A Group to Discuss Experiences related to creativity that are completely out of the ordinary. This includes synchronicities, unexplainable phenomenon, miracles, muses, etc.
LOL! i think it's very difficult to politely discuss whether or not certain phenom exist or doesn't, because by definition the paranormal is not playing by the regular rules of the universe. however i think just as it is not scientific to pay attention to every little "feeling of a spirit" someone has or every toilet flush, it is also not scientific to ignore all the stories by so many people. yes it COULD be the imagination hoping for something. but to me that isn't a scientific explanation any more than jenny saying her toilet flushed is.
ok, let's do it! we just need our phone and some times. it would be fun to have some more people, but i have to think , because if you guys are on conference call, then the others would have to be in the room with me.
How does one explain the numerous "un-explainables"? IE; Kirsten, 28yo mom/wife/ joy-ful nature has returned to oncology deprtmt because of leukemia relapse.....after administering "salvage" chemotherapy, she becomes seriously grave, nearly unresponsive to verbal stimuli.....her hubby , 2 kids are informed by oncologist of kirsten's grave condition. kirsten ,like overnite, got "all better" and soon ,thereafter, was discharged home and I still get her christmas greeting cards! over the yrs, Oncologists and staff witness several of these "unexplainables" , what da ya think?
spontaneous healings happen all the time, jodie. i find it unfortunate that the medical community doesn't talk about them more often. frequently people are given an awful diagnosis and then TOLD to die by their p hysician without any mention of the possibility that they might just get better with no explanation at all! i've seen it happen. how does it happen? there are forces at work. how and why and when they work, that is the part that confuses me. but they are at work. of that, i have no doubt.
I followed okay but hard to perceive within my realm of realism.... glad there are big-time thinkers and doers and sharers out there because every step in sciences is followed by more steps of data/theories and may someday lead to who knows what....self regeneration of failing body organs/tissues; halting /slowing of aging with accompanying increases of longevity.......wow, what a thought! thanks for post,Lisa
aren't all the possibilities amazing, jodie? the more we realize that we are vibrational energy, the more it is easier to understand possibilities. if you look in a microscope at dense matter closer and closer all you will see is empty space!
ok you guys...it's autumn. it's a good time to start telling your tales of the extraordinary. please let us know your recent "happenings" and bring some other folks to the group , ok? thanks!
My late husband was always a joker; loved to make people laugh. Today is the 7 year anniversary of my beloved Michael's passing. When I got home this evening there were 2 pieces of mail addressed to him with my address; an address he never lived at in a town he visited twice. One was from the USPS requesting he participate in a survey which measures the "timeliness of mail delivered." The other was from Mutual of Omaha with an offer for life insurance, "No health questions." I couldn't help but laugh.
i so love this story, diane! thank you so much for sharing it here. i find that a story like this is confirming of a hereafter, because the liklihood of it happening is just so remote. and it's funny on top of it. your husband surely must have a great sense of humor!!!! he wanted a chuckle out of you!!!! xxx
There are a group of scientists who have been studying prayer for the last 20 years. This is a worldwide study of all religions including atheism. Not all believe in the same God, nor do all believe in a hereafter. They found that everyone who prayed , emitted antibodies into the red blood cells from the same gland. There was a family of atheists in one room, praying for a family member who was dying. They were not praying to a god, but just asking for recovery. In each and every case there were signs of improvement. The atheists have the scientists stumped, for they have no god, but in desperation were saying the heartfelt words. I imagine that this study could go on forever without exact answers.
that is absolutely fascinating, lorraine!!! i didn't know this. thanks for sharing!!! apparently some time in meditation and prayer is good for everyone!!!
