Has Anyone Had More Than One Type of Paranormal Experience?

a reply to: sled735

I like ghost stories but have never seen anything to note..
but was just popping buy with a little humor..

No offense

a reply to: rigel4

Have you seen the pop up screens when you first log on to ATS? I thought I had a hacker at first, then I realized it was just an April Fool's prank.

This is prank/humor day. Welcome to my thread.

a reply to: sled735

Yea it was a good gotcha for April fools..
Thanks for the welcome.

Hello Everyone. I hope you all are having a good Friday evening.

How's it going with all my friends here? Anyone have an update, or anything new to post?

I know there have been many of you who I asked to keep us updated, only to never see you again.
I really do like to stay informed of any new events, good or bad, because I care about you.

Pop in and say howdy and let us know how things are going.

a reply to: sled735

I appreciate your post. I had subscribed to this when you began and wanted to participate but didn't have the time to read, so writing was out.

But now I see that I am touching base on page 336?!!!

This is impressive but bewildering. Is there such a thing as a thread that's too long? I'm thinking that by the time I've read it all, it will become an illusive horizon, always beyond reach.

Congratulations on the accomplishment. Quite a following.

a reply to: ClownFish

Welcome, ClownFish... finally.

LOL. It has become an epic thread, hasn't it?

I think the threads can go to up in the 400+ pages before they have to end. I also think this thread is a testimony that there are many, many people who have paranormal experiences who need a place to express them; it's good therapy to share with others of like-mind with no fear of ridicule.
I'm sure there are people sharing their stories here that would never mention it to a living soul where people know their true identity. Being anonymous frees a person to share their most secret of secrets. This is good.

I've tried my best to keep the trolls out so people would have a place to come, and it seems to have worked.

Are you ready to share your story yet?

Thanks for stopping in.

a reply to: sled735

Cool. I mean, about keeping the trolls out. This is THE NUMBER ONE REASON why I am hesitant to share on ANY thread, unless I've "pre-checked" it for trouble makers, or if I'm detached enough not to care. That's why I was afraid to have to read those 336 pages first. I'm afraid my brain will explode, or by the time I'm finished, I'll forget why I was doing this...

Anyway, most of what I wanted to share here is touched on in my Intro. But that wasn't what the Intro was meant to be about. I was curious about your thread because I wasn't sure at first exactly what you meant. It was sort of a yes or no question, and some made a short list of the types of experiences, etc.

Having said that -- Oh!, already I forgot to answer your question, no, I'm not ready. I'm in the middle of moving and sort of lost in space, with an excuse this time! -- I now really like what you are doing, hearing more about your intent and style. You are right, that people are more willing to share things they never would before.

This has been ATS's biggest gift to me. The first time I put my Intro in, I literally shook for hours. I went through a short time of paranoia, wondering if the Men in Black were going to break my door down and I'd disappear in one of those underground places. But now, I'm a free individual and feeling empowered like I never knew possible! The biggest gift of all is that I feel like I'm normal, for the first time in my life. I'm serious! Just now I ran into my old neighbor and she exclaimed that I looked different and even used the word radiant.

And my point is that with threads like yours and some of my other acknowledged friends here, you can bet that there are a lot of people who are equally empowered and feeling normal for the first time. Sigh....I love it! Anyway, back to moving....

I'll see if I can find the time to sneak something in, sort of spontaneously. Sometimes thinking gets in my way.

a reply to: ClownFish

Awesome! I can tell you have some fascinating experiences to share. And, I can tell you that if they haven't come for me yet with some of the things I have posted on ATS, they AIN'T coming.

Welcome, again, and good luck with your move.

Hurry back.

a reply to: sled735

Sled! Greetings from the past!
I caught this thread on recent posts recently, and got hooked, but I am only upto page 75 way back in 2012 and am trying hard to catch up.
But rather than wait till I've read through another 250 pages I thought I would log into ATS for the first time in 5 years to contribute.

Early on in the thread, new posters were saying what their heritage was, which I found interesting, as John Keel always said that people with Native American or Celtic heritage were always more likely to have paranormal experiences, and nearly everyone who posted had one or another.
Also age is interesting as most people on the thread up to p75 were late 40s or so, as if there were a wave of people incarnating at a similar time to go through these experiences.
I am half English & half Scottish, male, aged 49, living in Somerset, UK. Have recently moved to this county for the purpose of writing poetry - my hobby these last few years. The area around here, and Wiltshire next door is awash with ethereal subjects for inspiration, and I should be finished my first collection by end June. I mention this because my motivation for writing is to try unravel the meaning of the paranormal experiences I have had all my life, which I am here on this thread to share.

