Sometimes, we just feel something deep inside, like a superpower knowing, even when there’s no real proof. Imagine sitting with your buddies, chatting away, and then someone starts talking about this thing they’re super certain about – no proof needed. It’s like a mystery that we all have inside us. These are the times when people feel like they’ve got a secret power inside them, guiding them without needing any proof.
But what makes us so, so sure about stuff? Is it like a hunch, a feeling that’s super strong, or something even deeper? As you read these stories, you might start thinking about times when you’ve been totally sure about things, too.
That there is other intelligent life in the universe. We may never encounter it, certainly not within any of our lifetimes, but it’s out there somewhere. The universe is too godd*mn big for us to be the only ones.
Sounds super strange, especially coming from someone like myself – an ex-World of Warcraft gamer. I had kids, got busy with work, wanted out of the suburbs, got some land in the country, and started planting stuff. Years later I have what I call a food forest. I have replaced lawns with fruit trees, bushes, vines, and flowers, all woven together to mimic a natural forest – except everything in it is edible.
It has changed my life completely.
I just think there’s something about being outside in the sun, feet on soil, hands in dirt, planting sh*t. Watching it grow in the background of your life. Going out and checking on it and watching how much bigger it is getting. Watching life find it, and now you get to live WITH the natural world, not isolated from it.
Birds making nests in your trees, frogs making home in your ponds, seeing bees all around your flowers, butterflies everywhere. Rabbits and squirrels move in, and then owls move in to eat them. It’s this wonderful trophic cascade that you started, and it’s incredibly rewarding.
Plus, being able to just walk outside and get a chemical-free nutrient-rich dinner is amazing. You can see my food forest in my post history if anyone is interested in seeing what I’m doing.
I actually think a big reason depression is such a big thing these days is because we have all become so disconnected from the life that we evolved in for the last 6 million years. We evolved walking around savannahs and forests, pulling food off bushes and trees, out in the sun, feet in the soil, hands in the dirt. We couldn’t be further from that, living inside our isolated homes, cars and offices. It’s no wonder we’re all so depressed.
I believe that your state of mind (vibe, energy, whatever you want to call it) when preparing food will reflect in the food itself. If you’re stressed to h*ll and make dinner, no matter how well-cooked or presentable the food is, there’s gonna be bad juju in it and it’ll just taste…different.
Most company CEOs don’t really know what they’re doing. Whether their business thrives or fails has more to do with luck than anything else. There are exceptions, but most of them have a completely warped sense of their own “brilliance”.
I watched Flight 93 go down. I would never share that in real life because it’s grim and no one would believe you (the geography of the reports is off ). I saw it clear as day from Kent State’s main campus (Ohio). I didn’t know what I was seeing other than I remember thinking “That plane is way way too low (we had an aviation college so planes were common) and too big and it’s j*rking around like how a toddler drives a power wheels truck….”. Continued on to class. You don’t wanna be late even at a liberal college.
I’m really, really f*cking lucky. But like in a subtle way like if there’s a 95% chance I’ll get hurt doing something stupid, I’ll come out unscathed. Sometimes I think there’s a guardian angel watching over me making sure I don’t kill myself by being an idiot.
If I’m stuck in traffic and switch lanes because the other lane looks like it will move faster, the lane I just switched from will automatically go faster.
Back when I was 10 there was a competition for school kids to write a treatment for an episode of Doctor Who, with the best one being developed into a full episode in the next series and the winner receiving a writing credit. I was a huge fan of DW at the time and the competition was actually run through schools, so my teacher made the entire class do it, but I was very excited.
I began writing a story about the Doctor landing on a planet full of defective cybermen, whose programming had gone awry and had been left on this asylum planet to rot. The Doctor lands there in response to a mysterious distress call from a woman and attempts to find and save her while avoiding the dangerous dysfunctional cybermen and the looming threat of planetary destruction at the hands of the normal cybermen. I finished my short treatment and gave it to my teacher to submit. Unfortunately, it turned out the competition was very strict about the formatting of submissions and mine was returned because I had used the wrong formatting in some way, it seemed like a weird reason. I was a bit disappointed and that was the end of that.