My husband and I lived in a second story apartment in an old house in Burleson, Texas. There was a crawl space in the attic we stored a few things. It made me uneasy to have that door open and made a point to keep it closed...over and over again, I would wake up to find it open. This was directly located over our small kitchen. It was in the fall, cooler weather, all windows closed when we came home to find every single surface in the kitchen was covered by hornets. Called the exterminator. About 3 months later, we came home to find the same thing, only this time it was flies! Ugh! No food left out, clean garbage can. Called the exterminator again who had no answers. Not a single hornet nor fly outside of that kitchen with the crawl space above it. We were sitting on the couch in the living room, about 10 feet from the attic door. The picture hanging on the wall right there, suddenly landed in our lap. We eventually talked to the people downstairs who had their own happenings. You turn on an electrical appliance only to come back and find it turned off. She always blamed her kids. The only thing that was turned on was the alarm clock, that would go off at odd times during the day or night. We moved out at the same time. Coming back for that last load we found the fire dept. putting out a small fire on the porch right in front of the door. No rhyme or reason for how this fire started. Maybe an omen of not wanting us to leave or not wanting us back in. They rented those apartments for two more years and couldn't find any one to stay. It is still standing today and is a plumbing-heating business. Go figure.
My grandmother, so beloved by everyone, had the most extraordinary death. She was in hospice the final week of her life and not once was she left alone...there was a family member with her at all times. I rarely left her side...staying through the night and leaving only for a couple of hours to go home and shower or take a quick nap. On the morning of the 4th of July my mother came to sit with her mother and I left for a few hours. When I returned late that afternoon it was obvious Nanny's breathing had changed...she had been semi-comatose the past few days but had now descended to an even deeper place of rest. She was leaving us. That night amidst the most thunderous, violent weather...nature's fireworks...my entire family crowded into my grandmother's room. We sat on the floor, on the dresser, brought chairs in from other rooms...my aunt and I laid on the bed with my grandmother...and no one said a word. We cried silently, tears streaming from our eyes...and listened to her breathe. As the space between each of her breaths lengthened my aunts, one soprano the other alto, began to sing...they've always sung well together but that night they harmonized so beautifully. They began singing songs from my grandmother's era...Show me the way to go home, Sweet Georgia Brown, I'll be seeing you, You are my sunshine, Unforgettable, Embraceable you, Willow weep for me, As time goes by, Stormy Weather, Autumn Leaves, I loves you Porgy, Oh what a beautiful morning, Someone to watch over me, Tea for two, Let the rest of the world go by...then the entire Cole Porter songbook...then moved on to the Baptist Hymnal and my grandmother's favorites including, The Lord's Prayer, How Great Thou Art, Just as I am, Blessed Assurance, Rock of Ages, He walks with me. As morning broke they'd been singing for at least 7 hours...and just when we thought they were surely running out of material they sang the entire Patsy Cline songbook...there was the sweetest energy in the room. The last song my grandmother would hear, at least we hoped she was hearing, Aunt Peggy did solo...she said "my apologies Mother but this is all I've got" and sang Roy Orbison's Crying. Then we all gathered around my grandmother's bed and held hands and one by one according to age began to tell her goodbye. And this was when I began to come undone...I was crying so hard I was hyperventilating and so I lowered my head and prayed "Please God, help me" and it was in that instant that the room filled with a fragrance unlike any I'd ever smelled. It was floral AND spicy...we had a flower shop for 50 years and never once had I smelled something like this, it was otherworldly. I looked around for a source but there was none...no one had come in or gone out...there were no flowers in the room. I looked up and said "oh my God, do you smell that" and no one else did. The fragrance swept in and as it swept out, it was that moment that my grandmother took her last breath. I couldn't dismiss what had just happened...this magnificence, this breath of God?, angels? what?...no matter how I tried to reason it away...because I went from being fractured and in pieces, wanting to die, to being totally calm and full of joy. The family would lean into me for strength in the days and weeks to come. We'll see my grandmother again...and there will be singing and heaven sent flowers.
ohhhh gini...that is BEAUTIFUL!!!! i believe you.i do. you know hearing is the last to go, so i know she was hearing the singing. and the smell...i have no idea what it was,but i suspect that some dimensional seep through was taking place. thank you so much for sharing such a beautiful moment in your life and grandmother's passing!
This is not so much extraordinary as it is funny. Years ago I was working at Immaculata College. When you work for a college or University you often get free tuition. That was the whole point of me working there. My children were about to graduate high school and could have had a free ride but I digress.. Anyway, I took some basic courses and lots of Art classes. I was told by one of the students that one of the sisters taught sculpture. I really wanted to learn so I stalked this poor nun constantly asking if there were any openings. She finally agreed to let me sit in. I arrive to find this is not a class but a group of expert sculptors who get together once a week to sculpt and hang out. She was so sweet to me and humored me the whole way. She had the patience of ,well, a nun. I haven't sculpted much since but would love to do it again. I think the first thing I sculpted turned out looking kind of like a pork chop.
