Something i cannot explain-offshoot from Ouija Board Thread
Discussion
I feel Ihave had my fair share of coincidences
Examples
On hoilday in Bannockburn.. woman who worked in the shop Her daughter worked in a store in our home town
In San Francisco north of the bridge, ( those who have been there will recall that hill up to a car park) walking back up the hill, and getting knackered, thumbed a lift. SUV stops, two girls in it, and start chatting as we are going up.. The non drivers Nan lives in the same town as my son, not only that but in the same street
Two weeks ago in Lisbon. Standing in the queue for the 28 tram, English couple in front. no chat between us ,until the tuk tuk bike driver asks us if we are together, No i said, to which the gut replied, where are you from?
London says I
.
Him Me as well, i'm from Tottenham
Small world, i came from Edmonton ( next neighbourhood to the north). Passed the time chewin the sat
Then that night in the Airport, chap in front stops dead and i nearly trip over his case
This followed
Me You should have brake lights on that ( completely forgetting i do not speak Portuguese, and expecting him not to understand)
Him Sorry,..... you speak good English
M Well i do have a head start...( he laughs)
H i am going home to Senagal, I work in London ( now what a chap is doing in Lisbon going home to Senagal from London i have no idea)
M Wherabouts?
H Stamford Hill ( this is the next location south of Tottenham)
M Is Grodzinskis still there? They do great salt beef sandwiches. I will he said and we go our separate ways
And a few weeks ago being asked to trace an ex wife also from Ireland
Now This
in the late 60s,, a mate i have known for the best part of 70yrs ( we met in1st year junior school) nearly got married to a girl. Met on holiday in Ireland no hanky panky whatsoever Couple of months later her mother sent a letter saying the priest had been arranged etc. for them to get wed!!!!!!!
His parents went into meltdown expecting that they would soon be grandparents, took him ages to convince them otherwise and all went quiet. Next year back to Ireland for another holiday and decided to pay a visit to her house, Parents got on well with him, love rekindled, and it was agreed that she came over here,get a job and for them to get to know each other better. She stayed with his mate and his wife. Whatever the reasons it went tits up. she went back to Ireland, and he was near a breakdown, he wrote several letters asking for a second go but no reply.
Life got back to normal got married a few years later now has two two wonderful grandkids.
That's the back story
Then i get a phone call last week from him with this, Gobsmacked doesn't cover it
Late Feb this year, he decided to get all his slides and pics out so he can give the grandkids what life was like for him,( I thought that was a great idea ,as i too, regret not chatting to my Grandparents and Dad more to find out about WW1,and his life back then.)
He hadn't seen these slides for best part of 30 years since he moved house, and picked up the next box to list and noticed it was the Irish trip of 68. lots of scenics, and the lads having fun, when the next one was one of this girl.
And this is where the story really starts
He said that as he put it inn the viewer and focused it, he felt he had been hit in the stomach by Tyson Fury. Memories came flooding back, and what might have been, but he got this urge ( i asked him if he heard voices..lol, and he went very quiet.) 'Don' take the mick, this is something that is a bit more than a long lost love. I have to get in touch with her'.
'Oh How? not seen or heard for 55 years and suddenly yo go gooey eyed.'... I could feel that if i carried on extracting it our frienship would be over!
so i listened
He said that sort of like someone in the back of his head was whispering
He still has got this nagging urge , and decided to try and trace her. 55yrs and possibly married is thre best cold case i have heard of and he asked what i would have done.
I told him
'Start where you finished..where she lived', Exactly, he said, and told me there is a free side for old Irish Newspapers,so he found the local rag and typed in her name, and he got three hits..The last was a truncated notice of the death of on Feb 23 of said person. But it looked like that he needed to susbscribe for the full service. Shelled out 29.00 for a moths sub.Turns out it was her mother who has died.
He said that when he read the part notice Tyson Fury paid another visit!
He has gone full heir hunters since then, the mother was still at the address 55yrs ago, so he did hit the bull first time
He said that the funeral must have been at the time he was looking at her picture
He now wants to contact her,and is thinking of sending a letter via the Funeral Directors to pass on.