But then, a year or two later, there was an episode of DW called Asylum of the Daleks, which seemed incredibly similar to my story except with Daleks. So incredibly, eerily, similar in fact, that to this day I am absolutely convinced that Steven Moffat saw my script and came up with a formatting excuse so that he could remove me from the competition, steal my story, change the bad guys and claim it as his own. I have zero evidence, I don’t even still have the treatment I wrote or any letter from the BBC about my submission, and yet I know in my bones that Steven Moffat stole his script from 10-year-old me.
Not everyone is meant to raise a child. Just because you can biologically create a child or financially support one does not mean you are meant to raise one.
Sugar is really, really, really the worst source of problems in our chronic health crisis. And liquid sugar doubly so.
Stop drinking that soda, people. It is making you profoundly sick. The same with fruit juices, they are not much better than soda, tons of liquid sugar.
Cut your sugar consumption to a quarter, your body will thank you. You do not even have to abstain totally, eat some pie on your kid’s birthday, that is OK.
But stop the casual everyday consumption. You will quickly become leaner and the threat of having diabetes mellitus 2nd type in the future will likely go away.
Sugar, or better said fructose, which forms half of the table sugar, acts as a chronic poison – if you keep eating it in large quantities. We are not built to consume a lot of sugar.
I know that love is never “easy”. Being with anyone for any extended period of time is hard and takes work from both partners. It doesn’t matter how well you get along, if things are “easy”, someone is probably not speaking up about something.
That people are meant to live communally. We come from tribal societies. Everyone today is trying to fill a void and find where they belong. I believe this is because everyone subscribes to these intangible ideological tribes, but what they are actually looking for is the family-like support network that our ancestors had.
Individualism is killing many of us. The American family splits up so easily. People are so much stronger and happier together, especially when they belong to a small collective community where people are trying to better the community and not just themselves.
The rich and powerful love golf because the hundreds of yards of a course are perfect to discuss and arrange secret deals out in the open without arousing suspicion or anyone nearby to eavesdrop.
That my ex was cheating on me for probably two years with her current SO. No proof at all other than suspicion, and logic.
Two points really stick out in my mind.
We started dating in a poly relationship that became monogamous after a few months. We were dating for 3-4 years before I introduced her to the other guy because he was an acquaintance from about a decade previous. Right after they met, she suddenly wanted to talk about becoming poly again. I didn’t put that together until over a year after I’d broken up with her.
The second part is that I heard through the grapevine they got engaged exactly a year to the day after I called it off meaning that say I called it off on the 15th of whatever month, they got engaged on the 16th of the following year. Maybe it’s just me being neurotic, but I would tend to think getting engaged on that date is significant like an anniversary. That would mean they started their relationship literally the day after I called it off. I mean, if that isn’t suspicious, I don’t know what is.
I believe that certain people are just luckier than others. For instance, my brother can and will always find a parking spot right in front of the restaurant no matter how packed it is.
The coffee shop on the corner of my old apartment was a front for some mafia.
At any time of the day there were 3-4 older guys (I think Greek but not sure) hanging out in front, would occasionally see someone pull up with a bag and be greeted by all the guys before entering the shop, the shop only had regular coffee, coolatta-like coffee from a machine and boxed pastries that looked as if they got it from the supermarket and once I got a peek of the back room and there were only tables and chairs set up “meeting” style.
It was such a bare-bones store and no one except those guys and their friends would ever walk in. There was no way it made enough money on its own as a coffee shop to stay open.
That our phones/devices are listening to us, even if they say they’re not. My wife and I can be talking about something, and seconds later we’re seeing ads for those exact things online. This isn’t something that’s happened once and could have just been a coincidence, it happens regularly.