I will make a start with this on the next post, but there are quite a few - mostly little things, punctuated with the occasional major happening, but hopefully I can get through them all before the thread page limit is up.

I should just say, Sled, that you should be proud of yourself for hosting this fascinating and troll free thread for all these years.
You're a diamond, thanks for the effort you have put into this.

a reply to: 12arc

The very earliest odd occurrence, I don't actually remember it, I was told it by family many years later -
I was about 4 or 5 years old, and I went up to an elderly family friend and said "I like you!", and she said "That's nice!", and then I said, anxious to correct her, "No, no! I like to eat you!"
And then I ran off cackling with laughter...

When I was 8 or 9 years old, there were a cluster of experiences which I will never forget, and yet, as you will well understand, cannot talk about them to anyone.
They happened in a remote village in the far north of Scotland, only 2 or 3 houses nearby, out on the moors. I'm not sure about the order they happened in.
I had to walk to school, about 3 miles into town. Once, on the way home, just as the road took a right turn away from the river, and I was still a mile from home, a car pulled up going the opposite way, with 3 rough looking guys inside. They tried a good few mimutes to persuade me to get in so they could give me "a lift home", but I talked my way out of it. There was no one around, they could have just bundled me in. But eventually they just drove off.
At a later date, weeks, months? Not sure - but at exactly the same spot, as the road turned from the riverbank, a white car of some sort pulled up - again as I was on my home from school - and this time a friendly couple invited me to get in, said they were friends of my parents. Well, I got in and they drove me home, asking about how school was etc (don't really remember what they said) and when we got home I said I would tell my parents that they were here. So I ran indoors while they waited patiently out on the drive, but no one was in (did I have my own key to get in?) - so I tell them this, and they just say "look after yourself" and drive off. Never saw them before or sInce.
And when I tell my parents that these people came round, and described them, my parents had no idea who they were...

Continued next post as it doesn't say how many characters I have left.

a reply to: 12arc

I should just say, Sled, that you should be proud of yourself for hosting this fascinating and troll free thread for all these years. You're a diamond, thanks for the effort you have put into this.

Thank you very much, and I'm honored that you have chosen to post after all these years on my thread.

About your post...
Sometimes, I think our angles will either appear as human to help us, or else, they influence people to help others.
If your parents didn't know the people who gave you a ride, it sounds like this was the case.

Very interesting. I look forward to hearing more of your experiences. I was waiting for you to post more before I responded, but I have to leave this site now. I'll check back later today .

Thank you again for the compliment on the thread.

a reply to: sled735

Sorry to keep you waitng, Sled - Half an hour of typing down the drain as the Internet crashed when I pressed the reply button. Here goes again...

I have 3 main memories of the village in the north of Scotland, where we lived in an isolated cottage outside of the main town. My parents have said that they thought that the cottage was haunted by the previous owner as he didn't like the changes we had made such as the extension we built. The only story I remember them mentioning was when my Dad was tarring the new kitchen roof, the barrel of hot tar fell over by itself and burnt his hand.

I was out on the moors one day, some older kids were there as well, and we came across a seagull that was obviously dying. The older kids wanted to throw a rock on its head to put it out of its misery - to be cruel to be kind - though I suspect they just wanted to be cruel. And I wasn't having any of that and stood between them and the gull to stop them. Eventually they persuaded me to stand aside, and I turned my back while they threw the rock.
That night? Days/weeks later? I was on bed and had my back to the uncurtained windows, facing the wall, when I become aware of the shadow of a large bird hovering outside my window, gently flapping it's wings. I stared at the apparition for about 30 seconds before hiding under the sheets in fear. When I came out the shadow was gone.
Even though I've often thought about this experience since that time, it has taken me over 40 years to ask myself "what was the light source?" The angle of the shadow of the bird on the wall would have made it right outside the window of an upstairs bedroom, and though the window was south facing, any full moon would have been too high to project the shadow on the far wall. Also, no street lights etc as we were out in the middle of nowhere. There was no light source.
I always thought that it was the seagull coming back to thank me for my efforts, but I don't really know what it was - a screen memory?

a reply to: 12arc

Another time at that same cottage, I woke up in the night or early morning and saw a tall man standing in the doorway, watching me.
I always had the bedroom door open with light from the landing on, so I couldn't see his face, but I perceived his clothing to be a silvery blue one piece suit, outlined by the glow of the landing light.
I sat up in bed, startled, and after maybe 10 seconds, I turned in a panic to the bedside lamp to turn it on, must have took 2 - 3 seconds, and when I turned back he was gone, all in complete silence. I hid under the sheets etc.

