Experiences that made you question the nature of existence/reality

[sterling_archer]

True, Castaneda has become a "ideal Nagual Sorcerer" because of his work and boasting. But still, he is responsible for introduction of actual ancient magic tradition (one of the oldest in the world) to the West, USA in particular, than after some time Europe and Far East. There are various forums now focusing on his work, with most of them being actually skeptical of his abilities. I find that very smart, as there are many examples in occult where practitioners give more credit to someone than they deserve.

 

[Rigsby]

Apart from the latest advances in man's understanding of the Quantum world, I have some personal experiences that lead me to conclude that there is so much more to life and the universe, that we are effectively living in the dark ages.

What I'm about to share with you will be met with disbelief. That's ok. I wouldn't believe this stuff either. So I encourage (and expect) you to take one of three positions:

1: That I am lying and making it up (for whatever reason).
2: That I am telling the truth but confused or mistaken.
3: That I am actually insane.

To counter this, I will give three accounts of events that can be corroborated by a third party - my brother. I'll give you the top 3 of things that have shaken our reality. It's up to you how you interpret them.

CASE 1:

When my bro and I were about 13/14 years old, we came back from abroad and spent the night in our grandmother's house. It was an old house. The floorboards would creak with the typical strange noises that those old houses do. There had always been funny goings on there (the place was haunted), and we were used to the shenanigans the spirits would play. There are good and bad spirits, and there was nothing bad there. But what happened that night, no one could have been prepared for.

As we were dropping off to sleep after a game of Top Trumps, the usual noises came. They always came when the lights were off. Used to it. But this time it was a bit heavier than usual - there were 'people' walking feet away from us around our bed. We could hear the fucking footsteps. Ok, this happened sometimes on a bad night. We both tried to ignore it, pretending to be asleep. But it got louder and louder until it wasn't funny any more. One of us said to the other: 'can you hear that?' - 'yeah'.

I was frozen with fear. I have always had a deep fear of ghosts. But it got worse. There was a noise outside the bedroom door - someone standing on the floorboards and making them creak, plus, with the added horror of the fucking door knob moving. It just kept creaking. It was one of those old round brass things that made that unmistakable sound. I was scared witless. Literally paralysed with fear.

There was a light switch on one of those 'strings' that hang down just above the middle of the bed, but I couldn't move. My brother, more fearless than I (and a lover of ghosts) reached up and turned the light on. CLICK.

The footsteps in the room stopped but the 'person' outside the door kept creaking the floorboards and the fucking door knob was moving. It didn't open. It just moved left to right. Right to left. WTF?

Again, my bro, not as much of a coward as I was in such matters, leaped out of bed, stood there for a second, looking at me: 'what should I do?'. Fucked if I know. He stood there for a good few seconds. The door knob kept moving. He opened the door. No fucker there! He looked at me. I looked at him. And that was that. Not the easiest night to get back to sleep that one. We slept with the light on of course so the ghosts wouldn't bother us again.

And that is exactly how it happened. We go over the story every xmas to check the facts. Sometimes I relay the story back to him, sometimes vice versa. Sometimes we get bits wrong. We do our Error Correction. And the story lives on.

We thought it might have been our Gran sleep walking or our Mum (no dad there that night). But no, it was one of the spirits.

That house always had a funny thing of if you leave the door open when you go to sleep, it would be closed in the morning. If you left it closed, it would be open in the morning. Like I said, you kind of got used to it.

Two young children (siblings of my mother) died in that house. My mother felt a chill whenever she used to walk through one particular door way. She found out decades later, that was where her sister died - in the door way. So the whole door thing makes sense. Not sure what they were trying to tell us though. Unbelievable. I know.


CASE 2:

Same house. Years later. Going out clubbing. Being a selfish bastard. Blaring loud music to get me in the mood. Hair dryer going to dry my long hair I had just washed. Bit of a fracas earlier with my bro who was watching TV. Can I turn the music down? No I can't. I'll be a prick and turn it up!

Then came the roar. RRIIIIGGGSSSBBYYY! Like a lion. Oh fuck, my bro is pissed off. I turn the music off ready for one of those things that brothers do (fight). He is downstairs. I walk out to the top of the landing where I am upstairs. He is standing at the bottom of the stairs. I front him: 'What?'.

