THE OTHERWORLDLY THREAD 👽✨🔮🌙

[veronika23]

I’ve wanted to start this for so long but never got around to it. Back in the day I think I had a similar thread and I wanted to bring it back.

Do you love anything out of the norm: the strange, the unusual, and the mysterious? Anything relating to the supernatural, the paranormal and mystical? Then this thread is for you! A place to discuss anything and everything about the unknown, the occult, legends and theories… anything goes!

[mermadelove]

@Beadshopgirl that sounds about right!

[Beadshopgirl]

When my daughter was a very young toddler, she ran into a glass display case at home head-first, shattering through the (not safety) glass. When I pulled her out, all she’d sustained was a tiny tiny nick on her eyebrow, despite all the glass! @mermadelove 

[mermadelove]

@Beadshopgirl when my daughter was an infant, she used to track with her eyes, laugh out loud, coo and grab for things/ people I couldn’t see. I always believed it was my grand-mère. She is the one who helped me traverse all of the trickiness of otherworldly stuff. She died before my daughter was even conceived. The last time I saw her alive she had this sweet smile on her face and her aura was bright gold. I told her it was ok for her to leave, although I’d be sad that she would never meet my children. She told me she would be there and that I would have a daughter. A few weeks later, she was gone. Took a nap and never woke up. For background I must add that my entire life I would beg her not to die, then when I was old enough to understand that was not possible, I begged her to be around long enough to meet my kids. I was 35 or so when she died.... all of the “ impossible saves” I’ve witnessed with my daughter make me believe that she is looking out for her. Your story aboutyour grandfather instantly made me think of her! ❤️✨❤️

[veronika23]

That's nice @mermadelove! Lucky you had someone to help you with that too! 🖤

[fieldsofclover]

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[Beadshopgirl]

That is so lovely @mermadelove!

[thislittlefox]

I absolutely believe in the supernatural. I was raised Southern Baptist, but most of my family does. They don't talk about it and aren't "into" that sort of stuff. But its a quiet acknowledgement that there are things beyond the physical and natural and quite a few people in the family experienced one thing or another.

In my case, my first experience I didn't know was anything unusual at all until I was nearly 20. When I was about 4 or 5, I was hospitalized for a few days due to a really bad case of the flu. I have one memory of that time and that was waking up to an older gentleman in a brown suit sitting next to my bed, hat in his lap and holding a little unicorn (those little 1980s ceramic ones with the rainbow main and tail). He sat there and talked for a bit, but all I remember of what he said was that I'd be fine and heading home soon, and something about flowers. And he handed me the Unicorn and left. Soon after my Mom came back from where ever she'd been and I asked who it was. She didn't know and assumed it was just someone else's visitor had stepped in or something.  For the longest time, I kept thinking he'd given me that unicorn and it drove my mother nuts (my Mother bought it and brought it into the room while I was sleeping). And that memory stuck with me.

Then, when I was around 20 or so, I was sitting with my grandfather, Great Grandfather and mother and helping organize some photo albums when I came across a photo of the man, wearing the same suite. I immediately pointed him out and mama looks at him and asked if I was sure, to which I was.  

The man was my great, great grandfather who passed away a few years before I was born. My Mother was apparently his favorite and his nickname for her was rosebud (which I guess is why I remembered something about flowers). The photo in the brown suite was taken on his 101st birthday, the day he passed. So that was my first experience. And I still have that unicorn.

Another one I witnessed, rather than experienced. I was in the woods with my cousins and we were building a fort. One of my cousins had a temper and could be a bit reckless, he was going through a lot at the time. Well, he and his sister were bickering and he turned to throw his hatchet in a fit, just as she walked in the path of it. It happened before any of us could really react. But instead of hitting her, it made a loud "CLANK" sound, as though it hit something right in front of her, and fell to the ground. There was absolutely NOTHING in front of her. Scared the living crap out of all of us and he was in (upset) hysterics at the realization of what could have happened. She and I were just stunned to silence at that point. None of us really talk about that and we never did finish that fort or go back to that spot, but I'll never forget that clanking sound and I'll always be grateful for whatever it was. 

Most of my other experiences happened in one place. Two in particular stick with me. We lived in an old Mill House my parents rented in England for a few years, beautiful place but the mill hadn't been renovated, I think they were trying to raise funds for it or something. One day I was home alone, messing around on the computer and I heard a voice that registered to me as my Mother's say "Nana, let the dog out." and without thinking I responded ok, just a second and being the typical teen, promptly forget and continue to chat online. (The dog was next to me at this time). So a bit goes by, not sure how long, when I hear the voice again, loudly go "NANA, LET THE DOG OUT NOW!" So I say ok and get up, walk over to the door and open it and call the dog. Only to see the dog sitting on the otherside of the door. Thats when it hit me that: A) I was home alone. B) The dog was previously inside with me. C) I could not recall the sound of the voice, only the voice itself. So at the time it "sounded" like my mother, but now I couldn't recall the sound to attach to the words. It freaked me out and I ended up sitting outside in the cold with the dog for the next hour and a half until my family got home. 

