First Hand Paranormal Experiences

[Paranormal Conviction]

Hello

If anyone has ever experienced something, FIRST HAND, they would consider Paranormal, I would be interested in conducting an interview over the phone. You can participate from the comfort of your favorite chair or couch. All interviews will be uploaded to YouTube. Sharing these stories, I believe, Is the first step toward recognition. Attached is a sample interview.

Please send Email directly to: ParnormalConviction at Gmail dot com

Thank You!

 

[Gabe Lackmann]

Hello

If anyone has ever experienced something, FIRST HAND, they would consider Paranormal, I would be interested in conducting an interview over the phone. You can participate from the comfort of your favorite chair or couch. All interviews will be uploaded to YouTube. Sharing these stories, I believe, Is the first step toward recognition. Attached is a sample interview.

Please send Email directly to: ParnormalConviction at Gmail dot com

Thank You!

Is that your cat?

Such a pretty cat.

 

[Paranormal Conviction]

Is that your cat?

Such a pretty cat.

Thanks so much!

 

[Gabe Lackmann]

Thanks so much!

I will email you. I have a good one.

 

[thomasmariel]

The paranormal, is the tier reality, of physics. A subsidiary, to the tier reality, is reality's backlash against theology's ironic revelation, that it was capitalism all along. Now of course, subsidiary being what it is, means that corporatism is tongue tied i.e. the movements of the corporate imagination, is swift and cute, due to the lexicon of subsidiary (Hayley Atwell's subsidiary, against myself, Thomas Heath).

The tier reality, abstract. What is its abstract?

Well, it isn't the reality backlash. The reality backlash, essentially, being the dichotomy of people in the domestic environment being able to admit to each other that quantity isn't their sexual aristocracy. Interesting, to note, is that kitchens, bathrooms, gardens and bedrooms during the manual labour experience within houses are sexual aristocrats; what does this mean?

When I say sexual aristocrat (Joaquin Phoenix in Gladiator being a semblance of a sexual aristocrat, whereas Crowe's Maximus is the prototype), I mean that kitchens, bathrooms etc during peoples activity of telling stories of socialism by the utility realities are only able to give stories if they're shown interest in.

The stories of socialism: it means, in effect, that utility reality, staircase reality, table reality, chair reality, etc are all in need of people using speed, so that the physics of the tables, the chairs, the staircases etc can be stories. In the White House, and in Westminster Parliament, this reality will apply (the paranormal).

Of course, this being the paranormal, means that there is peoples race to the psychiatric hospital. Clicking on daylight, clicking on meeting the celebrity, clicking on theology being watched by daylight, clicking on deja vu, clicking on outer space, clicking on Neve Campbell (the actress), clicking on the sexual aristocrat, i.e. Clicking On Daylight, clicking on Janice's cigar case (from Annabelle Creation), clicking on the analysis, i.e. ((emotion = words being together) = (stories of socialism = staircase using speed, whether on Tuesday or Saturday)); the White House staff, can use the paranormal of physics to race to their local psychiatric hospital, using the domestic machine of myself, which is the mirror of text rebounding off of Homeward Bound's Shadow.



For Peter

 

[TheParser]

I do not know whether this is a genuine paranormal experience or not. I am hoping that it is.

1. My beloved brother passed away six months ago.
2. I have been devastated and have been asking for a sign.
3. Yesterday I may have received one.
4. He used to take a daily nap, and then I would walk around the perimeter of our house for exercise.
5. Whenever I came to the window of his bedroom, I would always knock three times to let him know I was outside.
6.Yesterday I knocked three times as usual.
7. To my astonishment, I heard 3 faint but distinct knocks in reply.
8. I did it again, and I received the same reply.
9. When I did it three more times, no replies came through.
10. I still cannot believe what happened.
11. Was it he who replied with three knocks? Or were those knocks simply echoes produced by natural means?



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[beautress]

Only once in my lifetime which has greatly never happened before or since. My mother and I had always been close, even when I lived in Wyoming, though she lived in my home state of Texas. The phone rang one sunny day in August, 1973, and Dad called to let me know my mom was in the hospital and was at death's door. She was only 47 years old, and we had just been home for one week following our annual vacation to visit the family in Houston. I knew she was tired, but I didn't associate that uncommon behavior as I had so long thought her general state of being a fireball of loving kindness and doing all she could do to support everybody else. So I was greatly encouraged to go hold her hand and let her know how grateful I was and make her snap back to get well soon. Even so, I was devastated. And when I got on the plane, the thought of such a vital person as she passing away suddenly brought me to tears I tried to fight. Then I realized Dad the man of math and science never lied for any reason and my sorrowful state was worsened. As the plane engine droned on over Colorado State, and I was at an all time low, I felt a radiant light and felt a telepathy with a caring angel that it was time for her to lay down her burdens, and that she would be better off in a life in heaven, and I felt the comfort because her life had been all about making life good for her family. Somehow, when I got to visit her, I quite understood that although on life support, her nonresponsiveness when I was holding her hand, that she was already not present at all, and knowing that from that light experience on the plane was not of this world. And she was called home to rest for purposes only heaven knows about. I also learned that love never dies even though the body perishes, and her love and sense of rightness would live on in all of the family's heart. Her life is celebrated by me, and I call my surviving siblings every August the 24th in her honor and love for all of us.

I never had another such devine experience, but that feeling of comfort I received that late summer day was brought a change in my heart of knowing how loving God is to those that mourn.