He looks at me, ashen-faced: 'I heard it too'. He says quiet as a mouse. Not the Lion I just heard. I went cold. Something very very fucky was going on here. It just wasn't right. I had heard HIS voice, but worse, HE had heard HIS voice.

He swears to this day that he did not shout up the stairs. That he heard his own voice crying out, but it wasn't him that said (shouted) it out. Some kind of Telekenisis? Whatever.

I turned the music down. Almost off. I went out that night. I don't remember where. I don't remember what happened. But I will never forget that experience. Strange enough for you? It gets better.


CASE 3:

This one is probably the most unbelievable of all.

I had one of those dreams one night (the kind that isn't a dream - astral travelling - call it what you will). I was living in London at the time. My bro was in the house we have been talking about. It's a portal there btw - the surrounding area - it's a little backwater, but it led the field in technological developments that came to change the whole world a century later.

So we are separated by distance. I have this dream. I don't remember much about it except that a UFO came down and me and my bro were playing in the field outside my gran's house. It wasn't just a dream of course, it was real. As the UFO came down, it wanted to take us both away with it. For once, I was braver than my brother. I decided to go. My brother was scared and stayed in the field. The dream ended. The experience ended. Weird and real as fuck.

I just had to.

Bring Bring, Bring Bring.
'Hello, this is your bro'.
"Don't say anything. I had it too".
'What?'.
"That UFO, I didn't want to go. I just remember it taking you then I woke up".

I'll just leave that there for you to digest.

The chances of two people (let alone brothers) having the exact same dream, PLUS, remembering it, are virtually nill.

If you don't think I am outright lying to you by this point, well, you're naive is all I can say. I know I'm not confused. And remember these three stories can be backed up. I may be insane. But does that mean that my brother is as well? I welcome rigorous questioning on these three cases.

I will just say that I swear to you that I am not lying. I can't say if I'm confused or if I'm insane. I can't say if my bro is either when it comes down to it. But this is not something I have made up. I will stake my reputation on it. This isn't a joke or a wind-up. It's not allegory. It's just relaying of remembered events. It's not like you forget shit like that.

There is no explanation known to man or science itself that can explain these events.
And at the end of the day, I consider myself a scientist first and foremost, and respect others most who I consider same. (Not the joke propaganda Bill Nye type of science whore, of course, who isn't a scientist at all but just a rent-seeking paid-up shill [not too unlike a lot of other 'scientists' when it comes down to it]).

There are more things in heaven and earth than were ever dreamed of in our philosophies.

We are in the dark ages.

If you thought I was a bit of a fruit-bat before, it doesn't get any better from here...

 

[debeguiled]

Rigsby.

What if I told you.

thebassist is your brother.

In deep cover.

And this thread is a trap?

And it is too late now?

 

[Rigsby]

There be those who say that things and places have souls, and there be those who say they have not; I dare not say, myself...

http://www.hplovecraft.com/writings/texts/fiction/s.aspx


Of all the places I have lived in and dwelled and laid my head, I can usually tell within an hour or two, or day or two at most if they have 'spirits', and if so, whether they are of the good or bad kind. Very few places have bad spirits. But some do.

I used the word 'haunted' earlier in passing. It paints a picture, but some places just have a presence.

I'll try give a few quick examples.

CASE 1:

A mate of mine who used to play bass in my band (when we were kids), lived in a beautiful house that stood out as being grander and better than all the other houses surrounding it. No one lived in that house very long. It was always up for sale. He showed me outside and the wall, where if you looked closely, the stones had faces carved on to them. Unusual for our part of the world. One night he was visited by 'The old hag'. It shook him the fuck up. We had a band practice in that house but it just wasn't right. We didn't belong there. It belonged to the ghosts.

My father told me years later, very randomly, that he had in fact done a 'hobble' (a one-off, off the books job when you already had 3 other jobs in the 70's) in that house, and 'what he found, shocked him', kind of thing. Not really. He just thought it was weird when they ripped out the fireplace, bits of hair and all kinds of voodoo shit were in the back of it. It was him that told me: watch. no one lives in that house very long. He was right. Always up for sale. Always going for a silly price. Always on the market a year later. Ho hum.


