Hi Steven and Kyle,

I started listening to your show and have quickly become a rabid fan. Love your format, and of course love the content. Keep. It. Going. I was recently listening to your podcast and there was a submission from a listener regarding a lucid dream. It reminded me of a dream I have never forgotten and wanted to share with you. Before we begin, know that this dream still haunts me and in a weird way I treasure the memory of it- that's how real it was.... here goes and I hope you enjoy....

My memory of the dream starts with me, a younger man (me, but also not me), walking in this throng of hundreds of other people. We were in this wide "path" in the forest, in the middle of nowhere it seemed, just on this march together. The path was really wide, like hundreds of feet, but was clearly some sort of lane if that makes sense. The grass was wet, and I felt it soaking my ankles and my pant legs. It was also cold, which I remember scared me, and the forest on either side of the lane was extremely dense and dark. The path was straight and looked like it went for miles and miles. My good friends (not in this reality but the reality in the dream) were with me, along with my little brother (also not my brother in this life, but the dream life). Based on the ages of my friends and my brother I guessed we were about 17 years old. I also knew why we were on this march and it was as follows:

- Something had happened on (this) Earth and it was about to get very cold, way too cold to survive outside.

- I was with my friends, I think there were five of us, because something had happened to our parents. They were all deceased.

- My little brother was very sick, and I had promised my parents I would get him to where we were going.

- Where we were going was somewhere these mysterious, but kind beings were leading everyone to.

Only they weren't really leading- they stayed in the dark forest on either side and spoke to us in our thoughts, telling us we must keep going, that there wasn’t much time. I never saw anything but their shadows in the trees walking along with us.

And so, the long march commenced. We were allowed to rest periodically but I recall walking in clear moonlit nights. If we were hungry or thirsty, all we had to do was make our way to the tree-line, and these hands would emerge from the shadows, handing us food and water as trudged forward. They were always very kind, but so careful not to be seen. Other than the growing cold we felt safe. For days this went on, sleeping under the stars for short periods, walking whenever awake, and I remember there was this somber silence over the whole crowd. Not sadness, not fear, but some sort of resignation. During this I had memories of my friends and I joking around now and then but not very gregariously for fear of insulting others for some reason. My brother’s health got progressively worse, but I’m not sure I completely understood what was wrong with him. He was just weakening in a way....

As the walk wore on, the crowd was also growing exponentially, and there was a vision I had where we had crested this hill so you could have a vantage of what lay in front and behind, and there were so many people. We wondered where could they be taking us that would hold all these people? It had started to snow too, and I remember being scared about that, but the snow itself was weird- I'm not sure why. We also began to encounter ice, but it was also weird in that it was forming over everything. Not just pooled water, but also up tree trunks, rock walls, anything that was sitting still it seemed. The beings in the forest kept telling us to keep going as quickly as we could- that this meant time was getting short.

Finally, we noticed that the crowd ahead was stopped; we had arrived. I could see far ahead that the crowd was slowly filing into the mouth of this enormous cavern in the side of a mountain. The thoughts in our head advised we were now in a process of entering as quickly as possible, but it would take time. Our instructions were to stay warm, and to help each other stay alive. We decided to keep ourselves busy, and I recall the feel was like a music festival in between acts- talking and laughing a little. Sitting together in the grass and trying to ignore the snowfall that was starting to pile up.

It seemed like days went by, and my brother had decided to carve the names of our little group into what looked like the large wooden and timber signs you would see at a state or national park (were we led some sort of park?) which was now covered in this thick, strange ice. He was so sick by this point he could barely stand, but he seemed so determined to get all of our names finished and carved on this sign. I remember him finishing and being so happy, but he passed away that night. I remember talking with those friends how that was how he wanted to spend what little energy he had left. The sign itself was right in front of the entrance, and it wasn’t long before it was our turn to enter the cavern.I don’t remember much about my time in the cavern accept these few things:

- We were safe now, but we were going to be in here awhile.

- The place was extremely vast and we were going to have to create a new society in here for the interim.

- Each person/family got their own little apartment in the rock wall to live out their lives.

