[ARCHIVED THREAD] - My son said one of the most interesting and eerie things—Small update 5/7/14 (Page 3 of 5)
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That reminds me of a story I read in one of David Hackworth's books about Vietnam. The mother of one of his troops was lying in bed one night when she suddenly startled awake to a sharp pain in her neck. She was convinced she had been shot. As it turned out, her son had been shot in the neck by the VC and killed, and as best as the family could piece things together, it occurred at roughly the same time as the mother had her strange experience. Some things...you just can't explain. Quoted:
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I'm not autistic, but when I was about 13 I was in my closet changing clothes and I felt my grandfather die. He was 500 miles away, but it hit me like an incredible pain in my stomach. It was devastating and it literally took me down to the floor, like I'd been punched or something. The sensation lasted for about 20 seconds, and then it just lifted off of me and I felt this sense of relief. An hour later we received a call that he had died. I guess I already knew, but I didn't feel all that sad even though I loved him very much, I just had this feeling of peace. That reminds me of a story I read in one of David Hackworth's books about Vietnam. The mother of one of his troops was lying in bed one night when she suddenly startled awake to a sharp pain in her neck. She was convinced she had been shot. As it turned out, her son had been shot in the neck by the VC and killed, and as best as the family could piece things together, it occurred at roughly the same time as the mother had her strange experience. Some things...you just can't explain. My grandmother died early one morning suddenly when I was in college. I knew when she died, because she came to say goodbye in my dream. I woke up like I was punched in the gut, and tried to forget what had happened. I got ready and left for my 8AM class, as I was walking down the hall the phone in my room rang. I knew exactly what it was about, but kept walking. About a half hour later, UPD came and got me out of class, told me to call home. I called, and mom told me she had passed. Whenever a conversation turns to our earliest memories, I always tell people that I remember being born, and I can describe it pretty well. Of course some people don't believe me, and they're correct to do so, as it isn't strictly true. Oh I'm not lying about the birth part, just the part about it being the first thing I remember. 
I'd like to think that there's a genetic component to memory; that maybe something an ancestor experienced somehow got transmitted to me. I'm not convinced of that however; the memories don't exactly gel with anything or anywhere I'm familiar with parents or other ancestors going or doing. The other options are that I'm just crazy, or that the world is somehow fundamentally different in a critical way from the way I think it is. I frankly don't like to dwell on it for too long. as I get a feeling similar to Jake's in the 'Dark Tower' series when he's trying to juggle memories of being both dead and alive. I honestly don't care if any one believes me or not. All I know for sure, is that the exact contents of what I remember will be taken to my grave. |
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Ok, my weird story....
Years ago out department was put under another at the University. About 3 weeks later, we all had a big meeting where everyone had to attend. CIO announced she was taking time off for her health, and would be back in 2 months. At that time I said she won't be back. 2 weeks later we all got called to an emergency meeting. I was up on top of a ladder when we all got the call. I looked at everyone and told them our boss had died. I just felt it. Sure enough, we were told in the meeting that she had passed away that morning from a blod clot after surgery for breast cancer. My coworkers looked at me very differently for a long time afterwards. |
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Quoted: My grandmother died early one morning suddenly when I was in college. I knew when she died, because she came to say goodbye in my dream. I woke up like I was punched in the gut, and tried to forget what had happened. I got ready and left for my 8AM class, as I was walking down the hall the phone in my room rang. I knew exactly what it was about, but kept walking. About a half hour later, UPD came and got me out of class, told me to call home. I called, and mom told me she had passed. Whenever a conversation turns to our earliest memories, I always tell people that I remember being born, and I can describe it pretty well. Of course some people don't believe me, and they're correct to do so, as it isn't strictly true. Oh I'm not lying about the birth part, just the part about it being the first thing I remember. I'd like to think that there's a genetic component to memory; that maybe something an ancestor experienced somehow got transmitted to me. I'm not convinced of that however; the memories don't exactly gel with anything or anywhere I'm familiar with parents or other ancestors going or doing. The other options are that I'm just crazy, or that the world is somehow fundamentally different in a critical way from the way I think it is. I frankly don't like to dwell on it for too long. as I get a feeling similar to Jake's in the 'Dark Tower' series when he's trying to juggle memories of being both dead and alive. I honestly don't care if any one believes me or not. All I know for sure, is that the exact contents of what I remember will be taken to my grave. It's very reasonable to suppose that memories can be transferred genetically. How else can instincts of animals be explained other than genetically-transferred "thoughts" or memories... like how Monarch butterflies can migrate to the same winterlands that neither they nor their "parents" have ever been to before, but from where their "great-grandparent" butterflies came from? |
OP, thanks for sharing your story, very interesting indeed! For some reason it reminds me of a conversation I had with my mom several years ago. She told me when I was about 4-5 years old that as my sister and me were waiting in her work places break room for my dad to pick us up that all the employees found my sister and me crying hysterically. I had told her and one of her co-workers that a lady dressed in all black had come in the room and started yelling at me for being a 'bad brother' and my sister too for something I can't remember. I apparently described this lady down to a T, but no one could find her. A couple of days later a female employee quit because she had seen this same lady in the bathroom... vanish into a wall.  The crazy part about it for me is that I could not recollect this story at all. |
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My daughter is twelve. When she was around three, and old enough to form complex sentences, she began to tell complex stores about how she had lived in the mountains at a mine with a man named Jack (I forgot the last name). These stories had all kinds of indepth details. It honestly freaked me the fuck out. My wife and I googled all the names and places she talked about, thinking we would find some link to a TV show or movie... but we didn't. Very intense. Eventually she lost connection to whatever it was she was telling us.