The second time, I remember waking up in the middle of the night. And it felt like something was watching me and I could not get myself to open my eyes. My gut was telling me to keep them closed. I slept on a floor futon. So I laid there for what felt like forever with my eyes shut, frozen. I tried telling myself it was the dog or my little brother. Then I felt something step on the futon next to my face and push the mat down. I freaked, hopped up and ran out the door and called for the dog as quietly as I could, hoping to see him come walking out of my room... And instead he came bounding up the stairs, he'd been downstairs the whole time. So I take the dog by the collar and reach in and flick the light on in my room. Nothing is there. There was no way for anything to enter or exit without me having seen it. But something had stepped on that futon mat. Right. next. to. my. head. Heavy enough to push the cushion in. So I didn't sleep again that night. Other little things happened there, like seeing things out of the corner of your eye. Or hearing someone talking next to the mill, only for there to be no one there. And I swear I saw something hanging from the balcony of the mill one evening while walking by my bedroom window, but nothing was there when I did a double take.

So... Yeah. I do believe there are things that can't really be explained and I do believe in, I guess I'd say ghosts. Despite that though, I'm also very skeptical by nature and despite what I've experienced I do find myself doubting probably about 99% of the things I hear. I'm the kind thats going to internally roll my eyes every time I hear someone say they're a psychic or clairvoyant or something is haunted or such. But thats largely just because I don't trust most people in general, not because I don't believe such things potentially exist.

[k617]

Those are some amazing stores @thislittlefox! That first one about your great great grandfather is strange, but sweet at the same time. Makes me believe someone who loves us is always watching over us.

[veronika23]

Wow! Great stories @thislittlefox. Thanks for sharing!

[mermadelove]

@thislittlefox. Thanks for sharing those stories!!!! I absolutely love hearing other people’s experiences. 

[MousseCake]

I'm agnostic and don't like organized religion. I'm a skeptic when it comes to ghost and other paranormal things, but I might have had a personal experience a few years ago, that I never let myself think about to its full extent. It's hard for me to even admit it, because there is so much stigma around talking about these things. Anyways, the actual story. I graduated med school in 2013, and in early 2014 I was an intern at a Pediatric ward working the night shift. The ward was organized in such a way that the intensive care unit was in between the 2 sections of the Pediatric floor and there were 2 wards on each side. The room where the interns spent the night was directly adjacent to the ward where most of the children were between 12-15 years of age. So anyways, it's a typical slow night, sometime around February, and I'm finishing up my work. I update the files, check up on all the kids, make sure the nurses don't need me for anything and then go off to my little room by the neonatal intensive care unit (NICU). The babies in the NICU are all intubated and so there is no crying or fussing, just the noise of the machines in the background. I'm in my room, and at this point it is about 2 am, and I'm studying, when I hear a gnawing cry. It sounded like a toddler crying, maybe 2 or 3 years old. It was a continuous, soft, gnawing cry for attention, that came in waves the way a sick baby would cry if their mother wasn't waking up to care for them and they needed to be taken care of. It seemed to last forever, but in reality I couldn't have been listening to the cry for more than a minute or two. It had startled me, especially since I had just checked up on all the kids.At the time, I had a 2 year old in one of the wards, so I just assumed it was him. Even though realistically he was all the way down the hall and there was no way I could have heard him cry from my room. I went back to the ward to check up on him a second time. I walked into the ward and of course no one was awake. I went back to my room at this point, trying to shake it off, but I could still distinctly hear it. In that split second, it didn't occur to me to be afraid, I just needed to know what was going on. I left my room and started looking for the source of the sound. I checked the halls behind the room. I checked every closet and behind every door. I even went around asking all the nurses on the floor that night, if anyone had heard anything, to no avail. My first thought was that I had had an auditory hallucination. Maybe, it was that I was tired, and it was late, and I was worried about the kids and so my subconscious had devised that cry as a way to keep me alert, I thought. But in all honesty, I know I heard a cry. I was wide awake and alert. I was studying. Anyways, days go by and the experience gets pushed to the back of my mind, until I hear a group of staff discussing something "weird" that had been going on. From what I gathered a few of the interns had heard the same thing I did. I never told anyone, but apparently someone had let it leak and the nurses were now talking about it. It turns out one of them was on call one night, years ago, when a toddler around that age had died that had the same kind of cry. The toddler was poor from a very remote area and his parents couldn't afford to care for him. So, by the time he had arrived it was too late for him. Ever since he had passed, apparently a few interns each year have reported hearing cries. Part of me still doesn't believe it, but then the other part of me wonders. It's still hard for me to think what might have actually been going on. In truth I have no answers. But, what ever it was I'm glad I'm not working at that hospital anymore. 

