Has anything ever happened to you that you cannot explain?

I once saw a shadow walk past the door to my front house, then seconds later, another figure walked past the same direction and answered the door.

It was my brother, who was ALONE.

So who walked past originally?

Yes, a few times. Back in 1976 or so, I accidentally took 1200 micrograms of LSD. After it was coming on like gangbusters, I was walking through a wooded lot in the neighborhood literally hugging the trees, even talking to them now and again. About halfway through, I suddenly thought, Luanna is going to come walking up the path any second now. Luanna was my girlfriend at the time. Her mother was full-blooded Clallam Indian, her father was Japanese. She was beautiful, like you wouldn't believe. Anyway, as I walked around the next bend in the path, there she was!

Just recently, maybe a couple months ago, I had started a routine to induce lucid dreaming. It was starting to yield some results. One morning I had driven to work and parked my car on the seventh floor of the parking garage. I was pondering my recent dream as I stepped into the elevator and pushed the button for the first floor. I continued thinking about this dream as I was half-consciously counting the dings as the elevator passed each floor. After the fifth ding I prepared to step out of the elevator. The sixth ding came and as I waited for the doors to open, the elevator kept moving. Another ding(???), then another and another. Nine dings, and the parking garage only had seven floors. I have no idea what was going on with that. I did not continue the lucid dreaming exercises after that.

I exist yet I can't really explain why.

> I exist yet I can't really explain why.

For the benefit of us, of course!!!!

Then, why do you exist?

> Then, why do you exist?

To serve you

Yes, but it's nothing paranormal.

Rarely; I once had a dream about something happening, only to have it happen the next day. I had no way of knowing it would happen beforehand; it was completely random. I'm sure there are other things, but I can't think of them. My usual reasoning on this is that just because I can't explain it doesn't mean that it's not explicable. The limits of my knowledge are simply too low.

Not in the "paranormal" sense. I've had people do or say things to me that make me go "what the fudge was that about". Is that close?

Yes, one that springs to mind is the time I was woken by the sound of crumbling plaster, then actual footsteps in the attic directly above my room. The sounds were definitely measured paced footsteps. My sister heard them too and it woke her up, so I wasn't imagining or dreaming them. I heard the footsteps walk around (which were too heavy to be an animal), then go back to the wall where the crumbling plaster sound came from, make a bit more noise there, and then go. I was so terrified, the next day my dad and sister went into the attic to see, and there was no hole in the wall, no plaster on the floor, no footprints on the floor, no sign of anyone being up there. It was weird. I don't believe in ghosts, so I'm at a loss to explain it.

I cannot fully explain anything that happens to me.

I am sure that this has happened to everyone at one time or another. For myself, I cannot remember what it was. Sometimes it was such a small thing that I am sure that I have forgotten about it...but like 'falling asleep in New York City and waking up in Paris'...no, nothing like that.

> Yes, a few times. Back in 1976 or so, I accidentally took 1200 micrograms
> of LSD. After it was coming on like gangbusters, I was walking through
> a wooded lot in the neighborhood literally hugging the trees, even
> talking to them now and again. About halfway through, I suddenly
> thought, Luanna is going to come walking up the path any second now.
> Luanna was my girlfriend at the time. Her mother was full-blooded
> Clallam Indian, her father was Japanese. She was beautiful, like
> you wouldn't believe. Anyway, as I walked around the next bend in
> the path, there she was!

*On some level, this example may have had something to do with the 1200 micrograms of LSD.

Yeah, that's kind of what I think too, but perhaps not the same way you are.

I did in fact think I would see Luanna in the next few seconds. And she really was there. One of the misapprehensions caused by referring to psychedelics as "hallucinogens" is that people under the influence of these substances cannot distinguish between what is real and what is not. This is in fact, not true.

I don't know if you've ever read Storming Heaven: LSD and the American Dream. But there is an interview with Jerry Garcia in there. He recounts his experience as one of the musicians at Ken Kesey's first "acid test" in San Francisco. One of the phenomena he noted was that just as he was thinking the air was a little stuffy, someone across the room would open a window. There have been a number of such instances reported with a variety of psychedelics.

> Yeah, that's kind of what I think too, but perhaps not the same way
> you are.
>
> I did in fact think I would see Luanna in the next few seconds. And
> she really was there. One of the misapprehensions caused by referring
> to psychedelics as "hallucinogens" is that people under the influence
> of these substances cannot distinguish between what is real and what
> is not. This is in fact, not true.
>
> I don't know if you've ever read Storming Heaven: LSD and the American
> Dream. But there is an interview with Jerry Garcia in there. He
> recounts his experience as one of the musicians at Ken Kesey's first
> "acid test" in San Francisco. One of the phenomena he noted was that
> just as he was thinking the air was a little stuffy, someone across
> the room would open a window. There have been a number of such instances
> reported with a variety of psychedelics.

