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

There's the door. Don't let it hit'cha where the good lord split'cha!

I don't know. I will have to see where your request is. If it's after the top of page 23, I will have to say no. Once I allow for one, I have to excuse why I won't allow for all, and it never ends.

No more requests, please.



It's been five long years. Five years since she left you. Five years since the last time you held her hand. Five long, eternal years filled with empty days and long cold nights...

Your children don't understand. Your friends ceased coming around long ago. Still you love her. They tell you to get over her, to move on, to stop pining.

They just as well tell you to stop breathing.

It wasn't supposed to be like this. You were supposed to go together. Your children don't need you, and yet God keeps you lingering on here for no reason.

And there's no end in sight. An endless march of days and nights and an unwanted life.

Once, you would have given anything to prolong life but now you dream of the day that you awaken in the great beyond with God and your wife.

But you fear that it may not happen that way. Because if you were honest, and you try to be, if only with yourself, you'd have to admit that maybe you loved her more than you love God. Especially now that he's making you live on and on forever without her.

Hell can't be worse than this.

You sit on the old chair on the back porch, hers sitting blank and empty beside it. You made that chair for her for your sixtieth anniversary. Now it's all that remains of her, the only thing you had the courage to tell your children they weren't allowed to take away from you.

They thought it would help, perhaps, though you think they just wanted it for themselves. Uncharitable and unkind and you'd take it back if you were a less honest person.

The sun sets, throwing its last rays across the muddy yard while a chicken pecks for seeds.

Love is just too hard. The years you spent together sped by. These last five years have been eternity in hell.

Like the twilight falling around you, the twilight of your life has been dark and lonely.

You feel your lids growing heavy and you think that you'll go in to your bed in a few moments, and by the grace of God, you'll not get up the next day.

But you neither go to bed, nor get up the next day.

For anyone wanting more strange, weird, stories another poster included this link to another older thread

[link to www.godlikeproductions.com]

I know some people are wanting more as I am so this thread satisfied my cravings LOL

Edited to add: Sorry, realized link starts at page 8 where I left off.

Last Edited by geminilion on 06/26/2012 05:29 PM

I'm on bottom of page 20... do I count? lol.

I will share something else that I haven't told anyone, the 2nd part of the story anyway.

Almost 3 years ago I lost a long term job and was having trouble finding employment. My sister in law suggested I move to OH to stay with her and my brother and to try to make a go of it there.

After being there a few months she invited me to a family reunion where she grew up on Garard's Fort PA. I was happy to go and so we went.

As we are nearing Garard's Fort she was telling me the story of an Indian massacre that occurred there, I believe, in the 1800's. Apparently a preacher was taking his family to Sunday services via horse drawn buggy when he realized he had forgotten his bible. He went back to get it leaving his family there. When he returned they had all been scalped, only 2 survived.

She was going to show me the memorial that was put into place by the folks that lived there. Other then that I really didn't think about it. I was really exhausted so I turned in early. I was sleeping in the living room, there was a big picture window where you could see the driveway.

I am drifting off to sleep when I hear my SIL start yelling for her dad to get his gun. She was saying that there was someone outside, she could hear them walking around the house and saw them out by her car. I jumped out and looked out the picture window where I saw a very tall shadow man standing on the right side of her car. Keep in mind that she had lived there most of her life and knew all of the noises , etc. Also, no people lived nearby.

I asked her what she saw and word for word she saw what I did standing by her car. It was clearly the form of a very tall man. We all went out but there was nothing there when we approached the car.

The next morning I wake up and her mom asks me, somewhat embarrassed, if I had heard someone screaming early in the morning. I told her that I had not, she said she had never heard it before.

This is the part I've never told anyone. Ever since that evening almost 3 years ago I see a vision of a native american man in my dreams. Every single day....

Fast forward to almost 2 years ago when my beloved brother passed away. It was his wish that he be buried in Garard's Fort. It's very rural, scenic and beautiful so I can understand his wish.

We were sitting on the front porch after funeral and burial. Everyone was chatting and I was just sitting there, still very bereaved and just wanting to not talk. Out of the blue this sort of maniacal laughing came from across the pasture. I looked at my SIL's sister and said "did you hear that" and she was all bug eyed and said yes. I cannot describe the sound, it was not an animal and sounded almost like a native american war cry of sorts. I felt the whole time I was there that I was being watched and I still to this day see the same man in my dreams every single day. It will be 3 years on July.

could be wrong but think you posted the end of reading on the top of page 24

Just a note of appreciation for you and the path you have chosen.
I read your life story when you first started posting on GLP and would like to send a big hug over the ether to you in recognition of the extraordinary and beautiful soul that thou art.

I understand what you are saying and have heard the reasons why we have no memory. guess with no direct knowledge not sure if i believe in past lives. We have been fed so much rubbish, half truths, and BS to keep us in a stupor that once you unravel the matrix you sort of have to question it all. religion, history, god, past lives, karma and so on. I do stay open to there being many possibilities of how we got here and why but the earth being a school of sorts is possible but it could also be just another tool to distract us.

PS; Forgot to add I am quite excited to hear what you say when you get to me, and thank you for sharing your wonderful gift.

Hi Sandi. You did a reading for me several pages back and I really appreciate it. Thank you!

I read your story and I am shocked and horrified at the abuse that you endured. Words fail me. But I am glad that you have survived, and found a path with spirit.

One question: do you still have encounters with the "other men?"

I created a thread just for Sandy T...

We Love Sandy T and She Loves You and Me

I apologize, but you are correct, top of page 24!

I'm not going to just ignore evil, moron. Sandi has always given me the creeps since my first encounter with her last November in an Uncle Mikey thread here.

