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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Rigsby" data-source="post: 1095289" data-attributes="member: 7361">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...</blockquote>

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