All professional sports are rigged. Maybe not every game, but most definitely the playoffs/finals.
Whenever the NBA finals go on, they seem to almost always go to game 7. So more TV time, more ads, more money. And every single sports commentator says, “It’s like team A isn’t even trying.” (2016 Finals: Golden State and Cavaliers)
Boxing is notoriously rigged and even the best fighters are protected by hugging it out for multiple rounds.
MLB is rife with cheating (Astros, steroids, HGH) and skirting of the rules of what qualifies as cheating (also Astros). There are also numerous times the umpires call obvious ball strikes and vice versa, and MLB is hesitant to put in a replay policy to keep up the illusion of fairness.
The NFL has had similar issues with referees (see L.A. Rams and New Orleans Saints pass interference no-call) “accidentally” not seeing a penalty, the Patriots had the Deflate-gate and let Tom Brady take the fall, there was even a “hit list” put out by I believe the New Orleans Saints a few years ago in an attempt to purposefully injure opponents.
FIFA is an incredibly corrupt organization. And many football/soccer players intentionally dive to create false red cards.
The NHL has attempted to cut down on all the fighting on the ice…which is literally the best part.
At the end of the day, if you were being paid hundreds of millions of dollars to play a game, and your coach or an executive came and asked you to have an “off game” and you still get paid the same, maybe even more…wouldn’t you do it? I would. And if the only reason not to is “fairness” or for the “love of the game”, then there will be someone else who doesn’t share that sentiment.
That the universe is an interactive matrix and that those signs are real.
I don’t know if it’s that
signs are real ‘clues’ from the universe to help guide you.
or
2) We generate the signs when we are thinking deeply about a topic.
In other words, I’m not sure what comes first, the sign, or the thought, — which generates which. This I’ll never know, I’ve wondered my whole life.
But I am 100% certain, without any scientific proof, that signs are real. I use them, they work, they have stopped me from making thousands of bad decisions, and helped me make 1000 good ones. I’ve ignored them to my detriment. I’ve missed them, at times, after realizing in hindsight. They’ve driven me mad, they’ve helped me find myself. I’ve studied how to read them, how to use them, and how to have a relationship with them, for almost 25 years now. Signs are real. Something is going on. In this simplest version, it’s the simulation theory supported by Elon Musk et al., and your subconscious is generating your reality, thus, things you think deeply about, things your subconscious wants or knows, generate and manifest in your dream-reality.
Again, this is HOW I LIVE. I’m 100% certain it’s true. I follow a life philosophy that has guided me this way, and I’m a normal, functional, adult human with a wife and two kids who live in the suburbs and again, I’m all in on this. I’m also not alone, and the literature I’ve found that speaks to me has helped me create a working relationship with the signs.
People with lower IQs are happier because they aren’t constantly overthinking, looking for self-transcendence, analyzing everything around them, and expecting too much of themselves.
This is gonna sound crazy but when I was a kid I killed an ant and it came back to life.
I saw it crawling and crushed it as hard as I could with my foot. Like I really was trying to crush any life out of it. Also scraped my shoe along the floor for extra measure. I then saw it all mangled looking on the floor. Like it MUST have been dead.
I then started feeling really really bad about it. Like it was just an innocent little ant crawling around minding its own business. What did I need to kill it for? I was a really sensitive little kid. I felt so bad I started crying.
And it came back to life. I watched as it un-mangled itself and started crawling around again.
No one believed me obviously. If anyone has a scientific explanation for this would love to hear it.
That cancer has been cured. Big pharma businesses make billions selling treatments that kind of work and force you to keep going back. A one-time cure would destroy these companies. I have no doubt that they have and will continue to make every effort possible to suppress or destroy any cure.
She lies that she has seizures, and while I can’t prove it, I know it’s a lie because she’ll drive the same day that she claims to have a seizure.
Any time you mention any medical condition, she has it and it’s worse than your case.