I have seen such people since, but always with SP - back then I just woke up and could move around. Probable age 8 or 9.

At around the same age, I was going to bed one night, but thought i'd take a look outside to see how light it still was. Must have been about 10pm in summer.
What I saw was a long wisp of smoke swoop down across the drive real fast, get down to ground level and then up and away out of sight. I was spooked, sheets etc, and as vague as the experience sounds, it made an impression on me that's lasted for a lifetime.

That'a all for now, I will probably post my experiences in the order they happened, so it will take a little while. And I will mostly post at weekends, as my weekday routine after work is 3 or 4 pages of this thread, then get some writing done - I mention this as I know you cluck and worry, Sled, when a regular doesn't post for a while, but I'm sure I will check in on weekdays to see what the latest is.

How is work going, Sled? You were on security back on p75. Hope all is well with you in 2016, and with the other regular posters from p75. I look forward to catching up soon.

a reply to: 12arc

Hi there, I was waiting for your next post also, and waiting for Sled to welcome you, as I'm sure the experience was a delight. I see the second to last was posted at 11:11. Always interesting to me.

If you would, would you please explain the following?:

I have seen such people since, but always with SP

I can't figure out what SP means. I'm also wondering if these things happened in the order you mentioned, if the man was sort of testing you to see if it was "safe" to approach you, but sensing your fear, chose to withdraw. Just a thought.

Also, about that bird, it sounds like your rational side is trying to make sense out of it, while the other side knew from the get-go that this was a type of thank you and blessing. Or at least, this was my thought.

It sounds like an enchanting place to grow up in.

a reply to: 12arc

I'm back.

Sorry you lost your post. I've had that happen before, and it is really frustrating. I have since started typing my longer posts out on Microsoft Word and saving it, then copy/paste, just so I'll have it if it should happen again.

As for the bird, I agree that it was the spirit of the bird coming to thank you. It knew you didn't want to kill it, and at the same time, it wanted to let you know that it still lived in spirit... free to fly once again.

I'm not sure about the man you saw, but you saying he had on a silvery/blue body suit makes me want to say he was your guardian, or a very spiritual Being from one of the higher dimensions. Do you remember the color of his skin? Was it blue too?

I've heard others speak of meeting "blue Beings" during OBE's, and they said they were very spiritual, highly advanced, people/beings.
Timical (a member who posted here) spoke of seeing a blue being standing in his bathroom. I hadn't heard as much about them then as I know now. I think I told him it might be his late father paying him a visit, but now, I lean more to thinking it was like a "guardian-type" being that was allowing Timical to see him.
Others, have seen blue ETs... also very highly-advanced.
Whatever "it" was, I don't think you had any reason to fear it.

I'm not so sure that SP (Sleep Paralysis) is always what the scientists/doctors say it is. Yes, in some cases, I'm sure it is possible. But, others have described the same thing; being paralyzed, only to find evidence of the visit from whoever they saw. Some are very scary and people find scratches on their body.

ETs and other highly advanced beings that live underground have the technology to paralyze one's body and appear to that person for some reason, then do a mind wipe so the person doesn't remember what happened, but they see them leave the room sometimes. So, it only seems like a very short visit to the person.

You used your own source of protection, just like me, when you saw scary things: The Sheets. LOL I've hidden under them many times during my life. Sounds silly now, thinking that hiding under the sheets will save us. But, I think what it is, is the power of our mind. If we feel we're safe under the sheets and they can't "get us", then it creates a barrier making it true.
The mind is a VERY powerful tool. If people only knew everything we are capable of doing only by using our mind, they would freak out.

You asked about work. Well... I'm looking for something else to do at the present time. I'm getting much too old for that kind of work now. Thanks for asking.

Thanks for sharing with us. Have a great week and enjoy reading the thread. I'll look for you next weekend.

Rather than give a laundry list of the types of paranormal experiences that I have had, I thought I would share one of the odder and unique experiences. I can describe in great detail what happened, but to this day, I can not explain what it was or why.

