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Post by Therin on Jan 25, 2017 11:45:20 GMT
I've seen a lot of strange shit in my days. Perhaps the strangest thing I've seen was an old man in a laundry room. This occurred in what I now believe was the spring of 2004 on the campus of U of H. You might ask yourself 'What is so strange about an old man in a laundry room?'.
Well, you are aware I am sure of a phenomenon called 'shape shifting'? The old man did something similar to this on one occasion in that laundry room. I had encountered him a few times in that room before and had engaged him in conversation both times. I can remember portions of both conversations. However, on this encounter, he had become agitated during the conversation. He was talking about his son and about how they didn't get along very well. Just before his 'shape shift' I got the distinct impression that he was implying that I was his son (which made no sense at all to me).
It was the strangest thing I have ever seen because it was so abrupt and in my face...and it was preceded by the adequate anticipation required to put me in a state of awareness that I had only accessed a handful of times in my life. The old man made a big sweeping gesture to take off the fishing hat that he wore every time I saw him. He literally bowed before me, stooping and bending his legs to where the top of his head was pointing directly at me. The top of his head then began to morph and change into something I was having difficulty perceiving. It looked like it had sores on it. It was disturbing. Gross.
That moment was interrupted by a pressure I felt in my stomach (I was sitting Indian style on a washing machine while he was talking) that brought me back to my senses. The pressure broke my fixation on his 'maneuver' and allowed me to jump down from the washing machine and start to move.
As I started walking to my left towards the exit my attention was drawn to something else...a noise. In the space of a few steps what I thought was a dryer became a jet engine then finally a nuclear explosion in my mind. It is hard to explain my thought process here or what I perceived. My brain was trying to identify something and it was having difficulty doing it. The inventory of my mind was collapsing because I couldn't discard this noise and I couldn't categorize it. It became so disorienting that I would have to conclude that the inventory of my mind completely collapsed. I had to suspend judgement altogether.
I came to standing in front of the old man with my hand on his shoulder. I told him that we get along just fine. I turned and left.
It was the strangest thing I have ever experienced.
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Post by Therin on Jan 27, 2017 14:51:22 GMT
Was the noise I heard but couldn't identify related to the old man? I think it must have been. That fucking old man. The double meanings. The conversation about genealogy. Him ranting about his son. The knowing and sly grin he had on his face the last time I saw him. He knew we wouldn't meet again.
And it wasn't just him. It was everyone around. It was me. It was the Arab Muslim's downstairs keying their African neighbor's car. That entire on campus apartment complex. It was that toe truck driver looking in my legally parked car (with proper window sticker clearly visible) window while I was in the shower. Just got that feeling and wrapped a towel around me and went to the door. It was that fucking red Harley. That fucking bike rack.
Ha! That fucking bike rack. They arrested me later that day and carted me out of there just in time. That sly fucking old man.
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Post by Therin on Jan 27, 2017 14:54:01 GMT
I remember touching a man in a wheelchair's legs and seeing a shiver go through his entire body. I told him he would walk again. I often wonder if he ever did.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2017 9:28:23 GMT
I remember touching a man in a wheelchair's legs and seeing a shiver go through his entire body. I told him he would walk again. I often wonder if he ever did. If his mind was able to entertain the possibility, he very well could walk again. A few years ago I´ve read a book from a former German politician, Clemens Kuby (the link opens a short pdf in english). In the 1980´s he fell from a roof and was paraplegic for a year. With the power of his mind he did heal himself, and now he teaches the method of self healing he discovered by intuition, not sticking to believe patterns that might had left him paraplegic. |
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Post by Source on Feb 1, 2017 1:50:39 GMT
The strangeness is always on the increase....
Talking to Water, interacting with living water... is strange and beautiful and heartbreaking... does not get old.
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Post by Therin on Feb 4, 2017 11:07:13 GMT
I remember touching a man in a wheelchair's legs and seeing a shiver go through his entire body. I told him he would walk again. I often wonder if he ever did. If his mind was able to entertain the possibility, he very well could walk again. A few years ago I´ve read a book from a former German politician, Clemens Kuby (the link opens a short pdf in english). In the 1980´s he fell from a roof and was paraplegic for a year. With the power of his mind he did heal himself, and now he teaches the method of self healing he discovered by intuition, not sticking to believe patterns that might had left him paraplegic. Well I certainly don't believe that I healed him with the power of my mind. Sometimes waves encompassing strange events break on my life. As I recall that wave was the strongest. It was really reminiscent of what happened a few years before with Clark and Amy the night they did the 'hippy flip' and Amy had some type of seizure. I touched the dude and and weird shit happened. I'm not comfortable with causality. That almost implies that it could be done again under the same or similar circumstances. There was something in the air. |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2017 2:37:11 GMT
If his mind was able to entertain the possibility, he very well could walk again. A few years ago I´ve read a book from a former German politician, Clemens Kuby (the link opens a short pdf in english). In the 1980´s he fell from a roof and was paraplegic for a year. With the power of his mind he did heal himself, and now he teaches the method of self healing he discovered by intuition, not sticking to believe patterns that might had left him paraplegic. Well I certainly don't believe that I healed him with the power of my mind. Sometimes waves encompassing strange events break on my life. As I recall that wave was the strongest. It was really reminiscent of what happened a few years before with Clark and Amy the night they did the 'hippy flip' and Amy had some type of seizure. I touched the dude and and weird shit happened. I'm not comfortable with causality. That almost implies that it could be done again under the same or similar circumstances. There was something in the air. I don't know what you mean with Clark, Amy, and hippy flip. Also, what is it causing you discomfort with causality? The man in the wheelchair could have been healed if he would have believed in it, is what I say. And for you being able to heal, or let the healing flow through you so it can transmit, you must believe in it as well. perception determines reality, and isn't it so that believe/faith is what does move mountains?! for example, if I had believed my dentist, I would have lost lots of teeth by now. I had periodontal disease from age 20 on or so - could've started even earlier - and I was frightened to get a certain treatment, because she and every other dentist couldn't make it clear as to why it would help. She said I would start losing my teeth at the latest when I would reach age 30. That made me angry and I chose to keep my teeth as long as possible, telling them Youse stay put. They're crooked, and some are unstable, but they're all still there at age 39 now. Meanwhile I did get the treatment though, but only because I've read a book where I received the information I needed to trust in the recommended treatment and accompanying medication. |