He is not going to tell her how or why he is getting in touch,, in case she gets spooked, but just recalled her and wondered how she is? he is giving her his email address and see how it goes.
Since he told me all this he is a little bit more settled, but hasn't told his wife yet.
Now i have no reason to disbelieve this story, he isn't the type for wind ups and this one is too elaborate for him
But his experience has got me beat. He is getting convinced that it was her mother sending him something to get in touch. He wants to just to satisfy his own mind. Was it really a voice from the grave, or just a bit of dormant telepathy awaking.. I haven't a clue
He is writing to the undertakers later this week for them to pass on a sympathy card
The only thing i would suggest is to use a 'throwaway' email address just in case.it goes south over there. If all ok then he could give his proper one
Any serious suggestions and thoughts?
Examples
On hoilday in Bannockburn.. woman who worked in the shop Her daughter worked in a store in our home town
In San Francisco north of the bridge, ( those who have been there will recall that hill up to a car park) walking back up the hill, and getting knackered, thumbed a lift. SUV stops, two girls in it, and start chatting as we are going up.. The non drivers Nan lives in the same town as my son, not only that but in the same street
Two weeks ago in Lisbon. Standing in the queue for the 28 tram, English couple in front. no chat between us ,until the tuk tuk bike driver asks us if we are together, No i said, to which the gut replied, where are you from?
London says I
.
Him Me as well, i'm from Tottenham
Small world, i came from Edmonton ( next neighbourhood to the north). Passed the time chewin the sat
Then that night in the Airport, chap in front stops dead and i nearly trip over his case
This followed
Me You should have brake lights on that ( completely forgetting i do not speak Portuguese, and expecting him not to understand)
Him Sorry,..... you speak good English
M Well i do have a head start...( he laughs)
H i am going home to Senagal, I work in London ( now what a chap is doing in Lisbon going home to Senagal from London i have no idea)
M Wherabouts?
H Stamford Hill ( this is the next location south of Tottenham)
M Is Grodzinskis still there? They do great salt beef sandwiches. I will he said and we go our separate ways
And a few weeks ago being asked to trace an ex wife also from Ireland
Now This
in the late 60s,, a mate i have known for the best part of 70yrs ( we met in1st year junior school) nearly got married to a girl. Met on holiday in Ireland no hanky panky whatsoever Couple of months later her mother sent a letter saying the priest had been arranged etc. for them to get wed!!!!!!!
His parents went into meltdown expecting that they would soon be grandparents, took him ages to convince them otherwise and all went quiet. Next year back to Ireland for another holiday and decided to pay a visit to her house, Parents got on well with him, love rekindled, and it was agreed that she came over here,get a job and for them to get to know each other better. She stayed with his mate and his wife. Whatever the reasons it went tits up. she went back to Ireland, and he was near a breakdown, he wrote several letters asking for a second go but no reply.
Life got back to normal got married a few years later now has two two wonderful grandkids.
That's the back story
Then i get a phone call last week from him with this, Gobsmacked doesn't cover it
Late Feb this year, he decided to get all his slides and pics out so he can give the grandkids what life was like for him,( I thought that was a great idea ,as i too, regret not chatting to my Grandparents and Dad more to find out about WW1,and his life back then.)
He hadn't seen these slides for best part of 30 years since he moved house, and picked up the next box to list and noticed it was the Irish trip of 68. lots of scenics, and the lads having fun, when the next one was one of this girl.
And this is where the story really starts
He said that as he put it inn the viewer and focused it, he felt he had been hit in the stomach by Tyson Fury. Memories came flooding back, and what might have been, but he got this urge ( i asked him if he heard voices..lol, and he went very quiet.) 'Don' take the mick, this is something that is a bit more than a long lost love. I have to get in touch with her'.
'Oh How? not seen or heard for 55 years and suddenly yo go gooey eyed.'... I could feel that if i carried on extracting it our frienship would be over!
so i listened
He said that sort of like someone in the back of his head was whispering
He still has got this nagging urge , and decided to try and trace her. 55yrs and possibly married is thre best cold case i have heard of and he asked what i would have done.
