Mind Blowing Experiences, the Unforgettable, the Inexplicable and the Weird.

[Trisher]

This thread is for sharing all those experiences that you would have a hard time getting people to believe but that actually happened to you. You may even have a hard time believing it yourself.


I was in the Preseli Mountains on a dull day and lying down on a huge Blue Stone rock with my eyes closed. Suddenly through my closed eyes I saw bright light and thought the sun was out. Upon opening my eyes I saw that it was not out. The light was in my head. I repeated the opening and closing of eyes several times but no..the light was definitely in my head and the Preseli stone was transmitting into me and possibly waking up the Pineal. These rocks are known for raising vibration and also for cleaning all neg vibes from the body.
For those of you who have not heard of the Preseli mountains I have included the video below. :flower:

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[Did You See Them]

Thanks would love to visit.

[Bill Ryan]

See also this thread!


EXPERIENCERS: Sharing, Exploring, and Learning Together (http://projectavalon.net/forum4/showthread.php?105066-EXPERIENCERS-Sharing-Exploring-and-Learning-Together)..

...where a bunch of Avalon members, including yours truly, have shared some pretty remarkable (and sometimes near-unbelievable) personal stories.
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[Mark (Star Mariner)]

So many. That's not a boast just a reality. Not all of them were good experiences either. I'm sure many on the forum will know what I mean.

I'm sure I've shared this encounter before somewhere but I couldn't find it. This was the first (that I recall) of many consciously aware, wide-awake UFO sightings – nearly all of which went on to span the entire 1990s. A very strange time for me.

I refer to the notes in my old journal where I recorded each and every sighting/experience.

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December 12th 1989. The time is approximately 8.45am. I am driving to work. The location Bedminster, Bristol, UK. The weather is grey, overcast, damp, cold. Typical English fare. No precipitation.

The rush hour traffic is particularly bad this morning. Cars are moving very slowly. I round a bend and get on the narrow three-lane bridge over the train track.

(You can see this bridge in the background of this image):

https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/e/e8/Parson-Street-Station.jpg

As I enter the bridge, a dark object comes into view overhead in the middle-distance. It is hovering directly over the road no more than a few hundred feet up. It is dark against the cloud base, almost a silhouette, but in the grey light I can see enough detail to pick out its metallic construction. There is a faint gleam to it. It is like no aircraft I have ever seen, because it is unmistakably round.

What I am seeing is a classic flying saucer. The most classic flying saucer you could ever imagine. Think George Adamski, Paul Villa, Billy Meier. This is like something out of a 50s B-Movie.

The traffic creeps forward a few yards, and the saucer is still sitting there perfectly still. But what I cannot understand is that no one else around me seems to see it. I am in the right-hand lane of a three lane one-way road. We're all facing in the same direction, so it's impossible that they cannot see it. Look up! Look up! I'm shouting in my mind. But no one looks up, no one sees.

Then things get very strange. I do not know what happened, how, or exactly why, but I'm no longer in my car. I don't remember getting out, but I'm now standing on the pavement (sidewalk). No cars are moving, but if they abruptly did start shunting forward I would be blocking traffic. I don't even think about that – I don't care. I'm standing at the side of the road with my hand over my eyes staring at this magnificent object hanging in the sky. It is perfectly silent. I remember pointing, hoping to draw attention to it. But no one is paying any attention to it, or paying any attention to me at all. Now I become aware that I don't hear car engines any more. It's as if the world freezes, everything and everyone in it, except for me and the UFO.

I cannot account for what exactly happened next, but I am then aware of viewing the craft in a completely different part of the sky. I have no memory of seeing it move. Now it's behind me, down the road the way I had already come. It has changed shape – or it is another craft. This is no longer a saucer but a cylinder. It has the shape of two soup cans stuck together end on end, connected by a narrower cylinder in the middle. It gives off a red/orange glow. Slowly, it begins moving away from me in a westerly direction.

After what seems like minutes watching it (it was probably only seconds), the sound of traffic and a world in motion reaches my ears again. I jump back into my car and resume my journey to work – and for the rest of the day I feel like I am floating.

For illustrative purposes I got on Google Maps/street view, and found the exact spot this experience occurred. I borrowed some stock cgi UFO image to superimpose. This is pretty close as a "representation" of it. In '89 there was no dumb contra-flow bus lane, this was all one-way. I was in the right-hand lane, and that is the very pavement/sidewalk I was standing on while pointing at the object.

Today, every time I drive over this bridge, which is occasionally, I think of that object, that experience, that morning. It is etched in my mind forever.

Photoshop Mock-up
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For the record, I got to work on time, so there was no missing time. Yet I still have many questions: why/how no one else saw it, why/how I got out of the car (with no memory of doing it); the world slowing down/stopping; the UFO being in front of me (east), and then behind me (west) in the blink of an eye; the UFO being initially a saucer then inexplicably a weird reddish cylinder.

This doesn't end here (it all begins here). Upon leaving my workplace that night at approximately 5.30pm, I was crossing the carpark on my way to the car, when a large, brilliant, pink light descended out of the clouds and hovered overhead, a little to the north. I rushed back inside, up the stairs, to find a workmate who I knew was still there. I was desperate for a witness. I ran to a north-facing window on the second-floor, but I already knew what we'd see. Nothing. It was gone.

So began a wild journey of discovery, outward and inward. Life would never be the same.

[Brigantia]

Thank you for posting Trisher; I love the Preseli Mountains, I used to live near there and you've brought back some lovely memories (none so magical as yours though!). I find Wales generally to be a very magical landscape, even little streams that trickle down the hillsides seem to sing. I'd sit beside one for a while, absorb the magic and all my cares melted away.

Pentre Ifan is an awesome site to visit; the academics say it's a burial site - pull the other one, it's a portal.

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[Anka]

A year ago, late autumn, I used to go to the garden in the evening to look at the sky, I usually like to do this alone, it is a kind of meditation, in fact without wanting to meditate necessarily, maybe more a contemplation .Sometimes I have headphones in my ears with the music I like, sometimes when the wind blows, I like to listen to the sound of the leaves from the trees on the hill, they have a certain song sometimes.

I had the camera with me, and I was going to photograph any event that might happen, because some time ago, I had seen a ufo very close.
So I walked over the grass, trying to follow the next star that would appear in the order I knew, "on my piece of sky" here. And I didn't expect anything to happen, so I enjoyed the cold, fresh air.
I looked across the sky for a while, thinking of poems and what else I would like to write, thinking compassionately of a friend's sick little daughter, wishing with all my heart for her healing in the most positive way. I somehow knew that nothing is lost and that there is hope for her.

Cassiopeia is a constellation that always catches my eye, I don't know why, but that night, it was brighter than ever, as if someone was simply shaking the stars so that they could shine brighter, and I was thinking in a beautiful positive (imaginative) way :
what if I disappeared and I could dissipate right in the middle of it(?)... and I closed my eyes feeling it in a way that was hard to explain, but apparently easy to do.

