reply to post by spearcarrier
I've posted my experiences here in various forums before, but here goes (one last time and I'll bookmark this one or sumtin').
My reincarnation 'proof' was a series of extremely vivid dreams I had as a very young child. I was a young woman, very pregnant, living somewhere
very green; for some reason I think Illinois territory around 1830. I was living in a log cabin, very primitive. My husband had left to go hunting
and never returned. I got very sick and couldn't get water anymore from the creek and the baby inside me died and then I died. I remember lying
sick in bed watching the light change and staring at the various few objects in the cabin, and the creak of the bedropes as I moved in bed. It was
extremely vivid, full color and repeated for months and months. I finally said something to my mother about it and the look on her face told me
people don't talk about such things. The dreams ended by the time I started kindergarten.
Gettysburg: Visited here at the age of 10; as a young female, I had no interest in battlefields and didn't want to get out of the car. My father got
mad at me and insisted; I went one way, the rest of the family went another. I passed some bushes, there was a row of very old trees and a clearing
beyond that. It was high noon and very sunny. I noticed there were still bullet holes in the trees, after all this time (1963, 100 years almost
exactly from the Gettysburg battles); I put my hand on one tree and instantaneously, everything changed. It turned grey, foggy or smoky; I heard
people running in the distance and close by, with gear on, rattling. I heard screaming, shouting, gunfire. I smelled gunpowder. This lasted long
enough for me to blink, and blink again. I racked my brain for an explanation: hallucinating, dreaming, nope! I realized years later that it all
suddenly ended when I took my hand off that tree. I was literally shaking with adrenaline after just about a minute; walked back to the car and never
told anyone for years.
The two 'guardian' episodes were these: I was driving home late one night from my job on a 4 lane highway and was the only car in sight. I was in
the left lane and absentmindedly thought I should move over into the right lane to prepare for a right hand turn. At the moment I had the thought of
changing lanes, a male voice in my head sternly instructed, "DON'T CHANGE LANES!!" While I was reacting to this shock, a police car came from
behind me up and over a hill going at least 100 MPH in the right hand lane. He would have blown through me if I'd moved when I thought of it, and I
never would have seen him. No sirens, just lights on his car.
The second time I had two little children; my two year old was outside playing on his new tricycle and the baby was starting to waken. I thought of
picking her up and going outside to watch the 2 year old but this same male voice told me not to pick her up in no uncertain terms. I left her there
(thinking, ooookkkkaaaaayyyyyy) and tripped as I went outside. I fell forward four steps' worth, somehow one leg fell in behind the porch stairs,
and my upper body vaulted forward. I broke my fall with my arms and managed to not hit my head, but if I had been holding the baby, I would have
fallen on her and killed her for sure.
Final episode was when my father died. He had had a stroke and was in a hospital in town. I had visited him that afternoon and my brothers were
there that evening. As I was walking across the kitchen floor cleaning up after dinner, I suddenly 'felt' an entity that I knew was him, in the
room. It 'bumped' or 'crashed' into my right temple but also went through it without resistance, bounced off the other side of my skull inside,
and it was my father's personality, shouting, "WHEE, THIS IS FUN!!!" (No, he didn't usually talk like that). But it was most certainly him. My
brother called moments later to tell me he had just died. His 'personality' stayed with me for many long weeks after that, kinda sharing space in
my head. There was communication, but it was mostly feelings, not talking. He went with me to his memorial service and cracked jokes, "I always
wanted to go to my own funeral, just like Tom Sawyer!"
The feeling of him being in there with 'me' faded over time, but I realized it was really gone after I had been particularly emotional about
The most fascinating part of this was that his spirit actually had mass. It clunked into me, and had the weight of a small marble. There was force
Turns out he gave me one helluva goodbye present, that we survive physical death.