If I post a weird story, will you give me your impression of it..

[skooooo]

Something very strange happened to me one time, and I'm wanting to get some opinions on it. I just want to see if there are any people out there that will post a response if I type it out...?

[kittykatkoffeekup]

1. Ghost

Trade?

[skooooo]

2. Kind of ghost..sure...

...especially if yours is true. I'm typing it up and will post a few minutes.

[kittykatkoffeekup]

6. Ghost

I was in the USN for ten years. My first ship was the USS Constellation, CV-64. It was originally supposed to be the USS Forestall, CV-63. The reason it wasn't the Forestall was because of a massive fire during building, many workers died and the (already) built keel was damaged. The name of the first carrier was set in stone, so the first carrier completed was named Forestall, even though it was the second ship with the same designation.
On the Connie, if you read the tags on the valves in the aft pump rooms (below decks), you'd see "USS Forestall valve # whatever. They never bothered to change the tags at that point in construction.
Anyway, the fire happened in #5 pump room.

Five pump's ladder (this room was below decks, under the waterline) was by the port aft galley line. I'm telling you this so you can possibly confirm what I'm saying. The ladder descended 4 decks to a port-starboard corridor, at the bottom of the ladder you'd be facing forward, #1 shaft alley would be port, #4 shaft alley to starboard, both shaft alley spaces continued forward. Behind you and slightly port was a watertight hatch to 5 pump.

5 pump was well lit. It was also frickin haunted. No one would go there alone. No one would open the hatch without a friend. Many of us descended that ladder to check the main shaft bearings in the alleys. None of use would open the #5 hatch alone.

I never saw a damn thing, but I was always afraid of that hatch.

[skooooo]

7. So what did other people see down there???

You mean you were all just afraid to go down there, even if you hadn't seen anything?

[kittykatkoffeekup]

10. Yep

Just being near it was creepy, I can't tell you why. That's why I gave you a detailed description, maybe someday you'll meet someone who can confirm what I'm saying.

[skooooo]

3. Here's my story...it really happened and still puzzles me greatly

In 1991, I was about 25, and in graduate school at a Big 10 college. I wasn't enjoying my studies so much, so I decided instead of teaching during the summer, I would clean houses. I worked for a small company that would give me addresses to go to and clean - maybe 2 houses a day or so. So I had been doing this for a few months already, when one day I was assigned to go to a small house that had been vacated.

When I arrived at the house, there was a woman there who said she was a social worker, who was taking care of some things in the house. She mentioned that an old woman had been living in the house, but was gone now.

So the social worker went on to doing her job, and I started cleaning the place.

Maybe an hour had passed. I was beginning to vacuum a bedroom in the house, when I started thinking back to something that happened when I was about 14.
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This is the memory: About 1978, my grandmother had moved into a new house, and was getting it in shape to move her stuff in. My sister and I went over to see her. Grandmother was upstairs, working in a bedroom. My sister and I noticed that there was some graffiti on the wall. Some "hippie" drawings and stuff about "peace," and "pot."

My sister and I laughed at it, and mentioned it to my grandmother. My grandmother then said that she had found a plastic bag of some herbs or something in a drawer in the room when she was cleaning earlier.

My sister and I laughed at that too, and started teasing Grandma that that bag was hers and she had been smoking pot!

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So, back in 1991, I was vacuuming the room in the house, and was laughing to myself about that memory - reliving it. After a minute, the social worker came into the bedroom holding a plastic baggie up for me to see. This is what she said to me:

"I found this in the kitchen. Does this look like marijuana to you? Do you think that old woman could have been smoking marijuana?"

I just about went into shock. I have never understood what happened that day and what kind of intersection took place that my thoughts were so close to what happened.

[LibraLiz1973]

4. It's one of those things that just happens from time to time, when you are "plugged in"

to the universe around you.

Sort of like when you start singing a song and it comes on the radio, or you look over at your phone and it rings. Or when you think of someone you haven't talked to in forever and they call.

[skooooo]

5. yeah i guess.

haven't experienced anything like that sense. wonder if i ever will. well it was very strange.

[faithfulcitizen]

8. Maybe it was Grandma saying "hi"?

just a thought.

[skooooo]

9. yeah..lol

Kind of a funny way of saying it, but you'd like to think so! :hi:

[MilesColtrane]

11. That's a classic example of synchronicity.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Synchronicity

This type of thing (in another form) has happened to me, and it is knee buckling. It led me to begin reading the work of Carl Jung, particularly his ideas of synchronicity, the collective unconscious, and the archetypes.


The archetype of the old woman has been activated in your subconscious mind and has been made conscious to you in a very powerful way, by a synchronistic event.

I've never been talked to a shrink about my experience, but I did find some insight in reading Jung's works and these books:

C.G. Jung's Psychology of Religion and Synchronicity -Robert Aziz State University of New York Press 1990
Jung, Synchronicity, and Human Destiny -Ira Progoff Julian Press 1973

[Tuesday Afternoon]

12. Isn't that kind of like being in "a state of grace" ?

neat story.

[MorningGlow]

13. Great story

Could be grandma saying hi, definitely.

I love it when stuff like that happens. Reminds me how unified the universe really is. :hi: