Yes, ACD and the fairy girls…
I am not trying to prove the existence of the supernatural, but without proof that it doesn't exist then I maintain it's possible.
The tools and knowledge available to us at present are not definitive. We have learned that many past cultures believed themselves to be at the acme of understanding, only to be credited with an amusing hubris by later generations.
Weight of belief Or disbelief is not evidence. It's only opinion, no matter the august reputation of the individual/s who hold/s it.
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Tell us your weird, unexplained or ghostly experiences.
Evidence. Clear, irrefutable evidence. Say a clear tape of a voice, as opposed to a barely discernable whisper. Actual documented production of ectoplasm. (So close. Saw a talk on it.)
And sorry but there is such a thing as an informed opinion versus a belief born of ignorance. Bibliography available upon request. A fun book to start with might be Abominable Science about cryptozoology.
Weight of evidence is how court cases are decided. Usually the rules of evidence in a court of law or a peer reviewed journal is reliable and far beyond a mere opinion.
why people believe weird things among others.
What supernatural stuff have I experienced that I can't explain? Empathy, dream calls for help, speaking to the dead in dreams, precognition (very clear dream about the flooding a few years ago. I couldn't put it in context so didn't recognize it until later)
I know there's more to our consciousness than what we've discovered so far. I think resonance has something to do with detecting things at a distance and feeling things beyond our senses. The science will catch up to eventually.
I may have written about this once already, but I'll throw it into the pile anyway:
Many moons ago, when I was a first-year college student I somehow lucked into a huge corner dorm room all to myself. Usually the corner rooms house four students, but all three of my prospective roommates ended up either not attending or had requested to share a specific room with someone they knew. So it was just me in this spacious corner palace with a view!
One night in the middle of the semester, I had a dream where I woke up in my darkened room and it was stacked ceiling-high with cardboard boxes. As I tried to work my way through the suffocating maze to reach the door, I noticed a dark figure encroaching in on me, chanting "I'm here! I'm here! I'm here!"
I woke up and thought nothing of it at the time, but when I got back from class I learned that I'd been assigned a roommate. Retroactively, I appraised the dream as prophetic. In fact, I even considered starting a "dream journal" to track these things and see how well the predictions pan out, and possibly publish them in the student newspaper I was editor of.
But as I followed my dreams, I started picking up a pattern: I tended to dream about things I had anxiety about, and the "predictions" were more just an amplification of what I was already feeling. Our brains do tend to be very active while we're asleep, working out things we weren't quite able to put together in our waking hours. Sometimes my anxiety turned out to be justified, and other times it didn't. We tend to remember the times our predictions are dead on accurate, but forget the hundreds of times they were way off.
I know there's more to our consciousness than what we've discovered so far. I think resonance has something to do with detecting things at a distance and feeling things beyond our senses. The science will catch up to eventually.
That's largely what I've been saying.
Here's a thought for you, it's based on one of my friends beliefs. Essentially he believes that there is something after death. I'm paraphrasing badly, but his logic is the energies of our brain must go somewhere and we don't know where, so an afterlife of sorts is possible. Personally I say bollocks to that as I see our brains like biodegradable computers and without the power generated by our bodies there is no energy to go anywhere and all the genetics, memories and chemicals that make us are lost, just like our sad little lives.
El Cid wrote:
I may have written about this once already, but I'll throw it into the pile anyway:
Many moons ago, when I was a first-year college student I somehow lucked into a huge corner dorm room all to myself. Usually the corner rooms house four students, but all three of my prospective roommates ended up either not attending or had requested to share a specific room with someone they knew. So it was just me in this spacious corner palace with a view!
One night in the middle of the semester, I had a dream where I woke up in my darkened room and it was stacked ceiling-high with cardboard boxes. As I tried to work my way through the suffocating maze to reach the door, I noticed a dark figure encroaching in on me, chanting "I'm here! I'm here! I'm here!"
I woke up and thought nothing of it at the time, but when I got back from class I learned that I'd been assigned a roommate. Retroactively, I appraised the dream as prophetic. In fact, I even considered starting a "dream journal" to track these things and see how well the predictions pan out, and possibly publish them in the student newspaper I was editor of.
But as I followed my dreams, I started picking up a pattern: I tended to dream about things I had anxiety about, and the "predictions" were more just an amplification of what I was already feeling. Our brains do tend to be very active while we're asleep, working out things we weren't quite able to put together in our waking hours. Sometimes my anxiety turned out to be justified, and other times it didn't. We tend to remember the times our predictions are dead on accurate, but forget the hundreds of times they were way off.
Definitely, I've never seriously researched dreams but I'm firmly of the belief that our dreams are our subconscious minds processing things and possibly emptying the recycle bin.
I've had dreams where I've sprained my ankle and woken up with ankle pain. To assume I was in pain because of the dream is daft, but if I was in pain because my ankle was in an awkward position for too long and my dreams were informed by the pain? Makes sense to me.