For me it has to do with a free will, not being afraid of death or life (too long for a philosophy) but the "feeling" is short.
At one point I opened my eyes and from its center, a light appeared, similar to the other lights that stop in the sky above the garden most of the time, and intensify in luminescence.
This light was very orange instead and I had never seen orange before, so I said with all admiration, "Oh but how beautiful you are!":flower:
And slowly the light gradually began to increase, I did not know if it was approaching, or just increasing, because somehow in its brightness I could not appreciate the distance. The fact that it began to increase, gave me a pleasant emotion as if the light somehow felt my positive energy and was trying to greet me, so I felt the need to raise my right hand and say, "Welcome!":heart:
It was just incredible and I was amazed...
While I stood with my hand up and had the feeling of joy that the light "responds" to my emotion, it kept growing and at one point I was almost certain that it was approaching me.
All this time I completely forgot that I have the camera, in fact I am almost convinced that I did not hold anything in my hands.

I lowered my right hand, and the pleasant emotion of joy turned into a few uncertainties in thousands of seconds, because that light that was actually in the sky, so ...surely somewhere far away, had begun to become a kind of object in close proximity - somehow in air, and it had grown to about the size of a full moon, but it was no longer in the sky, it was on its way to me, coming through the air directly at me. And it shone so perfectly in the orange color of the glow, not the color.

So seeing her so close to me, I took a step back and because the light was still getting big I took another step back because somewhere in myself, I felt the imminence of some kind of impact, so I was extremely terrified-confuse in a very, very short time, and I screamed so loud that my echo was heard over the hill behind the house and my husband heard me from the house from a great distance with music in his headphones at maximum.

The problem is that just when I heard myself screaming, I was very sorry I did it and the light went out and, I was sorry it went out, it was a pretty confusing emotion terribly pleasant imminent that it gave me an extremely relatively positive state, thinking that I would have to reevaluate the potency of my heart in terms of instinct and understanding of events, but for that I have to think more, which I know is a process.

It's easy for me to believe what happened to me, and for those who wouldn't believe me, I'd say they shouldn't believe me, I'd rather say they should experience it themselves.:flower:

[Johan (Keyholder)]

Thanks for telling that experience Anca!

And what happened to me, 31 years ago, is so “close” to your experience that it is incredible (well, this thread is a good place to relate these events!).

It happened on the 2nd of December 1989. It was the month after the “Iron Curtain” fell. On vacation in Thailand, I was on a night train from Chiang Mai to Bangkok. The train was an old one but nice one. The wagons were separated by a short platform, like you sometimes can see in old Western movies. You could actually stand on them, in between two carriages.

Sleeping in a berth in the train, around 11 pm I started to feel feverish. But I was not ill at all. I can’t say what actually happened, it was one of these few times in my life where there was some sort of spontaneous energy-surge in me and of which I have no idea where it came from. I felt as if I was in another state of consciousness (no other way to describe it) and around midnight I felt I should go outside and “get some air”. Now, on this train I could actually do that. I walked towards the next wagon, and stopped on the connecting platform between the two railway carriages and took some deep breaths.

The scenery was beautiful, a very clear sky, beautiful mountains and pitch dark. I looked up at the stars. When I was a kid, about 10, astronomy was a hobby of mine (I always liked “the stars”!). The constellations were familiar to me. While looking up, suddenly a “beam of light”, orange colour (!) came from the sky towards me. It “entered” my body where the third eye is. And then went straight through me, to disappear in the ground (on the moving train). It only took a second, probably less. The feeling was not unpleasant and possibly the strongest “energy boost” I ever received.

The fever was gone. I felt “normal” again. Then I looked up to the sky, to see where that beam had originated. And yes… Cassiopeia it was! It puzzled me. But – of course – I never forgot that experience. About 11 years later it would bring me in another incredible situation (but that is yet another story).

It would be interesting to know if other people on PA have had similar experiences, like you and me.

To illustrate what happened to me, I can show this drawing: (from this website Dickian Gnosticism – The Exegesis of Philip K. Dick. (wordpress.com))

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That is exactly what happened, only the colour was different (not pink, but orange).

Maybe you know who the man in the picture is? I always felt “a close relationship” with him and he had quite an unusual life too (P K Dick).

So, thank you for telling us about your experience. Both our experiences seem to fit in with a Shakespearean saying:

There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
- Hamlet (1.5.167-8), Hamlet to Horatio

[Trisher]

Thank you for posting Trisher; I love the Preseli Mountains, I used to live near there and you've brought back some lovely memories (none so magical as yours though!). I find Wales generally to be a very magical landscape, even little streams that trickle down the hillsides seem to sing. I'd sit beside one for a while, absorb the magic and all my cares melted away.

Pentre Ifan is an awesome site to visit; the academics say it's a burial site - pull the other one, it's a portal.

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Thank you Hikerchick. I have been to Pentre Ifan a few times and like you I believe its a portal. A friend of mine was sitting next to it eating lunch and happened to look up at the sky. There he saw two planes go into a cloud and then nothing emerged. My friend states that a large ball object emerged from the cloud after a couple of minutes and rapidly zoomed off in another direction and disappeared from view. The planes had vanished.

Things like this nudge reality into another level.

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[Karen (Geophyz)]

Years ago, I was at Mesa Verde as a graduate student. I was with a group. I was sitting on a rock at the cliff edge watching the buzzards hover on the thermal, taking pictures. The people in my group all told me later that I simply disappeared. One minute I was there, thinking, watching, hearing people talk and the next minute I was gone. Everyone was hunting for me, they thought perhaps I fell over the edge, park rangers were called. People were searching. I never moved from the spot I was at I just went to a different time and spoke at length to an old Indian there. Then I came back. My professor, fellow students, and the park rangers were completely freaked out. There I was sitting on the rock where I had been. At first my professor accused me of some sort of stunt. But he knew that wasn't my style. I have 2 close friends who were on that trip who occasionally bring it up and ask me again what really happened. I will go back there soon to that spot and sit.

[Zirconian]

Enjoying this thread.:flower:

About 10 years ago, myself and 2 friends decided we would have an evening meal at a restaurant situated in a nearby harbour.

We decided that we would walk to the restaurant which took us through a pathway near some woods.

After an enjoyable meal, we headed back. One of my friends, I would describe as very elemental, almost as if she was on a visit in human form from the world of nature spirits. She has much love for animals and nature.

It was dark on our walk back and the pathway was poorly lit by the new moon. We were finding it difficult not to stumble on tree roots and stones. Suddenly, the ground lit up with numerous small flame like lights, as we walked they continued to spark into life, illuminating the pathway back like christmas lights on the ground.

I stopped and bent down to view one of these lights and indeed it was like a miniture flame cradled in the grass. Of this reality but not of this reality.

Eventually, they just disappeared. We were very much in awe. The experience was enchanting and magical.

I do feel the lights were connected to my friend, as there are many tales I could tell of my times with this nature spirit.:flower:

[Bill Ryan]

Enjoying this thread.:flower:

Do also read this one, which is very similar (but in a members-only section), has 195 posts, and features some most, most extraordinary personal stories.


EXPERIENCERS: Sharing, Exploring, and Learning Together (http://projectavalon.net/forum4/showthread.php?105066-EXPERIENCERS-Sharing-Exploring-and-Learning-Together)

(http://projectavalon.net/forum4/showthread.php?105066-EXPERIENCERS-Sharing-Exploring-and-Learning-Together):flower:

[EFO]

Zirconian,with your lights you made me tell one of my stories related to lights.

