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Odd Physical Phenomena
We are used to ourselves, and to the way our whole bodies are marvelously engineered–the hinge, pivot, and ball-and-socket joints; the apparatus for speech that shapes sounds into words conveying abstract meaning; the brain and spinal cord commanding our little finger to move on our whim; and even the little pocket of extra flesh in our elbows that presumably allows us to bend our arms freely. These are just a few of the daily wonders we live with. Yet sometimes, our bodies behave strangely, forcing us to take more notice. For me, sleeping and dreaming is territory for the uncanny, but that’s not the only place I’ve experienced odd physical phenomena.
Nighttime Hallucinations: I remember these starting from when I was about nine or ten. They increased in my early twenties, and now seem to have mostly faded away. My best explanation is that I unluckily opened my eyes when I was dreaming, and saw characters from my dreams parading around me. I say “unluckily,” because these were mostly unpleasant creatures: bugs crawling over me, spouse with his head replaced with that of a dog, menacing canine-ish creature in the fan. Others were just creepy: A young girl in Victorian-era clothes playing on the floor of my room when I was nine, and years later, instead of a lamp, a miniature woman in a Civil-War era green dress standing on my bedside table. Whenever I witnessed these things as an adult, I’d think, “Okay, I’m really awake–my eyes are open–and it’s still there, I’m still seeing it.”
Sounds Inside the Head: Occasionally toward bedtime, I’ll sense a snap or bang, and know that it came from in my head, not outside of me. Common sense prevails, and I opt to go to bed without consulting Google.
Subconscious Problem-Solving: I’ve found that when I’ve hit a wall trying to figure out something for work, the most effective path to a solution might be to stop thinking about the problem altogether. I simply let go of it and turn my attention to other things, in one instance even purposely giving the conundrum to my subconscious. After perhaps a day or two, the answer just comes into my head. If I’m remembering right, the time I fed the problem to my subconscious overtly, a complex solution emerged in full detail. This might be something to try next time you have writer’s block.
Weird Injuries: When I was 13, my knee popped out during a competitive game of four-square. I had to be assisted out of the venue feeling like my whole being was subluxated and inflamed. Weeks later, a couple of kids wrestling on a hayride accidentally kicked out my knee. From then on, either knee can surprise me by suddenly giving way, to varying degrees of severity. When it really happens good, I hear a deep crack as I go down. This, in spite of an orthopedic specialist telling my parents that it would stop once I finished growing. Fortunately, regular exercise keeps sudden collapses at bay, although the knees get sore if I try to ride a stationary bike or do other unaccustomed activities. Then in my twenties, I started getting the mystery lumps around my knees. These would be dormant, then appear suddenly and keep me from straightening my leg, or wedge into the side of my knee so I couldn’t budge the lump or move my limb without laughing loudly in the excruciating pain it caused. One doctor solved the puzzle–these mobile lumps are called “joint mice,” and are actually pieces of cartilage that broke off at the moment of knee trauma. He seemed keen on operating to remove them, although he, like the orthopedic doctor years before, warned me off surgery to tighten up the knees.
Song Vibrations: My friends and I discovered a strange thing we could do with our voices. Back when I was eight or nine, with no TV or electronic toys, we sometimes liked to cluster together and belt out songs as loudly as we could. I noticed (and presumably they did, too), that our voices would meet and clash in the air and produce a new sound–a vibration that was a different note than what we were singing. We were probably all on a different note, technically, but the point is, it sounded different from what we were singing. It was like taking paint colors and mixing them to produce something brashly different from the original input. Try it sometime–if you can stand the din.
I might add more examples of odd physical events in the comments–feel free to describe yours, too.
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It was just a one-time thing.
I understand. There are other SP simulations available, but they are all the very creepy type.
Given the situation and description, you are probably correct.
Hey, come on, hasn’t everyone had that happen now and then?
Of course. When a thing is done right, it’s *done*.
I really did laugh out loud with your comment. Come to think of it, I’m sure it was just canal water.
I get those when I’m in bed sometimes.
Yup
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This one is particularly relevant to the topic under discussion:
How I became less reluctantly Charismatic – martinfamilyinbavaria
Hopefully not at the same time. They gossip.
But there is no significant documentation of any demons ever. If they were everywhere, couldn’t we find them by now?
