Maybe I expressed myself wrong, or whatever. It's not the fact that the guy died that was paranormal, it was the fact that I had those thoughts before it happened. I didn't say his death was paranormal, but I insisted on it because, well, it has no importance here, but it shook me hard.
- so.CONTAGIOUS.:
The guitarist dying isn't exactly a paranormal thing. It could've been you telling the future, without realizing it. The mind is a powerful thing. I had somewhat of an experience like that before. My boyfriend had to bring a friend of mine home on a day that I had flute lessons after school, so I was there for awhile. On my way home, coming around a curb, I randomly had the thought: "Dave got into a car accident". Around 9pm that night, Dave got online and told me that he had gotten into a car accident on the way home from dropping my friend off. It freaked me out so bad, and I'm just glad he wasn't hurt.
- Boheme Shit.:
- I'm not a very firm believer in the facts of the paranormal, but I do admit that there are unexplainable things.
One of my few experiences was when I was 7 and dealing with the very first times I was home alone. I had come home from school and was doing my homework, and I kept hearing the chairs from the kitchen moving around on the floor, as if my family were at home and kept pulling them to sit. For a lot of years from then on I couldn't stand silence when I was alone, so I learned to do everything with the TV or the radio on.
The other experience brings me back to a very bad memory. Last summer, just before school ended, I was at my computer working on something, and I had to take a break. I left my head on my back and started thinking, out of the blue, of this local band. For some reason, I was questioning myself what would happen if one of them died, or if something happened to one of them. For about 15 minutes my mind wandered in the most ridiculous assumption that one of the bandmembers might die. A few days later, the guitarist of the band had a climbing accident and died after a week in a coma.
It might be one sad coincidence, but, for sure, I was upset. The guy was only 17, and he had the most amazing love of life, and he was talented and funny and nice. RIP.
March 12th, 2008 at 09:32am