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Originally posted by shortchop79
I have no experience with nde, obe or tunnels so I really can't provide context on those questions you have. I do however notice similarities between your childhood and my middle son. The music, dancing, zoning out, seeing things others can't and being overwhelmed by others emotions. My son has done all those things for years and I've tried to put it into perspective to help him the best I can as a father. As I was growing up I could feel things, not emotions but like an intuition, I never saw anything though, I never had confirmation of my "feelings".
Growing up I always felt there was an old woman's spirit that tripped people as they went down the stairs. Everyone I knew fell down those stairs, my parents, siblings, grandparents, friends, even my wife has. Due to some events that occurred right before I left the house at age 19 I thought that the old woman was gone and would no longer try to hurt anyone. My first son never had a problem on the stairs and I eventually completely forgot about it. Then, one day my mother took my two oldest boys for the day and my youngest fell down the stairs and hurt his leg. I asked him what happened and what he told me made my whole body shiver. He said to me that he was walking down the stairs and an old woman reached her hand up from the basement and tripped him. He then told me she was scared of me and that she hides in the basement now. I hat never mentioned anything to anyone about the old woman I had felt as a child and I certainly didn't tell anyone about why she would be scared of me and why I thought she was gone. That was the event that convinced me of both the feelings I get, and the fact my son can see things most others can't.
Originally posted by itsallmaya
Hello again LoneCloudHopper2!
I understand exactly what you mean about the episodes of "not being" so to speak. Here is a link to a post I had made trying to find input to what I was going through and if anyone else experienced similar episodes.
In my case, there was so tunnel so to speak, but it was as if I were pure energy. It felt so freeing and peaceful as it happened but "the coming back" part was very frightening in that it felt so abrupt being slammed back into awareness of being in body. Wierd to describe and also uncomfortable to admit something so "out there".
Another similarity is when I was younger I also felt colors. I would spend hours drawing and coloring totally immensed in my artwork. It was alive to me and the colors would almost call to me and I'd absorb their essence. Some of the drawings would be random shapes and blending of colors across a page. I know exactly what you meant with the music in your description.
Are you by chance an empath? Actually, I can tell you are but do you know that you are? Might be something to look into if you are not too familar.
I agree with DarkBlade that it would appear to be OBE of some sort. I don't know exactly how to put it into a precise label, but it was more of being reduced to pure energy and absorbing or maybe reducing existence into a core state of being. The shock would be the coming back to a dense physical body with limited senses.
Thank you so much for sharing. Its nice to know there are others experiencing things such as this which is so difficult to describe to others. In my case, the older I got and the more responsibilities that come with it lessened the experiences to where I very seldom if ever experience it anymore.
Originally posted by shortchop79
reply to post by LoneCloudHopper2
I do have Celtic blood in my family, and when naming my son I was drawn to the name Kael very deeply and have never been able to explain it. The hiding part is significant to me because of my last experience with her in that house. I was 19 at the time and my (then friend) future wife had moved in with us to escape a bad family situation. I gave my future wife my room and slept on the living room couch instead. I slept really well on the couch and was always comfortable and well rested. Of course, as was seemingly tradition, my wife fell down the stairs and like most others had no idea why. It upset me because she was a guest and I wanted to protect her in my home, but I really didn't know how to do so.
That night I went to sleep on the couch and nothing seemed abnormal, until I had the strangest "dream" I've ever had. In my dream I woke up at what appeared to be right before dawn, where there was hazy light filtering through the windows with no direct source. I tried to get up to use the restroom but couldn't seem to move. I wasn't restrained out anything, it was like my body just refused to move a muscle. I layed there, annoyed but not scared and suddenly noticed a woman in her 60s or so standing over me. She laughed at me about how I was just laying there unable to do anything.
The next thing I know she's telling me how she's going to make me suffer like she did, I'll never forget her words out what happened after that. She said to me "I know you love her, I'm going to take her away from you. There is nothing you can do to stop me, the next time she comes down the stairs will be her last." I tried and to struggle, I tried to fight, but no matter what I did I couldn't get up. I just couldn't move and I got madder and madder, I felt a pressure build up inside me. The more she laughed the angrier I got and the more I wanted to protect my friend. As that pressure kept building inside me, head to toe I felt like I was going to explode, and then I did. I can only describe it as a blinding yellow light, it erupted from my chest and blinded me, I assume it filled the room because her laughs turned to screams and then silence. I remember after that waking up, drenched in sweat, at 2 pm in the afternoon. I was exhausted like I had been working out for hours and I could not get enough sleep over the next week. No one fell down the steps though after that, at least not that I had heard till about 12 years later when my son fell and told me what he did. I've never known what to make of the yellow light, whenever I hear about people being saved it's about white light. I do know that I did love her, and still do, we have 4 wonderful children and she is the sunshine in my life.