This was the first experience I had with a ball of light, which I made a brief reference to in my Intro. This happened in the late 70’s, when I was a practicing Catholic and my husband was a new convert. It was a different Church back then and we were young and idealistic and naive.

Our favorite pastime was International Folk Dance, and we were both very good at it. And for a few years, we had the opportunity to dance with an authentic Russian Folk Dance Ensemble, associated with the Russian Center of San Francisco. It was a fascinating time, and intimidating, as we were the only non-Russians in the group, which was a problem when something would go wrong in rehearsals, and everyone would begin to argue in Russian. Their culture was closed to us at first, but once they embraced us, we were part of a larger family and they attended my husband’s baptism, although they were from the Russian Orthodox Church.

Once a year, there was a large recital and afterwards a formal Russian Ball, and we had invited our parish priest to attend. Now, this was at a time when priests were always in their priestly garb, so I was not prepared to see our priest show up in a suit and tie. I had never seen a priest “out of uniform” before. He asked us to oblige him, saying that he preferred to be incognito, as otherwise, knowing their “White Russian” culture, everyone there would be kissing his ring and making a fuss over him. For us it was a bit odd, and it took some effort to just treat him as if he weren’t a priest.

After the performance, we changed into our formal wear. I had purchased a new dress that I was very excited about, as it was simple and elegant. It was a jersey knit, floor length, all black gown with an open back and a princess cut and it had multiple thin straps that tied under the breast with simple small bows and at the end of the long strands, there were small pink rose buds. Since it was so simple, rather than wear jewelry, I had fashioned a black velvet band for around my neck that also had a rose bud on it.

There is a reason why I am going into all this detail, as my imagined pretty ensemble turned out to be a different matter, and more of a nightmare, once I had put it on back stage and looked at it in a full length mirror. What seemed quite pretty before now had me feel that I was half naked. I was panic stricken and was afraid to go out in public like this, especially knowing that my parish priest was out there.

And so, I tried to quickly fix things, but in the process I only made it worse. What I did was to literally let down my hair. At the time, it was long enough to sit on, and I always wore it either in a long braid, often pinned up, or in a simple pony tail, but always, always, tied back. And at that moment, feeling a need for more coverage, I thought that I could use my hair to cover my bare shoulders. But that was a big mistake. I now looked like Lady Godiva. And my husband was just outside the dressing room door, impatiently telling me to hurry up.

He smiled when I stepped out the door, and told me that I looked very nice, but I had a bad feeling about this. And when we entered the Ballroom, the priest took one look at me and said, “Wow!”…which actually made me even more self conscious.

The evening became somewhat surreal. I had never been to a Russian Ball. Between waltzes and tangos, there were impromptu Russian solos around this dancer or that one, with the people forming a circle around them. It was hard to believe that we were actually a part of all this, and those solo dancers were our personal friends.

And then there was a scene right out of My Fair Lady, where our fellow dancers were off to one side, arguing with an angry old man, who was a bit drunk and absolutely convinced that I was of true Russian Royalty! He kept pointing to me and yelling something that sounded like “Boyarska! Boyarska!” until he was escorted out, probably to the giant pool tables upstairs.

And then the priest asked me to dance with him. I retreated at first, telling him truthfully that I didn’t know how to do American ballroom dances, but he insisted, and we went into ballroom position, with his right hand just below my shoulder blade, in the center of my back.

We had barely begun to dance when something happened. At first, it was just two people, standing together awkwardly and sort of shuffling to the music. But after a moment or two, his hand moved, ever so slightly, on my back, in sort of an upward embrace. It felt odd, and very personal, and then, within the space of less than a second of time, a very bright, white ball of light just exploded between us, at chest level. It looked and felt like it was maybe 9 inches in diameter but instantly got bigger and disappeared. It was silent but powerful enough that we both flew apart and found ourselves suddenly standing a foot apart, frightened and bewildered. We stared at each other, speechless, for a brief moment, and then we just walked away from each other, sort of dazed, without saying a word. I went to look for my husband, and shortly afterwards, the priest had disappeared.

But the story didn’t end there. We needed to attend Mass the next morning. I was still shook up by what had happened and had no idea what to expect, seeing this priest again. I wasn’t even sure if he had seen or felt what I did, as I was having trouble believing it myself. I was thinking that maybe I was the only one who had seen this and therefore he would act like nothing had happened.

