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Unexplained Experiences You Remember As A Child
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[quote:MtBarb:MV8yMTk4Mzk0XzM3MjU2MDgzX0NGRDUzMTRE] [quote:KIP:MV8yMTk4Mzk0XzM3MjA5NjI0XzNGNTBBRkYw] [quote:Anonymous Coward 27666882:MV8yMTk4Mzk0XzM3MjA5NDc1XzM2QTRCRjRE] When I was 4 years old two girls who looked to be in their teens came to the door and asked my mother if they could take me for a walk. We didn't know these girls, but my mom said I could. This part is strange enough, as my mom was very over protective and this was not something she would have done. We walked down my street and they forced me to eat some grass. I began crying and begging them to take me home. My next memory is of being inside a dimly lit buildiing. It had the appearance of a doctor's office, but I can't say for sure. There was a person there that I thought was a doctor, but I only remember the back of his bald head. I don't remember entering or leaving the building, nor do I remember what happened inside the building. At the time, I thought the building was at the end of our dead end street, but there never was a building there. I was shaking and crying as the two girls walked me home. They walked me up to my front porch and left. I ran in the house crying and my nose was bleeding. I told my mom and dad what happened and they didn't have much of a reaction. Again, this was not normal behavior for my parents. I was hysterical and asked my dad if he would go get the boy who lived down the street. He was 8 years old, and always looked out for me. He used to tell my mom he was going to marry me someday. I wouldn't calm down, so my dad walked down the road and got him for me. He comforted me while my parents behaved like spaced out zombies. (They were not on drugs) I talked about this incident every day for awhile, but my parents have no memories of it. To this day my mom doesn't remember this, but she does remember me talking about it a lot . She says she remembers me running into a grocery cart at the store and I got a bloody nose, but doesn't remember this. I remember it vividly, as if it happened yesterday. I was traumatized by it for a quite some time. The whole thing is so bizarre and makes no sense, but that's what happened and I'll never forget it. [/quote] I often wonder why strange things like this happen to us as a child. Things that are totally unexplainable. [/quote] According to my years of study, we are all born with psychic abilities--like Edgar Cayce to some degree (and sometimes with a vivid memory of past lives.) If that ability is not nurtured, or worse, is deliberately destroyed by ridicule, embarrassment, or over-zealous religion and superstition on the part of the parents, siblings, playmates, etc., it fades to nearly disappearing by the age of five or six. This power varies in strength, and sometimes lingers longer, or is even increased by proper handling and encouragement. It's a sad thing that such a powerful resource is stamped out by ignorance and fear. [/quote]
-playing with toy figures on floor of room
-consciously aware of "time slowing" down
Very hard to describe. I will answer "serious questions" regarding these experiences.
Looking for others to describe similar experiences or other things that happened to them as a child that they remember yet still to this day cannot explain.
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