If You Are Into The Paranormal....if Not, Please Leave. In A Nice Way. :)

[Renestel]

I am not putting this thread in "symptoms" because it's not a symptom. Its' not even a normal people symptom when I was acting or what I thought for years being normal. Does anyone have paranormal experiences, and I would love to especially hear from those who had paranormal experiences their whole life yet now with PTSD it's on a whole other level? I literally have to say in my house now, I do or do NOT want you guys here, or talking to me, contacting me, i've had a little girl with a face full of gushing blood at my bedside, wanting help and I literally had to say I CANT DO IT TODAY GO AWAY. I turned and she left. But the nice ones are respectful. The not so nice ones are ....right...NOT. I was even in the computer room tonight on here an hour ago. I heard a hard knock on the door and then another and assumed it was my husband feeling like my music was too loud at 2 out of like 20? But I finally yelled, yes, what?? Open the door, nothing. Go out of the house just in case, nothing. I feel like because we are on a " high tuned level of sensitivity" like our therapists say, what does that mean? what can that bring? I feel like I am conjuring things, because I feel so much every day, I am at a very sensory part of my life and I may even be tuned in a little heavier than normal in my active PTSD. Anyone who has read any Stephen King things amoung others, even religious non traditional readings suggest that either when you are not "well" or those that have things that can range from down symdrome, PTSD, Autism, blindness, etc. All can create a higher probability of activity due to some sort of....I don't know sense? third eye? portal? I would love to hear everyones take on it.
And again, this is not a thread for people to attack or throw their religion on people ......thanks.

 

[Ronin]

What have you tried so far to 'make it go away'?

And what's that girl doing, other than looking scary & upsetting your peace by being in your house? I mean, maybe you're far more scared where scare wasn't even intended.

What sort of help did that girl want? Other than, yanno, being a little gone & hurt girl.

(*in which Cashew again gets weird and treats gone people as simply people with problems, too.)

 

[Renestel]

NO no, see that's who I want to talk to, thanks Cashew, (and you make hungry for a snack every time I see your name thanks a lot) :)

trying to answer each piece- what have I tried- talking, drawing, singing, avoiding, numbing, therapy, drinking, smoking drugging.....
nothing makes it totally go away. I know by feeling she didn't intend to hurt me.

-i KNOW that girl wanted help. or to just be seen. I did look at her like she wanted, but I am so at a horrible time in my life right now I have learned how to say no and said no to her. Unfortunately, I wish I could have been at a place where I said okay lets do this, with the cool person, but not the crazy red vibe I was getting in the corner. Unfortunately, since I am inexperienced, I have to take the good and the bad. Hopefully not too much BAD. They just screw with me so far. Bangs and such. I was having panic attacks the day before, I was just a mess. Then I woke up and my back was out. No explanation. I have to contact someone to tell me how to find wisdom in this. I do try to meditate at least once a week, probably should be more but with PTSD working out is the true "natural cure" for me right now.

 

[Ronin]

Okay, so any clergy, lay clergy, or just spiritual people in the area you could refer that spirit to? As in talk to them about the problem you're having, see if they're willing to pray on your behalf or do anything of cleansing rites for that person?

As I take it you were asked for help because you're sensitive, but you're not in any shape to provide it right now, so refer the girl to someone else?

 

[notsurewheretoturn]

Do you want to PM me on this, I have experience but won't go into it on the forum.

 

[Changing4Best]

I had an experience when I was given a new medicine. I had a violent allergic reaction to it, passing out, throwing up all over myself and going into anaphalactic shock. My heart stopped and the ambulance guys gave me CPR. I have no recollection of anything that happened to me while I was "out" but later on, I was terrified to start a new medicine, so I told this to my therapist, because I had been prescribed a new med to replace that one which caused the problem. (It was ceroquel).

Anyway, so my therapist suggested regressing me and having me go through the incident from start to finish, as much of it as I could think of. However, when I started to recount it, instead of telling about my body and what happened to it, I became aware of leaving my body, seeing darkness and then some waves of light. As they got brighter, I was taken by Jesus to the gates of Heaven. There, I saw my miscarried daughter crying out to me, saying "Mommy, Mommy." She looked like she was about 20 years old, and the miscarriage had happened that long ago. I am not sure how I knew who she was, I just did know. She had her hands and arms reaching toward me and she was maybe 50 or so feet from where Jesus brought me to. Then He asked me if I wanted to go back to earth or wanted to go to Heaven.