- The life we lived turned out to be pretty good. It was warm and well lit, and it was obvious these beings worked very hard, for a very long time, to build this place for us.

What I remember most vividly was, somehow my “apartment” was right by the main entrance, and similar to being in the emergency exit of a plane, I had to be trained to understand the exit itself. This was when the beings were the “closest” to me, as they explained what I needed to know. The entrance was basically a large round entryway that was double walled, like an airlock. As I watched the outer door slide shut, then the inner, we watched through the glass in the door as a pink fluid filled up the entire space inside the airlock. They explained to me that the fluid was a type of insulator to keep the cold outside at bay. They went on to explain that we will have no contact with the outside whatsoever, and the only way we will know it’s safe to go out, is when we see that this fluid has drained out of the airlock, and the doors will open on their own. They then said goodbye, and that was the last we heard from the beings.

Like a movie, the dream flashed forward to many years later, and I felt I had lived a good life. I was happy, and healthy, and we had somehow made it work in there. I was speaking to a friend (I guess they were a friend) and we were laughing at something one of us had said, just as in the huge corridor outside my apartment when we heard this strange whooshing sound. We stood there speechless, with people gathering there to investigate the noise, as we watched the pink fluid in the airlock slowly go down, draining into some unseen place in the floor. It took several minutes to empty. I remember my heart beating out of my chest as the inner door began to open. Everyone was shoulder to shoulder pressing behind me- totally silent. Then the outer door slid aside and the air rushed in. No one moved at first, and then the crowds began to press us forward and out the door.

The sun was bright, the sky clear, and everywhere was the sound of running water- the sound of the ice melting, ice cracking apart. I turned and just down the wide lane I caught sight of the old sign, still there somehow, even though the trees were gone. I ran toward the sign as fast as I could, I recall feeling like that was the first time I remembered my brother, now long gone. I think I was middle aged now. I ran so fast, wanting to see the only thing that was left of him, of the long walk; his writing in the ice. I ran around to the front and there they were, all of our names, now melting and running onto the soggy ground. That was when I cried, and that that was when I woke up.

Believe it or not- that was my dream…

Thanks for reading...

Description So for context i,now 26 female, have three younger sisters and grew up in a large colonial style home. Being the two oldest my sister and I both had our bedrooms on the third floor, while my younger two siblings were on the second floor with my parents.The layout of our house was my bedroom being at the top of our staircase ( my sisters being across the hall) than you would go down a flight of stairs and my parents bedroom was located directly to the right. you would have to make a sharp turn around a corner then down a wrap around staircase to the first floor. Growing up i slept walked pretty regularly to the point my parents were used to sleeping with the door cracked in case I came running down the stairs, which happened on enough occasions they had become accustomed to jumping up in the middle of the night to stop me from potentially hurting myself on the way down to the rest of the house to do whatever was calling to me in my sleep walking mindset. This will become relevant later on. When this took place I was probably a sophomore in high school and that particular night my younger sisters , all being close in age, were having a slumber party with friends and sleeping in our finished basement. I had stayed up pretty late reading a book I was interested in and had just decided to put it down and turn my bedside light off. My dog was sleeping at the bottom of my bed and I was just laying there digesting my book when I heard my sister Meredith say "Kayla can i sleep with you" from the foot of my bed. ( its to note my sister and i have always been very close and she has a very distinct voice including a speech impediment which causes her to stretches her s's and z's so you would definitely know it was her speaking) Asking to sleep in my bed wasn't unusual, so i automatically responded yes before taking in my surroundings. When my eyes fully adjusted to the dark I realized I had been zoned out staring at the door to my bedroom but it wasn't opened nor had I heard it open after I turned my light off. That's when my dog started barking at the dark corner of the room I had assumed my sister was standing at, only when I looked over I couldn't see her. I jumped up to turn my light on when she didn't respond to me asking where she had gone. Sure enough nobody was there. I was genuinely freaked out and suddenly felt intensely worried for my sister, i began to run down the stairs to find her, only to be grabbed by my dad on my way to the basement, him assuming I was sleepwalking. I remember having to convince my parents not only was I awake but that I had heard my sister, who we now saw sleeping in the basement exactly where she was supposed to be. Despite my dad not believing me, my mom did and ended up staying up with me until I felt comfortable enough to go back to my room. I know I heard something that sounded just like my sister but wasn't her that night, i was completely awake. I can still remember it to this day and have since wondered if something was trying to lure me in or even have me invite them in with the sound of the person I was closest with since I automatically replied with a yes. We had several other strange experiences in that house but that was the earliest memory of one I had. 