I was in the army January 1989 and I was detached from one military unit in Retezat Mountains to an other military unit in the same mountains but 20 km far away.I tried to catch the bus who transported the night shift to work at 8:00 PM,but I lost it,so I start marching towards my new unit.After about 3 km it start snowing calmly with small snow flakes.I said to myself that will be no problem with the snow wearing heavy winter gear.But step by step,the snow started to fall more heavy and the snow flakes become bigger and bigger so bigger that I always have to clean my gear from snow.

Walking with my head down protecting my eyes I saw that the snow reach the top of my boots making the walking harder and I thought that I didn't walk to much.Having all kinds of thoughts in my head and making a plan how to reach to the unit before the wake up call and protecting my sight,all of a sudden everything around me was lit in a diffuse but clear yellow-ish golden light.I tried to look around and I saw the trees,the snow,the walls of the valley and the river,things that I didn't saw them due to the snow and darkness only knowing that are there and following the road.I couldn't look up because of the snow flakes.

First thing I remember is me entering in the civilian colony where my unit was.Second thing I remember is me on the unit hallway knocking on a door and a soldier open it and remained petrified letting the door open and all of a sudden the other seven sleeping soldiers waking up and telling me to come in.I entered in the room and I took off my gear and I fall asleep until evening.

After I woke up,they asked me who I am and from where I came.I told them and they told me that they tried to wake me up and even the Commanding Officer of the unit tried but they didn't manage.

Not even today I don't know what happened from the moment I saw that light and I reach the door or how I reached to the colony,but the comrades told me that I knocked at the door at 5:00AM and I slept until 6:00PM - thirteen hours.I didn't asked them why they were so astonished seeing me there and why all of them woke up and inviting me inside.This is my story.

The single sign that I have form that night is that if I stay to much outside during winter on my right side of the lower lip will always have a crack which will heal if I stay in warm place or inside,otherwise is an open wound.

[9ideon]

I have a question about a general meaning of a possible encounter some years ago and I have never been able to answer the question or got anyone to answer it for me.

My friend was at a dinner party in where Indian food was eaten and the volume of drink was very apparent. The host and the invitee(s) were all good friends and the evening was a serious blast.

My friend was to plastered to go home at the end of the evening, so he and the Host decided to drink more and my friend would sleep on the couch with a very aggressive Cat who for some reason liked my friend.

My friend passed out and the Host went on to do some crap in the kitchen, before he went up to the Wife in order to sleep the night and part of the morning off he noticed that there were two Women looking at my friend sleeping from the opening of the door to the living room, the host mentioned that they were making sure he was alright. Obviously there were no corporal Women in the house besides the Wife.

When my friend woke up, got some coffee, the Host told him what happened. Obviously my friend had questions, but the Host told him that although he sees those things he is able to close himself off, perhaps drink made that harder that day. He therefore refused to answer any more questions leaving my friend with a frustrated feeling of been shown a present but not getting it.
In the years to follow the Host refused to talk about it eventually changing his tune to "I cannot remember that", they never spoke about it again, the friendship is still there but they moved to different countries in the meantime.

My friend just wants to know what that meant and who they could have been, at the time his Mum was still alive so was one of the Grandmothers, the other one had passed, but he did not have any contact.

When he was a Kid he lived in a haunted house where even the Skeptics had seen and heard things that freaked them out, (obvious light switches and footsteps on stairs behind). My friend self saw flying fish, when drinking from fountain at night it felt like hairs would be drunk instead of water. Toy cars with plastic windows (no moving parts except wheels) in the shower, when wet the window wipers would start moving. Recurring Horror nightmares and attempts on life. One resulted in Death and back from it (unexplained witnessed by my friends Old man, eyes broken and all that), with head on floor (fell of steep ladder to attic) and hairs up against a standing up iron (yes was on floor), less than 1cm back and the iron would have gone through skull). He told me many more things about that house, it all seemed to have ceased when they moved away.

The story with the two Women alerted him, but he never got a serious answer and obviously it's not something one brings up in conversation.

I figured asking here is the only way to figure out if those two Women stand for something known, speculation never helped anyone, if any of Ye have a logical explanation, even some old story to back it up, I might be able to rest at least one of the Demons (no pun, lol) hunting my friend.

[EFO]

I have a question about a general meaning of a possible encounter some years ago and I have never been able to answer the question or got anyone to answer it for me.

My friend was at a dinner party in where Indian food was eaten and the volume of drink was very apparent. The host and the invitee(s) were all good friends and the evening was a serious blast.

My friend was to plastered to go home at the end of the evening, so he and the Host decided to drink more and my friend would sleep on the couch with a very aggressive Cat who for some reason liked my friend.

My friend passed out and the Host went on to do some crap in the kitchen, before he went up to the Wife in order to sleep the night and part of the morning off he noticed that there were two Women looking at my friend sleeping from the opening of the door to the living room, the host mentioned that they were making sure he was alright. Obviously there were no corporal Women in the house besides the Wife.

When my friend woke up, got some coffee, the Host told him what happened. Obviously my friend had questions, but the Host told him that although he sees those things he is able to close himself off, perhaps drink made that harder that day. He therefore refused to answer any more questions leaving my friend with a frustrated feeling of been shown a present but not getting it.
In the years to follow the Host refused to talk about it eventually changing his tune to "I cannot remember that", they never spoke about it again, the friendship is still there but they moved to different countries in the meantime.

My friend just wants to know what that meant and who they could have been, at the time his Mum was still alive so was one of the Grandmothers, the other one had passed, but he did not have any contact.

When he was a Kid he lived in a haunted house where even the Skeptics had seen and heard things that freaked them out, (obvious light switches and footsteps on stairs behind). My friend self saw flying fish, when drinking from fountain at night it felt like hairs would be drunk instead of water. Toy cars with plastic windows (no moving parts except wheels) in the shower, when wet the window wipers would start moving. Recurring Horror nightmares and attempts on life. One resulted in Death and back from it (unexplained witnessed by my friends Old man, eyes broken and all that), with head on floor (fell of steep ladder to attic) and hairs up against a standing up iron (yes was on floor), less than 1cm back and the iron would have gone through skull). He told me many more things about that house, it all seemed to have ceased when they moved away.

The story with the two Women alerted him, but he never got a serious answer and obviously it's not something one brings up in conversation.

I figured asking here is the only way to figure out if those two Women stand for something known, speculation never helped anyone, if any of Ye have a logical explanation, even some old story to back it up, I might be able to rest at least one of the Demons (no pun, lol) hunting my friend.

I'm not sure if this will help,but I can related to non positive events described.

In 2016 and 2017,among other events,there were some events,that in the first time annoyed me and for example,my car's wind shield cracked staying in garage or the 25 litres compressor was broken or an unplugged electric water boiler burned out.As I'm used with strange events and happenings,I let the things "flow" not giving them to much attention only acknowledge them and after on insignificant such event I launch a question in thin air:"This is all that you can?" and I laugh of the situation and since then none of such things happened.

The more deeper an individual is looking on one side or an other the more events happened as such according to its desire.We also have strange sounds in the house and on our property,but we took them as they were,mostly like testing us in different ways available for our awareness,but it doesn't work.

[Trisher]

I have a question about a general meaning of a possible encounter some years ago and I have never been able to answer the question or got anyone to answer it for me.

