Wednesday F4A: Strange Occurrences – Shadow Men, Strange Lights, and Synaptic Weirdness abounds? . . .

11 Apr

There are things we simply cannot explain. They may seem as if a dream, but we know they are unlike any dream we’ve ever had—somehow we sense they aren’t dreams at all, but something more, and what that more is, we cannot exactly fathom. As when we dream of a friend or loved one after they have died, and though we may dream of them many times, there is that one particular dream that is Different and in that difference we feel there is a message or something we should pay attention to or some, dare I say, visitation perhaps?

I wrote a few years ago about the Shadow Man who visited me. I was asleep on the couch and I awoke and there “he” was – darker than the night, a “living shadow,” a complete dark shadow man. Though I saw no features, I “knew” he watched me as I slept. One hand was draped casually on the back of the couch. I thought, “Who is this? What is this?” but I fell back into sleep again, unafraid.

A went back to the couch several nights to see if he’d return, but he did not. I at last went into in my living room, in my nightgown and slippers, my hair wild and my eyes searching, and didn’t feel silly a bit as I said, “Go home, okay?” Maybe he did.

A shadow man had come before, right after my beloved brother died, in 1994. Oh-so-briefly he was at the side of the chaise longue I’d fallen asleep on. That time I was startled and afraid and he left very quickly—perhaps it was my brother and he sensed my fear and left me. I sense someone, David?, beside me the next day of his funeral, walking with us. I know I did. Imagination? Wish?

Then came the night about a year ago where I closed my eyes and I do not know if I was awake or asleep or in that strange in-between, but I saw this incredible light, inside my head not in the room, and the light glowed like no other light, and a “doorway” appeared, and in that “doorway” I saw a shadow man. This shadow man was taller and thinner than the one at the couch. He stood in the “doorway” and behind him was that light, and I felt this incredible peace, this sense of well-being. I hate to say it, but I felt what people describe when they have a near-death experience, except of course I was not and am not dead—lawd, maybe you all can verify this for me by acknowledging my existence *laughing* lawd.

Then, a few nights after that, I saw the light again, but this time it was very brief and much more like lightening, brighter and more intense, but flashed and flashed and then was gone. My synapses run amok? I’m having strokes and don’t know it? I’m going insane? I’m just weird and that’s that and that’s that? Who knows. Perhaps my brain is in over-drive. It oft-times is, in different ways. But it peaks my curiosity.

Is all of this connected? Am I losing my mind? *laughing* I think a writer’s, or anyone else’s, imagination is a wondrous thing, and I like to think I stay in the reality of knowing some things are imagination and some things are explainable and some things unexplainable simply because I unintentionally make them more than they are, or simply because they are anomalies I cannot explain away.

What of the light? A dream? What of the shadow man watching me as I slept on the couch? Another dream? Who are these shadow men? What do they want? Or if I have conjured them, why have I? What is the purpose of it? Oh, the mysteries!

The last image I will share is one I had when my father was dying this past October, and at this time he was in a coma-state. I laid beside him many hours, but in this particular time, I had my head against his and I fell deeply asleep—we were all so exhausted—and I had this most beautiful surreal dream that was unlike any I’d had before. In this dream was a gorgeous horse and the horse galloped up up up into the blue sky. Sometimes I think the horse itself was blue, but now I have a hard time remembering that. Mostly, I remember the horse gracefully galloping into the clouds above and then I woke with an incredible peace and serenity, and a wondrous awe. I felt, well, special, for having seen this horse.

I assure you, I am perfectly sane (hahahahha –my friends and family beg to differ. Haw!) But when I write all this, it all sounds a little “out there and woo woo.” Maybe having a “creative mind” brings things both conjured and not conjured, and I accept this as theory/fact/zippity do dah zippity ay. Maybe the brain is too active on the creative/non-logical side and flips and blips and snaps—wheeeeee!

Not long ago, I watched a show on National Geographic about savants (I am not a savant, I am not saying or implying that) whose brains were affected at birth or by a trauma and the “creative side” was more alive and active than the “logical side” – the logical side was almost “dead.” These savants were Mega Ultra Creative – some no longer leading “normal” lives. I wonder, then, and it seems plausible, if some creative minds are somewhere in between, caught in some kind of synaptic wonderland that causes blips in the brain, and thus . . . well, these kinds of occurrences that seem “odd” or like dreams or imaginations come and go and we are left scratching our pea-heads about them. *shrug* beats me! *laughing*

What about you? What “strange” or surreal occurrences have you experienced that you’d like to share? If you have never had any, then what do you think about those of us who do? Be honest!


16 Responses to “Wednesday F4A: Strange Occurrences – Shadow Men, Strange Lights, and Synaptic Weirdness abounds? . . .”

  1. lifesacherry April 11, 2012 at 9:42 am #

    I’ve had lucid dreams myself that seemed very real, only in mine I cannont move and I’m being taunted by a black mass that I know is a demon. Not my favorite dreams for sure! Glad to hear at least yours are not scary!