Oh, I never assumed that it was an illusion....I thought about your example more on the same lines as you did. It has been my experience that LSD and acid highs are individual in nature. Remember that your senses are already in an altered state when making these observations and that, in itself, puts you at a disadvantage when trying to recall a concise occurrence. It is like a person in a psychotic state trying to explain their psychosis...and 1200 micrograms is no joke, but there is an increase in sensory input that definitely does differ from illusion.

> Oh, I never assumed that it was an illusion....I thought about your
> example more on the same lines as you did. It has been my experience
> that LSD and acid highs are individual in nature. Remember that your
> senses are already in an altered state when making these observations
> and that, in itself, puts you at a disadvantage when trying to recall
> a concise occurrence. It is like a person in a psychotic state trying
> to explain their psychosis...and 1200 micrograms is no joke, but there
> is an increase in sensory input that definitely does differ from illusion.
>


This is exactly right. My experiences with psychedelics prevent me from calling myself an atheist, as there does seem to be something involved beyond the merely physical. At the same time, I cannot make the leap from agnosticism to faith because, as you point out quite correctly, I am not the ideal detached "observer" when in an altered state such as that brought on by psychedelics.

> Yes, one that springs to mind is the time I was woken by the sound
> of crumbling plaster, then actual footsteps in the attic directly
> above my room. The sounds were definitely measured paced footsteps.
> My sister heard them too and it woke her up, so I wasn't imagining
> or dreaming them. I heard the footsteps walk around (which were too
> heavy to be an animal), then go back to the wall where the crumbling
> plaster sound came from, make a bit more noise there, and then go.
> I was so terrified, the next day my dad and sister went into the attic
> to see, and there was no hole in the wall, no plaster on the floor,
> no footprints on the floor, no sign of anyone being up there. It was
> weird. I don't believe in ghosts, so I'm at a loss to explain it.
>


Wow, spooky.

Once when we moved into a new apartment, we were sleeping when the empty hangers started clanging together in the empty closet, It woke up my boyfriend and I. We were to scared to get up. We just stayed in bed terrified. The next morning the only thing in the closet were a bunch of empty metal hangars.

Eeep. It's very unsettling when something like that happens - just got to tell yourself that there must be some kind of rational explanation!

You mean blindsighted?

oh yeah...
but give me time and I can explain it. My favorite reason is 'magic'. (becaue that's all I got)

Try googling "pineal gland and how it connects to spirit"

> Try googling "pineal gland and how it connects to spirit"

Some interesting stuff comes up. I was especially interested in this video clip. The discovery of DMT in the blood, brain and cerebro-spinal fluid in humans and other higher primates is a fairly recent one, dating back only a decade or two at the most, I believe. Dr. Strassman's book, DMT: The Spirit Molecule is one I am going to have to add to my library.

Love has happened to me and I cannot explain it

Not in a paranormal regard.

> Not in a paranormal regard.

Do you know what normal is? I'm pretty sure I don't. Which is why, I suppose, I was never able to follow my mother's advice, which was: "You know Curt, the least you can do is act normal!"

If you're not sure what's normal, how can you know what's paranormal?

I know normal. I don't always act normal though.

Yes. Possibly because I am not bright enough to figure it out myself. I hope thats not the case.

Once, I saw a monkey sitting on the side of the highway, watching traffic. In Ohio.

I used to live in a 3 story house that was built in the early 1900s. The bottom floor was a separate apartment, and I had the front foyer and stairs and the top two floors. I lived in the 2nd floor with the ex.... and the cats haunted the 3rd floor, which we mostly just used for cat litter and growing weed. One night, I followed a strange sound upstairs. The cats (we had 7) were seated in a circle, watching Redbird (a black, female cat) dance on her hind legs in the middle of the circle. It's like she was fighting or dancing with something that wasn't there. It still freaks me out a little, thinking about it.

Once, some girlfriends and I played with a Ouija board and a deck of cards. We asked it to guess what card we'd turn. Somehow, it knew. I still have that board. I won't touch it.

> About halfway through, I suddenly
> thought, Luanna is going to
> come walking up the path any
> second now.

> Anyway, as I walked around the next
> bend in the path, there she
> was!


There's something to be said about connecting to people on a different level while using LSD. I have had some pretty intense bonding experiences with fellow trippers. There is this feeling of being connected and sharing the same thoughts. You just *know* that you are both thinking at *exactly* the same level. It feels like this absolutely amazing blending of minds. I still wonder how much of that was real and how much was imagined.

Your experience seems to offer proof that the mind can really reach out and *know* things during a good trip.