I hope you found this interesting. I have been listening to you guys for a while and love the podcast. Thank you so much for making my morning routines and drives to work entertaining! goes here

Hello friends! I'm writing a second time because owls. That's really it. I wrote a few weeks back about the weird little desert scarecrow or zombie farmer guy walking out from behind cacti on a back road, for reference. I've been wavering back and forth about writing a second time, and tonight as I was driving home, an owl swooped down right in front of my wheels. I took it as a sign. After listening to your few episodes with owl discourse recently, I figured it'd be a good continuation as you'd mentioned my previous story maybe having some spicy alien zest on it, and I can't say I disagree. Please feel free to interrupt my rambling with discussions, especially because there are a few separate elements here! First, you mentioned timeskips. Boy howdy.

A few months ago, I closed at work and left the building at about 6:50, and I noticed a car turning into the driveway. I muttered out loud to myself, "I hope they're not here ten minutes from now" because an alarm goes off at 7 pm and yells at people to leave. It takes thirty minutes to drive home. I sent a text just before I got in my car, so I even had the time stamp. When I was turning onto my street, I looked at the time and did a double take. By the time I pulled into my driveway, it was 7 pm. Twenty minutes just ceased to exist. I drove the whole way, stopped at all the stop signs, didn't speed- but I guess the point of this little snippet is that yes, I've experienced timeskips.

But that's not what I'm writing you about, really. When my mom was still pregnant with me, she got the life scared out of her because she opened curtains in my up-and-coming nursery and an owl was staring into the window right at her. I was at an old family camp with my dad and an owl swooped close enough that he felt it against the back of his neck for a second. While I was driving one of those times between Utah and Arizona, an owl swooped down from an overpass and swept over my windshield. Recently, I've had two owls at least somewhat close to my house hooting at all hours of the night back and forth.

I say all this because... aliens? Maybe? When I moved back to Utah, it was to help my friend- the one who visited home with me. She had been stricken with a still unidentified illness; she was struggling to walk. Her legs would go numb and give out. Our other roommates had to help her up and down the stairs, she couldn't go to school, she was missing work, and her absolutely baffled doctors told her she should mentally prepare herself for a cancer diagnosis. When I moved back, it was because she was terrified of losing the ability to function by herself and she needed someone as an aid, and I started going to classes for her and generally taking care of her. I cannot stress enough how seriously ill she was. We sat up many long nights at our kitchen table discussing what might happen, including what she was afraid to miss out on if she ended up dying.

She had to have a follow up appointment with her doctors and I scheduled it. I got the confirmation and everything, and relayed the information to her. A couple days after, she told me she had what didn't really feel like a dream at the time. She woke to six little beings trudging into her bedroom. They encircled her, lifted their hands and held their index and middle fingers out, and tapped sharply against her legs in unison three times. After that, they left. She called me in to look at what was clearly a weird sort of residue on her legs; it was like the aftermath of attached medical sensors. She hadn't been to the doctor anytime very recently before that morning, as we were still waiting for her follow up- and she had gone to bed with clean legs as anyone would actively try to do, I would imagine. If you noticed sticky stuff on your legs in random spots, would you snooze or wash it off? These patches of residue were spotted on her skin with no clean shapes or lines, and only on her legs; her blankets were clean. We were absolutely sober at this time as well.

Days later, we realized we hadn't gone to the appointment. Her doctor never called. We reached out to reschedule, but they had no records of her appointment being made or missed.

She recovered almost immediately. No more numbness in her legs. No more missing work or school. We never found out what the hell was wrong with her legs, but this was naturally within the timeframe of our encounter with the weird scarecrow on our drive.

