know why and how. The other boarded windows started bleeding colour through the wood, not around the edges like the first window but through the wood itself. As we collectively turned the realisation of the fog overflowing from all directions hit us. I'll always recall the moment we all dropped any sense of exploration or stealth to make our return. The fog embued light all around, bubbles of blended colours, pinpoints of light low to the ground out of the brush and anything loud dropped to total defeaning quiet. We bolted for the gate, everyone for themselves and no one stopped or even gave a look to see if others were ok.

Years later we returned during the day time. We found all sorts of mirrors and motion sensors placed throughout the property. The driveway had silver metal sorts of mirrors that pointed to sensors on the other side in the brush, invisible trip wires. The stairs had similar too. The open space between the brush and the porch had holes covered in again with dirt and more. Our best guess after this day visit was some of the earliest raves in Australia were forest/illegal raves in abandoned properties or bushlands etc. We think it was a really early form of (for lack of a better term) hippy rave back then. The sensors were placed to create a sound and light show to accompany a very odd form of music very deep in low range bass, almost unable to be heard by human ears. Well that or the alternative that we stumbled across a cult sacrifice.


Other stories include my asshat brother sleepwalking, he used to scare the crap out of me as a young kid. Back then I thought he was possessed. In Singapore our neighbours knocked on the door in the middle of the night returning him to my parents. They still don't know how he got out a locked front door that he could not reach the locks for.

Wife has sleep paralysis on and off, the common full shadowy figure with eyes standing over her and she cannot move or scream to wake me up etc. It's freaky so many have the same experiences of this, my wife didn't even know what SP was until I told her it was common and she looked it up. How are these stories always the same?
 

Tschumi

Member
I mean, maybe. It's kind of random, though. It's not one specific place that always makes me feel like that. And I kind of have the same impression about my friends' stories, haha
I mean just bring outside can be enough to send some people into a spin, just spitballin' though

I have an inherited low level heart condition called Atrial Fibrillation, I've had it fixed for years but when I had it bad my body often struggled to maintain its internal temperature and I'd randomly break out in sweats and light headedness~
 

TheInfamousKira

Reseterror Resettler
I mean just bring outside can be enough to send some people into a spin, just spitballin' though

I have an inherited low level heart condition called Atrial Fibrillation, I've had it fixed for years but when I had it bad my body often struggled to maintain its internal temperature and I'd randomly break out in sweats and light headedness~

Yeah, that's why I didn't shoot it down outright, I've actually gotten an opinion on my mental health professionally last year after some shit spiraled out of my control irl, I wasn't batshit, but prevention is the best medicine. I'm on a weak antidepressant and gabapentin for anxiety. Don't know if that's the cause or not, though.
 
Couldn't it have easily been the owners restocking after hours? Seems like something like that wouldn't take too much of an investigation to find human activity.

I tried this stuff when I was a teenager to enter the friends. We went a period of a couple summers looking for "haunted" houses in Illinois and Indiana. I went into many of these places alone at night and never saw, heard, or felt anything paranormal. I've been to some places here in Mexico where I now live that have a haunted reputation... same deal. It's all superstition. I never got the whole 3AM is the hour of the dead. Okay, so it's 3AM in Portland, Oregon but 6AM in Portland, Maine; meaning 6AM is also the dead hour? Sorta like how the world was going to end at midnight January 1st 2000. So again, midnight in Stockton, California and 3AM in Buffalo, New York...hour of the dead and Y2K bug? What am I missing?
We talked to them the following day. No one had been there.
 

SafeOrAlone

Banned
I ghosted
Me and some friends once watched what we thought was a light aircraft like a Cessna slowly come down into wooded area not too far from where we were stood around hanging out. It was dark and we thought it was a crash landing so when we noticed it we stopped talking and just watched, expecting a noise or an explosion or something...but nothing. Silence. This lit up thing slowly landed in the trees and we could see it through the woods. It was just there, like moving back and forth after initially looking like a small plane falling out of the sky, white and red lights shining through...then nothing. It just went dark. Total silence, no fire, nothing. It was probably less than half a mile from where we stood. Probably about 13 at the time so we went and told my dad who went to look and couldn't see anything. Next morning we went to look...nothing. No wreckage or broken trees. So weird.