    • katmagendie April 12, 2012 at 7:48 am #

      Oh, I’ve had weird dreams like that too — where there is a “force” behind a door and I know it is “evil” and if it ever gets through the door – oh oh. I’ve not had that dream in a while now, come to think of it. But, the last one I had, the “thing behind the door” had finally crashed through but I woke up before it came all the way through and I’ve never seen “it” since – lawd!

  2. Kathleen Boston McCune April 11, 2012 at 10:04 am #

    When I had my daughter I had the same experience of the bright surreal light and I had an out of body experience and realized I had a choice to go or stay and knowing she would not have the kind of upbringing I wanted her to have, I stayed. When I came back I saw all the nurses and doctor busily giving me blood and all worried, so know I had briefly been dead. However, as you said, it was the most relaxed and happy feeling I had ever had before or since and I certainly do not fear death since.

    I too have always been very creative and even when applied to my other field of Financial Analysis it has been a God Send, particularly for those for whom I work, because their work is done post haste…sometimes when they had problems for years….for me it is like solving a difficult puzzle.

    When I returned to my Love of Writing it was like total enjoyment and again the creativity has helped particularly when imagining the conversations of my forefathers and foremothers, using only the family Sagas as a basis. Sometimes I feel them touching my shoulders in happy approval in that understanding built from the creativity…so don’t ever worry about being different in your dreams and creativity…..celebrate it and be glad for it always.

    • katmagendie April 12, 2012 at 7:49 am #

      Lawd! So you had a real out of body experience! I’m fascinated by those experiences, though I don’t want one myself *laughing!*

  3. karenselliott April 11, 2012 at 1:17 pm #

    I’ve seen odd things … a couple UFOs, ghost in an old coal mine … I absolutely believe.

    • katmagendie April 12, 2012 at 7:49 am #

      UFO! Tell us more; tell us more! or if you talked about it on your blog, link to it so I can read it!

  4. Linda Cassidy Lewis April 11, 2012 at 2:14 pm #

    Love this post! And I love that you connect these “otherworldly” experiences with our creative minds. Not that I think we make them up. I believe there is much more to this world than we experience in our “normal” states. I believe it’s the well-developed creative parts of our brains that allows us access to these supernormal things.

    Some of my experiences? I’ve seen a ghost and smelled the perfume of one. As a child, I often woke to see a woman in white standing at the end of my bed (she would disappear if I tried to touch her). I’ve heard typewriters in the middle of the night (we didn’t own one) and seen shadow figures.

    And I’ve had MANY dreams that were more than dreams. Recently, I dreamed of my deceased father who looked solemnly at me and spoke, but when I woke, I couldn’t remember what he said. I know it was important, so I can only hope my subconscious retains it and will heed his words.

    Thank you for sharing, Kat.

    • katmagendie April 12, 2012 at 7:51 am #

      For many years (and it hasn’t happened for many years now) I used to feel someone sit on the edge of my bed – used to freak me out! Before I moved here, in my house in Louisiana, I heard a child’s laughter. But there are times (and again, some of this is fading for some reason – perhaps I’ve told their story in my books and didn’t even know it but now they are at rest?) – I could hear a woman crying, or I’d hear laughing, or a scream or something. All gone for months now.

  5. The Forgotten April 12, 2012 at 7:53 am #

    After my mother died I had this weird dream.

    By the way, can you still not comment on my blog? Just curious how the comment thing is now.

    • katmagendie April 12, 2012 at 8:08 am #

      I left a comment on your neighbor post- so I hope it took! :-D

      Your dream about your mother gave me chills but also made me feel sad for that little girl in the chair . . .

      • The Forgotten April 12, 2012 at 8:28 am #

        Got it thanks!

        • katmagendie April 12, 2012 at 11:48 am #

          Yay! good! — and I am following your blog now even though I thought I already was – ?? who knows! lawd.

          • The Forgotten April 12, 2012 at 1:29 pm #

            I think you follow me on Blogger but I also have this WordPress one that I rarely use. It is sometimes faster to comment on some blogs. I come to this one when I want to kind of hide from some!

            • katmagendie April 13, 2012 at 7:47 am #

              Ah! That explains it! :-D

  6. hilarymb April 15, 2012 at 7:07 am #

    Hi Kat .. I definitely believe some people can and do connect with others – afterlife – that I’m sure about .. and I’m certain at times my mother has had relatives in the room with her – I just join them in to our discussions. It hasn’t happened for a while. My mother after she had her strokes ‘died’ before they stabilised her .. she said it was a white light tunnel, but she didn’t want to go – so came back.

    I don’t think it’ll happen to me – I’m too practical, but who knows .. life is stranger than we know it at times .. so I can absolutely believe you …

    Cheers – Hilary

    • katmagendie April 15, 2012 at 9:10 am #

      I love science and am pretty skeptical, so when these things happen, I go “huhn, well I’ll be!” laughing …

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