CASE 2:

When I lived in North London, one of the chaps I lived with decided to move on and get a place with some of his old friends. It was a great scene. Everyone knew everyone. Lots of age boundaries being broke, lots of race boundaries, hell, even gender boundaries (was a coupla lesbos in the mix). It was a fun time. Everyone was high on life.

Anyway. He moved out and moved in to this great new property in up market Mill Hill might have been (yeah, jewish, but very very generous with it). He couldn't believe that they had found this property (about 5 of them sharing - male/female) for such a 'good' price. Come up, we're gonna have a party...

A few days later. He comes back. Looking drained. 'Oh man, you won't fucking believe this - the place is fucking haunted'. We laugh. Yeah right. Stop smoking so much dope you fucking dope fiend! 'No, really. Come up. We are all going to be moving out next week'.

What the actual fuck?

They were totally freaked out. They had the money. They all worked. They had mummy and daddy to back them up otherwise. Cash was not the problem here. Also, they were all school friends so there were no personality conflicts. They were shit-fucking-scared. They had moved in to the North London equivalent of the Amityville horror!

Every one of them corroborated each others stories. One girl - Sarah - got particularly freaked because every time she took her glasses off, they ended up in the room next door. She would spend half her life looking for them. The house was cold. It was a new house, but it had that old floorboard creak I was alluding to earlier. Shouldn't have happened there. Basically it was a case of classic poltergeist activity. But a bit more malevolent than usual.

We went for the party. It had those wisps of cold that breeze through the air. Everyone was freaked out. They moved out a week later at a not unsubstantial financial loss. I could not sleep a wink there that night. May be suggestion. Who knows. But I felt it. It was there. It was one of those places that had 'souls'.


CASE 3:

This is another odd one.

I became acquaintances with a girl (woman) who was a right piss-head hard-core alcoholic. She liked a row too. Not many fucked with her. She was alright really, but just keep on her good side.

Got chatting. Met her boyfriend. Nice Irish guy who worked in IT doing servers. Homeless. Till he met mad 'Trish'. Had a good old piss-up with them. They didn't have much money. Very apologetic. But I did. So I paid for the drinks that night, mug I am. Eventually got around to the fact that her flat (again in North London) was haunted.

She had a kid as well (teenager). I asked Irish boy about this, he said, earnestly: 'oh yeah, it's true, fucking pain in the arse that is'. Didn't think much more about it.

A few weeks pass. I go round to their place - they have money now and want to pay me back and have set up a nice BBQ on the block. Didn't really go in to the house, except for waiting here and there for people and to have a piss.

I ask them if they were just having a crack with me and they say no. They look genuinely worried and say they are desperately trying to get out from there as they are definitely afraid. But the housing people don't believe them. They were scared.

I could feel it though. I can always feel it. There was a sense of sheer fucking malice in that place. I nearly shit myself taking a piss. The fucking thing was breathing down my neck and it knew I knew. It was fucking horrible.

Keep in mind these are hard people. The girl Trish had done time if I remember right. She was quiet as well, not many words. She wasn't joking. And when I went in there, I knew as well, it was 'real'.




Again, all of this could be made up. And these can't even be backed up - I've lost touch with those people now.

Make of it what you will.

 

[Rigsby]

Rigsby.

What if I told you.

thebassist is your brother.

In deep cover.

And this thread is a trap?

And it is too late now?

I would cry 'Hallellulehah' (try spelling that when you're drunk), and say, at least it all makes sense now. Kind of. I can finally go to sleep. With the lights off.

 

[Rigsby]

Oh, I've got a bonus one for you from the school of 'places have souls'.

Where I lived just before moving here, well, it was even more rural. It was a big house. The house on the hill. The haunted house. It was a caricature of the house on the hill.

I lived there with an old lady that could make doors slam and windows shut.

Bats flew in through the windows.

Strangers turned up with crippled daughters but no word would be spoke of the horrors that went on there. Not to the other daughters.

I just wrote a long post on this and it got magically deleted. I guess I shouldn't be talking about it. I'll just leave it there.

I also had some other stuff to add, but it's probably best to let it go.

