David A's Experiences
I have had numerous paranormal experiences in my life. I'm not the kind of person who does yoga and talks about our 'connectedness'; I don't talk about U.F.O.s or other things that many would consider 'on the fringe' or 'flakey'. Nevertheless, as a result of my life-long inexplicable experiences, I am convinced that there is more to life than the so-called experts can explain.
In highschool, I once saw the same ghost twice--AFTER I'd been experiencing for months the sensation that something had moved out of the corner of my eye. I never spoke to anyone about it. Years later, I discovered by accident that my two sisters had seen the identical ghost and also didn't mention it to each other.
I had a prophetic dream that made no sense to me at the time. In the dream, I turned the corner of a building and saw a gigantic, blue-colored block of something I couldn't identify. The following week, a family friend took my brother and I cross-country skiing. On the way to our hotel room, I turned the corner of the balcony that lead to our room and stopped dead in my tracks, my mouth agape. My brother said my face had turned white. It was a gigantic block of ice that had been pushed up vertically onto the shore of Lake Superior. It was identical to what I'd seen in the dream. It was my first experience with the unexplainable.
I've had ultra-realistic, prophetic dreams since then. The second dream (after the ice block) concerned what apparently was my wife and two boys. This dream occurred in 1982. I was single. In the dream, I committed suicide by jumping off a cliff. Still in the dream, I felt my body hit the rocks below, then instantly float skyward. I looked down at my body and wondered why I had done such a stupid thing. Shortly after, the police escorted my wife to the area to identify my body. As I floated next to her, I could feel the heat of the patrol car, I could feel the wind in my face, I could smell the hot engine. I was crying and screaming in her ear "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!", but she didn't hear me. I didn't know she had loved me. I heard her curse me and ask "Now what am I going to do? How am I supposed to support two boys?"
I looked to the left and saw two large, handsome young men and understood that they were my children. I clearly saw my wife's face. It was the worst dream I had had up to that point. Four years later, I was in the service overseas and walked into the office my first day, to introduce myself. A woman had her back to me. When she turned around, I almost fainted! It was the EXACT woman I saw as my wife in the dream, four years earlier! I met her in 1986. We married and had two boys...
Also in 1982, I had a hyper-realistic dream in which I had died an old man. I was very wealthy. My wife (the same woman in the 'suicide dream') had divorced me. My younger, newer wife was at the funeral, as were the same two young men, my sons. I could read people's minds as they milled about the room where they viewed my body. I was VERY upset at some of their thoughts. Some had only pretended to be my friends; others were deeply saddened at my loss; and one man was thinking how he'd seduce and marry my widow!
As I floated around the room, trying to talk to my friends, I heard a chuckle and looked around to see who'd laughed at me. I couldn't see anyone, but was overjoyed that at least SOMEONE could see and hear me! A disembodied voice told me to come with him, my friends couldn't see or hear me. About that time, my ex-wife --drunk-- burst into the funeral home and made a scene about how 'hateful' I'd been because I only left her $500,000! My sons respectfully escorted her out.
The next I knew, I was on a hilltop overlooking the funeral home. All these other people were laughing, talking with each other, running up and down the hill and generally having a great time. I watched astounded as they formed a circle and began to fly! They zoomed and floated, laughed and screamed with delight. I stood alone, morose and bewildered. The other people then floated to the ground and reformed in a circle.
Now that I'm talking about it, I recall what happened next. A beautiful old woman asked me a question, very sweetly. I said something like "Don't you get it! We're all DEAD!" I instantly regretted being so brusque with her. I was embarrassed. I resented them being able to fly and I couldn't. I resented their having fun. I told them "humans can't fly". Still feeling bad, I looked at them and said meekly, "That's what I meant. Humans can't fly. We must be dead". Most of the group gave me icy stares; a few simply smiled at me. They broke up into smaller groups or sat down in the sun by themselves.
Then a voice came down to me, called me by name. It told me I could fly, too. I asked "Who are you?!" and got a chuckle in reply. I DEMANDED that the voice tell me that "Jesus is the Son of God and God is the Ruler of the Universe and Father of Love". The voice didn't comply with my orders, but said gently, quietly, "You know who I am".
In that instant, I almost cried for joy. I felt surrounded --infused-- with love, support and protection. I'd been afraid it was the devil toying me with and the others. But the instant it said "You know who I am", I knew it wasn't. I was never a devout Christian. Ever. And yet it was the only framework I could relate to. With three words, I knew there was a God, and God is Love.
I asked if I could see Him. There was only silence. I was afraid He'd left. I asked again, pleading. And the voice said "Would that help?" in a way that made me feel foolish and cared for, all at once. I said it would. In an instant, an old man appeared near my right elbow. I dropped to my knee and did my feeble best to worship him. Apparently, he was an angel or something, since he told me (with a little hint of anger) to get up! He was not the one to be worshipped. God was. Before I could ask more questions, he instructed me to run downhill and flap my arms and I would fly. After one or two bad attempts, it worked!
After it worked, I found myself gliding over the trees far below, looking down at the funeral home again. The other folks on the hill had disappeared. My companion and I glided to a stop near the home. We walked through the wall --much to my protest and amazement-- and stood in a corner as the service started. I knew without being told that I had to come back. I didn't want to. I begged and pleaded not to come back; I didn't want to be 'crammed' back into that old body. My companion just looked at me, as if to say "I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do". I started to cry. Then woke up.
Tears were streaming down my face when I woke up. I was back. I was grateful and sad all at once. I felt embarrassed for how I'd treated those people on the hill. I felt alone again. Alone and human.
