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Post by mnn2501 on Aug 21, 2018 20:24:58 GMT
OK, so who has had something weird happen to you that you can't explain - and are willing to share with others? I'll start.
Back in the late 80's I lived in Wisconsin just a few miles from the Minnesota border, in fact I worked in St Paul Minnesota at the time. I would drive Interstate 94 and cross the St Croix river at Hudson Wisconsin to get into Minnesota.
One fall day, I remember seeing a large ball of flame going through the sky in Wisconsin before I got to Hudson. (meteor?or....?) I don't recall it landing, I only remember it going through the air, then the next thing I remember, I am in the parking lot at work, some 20 minutes past where I saw the fireball.
Nothing on the news about it, no signs of fire or explosion, nothing reported at all. Was I asleep when I drove in and dreaming? Was it aliens and my memory was erased? It was during the day and it was a busy stretch of highway, so others should have seen it too.
What happened in those missing 20 minutes?
I have no explanation - it's always bothered me.
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Post by TxGal on Aug 21, 2018 20:32:10 GMT
This thread is kinda weird. My neighbor and I were JUST discussing this very thing. 😮
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Post by mnn2501 on Aug 21, 2018 20:38:57 GMT
This thread is kinda weird. My neighbor and I were JUST discussing this very thing. 😮 Unexplained things? or.....? |
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Post by TxGal on Aug 21, 2018 20:41:37 GMT
Sorry, typing on my phone and "bumped" the post button I guess. Anyway, while we both hold on to certain conspiracy theories but his foil hat has a much bigger brim than mine ifykwim.  Anyway he was telling me about the fireball thing. He sees them here occasionally and tries not to go out when it's dark because of it. Mentioned some pact made with aliens that Nixon or Johnson(?) signed for tech knowledge. First I'd heard of it but an intersting conversation just the same. |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2018 22:58:48 GMT
I was going through my divorce. Staying at a friend’s house. Woke up in the middle of the night and there was a woman with white/grey hair up in a bun kneeling at the foot of the bed, praying. I remember thinking “I’m laying to close to the edge” and rolled over. At that moment I came completely awake and looked again.... Nothing.
I can still see her. No idea who she was. Maybe she was praying for me or maybe I got a glimpse through the curtain that separates us. I don’t know.
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Post by Ozarks Tom on Aug 22, 2018 1:07:16 GMT
Mowing the pasture one day I noticed a bluebird sitting on a T-post. As I mowed up the fence line I saw it move from post to post just up ahead of me, watching/looking at me. For no reason at all I said out loud "Hi mom, I'm doing alright." It flew off after about four posts, happy I hope.
My premonitions haven't always panned out, heck, anyone want some Enron stock? But, one day many years ago while in an unfriendly area I heard a voice that said "step back." I stepped back without thinking about it, it was a command. In less than a second after stepping back behind a tree I heard the "snap' of a bullet breaking the sound barrier just in front of me, then I heard the report of an AK-47. When everything calmed down I told the guy next to me I appreciated his warning. He looked at me like "what?", and said he hadn't said a thing.
The arrogance of thinking we should be able to explain and understand everything that happens to us is astounding. I don't really think of myself as "big, dumb, and happy" but I am happy to leave some things to personal interpretation as to their origin.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2018 1:37:53 GMT
Mowing the pasture one day I noticed a bluebird sitting on a T-post. As I mowed up the fence line I saw it move from post to post just up ahead of me, watching/looking at me. For no reason at all I said out loud "Hi mom, I'm doing alright." It flew off after about four posts, happy I hope. My premonitions haven't always panned out, heck, anyone want some Enron stock? But, one day many years ago while in an unfriendly area I heard a voice that said "step back." I stepped back without thinking about it, it was a command. In less than a second after stepping back behind a tree I heard the "snap' of a bullet breaking the sound barrier just in front of me, then I heard the report of an AK-47. When everything calmed down I told the guy next to me I appreciated his warning. He looked at me like "what?", and said he hadn't said a thing. The arrogance of thinking we should be able to explain and understand everything that happens to us is astounding. I don't really think of myself as "big, dumb, and happy" but I am happy to leave some things to personal interpretation as to their origin. that was God talking to you, Tom! Glad you listened and heeded that warning.