My computer is still fucked and I'm still too fucked to fix it. Shit, it was a good story.

 

[DeusLuxMeaEst]

Interesting thread, I remember posting a while back on a similar topic.

https://www.rooshvforum.com/thread-52246.html

Here's another story...

About 10 years ago I was coming back from a road trip with my friends. At one point we decided to make a quick stop so we hit up a mall to rest from being on the road. I was walking around and at that time I was in the market for a digital camera so I made the purchase.

As we're driving back one of my friends mentions the fact that we're passing a haunted spot. Back in the day they did some ghost hunting, but this was before we became friends, I was never into that stuff. They made the comment 'Neo, you can use your new camera at the haunted spot. See what you see.'

So I agreed.

We get off an exit and stop outside a supposedly haunted cemetery. As I get out of the car I felt pretty normal and I was ready to put my camera to use. I step outside and just start snapping pictures of the surroundings. I begin to look at the pictures in the screen and what do I see?

Ghost Orbs. Tons of them all over the place. I saw nothing with my naked eye while snapping the pictures. I did some research after and it was claimed they could be dust, rain, or all sort of things. It wasn't dusty or raining that night.

I've never taken similar photos again in my entire life. I find the entire experience strange.

 

[LeoneVolpe]

Foreseeing events is the main one for me, it happens quite regularly (maybe 5 or 6 times a year) but I haven't had any experiences with ghosts or spirits yet, although I do believe in the supernatural.

There is a strong pattern to my foresight of events. I will have a seemingly innocuous dream or daydream, then anywhere between a week and a couple of months later the exact thing will happen to me.

I'm not talking about foreseeing sports results or pieces of news, it is almost always conversations between other people. Sometimes when the start of the 'deja vu' kicks in, if my memory of the dream is really strong, I can say what the participants in the conversation are going to say before they even say it.

I almost got goosebumps reading this because I've had this very same thing happen to me. It's a very strange experience to try and put into words but you've done a great job at trying to explain it. The only thing I'll add is that whenever I've experienced such an inexplicable moment of familiarity, it feels like I've experienced that moment before but only mentally and not physically until it's actually happening at that present moment (which is what triggers the deja vu-like feeling). I'm not sure if that makes any sense or not, but it's the only way I can think to describe it.

 

[britchard]

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I almost got goosebumps reading this because I've had this very same thing happen to me. It's a very strange experience to try and put into words but you've done a great job at trying to explain it. The only thing I'll add is that whenever I've experienced such an inexplicable moment of familiarity, it feels like I've experienced that moment before but only mentally and not physically until it's actually happening at that present moment (which is what triggers the deja vu-like feeling). I'm not sure if that makes any sense or not, but it's the only way I can think to describe it.

Yes, exactly that. I've never had any experiences with ghosts or spirits (yet) but I have a relative who maintains that they once saw and spoke to one. They are a very trustworthy person in a white collar profession.

 

[Kurgan]

I've had a lot of deja vu at work where one meeting I remembered my supervisor saying this in a dream a few days before. It happens when I'm doing tasks and checking my work so I don't get in trouble.

I also remember floating on my bed when I was a kid in kindergarten and being taken out of the house. Can't remember the details, but I got thrown back into bed.

 

[Rigsby]

I'll just leave this here for those that want to walk on the wild side:
https://www.fourmilab.ch/rpkp/experiments/contents.html

Choose an experiment to run. Have a look at the results. Thousands of them. Pretty shocking. Esp does exist. But then again, maybe it doesn't. This stuff is so academic it makes my brain hurt.

But John Walker is no slouch. He's a force of nature.

If you got the mental chops, go to that page and have a go.

I got some pretty surprising results. But look at all the other results from the experiments. There really does appear to be something going on here. Maybe.

I'd be interested to know what the higher IQ members make of this.

This is real science - the way it should be done.

 

[Kish]

I had an episode of "Missing time" 2 years ago. I wasn't abducted or anything. But something from out of this world erased most of my memory for a few days.


"Imagine what you’ll know tomorrow"


There's definitely more to this world than just the Physical/visible.

 

[Ski pro]

I don’t remember exactly how it went down but I was lying in bed as a kid. Felt like something came to my room and told me, ‘you’re going to be ok’.

