I haven't begun reading the other posts yet but was on Sled's other
and posted this:-
Firstly, when I was very young I used to see colours floating around. They were always different shapes and sizes and would seem to morph into each
other and change shape and colour. I suppose it was a bit like watching a lava lamp. Whenever I mentioned this to my mum she'd tell me I was over
tired and/or had an over active imagination. At some point I stopped seeing the colours and would guess it was when I was aged 11 or 12. I didn't
even notice that I'd stopped seeing them until much later in my life when I began questioning why we're here, what's it all about, where did we
come from, etc, etc. Since I remembered the colours, I've tried to see them again and very rarely do I sometimes catch a glimpse out of the corner of
my eye but I'm never sure if it's just my imagination because I definitely can't look at them directly and be mesmerised by them like I used to be.
When I was in my late teens I learned that my mum had an oobe whilst in labour with me. She doesn't like to talk about it so it's a subject that
isn't discussed. She also had vivid dreams, as a child, of strange beings coming to get her and take her away. They had bodies of humans and very
large heads of teddy bears or fluffy rabbits, etc. These dreams were so frightening, real and vivid to her that they still terrify her to this day.
She grew up in a house were her dad was Catholic and her mum Church of England. Her dad was a practicing Catholic but her mum never went to church
except for the usual family gatherings. My mum rebelled against Catholicism and considers herself an Athiest. My dad didn't grow up in a religious
household and also considers himself an Athiest. Because of their beliefs neither me or my brother were baptised in any religion.
I used to ask my grandad many questions about his faith but as a teenager I can remember saying I wasn't interested in knowing about a vengeful,
jealous God. Those biblical descriptions of God just didn't ring true with me so I began researching many religions but never subscribed to any one
When I was in my early 20s my first daughter was stillborn. I knew she'd died before labour had to be induced and after I held her in my arms I felt
an overwhelming urge to have her baptised. The hospital Chaplin agreed to do the service that afternoon but asked me why. I told him it was because of
the stories from my Catholic grandad and I wanted to make sure she could go to Heaven. I still wasn't sure Heaven existed (I'm still not) but taking
a gamble with my life seemed acceptable but I couldn't do it with my daughter's. My Athiest dad told me, years later, that he spent most of my
labour praying the doctors had made a mistake. He'd never prayed before and he's never prayed since. It's amazing how going through a trauma like
mine changes a persons views, emotions, feelings. Logic tells me that if there is a God then he/she/it would not have left my daughter abandoned!
Grief can do funny things to us.
Weeks later I was lying in bed feeling very low when suddenly small balls of light started appearing out of nowhere and were dancing all over the end
of my bed. I'd never heard of orbs then but they match the description. Months later I visited a medium who mentioned this incident to me and when I
confirmed it had happened she said it was an aunt, who I'd spent a lot of time with as a child, trying to raise my spirit. She also told me my
daughter's soul wasn't ready to be born and had to 'go back'.
(It seemed appropriate to add the above to this thread too)...
During my research I visited several mediums and some were very obviously not the real deal but a few knew about what had happened that night with the
balls of light and said my daughter's soul wasn't ready. There's no way they even knew my daughter had died let alone about the balls of light in
My youngest son used to talk about a crocodile man visiting him at night, through a hole that would open in the wall. This wasn't too concerning
until my son said he wanted him to go with him. I was advised to put certain crystals in his room and crocodile man didn't ever visit again.
My eldest son used to complain about children playing with his train set in the middle of the night and keeping him awake. They never interacted with
him at all and this stopped when we moved house.
My daughter hasn't really had any experiences at all and considers herself an Agnostic. She's very logical about everything but finds tarot cards
quite intriguing as she's had experiences with them that she so far can't explain but assures me there's a logical explanation for.
My great-grandma used to get her female grand children to play 'parlour games' such as ESP and talked about the Mercury 'raining down' outside the
window and get annoyed that they couldn't see it too...