I don't know if owls or birds are aliens or related to them. I've apparently been surrounded by them most of my life, and I've always had a severe phobia of birds. Where I live now, I normally get around 8-10 pigeons just seemingly dropping dead in my backyard during every spring and summer. I've had two morbidly massive pigeons take up residence at the cafe I work at. (I'm pretty sure it's just to torment me. They probably have a network.) A stupid mallard flew in front of me once and chest-bumped my windshield like a horrible, flying frat bro. Everyone knows about my "bird curse", including the time a pigeon got into my house and gave me a panic attack. I like cranes, though. Cranes are cool. From a distance.

I know this one's long, but hopefully easier to follow than my last incohesive mess I sent in. School is going well (fighting for my life to hold onto a 4.07 GPA while managing a cafe full time), and thank you for your words of encouragement! You guys are doing great. I won't get all mushy and forcefully caring/motherly again; I'm going to wrap it up here because this is ridiculously long, and feel free to cut parts out if they're useless! text goes here

I grew up in Morgantown WV and have always wondered if anyone else saw it that day. Dates are approximate.

It was probably mid-afternoon in late spring of 1978, give or take. I was around 10 years old, and my mom was in the garden hanging clothes on the clothesline. I was on the steps of the back porch playing with toys, enjoying a bright sunny day with not a cloud in the sky.

Suddenly, I happened to look up and saw a metallic object, cigar-shaped and very large, with a brushed aluminum color. I told my mom, and she saw it too. We stood there watching as it slowly floated closer, probably around 1,000 feet in the air to start, and moving from the east to the west over the valley below our house.

As it got closer, my mind ran through all the possibilities of what it could be. However, it soon became clear that it didn't have any seams or windows. It was completely silent and had no visible form of propulsion, nor any undercarriage like a blimp. The object was over 300 feet long and shaped like a tube with rounded ends.

We watched it for about 2-3 minutes, or maybe less, as it descended slightly. I had the feeling that we were seeing something we shouldn't be seeing by mistake. I don't know why I thought that. At that moment, my mom said she had a camera on the kitchen table and that she was going to run and get it. I replied, "No, it'll be gone," and she agreed, saying, "You're right."

As we turned back to look at the object, it started to move off straight away from us at an impossible speed. Within a second, it was a pinprick in the sky, and then it was gone. I don't know how I could have known it would be gone, but it was like some instinctual feeling that I had.

Afterwards, we talked about calling someone to report it, but we never did. We just went back to regular life like nothing had happened. But I always remembered the experience, and my mom forgot about it for years until one day I reminded her. It all came back to her in a rush.

Saw something in the evening sky at my moms place tonight, that scared the crap out of me. Definitely.. ..military aircraft of some kind....special ops?? ...Silently moving triangle shaped aircraft.. I dont know but i didn't like it. At all. So I was putting my cousins baby's carseat in the backseat of my tiny car, in between my two kids' carseats, in the parking lot at my mom's townhouse. My cousin and my mom are talking and my mom starts steering the conversation down a "what are you all doing with your lives?" type of direction in the conversation. So between blindly attaching the children's safety seats to the car, with no room to move my hands even if i could see what i was doing, my two kids potentially able to wonder into the parking lot while they waited for me to get their seats secured properly, and now the conversation with my mom heading where it was, I was already feeling more stressed out then im comfortable feeling. I am believing this feeling is what made what happened next so upsetting to me. Because on the surface the story is somewhat uneventful. To me, it was super scary and worth writing to someone about. Obviously. So then I start to hear what sounds like military helicopters. And it sounds like there's either several of them or one big ass, solo one. Either way I'm already stressed out and anytime I hear or see the military or some kind of military look-a-likes flyin around, I'm instantly suspicious and anxious. So i start looking all around for it and I can't see anything or even tell which distance it's coming from. I saw three lights coming towards us though. They were headed east from the mountains which were to the west of us. I should mention I live in Colorado. We have NORAD an hour south of where this all took place and less than an hour from Denver International Airport. (That place is up to something for sure) so I see these three lights, they have to be these aircraft im hearing .Even though I couldn't tell if they were stars, planets, or flying aircraft. The sound I was hearing was off. They looked too far away to be the cause of the sound and they looked like planets or stars. Then the sound stopped like they got too far away. I remember thinking "see they still havent reached us and the military chopper definately just passed." But that's when the sound got louder than it was and the lights got close enough to start to be able to make out a potential outline. Which I wasn't able to do. They were too dark. Definitely military helicopters. Except they had searchlights like the police helicopters use when looking for a suspect at large. Which I thought was weird. My mom, my cousin, my kids, and myself were all looking up at these things now and they flew over us, extremely close to the ground. My kids are all asking what those were? what they were doing? Same questions we all had. But had no answers to. Im like kids, get in the car, mom get inside your house, lock all your locks, and LET'S GO NOW. Then the third light, which I would have bet money on being a planet, didnt think I needed to keep an eye on it, it comes flying overhead without making a sound, not immediately after the helicopters like they were flying together. But a good 30-45 seconds after the helicopters. Like it was going the same place as the helicopters, but not with them. This thing comes over us and I'm like omg....wtf is that? My mom says oh now thats definitely alien. That's a ufo. And im seeing a black triangle craft, totally silent, following those super dark, low flying military. . .searchlight choppers? I don't know I freaked out and took off. I'm still shook up though. Even if those were our government and not aliens, why? What were they doing? Looking for? And then thinking about it, the property at my mom's townhouse has gotten weird over the last year or two in general. Anyway sorry that was long. And if I rambled. Im just freaked out. Thanks for reading

