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[Paintman]

Welcome aboard !

 

[Selectric]

Hey everyone! Just found your forums yesterday, and this seems like a really nice place to be!

I’ve been on reddit for the past 10 years or so, but I’m kinda fed up with that, as it’s hard to just have a conversation with people. Before joining reddit I was active on a few forums, including Open Minds before it closed down in 2011.

I’ve been into the subjects of UFOs, paranormal and cryptids for as long as I can remember. I’ve had some unexplainable experiences myself that I will make sure to share here.

It’s nice to be here and chat with you all!

Welcome to the PNF F_M . Looking forward to reading about your experiences. Sounds like you'll fit in well here. Great forum and great people.

 

[Selectric]

My son, his mother and I had driven to the mountains to hike and run the Pacific Crest Trail. I was training for a 50-km race. His mother was training for the 10 mile part of the event. Our son wasn't doing the race but was also a runner and came along to be with us. We left the parking lot around 8 in the morning. His mother planned to hike for an hour or so, but I wanted to run for 3 hours. Our son was tired from a week of college exams, so he decided to run with me for 20 minutes, then return to the car and wait for us.

When he and I got to his turn-around, I gave him the keys to our car. I continued up the trail to my turn-around, then started back. When I was 3 miles from the parking lot, a very dark, ominous feeling came over me. I didn't hear a voice but something inside me wanted to get back to my wife and son quickly. It was frightening and urgent—not something I could dismiss as imagination or indigestion.

When I got near the parking lot, my wife was walking around calling for our son—not loud enough for me to hear her when I had been 3 miles away, but there was an urgency in her voice. We searched the forest and the road leading up to the trail head for an hour but never found him. Exhausted, I ran down to a nearby restaurant and called the police. The search party found our son late that evening but the detectives never found his killer.

Before that tragic day, I was too busy with life to pay any attention to death. My nose was to the grindstone, my elbow was in the grease, my head was in my career, and my heart was in my family and friends. That morning, I woke up to a new world—a world more ugly, dangerous and terrifying than the one I had known.

What I heard has never been in doubt. The message was as plain as if somebody had shouted words in my ears. What I have wondered all these years is who sent the message? Was it my son—telepathically while he was being killed? Or supernaturally after he was dead? Or was it my wife communicating telepathically as she searched frantically for him?

My wife and I shared the burden of his death and the search for answers to questions like those for many years. When she died, I expected to receive something from her but that didn't happen so I was left to ponder the questions and the answers on my own.

I am so sorry to hear what happened to your son Bill. There have been many conversations about people being in tune with others. I believe you were getting a message that day. I have found after losing a loved one or someone close to you, not always they 'visit' right away. Not sure of the process in the 'what comes after', but i believe when that time is right, our brain is right, or even the vibrations are right, we get brief encounters with them.

 

[Lynne]

Hello everyone, I had a telepathic incident the day my son was murdered. That was many years ago, but now in my senior years I've begun to think about how that experience might be related to my own death. My doctor hasn't told me I've got a terminal disease (other than aging itself, of course) but I thought it might be helpful to get on a forum like this one and see where it takes me.

Bill (Qwertyportne)

Welcome Bill. We are a casual and fun group. Feel free to look around and if you have any questions just ask.

 

[Lynne]

My son, his mother and I had driven to the mountains to hike and run the Pacific Crest Trail. I was training for a 50-km race. His mother was training for the 10 mile part of the event. Our son wasn't doing the race but was also a runner and came along to be with us. We left the parking lot around 8 in the morning. His mother planned to hike for an hour or so, but I wanted to run for 3 hours. Our son was tired from a week of college exams, so he decided to run with me for 20 minutes, then return to the car and wait for us.

When he and I got to his turn-around, I gave him the keys to our car. I continued up the trail to my turn-around, then started back. When I was 3 miles from the parking lot, a very dark, ominous feeling came over me. I didn't hear a voice but something inside me wanted to get back to my wife and son quickly. It was frightening and urgent—not something I could dismiss as imagination or indigestion.

When I got near the parking lot, my wife was walking around calling for our son—not loud enough for me to hear her when I had been 3 miles away, but there was an urgency in her voice. We searched the forest and the road leading up to the trail head for an hour but never found him. Exhausted, I ran down to a nearby restaurant and called the police. The search party found our son late that evening but the detectives never found his killer.

Before that tragic day, I was too busy with life to pay any attention to death. My nose was to the grindstone, my elbow was in the grease, my head was in my career, and my heart was in my family and friends. That morning, I woke up to a new world—a world more ugly, dangerous and terrifying than the one I had known.

What I heard has never been in doubt. The message was as plain as if somebody had shouted words in my ears. What I have wondered all these years is who sent the message? Was it my son—telepathically while he was being killed? Or supernaturally after he was dead? Or was it my wife communicating telepathically as she searched frantically for him?

My wife and I shared the burden of his death and the search for answers to questions like those for many years. When she died, I expected to receive something from her but that didn't happen so I was left to ponder the questions and the answers on my own.

Thanks for sharing such a personal account. My deepest condolences on both your son and wife. There are no good words, but beliving in life after death gives us hope. I hope you find some things here to build that hope.

 

[Debi]

Screen name Durward, 61 years in this incarnation, DD Metaphysics (1984), couch scientist / researcher, defiant, plenty of personal and shared paranormal experience, mainly telepathy, dream walking, and OOBE's. A few years of wrestling with a blue sparkling entity, likely Djinn? I garden and fix things. I love designing new Psi experiments and trace / track ideas. Critical thinking is what I strive to maintain, without being the negative jerk. Blunt, focused, aware of my own multiple facets of existing. Interested in herbals, healing, hauntings, aliens, acupuncture, brain studies and I think I've likely turned over every stone of the esoteric / occult systems and practices. I have a lot of theories, not enough funding to try to prove them. Big fan of Persinger's work. Will help where I can if you ask. Let's get some chirp waves flowing!

Welcome, Durward. I look forward to your posts. Almost 70 years in this incarnation and covered much of the same.

 

[ozentity]

. A few years of wrestling with a blue sparkling entity, likely Djinn?

I haven't heard of this type of entity, I'm interested to hear more about it, welcome to the forum Durward. The only time I've heard that name is from the mother off Bewitched Which was my favorite show back in the day.

 

[ozentity]

Dur = Gate or Hard or Major Key or Foolish stupid act
Ward = Keeper

Good one.

 

[Duke]

I haven't heard of this type of entity, I'm interested to hear more about it, welcome to the forum Durward. The only time I've heard that name is from the mother off Bewitched Which was my favorite show back in the day.

Guess you folks in Oz didn't get to see the brilliance that was Durward Kirby.

 

[Duke]

Guess you folks in Oz didn't get to see the brilliance that was Durward Kirby.

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Then there was the famous "Kerwood Derby" incident that saw our intrepid hero threatening to sue the producers of "Rocky and Bullwinkle."