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Originally Posted by Deetinator
I've had plenty of small coincidences, too much so that it couldn't all be a coincidence. One thing I can think of is the time my family went on vacation to the Amazon. Basically, everyone got sick but me, which is weird because I was like 6 so would've been the most susceptible. One of my sisters, the next youngest, nearly died, and actually might've. Crappy brazilian hospitals didn't help. There was a point where my dad walked up to her, shouting "Sarah! Sarah!" and she wouldn't respond. She told us she literally saw a "light at the end of the tunnel", but she came back out of it somehow, after my dad started praying like never before. That was like a decade ago, and still is his probably greatest proof of God. You really had to be there.
Oh yeah, another time I woke up at night, not even late, like 8:30. But immediately, I felt like a presence of evil, like I've never experienced before. I didn't have a nightmare, and it wasn't sleep paralysis because I could move around right when I woke up. I started calling for anyone. My parents, sisters, even my dog was gone, which creeped me out. I tried to get into a corner, so I could see out at anything that would be there. After praying like a sinner on his deathbed, and saying, trying to shout Jesus name out loud, I got up the nerve to just turn on the radio, just so there would be more noise around. I started feeling like it was leaving, but that was the most terrified I've ever been.
Lately, I've been praying to see a miracle. Even better, be a part of one, like do it for someone else. Something for me to see God. But those two are the closest thing to it for me that I can think of right now.
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Something like that happened to me, except without shit disappearing. I was sleeping at a friends house like 2 years ago and all of a sudden I got the distinct feeling that I was going to die, sometime that night. I completely freaked out, so much so that I turned on the lights and woke up my friend cause I didn't know what the fuck was going on.
The odd thing is, god didn't even occur to me. I thought entirely about surviving. After a few minutes of frantic milling around, I sat down to try and will the feeling away, having realized by that time that it was psychological. I sat for about three minutes, struggling with the feeling, and it finally past.
weird shit.