She has mentioned having toxic shock syndrome, colitis, and a bunch of other things I can’t recall at the moment. One day we were talking about Autism, and she mentioned that her 22 y.o. daughter (who also happens to work with us) was diagnosed as a child. A few days later the daughter casually mentioned that she had found out just recently that she’s Autistic. I wanted to tell her that she only JUST found out because her mom just recently made that sh*t up.
Our dog knew my wife was pregnant before she did. Normally she was a sweet and lazy lovable dumb*ss who would hang out with whoever wasn’t moving. (The dog, not the wife) Then one day, she decided she wasn’t going to leave my wife’s side. She wasn’t aggressive, but she wasn’t going anywhere either. Followed her everywhere for a few weeks, then the spousal unit started getting sick, and went to the doctor, and the doctor said “Let’s check the obvious”…
And now I have an eight-year-old daughter, and that dog is her constant companion.
The bosses at my job get bonuses at the end of the year for keeping costs down, and that’s why we are often short of supplies and staff. We have a program where you can refer someone to apply and if they get hired you both get a bonus. This has happened twice in 6 years. About 10 times in 6 years people who were referred will call about when to come in and apply and be told we are fully staffed when we are down at least 3 people.
I don’t know why but there have been a few things I knew for a fact were going to happen. I knew I would meet my husband in my freshman year of college. So I never bothered to date anyone in high school. I knew I would have only sons. So I told my husband not to have his heart set on a girl. There are a few other things but I don’t want to sound crazy. I don’t call it psychic because it isn’t like a feeling or anything I can control. It was just an undeniable fact that I knew immediately the second I thought about the topic. Like knowing 2+2=4. All those things I knew would happen did. Even the Grimm ones. My husband didn’t believe me at first until I told him a couple of them and they came true.
I was 19, getting ready to go to a movie with my ex when our friend texted us, “You were good friends. I love you.”
I flipped. We went to his house and he wasn’t home; we called his phone and he didn’t answer. We met up with some other friends, split up and drove all over town, called him over the course of a couple of hours. He’s a wilderness guy. He could have been anywhere. (Looking back, I probably could have called the police but I didn’t think about it.) He finally picked up when someone called him one more time. They asked where he was and he said, “R knows where I am.”
And suddenly, I did. I knew where he was. I drove 80 back to a park across town that we’d already checked, and he was sitting on a picnic table in the dark with his dad’s handgun, crying. He said he knew I’d find him because he was begging for me to.
He slept on our couch, and we slept on the floor next to him. The next day he gave the gun back to his dad, who surprised us all and got him help immediately.
He’s in a much better place in life now. He’s a good dude.
But I swear on anything, when he said I’d know, I suddenly saw him with crystal clarity, at that park. I knew what table; I didn’t even have to look. I went straight to it. Nothing about it was even special, it was just where he ended up.
I don’t know what I “Believe,” but I do know he told me where to find him.
Wheat in America is poisoned on purpose. I know at least 3 people who are “gluten intolerant”, not celiac, but get f*cked up when they eat bread. Each went to Europe (different trips) and ate all the bread and meat and dairy and had no problems, felt great, and one person’s skin cleared up. they came back to the States and within 24 hours were sick again.
That my dad might be alive. He supposedly died in 2009. He was a huge paranoid conspiracy theorist to the point where he would bury his money, plant bushes to hide behind in case the government had a shoot-off with him, and at one point thought we all had been replaced by clones. The only people who saw his body were one of my aunts and my grandma who had Alzheimer’s. They told us he was cremated and at the funeral, there was no coffin, no urn, all there was a black and white photo from when he was 10 (he was born in the 50s). I’ve yet to see his urn or death certificate and it’s been 12 years. He had connections to people who could have easily helped him fake his death, he also had the money to do this. People have also supposedly seen him in Indiana (they took a picture and to be honest the guy looks just like him only a bit older, same hunchback, the same tattoo on his leg, and he even walked with the same little limp)
I think that when people are declared “brain dead” they are still aware of what is happening. Kind of like being trapped inside their body. I had a patient today that the doctor diagnosed with minimal brain activity, she just sat there shaking and rolling her eyes back and forth. Every time I walked into the room she would jump back, she knew I was there. I injected her IV with meds and she clearly felt it. Her power of attorney was discussing end-of-life care in front of her and I noticed she was reacting to that, subtly but it was a reaction. I felt horrible for her. End of the shift I was given the doctor’s order to remove her IVs and NG tube and place a NPO sign on her door. The family agreed with the doctor to implement the end of life care. It broke my heart. I somehow had a connection with someone deemed nothing but a shell.