The thing about the atheists using the same location in the brain to achieve the "prayer state": It's actually not a stumper at all. It's soooo cool that all hominids have that confluence of activities which produce beta (I think) waves. The same as in REM sleep. It doesn't matter what faith is using the meditation techniques as long as the person does it sincerely their brain will (heheh) vibrate that same way. :))
My own personal Extraordinary story to follow. :))
It was 1983, I think, and my sister D, her boyfriend (my Dad's "favorite son") KikoRob and my just younger than me bro and I went to an Indians game in early Sept. Got utterly trashed on the ganja during the game and my sis did leave her purse behind. We didn't even realize it 'til we were out the gate and headed into the parking lot. That's how high we all were.
Well, of course her car keys, money and the ganj were all in that purse and we weren't getting back home (45 miles to the W of downtown C-Town) without ANY of 'em. {rollin'eyes} I was already tres agnostico by this time in my life, searching for a deity and fairly sure there was one but still ignorant (and knowing it) about most of the world's faiths. None-the-less, I was feeling way out of luck since Cleveland was essentially a variety of Hell at that time. D & KR went off to the seats to see if it was still back there, so I plopped my but down on a guardrail and starting talking to Whatever, just saying over and over again, "God find this for us and ...." I honest can't now recall what I'd promised repeatedly for that 10 or 15 mins of repetitive zen begging, but am pretty sure it wasn't to be a christian again.
Next thing you know, here come the two of them, smiling and grateful dancing through the lot back to where my bro and I sat. Turns out the purse wasn't at the seats, so they found the lost and found. No one there had seen it either and they were starting to panic (heh! starting to! :) ) when in walks this giant cat in shabby baggy clothes carrying something protectively against his chest. He hands Her Purse over to the peops at the counter and just said words to the effect of, "Found it by where I was sitting. Probably someone's looking for it." Apparently he just turned and walked away without looking at anyone. Sis opens it when the peops at the desk let her see inside it and everything is there. Everything. Untouched. Unrifled through. Intact.
That incident did more to engender my faith in People than it did in any deity, but it also kept me searching. And the search has been worth it, even sans any actual deities discovered. People both Suck and Rock. I'll never deny any individual their capacity to Rock, no matter how much they may seem to Suck at a given time.
how very cool, bains!!!! people do both suck and rock, but i love looking long enough to see them rock. and it's SO COOL when someone just does something RIGHT like this....and when the timing is perfect, you can't help but wonder, right? thanks for sharing this!
wa"beyond belief"...has anyone seen this show? i just watched a segment on psychic kids. have any of you ever met any kids with special extraordinary sensitivities like this?
oh wow. that's quite a story, lorraine! thanks for sharing this. it's interesting that you brought up this topic of fate, because i recently had a big discussion with a minister who absolutely does NOT believe in fate. yet i have had so many encounters with what i would call "God's perfect timing", that it is very hard for me to chalk certain things up to only coincidences. of course believing in this also leads us to wonder why fate doesn't step in at certain other times when we wish "it" would. still, i can't help but notice the remarkable timing of so many events. my inclination is to believe in it. i think we would have so much more random chaos if not for fate. and while it looks like we have so much, it is impossible to not notice that the universe moves like a beautiful choreographed ballet!
i recently saw an interview with morgan freeman where he said never ignore the fact that providence already has a plan for you. he believes his entire career was dictacted by fate and suggests that we all get out of the way! :-)
today is Easter Sunday for those who celebrate and those who don't. it still is that day on the calendar when millions of people celebrate the ability to resurrect. who has any miracle stories for us today?