I’ve lived my life on that basis ever since.

 

[debeguiled]

I had an episode of "Missing time" 2 years ago. I wasn't abducted or anything. But something from out of this world erased most of my memory for a few days.


"Imagine what you’ll know tomorrow"


There's definitely more to this world than just the Physical/visible.

I really want to hear about this. Willing to share details? Did anyone else see you during this lost time and tell you about stuff you did?

 

[britchard]

Have a browse of the subreddit called something like 'glitch in the matrix'. Basically full of stories of people who have effectively jumped through the space-time continuum, and other weird shit.

 

[bojangles]

Foreseeing events is the main one for me, it happens quite regularly (maybe 5 or 6 times a year) but I haven't had any experiences with ghosts or spirits yet, although I do believe in the supernatural.

There is a strong pattern to my foresight of events. I will have a seemingly innocuous dream or daydream, then anywhere between a week and a couple of months later the exact thing will happen to me.

I'm not talking about foreseeing sports results or pieces of news, it is almost always conversations between other people. Sometimes when the start of the 'deja vu' kicks in, if my memory of the dream is really strong, I can say what the participants in the conversation are going to say before they even say it.

I almost got goosebumps reading this because I've had this very same thing happen to me. It's a very strange experience to try and put into words but you've done a great job at trying to explain it. The only thing I'll add is that whenever I've experienced such an inexplicable moment of familiarity, it feels like I've experienced that moment before but only mentally and not physically until it's actually happening at that present moment (which is what triggers the deja vu-like feeling). I'm not sure if that makes any sense or not, but it's the only way I can think to describe it.

Same, I just saw this thread under new posts was intrigued and fuck me reading that from britchard was a #metoo moment . Mine is conversations sometimes other times it is something innocuous happening and me realising that mentally I've seen and felt that happen before. For example a kid kicking his ball across my path as i walk through the park, I've dreamt it 6 months or even a year earlier. It's crazy, I wonder how common it is.

 

[Syberpunk]

I was in primary (kindergarden) school on Ash Wednesday 1998, looking at a days of the week calendar, a thought pops into my head, I was 7 and never thought of death, but I had a sudden feeling "That went someday my granny is going to die, my granny has died" at about 3pm.

I go home an hour later, I find out my grandmother is dead......at 3pm.

This was the grandparent who I had the most connection too (maybe that's the reason) and to this day it freaks me how how something just came bolting out of the ether at my mind. It was sudden calm knowing.

 

[Kish]

I really want to hear about this. Willing to share details? Did anyone else see you during this lost time and tell you about stuff you did?

It all started one Sunday 2 summers ago. I wasn't feeling well and as I was laying down on my couch, I felt something vibrating against my leg. A small portion of my couch was pulsating. I freaked out and called my Mom. I didn't tell her about the couch but i said i wasn't feeling well. My mother told my sister about it (who lives an hour away) and she came over to see how i was. We decided for me to spend the night at her place. My memory is fuzzy after that. I remember a portion of the ride over to my sister's place. I remember seeing several doctors the next few days. Eventually my full memory returned and I was sitting on a Hospital bed. My mom told me they decided to admit me because my blood pressure got a little high. But I had no memory of entering the hospital. My blood pressure came back down I was later released.

I never told anyone what happened.

 

[Beyond Borders]

When I was around 12-14, I had quite a few various experiences that seemed like interactions with ghosts. If you read up on accounts of hauntings, it's not uncommon for them to surround a person in the household who is going through puberty. These things would happen in different locations, but most centered around the house we were living in at the time.

It was mostly very small shit that I couldn't really pin down for sure. For example, I'd be playing an electronic keyboard, and just after I stopped, one single key would play by itself. Or would see something out of the corner of my eye - one time a mom's friend saw something pass behind me and screamed out. I'd be home alone and walk into the kitchen to find a burner glowing that I hadn't turned on. TV volume would get turned all the way up or down while I was in the other room.

But the one that sticks out in my mind the most is harder to brush off as a trick of the imagination. I got home alone from school one day and instantly threw my bag on the couch and went back in the kitchen to cook some ramen up (healthy, I know). While I'm waiting for the water to boil, I suddenly hear some rustling around in the back bedroom shared by me and my two brothers, seemingly coming from my older brother's closet.