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| Weird shit happens. Don't discount it just because we can't explain it. On the morning of 9/11, I woke up crying from a nightmare; in my dream, I was in a building surrounded by families who were being told that their loved ones had been killed during a plane crash. I remember thinking in the dream that so many people dying must have meant that more than one plane crashed; there were thousands of people crying and wailing. About 40 minutes after I woke up from that dream, the first plane hit the WTC. I don't generally even remember my dreams, much less wake up from them crying. It's one of those things I can't explain and I wouldn't probably believe someone else who told me that, but I know it happened so I have to. Go figure. |
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I think leaving some pictures out, with no prompting, is a good idea. Seeing the building got him to initiate a conversation. When I was younger I experienced several instances of very strong deja vu. Same here, I had repeated episodes of deja vu to the point that I would absolutely know what came next in a conversation. The older I got the less it happened again. I haven't had deja vu in years and years. |
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there is much more to this life, universe, and existence than we are capable of knowing and understanding. TRUE i've had several uncanny spiritual things happen to me before. the things i've experienced are much more real to me than any religion or god could be. You might want to pause to re-examine your conclusions, and consider whether or not your "experiences" have served as bait with which to lure you into a trap. Just something to consider. |
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Quoted: What if you only get a set number of tries before you're SOL? http://mrwgifs.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/05/Bill-and-Teds-Excellent-Adventure-Whoa-Reaction-Gif.gif Quoted: Quoted: I hope he's wrong, because that means that when we die we just have to come back to this shit all over again.   What if you only get a set number of tries before you're SOL? http://mrwgifs.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/05/Bill-and-Teds-Excellent-Adventure-Whoa-Reaction-Gif.gif Maybe this world is what happens when you run out of chances.
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Some of these stories give one the chills.
Nowhere close to any of the deja vue but something I discovered a few years ago really kinda raised my fur. As long as I can remember I have always had a very strong interest in muzzle loading firearms. Every time we would go to a store my mom would always get flustered because I had to have the newest cap gun or toy gun. But it had to be a front stuffer, I liked the other toy guns but the muzzle loaders always held my interest the most. My mom told me when I was around 5 we were watching the "Alamo" with John Wayne. My dad made a comment about John Waynes "Kentucky Rifle" and I corrected him, it told him it was an Ohio or Pennsylvania rifle. They both thought it was an odd comment, I mean at 5 years old you really don't have the reading skills to comprehend such and back then (late 60's) everybody called them Kentucky rifles or muskets. But my mom said she was always fascinated by my fascination and knowledge of them, especially at such a young age. My love for the frontstuffers continued and my cousin who is 12 years my senior started taking me to Mountain Man Rendezvous and shoots. I read everything I could on them. My Freshman year in high school I built a rifle from scratch, a copy of the Modena rifle. I wanted to build custom muzzle loaders for a living but I listened to my dad's advice and went to school to be a machinist instead. My love for muzzle loaders continued but life got in the way, kids, mortgage etc took precedence. A few years ago my sister did the Ancestry dot com thing and started to dig into our genealogy. We found out my dad's mother was from the St Louis area and her family was pretty large, spread throughout that region of Missouri. Her maiden name was Hawken. Turns out her father was a cousin to Jacob and Samuel. Maybe there is something to a genetic link. |
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It's very reasonable to suppose that memories can be transferred genetically. How else can instincts of animals be explained other than genetically-transferred "thoughts" or memories... like how Monarch butterflies can migrate to the same winterlands that neither they nor their "parents" have ever been to before, but from where their "great-grandparent" butterflies came from? Quoted:
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My grandmother died early one morning suddenly when I was in college. I knew when she died, because she came to say goodbye in my dream. I woke up like I was punched in the gut, and tried to forget what had happened. I got ready and left for my 8AM class, as I was walking down the hall the phone in my room rang. I knew exactly what it was about, but kept walking. About a half hour later, UPD came and got me out of class, told me to call home. I called, and mom told me she had passed. Whenever a conversation turns to our earliest memories, I always tell people that I remember being born, and I can describe it pretty well. Of course some people don't believe me, and they're correct to do so, as it isn't strictly true. Oh I'm not lying about the birth part, just the part about it being the first thing I remember.
