What is the absolute strangest thing that you have ever seen that no one else could POSSIBLY beleive?

Sandi_T, I'd really appreciate a reading when and if you have the time. TIA. :-)

And just like that a good thread is hijacked. Man, eff y'all.

Sounds like you have a pretty nasty demon.

You always thought you'd die to a stormy sea, hoped you'd die to old age, but never imagined it would be a perfectly calm day like to today. The old 'rigger is set up but the sails are still and she's utterly becalmed.

The sunlight glitters in a line on the water and the ship fish (dolphins) are visible just below the crystal waterline. The old ship rocks slightly, but for the sea, that's as calm as the old girl ever gets.

You'll be walking the plank today. You won't get to go down with your ship, it's been taken.

Underneath the beauty of the sky and the pristine waters, there is the stench of gunpowder and the sharp metallic tang of the blood of your crew. Off from your ship stands another, a Cutter. You've been caught and you're going down. High seas justice for you.

You step out and it looks so far down to the water. A grizzled old soldier steps up and gives your leg the customary cut. The wound, minor as it is, seeps blood down your leg. The sharks will smell it, so you'll go quickly once they get there.

You had decided to be brave, but you're terrified. Every sailor loves the sea, you say, but she's a terrible mistress. And now you must go into her black widow embrace; the other face of the sea. The siren is gone and the dark lover is left.

They don't push you. They wait expectantly, as if giving you the last of your dignity as a ship's captain. Your eyes meet the captain of the Cutter and you feel deep empathy coming from him. You're a criminal, and you both know it. But you're also both sailors and you have a love that you share.

Now that which you love the most will end it all. You take a deep breath and turn to look out over the still water. She's beautiful today. Terrifying in her magnificence.

Across the plank you go until you look down at the ship fish.

You never made it. The other captain shot you in the back of the head. His gift to you, that you would not die at the hands of the sea you had loved for so long.

Sandi_T, you have a most amazing gift as well as have passed on valuable wisdom. I've truly enjoyed the readings you've given in this thread.

I'd welcome any information you can see about my past, thank-you.

Sandi I s wondering if you haven't seen my posts.. Been asking for a reading for a couple pages

Not that you owe me anything, just wondered if you saw me asking..


Thanks you.

Hello Everyone!

I and my friends saw a ufo shaped like a golden ying yang made of light. Changed my life forever, woke up to the real state of the world soon after, and gained the ability to go out of body soon after that through meditative trance. I never meditated or took that side of life too seriously before that, but I've astral travelled and lucid dreamed since, and met other consciousnesses i think of as part of my whole self. Plenty of other strange psychic experiences and synchronicities since the ufo too.




Also,

Sandi, could i bother you for a reading, please?

with that kind of distraction, you sholda made it to home base! very interesting!

Fascinating! I wonder what that mist was?

I grew up in a catholic family, and any talk of this kind of stuff was highly...well looked down on. When I grew older I separated myself because of all the restricted ways of thinking. I am deeply sorry to hear about what happened to you. Any time I had weird experiences I learned not to tell anyone in fear of being ridiculed. I am past all that now.

Lemme see..

I've seen 1 UFO flying like bat shit, faster far beyond anything I've ever seen and I used to live in Air Force PMQs so I've seen almost everything with wings..

My toys came alive in my room one night and started driving / walking around by themselves, I must have been 9 or so. In the same house I saw a ghost at my window <- this I write off to a childs imagination..

But what I cannot write off is this: Christmas 1992 my drunken stepdad was having a "discussion" with my mother (he's great since he quit drinkin btw.) Well, it was more like a rant of his, about how my mom was retarded to study with those Jehovahs Witnesses and how there is no such thing as Jehovah and it was all the most mindless butload of crap he'd ever heard of (Whereas, he never had listened). In any case, at the time I was 12, and agreed. My mom didn't do christmas no more - what gives eh?

Well, as the "discussion" came to a climax, my mother with her head low and just pleading for some form of understanding and basically just begging for him to stop taunting and harassing her, my stepdad took out a canadian 25ct piece and made up a easy "once and for all" - heads; Jehovah, tails no Jehovah.

Guess what side it landed on.

The very instant that coin hit the ground the house, the whole region shook with a 4.5 earthquake - in a region where earthquakes "never" happen. It threw everything out of the cupboards and my stepdad had an utterly terrified look in his eyes. After about a minute it was all over, my stepdad sat down and poured himself another Jack Daniels Coke.. my mom didn't say a word and brought me and my sister to bed.