[veronika23]

Thanks for sharing @MousseCake.  It's true there is still plenty of stigma around this subject... but it's getting better. I think it's always good to ask ourselves questions and wonder about things 🙂

[NikkiBC]

I grew up Catholic, I was a good girl who went to church and attended my catechism faithfully. I do believe in an afterlife, whether it is heaven or hell! I have had a Faith crisis a couple times in my life! But I truly believe there is more after we die! There is a God, Buddha, unicorn, or Spirit Llama! Whatever you want to believe in and/or pray to! I truly believe/hope there is more, otherwise why do we fight in our life so hard, for there to be no reward! 

Which brings me to my next part! From the "heaven" I believe there are small "break outs" or "tears" in the barrier between our times/worlds. Like a parallel universe! And this is what we experience/see when we have an encounter! 

Now that I have babbles/blithered on! Here is my experiences;

This is from my own personal family experiece.... I had an aunt who battled cancer 3 times in her very short, very beautiful life. Just minutes before she passed away she looked at my uncle, who was very much worried and said, "don't worry about me Trev, I will be ok! Your parents are here to take me to the other side. Can yuou not see them, there at trhe end of the bed? I'm going to be ok" and then she passed! Sure it could have been the drugs, or a hallucination, easily explained off by scientific methods, but I do not believe that at all, I truly believe my grandparents were there to escort her to heaven!!!! 

I have also had several other family members who while close to dying, have stated they see my grandparents, who are there to take them to heaven!

My grandparents were devote Catholics! Main reason why I was brought up Catholic! Every holiday/school vacation we would all migrate to their house, they lived on a huge chunk of land out in the middle of the Bush, so plenty of room for all of us kids to run around like animals!!! I will also add I have a HUGE family ... and I am not exaggerating when I say HUGE!!!! So at any given time during school breaks there was 30+ of us family members at their house!!! So it makes perfect sense for them to be the ones to appear and bring family to heaven!!!

Professional experieces:

I work in a hospital emergency room .... I have only been there 8 or 9 years so my experiwnces are no where close to what others have had! But we have multiple "ghosts" that haunt our halls! There is one that haunts the morgue and likes to play tricks on the newer staff, scaring them! It clanks the drawers and closes the doors hard! It also likes to tap on the desk making people panic and then mess up having to stay there longer!!! 

I have seen ghosts wandering the halls, looking over very sick patients, trying to calm babies .... some don't care that you see them while others it is a quick glimpse or a feeling you are not alone!! 

One of my more shocking experinces was a woman approaching me saying her son was unwell and needed help. I said I'd grab his nurse to come see him, and she was very insistent that I come with her.... so I came to the bedside to find the young man not breathing at all, his lips had a blue tint to them .... I tried shaking him, calling his name loudly and doing a sternal rub and nothing .... I then yelled for help ..... one of my co-workers came to the bedside to help, roughly 30 seconds after my coworker came to the bedside, the patient jumped up, startled, and looked at us like we were insane! He had no clue he had been brought to the ER (as he was higher then a kite and probably drunk as well).... so, after making sure he was ok, and giving him a dose of IV narcan (just to be extra cautious) to counteract the drugs he took! While we got him set up with the bedside moniters, put the head of his bed up etc, I mentioned that he was lucky his mom had been there and grabbed us when she did otherwise he might not have made it! I turned around to see where she might have been moved to when we had to get into the cubical to attend to him!  He then froze and went very stiff/still. He asked me who I said asked for help? And I was like, your mom!?! 

He said that his mom had died when he was a boy, (i of course asked if there was anyone else, friend or family) and he had NO female family members in our city/area!!

It gave me goose bumps!!! 

I told him that obviously someone was looking out for him and the higher powers have a bigger plan for him in life! That he should stop making poor life choices and choose to live! 

I haven't seen him since, he hasn't been brought to the ER for substance misuse in all the shifts I have worked or in the regular "stomping grounds" for the drug users! So part of me really hopes he got the help he needed to start making better life choices! 

Other things I have seen/experienced:

I've walked past a room and glanced in to see someone sitting or standing next to the patient. More often then not a patient who has no family. Then later that day they pass away. My guess is it is their loved one coming to get them, to take them to the other side! It happens more frequently then people think. 

I've also seen people who are on deaths door speak look at and speak to someone who is not there!!! Again I believe it is a loved on from the "other side" who is either encouraging them to fight, that it is not their time OR telling them it is their time and it is ok to let go! 