My friend was at a dinner party in where Indian food was eaten and the volume of drink was very apparent. The host and the invitee(s) were all good friends and the evening was a serious blast.

My friend was to plastered to go home at the end of the evening, so he and the Host decided to drink more and my friend would sleep on the couch with a very aggressive Cat who for some reason liked my friend.

My friend passed out and the Host went on to do some crap in the kitchen, before he went up to the Wife in order to sleep the night and part of the morning off he noticed that there were two Women looking at my friend sleeping from the opening of the door to the living room, the host mentioned that they were making sure he was alright. Obviously there were no corporal Women in the house besides the Wife.

When my friend woke up, got some coffee, the Host told him what happened. Obviously my friend had questions, but the Host told him that although he sees those things he is able to close himself off, perhaps drink made that harder that day. He therefore refused to answer any more questions leaving my friend with a frustrated feeling of been shown a present but not getting it.
In the years to follow the Host refused to talk about it eventually changing his tune to "I cannot remember that", they never spoke about it again, the friendship is still there but they moved to different countries in the meantime.

My friend just wants to know what that meant and who they could have been, at the time his Mum was still alive so was one of the Grandmothers, the other one had passed, but he did not have any contact.

When he was a Kid he lived in a haunted house where even the Skeptics had seen and heard things that freaked them out, (obvious light switches and footsteps on stairs behind). My friend self saw flying fish, when drinking from fountain at night it felt like hairs would be drunk instead of water. Toy cars with plastic windows (no moving parts except wheels) in the shower, when wet the window wipers would start moving. Recurring Horror nightmares and attempts on life. One resulted in Death and back from it (unexplained witnessed by my friends Old man, eyes broken and all that), with head on floor (fell of steep ladder to attic) and hairs up against a standing up iron (yes was on floor), less than 1cm back and the iron would have gone through skull). He told me many more things about that house, it all seemed to have ceased when they moved away.

The story with the two Women alerted him, but he never got a serious answer and obviously it's not something one brings up in conversation.

I figured asking here is the only way to figure out if those two Women stand for something known, speculation never helped anyone, if any of Ye have a logical explanation, even some old story to back it up, I might be able to rest at least one of the Demons (no pun, lol) hunting my friend.

This is not an answer to your friend's question mad scientist but really just to illustrate how much we really and truly are not alone. A few years ago I met someone who gave very unusual and accurate readings. They delved deeply into the realm of spirit and several dimensional aspects of lives. This person constantly saw spirit Beings and Helpers everywhere and had to tell these otherworldly Beings to leave her alone as she needed her space and not their help at times of the day when she needed to rest. She proved their existence over and over with information that her helpers gave her which was sometimes very mundane and sometimes extraordinary. I have also seen babies watching "invisible" things in the room as they go by and smiling and laughing to "invisible" stimulation.
We have no idea just how much our space is shared by other Beings. I once used a divining rod and asked the rod to point out any Beings in the room. It pointed out 11 Beings.
One thing I am sure of is that other dimensional Beings will not usually get involved unless we ask them directly and specifically for help. I find myself just thanking them for being there some days and if I am tuning in will feel the rush of gratitude coming back from them. :heart:

[Zirconian]

In these difficult times, I've been greatly inspired by certain posters.
Ratszinger posted this remarkable story

https://projectavalon.net/forum4/showthread.php?113837-Quick-Kundalini-Awakening&p=1407371&viewfull=1#post1407371

In addition, amongst many other uplifting threads EFO and Anka's threads are a joy.

EFO posted this

https://projectavalon.net/forum4/showthread.php?111680-Dive-with-music-into-bliss-and-peacefulness&p=1406997&viewfull=1#post1406997

The power of the prayer reminded me of an experience about 2012.

My then partner's son had been diagnosed with lymphoma. No treatment was working. One hope was a stem cell transplant. However, the feeling inside my heart was he really may not make it.

I prayed and prayed and prayed. I felt an answer. It felt like an upliftment in my heart.

The son did recover after a long night of the soul.

A few years later, my partner was still recovering from the shock of it all and just could not accept all would be well. We went on a trip to Barcelona and visited the segreda familiar

http://image.shutterstock.com/image-photo/barcelona-spain-february-10-2016-260nw-1336744421.jpg

After a tour we sat down in the middle of the basilica for quiet contemplation.

When we left my partner told me he had asked spirit that if his son is destined to die, could he take his sons place.

Spirit answered in direct communication with words............"it doesn't work like that".......

What followed was a 10 minute explanation of the soul as an infinite consciousness and that human consciousness is just one small part of a vast consciousness.

Needless to say when outside we both had to sit down to take it all in.

Later that day, we came out of another basilica and stood on the steps, all of a sudden the music "Oh come all ye faithful," came on from the ipad my partner was using to take photos. It was loud. We just looked at each other, a little embarrassed, as all eyes were upon us.

Two years ago, my partner at the time became a grandad. His son was told that his treatment would mean he was infertile.......he obviously wasn't.:heart:

[EFO]

In these difficult times, I've been greatly inspired by certain posters.
Ratszinger posted this remarkable story

https://projectavalon.net/forum4/showthread.php?113837-Quick-Kundalini-Awakening&p=1407371&viewfull=1#post1407371

In addition, amongst many other uplifting threads EFO and Anka's threads are a joy.

EFO posted this

https://projectavalon.net/forum4/showthread.php?111680-Dive-with-music-into-bliss-and-peacefulness&p=1406997&viewfull=1#post1406997

The power of the prayer reminded me of an experience about 2012.

My then partner's son had been diagnosed with lymphoma. No treatment was working. One hope was a stem cell transplant. However, the feeling inside my heart was he really may not make it.

I prayed and prayed and prayed. I felt an answer. It felt like an upliftment in my heart.

The son did recover after a long night of the soul.

A few years later, my partner was still recovering from the shock of it all and just could not accept all would be well. We went on a trip to Barcelona and visited the segreda familiar

http://image.shutterstock.com/image-photo/barcelona-spain-february-10-2016-260nw-1336744421.jpg

After a tour we sat down in the middle of the basilica for quiet contemplation.

When we left my partner told me he had asked spirit that if his son is destined to die, could he take his sons place.

Spirit answered in direct communication with words............"it doesn't work like that".......

What followed was a 10 minute explanation of the soul as an infinite consciousness and that human consciousness is just one small part of a vast consciousness.

Needless to say when outside we both had to sit down to take it all in.

Later that day, we came out of another basilica and stood on the steps, all of a sudden the music "Oh come all ye faithful," came on from the ipad my partner was using to take photos. It was loud. We just looked at each other, a little embarrassed, as all eyes were upon us.

Two years ago, my partner at the time became a grandad. His son was told that his treatment would mean he was infertile.......he obviously wasn't.:heart:

Your story will help a lot of people!Beautiful story!

Indeed it doesn't work like that.I would add that is not complicated,but sometimes is not meant to be understood on spot.More details and events has to occur during time to finally understand or at least have a glimpse of what supposed to mean.

[Zirconian]

Thanks EFO:flower:

It was posted with the intention to inspire. We are living in tricky times. However, there is always help, when sought from the heart.

Same for truth, a passion for truth will always lead you through deceptions and there are many in this world.