Give it up. You’ll wind up arguing frameworks, not facts or implications.
You are correct. I’ve done it before. But can someone explain why ghosts and demons (I think they are sexy fairies and not demons) have never been documented though they are everywhere apparently.
Yes. Many people can. But you will not accept the special pleading of those who support the existence of demons, and likewise they will find your dismissals merely ignorant. Unless you’re just looking for an argument — maybe scroll past.
Or maybe it’s Argument Monday. Game on!
What would you regard as documentation: Photographic evidence, audio recordings, multiple witnesses, etc?
Sounds like an interesting topic for a different post.
Indeed. Nothing in Sawatdeeka’s post was about the paranormal. She specifically wrote of odd physical phenomena, not every strange thing that happened to you, with ESP, ghosts, angels, and whatever spoon-bending you may have witnessed.
I know of only two cases with multiple witnesses. Not absolute proof, of course, but both seemed to indicate something that bordered on the supernatural.
I went through a weird period of psychic weirdness while in my early 20s. Assigned to a military hospital lab, during a day shift, I was covering the urinalysis section for the civilian employee too drunk (again) to show up when I felt three rapid really odd contractions in my abdomen and I blurted out to a friend to call his wife–I did not know why at the time. He looked quizzically at me and then went to the front desk to make the call. It took a while because his home line was busy because she was trying to call him–she was going into labor and needed a ride to the hospital.
There had been a bunch of odd feelings, reactions for several days before that. It wasn’t that I was seeing things but how I felt about what I saw was just different. Some conversations clearly seemed to be repeats. Then a couple of weeks later, there was this vivid dream that occurred twice: One of the pediatricians on the base burst through the lab doors with spinal fluid tubes in his left hand. He was wearing a long white lab coat (he almost never wore lab coats because he thought kids found him more approachable without it). I was terrified that the dream meant my buddy’s new baby was sick. I woke up in a sweat both times. Sure enough, the next night that doc wearing that coat, spinal fluid tubes in the same left hand marched in just like the dream. (It was late and I was handling the whole lab night shift.) I almost fell off my chair.
It was not the new baby who was sick but a different child, a 2-year old. The next day, I assisted an autopsy for the first time –on that kid (the usual tech handling the morgue was sick). It was traumatic stitching up that little chest afterward. The pathologist explained every stage of the infection in his usual, dispassionate teaching mode voice. The attack on that child was so precisely targeted, so evil… We had a spate of bacterial meningitis cases in kids on the base (a Vietnamese daycare worker was the source) but that first case was the only kid we lost.
The weird mental stuff stopped.
I have some unprovable theories about why that weird mental stuff happened at that particular time. I have not had any additional psychic episodes since and never wanted any. My mother clearly had some of that going on but refused to talk much and chalked it up to intuition and ‘you would not and don’t need to understand’. I get that.
Heh. My grandmother always pooh-poohed the whole idea of psychic phenomena of any kind. Then she would go and do something herself or say something about something she shouldn’t have known. My mother, her daughter, has long been very gifted. She has done faith healing and plenty of other things for pretty much all of her life.
I did find them.
I had this too for many years. Sleep paralysis basically. It felt like there was an evil presence in the room, and I couldn’t move. One time I heard a snarling wolf pacing back and forth around my bed. I never remembered the end of the encounter, and I didn’t remember it at all until later well after I woke up. But it was the worst fear I ever experienced, or close to it. I began to suspect that taking ibuprofen had something to do with it, based on when I took it and when it happened. I don’t take it any more and it no longer happens.
Special pleading? That’s an actual logic term. If you’re accusing me of a fallacy, please elaborate. “Game on!” indeed.
When the evil presence is present after awake, visible, and I am able to move and remembering it because I was conscious . This is another thing. Full stop.
The best trick of the devil is to make one think he does not exist. This thing stopped when I saw it for what it was, stopped being afraid, and told it to stop being a bore and get the hell out.
Fear is his tool.
Yes.
Gentlemen, please take this fight outside.
I would gladly and be reborn to suffer again as long as I could progress a damn thing. There is no outside. There is only the prison of our own minds.
:-D
Separate post. Glad to meet you there.
I used to be very troubled by recurrent dreams of an evil being. When I became a Christian, I used Jesus’ name to tell him to stop and go away, and he’s never been back. I tend to think that was a demon.