I told him
'Start where you finished..where she lived', Exactly, he said, and told me there is a free side for old Irish Newspapers,so he found the local rag and typed in her name, and he got three hits..The last was a truncated notice of the death of on Feb 23 of said person. But it looked like that he needed to susbscribe for the full service. Shelled out 29.00 for a moths sub.Turns out it was her mother who has died.
He said that when he read the part notice Tyson Fury paid another visit!
He has gone full heir hunters since then, the mother was still at the address 55yrs ago, so he did hit the bull first time
He said that the funeral must have been at the time he was looking at her picture
He now wants to contact her,and is thinking of sending a letter via the Funeral Directors to pass on.
He is not going to tell her how or why he is getting in touch,, in case she gets spooked, but just recalled her and wondered how she is? he is giving her his email address and see how it goes.
Since he told me all this he is a little bit more settled, but hasn't told his wife yet.
Now i have no reason to disbelieve this story, he isn't the type for wind ups and this one is too elaborate for him
But his experience has got me beat. He is getting convinced that it was her mother sending him something to get in touch. He wants to just to satisfy his own mind. Was it really a voice from the grave, or just a bit of dormant telepathy awaking.. I haven't a clue
He is writing to the undertakers later this week for them to pass on a sympathy card
The only thing i would suggest is to use a 'throwaway' email address just in case.it goes south over there. If all ok then he could give his proper one
Any serious suggestions and thoughts?
Edited by silverfoxcc on Monday 20th March 22:49
Some people want to believe, therefore they spot coincidences and strange happenings. I don't see anything strange in the stories you've listed. You could go to anywhere in the world and bump into someone who knows somebody from your area.
As for the whispering mother, well it's only going to make sense if it all works out for him. If he gets in touch and she's married and doesn't want him contacting her, well the ghost whispering won't make sense. Unless she was saying "I'm dead now, but that doesn't mean you can put your grubby mitts on my daughter".
As for the whispering mother, well it's only going to make sense if it all works out for him. If he gets in touch and she's married and doesn't want him contacting her, well the ghost whispering won't make sense. Unless she was saying "I'm dead now, but that doesn't mean you can put your grubby mitts on my daughter".
silverfoxcc said:
He is getting convinced that it was her mother sending him something to get in touch.
I've posted this previously but similar to this was my friend who on his wedding day to his first wife (to whom he should have never got married to), noticed that his late Father's Omega watch had stopped working. Bugged him all day and spent most of it trying to coax it into working (was an older wind-up watch). Later that evening, not only had it started working again it was telling the right time - and it hadn't reached the time in the morning when my friend had noticed it not working). Marriage lasted two years.My best mate died when he was 17. I was about 30 miles away at the time but at the precise moment he died, I felt an enormous pain in my left chest.
One cannot rule out coincidence. But nor can we rule out the theory that there exists a connectivity or energy or something that science has yet to work out.
I think we're hardwired to find meaning where none exists. It's a coping mechanism thanks to our big brains. But it can misfire.
We look for and create explanations where none are needed. Some are more prone than others to belief in a higher purpose but their faith doesn't make it true.
I often joke my wife is like a celebrity. We've rarely travelled without her bumping into at least one person she knows without any planning no matter what part of the world. Rather than fate the truer explanation is that she just has a lot of friends and statistically she's probably never too far from at least one of them. I'm an antisocial bugger and it even happens to me. But it would be easy to think it's more than just coincidence.
We look for and create explanations where none are needed. Some are more prone than others to belief in a higher purpose but their faith doesn't make it true.
I often joke my wife is like a celebrity. We've rarely travelled without her bumping into at least one person she knows without any planning no matter what part of the world. Rather than fate the truer explanation is that she just has a lot of friends and statistically she's probably never too far from at least one of them. I'm an antisocial bugger and it even happens to me. But it would be easy to think it's more than just coincidence.
silverfoxcc said:
I feel Ihave had my fair share of coincidences
Any serious suggestions and thoughts?
Surely this is just a bit of ‘first love’ syndrome? Sees a picture of a girl he hasn’t seen for years which then reminds him of how he felt at the time, then you get an urge to re-create that and your brain starts working overtime about what might have been.Any serious suggestions and thoughts?