I'd like to think that there's a genetic component to memory; that maybe something an ancestor experienced somehow got transmitted to me. I'm not convinced of that however; the memories don't exactly gel with anything or anywhere I'm familiar with parents or other ancestors going or doing. The other options are that I'm just crazy, or that the world is somehow fundamentally different in a critical way from the way I think it is. I frankly don't like to dwell on it for too long. as I get a feeling similar to Jake's in the 'Dark Tower' series when he's trying to juggle memories of being both dead and alive. I honestly don't care if any one believes me or not. All I know for sure, is that the exact contents of what I remember will be taken to my grave. It's very reasonable to suppose that memories can be transferred genetically. How else can instincts of animals be explained other than genetically-transferred "thoughts" or memories... like how Monarch butterflies can migrate to the same winterlands that neither they nor their "parents" have ever been to before, but from where their "great-grandparent" butterflies came from? To be fair, 'instincts' are different from distinct memories. But maybe there's something there. http://www.nature.com/news/fearful-memories-haunt-mouse-descendants-1.14272 http://www.apa.org/monitor/2010/06/memory-transfer.aspx There's some trouble with the above studies, and mice and flatworms aren't people. But maybe it's a subject worth further look. |
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Kids say all sorts of weird shit. Lets not forget they are the demographic who has imaginary friends ( had one as a kid). We often underestimate how smart and creative they are, and how much they have heard and retained about the world. I was so self-conscious about not having an imaginary friend when all the other kids had one, that I pretended to have one, if that makes any sense. 
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I was staying out of town on business, one morning i had a very strong urge to turn on the TV. I usually never watch TV in the Mornings. It was Sept 11 2001, I watched as a Jet Crashed into the World Trade Center.
More things happening than we know in this life. |
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Kids say all sorts of weird shit. Lets not forget they are the demographic who has imaginary friends ( had one as a kid). We often underestimate how smart and creative they are, and how much they have heard and retained about the world. This. And as we question them, we give them cues as to what the desired answer is. |
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I think the coolest part of the whole thing is the potential family connection. It's one thing to Have a feeling of reincarnation, but it's another to have it were long dead family members would have spent so much time. Just to fuel your curiosity: there is some religion (Hindu maybe) that espouses not only the belief in reincarnation, but that we travel through these cycles of life with the same group of people. Wives, parents, buddies, siblings, etc., sometimes switching roles and relationships to each other. |
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Just to fuel your curiosity: there is some religion (Hindu maybe) that espouses not only the belief in reincarnation, but that we travel through these cycles of life with the same group of people. Wives, parents, buddies, siblings, etc., sometimes switching roles and relationships to each other. Quoted:
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I think the coolest part of the whole thing is the potential family connection. It's one thing to Have a feeling of reincarnation, but it's another to have it were long dead family members would have spent so much time. Just to fuel your curiosity: there is some religion (Hindu maybe) that espouses not only the belief in reincarnation, but that we travel through these cycles of life with the same group of people. Wives, parents, buddies, siblings, etc., sometimes switching roles and relationships to each other. I'm sure for some people that's a horrifying thought. |
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I'm sure for some people that's a horrifying thought. Quoted:
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I think the coolest part of the whole thing is the potential family connection. It's one thing to Have a feeling of reincarnation, but it's another to have it were long dead family members would have spent so much time. Just to fuel your curiosity: there is some religion (Hindu maybe) that espouses not only the belief in reincarnation, but that we travel through these cycles of life with the same group of people. Wives, parents, buddies, siblings, etc., sometimes switching roles and relationships to each other. I'm sure for some people that's a horrifying thought.  Choose wisely...
