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Post by clyde on Nov 14, 2014 16:24:15 GMT -5
In The Premonition, Cindy had a premonition that something bad would happen to Ben, and guess what? Just wondering if anyone here has ever had a premonition - good or bad (I think they tend to be bad) that came true? Spooky stuff.
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Post by patriciaanne on Nov 14, 2014 16:59:38 GMT -5
In The Premonition, Cindy had a premonition that something bad would happen to Ben, and guess what? Just wondering if anyone here has ever had a premonition - good or bad (I think they tend to be bad) that came true? Spooky stuff. All the time. But they are more like "messages" of things I'm going to hear about soon. One just happened a couple of weeks ago. They are not always "bad." Most of mine are neutral. I did dream of my bofriend's father's death the morning of the day it happened. He was sick with cancer so it wasn't a shock. I also tend to return messages before I actually receive them. |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2014 18:32:03 GMT -5
I knew Clyde was going to create this thread.
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Post by Kathy Lee on Nov 14, 2014 18:42:36 GMT -5
I knew Clyde was going to create this thread. LOL! You ALWAYS crack me up! I don't laugh that easy but you always make me laugh. |
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Post by Kathy Lee on Nov 14, 2014 18:48:14 GMT -5
Well...ask my daughter that question and see what answer you get.
One time when I was a child, we were staying "done the shore" (as we say in Jersey) and the room I was staying in had one bed. I could feel something had happened in that room. There was a picture on the wall over the bed and I felt a strong impulse to take it off the wall and turn it over. On the back of the picture, a couple had written that it was their honeymoon and how much in love they were. Strange but true.
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Post by ForeverWaltons on Nov 14, 2014 19:28:23 GMT -5
Well...ask my daughter that question and see what answer you get. One time when I was a child, we were staying "done the shore" (as we say in Jersey) and the room I was staying in had one bed. I could feel something had happened in that room. There was a picture on the wall over the bed and I felt a strong impulse to take it off the wall and turn it over. On the back of the picture, a couple had written that it was their honeymoon and how much in love they were. Strange but true.
I think what they did in that room on their honeymoon, has been done in every hotel/motel room.  I'm just teasing with you. That's another thing that has changed over the years...you were able to remove the picture from the wall. All the pictures are now screwed/attached to the walls because people seem to love to steal, don't they? But you said the room you were staying in had one bed...so I guess it wasn't a hotel or motel.
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Post by ForeverWaltons on Nov 14, 2014 20:06:09 GMT -5
I've mentioned some things here on the forum before, so bear with me. I have had a little voice in my head tell me things in the past:
1. When I was 19 and rounding a curve in my car, the little voice told me to unbuckle my seatbelt. I was telling myself, "but I'm supposed to wear my seatbelt." The little voice got louder, "Unbuckle it!" I did and a minute later I wrecked. I rolled my car numerous times and it threw me out. I had road rash and broken glass in my back, wrists, arms and ears (still have the scars to this day). At the hospital the state trooper came in to question me about the wreck. He told me that if I hadn't unbuckled my seatbelt that I would be dead. The steering wheel column had impaled the driver's seat. Glad I listened. 
2. I had a beagle named Judy and she would howl at night and my neighbors complained. Mr. Forever built her a HUGE doghouse. He and I both could fit in it, it was insulated and had a light bulb in it for heat. He put a door on it with a latch so I could lock her in at night. She was housetrained, so she would wait until I let her out in the mornings to use the bathroom. I went to let her out one morning before going to work (this was before we had children) and that little voice told me to let her use the bathroom and lock her back up. I thought, "No, she's been in there all night, I'm not going to make her stay in there all day while I'm at work too." So I let her stay out. When I got in from work, my neighbor came to let me know that Judy had gotten ran over and killed in the road and that Mr. Powell had gotten her off the road and had her body. Wish I had listened. 
3. I had a black Lab named Hank, got him when he was six weeks old. We fenced in the backyard for him (again before we had children). The wooden door had a keyed padlock on it. I went out to feed him before going to work and I noticed that the screws holding the metal latch that the padlock went through were coming loose. I made a mental note that I needed to fix that when I got in from work. The little voice told me to do it now. I was running late for work so I ignored the little voice even though it kept screaming that at me. Mr. Forever ended up calling me at work later in the day to tell me that Hank had gotten out (the screws had fallen out from Hank jumping against the door) and the padlock fell off. Two of our women neighbors had been walking around the neighborhood when they saw Hank. One of the ladies was terrified of dogs and she started panicking and screaming her head off. A neighbor's 16 year old son came out with a pistol and shot Hank.