My family never talked about the incident again. Years later, after my stepdad and my mom had separated I spoke to him if he remembered what happened at christmas 1994. He said he never, ever forgot and remembers that every second of his life. He came along way from the adamant athiest of the day, and believes in God now - he said "chances are, he probably calls himself Jehovah", just can't (like me) commit to any religion thingy. He also believes God took him through very rough times to give him a chance to recognize and respect the "Higher Power".. whatever exactly that may be..

You always thought you'd die to a stormy sea, hoped you'd die to old age, but never imagined it would be a perfectly calm day like to today. The old 'rigger is set up but the sails are still and she's utterly becalmed.

The sunlight glitters in a line on the water and the ship fish (dolphins) are visible just below the crystal waterline. The old ship rocks slightly, but for the sea, that's as calm as the old girl ever gets.

You'll be walking the plank today. You won't get to go down with your ship, it's been taken.

Underneath the beauty of the sky and the pristine waters, there is the stench of gunpowder and the sharp metallic tang of the blood of your crew. Off from your ship stands another, a Cutter. You've been caught and you're going down. High seas justice for you.

You step out and it looks so far down to the water. A grizzled old soldier steps up and gives your leg the customary cut. The wound, minor as it is, seeps blood down your leg. The sharks will smell it, so you'll go quickly once they get there.

You had decided to be brave, but you're terrified. Every sailor loves the sea, you say, but she's a terrible mistress. And now you must go into her black widow embrace; the other face of the sea. The siren is gone and the dark lover is left.

They don't push you. They wait expectantly, as if giving you the last of your dignity as a ship's captain. Your eyes meet the captain of the Cutter and you feel deep empathy coming from him. You're a criminal, and you both know it. But you're also both sailors and you have a love that you share.

Now that which you love the most will end it all. You take a deep breath and turn to look out over the still water. She's beautiful today. Terrifying in her magnificence.

Across the plank you go until you look down at the ship fish.

You never made it. The other captain shot you in the back of the head. His gift to you, that you would not die at the hands of the sea you had loved for so long.

Mornin everyone.. I got one that still messes with me. My brother and i were at a sitters house in the front yard playing on a tire swing. Must have been 8 or 9 at the time.My bro.was on the swing and i guess i got tired of waiting my turn so i start climbing up the tree.I got real close to the top and decided to look down at my bro. to see if he`s finished on the swing and realized how high up i was and got scared. Then i heard the limb i was on start to crack.Last thing i remember was looking at the top of his head on that swing cause it was getting smaller not bigger..didn`t understand why i was falling UP! i asked him and mom about it during the teen years and no one remembers,no injuries from the fall,nothing.It was so vivid to me i can still tell you what color shirt he had on,so i know it happened.

Miss Sandi,as afraid as i am about knowing,could you read me? My world has been very strange to say the least.Knowing things i have no experiance with, things that are about to happen,surviving situations that should have killed me many times. Please?

Ready for more?

China's 10th dynasty. War has begun, a vast political schizm that rips your wife and children from your arms while you are off to war. Their father, part of a now-rival faction, came and took them.

But they are his hostages, he did not take them as family, but as leverage.

His messenger stands bowing before you, offering you a silk-lined golden box. You accept it with a slight bow and sit down at your table. Opening it, you find your youngest son's head lying decapitated on the liner.

Broken by the sight, you have the messenger killed, even knowing it means nothing to your wife's father.

Gathering your soldiers, since you are a general, you set off to war. You had heeded the counsel of others who said to wait, that he would not destroy his leverage against you...

You have them killed as well, enraged that listening to them has cost your child such a death.

Your Master meets you as you leave the compound. He commands you not to go, and you betray him for the right of vengeance. You kill him and take his entire army with you.

You slaughter your father-in-law's villages, taking his people as booty or killing those who resist. When you arrive at his palace, he surrenders to you, and you command him to take his own life. When he weeps and cries like a child and will not take his own life, you consign him to a horrible torture [which I will not relate here as it doesn't matter ultimately anyway].

But he has shamed your wife and you are forced to take her life, and she begs you to do so anyway. Your daughter, your other child, has been ill-treated and you must kill her to end her suffering, as well.

By the view of your people, all of your shame is gone. So why do you still feel it so deeply even until the day you die, bitter and lonely in your old age [despite having had another wife and more children that you never bothered to get to know, afraid your shame would rub off onto them]....