Then there was the time I had a Life Review. This'll be short. I was in the military, at the embassy in Jordan. There was a bomb threat. Some sort of device in a cardboard box at a nearby building owned by the embassy. We security guards were dispatched to secure the area. I was told to stay near the box and not let anyone go near it.
For those of you who don't know, radio signals can set off explosives if the right switch is used in making the bomb. I had a radio. A fellow guard kept asking me for a report over the radio. I was certain if he didn't stop transmitting or if I transmitted, I'd set off the bomb and be killed.
I happened to be standing in the street and noticed at one point that I felt lightheaded and then some sort of screen appeared. I could see the street behind the screen. Then moments of my life began to play on the screen. I felt every emotion I'd ever had, all over again. I felt every hurt I'd ever inflicted and felt deeply ashamed. I heard the laughs and smiled. I felt the sorrow of having to say goodbyes to all my friends who'd moved out of town. I felt everything all over again...and found my life wasn't as bad as I'd thought it was --nor as kind or honest as I'd thought I'd been. I've never told anyone until now about this event.
There are a few other episodes of unexplained things I've seen or been through, but I'll cut this short as I've written too much already. Except this: I once had an OBE, in 1978. It too was short. I'd been suffering for a week from an abscess in my tooth. I even stayed home from school for a day. My mother wouldn't take me to the dentist; at first she thought I was faking, but when I developed a high fever, she said we didn't have the money to see the dentist.
One night, I lay groaning and tossing in my bed. My brother told me to shut up, I was keeping him awake. I cried very hard, but quietly. It felt like nobody in my family either believed me or cared about me. Around two in the morning, I woke up again from the pain. I couldn't take it any more and just begged to die, over and over. I started to lose my hearing or something, because my voice seemed fainter by the second. I suddenly heard a "POP!" and the pain instantly stopped.
At first, I thought the abscess had burst, then discovered to my horror and curiosity that I was standing in the corner of my bedroom, looking at my body! There was a greenish light that covered my body, then the light faded. I started to cry again (I was fifteen), horrified that I was dead or something. There was a rushing sound and I found myself back in my body. The pain was still there, but much less than it had been.
I thought I'd just been dreaming --maybe-- until I was listening to a radio show about OBEs, nearly twenty years after the event. The guest speaker mentioned that many people hear a loud popping sound when they leave their bodies. I was literally jolted upright in my seat when I heard that. It was the first time I'd ever heard anyone mention it. That's how I knew the speaker was 'for real'.
There's so much more to say, but again, I've gone on too long.
Was the kind of experience difficult to express in words? Yes The number and variety of them.
At the time of this experience, was there an associated life threatening event? Yes In the OBE experience, I had been suffering from an extremely painful abscessed tooth; my Life Review was triggered by a bomb.
At what time during the experience were you at your highest level of consciousness and alertness? The entire time.
How did your highest level of consciousness and alertness during the experience compare to your normal every day consciousness and alertness? More consciousness and alertness than normal
If your highest level of consciousness and alertness during the experience was different from your normal every day consciousness and alertness, please explain: The entire time.
Did your vision differ in any way from your normal, everyday vision (in any aspect, such as clarity, field of vision, colors, brightness, depth perception degree of solidness/transparency of objects, etc.)? Yes In some instances, yes. I could see things in incredible detail at impossible distances. At other times, I could 'hear colors' or 'feel sounds'.
Did your hearing differ in any way from your normal, everyday hearing (in any aspect, such as clarity, ability to recognize source of sound, pitch, loudness, etc.)?
Yes Again, I could --on occasion-- 'hear colors'.
Did you experience a separation of your consciousness from your body? Yes
What emotions did you feel during the experience? In the single OBE I've had, I felt terrified, confused then sad as it happened.
Did you pass into or through a tunnel or enclosure? No
Did you see a light? No Not in the classic sense of seeing a tunnel. I saw a glow covering my body.
Did you meet or see any other beings? Yes 1. Yes. Unknown others of various ages, races and sexes; also saw an angel or mystical being.
2. No, during my actual
Did you experience a review of past events in your life? Yes I learned that my stepfather did the best he could, considering how he'd been raised. I hated him when I was a kid, before my mother divorced him. I learned that I wasn't as cowardly or alone as I thought I was, but not as nice or honest either.
Did you observe or hear anything regarding people or events during your experience that could be verified later? No
Did you see or visit any beautiful or otherwise distinctive locations, levels or dimensions? Yes In one prophetic dream (described above), I was in a beautiful valley with gently rolling hills and warm, green grass blown by a cool, 'just-right' breeze.
Did you have any sense of altered space or time? Yes During a life review, time stood still
Did you have a sense of knowing special knowledge, universal order and/or purpose? Yes Again, in my prophetic dreams, there was a clear message that life is precious; we are to enjoy it, nourish it, not take it for granted and do the best we can. There is a higher order or purpose.
Did you reach a boundary or limiting physical structure? Uncertain In the dream of my death at an old age, I felt as if I 'didn't belong' or wasn't fully accepted by the group on the hill who were waiting to move on.
Did you become aware of future events? Yes
I literally met the woman of my dreams and we DID have two boys, as I foresaw.
Did you have any psychic, paranormal or other special gifts following the experience you did not have prior to the experience? Uncertain I've always been good at feeling whether someone is a nice person or not the moment I meet them. This ability seems to be enhanced slightly.
Have you shared this experience with others? Yes At a minimum, ten years.
Interested dis-belief (or half-hearted belief).
Did you have any knowledge of near death experience (NDE) prior to your experience? Yes I'd read about 'Walk Ins' before the abscess. About a year before. That's why I was unsure if this were something my mind had made up after reading it, or if it were real.