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Post by Therin on Feb 5, 2017 12:14:33 GMT
Well I certainly don't believe that I healed him with the power of my mind. Sometimes waves encompassing strange events break on my life. As I recall that wave was the strongest. It was really reminiscent of what happened a few years before with Clark and Amy the night they did the 'hippy flip' and Amy had some type of seizure. I touched the dude and and weird shit happened. I'm not comfortable with causality. That almost implies that it could be done again under the same or similar circumstances. There was something in the air. I don't know what you mean with Clark, Amy, and hippy flip. Also, what is it causing you discomfort with causality? The man in the wheelchair could have been healed if he would have believed in it, is what I say. And for you being able to heal, or let the healing flow through you so it can transmit, you must believe in it as well. perception determines reality, and isn't it so that believe/faith is what does move mountains?! for example, if I had believed my dentist, I would have lost lots of teeth by now. I had periodontal disease from age 20 on or so - could've started even earlier - and I was frightened to get a certain treatment, because she and every other dentist couldn't make it clear as to why it would help. She said I would start losing my teeth at the latest when I would reach age 30. That made me angry and I chose to keep my teeth as long as possible, telling them Youse stay put. They're crooked, and some are unstable, but they're all still there at age 39 now. Meanwhile I did get the treatment though, but only because I've read a book where I received the information I needed to trust in the recommended treatment and accompanying medication. Well, Clark and Amy were friends/mentor's of mine that I met years and years ago. Haven't seen them in ages. I met them back in my college days. I'm not comfortable believing that I caused anything in particular to happen. I guess you could say it is an example of acting without believing. I'm not sure what possessed me to touch the man in the wheelchair's leg. I asked him what happened. I honestly don't recall what he said was the cause of his inability to use his legs. I was too involved in the decision to touch his leg to pay attention to his answer. In that way, it was very similar to the night Amy collapsed. Funny that you say periodontal disease. I believe you may be one of those 'gifted' people. |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2017 16:41:43 GMT
Correct me if I´m wrong. You simply sound like a sceptic person, and I mean that in a neutral way. It´s a complete other state of mind to operate from as mine. I just try to understand, even or especially if it´s alien to me.
I´ve heard that I´m gifted, maybe not with that term, but yeah... Something did act through you in touching the legs, and maybe your rational mind has a hard time to accept that. Not in a sense of possession, more like a healing touch, literally, guided by intuition which doesn´t need permission by the mind at all. That´s more a hindrance imo than helpful imo.
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Post by Therin on Feb 5, 2017 21:53:30 GMT
Perhaps something did act through me. Like I said before, a wave of strange events was breaking across my life. The guy in the wheelchair was merely one of more than a dozen. Within a few weeks of chronological time there was a string of these. Some of these events were indeed devastating to my sense of rationality. Others not so much. I wrote a detailed thread about many of these events on GLP.
Unfortunately it was deleted.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2017 19:14:16 GMT
Perhaps something did act through me. Like I said before, a wave of strange events was breaking across my life. The guy in the wheelchair was merely one of more than a dozen. Within a few weeks of chronological time there was a string of these. Some of these events were indeed devastating to my sense of rationality. Others not so much. I wrote a detailed thread about many of these events on GLP. Unfortunately it was deleted. Oh fuck, this happened way too often, the deletion issue. I had my trauma in this with GMG, but only because I didn´t save the stuff that was important when I still had time to do it, and then the whole pink experiment was gone. In fact, it left a lot of people traumatized - but hey, it was the so-called sister site of GLP, allegedly it should have been the backup site in case GLP would crash, or something like that. What a load of bullshit. Caylus made an awesome point in regards to the GLP experience. Goodbye Godlikeproductions |
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Post by I$B on Feb 6, 2017 20:48:32 GMT
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Post by Therin on Feb 7, 2017 12:13:29 GMT
I remember GMG. Here one day, gone the next. That was during the supposed Ghetto Monk phase of GLP. I can barely even lurk over there now. Trinity is running that place into obscurity.
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Post by Therin on Feb 7, 2017 12:20:22 GMT
Interesting that she says Cthulhu. That's the sense that I got.
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Post by ben on Feb 19, 2017 18:35:15 GMT
L S D
holy wow!
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2017 13:12:40 GMT
The strangest thing I have experienced was death.
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Post by Therin on Feb 24, 2017 13:33:43 GMT
The strangest thing I have experienced was death.
But I am not dead, so it is really strange in that way. I once drowned myself in a pool. And the drowning wasn't the culmination of a psychosis that left me past dead in a mental insitution. This was stranger. |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2017 21:14:38 GMT
The strangest thing I have experienced was death.
But I am not dead, so it is really strange in that way. I once drowned myself in a pool. And the drowning wasn't the culmination of a psychosis that left me past dead in a mental insitution. This was stranger.  |
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Post by Therin on Feb 25, 2017 1:14:01 GMT
Yeah. I usually don't talk about it. It's not a pretty thing to talk about.
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Post by Therin on Feb 25, 2017 1:14:17 GMT
You seem to have an easy way with it.
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