A small miracle, or synchronistic event occurred in my world recently. This happening helped me reconnect with my creative self that I let fall into a deep freeze. My creative passion was frozen solid within, unable to flow toward manifestation. I just could not do anything with my visual arts nor with my written expressions. I had somehow fallen into a void of expressionless existence - afraid to even think and to live fully. Then the unthinkable happened and that unthinkable moment was the passing of my mother. Grief, unbelievable grief gripped around my heart and made breathing almost impossible and that grief froze my inner world even more. I was locked in fear. Fear of manifesting anything, fear of writing, fear of traveling, fear of living, and I was terrified to feel. I could not even bare the thought of flying to England in July believing something horrible would happen to me. Then, in the matter of 2 minutes all that changed. The mail arrived. In the mail was my passport and along side my passport was a solicitation from Catholic Charities. I never ever have supported this organization, especially since moving to Texas. Long story I know but it all weaves together into a beautiful tapestry of life. My recently deceased mother and I used to go round and round about her sending money to every charity in the world and being essentially broke monetarily but she did have a boat load of medals and prayer cards gifted to her from the charities she supported. So, making a long story even shorter alongside my passport, in this envelop from Catholic Charities was a medal of a Guardian Angel - my mom's favorite. I felt a chill rush through my body as I held the Guardian Angel in one hand from a place I had never had any interactions with, ever, and my passport in my other hand. I know what I think and what I think was like a torch within my heart and soul and all my creativity that was locked in a frozen vault melted in an instant and in that instant I saw so much ... so many words began to flow, so many images began to dance in my head, and my fear of going to England vanished. That is my story to share of the Extraordinary, of creativity, of miracles, of synchronicity. May be a little woo woo for some but for me I naturally can see all the dots line up leading me toward giving expression to, and allowing my creativity to come back into my life again. My mom sent me a message loud and clear and my heart and soul responded.
LOXO
Mar 10, 2010
wiffledust
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LOXO
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wiffledust
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wiffledust
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LOXO
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wiffledust
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LOXO
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wiffledust
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LOXO
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Diane Brown
Mar 10, 2010
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LOXO
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Diane Brown
Mar 10, 2010
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Mar 10, 2010
LOXO
Mar 11, 2010
Jodie Ann Christiansen
Mar 18, 2010
Jodie Ann Christiansen
Mar 18, 2010
wiffledust
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Jodie Ann Christiansen
Mar 21, 2010
wiffledust
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Jodie Ann Christiansen
May 20, 2010
wiffledust
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wiffledust
Sep 17, 2010
Diane Brown
Oct 14, 2010
wiffledust
Oct 14, 2010
Lorraine Fowler
Oct 15, 2010
wiffledust
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Lorraine Fowler
Oct 15, 2010
wiffledust
Oct 15, 2010
Gini Steele
Oct 19, 2010
wiffledust
Oct 19, 2010
Ericka Gray
Oct 30, 2010
wiffledust
Oct 30, 2010
Bains
The thing about the atheists using the same location in the brain to achieve the "prayer state": It's actually not a stumper at all. It's soooo cool that all hominids have that confluence of activities which produce beta (I think) waves. The same as in REM sleep. It doesn't matter what faith is using the meditation techniques as long as the person does it sincerely their brain will (heheh) vibrate that same way. :))
My own personal Extraordinary story to follow. :))
Jan 4, 2011
wiffledust
Jan 4, 2011
Bains
It was 1983, I think, and my sister D, her boyfriend (my Dad's "favorite son") KikoRob and my just younger than me bro and I went to an Indians game in early Sept. Got utterly trashed on the ganja during the game and my sis did leave her purse behind. We didn't even realize it 'til we were out the gate and headed into the parking lot. That's how high we all were.
Well, of course her car keys, money and the ganj were all in that purse and we weren't getting back home (45 miles to the W of downtown C-Town) without ANY of 'em. {rollin'eyes} I was already tres agnostico by this time in my life, searching for a deity and fairly sure there was one but still ignorant (and knowing it) about most of the world's faiths. None-the-less, I was feeling way out of luck since Cleveland was essentially a variety of Hell at that time. D & KR went off to the seats to see if it was still back there, so I plopped my but down on a guardrail and starting talking to Whatever, just saying over and over again, "God find this for us and ...." I honest can't now recall what I'd promised repeatedly for that 10 or 15 mins of repetitive zen begging, but am pretty sure it wasn't to be a christian again.
Next thing you know, here come the two of them, smiling and grateful dancing through the lot back to where my bro and I sat. Turns out the purse wasn't at the seats, so they found the lost and found. No one there had seen it either and they were starting to panic (heh! starting to! :) ) when in walks this giant cat in shabby baggy clothes carrying something protectively against his chest. He hands Her Purse over to the peops at the counter and just said words to the effect of, "Found it by where I was sitting. Probably someone's looking for it." Apparently he just turned and walked away without looking at anyone. Sis opens it when the peops at the desk let her see inside it and everything is there. Everything. Untouched. Unrifled through. Intact.