Hank ran back to our front door and laid there bleeding on the porch (I cried my eyes out while cleaning this blood off). The ladies called the police and told them that Hank had tried to attack them, had been shot and was now on our porch. A cop came, called Hank off the porch and into our front yard and shot him in the head...killed him! He then cut off his head to send it off to check for rabies. He left Hank's headless body laying in our front yard. At that time Mr. Forever was a carpenter and the cop knew what house he was working on that day and went and told him. Mr. Forever came home, got Hank's body and buried it (he didn't want me to see Hank that way). Hank had all of his shots including rabies, I had taken him to obedience school, Mr. Forever would take him out on the boat fishing with him, etc. He was the sweetest dog! Of course, he didn't have rabies and I know that he didn't try to 'attack' them. Both these women knew that Hank was our dog. When I went to talk to them about all of this, they wanted to claim that they had never seen him before. They had seen me in the front yard numerous times playing fetch with him when they walked around the neighborhood. 
I'm crying as I type this about Hank. It still bothers me to this day that #1 I didn't listen to that little voice and take care of that latch #2 That Hank came back to our front door...he was looking for me to help him and I wasn't there. If I had been, I could have taken him to the vet after the neighbor shot him and he probably would have lived. That has bothered me so. I definitely should have listened to the little voice. 
I have told myself that if I ever hear that little voice again...I am absolutely, positively, definitely going to listen to it.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2014 21:29:29 GMT -5
Gosh... Kimberly's post was so sad. Hugs to you, my friend. If we all had "do overs", we could all change some sad days in our lives.
I have premonitions all the time, but most involve strangers. I never know what's just a bad dream and what is a premonition until it's reported on the news or told to me by a friend later in the day. I had a very detailed dream about a plane crash one morning. From the description of the plane to the scene of the crash... all had been in my dream, 6 hours before it happened.
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Post by Kathy Lee on Nov 14, 2014 22:05:00 GMT -5
Well...ask my daughter that question and see what answer you get. One time when I was a child, we were staying "done the shore" (as we say in Jersey) and the room I was staying in had one bed. I could feel something had happened in that room. There was a picture on the wall over the bed and I felt a strong impulse to take it off the wall and turn it over. On the back of the picture, a couple had written that it was their honeymoon and how much in love they were. Strange but true.
I think what they did in that room on their honeymoon, has been done in every hotel/motel room. I'm just teasing with you. That's another thing that has changed over the years...you were able to remove the picture from the wall. All the pictures are now screwed/attached to the walls because people seem to love to steal, don't they? But you said the room you were staying in had one bed...so I guess it wasn't a hotel or motel.
It was a summer rental place owned by friends of my parents. Not a house but a multi unit place. People would rent rooms for a week at the shore. I just remember it as all brown wood and a long hallway. They must have had empty rooms for me to get one of my own. I was about nine or ten. By the way, what DID they do in that room? |
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Post by Kathy Lee on Nov 14, 2014 22:10:29 GMT -5
I've mentioned some things here on the forum before, so bear with me. I have had a little voice in my head tell me things in the past:
1. When I was 19 and rounding a curve in my car, the voice told me to unbuckle my seatbelt. I was telling myself, "but I'm supposed to wear my seatbelt." The voice got louder, "Unbuckle it!" I did and a minute later I wrecked. I rolled my car numerous times and it threw me out. I had road rash and broken glass in my back, wrists, arms and ears (still have the scars to this day). At the hospital the state trooper came in to question me about the wreck. He told me that if I hadn't unbuckled my seatbelt that I would be dead. The steering wheel column had impaled through the driver's seat. Glad I listened.
2. I had a beagle named Judy and she would howl at night and my neighbors complained. Mr. Forever built her a HUGE doghouse. He and I both could fit in it, it was insulated and had a light bulb in it for heat. He put a door on it with a latch so I could lock her in at night. She was housetrained, so she would wait until I let her out in the mornings to use the bathroom. I went to let her out one morning before going to work (this was before we had children) and that little voice told me to let her use the bathroom and lock her back up. I thought, "No, she's been in there all night, I'm not going to make her stay in there all day while I'm at work too." So I let her stay out. When I got in from work, my neighbor came to let me know that Judy had gotten ran over and killed in the road and that Mr. Powell had gotten her off the road and had her body. Wish I had listened.