This is just a few of my experieces, the ones that stick out in my memories!!!

If you got to the end of this long winded story, thank you for taking the time to read it! 

xoxo

N

[veronika23]

Wow. Thanks so much for your stories @NikkiBC.  I've heard a lot of similar things from health care workers.

[mermadelove]

@NikkiBC Welcome!! Thank you SO MUCH fr sharing your stories!! As a health care worker myself, I can totally attest to the fact that when people are ready to pass, they see their loved ones who come to help them cross over, I would bet that if every health care provider that worked with dying patients was asked, they would all have multiple stories of this nature to share!!!

[mermadelove]

@MousseCake It sounds like you heard exactly what you heard, and you weren't the first one and you tried not to think about it or to talk yourself out of it. If you trust what you heard and file it away, maybe you;ll have other experiences or hear about other experiences that will eventually help you sort this out. I think that that child's end was unpleasant and it either left a huge energy imprint in the ward, or that child's spirit is lingering there. Without going there and checking it out, I can't really tell you. But the more we observe with discernment and without judgement, the more we learn about things we can't wrap our brains around. Thanks for having the courage to share your story! It's fascinating!! I used to live in a really old farmhouse in the hillowns of New England. I had quite a few experiences in that house!  Footsteps from the back entrance that mysteriously continued upstairs in the hallway without ever traversing the stairs, Native American drumming and chanting-- always on the Summer Solstice, and more! 

[MousseCake]

How did you make sense of what happened? Or have you always believed?

[mermadelove]

@MousseCake I’ve always known about this stuff for as long as I can remember. My childhood is full of otherworldly experiences. My grandmother guided me through a lot of it. These two particular events happened while I was living with my friend. She was there when the footsteps happened and heard it too. She was also a psychic and spiritual teacher. I became friends with her after taking a class from her and after a few years taught with her too. So this kind of thing happened often around us. But the footsteps she explained as the ghost of the farmer that had lived there back in the day. The drumming she had warned me about but I totally forgot about it until I heard it too. I thought she was at home and meditating to a cd but nobody was home and no matter where I was I the house, it sounded like it was right above my head. It was actually comforting unlike the footsteps which totally freaked me out. Talking to angels I can deal with. Restless spirits not so much!!!

[TheOGKalex]

I really struggle with my belief in "otherworldly" stuff.  I belong to (and work at) a conservative Lutheran church who as a whole just doesn't acknowledge any of it.  They will tell you there is no such thing as reincarnation or ghosts for example.  And I'm like, "Really?  Then why do I sometimes feel like my soul knows a person or a place?"  Or "Oh?  Tell that to the 6ft tall shadow figure I just saw walk through my dining room."

I absolutely believe in God and I'm not questioning that.  I think that He has us on a "need to know" basis concerning things He didn't put in the Bible and I'm surrounded by a lot of closed-minded people.  It's frustrating.  I'm envious of people who have figured out how to... (struggling with wording here) remember or know things that I seem to only be able to touch on occasionally.

In regards to the empath thing...  Sometimes I think I'm nuts because I read a person or situation one way and others are like "No, you're wrong." but I swear I can feel it.

[veronika23]

I'm sorry you struggle with that @TheOGKalex.  Just know that you are NOT nuts! I can feel a lot of things too and I've also been called a lot of things as well... but I know what I know and and feel what I feel. In some cases it played out for all to see.  So just keep trusting in that and feel free to share here anytime you have something you'd like to share. Sometimes we need people with open minds around us... and that's a good thing 🙂

[mermadelove]

@TheOGKalex one of the reasons I left organized religion is this. The closed mindedness you mention and what felt like lies to me. I can feel when someone is lying, too and it feels awful. Depending on their “ reason “ for lying it feels different. Small self preservation type lies feel like pinches. Used car salesman type deception feels like nausea. War mongering type lies feel like I’m drowning in slime. I’m getting a bit off track in this explanation but I guess what I’m trying to say is that organized religion and the society we live in feels to me like they are trying to get us to shut down and not trust our God given gifts. Then we wonder why there is so much depression / anxiety/ violence when we are taught to disconnect from the Truth and one another. I saw a show once where an Egyptian shaman said that humans by birthright have over 300 senses but we are taught that we have Five. FIVE!!!!! We have lost so many of them and when we do tap into more than five, we are labeled crazy, schizophrenic, or taught to talk ourselves out of it. But take a tally of the number of times you have had strong gut feelings about something that you ignored then kicked yourself for later. I’ll bet that nine times out of ten that gut instinct was right. We all need to listen more. Trust more. Love more. ❤️✨🌈🦄🧜🏾‍♀️