Edited by silverfoxcc on Monday 20th March 22:49
Pretty normal response, just that not many would take it any further and just let it go.
Happens lots.
I know a work colleague who ran into another work colleague on a beech in the south of France and spoke to another one only yesterday who checked out of a hotel in France on Friday and found out another colleague stayed in the same hotel over the weekend (holiday nothing business related so totally independently booked).
When I was a kid we went to Florida and were sitting in a lounge at Bangor Airport in Maine when my dad recognised a voice coming from the row of seats behind him.
Turned around and it was his boss.
I know a work colleague who ran into another work colleague on a beech in the south of France and spoke to another one only yesterday who checked out of a hotel in France on Friday and found out another colleague stayed in the same hotel over the weekend (holiday nothing business related so totally independently booked).
When I was a kid we went to Florida and were sitting in a lounge at Bangor Airport in Maine when my dad recognised a voice coming from the row of seats behind him.
Turned around and it was his boss.
I always post this on this type of thread...
It was back in 1981. My best friend and I decided to jack in our jobs and head down to Australia through Africa, India, Nepal and East Asia.
We first flew to Cairo. Our plane was delayed and we found ourselves wandering the city centre, after midnight, knocking on hostel doors trying to find a place to sleep for the night. Eventually, we discovered a small hotel. The owner told us that he had a three bed room with two free beds. We could have it if the present occupant agreed to share. He popped upstairs to talk to the chap and returned to tell us that we could share the room.
The chap who was already in the room turned out to be an American who was just travelling the World by himself. A really good bloke, we spent a couple of days in his company and then moved on.
Nine months later, my friend and I had reached India. We'd travelled by train from Bangalore up to Delhi and were wandering up the Pahar Gunj searching for a place to stay. Everywhere seemed to be full. Except one small guest house. The owner told us that he had a room. But we would have to share with the present occupier. We agreed and we were led up to the room.
Where we found sitting on one of the beds our American friend from Cairo.
It was back in 1981. My best friend and I decided to jack in our jobs and head down to Australia through Africa, India, Nepal and East Asia.
We first flew to Cairo. Our plane was delayed and we found ourselves wandering the city centre, after midnight, knocking on hostel doors trying to find a place to sleep for the night. Eventually, we discovered a small hotel. The owner told us that he had a three bed room with two free beds. We could have it if the present occupant agreed to share. He popped upstairs to talk to the chap and returned to tell us that we could share the room.
The chap who was already in the room turned out to be an American who was just travelling the World by himself. A really good bloke, we spent a couple of days in his company and then moved on.
Nine months later, my friend and I had reached India. We'd travelled by train from Bangalore up to Delhi and were wandering up the Pahar Gunj searching for a place to stay. Everywhere seemed to be full. Except one small guest house. The owner told us that he had a room. But we would have to share with the present occupier. We agreed and we were led up to the room.
Where we found sitting on one of the beds our American friend from Cairo.
Guy at work in his early 60's, divorced twice, first marriage was around 30 years ago to an Italian, it lasted 18m, most recent divorce which is just being finalised after many years of feet dragging by her.
His most recent ex has got with a nice Italian guy, colleague and him were chatting a couple of years back, colleague was asking where in Italy he is from "oh just some small obscure place you wouldn't have heard of", turns out that this small obscure place my colleague wouldn't have heard of, is where his first wife was from, turns out that the boyfriends parents attended my colleagues first wedding!
His most recent ex has got with a nice Italian guy, colleague and him were chatting a couple of years back, colleague was asking where in Italy he is from "oh just some small obscure place you wouldn't have heard of", turns out that this small obscure place my colleague wouldn't have heard of, is where his first wife was from, turns out that the boyfriends parents attended my colleagues first wedding!
This reminds me of how my girlfriend and I started our lives afresh together after our relationship had got stale.
We'd been together for years and whist our relationship like most had started off with lots of joy and excitement - it was now, very much like a worn out record.
One night whilst we were lay in bed, her asleep snoring as usual, I picked up the paper and in the dating column I read the description of a women that I thought sounded like the woman of my dreams.