Genejoke wrote:
…the energies of our brain must go somewhere and we don't know where,
I mentioned energies earlier and that I think there's something to it. However, since energy is not made or destroyed, only transferred, where does the energy come from to animate the new born? My big stumbling block.
ayesinback wrote:The potential energy stored in the cells. There is no energy created or destroyed but as an open system potential energy is transferred. Every cell is a little energy factory. So there's plenty of stored energy to be shared around to activate a nervous system.Genejoke wrote:
…the energies of our brain must go somewhere and we don't know where,
I mentioned energies earlier and that I think there's something to it. However, since energy is not made or destroyed, only transferred, where does the energy come from to animate the new born? My big stumbling block.
But the further one goes down to the subatomic level things can get strange.
And of course there may be more dimensions than just four. Existence after death could be in the sixth dimension. The energies of the atoms are still there and retaining a cohesive consciousness.
Tantalizing hints and possibilities but as yet no evidence. Some say it would make things messy. Things are already messy in the universe. It may be finely tuned for what it is, but it's still messy. I mean who left all that dust and gas everywhere?
bravo1102 wrote:And of course there may be more dimensions than just four. Existence after death could be in the sixth dimension. The energies of the atoms are still there and retaining a cohesive consciousness.
a dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind
O.K., so it looks like it's just me…
My son moved back in with me, not quite 2 years ago (August)….a couple of months before that, I had an 'incident' here…
Prior to that though, about 6 months prior, I had this very vivid dream, that I was in bed, heard a noise, then saw a threatening figure in the bedroom doorway (which is always open). A total stranger, tall, dark-haired with a baseball cap.
So the incident I had, consisted of -
I was in bed, heard a noise (an internal door being quietly closed), then saw a threatening figure in the bedroom doorway ! I was silent for a sec., then yelled out, and grabbed my stick (balance problems from anti-rejection drugs) and sat up. He scarpered. He was a tall, dark-haired guy in a red baseball cap -of course- as I described to the female cop, who came and finger-printed the door knobs . He'd had my laptop wrapped in a towel, on the sofa, while he scoped the place for more goodies, but left in a hurry, so it wasn't stolen (I'm typing on it). Anyway, they got a print, but it didn't match any on the database, so he was probably just a 'chancer' .
BearinOz wrote:
O.K., so it looks like it's just me…
My son moved back in with me, not quite 2 years ago (August)….a couple of months before that, I had an 'incident' here…
Prior to that though, about 6 months prior, I had this very vivid dream, that I was in bed, heard a noise, then saw a threatening figure in the bedroom doorway (which is always open). A total stranger, tall, dark-haired with a baseball cap.
So the incident I had, consisted of -
I was in bed, heard a noise (an internal door being quietly closed), then saw a threatening figure in the bedroom doorway ! I was silent for a sec., then yelled out, and grabbed my stick (balance problems from anti-rejection drugs) and sat up. He scarpered. He was a tall, dark-haired guy in a red baseball cap -of course- as I described to the female cop, who came and finger-printed the door knobs . He'd had my laptop wrapped in a towel, on the sofa, while he scoped the place for more goodies, but left in a hurry, so it wasn't stolen (I'm typing on it). Anyway, they got a print, but it didn't match any on the database, so he was probably just a 'chancer' .
It was a MAGA hat so you can blame Trump for it, even though you're on the other side of the world, still Trump's fault.
More than 25 years ago just before I asked my then cohabiting partner to become my wife we had just gotten a great engagement ring. I came home and everything looked like it had been rifled through. We had been robbed. Turned out there was a group casing the condos to determine the residents schedule. They had a small guy who would climb in through the bathroom window and grab all the jewelry and cash in the bedroom and then leave again.
Never recovered anything and having spent all my money on that ring,the wife went and bought another herself for the engagement.
About a decade later my wife was in Walmart and came across a small bag by the jewelry counter. It was full of carefully wrapped jewelry. Nothing stolen and she turned it in to the store. After 90 days or so no one turned up to claim it so she brought it home. It wasn't our jewelry but some was platinum and it more than made up for our loss all those years earlier.
Coincidence, or did things just seemingly came full circle?
Never recovered anything and having spent all my money on that ring,the wife went and bought another herself for the engagement.
About a decade later my wife was in Walmart and came across a small bag by the jewelry counter. It was full of carefully wrapped jewelry. Nothing stolen and she turned it in to the store. After 90 days or so no one turned up to claim it so she brought it home. It wasn't our jewelry but some was platinum and it more than made up for our loss all those years earlier.
Coincidence, or did things just seemingly came full circle?
Coincidence. Karma doesn't work that way, 'cause someone else suffered B-)
I did have a little bit of luck like that, one time. It was the mid-80s… I came home from a double shift overnight on Saturday morning and my wife had this square bag she'd found behind the car, thinking a friend had left it - no they hadn't. I didn't check it out until I woke up, hours later…it had a video camera . While I was looking, the kids came in from playing on the trampoline, with a friend, who had spotted a big old jar, in the corner of the yard. The camera had a 'joint' in the side pocket. The jar had ** $153 in it.
