Has anything inexplicable happened to you?

In My Humble Opinion
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My whole family is crazy… err… I mean spiritual and believes in the supernatural. We’ve all had (potentially) inexplicable things happen to us.

I’m young so I’ve only had one thing happen to me that I can remember. It was my freshman year in college and I was staying up late debating theology with my deist room-mate. I took a break to go to the bathroom, and right when the conversation took a pause, I felt like the room was full of spirits. I didn’t see or hear anything, but I had this gut feeling that we were being watched by presences good bad and in-between. It’s highly probable it was just the lack of sleep fueling my imagination, but it sure was weird. When I came back from the bathroom the feeling was gone.

My dad has had at least two things happen to him. The first was when he was driving in college. Late at night at a major intersection, he was at a red light at and, as it just so happens, it turned green. The intersection was totally empty for as far as the eye could see, which was fairly far. My dad had a premonition, almost like a voice telling him to relax and not go, even though the light was green. About a half second later a car barreled through the intersection doing over 100 miles per hour. If my dad had gone right when it turned, he would most likely have been killed.

The second that happened to my dad was after he graduated college. He was sleeping when he woke up suddenly, stuck to the bed. He said it felt like a huge weight on his chest. He couldn’t move, but he wasn’t in pain and he wasn’t afraid. He hasn’t had any sleep experience like this and hasn’t since. He felt like there was a presence on top of him, and the message he got was “pay attention, for things are about to change.” About a week later, his mom died unexpectedly.

The next one is a little bit less serious, and it’s a family story. On my 14th, maybe 15th birthday, my winded up an old clock that was an antique from my dad’s grandmother. The clock was broken, and even though she had wound it up in vain hundreds of times, on my birthday it worked. It worked for almost exactly 24 hours and has remained broken since. WooOooooo~ haha.

Well that’s about it from me. Nothing that’s truly inexplicable I suppose, but, well, there you have it.

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Last January my husband and I with our son visited historic Port Arthur in Tasmania, which used to be a convict settlement, and unfortunately is also the site of the worst massacre in Australia’s history. We decided to do the ‘ghost tour’ which started at 9.00pm and comprised a walk around the building by lantern light whilst the host gave the background of the various buildings, the parsonage, the church etc.

Earlier that day, Brad told me how he had visited Port Arthur as a child with his parents, and had stayed at the motel located on the grounds, and his father had told him to run down and see if he could go on the ghost tour. Brad told me how he remembered going down a flight of stairs into a basement which was not lit, unlike the passageway leading to it. He said he felt his way along the walls and felt a pittled stone surface, like a stone table, but said that he could feel bones on it, and realised that he was probably where he shouldn’t have been, so he scarpered out.

When we were on the tour that night, sure enough we ended up under the chief medical officer’s in the ‘autopsy room’. Very weird.

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Not life or after-death visit but… as a pre-teen up until I was about 13 I had a lot of warts on my hands. If I recall correctly, somewhere around a dozen on each hand. Of course as a pre-teen I was horribly embarrassed by them and always tried to hide my hands, etc.

So my mom had met this woman, a very religious Christian, who ended up having a major role in changing both of our lives very significantly but that is another story entirely. What she did do is notice the warts all over my hands. We were staying at her home at the time and she asked if she could pray over them. I didn’t exactly “believe” in miracles or that this woudl work but I didn’t tell her no. So she prayed over my hands that Jesus would heal the warts.

Next morning when I woke up - every single one was gone. I’m now 39 and they’ve never returned, not once.

I still don’t believe in “miracles” by prayer but I don’t really have any other explanation either.

MeanJoe

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This isn’t nearly as fascinating as some of the other stories, but it’s about all I have.

Back in the 70’s I was watching a Uri Geller interview (yes, I know, he’s been debunked a zillion times) on one of those local afternoon TV shows.
He did his spoon bending routine (I think he actually bent a key) and then made another declaration: he invited all the people out there in TV land to fix a broken electrical appliance.
I happened to have a clock which had died awhile back. I retrieved it, then joined Uri in some sort of mind-meld experience. We all were supposed to concentrate together. So I sat there with my clock and thought healing thoughts of some sort.
Uri Geller guaranteed that my clock would work within the next 24 hours. It didn’t.
But some time later, a week or less, I noticed it was ticking again.
I don’t know when it began working, but I had it for many years after that.
Coinky-dink? Dunno. I really don’t have an explanation.

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Yeah, I went on a date with a psychic healer (well, she was cute but nuts, but that’s another story). I had suffered a bike injury on my elbow the previous week, and had a knot of pain in it. When I told her she did this “grab and toss” kind of manuever where she apparently drew off the pain, or whatever. The pain almost immediately went away, and never came back. I’m not a very suggestible person (or so I say)-frankly I don’t know what to make of that.

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Next time ask the right questions - Which grandpa, babe? What does he look like? What’s his name? etc
But that’s only if you really want to know.
One time when I was making the drive from Kansas to my hometown in Nebraska, along I-80… which, if anyone’s been on i-80 will understand how dreadfull the drive is…
Anyways, I was headin west and passing a semi when I noticed he was starting to merge to my lane. I figured maybe I had been in his blind spot & he didnt see me, but my initial reaction was to move to the shoulder so I didnt get hit. Of course when the tires started to vibrate (shoulder warning) I panicked and went back to the right which then started to cause a fishtail effect. I felt a hand press on my right shoulder and a man’s whisper in my ear to take a deep breath and relax. I did and all was well.

I tend to be drawn to cemetaries - especially remote & abandoned ones. I can be out in BFE and if there is a grave nearby I will find it.

I used to see things all the time. And then they put me on medicine. :smiley: (but it’s ok, I just dont tell others what I see anymore)