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Post by joebill on Aug 22, 2018 1:51:30 GMT
My life has been so filled with blessings that I absolutely do NOT deserve and absent so many injuries and misfortunes that I absolutely DO deserve that I consider it all unexplained and unexplainable.
I am grateful and mystified and …….did I mention grateful?....good......I gots nothing else.....Joe
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Post by DEKE on Aug 22, 2018 5:28:59 GMT
one day many years ago while in an unfriendly area I heard a voice that said "step back." I stepped back without thinking about it, it was a command. In less than a second after stepping back behind a tree I heard the "snap' of a bullet breaking the sound barrier just in front of me, then I heard the report of an AK-47.
{deep, but friendly voice which for some reason makes you feel warm and safe}
Tom, send DEKE a big check
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Post by blackfeather on Aug 22, 2018 19:15:40 GMT
On the way home from work, I drove the route so often that I had all the stop lights timed. As I approached the one light I was counting off the seconds till it turned green pacing my speed so I wouldn't have to stop. Just then this young man stepped off the curb and walked across the road in front of me as the light turned green, I had no choice but to slow down so I wouldn't hit him, just as I was about to speed up and travel through the intersection a car ran the red light side. If he hadn't stepped off and walked in front of me I'd have been hit hard. So I looked back in my rear view mirror to see this young man and there was no one around anywhere.
My wife had a case like that except the car that was going to hit her passed right through her vehicle both unharmed.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2018 1:44:50 GMT
Lynn and I have been friends for over 30 years. She's still back in Ill-annoy. We talk rarely, send birthday and Christmas cards, and she's the kind of friend with whom you pick right up, even if it's been a year since you last spoke.
Monday night, I had a dream about Lynn. Her mom and sister were also in the dream. I haven't seen her mom or her sister, Val, in over 10 years. The dream was not earth shaking, no big happenings, just chit chat, and that was all.
Next day, there was a padded envelope in the mail. It was from Lynn. A lovely card of encouragement, and a hand-crocheted doily her mother made back in 1953. Lynn knows I love textiles, and she was going through a mess of hankies and doilies her mom gifted to her.
<shrug>
I've also known about things that happened before I was told about them. I hate that, because a lot of the time, it's bad news. Like the time when I was 11, and the phone rang. Before Mom answered the phone, I said, "Oh, no! Mr and Mrs G were in a fire, and Mr G is dead!"
They were, and he was.
Creepy. I don't like it one bit. The whole family is like that, to one degree or another. Mom says it's because we're Celtic.
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Post by joebill on Aug 27, 2018 13:55:47 GMT
My Dad always knew when somebody had died, but back then nobody thought too much about it. We were pretty much surrounded by things we could not explain and readily accepted them at face value. Only later in my life did our fresh crop of "enlightened" start thinking everything on earth was explainable by mortal knowledge and reason.
Looking back on those times, it seems fantastic to me that my Mother told me, with a straight face, that my second grade teacher, Miss Swineheart, could cure the wart on my finger. It was summer, so no school, but my Mother was a volunteer at the local "sorta library" and ran into Miss Swineheart there on a regular basis, so she made us a date to drop by the lady's house on a Saturday morning to take care of that wart. After the lady had rubbed the wart a bit, mumbled something I could not understand, told me it would go away now, soon, my Mom asked her if she would ever teach somebody how to do that, since she could not last forever, and the woman told her "No, Frieda, I could only teach it to my own daughter and I will never have a husband, let alone a daughter, so my part of it will die with me".
Wart was gone soon after and nobody thought a thing about it.
All of that generation of my family considered themselves to be devout Christians, but at the same time had a long list of what we consider to be "superstitions" today.
Don't carry a hoe though the house
Don't let a rocking chair rock with nobody sitting in it
don't walk under a ladder
pinch of salt over the shoulder
knock on wood
The list was nearly endless......Joe
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Anyway he was telling me about the fireball thing. He sees them here occasionally and tries not to go out when it's dark because of it. Mentioned some pact made with aliens that Nixon or Johnson(?) signed for tech knowledge. First I'd heard of it but an intersting conversation just the same.