I live out in the wilderness, and I have a large property. We have very few neighbors, and we all know each other very well. I also have a very long driveway. (This comes into play later)
So anyway on this one day my dog, Nonney, got loose and I spent all afternoon looking for her. I drove around and checked literally everywhere within like a couple of square miles. I’d just given up and lost hope, returning to my house all depressed. I went inside and started crying when all of a sudden the doorbell went off.
I open the door, and there is some lady with my dog. She had driven no car or truck. There was none parked in my driveway. I immediately took Nonney inside. I went back to thank the lady not 20 seconds later and she was gone.
My driveway is a half-mile long. She hadn’t had a car, bike, or anything. There is no way she could have RUN that far that fast, let alone WALKED.
Looking back on it, it’s Interesting how I can’t remember the lady’s face despite having a photographic memory. It’s simply like… That chunk of memory is missing. I remember nothing about her or how she looked, sounded, dressed, etc. The only thing I know is that she was there.
Another notable thing is that later having Nonney kept me from either killing myself or simply running away from home (I was prolly 13).
Without a doubt, angels are real. This lady was one of them.
I truly don’t believe time is just a straight line. The action we take and the decision we make is already somewhat predetermined by time.
Some of you may see where I’m going with this, similar to how the series ‘Dark’ portrays time but a little different.
In other words, every choice I make in life is a crossroads to another timeline. For this to work you need to believe that every timeline co-exists and is happening all at the same time.
This is why I believe everything is partially predetermined.
This is what I’ve chosen to believe with or without proof, I guess some would call this faith. Faith and trust that it’s true.
My dog knew I was mentally ill. I know there’s evidence that dogs are much more perceptive than we realise, but this boy was different. He was always there just at the right time. He bonded much more with me than anyone else even though for the majority of the time we had him I was living with my mum and only saw him fortnightly. Maybe it’s just a coincidence, but every time I felt rough he would randomly come up to my room. Even if it wasn’t bedtime, he would come up early just as it would all become a bit too much. I had a problem with alcohol very briefly when I was 17 due to a breakup/friendship loss and it was like he could hear me open then bottle from all the way across the house. He was right there for me as I cried, cuddling up to me and keeping my attention on him. He wasn’t really cuddly with other people. I don’t know I’m rambling now because I miss him, he passed in 2019 from old age, but I cannot be told that he didn’t knowingly save my life. Thank you, Woody. You’re a very good boy.
So, this lady I know told me she could cure my allergies because she said they are psychological and she could do this thing where she pushes down on my arm while asking questions and if your arm goes down it means yes and if not it means no… I was very skeptical but was like, “Okay, sure, try to cure my allergies.” Figured it would be a funny story if nothing else.
