Half here wont' believe it anyways.
I don't like to talk about it.
It's bad energy.
I'm with you 100% on the supernatural. But now I don't believe it actually is "super" natural. I just believe that it's a part of nature we don't understand or comprehend yet. Personally, I never believed anything like this until an incident happened to me. Never even thought about it. Remember the movie, The 6th Sense. "I see dead people." Been there, done that.
This is what happened. I was on a long ride quite a long way from home. It was late afternoon and I was on the highway. A very close military buddy of mine lived about 20 miles from the highway and as long as I was still a couple of hours from home, I figured I'd stop by his place and see if he was home. We were close enough friendship-wise that even if he wasn't home, he wouldn't mind me shacking up at his place for the night and I knew he never locked his doors. He had a fully stocked bar with cold beer on tap so I figured, what the hell, why not. When I got to his house, his wasn't home. He, his wife, and the kids often did the time share thing so they traveled a lot. It wasn't unusual for him to be gone. Through him, I had come to know the couple across the street, who were also good friends of his. Any friend of his was a friend of mine and I had met them several times, partied together and knew each other well enough. I rode across the street to ask them if they knew if my buddy would be back tonight or if they were gone on one of their time share adventures. When I say, across the street, I mean about a 1/4 of a mile away. They both had a large chunk of land and very long driveways. I wasn't going to walk that far. I pull up to their house - it was a split level ranch-style home with the large living room window that spanned the length of the two-car garage below it. In the window, I see Karen's dad, Phil. He had heard my motorcycle pull up, rose from a chair, and was standing in the living room window watching me. He was very old and lived with them because he was too decrepit to be on his own. His daughter cared for him in his twilight years. I had met Phil and spoken with him a few times. We had drank together and knew each other reasonably well. The last time I had seen him, his mind was still sharp and was a decent guy. Anyway, as I got off my bike, I waved to him in the window and he looked at me kind of surprised. I figured he may have forgotten who I was being as old as he was but the sudden look of surprise and the emphatic wave back showed me that he suddenly remembered me. Okay, all good so far. As I went up the walk, I could see him turn from the window and head towards the front door. Timing-wise, I figured he would have the door open before I got to it, but it stayed closed. That seemed odd to me. So I knocked, and said, "Hey Phil, do you remember me? I'm Mike, a friend of Dave and Sherry across the street. Remember we met at Sherry's birthday party?" The door still didn't open. I knocked again. "Is Karen home?" Nothing. "I was wondering if Dave and Sherry are out of town." Nothing. "What's up, Phil? Don't you remember me?" Then he said, "No one's home." I figured that was about as much as a dismissal as I've ever received from anyone so that was that. I said, "Okay Phil, well you tell Karen I'm across the street spending the night at Dave and Sherry's when she gets home for me, Okay?" No response. I just shook my head and said to myself, whatever, and said, "Well you have a good night, Phil" as I left. There was some cold beer waiting to be consumed across the street.
Well, long about dark, Karen's husband shows up. He says he saw the lights on and was wondering who was there because he knew that Dave, Sherry, and the kids were out of town. Everything was fine with me being there, but I thought it was odd that Phil didn't mention me. I just shrugged it off thinking maybe his mind was starting to go. I woke up the next morning and rode the last couple of hours home.
3 weeks later I was talking to Sherry on the phone. She's telling me all about their trip. When she finished I told her about stopping by their place and my encounter with Phil. I asked her if he was getting dementia. She said, "What are you talking about?" I repeated what happened and she was confused. She asked, "When was this?" Again I said, "Three weeks ago when I was at your house." She then replied, "Ehhhrrm, Phil passed away like 6 months ago." I about shit myself. There is no possible way I could have known that. I hadn't spoken to Dave and Sherry in several months and I wasn't close enough to Karen or her husband that anyone from her family would have told me.
I've thought about this a lot since it happened. The best I can make sense of it is that there are different planes of existence. Under certain conditions, elements cross those planes in kind of an inter-dimensional way. I believe that the reason I could still see him was that my brain didn't know he was dead. Because I didn't know, the pathway between dimensions was open for me to see him. Had I known that he was dead, I'm sure that I could not have seen him. That pathway between dimensions would be closed for me. That's why he was so surprised that I waved to him. He knew he was dead and didn't think anyone on my plane of existence could see him. Taking this a step further, it explains how Christ appeared to his followers following his crucifixion. He was using the same conditions on the inter-dimensional pathway. He transcended the planes of existence exactly the same way Phil did. How this all works, I have no clue, but that's my overall theory. Or something like that anyway.
I've spoken to Karen about this. I told her what he was wearing and she said that he wore that old plaid bathrobe around the house all the time. There is no way I could have known that either. At her house, I demonstrated exactly what I saw him do and she said that's exactly what he used to do when someone pulled in the driveway. Again, there is no way I could have known that. She told me that she felt he was still there before I said anything but now she's absolutely certain. She says it's a comforting feeling to know he's close by and enjoying his retirement just laying around the house. She says he's most likely just reading like he always did.
There's a lot of weird shit that we still don't understand. We think we know a lot, but there's some very complex stuff we have no comprehension of. A lot of the lack of comprehension comes from failing to even acknowledge stories like mine in a scientific perspective. There's no explanation, so it's just written off as delusion or fabrication. I know what I saw. Sherry and Karen know that there's no way I could have known he was dead when I told her that story.