Wisdom seems to reveal itself with profound simplicity when a person is merged with the light in their heart.

I love it when somehow everything aligns and people have a such a helpful spiritual experience that ripples out and inspires others.:heart:

[ian33]

..too many experiences in this relatively long life
..i will share one i had whilst living in the tibetan town of mcleod gange near the residence of the dalai lama
..i lived there in the winter and spent a month in a meditative state a lot in my room
.i was up the mountain with a long set of big stone stone steps winding down to the distant road to the town..one day i was in an especially meditative state as i left for town continuing prana meditation as i came down the rough stone stairway..i was feeling light and started to bounce down the steps, my steps/stride getting longer and longer as i seemed to start to float in a slow bouncing manner..as i reached the bottom road i continued bouncing along in long floating effortless manner, still centered on my slow steady long breathing(like i many years later saw in such movies as crouching tiger hidden dragon)..as i floated along a mile or two into town touching ground occasionally, i saw the bridge at the edge of town, so i slowed gently to a normal walk..there were 2 monk like tibetans on the bridge, who were bowing and clapping their hands, smiling and saying very good, very good..i carried on and never mentioned my experience to anyone as it just seemed so normal in the state i was..i just assumed i was channeling the energy of the place, in my open state...lovely location most memorable...

[Anka]

A few years ago, after a hot summer day, I went out in the garden (after 11 pm so that there would be no mosquitoes), to enjoy with my husband a glass of cold juice and the coolness of the evening quite pleasant.

He had a professional laser with which he occasionally showed me something "unusual in the sky", or I was talking about constellations, anyway the bats enjoyed the light up in the air.:) When we wanted to go in the house, when we entered the yard there was a fairly large line of light and my husband asked me "What's that?" and I, who saw her, joked and said, "Maybe it's a ghostly replica of Darth Vader's sword," and he said, "Go home and get the camera," which I did.

When I returned, there were several lines of light above him; the lights had a kind of brighter "strong" point that passed from one end of the line to the other, and the light at their ends ended somewhere in the dark. I tried to film them but they didn't appear in the film, so I tried different shooting versions and managed to "catch" them with a flash.

The thing was, the lights had formed a kind of grid approaching our heads,
so we both had to lie on the back of the trunk of an older car in the yard, so we could see them "from below." :)
As I was lying on my back, I couldn't help myself and I reached out and ran my fingers through them, the light didn't stop but didn't reflect in my fingers either (hard to explain), I had absolutely no strange feeling. . It all lasted a few minutes (I think) and I managed to take one last picture when the last light goes away rising to the sky. In the photo I also caught something that I personally call "my old white dragon" (I have some photos with him, it is a very benevolent and beautiful presence) and some orbs as there are extremely many here (I take them as an extension of nature, since I only have these eyes with which I cannot see everything, but often i see them, are like "butterfly invasion").

After that, of course my husband and I had a lot of "assumptions" but I'm convinced that they can't be close to the truth. So, after all, it was "pleasant" but I didn't understand anything.
Maybe the assumption was that I just didn't necessarily make sense of it. But the feeling was common: "That of a kind of geographical-energetic design, a kind of stationary mapping" but I can still be sorely mistaken. It's over anyway.

Over time, we gathered quite a lot of evidence, and tried to communicate it to the competent institutions, but we received an evasive response without professionalism, at least the interviews were below the level of "kindergarten" even if our collaboration of It was more efficient than their procedures, I'm very glad I didn't succeed, because now I feel like I should tell people instead.:flower:

Maybe I said before, I have many experiences just like many people, and I don't want people to believe me, I want them to experiment instead, to see for themselves.:heart:

https://i.postimg.cc/DwSPN5cM/dragon-orb-and-line.jpg

[Ravenlocke]

One unforgettable experience that happened to me was drowning in a river except someone else drowned. It happened many years ago when I was in my twenties. I was a passenger in a car. My partner and I were on our way for an appointment with a tax accountant. We were driving uphill in the countryside and I got a good view of the fast swirling river down below. It had rained the night before and the river was swollen, and running fast. I no sooner thought to myself the river looked too dangerous to go near it and I found myself in the river trying to stay afloat but I couldn’t and I couldn’t breath. I kept struggling but to no avail. I started to breath but it was water filling my lungs and I was panicking and choking and scared.
Then suddenly it got quiet, peaceful, the water became clear and I could see this beautiful light above the water, I wanted to go to it. As I started to I found myself back in the passenger seat of the car. I wondered if I had just dreamed this whole incident up.
That evening on the news we heard that there had been a drowning at the river. I was shocked and felt guilty.. maybe I caused it...I never told anyone and it took me years to even admit or even accept what I had experienced that day.
And why me..I don’t know.

[Bill Ryan]

One unforgettable experience that happened to me was drowning in a river except someone else drowned. It happened many years ago when I was in my twenties. I was a passenger in a car. My partner and I were on our way for an appointment with a tax accountant. We were driving uphill in the countryside and I got a good view of the fast swirling river down below. It had rained the night before and the river was swollen, and running fast. I no sooner thought to myself the river looked too dangerous to go near it and I found myself in the river trying to stay afloat but I couldn’t and I couldn’t breath. I kept struggling but to no avail. I started to breath but it was water filling my lungs and I was panicking and choking and scared.
Then suddenly it got quiet, peaceful, the water became clear and I could see this beautiful light above the water, I wanted to go to it. As I started to I found myself back in the passenger seat of the car. I wondered if I had just dreamed this whole incident up.
That evening on the news we heard that there had been a drowning at the river. I was shocked and felt guilty.. maybe I caused it...I never told anyone and it took me years to even admit or even accept what I had experienced that day.
And why me..I don’t know.Thanks so much for sharing that. :heart:

Offering my opinion here, if I may, I'd gently suggest that you never caused anything. It was a spontaneous bilocation.

Remote Viewer Lyn Buchanan describes very much the same thing that happened with a trainee remote viewer he was supervising. The young trainee was remote viewing someone who had died in a mudslide.

In the session, the young man began to choke and struggle and experience exactly what his unfortunate target would have been suffering. Lyn brought him out of it quickly, and the young man was very shocked.

Here's the section from his book, The Seventh Sense (https://www.amazon.com/Seventh-Sense-Secrets-Viewing-Military/dp/0743462688). You might find it extremely interesting.

