Originally posted by jedimiller
You should change the title of the thread. it's kinda misleading. those people don't dissapear, they go missing. dissapearing into air would be something like out of the bermuda triangle and i don't see many people dissapearing before my eyes. Yes, many people go missing, but most of the time they are just teen runaways or old people with alzeihmers getting lost.
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....a retired navy commander, became the first Argentine military man to provide details of how the military dictatorship then in power disposed of hundreds of kidnapping and torture victims of what was known as the dirty war by dumping them, unconscious but alive, into the ocean from planes.
"But the corpses began to wash ashore, so they decided to start dumping them in the open ocean. The church knew exactly what was going on and did nothing to stop it."
...he slipped and almost fell through the portal from which he was throwing bodies, he became so distraught that he confessed his actions to a military priest, who absolved him, saying the killings "had to be done to separate the wheat from the chaff."
He said senior military officers had told participants in the flights that the church hierarchy sanctioned the missions as "a Christian form of death."
In 1975, several reports, including some in the national press, were made of pets going missing in the area. Initially, two dogs were said to have disappeared without a trace, a third to have vanished but later reappeared suffering from an unidentified illness for which it had to be euthanised. After news of these three cases became public, other dog owners came forward claiming that their pets had experienced agitation in the woods, or had become inexplicably aggressive.
Edwards disappeared on 1 February 1995, on the day that he and James Dean Bradfield were due to fly to the U.S. on a promotional tour. In the two weeks before his disappearance, Edwards withdrew £200 a day from his bank account, which totalled £2800 by the day of the scheduled flight. He checked out of the Embassy Hotel in Bayswater Road, London at seven in the morning, and then drove to his apartment in Cardiff, Wales. In the two weeks that followed he was apparently spotted in the Newport passport office, and the Newport bus station. On 7 February, Anthony Hatherhall, a taxi driver from Newport, supposedly picked up Edwards from the King's Hotel in Newport, and drove him around the valleys, including Blackwood (Edwards’ home as a child). The passenger got off at the Severn View service station and paid the £68 fare in cash.
On 14 February, Edwards' Vauxhall Cavalier received a parking ticket at the Severn View service station and on 17 February, the vehicle was reported as abandoned. Police discovered the battery to be flat, with evidence that the car had been lived in. Due to the service station's proximity to the Severn Bridge (which has been a renowned suicide location in the past) and Edwards' depressed state at the time, it was widely believed that he took his own life by jumping from the bridge.
Originally posted by Vanitas
It's almost exactly what happened to me "in" Venice...
I was berated for not having said hello to this guy who said we "met" in front of the Doge's Palace. He even described my cream fur coat (this was way before I developed a soul...) and the man who was with me (in Venice).
I haven't met anyone who looked very much like me so far... but anything is possible, I suppose.
It's the coat and the description of the man who was with "me" what puzzles me...
[edit on 8-4-2008 by Vanitas]
Originally posted by sylvie
Actually, after writing all this, now I really want to know:
How many of you have had something disappear basically in front of their eyes and couldn't find it again, or know of someone who had?
I may have told this story before... years ago, my parents and I owned a small Yorkshire Terrier called Lucy. She was obsessed with a particular tennis ball. When we'd had enough of playing with her for the day, we'd put the ball out of her reach on the top of a cabinet. When Lucy wanted to play with the ball, she'd approach the cabinet and look up. Anyway, there came a day where Lucy didn't look up. My mum went for the ball and it wasn't there. We searched the house high and low for it - it had literally disappeared.
This first account is an excellent case in point because it defies any rational explanation for one simple reason: it occurred in full view of witnesses. The year was 1815 and the location a Prussian prison at Weichselmunde. The prisoner's name was Diderici, a valet who was serving a sentence for assuming his employer's identity after he died from a stroke. It was an ordinary afternoon and Diderici was just one in a line of prisoners, all chained together, walking in the prison yard for the day's exercise.
As Diderici walked with his prison inmates to the clanking of their shackles, he slowly began to fade - literally. His body became more and more transparent until Diderici disappeared altogether, and his manacles and leg irons fell empty to the ground. He disappeared into thin air and was never seen again.
(From Among the Missing: An Anecdotal History of Missing Persons from 1800 to the Present, by Jay Robert Nash)