Anyway, did the right thing and took it, with the kids, up the cop shop and handed it in. The desk sergeant enjoyed getting the young constable to count ** all the coins (so that's how I knew) and was intereted to find the joint.
Got the call, 3 months later, like you, and we went back to collect it. The kids (and friend) got $30 each….and I got to capture a lot of the kids' childhood on video…until someone borrowed it to go away, a few years later, and 'killed' it.
Buddha said, life is pain. Therefore it follows that karma is suffering because the goal of enlightenment is to break that cycles of suffering and pain in samsara and karma.
So they say. I think enlightenment is being able to see all sides of every question and to delight in just how ridiculous it all is. Life is suffering but you don't have to suffer. And That is why the sage laughs.
So they say. I think enlightenment is being able to see all sides of every question and to delight in just how ridiculous it all is. Life is suffering but you don't have to suffer. And That is why the sage laughs.
Ah, so that's what the erie noises from the herb rack are !
BearinOz wrote:Brownies and pucks. The little people are stealing your spices.So they say. I think enlightenment is being able to see all sides of every question and to delight in just how ridiculous it all is. Life is suffering but you don't have to suffer. And That is why the sage laughs.
Ah, so that's what the erie noises from the herb rack are !
To keep this alive:
I dream a lot about dead people. I was literally haunted by my father after his death. He was in every dream trying to control everything. Fortunately I am a lucid dreamer and have some control. So I went up to him and told him , "you're dead and this is my dream. I am in charge here. "
Took a few dreams but I got through to him At first it seemed like he wasn't sure he was dead. My subconscious working out my grief.
I had a good friend pass from AIDS twenty years ago. He frequented prostitutes. He's shown up in my dreams and I'd say "I've missed you George. You're dead."
He'd reply, " I know Steve, but I missed you too."
I woke up crying because it was so tender and genuine.
Another time George was there and I was having difficulties and I looked at him and said "you're dead."
"I know Steve, but I figured you could use some help."
And wouldn't you know that's what he did in the dream. He was always right there. He was like that.
bravo1102 wrote:Thanks, I've been hanging off thinking no-one was interested any more.
To keep this alive:
I dream a lot about dead people.
I had a dream in hospital, where my Scottish f-i-l very vividly told me to get off my arse, in his accent that puts at least 2 extra 'r's in that word.
I also had this odd one, before going over to see my Dad (and having had some 'episode' in hospital, prior to transplant). I was in their old living room, noting that some furniture had been moved/changed. Dad was in his chair, looking much older, and not looking at me, for some reason. My mother and grandmother (both long-dead by then) were sat on a sofa, chatting to me, as I stood with my back to the fire. Just general chat….then I said
"Why isn't Dad joining in the conversation ?", and they said "Well, he's alive, isn't he ? - So he doesn't know we're all here ! Now you carry on, and you can chat to him, when you go over".
…which I eventually did, after a transplant. He was much older-looking, of course, and the furniture was as in the dream.
His eyes, those normally droopy canine eyes were wide, and wild as I stared into them. "What is it, boy?" I asked. All Able did was bark frantically at the window. "I always leave the blinds open when it's warm, and he's never did this before", I thought. I followed his eyes out the window and saw nothing but black. After all it was 10:30 p.m. on a warm southern summer night. I managed to hide the nervous look on my face as I turned to my wife and said "maybe someone's out there." Able on the other hand was all heart. So valiant; that Boxer/American bulldog cross breed didn't know hesitation.
I grabbed his chain and we went outside into the gloom. We walked around the perimeter of my home with Able leading the way. We saw nothing. Relieved,I came back in the house and presented the case to my wife. We thought it might be a stray cat, or maybe a raccoon. I brushed it off and went to bed. On the next night; however, at the same time, 10:30 p.m., Able barked crazy at the window. We ran outside again, and again saw nothing. "Maybe he just wants to go outside and walk", I thought. So for the next 5-6 months that's the pattern we followed. He would run down the stairs and go crazy at the window at around 10:30, and I would take him outside and walk around the house and come back in and go to bed. However; one night I had a VERY memorable dream.
In the dream I walked down the stairs as Able ran ahead of me, and barked at the window, but this time there WAS a figure in the window. It was hard to make out though. I approached the window and found a very young man staring at me. He gestured me to come outside so I climbed out the window in this dream. I got a better look at him. He was all white and had Asian features.
He spoke and said, "Im lost. I'm trying to get home, but I don't know the way, but I think YOU do." "I'm from here so I can help", I said excitedly. "In what part of town do you live?" I continued. "No, I mean Heaven", he said, "how do I get to Heaven? Do you know the way?" My head dropped. As a minister I never gave anyone a map to heaven. I thought for a minute then finally I said, "I don't know the way, because I've never been to Heaven, but just ask GOD. The Bible makes mention of Angelic escorts so just ask Him. He'll come and getcha, I guess." He looked at me and immediately said "You know what? I'm gonna do that! That's exactly what I'm gonna do" He turned and began to walk away, but disappeared as he did so.
I woke up. From that time on, Able never barked at that window again. TRUE STORY
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