That incident did more to engender my faith in People than it did in any deity, but it also kept me searching. And the search has been worth it, even sans any actual deities discovered. People both Suck and Rock. I'll never deny any individual their capacity to Rock, no matter how much they may seem to Suck at a given time.
Namas te
Jan 4, 2011
wiffledust
Jan 4, 2011
wiffledust
Jan 9, 2011
wiffledust
Apr 27, 2011
wiffledust
Aug 3, 2011
wiffledust
we want some extraordinary stories in here, people!
Jan 14, 2012
wiffledust
wa"beyond belief"...has anyone seen this show? i just watched a segment on psychic kids. have any of you ever met any kids with special extraordinary sensitivities like this?
Feb 7, 2012
wiffledust
oh wow. that's quite a story, lorraine! thanks for sharing this. it's interesting that you brought up this topic of fate, because i recently had a big discussion with a minister who absolutely does NOT believe in fate. yet i have had so many encounters with what i would call "God's perfect timing", that it is very hard for me to chalk certain things up to only coincidences. of course believing in this also leads us to wonder why fate doesn't step in at certain other times when we wish "it" would. still, i can't help but notice the remarkable timing of so many events. my inclination is to believe in it. i think we would have so much more random chaos if not for fate. and while it looks like we have so much, it is impossible to not notice that the universe moves like a beautiful choreographed ballet!
Feb 17, 2012
wiffledust
yeah it's hard to not see some divine intervention in things like that. i tend to think there's a big plan out there....you must have been terrified!
Feb 18, 2012
wiffledust
i recently saw an interview with morgan freeman where he said never ignore the fact that providence already has a plan for you. he believes his entire career was dictacted by fate and suggests that we all get out of the way! :-)
Feb 23, 2012
wiffledust
today is Easter Sunday for those who celebrate and those who don't. it still is that day on the calendar when millions of people celebrate the ability to resurrect. who has any miracle stories for us today?
Apr 8, 2012
Maryanne Mesple
I think this group needs a revival :-)
May 31, 2015
wiffledust
May 31, 2015
Maryanne Mesple
A small miracle, or synchronistic event occurred in my world recently. This happening helped me reconnect with my creative self that I let fall into a deep freeze. My creative passion was frozen solid within, unable to flow toward manifestation. I just could not do anything with my visual arts nor with my written expressions. I had somehow fallen into a void of expressionless existence - afraid to even think and to live fully. Then the unthinkable happened and that unthinkable moment was the passing of my mother. Grief, unbelievable grief gripped around my heart and made breathing almost impossible and that grief froze my inner world even more. I was locked in fear. Fear of manifesting anything, fear of writing, fear of traveling, fear of living, and I was terrified to feel. I could not even bare the thought of flying to England in July believing something horrible would happen to me. Then, in the matter of 2 minutes all that changed. The mail arrived. In the mail was my passport and along side my passport was a solicitation from Catholic Charities. I never ever have supported this organization, especially since moving to Texas. Long story I know but it all weaves together into a beautiful tapestry of life. My recently deceased mother and I used to go round and round about her sending money to every charity in the world and being essentially broke monetarily but she did have a boat load of medals and prayer cards gifted to her from the charities she supported. So, making a long story even shorter alongside my passport, in this envelop from Catholic Charities was a medal of a Guardian Angel - my mom's favorite. I felt a chill rush through my body as I held the Guardian Angel in one hand from a place I had never had any interactions with, ever, and my passport in my other hand. I know what I think and what I think was like a torch within my heart and soul and all my creativity that was locked in a frozen vault melted in an instant and in that instant I saw so much ... so many words began to flow, so many images began to dance in my head, and my fear of going to England vanished. That is my story to share of the Extraordinary, of creativity, of miracles, of synchronicity. May be a little woo woo for some but for me I naturally can see all the dots line up leading me toward giving expression to, and allowing my creativity to come back into my life again. My mom sent me a message loud and clear and my heart and soul responded.
May 31, 2015