Edit: this was probably 1994 or 95. Consumer drones didn't exist and this thing was big. Like a family car or similar, hence Cessna thoughts.
probably just a bird in a dress.
 
Fuck, reading about all these stories is creeping me out! Good thing it's still sunny. I have to remember some of these for late night hangouts so i can get a girl scared into my arms and eventually into bed.
 
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j0hnnix

Member
My mother past away 6 months ago , She had sepsis, I was taking care of her , during her last year so I had moved her in with us. I had put a fan for her that I would joke about how I got on sale at a Goodwill. After she past away I moved the fan out in the living room and sometimes at night you hear the button beep that switches the fan to cycle.

While I know it's mainly an issue with the controller in the fan. I wish it was her, sadly I am not a believer in the paranormal so my first reaction is to find the logical cause. It's always interesting to think there is an afterlife but it's difficult to believe it.
 

AzullAbaddon

Neo Member
When I was very young I remember visiting my grandparents in Iowa a few times. Each time I would often see "shadow people" in the middle of the day peaking around corners and such. When I would approach them they would duck behind the corner and seemingly vanish.

My step dad also tells a story of spending the night with some cousins and waking up in the middle of the night to see one of them off the top bunk entirely except for his hand. When another one yelled he suddenly dropped and broke his arm.
 

StreetsofBeige

Gold Member
Not paranormal, but I'm one of the unlucky ones who get sleep paralysis every once in a while. Maybe once every 2-3 months. Its not something you can plan for. It can happen any time you sleep (where or how long doesnt matter).

Oddly, sometimes I can feel it as I drift off to sleep. So when I get that bad feeling I try to stay awake.

When I'm stuck in sleep paralysis, I know I'm in it and cant move. Trying to wake up is almost impossible, even though I am awake because I can see the room Im in. I know nothing bad will go on and got to wait it out, but still freaked out thinking Jason is gong to storm in and slash me, but nothing wild ever happens. Just got to sit there. I try to wake up by cranking my neck and it kind of works but then it's groundhog day and back to square one.

When I wake up for real, there's possibility I go back into it, BUT there is a solution that works every time to prevent it. For those of you who get this and drift back into it, do this.

When you are finally conscious, change your sleeping position. Immediately flip to your other side or flip flop lying on your stomach or back. When you fall back asleep some reason getting sleep paralysis never rehappens.
 
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Paranormal(is the story of the world)? Well near my birthday to celebrate I went to a few casinos and spent a few bucks, won at all machines, small prizes but these were jackpots, Around $1400 to $1500.

Later went on to have repeated matching dice rolls against someone repeatedly. An improbable occurrence in a game.

My level of luck fluctuates, but at times is paranormal.

But on this story, we can entertain fiction












Collective false memories MANDELA EFFECT, side effect of memory manipulation skills




Animated GIF
 
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Only things I would characterize as paranormal are the experiences I had during a bunch of magic mushroom trips in my student years
Other that the odd synchronicity here and there I got nothing of note. I also worked a bunch of solo nightshifts in a psychiatric home, but nothing...

I have the weird feeling that I'm just not sensitive to that kind of stuff in my "natural" state of being. Like the screaming library lady in the ghostbusters could stand right next to me howling in my ear and I would never notice. I do believe that there is another "plane" of existence out there (courtesy of magic mushroom trips) but in my regular 'mode' I don't have access.
Again, this may not fit the definition of what some would call "paranormal" but I've had some shrooms experiences that opened up a "portal" that has still not been closed. It's not like what people would call a "flashback". (I've never taken LSD or anything other than shrooms.) It's a persistent change in my reality. On some level things are the same, but on another they couldn't be more different. I've always been pretty spiritual (not religious) and intuitive, but the things that opened to me (within) has changed how things operate without. I've always had so many synchronicities in life (see username) that pointed to the interconnectedness of all things, but they've ramped up to an insane degree and actually put me on a path (and revealed some very deep personal truths) that I wasn't anticipating at all. It's hard to explain without going into specifics, and I don't want to do that because it's a very personal matter, but I'll just say that life/experience goes *far* deeper than what it may appear on the surface - at least in my experience, which is the only experience I have to relate.
 
