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Jan
Mountain climber
Okinawa, Japan
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Nov 15, 2009 - 08:48pm PT
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We have many such places in Okinawa where 250,000 people died in two month's time in 1945, most of them civilians. I don't even visit the southern 10% of the island where the big battles occurred as the feeling is so heavy, I can't stop weeping. I therefore associate that feeling with a tragic and untimely death. About all we can do is pray for the unknown person who lies there.
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Ray Olson
Trad climber
Imperial Beach, California
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Nov 15, 2009 - 08:53pm PT
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Jan!
that is it.
Thats what I "felt"
The thought said it was the remains
of a native american.
weeping now...
EDIT: when the thought "registers" tears follow.
I have composed myself now, sorry.
Trippy Juju :-)
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Nov 15, 2009 - 09:02pm PT
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hey there jan... say, i know what you are saying...
very strong impact that one is in the midst of then...
thanks for sharing...
some folks dont understand, unless they have gone through that...
thanks for the share...
sometimes, too, you can feel that when you meet someone, and not know why, too... though not always...
then--i realize i am supposed to go home and pray for that person, cause the have not been able to release some sorrows of their past...
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Jan
Mountain climber
Okinawa, Japan
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Nov 15, 2009 - 09:20pm PT
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Ray,
I also felt as I read what you wrote that it was a Native American, probably a young person.
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Ray Olson
Trad climber
Imperial Beach, California
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Nov 15, 2009 - 09:23pm PT
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yes Jan, an adolescent.
guess we'll never know...
so sad tho.
thank you.
(Jan, maybe younger than an adolescent, lying face down
I just had something happen, I might throw up)
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Karl Baba
Trad climber
Yosemite, Ca
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Topic Author's Reply - Nov 15, 2009 - 10:25pm PT
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When I causally visited the spot where Gandhi was shot, I wasn't prepared for the powerful vibes I encountered three. Powerful JuJu
They say whatever happens in a place adds to the vibes of that place. That's what holy places are about in some ways. Sadly, it goes both ways.
I know of several instances where I, or somebody, got some bad feelings about a place, only to find somebody had been murdered there in the past.
Peace
karl
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Jan
Mountain climber
Okinawa, Japan
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Nov 16, 2009 - 01:46am PT
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Here's a funny story about that.
I was house hunting in Okinawa with an American friend. We went into a house that felt ok until we got to the back bedroom where a terrible heavy feeling descended on us both simultaneously. We looked at each other and also said simultaneously, "someone was murdered or killed themselves in here".
When we got back to the Okinawan housing agent, she asked us what we thought and we told her what we had experienced. She then started bowing and apologizing, saying, "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry, I didn't know Americans could feel things like that or I would not have sent you there".
Of course now I know that anytime there is an apartment in Okinawa with such problems it quickly gets a reputation with the locals who won't touch it, so they lower the rent and then advertise it to Americans, most of whom (but not all) don't notice such things.
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Karl Baba
Trad climber
Yosemite, Ca
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Topic Author's Reply - Nov 16, 2009 - 12:19pm PT
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Great story Jan
We are having these experiences of vibrations all the time but for most of us, the experience is subtle enough that it gets drowned out by the overwhelming stream of thoughts and sensations that are "grosser"
Once you learn to tune in, there's a whole other world out there.
I do a meditation/recharge retreat in India every winter and there's a place where I go sometimes where, maybe once or twice a day, some people regarded as "saints" walk by. Most of the time, who walks by are groups of indian or western pilgrims. The size and walking behavior of the groups are not different.
So last year I noticed 3 or 4 times, when I would meditate in a certain spot, that there was a powerful "electricity" in the air, like a magnetism, when somebody would walk by. Enough to make me open my eyes. EVERY TIME, it was one of the local saints.
Sort of like a double-blind test, which is good because it's easy to fool yourself.
PEace
Karl
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Jan
Mountain climber
Okinawa, Japan
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Nov 16, 2009 - 12:24pm PT
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Karl-
Where in India do you go? I've made 12 trips there so far but strangely enough, not to an ashram.
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Karl Baba
Trad climber
Yosemite, Ca
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Topic Author's Reply - Nov 16, 2009 - 12:37pm PT
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A little town called Lakshman Jhula where the Ganges is about to spill out from the foothills of the Himalaya into the plains. Just above Rishikesh
Access to nature and culture both
Peace
Karl
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Jan
Mountain climber
Okinawa, Japan
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Nov 17, 2009 - 08:55am PT
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It looks quite wonderful. I've never been to the western foothills or Himalayas, but I loved Darjeeling and especially Sikkim when I was there.
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hobo_dan
Social climber
Minnesota
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Nov 18, 2009 - 09:26pm PT
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I once heard the voice of God.
I grew up never attending church and my family was not religious.
I was kayaking in Northern Minnesota. I was going to meet some friends and I got caught out in some cold mist. The sun went down and I was forced to bivvy in the woods at the side of the lake-I had a wet night and woke up chilly, ate no breakfast and continued on to meet my friends.