3. I had a black Lab named Hank, got him when he was six weeks old. We fenced in the backyard for him (again before we had children). The wooden door had a keyed padlock on it. I went out to feed him before going to work and I noticed that the screws holding the metal latch that the padlock went through were coming loose. I made a mental note that I needed to fix that when I got in from work. The little voice told me to do it now. I was running late for work so I ignored the voice even though it kept screaming that at me. Mr. Forever ended up calling me at work later in the day to tell me that Hank had gotten out (the screws had fallen out from Hank jumping against the door) and the padlock fell off. Two of our women neighbors had been walking around the neighborhood when they saw Hank. One of the ladies was terrified of dogs and she started panicking and screaming her head off. A neighbor's 16 year old son came out with a pistol and shot Hank.
Hank ran back to our front door and laid there bleeding on the porch (I cried my eyes out while cleaning this blood off). The ladies called the police and told them that Hank had tried to attack them, had been shot and was now on our porch. A cop came, called Hank off the porch and into our front yard and shot him in the head...killed him! He then cut off his head to send it off to check for rabies. He left Hank's headless body laying in our front yard. At that time Mr. Forever was a carpenter and the cop knew what house he was working on that day and went and told him. Mr. Forever came home, got Hank's body and buried it (he didn't want me to see Hank that way). Hank had all of his shots including rabies, I had taken him to obedience class, Mr. Forever would take him out on the boat fishing with him, etc. He was the sweetest dog! Of course, he didn't have rabies and I know that he didn't try to 'attack' them. Both these women knew that Hank was our dog. When I went to talk to them about all of this, they wanted to claim that they had never seen him before. They had seen me in the front yard numerous times playing fetch with him when they walked around the neighborhood.
I'm crying as I type this about Hank. It still bothers me to this day that #1 I didn't listen to that little voice and take care of that latch #2 That Hank came back to our front door...he was looking for me to help him and I wasn't there. If I had been, I could have taken him to the vet after the neighbor shot him and he probably would have lived. That has bothered me so. I definitely should have listened to the voice.
I have told myself that if I ever hear that little voice again...I am absolutely, positively, definitely going to listen to it.
Kimberly, I am so sorry to hear about your dogs. I know that hurt never really goes away. |
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Post by ForeverWaltons on Nov 14, 2014 22:14:40 GMT -5
I think what they did in that room on their honeymoon, has been done in every hotel/motel room. I'm just teasing with you. That's another thing that has changed over the years...you were able to remove the picture from the wall. All the pictures are now screwed/attached to the walls because people seem to love to steal, don't they? But you said the room you were staying in had one bed...so I guess it wasn't a hotel or motel.
It was a summer rental place owned by friends of my parents. Not a house but a multi unit place. People would rent rooms for a week at the shore. I just remember it as all brown wood and a long hallway. They must have had empty rooms for me to get one of my own. I was about nine or ten. By the way, what DID they do in that room? Now! Now! Kathy Lee...What does a couple do on their honeymoon? You have children of your own, you know how that happened, don't you? |
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Post by Kathy Lee on Nov 14, 2014 22:22:21 GMT -5
Here is a happy story. I was 18, going to college during the day and working at a bank at night processing deposits. I was on vacation for the week and had just come back from a vacation to Hershey, Pennsylvania with my parents. I was relaxing at home and my cousin called and wanted me to go roller skating with her. I didn't want to go because I was tired. But she kept asking me so I said yes. We went to the rink and we were just skating around and enjoying ourselves when the announcer said to clear the floor. My cousin and I were standing by the low wall looking out onto the rink when they started to dim the lights. The announcer then said it was Ladies Choice. Now, I had never, ever asked anyone to dance or skate but as I stood there a loud insistent voice said to turn around and ask someone to skate. Before I could even think about it, I turned around and about twenty feet behind me were two young men. There was no one else there but the two of them. One was tall and had on a light shirt that I could see in the dim light. Without thinking I walked up to him and asked him to skate. It was Mark. We were married the next year! Many years later he told me that he had seen me skating and thought I was pretty but that he was too shy to ever ask me to skate. He always said it was God's voice giving him a hand! |
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Post by Kathy Lee on Nov 14, 2014 22:23:12 GMT -5
It was a summer rental place owned by friends of my parents. Not a house but a multi unit place. People would rent rooms for a week at the shore. I just remember it as all brown wood and a long hallway. They must have had empty rooms for me to get one of my own. I was about nine or ten. By the way, what DID they do in that room? Now! Now! Kathy Lee...What does a couple do on their honeymoon? You have children of your own, you know how that happened, don't you? Yum....the hug and kiss and make babies? |
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Post by daniela on Nov 15, 2014 1:31:39 GMT -5
I've mentioned some things here on the forum before, so bear with me. I have had a little voice in my head tell me things in the past:
1. When I was 19 and rounding a curve in my car, the little voice told me to unbuckle my seatbelt. I was telling myself, "but I'm supposed to wear my seatbelt." The little voice got louder, "Unbuckle it!" I did and a minute later I wrecked. I rolled my car numerous times and it threw me out. I had road rash and broken glass in my back, wrists, arms and ears (still have the scars to this day). At the hospital the state trooper came in to question me about the wreck. He told me that if I hadn't unbuckled my seatbelt that I would be dead. The steering wheel column had impaled the driver's seat. Glad I listened.