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I'm 53 now, but when I was 18 I was working as a Laborer building a power plant. I was sound asleep one night and had this dream of someone in white coveralls and sandy colored hair falling. I could not see the face of this individual. It woke me up like someone hitting me with a bat. A few days later the Laborer boss was running out an extension cord and fell about seventy feet pushing his brain out his right ear. This guy had sandy colored hair.
A few weeks ago I was having a feeling that two of my favorite uncles were hanging around (they both died about 10 years ago separately). I contacted Uncle D oldest daughter to ask if she knew anything about his military record, what islands he served on in WWII. All of this was in a private message, about two weeks later I was still having these feelings when the youngest sister posted that she was missing her dad greatly and I told her that he had been hanging around for acouple weeks. |
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Quoted: Why would you care? Quoted: Quoted: So, what does the Bible say about spirits, ghosts, returning from the dead, etc.? Why would you care? Because it amuses me to watch people expose their willingness to ignore the rules when it suits them. Or only focus on the rules that fit their feelings. |
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Never underestimate the human mind's desire to make meaning out of coincidence. +1 Children are like sponges and will absorb information, then bring it up at a later date, sometimes months or years later. They can take in information even when it seems as though they aren't even paying attention. I'm open to other explanations, though, and in some cases there really doesn't seem to be a plausible explanation other than something supernatural. |
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My youngest son said something today as I was driving that just knocked my socks off. I am usually a skeptic about stuff like this, but it left me really scratching my head. Anyway, my mind is blown right now, and I thought I'd post and ask if anyone else had any similar stories. Cool story, bro and all that... Edit: Bad grammar, yo. http://static.gamespot.com/uploads/original/391/3912151/2441702-0720251747-origi.gif |
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Quoted: To be fair, 'instincts' are different from distinct memories. But maybe there's something there. How would you characterize or define actions or behaviors that are called "instincts"? What are those behaviors based on? What makes a Monarch Butterfly fly thousands of miles to end up in the same place where it's great-grandparents came from? How does it know which direction to travel or even TO travel there? And those are memories generationally-transferred in an insect's tiny brain - imagine the complexity of memories that can be generationally transferred in higher-animals. |
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This. And as we question them, we give them cues as to what the desired answer is. Quoted:
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Kids say all sorts of weird shit. Lets not forget they are the demographic who has imaginary friends ( had one as a kid). We often underestimate how smart and creative they are, and how much they have heard and retained about the world. This. And as we question them, we give them cues as to what the desired answer is. To date the only dialogue we've had regarding this event was his utterance, my question of whether he meant before he was born or before he was in mommas tummy. His answer was yes to both and the conversation maybe lasted 10 seconds. This section of town is very far away from where I live, and decently remote from his mother's house. If he had been there, it would have been once at best, and still not likely. If it is a coincidence (and I accept that it could be), it's a stunning one. |
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How would you characterize or define actions or behaviors that are called "instincts"? What are those behaviors based on? What makes a Monarch Butterfly fly thousands of miles to end up in the same place where it's great-grandparents came from? How does it know which direction to travel or even TO travel there? And those are memories generationally-transferred in an insect's tiny brain - imagine the complexity of memories that can be generationally transferred in higher-animals. Quoted:
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To be fair, 'instincts' are different from distinct memories. But maybe there's something there. How would you characterize or define actions or behaviors that are called "instincts"? What are those behaviors based on? What makes a Monarch Butterfly fly thousands of miles to end up in the same place where it's great-grandparents came from? How does it know which direction to travel or even TO travel there? And those are memories generationally-transferred in an insect's tiny brain - imagine the complexity of memories that can be generationally transferred in higher-animals. I think the difference is that 'instinct' is a compulsion towards a certain behavior, and seems to be passed down in a species. While 'memory' is generally limited to recall of a specific experience by a specific creature. If you can close your eyes and remember your 9th birthday party that's a memory but not an instinct. If you can close your eyes and remember your grandmother's 9th birthday, well, I don't know what the hell that is. I think one could make an argument that 'instinct' is a type of genetically transmitted memory, but it's a smaller overlapping subset. I. E. instincts are a type of memory, but not all memories are instincts. |