She liked the same cocktails as me, similar experiences like getting caught in rain and her sexual interests were completeley aligned with mine.
Apparently, she was with some old fart and was tired of her relationship, She was looking for a fella in a similar position to escape with together.
I looked at my girlfriend there - and whiltst if felt kind of mean, I thought - you only live once.
So I did the deed and contacted the mystery advertiser, telling her about myself. I was hoping she wasn't one of these into health foods and was more likely to enjoy the odd drink and the high life.
Cutting a long story short - we arranged to meet at an Irish bar as I knew that I was safe in there from the girlfriend seeing me, she'd never go somewhere like that.
I had high hopes of this mystery lady but you'd never guess who walks in - my girlfriend.
It turns out she'd written the ad and we never knew we liked such similar things.
We'd been together for years and whist our relationship like most had started off with lots of joy and excitement - it was now, very much like a worn out record.
One night whilst we were lay in bed, her asleep snoring as usual, I picked up the paper and in the dating column I read the description of a women that I thought sounded like the woman of my dreams.
She liked the same cocktails as me, similar experiences like getting caught in rain and her sexual interests were completeley aligned with mine.
Apparently, she was with some old fart and was tired of her relationship, She was looking for a fella in a similar position to escape with together.
I looked at my girlfriend there - and whiltst if felt kind of mean, I thought - you only live once.
So I did the deed and contacted the mystery advertiser, telling her about myself. I was hoping she wasn't one of these into health foods and was more likely to enjoy the odd drink and the high life.
Cutting a long story short - we arranged to meet at an Irish bar as I knew that I was safe in there from the girlfriend seeing me, she'd never go somewhere like that.
I had high hopes of this mystery lady but you'd never guess who walks in - my girlfriend.
It turns out she'd written the ad and we never knew we liked such similar things.
b
hstewie said:
hstewie said: Happens lots.
I know a work colleague who ran into another work colleague on a beech in the south of France and spoke to another one only yesterday who checked out of a hotel in France on Friday and found out another colleague stayed in the same hotel over the weekend (holiday nothing business related so totally independently booked).
When I was a kid we went to Florida and were sitting in a lounge at Bangor Airport in Maine when my dad recognised a voice coming from the row of seats behind him.
Turned around and it was his boss.
Yeah, happens all the time. I bumped into one of my neighbours and his family in a beach car park near Bordeaux a couple of years ago. The following year I was in Puglia and my wife bumped into the jeweler from whom she had bought load of charms for her bracelet.I know a work colleague who ran into another work colleague on a beech in the south of France and spoke to another one only yesterday who checked out of a hotel in France on Friday and found out another colleague stayed in the same hotel over the weekend (holiday nothing business related so totally independently booked).
When I was a kid we went to Florida and were sitting in a lounge at Bangor Airport in Maine when my dad recognised a voice coming from the row of seats behind him.
Turned around and it was his boss.
cheesejunkie said:
I think we're hardwired to find meaning where none exists. It's a coping mechanism thanks to our big brains. But it can misfire.
To a degree, this is true. But equally there are examples where there is need to consider the why and how. My mother and aunt (her sister) have lived 250 miles from one another for the past 70 years. Throughout their lives, they will often be reading the same book and be on the same page at the same time. Knitting the same pattern and be at the same point... all without having revealed their intentions previously. When the other isn't well, the other one knows without anyone telling them.
Has a song you've not heard in ages ever come into your head and then later that day you hear it on the radio or in a shop or on TV?
We can't discount coincidence but coincidence likelihood reduces with level of occurrence to a point where something becomes normal. It's the inability to explain the normal that creates an environment for conjecture that can fester until such time as scientific reason is provided.
Strangest one for me was when I was in primary school - we went away with the touring caravan over the summer as usual and headed into the depths of France and in the arse end of nowhere (it wasn’t a touristy area IIRC) at some little local supermarket we came around the aisle and there was a girl from my class and all her family - very very odd coincidence!
I have messaged friends before who I’ve not spoken to in ages (sometimes years) and just admitted that I didn’t have anything to say but just had the urge/need to message them and often this connects to them being grateful as they’re invariable “going through” something, but I truly believe that’s them reading something into nothing.