2. I had a beagle named Judy and she would howl at night and my neighbors complained. Mr. Forever built her a HUGE doghouse. He and I both could fit in it, it was insulated and had a light bulb in it for heat. He put a door on it with a latch so I could lock her in at night. She was housetrained, so she would wait until I let her out in the mornings to use the bathroom. I went to let her out one morning before going to work (this was before we had children) and that little voice told me to let her use the bathroom and lock her back up. I thought, "No, she's been in there all night, I'm not going to make her stay in there all day while I'm at work too." So I let her stay out. When I got in from work, my neighbor came to let me know that Judy had gotten ran over and killed in the road and that Mr. Powell had gotten her off the road and had her body. Wish I had listened.
3. I had a black Lab named Hank, got him when he was six weeks old. We fenced in the backyard for him (again before we had children). The wooden door had a keyed padlock on it. I went out to feed him before going to work and I noticed that the screws holding the metal latch that the padlock went through were coming loose. I made a mental note that I needed to fix that when I got in from work. The little voice told me to do it now. I was running late for work so I ignored the little voice even though it kept screaming that at me. Mr. Forever ended up calling me at work later in the day to tell me that Hank had gotten out (the screws had fallen out from Hank jumping against the door) and the padlock fell off. Two of our women neighbors had been walking around the neighborhood when they saw Hank. One of the ladies was terrified of dogs and she started panicking and screaming her head off. A neighbor's 16 year old son came out with a pistol and shot Hank.
Hank ran back to our front door and laid there bleeding on the porch (I cried my eyes out while cleaning this blood off). The ladies called the police and told them that Hank had tried to attack them, had been shot and was now on our porch. A cop came, called Hank off the porch and into our front yard and shot him in the head...killed him! He then cut off his head to send it off to check for rabies. He left Hank's headless body laying in our front yard. At that time Mr. Forever was a carpenter and the cop knew what house he was working on that day and went and told him. Mr. Forever came home, got Hank's body and buried it (he didn't want me to see Hank that way). Hank had all of his shots including rabies, I had taken him to obedience school, Mr. Forever would take him out on the boat fishing with him, etc. He was the sweetest dog! Of course, he didn't have rabies and I know that he didn't try to 'attack' them. Both these women knew that Hank was our dog. When I went to talk to them about all of this, they wanted to claim that they had never seen him before. They had seen me in the front yard numerous times playing fetch with him when they walked around the neighborhood.
I'm crying as I type this about Hank. It still bothers me to this day that #1 I didn't listen to that little voice and take care of that latch #2 That Hank came back to our front door...he was looking for me to help him and I wasn't there. If I had been, I could have taken him to the vet after the neighbor shot him and he probably would have lived. That has bothered me so. I definitely should have listened to the little voice.
I have told myself that if I ever hear that little voice again...I am absolutely, positively, definitely going to listen to it.
Oh Kimberly, broke my heart reading about your dogs...especially Hank....poor pup I'm really sorry to hear about him. |
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Post by patriciaanne on Nov 15, 2014 7:59:59 GMT -5
I've mentioned some things here on the forum before, so bear with me. I have had a little voice in my head tell me things in the past:
1. When I was 19 and rounding a curve in my car, the little voice told me to unbuckle my seatbelt. I was telling myself, "but I'm supposed to wear my seatbelt." The little voice got louder, "Unbuckle it!" I did and a minute later I wrecked. I rolled my car numerous times and it threw me out. I had road rash and broken glass in my back, wrists, arms and ears (still have the scars to this day). At the hospital the state trooper came in to question me about the wreck. He told me that if I hadn't unbuckled my seatbelt that I would be dead. The steering wheel column had impaled the driver's seat. Glad I listened.