They were going to be at one of four sites. The first two came up empty and I began to get nervous as I was getting thermed out. No one was at site 3 and at that point a voice came into my head- I would describe this voice as being perfect kindness and perfect love. I knew it accepted me and there was nothing that I had to hide from it. this was the sense I had and still have 30 plus years later.
It told me things were going to work out fine. I spoke back to it and told it I was scared. I was reassurred by this voice. I looked over the lake to site 4 and I could see smoke coming up through the trees. I called out and sure enough my friends were there waiting. I paddled up to them and I told them that I was glad I saw the smoke from their campfire. They looked at each other and then told me that they had no fire burning.
Going home from that weekend the highway that runs along L. Superior was flooded out from the heavy rains. Being broke, I ended up staying in a church that night. I talked to the Pastor at the church and told him about what had happened to me. We talked about Christ and God and what I think is remarkable- we talked for about 3 hours but to me the sense of time passing seemed to be about 5 minutes.
I became spiritual after this and a Christian. I'm not real evangelical but I believe that the voice was God and that he exists. I do not concern myself with heaven or hell or final judgements- I had done nothing to be singled out or in any ways deserving- yet I received a gift. I don't pretend to be able to interpret why or what it means.
True story and I'm not trying to sell you on anything but this is what happened to me.
Dan
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MH2
climber
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Nov 18, 2009 - 10:05pm PT
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Good story.
My parents, shortly after they met, got surprised by a storm while kayaking on the coast of Maine. They were driven onto the shore of an island and were met by someone who took them directly to a warm cabin where supper was waiting.
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Karl Baba
Trad climber
Yosemite, Ca
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Topic Author's Reply - Nov 18, 2009 - 10:20pm PT
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" I would describe this voice as being perfect kindness and perfect love. I knew it accepted me and there was nothing that I had to hide from it. this was the sense I had and still have 30 plus years later."
I believe that. I'll note that folks who report transformative spiritual experiences almost always report divine guidance as accepting, non-judgmental, and full of Love.
Peace
karl
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Jan
Mountain climber
Okinawa, Japan
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Nov 19, 2009 - 12:24am PT
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Another Okinawa driving story. I once had a near miss (an almost weekly occurrence here) when a guy arguing with his wife pulled out into a lane of traffic doing about 50 miles per hour (the top speed limit here thank goodness). He never noticed that I was right behind him until he heard my squealing tires at which point he hit his brakes instead of speeding up, and I stopped 1/4 of an inch behind him while a guy behind me flipped his steering wheel so that he skidded sideways down the road and stopped 1/4 inch behind me but horizontal to my car.
Five years later I was driving down the road at 10 am just after a rainstorm and that near miss came back to me. I thought it odd that I should remember it suddenly after five years, but I played out in my mind step by step what the guy behind me must have done to skid sideways down the road and not end up going in circles - pumping brakes, flipping the steering wheel from one side to the other etc., as though skidding on ice. I was reminded that the roads here were made with ground-up coral which becomes extremely slick when wet, just like ice.
Suddenly, the guy in front of me (we're all doing 50 mph) hits his brakes as hard as he can, and automatically, I went into action doing exactly what I had just rehearsed in my mind. As I skidded sideways down the road past him, (we were on a four lane freeway) I could see that he had stopped to avoid running over a huge dog that was dead in the road and would have wrecked his little mini car had he hit it.
I thanked my guardian angel or whoever it was that had forewarned me and continued on.
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Karl Baba
Trad climber
Yosemite, Ca
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Topic Author's Reply - Nov 19, 2009 - 03:21am PT
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Driving is almost proof that there's some kind of supernatural order in existence. If things were truly mechanical, and given human unawareness and vices, there should be a bloodbath every day on the hilly streets of San Francisco with many deaths!
Peace
Karl
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BrianH
Trad climber
santa fe
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Sometimes it's fun to think of "ju-ju" as cross talk bleeding over from parallel universes that are just outside our frame of reference. As we expand our perception, such cross talk might become more common.
After the big bang, matter started spreading out in all directions. Eventually it coalesced into what we recognize as the "universe." Our conception of the universe has been changing over time as our sensory apparatus become more powerful. For example we've received images from the universe when it was just 300 millions years old. That's quite a leap from the old earth-centric system we used for much of humanity's history.
"But it moves!"
Scientists say that our sensory apparatus can account for only ~10% of the mass that should be in the universe. What if the other mass actually accounted for other universes, and this ju-ju was simply dopplegangers of ourselves exchanging energy through an as yet unknown process?
I've dreamt the future. Images I've seen in my minds eye have replicated in real life, sometimes decades after the fact.
Standing in front of a room of African faces.
The crash where I totaled my big brother's car.
"Is there a doctor in the house?"
I was thinking of you ... I was thinking of YOU!
Maybe these were just things that had happened to a similar me, in a similar universe.
The list goes on.
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