:flower:

~~~

Years later, I was teaching an intermediate class in San Francisco, and one of the students wanted to experience accessing a target person to the point of “getting sucked in.” I had firmly resisted allowing him to do that. He just was not experienced enough.

I had repeatedly warned him and the entire class that, when the target is a person, you “Describe, don’t try to access.” That is, you should describe the person in terms of physical appearance, location, work habits, dress, mannerisms, and such outward things as would be of interest to the police or anyone trying to find that person from a witness’s description.

You should never get into that person’s mind. In the training stage, no student is experienced enough to handle the dangers posed by CRV [Controlled Remote Viewing] when it is used for doing psychological profiling, mind reading, or even the shallower personality assessment.

But this one student persisted in his desire to experience “getting sucked in.” I knew that sooner or later, he would try it on his own, when there would be no one there to get him out of it.

It was a fairly large class, so I had the students working in groups of three. Each group would have a viewer, a monitor, and an onlooker. The CRV process looks different from each position, so rotating people through the positions lets them get a more well-rounded understanding of it.

Because the class was larger than usual, I was going from work group to work group, answering any questions they might have, kibitzing, watching for errors, and correcting potentially bad habits. In general, I was making a nuisance of myself with all that teaching, while they only wanted to “nail the target.”

I was working with one group while at another table, the viewer had finished his session, and now the job positions for that group rotated. The woman who would now be the monitor came up to me and asked, “I brought a target from home. Can I give that to the viewer?”

“Sure,” I answered. By the intermediate course, the viewers should be able to handle just about any kind of target, so whatever it was, it would probably be good training. I continued going from group to group, and even went by that table a couple of times.

I had not seen the target yet. I was interested in students keeping the proper work structure and habits. I was not concerned about how well they were on target or off target, so it was not necessary for me to see the target.

A few minutes later, the woman who had brought in the target rushed up to me and said that I had better get over to their table quickly. Something was wrong. I looked over to their table and saw that the student who had wanted to “get sucked in” was rapidly doing just that.

I rushed over and grabbed the target. It was a picture of a man being swept away in a watery mud slide and fighting in vain to keep from drowning. People on the sides of the flow watched in helpless horror as the man swept rapidly by them, fighting for his life. The student viewer was gasping and choking and struggling for his every breath.

I did something at that point of which I am not particularly proud, now that I look back on it. He was in a total panic, and finding it hard to breathe, but I knew that he was only in the very first stages of getting sucked in. He had been badgering me relentlessly for quite a while to allow him the experience, so I decided, “OK. You asked for it — you got it.”

I knew that I still had plenty of time to pull him out of it. I would not let it go too far. I had enough experience, both with the process and with him as a student, to see when his “too far” point would be. So, I let him continue to fight for survival.

Through his struggles, he continued to try working the session. This is one of the standard aspects of getting sucked in. The target becomes such an attractor that the viewer cannot bring himself to quit viewing. It can quickly become so strong that a viewer will face even death (which, by the way, I do not think is possible — we’ve never tried it that far), all the while grasping frantically at the target to experience it more and more and more.

My student clung to the target for dear life, even after (he would later tell me) he had become convinced that he would not live through the session. He kept getting sucked farther and farther in, until I could see the “too far” point approaching. At that time, I took over his session and got him out of it.

All the other students had stopped their sessions and were standing around aghast. They were afraid that he was having a seizure of some kind. When I pulled him out, I made him end the session, so that he would not start viewing and get sucked in again.

People who get sucked in often cannot resist rushing back into the danger which can do them so much harm. When he had calmed down somewhat, I told him that he had finally had the experience he desired. I turned to the class and told them that this is what getting sucked in looks like, and that if they wanted to experience it, too, they should do so now, instead of waiting until they got home with no one there to help them.

For some strange reason, no one else wanted to have the experience. For the one student who had experienced it, it was not something he wanted to repeat.

[Ravenlocke]

Hello Bill,
Thank you so much, I very much appreciate your input and kind words.
Wow that’s what happened to me, “spontaneous bilocation”. I have to get this book now because I need to know...because...

It happened again a few years after this episode, when my car was stolen one night, except I saw what happened. I thought I was having a dream, but I was in the thief’s body looking through his eyes, feeling his excitement mixed with fear. It was a guy and he didn’t wear glasses but I do and I saw clearly with his eyes.
He had hid against a wall of an apartment building that was across from the apartment building I lived in and watched me park the car and go inside. He had a car key that fit the lock and the key also started the car. It was a Toyota and apparently Toyota keys weren’t hard to get then, late eighties.
The next morning I forgot about it, got ready for work and I was baffled when I walked over to my car spot and no car. I looked at the ground, no broken glass so it wasn’t broken into, the car should be there.
I did report it stolen and I got it back three days later. When I went to the impound place, 80 miles away, there was a key in the ignition which I gave to the police, a mountain of cigarette butts in the ashtray (I don’t smoke), and several empty whiskey bottles on the floor of the passenger side. But I never saw the “guy” or what he looked like. And I only recalled the “dream” after I got my car back.
Since then I haven’t found myself in other peoples bodies that I can recall. I’ve been able to just be a watcher on the side.
One of my earliest recall was witnessing a young woman being taken by small aliens with the grey skin, skinny and bald. That was very frightening. I found myself in this woman’s apartment, her name was Mary.. something. She had dark long hair, brown eyes and she couldn’t move ..she was paralyzed, very frightened but awake and she saw me. She could move her eyes and she looked at me, she was terrified..she was sitting upright on her bed, and I was frozen too and couldn’t help her and scared too. Then I saw these aliens, they saw me and ignored me, and then these stairs appeared in the apartment and they took Mary on a stretcher up to the roof.
I somehow found myself on the roof but they were gone and the roof looked more like an open field. There was a rectangular box in front of me maybe made of stone only three feet high and I remember thinking, “they left the needles on the ground and the children might get hurt if they picked them up”. And I heard children laughing but I never saw them.
I then woke up in my apartment in the dark, and thought I had a scary dream. I tried to quickly go back to sleep and forget what I had just “dreamed”.
A few years later around 1993, I got the book, Communion by Whitley Strieber and I remember when I started reading the part about the abduction, I felt such a deep terror, I stopped reading and got rid of the book. It brought back my memory of that night that I had witnessed and remembered how helpless me and Mary had been. They can take you anytime and you cannot resist or escape them, that’s the worst part.
I never knew what happened to that woman Mary or who she was or if she went missing, or if it really happened, and I never told my family about it either. I’ll leave it there..who knows...

[Vicus]

I dint t Know if my "tale" here right is. Well ,I was in Spain , I must drive from Alicante to -Elche, something like 20 Km .
All this way with old trees on both side between 2 meters. I drove a mini cooper 900 , and my ex a Panda (fiat) .
I try to drive in the back from my ex , but there was no place available, that was rush hour, and everybody stay super close together.
Well, I drove straight , and waited when a free place right may be...
And its came like should came... A very large and big truck in front of me...
I make peace with myself, no fear , no regret...it was what it was...and then...I saw him...it was like" He" toke charge on the wheel,(like the phantoms twins in Matrix 2 movie) today I could say it was my Upper me...in fraction from a second I" found" a left way and I drove with every craft tour left...
I was angry that my car took a Little boil , that's all .Maybe some one hear hat similar experience or otherwise... For me was 100 % my upper selbst, the all knowing, and I saw him...
