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originally posted by: sled735
Here is another one of my experiences, probably the most mind-boggling of them all...
I had a ring setting that was made from Kentucky coal that my husband gave me (ex-husband now). He said it was one of a kind. About a year after we were divorced I lost the setting in the ring at a local club. Three months later my cousin and I went to a drive-in theater (this was in the mid 1970's). During intermission I went to the bathroom located inside the concession building . As I stood and looked up, there was something black dangling in mid-air in front of my face. I thought at first it was a spider hanging on a web, but then it fell to the concrete floor and made a noise, so I knew whatever it was, it was a solid object. As I knelt over getting a closer look, I realized this was the setting from my ring that I had lost three months prior in a totally different place! It was like it just materialized in front of my eyes, stayed there until I saw it, and fell at my feet. I picked it up and put it in my pocket. When I went back to the car my cousin asked me if I was okay because she said I was pale as a ghost. I told her what happened, and she was speechless! When I got home I placed the setting in my ring, put the ring away in my jewelry case, and I have never taken it out again since that day! Still don't know what to make out of this! Anyone ever experienced anything like this?
originally posted by: 2jzgte
Thanks for the thread ! I will definitely try to read all pages.Strangely,I haven't experienced any paranormal activities for my 23 year existence.Nor I have any psychic abilities,and that makes me kind of mad...
So what next my NDE or my CE events??
Out from the darkness a baboon approaches, its fur an emerald green; Their left hand holding scales made of gold, a beating heart--my heart being weighed. I knew who this was, I knew where I was; neither Kansas not Oz. A second figure approached from my right, not as easily recognisable, but I knew it was one of two possibilities. The second figure spoke, the words unintelligible; the sound coming from their beak was both infrasonic and ultrasonic, and every hertizian frequency in between. Tho I could not decipher the dialect, I knew what was said, the words spoken directly to my soul. The third figure made their presence known, having been present the whole time. I was given a question, I was given a directive, I was given an ultimatum and a time-line; these sentence handed down was "life". Then a fourth figure, this one is recognisably human, yet larger than life; unrecognisable to me, they appear silhouetted in the darkness; they bring me back to this non-dreaming boodjar. The opposite of resting in peace if remaining active in conflict.