I have messaged friends before who I’ve not spoken to in ages (sometimes years) and just admitted that I didn’t have anything to say but just had the urge/need to message them and often this connects to them being grateful as they’re invariable “going through” something, but I truly believe that’s them reading something into nothing.
Pistom said:
This reminds me of how my girlfriend and I started our lives afresh together after our relationship had got stale.
We'd been together for years and whist our relationship like most had started off with lots of joy and excitement - it was now, very much like a worn out record.
One night whilst we were lay in bed, her asleep snoring as usual, I picked up the paper and in the dating column I read the description of a women that I thought sounded like the woman of my dreams.
She liked the same cocktails as me, similar experiences like getting caught in rain and her sexual interests were completeley aligned with mine.
Apparently, she was with some old fart and was tired of her relationship, She was looking for a fella in a similar position to escape with together.
I looked at my girlfriend there - and whiltst if felt kind of mean, I thought - you only live once.
So I did the deed and contacted the mystery advertiser, telling her about myself. I was hoping she wasn't one of these into health foods and was more likely to enjoy the odd drink and the high life.
Cutting a long story short - we arranged to meet at an Irish bar as I knew that I was safe in there from the girlfriend seeing me, she'd never go somewhere like that.
I had high hopes of this mystery lady but you'd never guess who walks in - my girlfriend.
It turns out she'd written the ad and we never knew we liked such similar things.
Someone should write a song about that.We'd been together for years and whist our relationship like most had started off with lots of joy and excitement - it was now, very much like a worn out record.
One night whilst we were lay in bed, her asleep snoring as usual, I picked up the paper and in the dating column I read the description of a women that I thought sounded like the woman of my dreams.
She liked the same cocktails as me, similar experiences like getting caught in rain and her sexual interests were completeley aligned with mine.
Apparently, she was with some old fart and was tired of her relationship, She was looking for a fella in a similar position to escape with together.
I looked at my girlfriend there - and whiltst if felt kind of mean, I thought - you only live once.
So I did the deed and contacted the mystery advertiser, telling her about myself. I was hoping she wasn't one of these into health foods and was more likely to enjoy the odd drink and the high life.
Cutting a long story short - we arranged to meet at an Irish bar as I knew that I was safe in there from the girlfriend seeing me, she'd never go somewhere like that.
I had high hopes of this mystery lady but you'd never guess who walks in - my girlfriend.
It turns out she'd written the ad and we never knew we liked such similar things.
RichTea.
i am tending to side with Stevebee on this.
whilst i have gazed longingly at a picture of the first Mrs Fox.. long divorced ,i didnt get a whack on the head , nor a sudden urge to get in contact doing so, as my mate did.
he is sure that this happened during the funeral , and felt something he cannot explain .as he said, twins are supposed to have it. the family are deeply religious,but he is a bit of a fence sitter on the subject. and up to this occurence chuckled at the people who ''said, God spoke to me.....
It is impossible to say if he would have had the same reaction two weeks earlier or two weeks later, but it happened that day and at that time
Going to keep an eye on him he says the best way to announce his contact, it to say he was doing some research for some chap in the club who isnt on the web, in the free old newspapers on line,and did a sort o f'I wonder if there is anything about her'..type of thing. He intends keeping the real reason close to his chest, just in case it spooks them!!!
i am tending to side with Stevebee on this.
whilst i have gazed longingly at a picture of the first Mrs Fox.. long divorced ,i didnt get a whack on the head , nor a sudden urge to get in contact doing so, as my mate did.
he is sure that this happened during the funeral , and felt something he cannot explain .as he said, twins are supposed to have it. the family are deeply religious,but he is a bit of a fence sitter on the subject. and up to this occurence chuckled at the people who ''said, God spoke to me.....
It is impossible to say if he would have had the same reaction two weeks earlier or two weeks later, but it happened that day and at that time
Going to keep an eye on him he says the best way to announce his contact, it to say he was doing some research for some chap in the club who isnt on the web, in the free old newspapers on line,and did a sort o f'I wonder if there is anything about her'..type of thing. He intends keeping the real reason close to his chest, just in case it spooks them!!!
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