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I had a lot! Heard, felt, saw….
Not only me but people near me also (those are the only cases I cant explain, how someone else saw the same as me?)

still I don’t believe in ghost, demons… etc.
 

Bartski

Gold Member
I once ate so much acid I ended up transported to the very root of the fractal dimension where the architecture of all material and sub material existence was explained to me by the omnipotent spirit of all cosmos using what resembled an animated, transforming Aztec code.

Other than that, no.
 
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When I was young and we still lived in my childhood home, I had a very weird experience. It was a two-storey house and I had at the moment my bedroom on the first floor. It was in the middle of the night and I heard the clock in the kitchen making a sound that it’s 12am (midnight). Even though it was a big house it was so silent, you could hear everything. I couldn’t fall asleep. A short moment later I heard slow footsteps on the stairs to the second floor. I could hear the footsteps going up and then down a couple of times. I sat up in my bed and saw that everyone in my family was asleep. I got goosebumps. But I wasn’t afraid, for some reason I believed it was my grandmother (she passed away a few years earlier), and believing it was her I could fall asleep again. I’ve always wondered why I didn’t go and look. It probably was my way of handling it and not freak out. :messenger_grinning_sweat:
 
Again, this may not fit the definition of what some would call "paranormal" but I've had some shrooms experiences that opened up a "portal" that has still not been closed. It's not like what people would call a "flashback". (I've never taken LSD or anything other than shrooms.) It's a persistent change in my reality. On some level things are the same, but on another they couldn't be more different. I've always been pretty spiritual (not religious) and intuitive, but the things that opened to me (within) has changed how things operate without. I've always had so many synchronicities in life (see username) that pointed to the interconnectedness of all things, but they've ramped up to an insane degree and actually put me on a path (and revealed some very deep personal truths) that I wasn't anticipating at all. It's hard to explain without going into specifics, and I don't want to do that because it's a very personal matter, but I'll just say that life/experience goes *far* deeper than what it may appear on the surface - at least in my experience, which is the only experience I have to relate.
They say there is no causality behind synchronicity, but that is not what I believe, I believe everything and everyone is connected, reality is like a complex mirror structure, akin to a hall of mirrors, when you move to pick up a fallen spoon, this is reflected in the actions of a pilot over the pacific ocean. The exact details of how it all relates, and connects, still elude me, but it probably has to do with superdeterminism, everything is predetermined and choice is nothing more than an illusion, something to give comfort in this never ending prison without rhyme or reason. This is like a story, a book, ideas interwoven and making the fabric of existence, but bound to the pages and the tale that is to be told.

I too have experienced anomalous degrees of synchronicity, but beyond that I've looked within the stories of men and found similar messages, repetition within fictional stories as within reality in history, a repeating cycle, that takes place. As if honoring something or someone. To give you an example both Superman III as well as Terminator 2 have a black inventor inventing AI, the heart of AI if you know what it is, is akin to what Kang discovers in the latest marvel phase, again represented by a black man. Humanity is rumored to have originated in Africa, so the first humans likely were black, they are the ancestors, conservative and accepting of the laws of the world willing to die to defend their believes and take even physical action to defend such, while more mentally unstable indivduals have sought to change the order of the world in defiance of society and humanity even at the cost of endangering the lives of all(stuff like nuclear bomb research or ai research or bci research), with the risk of dooming all to a fate worse than death. But such is the world, sometimes some have to take risks, some times these risks pay off sometimes they don't.