It was no drama for me, like everything daily , not big deal, like... so what?.
this wasn't the only spooky "event" in my life..
I saw my ex terror face in between , and then when , I talked to her , she cant to realize what she saw...
she was Out of her what so ever ...
I began to realize, that I was protected, why or for what , I don't have any clue...

maybe some one here can bring one or two "enlighten "...

[Victoria]

Vicus,

Maybe you have not yet met your purpose in this life? I feel that we may have many unseen hands who help guide us and that sometimes, we happen to catch a glimpse of them (or of our true potential and abilities) during split seconds of crisis. I'm glad you were both safe through that experience!
:flower:

I have a really weird, not amazing or extraordinary, just plainly bizarre experience that came back to mind several days ago...

Sometime in the early 2000s(?), I was driving up A1A from Miami to Atlanta. I had a fairly strict time constraint and found myself slightly off course, passing through the small town of Christmas, when I noticed a black and white cow on the side of the road.

It was upside-down on its back, with it's legs stiffly held in the air. I had never seen anything like that and circled back around to get a better look, thinking maybe some college kid had stolen a Chick-Fil-A plaster cow model as a prank.

No, much to my dismay, it seemed to be a real cow on its back with her soft tail on the ground. I circled around again and started to feel a little frantic. Frightened even, which didn't make sense. It was mid morning and a sunny beautiful day. There wasn't a single other car on the road with me.

As an animal lover, I constantly stop during road trips to move those creatures that have been hit out of the road, or to check if they are still alive and need help. Yet, in that moment, I started to panic instead and could not force myself to pull over to inspect the cow more closely.

I just kept circling around and becoming more and more anxious. Was it alive? Was it dead? Is that what cow tipping looks like? I had absolutely no idea.

I started to feel guilty for not getting out. I also just wanted to leave as fast as possible, but felt wretched for the poor animal. Finally, I drove a slight distance down the road to a wooded area and pulled over to call the nearest animal shelter and report the cow. The lady who answered seemed incredulous about what I was saying and didn't offer any assistance, or seem to care.

So, I called my aunt in another state who worked with an animal protection group there, to see if she could help me look up a better option. For some reason, I felt compelled that this cow was still alive and needed help, but I just could not look directly at it.

She gave me the number for an Orlando animal rescue. When I called them, they asked all the expected questions: time, exact location, full description of the animal, whether anyone else had seen it, etc. They requested that I stay there until someone could arrive.

I explained that was not possible because I had a deadline to meet, but that the cow was definitely there and I would be happy to sign any paperwork necessary, if they would email it to me. Feeling like I had successfully and somewhat responsibly addressed the problem, I drove on.

Two hours later, I received a call from the FBI. They wanted to know where I was and why I left the scene. What scene? Why was the FBI asking me about a cow on the side of the road? I panicked and hung up. I may have even thrown the phone out of the window.

They called several times to my parents' home looking for me in the following days, but I never returned their calls. :facepalm: I can't even begin to explain my strange reaction.

This event was almost forgotten completely until it came to mind again the other day...and I am still puzzled why the FBI would be so persistent about what was likely a dead and bloated cow on the side of the road.


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[onawah]

A weird synchronistic incident which I think is worth sharing.
I am reading the new novel, "Blue Skies" by one of my favorite authors, T.C. Boyle.

See:
(https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/62586053-blue-skies

"From best-selling novelist T. C. Boyle, a satirical yet ultimately moving send-up of contemporary American life in the glare of climate change.

Denied a dog, a baby, and even a faithful fiancé, Cat suddenly craves a snake: a glistening, writhing creature that can be worn like “jewelry, living jewelry” to match her black jeans. But when the budding social media star promptly loses the young “Burmie” she buys from a local pet store, she inadvertently sets in motion a chain of increasingly dire and outrageous events that comes to threaten her very survival.

Blue Skies follows in the tradition of T. C. Boyle’s finest novels, combining high-octane plotting with mordant wit and shrewd social commentary. Here Boyle, one of the most inventive voices in contemporary fiction, transports us to water-logged and heat-ravaged coastal America, where Cat and her hapless, nature-loving family―including her eco-warrior parents, Ottilie and Frank; her brother, Cooper, an entomologist; and her frat-boy-turned-husband, Todd―are struggling to adapt to the “new normal,” in which once-in-a-lifetime natural disasters happen once a week and drinking seems to be the only way to cope.

But there’s more than meets the eye to this compulsive family drama. Lurking beneath the banal façade of twenty-first-century Californians and Floridians attempting to preserve normalcy in the face of violent weather perturbations is a caricature of materialist American society that doubles as a prophetic warning about our planet’s future. From pet bees and cricket-dependent diets to massive species die-off and pummeling hurricanes, Blue Skies deftly explores the often volatile relationships between humans and their habitats, in which “the only truism seems to be that things always get worse.”

An eco-thriller with teeth, Boyle’s Blue Skies is at once a tragicomic satire and a prescient novel that captures the absurdity and “inexpressible sadness at the heart of everything.”)

It's a depressing theme of course, but for those who appreciate good writing and sardonic humor, this book is typical of Boyle's genius wit, and also very timely.

Moving on, I also just started watching Star Trek/ Picard/ Season 1 which so far appears to be centered around a supernova event in the Romulan system that destroys their planets.

I have been focusing a lot on the reports about the geomagnetic pole reversal/12,000 solar cycles, and have been posting them regularly for a couple of years now here: https://projectavalon.net/forum4/showthread.php?107798-Geomagnetic-Reversals-and-Ice-Ages
...about the kind of disasters that micronova events from our own Sun seem to cause periodically, and so that subject is something that is generally on my mind in any case...

And though I didn't know it when I checked out the novel or started watching the new Star Trek series, both are focused on such disasters.
But the really weird synchronistic happening that struck me dramatically enough to write about it is that the old classic song once sung by Bing Crosby "Blue Skies" is re-recorded and played in Star Trek/ Picard. See:
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...And again, "Blue Skies" is the title of the apocalyptic novel by T. C. Boyle.

I think that song is going to be running through my mind ad nauseum for a while....

[Icare]

An underwater lake with liquid so dense the submarine bounced off its surface.

Weird

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[Patient]

One unforgettable experience that happened to me was drowning in a river except someone else drowned. It happened many years ago when I was in my twenties. I was a passenger in a car. My partner and I were on our way for an appointment with a tax accountant. We were driving uphill in the countryside and I got a good view of the fast swirling river down below. It had rained the night before and the river was swollen, and running fast. I no sooner thought to myself the river looked too dangerous to go near it and I found myself in the river trying to stay afloat but I couldn’t and I couldn’t breath. I kept struggling but to no avail. I started to breath but it was water filling my lungs and I was panicking and choking and scared.
Then suddenly it got quiet, peaceful, the water became clear and I could see this beautiful light above the water, I wanted to go to it. As I started to I found myself back in the passenger seat of the car. I wondered if I had just dreamed this whole incident up.
That evening on the news we heard that there had been a drowning at the river. I was shocked and felt guilty.. maybe I caused it...I never told anyone and it took me years to even admit or even accept what I had experienced that day.
And why me..I don’t know.

Wow...I had a similar experience in a river. There was a few of us on inner-tubes going down this river. The idea was to get out before the faster rapids. I wasn't paying attention and I ended up going into the heavy rapids. My inner-tube flipped over and I found myself pushed to the bottom and I was banging off of the rocks on the bottom. Then everything went still and looking up I could see what looked like the sun through the water - it looked beautiful and I no longer felt any pain (from hitting the rocks) and I just laid there in total peace. The next thing I knew I was kneeling on the river bank puking up water and some man had his hand on my shoulder. He gave me a pat on my shoulder and walked away.