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Some of these stories give one the chills. Nowhere close to any of the deja vue but something I discovered a few years ago really kinda raised my fur. As long as I can remember I have always had a very strong interest in muzzle loading firearms. Every time we would go to a store my mom would always get flustered because I had to have the newest cap gun or toy gun. But it had to be a front stuffer, I liked the other toy guns but the muzzle loaders always held my interest the most. My mom told me when I was around 5 we were watching the "Alamo" with John Wayne. My dad made a comment about John Waynes "Kentucky Rifle" and I corrected him, it told him it was an Ohio or Pennsylvania rifle. They both thought it was an odd comment, I mean at 5 years old you really don't have the reading skills to comprehend such and back then (late 60's) everybody called them Kentucky rifles or muskets. But my mom said she was always fascinated by my fascination and knowledge of them, especially at such a young age. My love for the frontstuffers continued and my cousin who is 12 years my senior started taking me to Mountain Man Rendezvous and shoots. I read everything I could on them. My Freshman year in high school I built a rifle from scratch, a copy of the Modena rifle. I wanted to build custom muzzle loaders for a living but I listened to my dad's advice and went to school to be a machinist instead. My love for muzzle loaders continued but life got in the way, kids, mortgage etc took precedence. A few years ago my sister did the Ancestry dot com thing and started to dig into our genealogy. We found out my dad's mother was from the St Louis area and her family was pretty large, spread throughout that region of Missouri. Her maiden name was Hawken. Turns out her father was a cousin to Jacob and Samuel. Maybe there is something to a genetic link. It's in the blood. Pick up the Gunsmith of Grenville County. It is the best book on building the muzzle loading rifle. You can take NMRLA gunbuilding classes at Bowling Green, KY, the Log Cabin Shoppe (Lodi, Ohio), or at Conner Prairie (Fishers, In). |
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Quoted: I think the difference is that 'instinct' is a compulsion towards a certain behavior, and seems to be passed down in a species. While 'memory' is generally limited to recall of a specific experience by a specific creature. If you can close your eyes and remember your 9th birthday party that's a memory but not an instinct. If you can close your eyes and remember your grandmother's 9th birthday, well, I don't know what the hell that is. I think one could make an argument that 'instinct' is a type of genetically transmitted memory, but it's a smaller overlapping subset. I. E. instincts are a type of memory, but not all memories are instincts. Quoted: Quoted: Quoted: To be fair, 'instincts' are different from distinct memories. But maybe there's something there. How would you characterize or define actions or behaviors that are called "instincts"? What are those behaviors based on? What makes a Monarch Butterfly fly thousands of miles to end up in the same place where it's great-grandparents came from? How does it know which direction to travel or even TO travel there? And those are memories generationally-transferred in an insect's tiny brain - imagine the complexity of memories that can be generationally transferred in higher-animals. I think the difference is that 'instinct' is a compulsion towards a certain behavior, and seems to be passed down in a species. While 'memory' is generally limited to recall of a specific experience by a specific creature. If you can close your eyes and remember your 9th birthday party that's a memory but not an instinct. If you can close your eyes and remember your grandmother's 9th birthday, well, I don't know what the hell that is. I think one could make an argument that 'instinct' is a type of genetically transmitted memory, but it's a smaller overlapping subset. I. E. instincts are a type of memory, but not all memories are instincts. Yeah, I get what you're saying. |
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I'm a firm believer in genetic memory. I'm not a firm believer, but I think there's a possibility of something like "genetic memory" that we can't access or observe(yet, or with our current understanding), beyond a genetic pattern for physical traits that have been selected by the environment over millenia. New studies that show genetic modification (however slight) given an individuals experiences would support that. ETA: Instinctual behaviors like mentioned above, in animals, could be something like this. A monarch butterfly knows where to fly for winter. One explanation could be evolved physical traits that give it a sense of direction, but what makes the animal decide to go? |
| This reminds me of a story my Grandfather and Great Uncle would tell. My uncle wasnt in WW2 he was a geologist and they kept him here looking for oil. But the evening my Grandfather was shot down in Europe in a B-17, Uncle Larry woke up suddenly and turned to Aunt lois and said, "Chan was just shot down". He was right, and my Grandfather survived. Pretty creepy story....and there is definatley more going on out there than we can grasp. |