So she started doing the thing trying to pinpoint the root of my allergies it took a while but it was strange because I even tried to lie a couple of times and my arm gave me away. Anyway, she’s asking me all these questions and gets to this whole emotional thing about feelings of abandonment and she narrows down the time line to the 2nd trimester before I was born and that all kinds of things in my life, choice of career, relationships, etc. stem from this traumatic event. Now, to be honest, I thought this was the most ridiculous thing ever, but she kept asking questions and my arm kept guiding this questioning until she got down to my twin dying and I couldn’t do anything to help her and I felt like I abandoned her. At this point, I still don’t believe any of this but I’m so overcome with emotion that I literally am on the floor bawling my eyes out. She does this patting my back thing and I start to feel better. The next day I was exhausted but the whole thing was on my mind…
So I called my mom and asked if it was possible I had a twin. At first, she says no but then asks why I’m asking. So I tell her the story…
Long pause, then an explanation. I was born in the 80s before they did ultrasounds early on unless there was a problem. Twins run on both sides of my family. My mom was measuring significantly bigger with me than with my older sister and everyone, doctor included, thought she was having twins. They were planning an ultrasound to confirm when, in the 2nd trimester, suddenly her measurements were normal again. They never ever talked about the possibility that I had a twin after that.
So, there is absolutely no way to prove it, and I am not really sure how I feel about the way I found out, but I am absolutely certain because of the completely illogical emotional reaction I had that I resorbed my twin.
The front desk at my old job was bugged. I swear. I have severe endometriosis and one day I was in so much pain I could barely walk myself to the bathroom at home. I had a 4-9 pm shift that night. I called my (female) boss and begged and pleaded to not go in. Another woman would’ve been at the desk from 2-7, I basically offered to sell my soul if she’d just ask her to stay another two hours. My boss told me to come in or lose my job. I drove there at about 15mph because I was in so much pain I had to keep stopping the car. When I got there I was hunched over like a 90-year-old hobbling to the desk. The woman I was on shift with rolled her eyes and told me to stop being dramatic. When she left at 7 I sat there as the only employee in the whole building and cried and mumbled to myself about how the company didn’t care about their workers. I got a phone call the next morning telling me not to bother coming back because I clearly didn’t like the company or my job. I have worked in various departments for the general company for 9 years. Never had a write-up. Had glowing reviews. Was close with almost everyone there. Boom. Fired for the first and only time in my life and could never use them as a reference despite being with them for almost a decade.
That my last boss was a demon. Like Super Natural, put salt down on the door demon. Temperatures would drop around this guy. The room would noticeably feel different around him. I wasn’t the only person who noticed. Even people close to him would start acting weird… I didn’t work there long.
That dentist has their own cartel/crime ringThink about it, how many people get a second opinion when told they have cavities. I once was told I had two cavities but I didn’t have the cash to get them fixed, a few weeks later I went to see another dentist that I found was cheaper, and he told me I had 3, but in different teeth than the first. So then just for laughs I went to a third as a few weeks later, my parents offered to pay for the work and the third dentist said everything looked good.
I’m fairly certain that there are real witches and wizards in the world. They are more common than one would think. They form relationships with us and subtly either build our lives up making us feel more powerful than we really are or tear our lives apart so we have to rebuild.
I’m not doing my thoughts justice. I’m pretty sure these people exist. I just can’t prove it. I know this is my craziest theory about the world and I should probably be mocked for it.
Your phone/laptop etc. is all recording you 100% of the time in secret, and the data is all being uploaded and stored in various black sites somewhere.
They just have so much data on everyone and no way to sift through it all effectively that it’s just sitting there waiting for the day some AI/program can analyse it all.
If there’s a device with a microphone or camera present, you’re being recorded.
Life is a series of pendulum swings, one side good things happening to you, the other bad. 2020 is a giant pendulum swing of dogsh*t but with determination and patience the pendulum will swing to the other side and good things will start to happen again.
It’s good to note though that not everyone sees the same things as good/positive.
So, whenever I’m going through some sh*t, I just headstrong and wait and work until the pendulum swings back in my favor.
I’m a reincarnated friend of my mother. In my bones, I know this can’t actually be true, but I have distinct memories of playing with my mom as a child (she was also a child) at a house she lived in outside of town. Dreams, probably. But I can describe the scenes so vividly. In the memories, I’m a little blond boy and we’d play in this big field behind my grandparents’ house.
When I told my mom this, she got very quiet and later expressed that she had a friend, a blond boy, who drowned in a pool when he was under 10. My grandmother verified this.
