What was the ah ha! moment realizing you were truly experiencing the paranormal?

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There are so many threads on the site, figured generalize this specific topic. Many things i have brushed off but eventually returned to this thought process. What was your defining moment that opened your eyes to those things around us?
 
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For me, i think the moment that solidified my belief was when we moved into the blue house. My entire family witnessed things that could not be explained...other than being paranormal in nature. That for me opened my eyes to all the previous stuff i have seen and witnessed and have tried to forget or examine to death.
 
For me, it was when my dad died suddenly, the day before our shared birthday. I was very upset, but a few days later I received a very clear message in that moment between sleep and waking up.

I didn't hear a voice, but the words were very clear, "The angel came and asked if he were ready , and he said yes." After that, I realized he was at peace, and no longer in pain.

That was the first time that I realized for sure that I was actually experiencing the paranormal.
 
There were many moments, most of them happened in my early childhood, but I remember them as clearly as if they happened yesterday. I have shared about a lot of them, but one happened around the time when my parents were having a lot of difficulties.

The building we lived in had three floors, and our place was on the third floor. I was coming home from running an errand and had climbed the first two flights. I was about to start the next flight when something made me turn. There on the landing was a lady in what looked like old fashioned robes. I think I saw prayer beads, worn on a sort of sash around her waist. She had her head bowed, as if in prayer. Somehow I felt that I had been meant to see her. She looked like one of the pictures in my mother's book of saints. The image was slightly faded, but very clear.
 
Well, I kind of had the reverse experience. As a child, I truly thought everyone could see and sense things as I did. I thought it was totally "normal"...until my dad explained otherwise.
 
Of all the stuff I’ve posted here on the PNF since 2017, I don’t think I’ve ever given that a thought so smart that you asked. I’d say it was probably the third time, at age 16, that I looked into someone’s eyes and knew 100% of the words - the exact words in their exact order - that they were about to say to me aloud.
 
There are so many threads on the site, figured generalize this specific topic. Many things i have brushed off but eventually returned to this thought process. What was your defining moment that opened your eyes to those things around us?
Well... it was... it was/is my life. Always.

I suppose the defining moment was when I took the Key... (now, do you really want to hear about that???) Accepted my fate. To me, it is not, was not, will not be... but War... there IS a defining moment in this here and now for me... that INSISTD I pay attention. I don't think I ever brushed off anything... I think I accepted the lessons as IS. No... that is a lie. I ignored the whole World of Nether until....

So. There came a time in my life that I understood that there was only two choices... if that is what you are asking... Walk this World... or Walk Two.
 
Many things i have brushed off

I don't think I ever brushed off anything...
I never had anyone to discuss this stuff with on a legit scale. There were experiences i had with one other person at a given time or by myself up until living in the blue house. When you hear things that should not be happening, the day came when about a dozen family members witnessed the same noises. That in my opinion stamped my brain to rethink everything. Never having consistent experiences, as the years from early childhood flew by, those moments took the back burner of what ifs and maybe nots. I will always question what i experience, but after i was 'stamped', is when some of the more remarkable and terrifying stuff began.
 
I had a number of odd experiences growing up but dismissed them as coincidence or imagination. My Mom used to tell me stories of things I did as a toddler that sounded more like an X-Men comic (telekinesis, ESP, clairvoyance, ect) but I never believed it, I figured she was just making stuff in a weird, failed attempt to humor me. One time she even got my sister in on the joke as they both insisted that an odd blue light had visited me while I was asleep. It never made sense to me because stuff like that was so obviously make believe that my Mom and sister acting like it was real left me very annoyed.

It wasn't until I was in high-school when I actually experienced something that made me question my stance on all this stuff, and even then it took a couple of years for me to actually accept it and I still hold a great deal of skepticism even to this day. On that bright, sunny day that was otherwise warm and pleasant I saw an entity that I have since heard called a "Glimmering Man". I had never seen or even heard of such a thing existing but there it was right outside my window. It then came into my house and started to move various items around and arrange them in circles. I had no explanation for what was happening, I kept trying to convince myself that it was something normal, like the idiot crackhead neighbor has broken into the house and was moving things. I even went so far as grabbing the phone to call the cops, but I didn't know what to tell them. I couldn't really wrap my head around a supernatural explanation because I knew that it wasn't scientifically possible, but I couldn't deny what I witnessed first hand. Those levels of cognitive dissonance plagued me for years as I tried to rationalize what happened.

It didn't help that when I started to seek out people who believed in all this stuff and would tell them my story the tables would turn and they would all look at me like I was crazy because nobody had ever even heard of someone experiencing what I did. Like my story was somehow too fantastic to be real.