I have an encounter involving a shadow person I thought you guys might be interested in. I live in a small town in Wiltshire, Uk. I was asleep in bed next to my girlfriend, I was having a normal dream, until the dream stopped and I was overcome with a sense of dread, I started to get tunnel vision and I could hear a distorted rumbling noise gradually getting louder as my vision closed in. I could make out in my periphery (what was left of it) the things I had in my room, and before me stood a tall man with a long white face and some kind of black hat on. It looked like he was dressed in a black suit, but I couldn't make out the details of the suit, it was more like his body was absent of light. As this figure leaned in so they were right over the top of me, my vision closed in and rumbling noise intensified. My girlfriend then bolted up in the bed and shouted "HEY!" and turned the bed side lamp on.

I woke up, and everything was normal. She looked across at me and said "sorry for waking you, I thought I saw something". I told her that was okay, and in fact she had saved me, as my dream had just taken a terrifying turn. I started telling her about the person in a black suit leaning over me. Before I could finish she said "with a long white face and a black hat on?" I asked her "Yeah, how did you know?". She looked at me and said " That's exactly what I thought I saw leaning over you. That's why I shouted and turned the light on".

How did she see what was in my dream!?

Just for some background, my girlfriend is not into the paranormal at all. She has 1st class masters degree in Geology and is a scientist though and through. She gets absolutely terrified speaking about this story, even now 8 years later.

I personally have had a few encounters whilst in a dream state. I've had sleep paralysis where something reached under the covers to grab hold of my leg. Further to this I've had a few dreams where I am able to temporarily view deceased relatives in the afterlife. I'd be happy to expand on these if you're interested? I should note that I no longer have these dreams since an astral projector in a multi layered dream stole something from me. I have no idea what it was, but it was bright shining yellow and I knew I was being robbed of something important. I am convinced this is what all these encounters have been about. I know that sounds crazy.