2. I had a beagle named Judy and she would howl at night and my neighbors complained. Mr. Forever built her a HUGE doghouse. He and I both could fit in it, it was insulated and had a light bulb in it for heat. He put a door on it with a latch so I could lock her in at night. She was housetrained, so she would wait until I let her out in the mornings to use the bathroom. I went to let her out one morning before going to work (this was before we had children) and that little voice told me to let her use the bathroom and lock her back up. I thought, "No, she's been in there all night, I'm not going to make her stay in there all day while I'm at work too." So I let her stay out. When I got in from work, my neighbor came to let me know that Judy had gotten ran over and killed in the road and that Mr. Powell had gotten her off the road and had her body. Wish I had listened.
3. I had a black Lab named Hank, got him when he was six weeks old. We fenced in the backyard for him (again before we had children). The wooden door had a keyed padlock on it. I went out to feed him before going to work and I noticed that the screws holding the metal latch that the padlock went through were coming loose. I made a mental note that I needed to fix that when I got in from work. The little voice told me to do it now. I was running late for work so I ignored the little voice even though it kept screaming that at me. Mr. Forever ended up calling me at work later in the day to tell me that Hank had gotten out (the screws had fallen out from Hank jumping against the door) and the padlock fell off. Two of our women neighbors had been walking around the neighborhood when they saw Hank. One of the ladies was terrified of dogs and she started panicking and screaming her head off. A neighbor's 16 year old son came out with a pistol and shot Hank.
Hank ran back to our front door and laid there bleeding on the porch (I cried my eyes out while cleaning this blood off). The ladies called the police and told them that Hank had tried to attack them, had been shot and was now on our porch. A cop came, called Hank off the porch and into our front yard and shot him in the head...killed him! He then cut off his head to send it off to check for rabies. He left Hank's headless body laying in our front yard. At that time Mr. Forever was a carpenter and the cop knew what house he was working on that day and went and told him. Mr. Forever came home, got Hank's body and buried it (he didn't want me to see Hank that way). Hank had all of his shots including rabies, I had taken him to obedience school, Mr. Forever would take him out on the boat fishing with him, etc. He was the sweetest dog! Of course, he didn't have rabies and I know that he didn't try to 'attack' them. Both these women knew that Hank was our dog. When I went to talk to them about all of this, they wanted to claim that they had never seen him before. They had seen me in the front yard numerous times playing fetch with him when they walked around the neighborhood.
I'm crying as I type this about Hank. It still bothers me to this day that #1 I didn't listen to that little voice and take care of that latch #2 That Hank came back to our front door...he was looking for me to help him and I wasn't there. If I had been, I could have taken him to the vet after the neighbor shot him and he probably would have lived. That has bothered me so. I definitely should have listened to the little voice.
I have told myself that if I ever hear that little voice again...I am absolutely, positively, definitely going to listen to it.
What you describe about the "voice" in your head is what I experience as well. It's only happened a few times, but it's always been very specific. One time as I was leaving the barn at night after riding my horse (this was when I was boarding my horse and had to drive home from the barn), the voice said, "If an animal runs in front of you, don't swerve to miss it, just run over it." I thought that was an odd message. As I got close to home, an opossum did run out in front of me. On one side of me was the lake and on the other side was a large retaining wall. There was no place to swerve and I did run it over. It was the first animal I had ever run over (I only got my license at 25 because I lived in the city and this was shortly after getting my license.) If I hadn't gotten that message, I might have tried to miss it and really gotten hurt--or worse. It also made me feel less troubled about killing the opossum because it was like there really wasn't any choice and some kind of higher power knew that.
Then there was the time when I was around 16 and I was leaving the house to walk to my little part-time job and the voice said, "You better look nice because you're going to see Brian today." And because I was 16, I got belligerent with the voice and said, "No, I'm not. He's not anywhere near here and even if I was going to see him, I don't have to look nice. I don't care about him anymore." "Brian" (not his real name) was a guy I had dated a couple of summers before that. Of course, Brian showed up that day.  |
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I'm just teasing with you. That's another thing that has changed over the years...you were able to remove the picture from the wall. All the pictures are now screwed/attached to the walls because people seem to love to steal, don't they? But you said the room you were staying in had one bed...so I guess it wasn't a hotel or motel.