Normally we sat up towards the front, but I asked that we sit more towards the back, and I kept my eyes down for most of the Mass. The only time I looked up was at the consecration of the Eucharist when the priest holds up the large Host. It has always been my habit to look up at that moment, and as such, I looked up. And at that very moment, while holding up the Eucharist, the priest looked at me, even though we were sitting in the back — and he froze and forgot the words of the Mass! There was a long silent pause, and then he fumbled to look down at the book, to find the words so simple and familiar at that moment of the Mass. It was clear that he was shook up.

I still feel horrified when I remember that moment. I felt horrible for him and also terrified, because I just knew at that moment that he had also seen and felt that bright ball of light.

There are no codes of conduct at such times, when something absolutely unique happens like that. And it just felt obvious that there was nothing to talk about because there were no words to talk about it with. We just never went back to that Church. It wasn’t that obvious, because we would often go to different parishes and we were about to move to Europe. But now, some 38 years later, I do often wonder if he still wonders what happened that night.

a reply to: ClownFish

Whoa! What a fascinating story.

Well, you must have looked divine in your gown to be mistaken for a movie star. What a compliment!

I'm not sure what happened concerning the light, but I do know that our bodies contain an energy field around them called the aura. And, our hearts carry a very large amount of energy; it is also referred to as "a second brain".

When people "feel" with their heart and act accordingly, they are "thinking" with that organ, not the brain in their head.

I don't know how to explain it in scientific terms, but there had to be some sort of "attraction/reaction" by your energy fields when they came in contact with one another, and in turn, it created a ball of light between you.

Yeah, I'm sure that left you speechless!

I've never had anyone share an experience like that, so thank you.
The stories are so diverse here, I just love it when something "new" is posted.

Thank you so much. I look forward to hearing/reading more from you.

a reply to: ClownFish

Hi ClownFish & Sled!

I am up to page 80 now - can't wait to see how 21/12/2012 played out for you all. Sceptics would say nothing happened, but the 1st time the atom bomb was used in WW2 wasn't the day our world changed, it was the day they split the atom.

Not sure what all the buttons do, so I'll reply to all recent posts here:

ClownFish asked if the cottage events happened in that order - it was too long ago, I can't say. So the man in the doorway could have been the last event - I suspect that visits were a regular occurrence and I was allowed to see one for my future development.
I used to think they were ET's, and I was one of their own on a mission to earth, much later I thought they might have been the "Good Folk" or Tuatha De Danu - please Google for explanation.
And now, I am on this thread with an open mind seeking explanations.

To Sled - I have never seen their faces, always in the shadows, so I have no reason to think they were any particular colour.

And yes, I think the bird came back to thank me, but it doesn't seem to have put me in good standing with the general seagull population - they are quite aggressive here in the UK, and I have been dive bombed for my sandwich like anyone else...

a reply to: ClownFish

That was a great story, ClownFish - I just love the stories on here that are long and detailed because you can really immerse yourself in the other person's experience.

I was thinking while reading that story that this is about past life connections. But, whatever the past, this is now, and you were somehow prised apart - have you ever shook hands with someone and got an electric shock? Maybe some force related to that, but with reverse polarity as your life plans this time round is only to have passing aquaintance.

I often wonder about my previous lives, but I think you can see them all in this life - all past endeavours accumulate into what you are now. So just focus on what's in front of you.

But regardless, I can't think what the ball of light was. You didn't mention if any one else saw it.

a reply to: 12arc

Well, 2012 wasn't about the end of the world, but the beginning of a new era, so all the "lower vibration" humans here are going to say nothing happened because they were expecting the end of the world to occur in a physical sense, not a spiritual one. They still have a lot to learn.

I have often thought I came from an ET race as a "light worker". I think there are many of us here at this time to help humanity "awaken". You could be one too, especially if that was/is the "feeling" you have had from your experience.
Always listen to your intuition; it is usually correct.

Have you heard of Corey Goode? He is a Secret Space Program whistle-blower. He was, and still is, contacted by what he calls a "Blue Avian" Being that is part of the Sphere-Being-Aliance group, as Corey calls it. This Being is very highly advanced in the spiritual realm, and "it's" group and other groups, are working with humans to help teach us how to reach a higher spiritual realm so we can ascend into the 4th/5th density and live on "the new Earth" when the time comes. And from what I understand, we (the human race) don't have much longer to learn before "the event" happens.

That gets into an entirely new topic, so I'll stop here.

Thanks for getting back to me with your answers.