MMUUUAAAAHAHAHA!!! YOU'RE DOOMED!!!!

No more requests, please.



So sorry that I missed you, LiT!

* * * *

You were born two hours ago and you aren't expected to survive the night. Your family is gathered around weeping. It was everything that you expected, though you didn't know it. You watch them through solemn, barely-focused eyes.

When you leave your body, you find yourself standing beside another soul.

"What will happen?" you ask.

"Look," he tells you.

You watch as time fast forwards and your mother mourns. You find your soul burdened with great sorrow.

"Wait and see," says the soul beside you.

Time moves quickly on and your mother and your father argue. Your father leaves and once more you are filled with regret.

"Watch," says the soul this time.

So you make yourself watch as your mother mourns more, but then to your surprise she begins to visit the hospital. There, she visits children as a volunteer for a while, working her day job and going in the evening after work.

Then she goes to college courses at night instead. You watch as the years go by and she becomes a nurse. She works with premature babies, caressing them and touching them and encouraging mothers to do the same for their babies.

You look at the soul beside you.

"You changed the entire course of her life," he says to you, and you look back to the progress of your mother's life. "And the course of the lives that depended upon her becoming a nurse."

You watch a while longer.

"Are you ready to go?" he asks.

You nod and he takes you Home.

Here you learned that your death was a gift, but you also learned that the death of a loved one can shatter a person. It's the choice of those left behind how they will use what they experience.

Now THAT is a cool story.

Wow. That was a strangely decent thing for the other captain to do.

oooh! more info please!

This same type of thing happened to a friend of mine about 15 years ago.. she woke up in the middle of hte night and saw the bright light 'scan' across her bedroom room. I told her it was aliens (and I believe that too, whatever aliens really are is irrelevant).

I once saw my mother walking towards me so I hid behind a wall and jumped out on her, flasher mac style, pretending to 'flash' her. It sounds stupid but trust it, it was going to be brilliant but I didn't know an old lady walking stupidly fast (for an old lady) had overtaken my mum and so I jumped out and 'flashed' my coat open to a fast-moving old lady, with my mum watching from a couple of metres behind.

That was strange and embarrassing, like most things I do.

Hey Sandi

I know you have suffered a lot in this life, and it is beyond what most of us will ever know. But I am also wondering about your responses. I know as you said most are not looking for "tell me why I am so happy" but there is a balance. Not all growth comes from tragedy, in fact much if not more comes from joy. Joy is so much harder to hold onto in this world and to celebrate that and maybe show past lives that confirm that is also wonderful. as I said not sure what I think about the past life thing but do know we learn as much if not more from joy.

as much as crying can on some level feel as a cleanse nothing, but nothing beats laughter.

much love and laughter to you

...whoa. This leaves me with new questions and so much to think about...

Thank you, Sandi. I certainly cannot express in words my gratitude, for in some odd way I feel I needed this.

Well I've read about 12 pages of this thread and I'm really enjoying it but I have to admit that I also would like Sandy T to say something to me so:

Sandy if it is not too much trouble :)

Tell you what. When you do it, you ask to be shown all the fun and funny ones.

When I do this, I ask to be shown the ones that will help and/or give guidance.

2 or 3 months ago, after all these things started happening to me, one night I took a walk to the corner store for some smokes.

On my way back to the house there is a park I walk by.

The road next to it curves, kind of towards my house.

As I was nearing the curve, a large vehicle came around the corner and blinded me with some insanely bright headlights.

It was moving very slowly, and when I put my hand up to shield my eyes, I could see that it was apparently a fire engine from one of our local companies.

I continued to walk towards it, on the sidewalk of course, and they switched their high-beams off, they were moving very slowly.

As they passed me, the entire vehicle revealed itself to be not a fire truck, but a completely black object with two rings of very bright lights wrapping around it, near the base.

It was made of a material that seemed not to reflect any light, not even from the streetlights overhead.

Same size and general shape as a fire truck, but not a fire truck at all.

It even had an engine sound like a big truck, but it was not one.

They drove by me very slowly, and I tipped my head slightly towards them and gave a polite wave.

No more requests, please.



The air over 'Nam. You've just been shoved full force out of an airplane. You were terrified of heights to begin with, and as you fall, you feel an overwhelming terror. But it's not the fall that kills you. You've been seen and bullets riddle the air.

You don't live to see the war itself. You were part of a 'fact seeking' mission and you feel like you're an invader. To die is almost peace--you won't have to be part of what you already view as evil, long before the war begins.

* * * *

Ancient Greece. You are what most people called a 'temple whore', but that was nothing like your practical day-to-day life. You are more like what one might call in modern day a 'relationship counselor'. Oddly enough, although common women hate you for what they think goes on, you have been instrumental in helping correct countless marriages.

But a very powerful Senator has come to you, and his wife has connections. You give good, sound advice to him and his marriage seems to be getting back into a place of peace between him and his wife. But your society puts men seeking such help as a terrible weakness, while having a mistress or seeking the services of a temple whore is just 'standard stuff'.

So he continues to lie to his wife about you and your services--which is what he's supposed to do. But she is taking it far worse than he knows and has you assassinated, ensuring that you know at whose hands you have died.

The betrayal by this woman wounds you more deeply than the injury that kills you.



(I had to go to bed before I finished yours, sorry)

Last Edited by Sandi_T on 06/27/2012 09:21 AM

Were there any markings on it at all? That is strange..wonder what it was and who was operating it.

fair enough :) just some of them seem so sad and yes I know they give guidance must be hard for you to be shown all this, but i guess there is some relief in knowing it helps people

I know who they are