There is also the red hair woman connected fundamentally to the essence of God of life and rebirth of love, Elly in xenogears, Jean in X-men, there's also pink hair with stuff like Madoka(though pink is akin to a lighter or whiter version of red.). edit ( two other interesting examples of pink hair girl in japan are sakura from naruto and the girl from shiki, both seemingly interested in one of the aloof protagonist, and playing vital roles, sakura top of waifu charts for long even in real world. edit 2 another one is mirai nikki yandere pink hair girl too edit 3 almost forgot big order with two pink hair girls from same author as mirai nikki) A few mythos may escape me. The hero's journey is reflected everywhere, even in real life, with people trying to follow their own beliefs, but mostly hindered by their flaws.



Also reading the works of some of the past master artists like Mark Twain, and Isaac Asimov, you can find a level of depth in their thought and the meaning of what they tried to convey that is enough to reflect on the greatest and most troubling aspects of truth, things that if fully grasped would bring about absolute despair, yet these people managed to grapple with such and live fulfilling lives.

But in almost any work from children's cartoons to abstract art you can find meaning, deep meaning, as it is all permeated by truth. I do believe there is order a deeper order, and I believe this order can be known. The law of change is evolution, it is at the heart of change, and it can be mathematically defined, algorithmically defined, some say even the workings of the mind might follow this law.
 
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They say there is no causality behind synchronicity, but that is not what I believe, I believe everything and everyone is connected, reality is like a complex mirror structure, akin to a hall of mirrors, when you move to pick up a fallen spoon, this is reflected in the actions of a pilot over the pacific ocean. The exact details of how it all relates, and connects, still elude me, but it probably has to do with superdeterminism, everything is predetermined and choice is nothing more than an illusion, something to give comfort in this never ending prison without rhyme or reason. This is like a story, a book, ideas interwoven and making the fabric of existence, but bound to the pages and the tale that is to be told.

I too have experienced anomalous degrees of synchronicity, but beyond that I've looked within the stories of men and found similar messages, repetition within fictional stories as within reality in history, a repeating cycle, that takes place. As if honoring something or someone. To give you an example both Superman III as well as Terminator 2 have a black inventor inventing AI, the heart of AI if you know what it is, is akin to what Kang discovers in the latest marvel phase, again represented by a black man. Humanity is rumored to have originated in Africa, so the first humans likely were black, they are the ancestors, conservative and accepting of the laws of the world willing to die to defend their believes and take even physical action to defend such, while more mentally unstable indivduals have sought to change the order of the world in defiance of society and humanity even at the cost of endangering the lives of all(stuff like nuclear bomb research or ai research or bci research), with the risk of dooming all to a fate worse than death. But such is the world, sometimes some have to take risks, some times these risks pay off sometimes they don't.

There is also the red hair woman connected fundamentally to the essence of God of life and rebirth of love, Elly in xenogears, Jean in X-men, there's also pink hair with stuff like Madoka(though pink is akin to a lighter or whiter version of red.). edit ( two other interesting examples of pink hair girl in japan are sakura from naruto and the girl from shiki, both seemingly interested in one of the aloof protagonist, and playing vital roles, sakura top of waifu charts for long even in real world. edit 2 another one is mirai nikki yandere pink hair girl too edit 3 almost forgot big order with two pink hair girls from same author as mirai nikki) A few mythos may escape me. The hero's journey is reflected everywhere, even in real life, with people trying to follow their own beliefs, but mostly hindered by their flaws.



Also reading the works of some of the past master artists like Mark Twain, and Isaac Asimov, you can find a level of depth in their thought and the meaning of what they tried to convey that is enough to reflect on the greatest and most troubling aspects of truth, things that if fully grasped would bring about absolute despair, yet these people managed to grapple with such and live fulfilling lives.

But in almost any work from children's cartoons to abstract art you can find meaning, deep meaning, as it is all permeated by truth. I do believe there is order a deeper order, and I believe this order can be known. The law of change is evolution, it is at the heart of change, and it can be mathematically defined, algorithmically defined, some say even the workings of the mind might follow this law.


If you ever doubt in the reality of synchronicity, just delve into the i Ching deeply - or study Jung. In my experience all things are contained/reflected in *all things*. There is a mirroring of everything within everything.

I've spent so much time investigating this subject because of my own experiences. This was a particularly fascinating read:

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