I still had things I wanted to do here on earth, so I chose to come back. Then I immediately found myself in the ambulance. As I was coming to, I called out "Mommy" and then "Jesus.".

That was back in 2006 maybe.

In 2004 my abusive boyfriend was threatening to kill me by placing his karate foot up to my neck. This because I had been reading the Bible to a man who had just gotten out of prison. My abusive boyfriend had asked me to read the Bible to this man, and I had read the verses about love to him. Anyway, while he had his foot to my neck, I closed my eyes and spoke to God saying I was ready to come home to Heaven then. God said to me in a very clear voice, "It is not time yet, my child, I have other plans for you." At this point, I opened my eyes, and the abusive boyfriend started to hit himself in his own face and laugh and act all crazy. The next day, I was able to run away from him (I had tried to do so 17 times previously, but he always found me and either threatened me or sweet talked me into coming back to him. (Usually it was threatening me).

Anyway, that last time I ran away from him, I succeeded. He found me a year and a half later, but I was able to get away from him then and stay away from him since.

There are other instances in my life of the paranormal, but these 2 are the most outstanding, I think.

I was molested as a child and that abusive boyfriend raped me repeatedly, so I don't really have a time before my abuse in which I could compare it to see if more paranormal things occurred before or after these things occurred. This is because I cannot recall a time before my childhood abuse and molestation to compare these things with.

 

[Renestel]

Thanks for your candid replies everyone!
I will try to do more research today and work on strengthening myself to be more prepared for those contacting me. Maybe they just want something simple and I have to get over the fear(while staying protective) that everyone wants to hurt me.

 

[Deleted member 28403]

I am a scientific method person, and I find it very hard to believe into paranormal stuff, am an atheist and so on. You'd never think to hear something like this from me:

For a while, years now, when I wasn't having nightmares I would get wierd dreams. Of something happening in them, something just seeing something for a few seconds, like a tilted view of a list with my name 5th on it. With some other information, sometimes a vision of a certain truck passing by while I'm somewhere. I was noticing wierd stuff happening, not out of order, like, nothing I would call abnormal, but I would see it before. I wrote down more and more of those dreams, and they came to reality, sometimes within days, or within weeks, rarely taking longer than a couple months. And when they did, I'd get a deja vu feeling, because I already saw them, I would then go and check. It was the same thing. The paper that I passed for olympiad as 5th on the list, looking quite same to sketch of one from the dream. The truck having same stuff written on it and so on.

Another wierd thing about those dreams was, texts didn't change, I could look away from some text on something, and lock back and it'd be same. But I wasn't the one controlling them, as always with my dreams, I'm just seeing, not controlling.

Thats basically it.

 

[Renestel]

Thanks Saelben, I definitely am close to mostly scientific people so I appreciate you responding.

 

[Panda Bear]

I have something here....burin haven't the chance to read everyone's responses yet.

When my dad shot himself when I was a little girl(8), I used to lay across the hallway/threshold to my parents room(where I found him dead). Late in the night, I would lay on the floor for hours and I would see angles in that spot. Figures or shadows, but to me they were angles. That place was peaceful, and those shadows brought peace and comfort. They left as I grew older and stopped.

 

[Deleted member 29920]

Bizarrely, today my inflatable world globe pretty much leapt off of my shelf, almost as if someone had punched it off - hard! Empty room. Weird. In addition, it happened around the same time you posted this thread :confused:

Ten years ago I dreamt my paternal grandmother died in hospital (saw her soul leave her body and taking the hand of her father floated through the wall and towards the sky). The following day my father called to say she had died in the night. Only time I ever had that dream.

I have other examples but this stands out the most.

 

[Changing4Best]

@Cj77 That reminds me of the time that my paternal grandmother was in the Hospital with cancer and my sister and mother got into a fight with my grandfather (my abuser/ molester). I could see that my grandmother was very upset by their arguing. She had always been the one to keep the peace, but then when she could not do so, she looked like she wanted to cry and say something, but she was on her deathbed, so she could not. I finally got my sister and mother to leave, rather than fight with the old SOB.

The next morning the phone rang at our house and I knew that it was my grandfather telling us that she had died, so I did not answer it. It rang every half hour until finally my mother got up and answered it. I could tell by her replies that what I suspected was true. She'd died that night, feeling so helpless, I just knew it. I knew it as soon as I woke up, I think, but I cannot recall for sure. I know I was sure as soon as the phone rang.