I call out my brother's name. Nothing. So I decide to walk back there and see what's up - mind you I'm already a bit nervous alone in this house because of all the little "incidents," so I've got that feeling you get when you're watching a scary movie and someone is walking into a room they know they shouldn't walk into.

You have to pass through the only bathroom in the house to get into our bedroom. And that's when it happens - as I walked by the bathroom sink, the faucet suddenly turns on...

I turned it off. Turned off the burner in the kitchen.

And went up and sat in a tree in the driveway for hours, waiting for someone else to get home.

My mom has always fancied herself a little bit psychic, and there seem to be all sorts of things backing it up. She also had experiences with ghosts when she was younger. Once when she and my father were house-sitting in Cape Cod, as she tells it, an "unseen" force drug her off the bed and out of my dad's arms, leaving him essentially playing tug of war in the dark. They left the room and never stayed in that house again.

But the premonitions is where she has really blown me away a lot of times. She's always sharing dreams with myself or her sister, some of which seem to hint at something that happens later on. The most striking psychic experience happened when she was working a job as a bartender one night. As a single mother raising three boys on her own, you can bet bartending was a taxing job, and the first thing she'd want to do after her late night shift was over was get home and collapse into bed so she could catch a few hours of sleep before getting us up for school in the morning.

Anyhow, when she got to the road that led to our house, "something," an instinct of sorts, told her not to turn down it and to just keep going. For some reason she followed this instinct. Mind you it's late late night and we live out in the country - it's nothing but dark redwood forests, and no real feeling of safety for a woman alone at night. She kept driving and telling herself she should just turn around and go back, but every time, the urge to go on hit her again, and she'd obey.

Finally, about 3 or 4 miles down the road, she told herself how ridiculous it all was and made a mental note that she was turning around after the next corner and quitting this aimless nonsense. But...as she rounded the corner, there was an SUV upside down in the road. It was a friend of hers who'd been drinking at the bar that night - her boyfriend was behind her when she wrecked, but he couldn't leave her there alone to go get help. She was lying there in the road with a huge gash on her forehead, bleeding all over the place. My mom stayed with her while the boyfriend ran to the payphone in town to call 911 (this was before cell phones, for you youngsters out there).

I don't know if her friend was injured so bad she wouldn't have made it without my mom showing up, but regardless, a striking experience.

I have my own share of dreams that seem somewhat psychic in nature. One that stands out to me is a dream I had where I had moved into this new place and was being haunted/followed by a ghost that would stand outside my house. There was a sense of there being a real threat to my life. Anyhow, I won't drag on about the details of the dream, but I remember one moment I was hiding in my place and scared shitless, holding my .45 in my hand. At one point, I raised the blinds to see if I could see anything outside, and I was shocked to find this girl standing just outside my window, feet from me, staring at me.

It was obviously a girl, but it had this huge bloated face with no eyes or mouth. I remember it being so real, and I jumped back, and I lifted the .45 and pointed it at her face, and I was just about to pull the trigger...and suddenly the face turned into that of my sister's....

When I woke up from this dream, I remember being so shook up that I called my sister to check on her. I had this unsettling feeling that the dream was a premonition of something that was happening to her or was going to happen to her. But I didn't want to spook her, so I didn't mention it when we talked.

A few days later, perhaps a week, my sister and brother were involved in a really bad car accident. My sister got the worse of it, her back broken in multiple places, along with a lot of internal injuries. When I showed up to see her at the hospital, I remember looking down at her and not being able to recognize her, as her face and head were so swollen and bloated she looked like some completely different person. It struck me immediately, that her face closely resembled the ghost in my dream (though obviously she still had eyes, a nose, and a mouth).

Fortunately, my sister came out of that alright, and other than bad back problems and surgeries she has to get to remove internal scar tissue from time to time, she lives a rather normal life.

I've also had a lot of experiences that very much resembled a sign or a communication from a Higher Power. Got work to do but maybe I'll come in at a later time and write about them too.

 

[sterling_archer]

^Enjoyed the reading BB. Will post reply when I get from work.