Hey what's up, I would consider this a true cosinary story on how dangerous contacting spirits can be. I was in high school and I was interested in spirit stuff. I watched alot of ghost adventures and people on YouTube conducting paranormal investigations. I wanted to do my own little investigations and see if it was real and bought a sb7 spirit box. I believed it was real before having experienced anything paranormal, which is probably why I made connections quickly. After using the Spirit Box for a week or 2, I became a little obsessed and very excited with all the responces that came through. I had basically made my bedroom haunted and opened a portal there mistakenly. I didn't experience anything negative but after a while of using the spirit Box strange things would start happening. Things like hearing a scream from the basement as I would walk upstairs, orbs flying like crazy, I heard laughing while watching a Adam Sandler movie in the corner of my room, and my full name being whispered in my ear. Not everything I listed had me worried, just the scream. And I knew why it was happening, the spirit box brought spirits in. I was expecting that but I didn't know what exactly I got myself into. I thought I was helping spirits move on or something of the sort. Not what it turned out to be, the reality of the situation is that I opened a portal in my room and something not good came through and I saw it. I was taking a nap with the tv on and I woke up in sleep paralysis. I have never had it before or after this happened and to what I saw. It looked like a dog with an alligator head, it was on all 4s and was next to me sniffing me out and with all the will power I had I pointed at it and told it to fuck off and it left. Probably should have taken that more seriously but I didn't and using the spirit Box more and more. I found out an entity was at one of my parents house that happend to be bad. Talks of nightmares and the sound of someone walking around when no one is home could be heard. Anyone who has been there could validate it along with a responce to "how many are here", it said "one" and that was all i got out of it. A week or 2 went by and on one of those nights I was attacked. I couldn't sleep and I couldn't get bad thoughts out of my head. It ramped up to demonic imagery in my head and I couldn't snap out of it so I started to ask God for help. I've never cried out like this to God and I wasn't religious either but it seemed like the only thing I could do. After crying out I passed out and slept like a baby. In the morning the feeling of any presence was gone and I threw away the spirit box. I believed this was when Jesus saved me and I became a christan later on. To add, I vaguely remember throwing the spirit box away but not totally because on that next day I was looking for it. The haunting in my room and both parents house had ceased, along with the nightmares. Im also pretty sure i caught some sort of light being at the house with the nightmares one night. I held that story with me for a long time and finally told my wife and now I want to tell you guys.

A tale of weirdness…

I guess the earliest that I remember when this all started would be when I was around 7 years old.

We lived in a house in a small town and I’m not sure about the time of year, but we had the fireplace on so it could have been fall/winter.

The fireplace was surrounded by a 3 in perimeter of tile flooring. We didn’t have the spark shield of small chain links like most fireplaces have, but rather a glass shield that folds open.

We were watching a movie I think and as most kids do, I was sitting up close to the fireplace about a foot away from the glass shield.

Out of nowhere my mom yellow “CAM GET AWAY FROM THE FIREPLACE!” and no sooner did I get up and have time to turn around that the glass shield exploded spraying shards of glass all over the floor.

Had I not turned around to avoid the explosion I for sure would have been injured if not blinded in some way from the glass shrapnel.

To this day when it comes up in conversation every so often, my mom is still adamant in stating “that wasn’t me that said that…. It wasn’t my voice…”

…leading me to believe something spoke through her to save me for something later on in life… Still not sure what that is, but more strange and unusual things would happen in the coming years.

Synchronicities in my life have since been a thing. I will be thinking about someone and out of the blue I will encounter someone with the same name.

A quick example of that is my Dog’s name. We got the dog from my sister who bought them from the UK. They are very unique dogs and are seldom known so that in itself is a rarity.

I chose her name based on my heritage and from a book of Gaelic names, so that is even more rare. Ordering a coffee one day through the drive through I just happened to glance at the barista’s name tag, which was the same name as my dogs.

Spelled the same way and everything. I have only ever heard of this name once, my dog…. So it’s extremely odd that I would run into this girl with the same name, that is not common and at a place I seldom go to for coffee.

Other weird things include me constantly being “sent” people to help. I firmly believe that someone upstairs knows that I will help people in need, so they send those who need it to me.

I told my wife this and said, “I could be standing in a crowd of people, and it will literally be like the parting of the red sea and that person will walk right up to me….” – when it happened right in front of her, she thought it was really weird.

Passing 10-15, 20 people to walk right up to me. I always think “why me?”

A girl that didn’t speak much English came up to me once to ask for directions. Turns out she was German, and I spoke a little. I was able to understand her enough to help her, but again – what are the odds?

I could tell she needed help before she even approached me. She was extremely thankful…. And I just walked away shaking my head in disbelief…

On another occasion I encountered a girl crying while I was walking home from the bar. I was drunk at the time and so was she, and I’m assuming that she just had a miserable night and the alcohol caught up to her to put her in the state she was in.