I would have drowned if it wasn't for that stranger. But same as you - looking up a the sun (or just a bright light) in total peace. Except I didn't have time to reflect on going to it as I said the next moment I was on the river bank.

[SoulValor]

Two hours later, I received a call from the FBI. They wanted to know where I was and why I left the scene. What scene? Why was the FBI asking me about a cow on the side of the road? I panicked and hung up. I may have even thrown the phone out of the window.

They called several times to my parents' home looking for me in the following days, but I never returned their calls. :facepalm: I can't even begin to explain my strange reaction.

This event was almost forgotten completely until it came to mind again the other day...and I am still puzzled why the FBI would be so persistent about what was likely a dead and bloated cow on the side of the road.


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Hi Victoria,
when I first read that you saw a cow upside down the first thing that came to my mind were cattle mutilations...

Now I'm not sure if in the typical case they drop the cow off in a way that it lies flat or whatever or - sometimes (like in your case) - upside down. They probably don't care anyway.

So this could explain why
a) you were so scared of it (maybe the UFO or whoever the culprits were were still around (on a different plane))
and b) why the FBI got involved.
And c) why you were scared to talk to them because who knows if they were/are involved at some level too.
Just be happy you didn't get any visitation by Men in Black. :wacko:

Do you think I could be right in my assessment? Is it possible that the cow was mutilated in any way because you wouldn't have been able to see those parts? (tongue,eyes,genitals,etc) Your spooked out feeling kind of speaks to this I think.

[shaberon]

This event was almost forgotten completely until it came to mind again the other day...and I am still puzzled why the FBI would be so persistent about what was likely a dead and bloated cow on the side of the road.



Here is one kind of opposite.

When I was a kid, there was a rite of passage called "training wheels".

The little kids had to learn how to ride a bicycle on the street with training wheels. The first one I got did not come with these, and it was sitting in the yard and got stolen by the garbage collector along with the rest of them in the neighborhood, but we never got it back.

So I went on time-delay until we got another one, I got the hang of it, and "graduated" to the "big kids" who could ride everywhere. That is what we did, all over the place. It was great! But you don't see them now.

I lived on "the edge", so to speak, where I could ride one way and enter the community, or, the other way was mostly just a few roads through the woods, which were commonly used as dumping grounds for couches and washing machines and whatever, right there on the side of the road. Most of the speed limit signs were riddled with bullet holes and shotgun pellets, and clear areas were party zones where people consumed mass amounts of drugs. This, to me, is "normal".

I could go about a mile down a dirt road to a small bridge over a muddy creek. One day, myself and a friend rode out to the creek, parked, and walked into the woods along the creek.

We went, I would say more than fifty feet but less than a quarter of a mile, and, lo and behold, right there beside the creek was a dead cow.

The nearest...anything...was probably our houses about a mile away. Any farm would have been probably two or three miles the other way. Not much reason a cow could normally get here. If you can't ride a bicycle down there, you can't drive a truck and dump a cow. And if you had dragged it from the roadside, this would have been quite difficult, and there were no obvious signs that such a large carcass had been pulled through the vegetation.

My friend was, perhaps, a little more morbid than me, and came up with the idea that we should attempt our own "cattle mutilation".

So we went to pick up some knives and saws, which were only about a mile away, which took twenty minutes or so.

When we got back, the cow was gone.

[Victoria]

Shaberon, wow :shocked: Once you experience something like that, it's hard not to wonder if this kind of thing happens (mostly unnoticed) all around us, all the time? How many abductions or mutilations or disappearances occur just beyond the edge of everything that is normal? Maybe like Soul Valor suggests for my experience, in yours something might have been happening that your conscious senses didn't recognize, but which your friend's subconscious mind picked up on as an inclination to mimic/do.

I have thought and thought and thought about what happened to the cow that I saw, since writing that post...and truly feel there may have been a cattle mutilation in progress, because no matter how much I wanted to help the cow, or look more closely... I just couldn't..I couldn't do it. It was as if the cow was illuminated (at least in mind) in that tiny clearing of trees between the road and the Atlantic Ocean, but I was frantic and agitated beyond reason or words at not being able to pull over there, or get out to assess what had happened.

That's strange because I've *almost* never been too afraid to help an animal or person in need. The almost being one exception of a very dark scene that I walked up to, when I was in high school. It changed the way I approached things ever after.

I had followed the cries of an animal desperate to help it, only to find a man hunched over under a tree, murdering puppies with a knife in Villa Borghese. He was doing some kind of ritual. Then, and only then, which I can never forget, I walked quickly away crying, trying to find someone else to stop him...instead of doing it myself.

That was the only time. Since then, I force myself to look at troubling things and fix them or address them directly, instead of turning away. So, having seen my share of truly gruesome things in the last decade or two, it is strange to note that I was never so affected as by whatever surrounded the cow.

Just the fact that it seemed impossible to look directly at what was happening to her makes sense, exactly as you mention, Soul Valor, that maybe something more was occurring. Something I didn't want to see... or something I couldn't stop. Maybe I blanked it out unintentionally. The whole thing was too strange and stands out too clearly as being unusual- unusual in the clarity of those moments leading up to it and afterward, contrasting with the irrational and inexplicable oddity of the sight.

I have actually wondered if I took part in something and don't remember it, it's that unsettling and weird.

The cow was so straight and legs so vertical, it was as though she was suspended, inanimate, which is why I thought she was a plaster cow statue. Yet, it caused a tremendous and unusual fear; and the unusual stillness and emptiness in just that stretch of the drive was twilight zone-ish, almost like a perfectly lucid dream that you remember decades later - but with main characters who remain completely faceless.

**Thank you, Soul Valor. :stars: and your name is fitting ...**

[Ravenlocke]

Years ago when I lived in the “valley” in LA my typical evening would be to turn the tv on after dinner and zonk on the couch with Dori my dog on her comfy pillow and usually with Taffy and Pierre two of my cats sleeping on top of me. And later on usually late in the evening Id get up and go to bed.
On one such evening, it was a very warm night, so I had opened all the windows to the screens to let the hot air out, then settled on the couch as usual. All of a sudden there’s a knock on the front door. It woke me up and looking at the clock it was late after 11:00 pm. Who could be coming to my front door so late in the evening?

So I got up and I went to the front door and looked out through the window on the side to find out who had knocked on my door. A man with a dirty, torn sleeveless undershirt was standing at the door and he had a large flashlight which he was trying to hide behind his back. I asked him through the window what he wanted and he asked me for money. So I told I didn’t have any cash and even if I did I wasn’t going to open the door.
He told me to check with the local police because he said they knew him well but then a little while later he left. I was real nervous and I quickly went around the house and closed all the windows and made sure all the windows and doors were locked and then I went to bed. I left the lights on though.

The next morning when I got to work, I was telling my coworkers at the coffee station what had happened at my house that night.
They all looked shocked and couldn’t understand why I didn’t call the police and report the incident that evening. They explained to me that the guy had been a prowler and the only reason he knocked on the door was to see if anyone was home before robbing the place. One guy told me I should keep a baseball bat by the front door, I was too embarrassed to tell him that although I lived alone I always felt safe because I believed in my guardian angels, I know it sounds corny but I believe in them.
Any how my coworkers convinced me to call the police that morning, and report the incident. Of course the police told me they couldn’t do anything because next time (there wasn’t a next time), I should call them when it happens not the following day.

I couldn’t really fathom why everyone was upset with me that day the only thing I learned that day was that I can call 911 when an incident occurs which had never occurred to me at that time.:o:o:o