I can hold my liquor pretty well, so I walked over and asked her if she was o.k. She wrapped her arms around me and just started crying. I tried to console her but when she finally let go, she was stumbling along so I had to help her.

It wasn’t that cold out, but the way she was dressed, and her footwear were not suitable for the weather. She kept falling haphazardly into snowbanks and her shoes would fall off… so needless to say she was in the playful drunken crying stage.

Anyone else could have easily taken advantage of her as she was a small girl. Probably 19-21 years old. I wasn’t a large man, but big enough that I could defend her if needed. She ended up at my place, which was coincidentally the same building where I lived.

I figured I would just take her home, but she wanted to see my place. Odd, but I didn’t mind looking after her to make sure she was safe. I thought she would chat for a bit; I’d get some coffee or water in her and then walk her home.

She passed out soon after we got into my apartment. About 5-10 minutes after that she woke up enough to throw up all over my floor. Worried that she might choke on her vomit, I stayed up all night to watch over her.

She woke up in the morning and went to the bathroom. Gathered some senses and apologized for the mess on my carpet, then left. I saw her a few weeks later in the elevator and we exchanged Hello’s.

I never saw her again. But I feel if I hadn’t “saved” her that night she could have been taken advantage of or passed out in the snow or choked on her puke.

Some other strange things that happened are…

I was trying to do something nice one day. I decided that I would pay for the person behind me at the drive through. So I literally said out loud “if you want me to do this – give me a sign!” I then looked to my right, to my left and noticed a sign with my name on it.

I had never noticed this sign before, and because it had my name on it, needless to say that I paid for the person’s order behind me.

I tend to start asking questions now to things I was to know the answer to in the same manner. Sorta like using the world as my own personal spiritbox if you will.

Things in life seem to pop up in weird ways and I interpret that as a sign that this is where I’m supposed to be at this moment. Meaning everything that has happened up till that time, means I’m where I’m supposed to be.

I will hit up some store and the lines are long and I’m in a hurry. One will open up and the checkout person will call me down. Her name tag was the same as my mom’s name.

Playing some Call of Duty and out of the blue I unlock a calling card with the same name as a project I’m working on at work. The spelling is not the actual way to spell it, but both the calling card and project name were spelled the other unique way to spell it. (This happened a couple other times as well. I bought a jacket because of the specific name of the color of the jacket. That day I unlocked a calling card with the same name. Another time I unlocked a scope sight that’s basically a moustache and has the same name as my boss - who has the exact same moustache….)

A lot of what I encounter with synchronicities are exact names of people of things. The two things are completely unrelated but mention the exact same name. Sometimes first and last.

Again, I interpret these to mean that I am on the right track in life – I’m supposed to be where I am right now and that I should pay more attention to signs.

I guess the last thing is I have empathic senses that guide me. I can tell who to avoid or who to talk to. I normally get along with people very well and can often tell who to go to in order to cheer them up.

I have heard the phrase “I’m so glad you talked to me today” about 100 times. I can sense who needs a smile and since I’m a pretty hilarious guy, it doesn’t take me long to win over someone’s spirit.

Sometimes a smile goes a long way into lifting someone up from whatever funk they’re in. In some cases I can look at someone and know they’re going to die soon.

They have a different face. I’m not really sure how to describe it, but I again mentioned this to my wife one day and the person turned around and looked directly at me.

Out of a crowd of people…. It was a dead stare. Like life had already left them and something took the person’s place. Like a grayscale version of the original.

Not creepy at all, but I think that “person” is not a “person” at all.

I was walking through a mall when I was younger, and I noticed a woman selling something outside of her kiosk and the way she looked at me was of utter disgust, like I had something she wanted, and she was jealous or envious of that fact.

Again, being that I have an extremely good judge of character I knew that whatever THAT was, was not a good, or just not a person at all.

Tales continue to happen daily, weekly, monthly, or yearly and I just now ask for certain things or signs instead of just stating the synchronicities out.

Now not only do I know that I’m on the right path, who to talk to or who to avoid but now hopefully I’ll start to get answers on life, who I am, who I need to be and what I need to be to move forward.

If I can add intention into the mix, I might have a decent recipe for some long-awaited success.