Miracles, Past Lives & a Mimic | 466 - Paranormal Mysteries

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Speaker 1 (00:05):
Tonight's episode is brought to you by my newest supporter, Rebecca.
Thank you for making the show possible. Welcome back to

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Paranormal Mysteries, and thank you for joining me as we
explore the unknown. I'm your host, Nick Ryan. Tonight's journey
begins with an experience by a listener named Octo Brat,
who calls their experience Unexplained miracle. Hei. Nick, I've been
binging on your podcast for a few months now, and

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I'm hooked. Thank you for allowing us to tell our
stories without the typical odd looks or all out ridicule.
When I look back on my life, I can identify
several instances where odd things have happened that I couldn't
make sense of. I usually chalked them up to some
rational thing or another and then dismissed them. This experience, however,

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is by far the most baffling. This happened around two
thousand and four or two thousand and five, but I
don't really recall the exact date. It happened in the fall, however,
in Upstate New York. At the time, I was a
member of the Unitarian Universalist Church in my hometown, and
I was a volunteer teacher at their Sunday school. I

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had just parked my car down the street from the school,
which is an old Victorian home that had been converted
some years ago to the UU Sunday School. I had
to park on the street because the parking lot behind
the church was full. The church was directly across a
semi busy two lane road from the school. This is
important to the story. The road directly in front of

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the church and up about a block was lined with
other parked cars. The road did not allow cars to
park on the opposite side near the school. Sunday school
begin about fifteen minutes after the church service started, which
gave the children a few minutes of church time to
be with their families and get a sense of what
a service is like. So fifteen minutes into the service,

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the minister asks the children to stand up and follow
the adult escorts to go out over to the school.
On this particular Sunday, I was running a little late
getting to the classroom that I ran, so I was
hurrying up the side of the road that the school
is on. I saw the children come out of the
church's front door and following the escorts, and then walk
to the edge of the road because of the line

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of cars that were parked in front of the church.
The escorts were able to see the traffic, but the
children were all too small to be able to see
over the park cars. One little girl had seen her
dad across the street and broke out of the escort's
line to run across the street to him. But before
anyone could stop her, she ran into the road and
was struck by a car traveling at about twenty miles

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per hour. I watched all of this unfold from the
unique vantage pole of being able to see everything. The escorts,
the children, and the little girl's dad only saw a
fraction of the scene playing out, and what I saw
has made me question so many things about our world
and how we experience it. Once the little girl was hit,

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I watched, in seemingly slow motion, her fly about fifteen
feet in the air. It happened quite slowly, and it
looked like she was being carried on her back. I
was standing still and watching all of this, and I
was maybe twenty five feet away from where she landed.
I remember reaching my arms out to her when I
saw her run in front of the car, and feeling

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a strong pull from my abdomen area. Then I watched
as she landed softly in a large pile of leaves
on the curb in front of the school. Of course,
all hell broke out once she was hit, and there
was a lot of commotion. Her father ran to her,
checked to make sure that nothing was broken, and then
brought her straight to the hospital. She was crying, but

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not like she was in pain, but more like she
was just freaked out about being hit. We found out
later that not only had she not broken anything in
the accident, but she didn't even have a bruise on
her where the car hit her. We were all rattled
after this, but tried to pull the morning together for
the kids, so everyone just went to their classrooms to

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be with their students. Eventually, though, mostly because she was
perfectly fine, the instance was pushed to the back of
our minds and then just dropped still after so many years,
I don't know what to make of this. I would
love to hear my story on your podcast, and I
welcome any comments from others who may have experienced similar things.

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Thank you again for the good work that you're doing.
Our next experience comes to us from Christine and Christine's
experience is called night Terror. Christine says Heinik, thank you
for creating an amazing podcast about everyone's different experiences with

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the paranormal. Everyone's stories are unique and fascinating. My story
happens in England near the Norfolk Coast in twenty twelve,
when I was around eleven. I remember it was the
holidays before high school started. My bedroom was in a
converted attic and my parents had built a part of
the attic into a play area and my bedroom. I

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went to bed as usual, but I had a night
light as I was still scared of the dark, and
nothing was out of the ordinary. During the night, I
was startled awake by a sensation of being held down
and something was around my neck and I struggled to breathe.
My arms felt like they were pinned down, but I
could see nothing in front of me that was holding
me down. I also could not see my night light,

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but my eyes were open. As my bed was beside
the wall. The only thing I could do was kick
my legs and hit the wall to get someone's attention.
My parents' bedroom was just under mine, so I knew
they would somehow hear me However, as I couldn't get
the attention, I was somehow able to pinch the air
in front of me, which made the sensation stop. But

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then a different feeling came over me, like dread, and
my mind was telling me to get the hell out
of my room and quickly so I ran out and
down the short hallway and then down the stairs, while
all this time I was having a mental image of
a large dog being behind me. Now I'm not sure
if this was my childhood mind trying to make sense

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of the situation, or whatever was holding me down was
showing its true form. But by the time I was
down the stairs, the fear was gone. I still ran
to my sister's room and I hid under the covers
of her bottom bunk. By now, my mom had woken
up and she came to see what was going on,
and in her words, she told me that I was
hysterically crying and I was refusing to come out of

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under the covers. I don't remember much after that, but
I'm guessing that I fell asleep. This experience only lasted
a matter of minutes. I'm not sure how how long
it went on for, but it felt like forever, and
I was extremely scared. The next morning, Mum asked me
what happened last night, and I explained to her what happened.

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Mum told me that it could have been a bad nightmare,
which I knew for a fact it wasn't. We haven't
talked about it again. However, after that day, I could
see a dark shadow like figure out of the corner
of my eye that is either in human form or
cat form. More often than not, it's in the shape
of a cat, and as I turn to look at it,
I can only see its tail as it walks away

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and out of sight. Thank you for reading my story,
and if anyone has experienced something like this, I would
like to know. Our next experience comes to us from Heather,
and Heather's story is called a past life vision. Heather says, hello,

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I sent some stories in a few years ago about
angels in my grandmother's backyard and the possible angel that
I saw one night when I was near death. I
do have many other experiences, and I decided to reach
out and share another. I had a vision years ago
when I was around sixteen years old, in two thousand
and seven or two thousand and eight. This was the

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only past life vision that I've ever experienced in my
current life. I lived with my family in a house
that had a few rooms and a den that was
built onto it in the back. I loved this house
because my brothers and I got to paint our own
rooms how we wanted. It was made to look like
a log cabin, and it was on an acre and
a half of land. There were also muscadine vines and

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fruit trees in the backyard. I would spend hours walking
around in the surrounding woods after school with our family dog,
listening to music, and discovering abandoned buildings. On a sunny
spring day, I stepped out onto our back porch and
I experienced what I thought was a memory. I paid
very close attention because it wasn't like a normal memory,

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and it was very sudden and intrusive. I was taken
to a place that I had never been to in
my current life. I was experiencing this memory as myself,
and when I looked down, I could see a ball
gown that I was wearing. I could fill the corset
and the stone floor that I was standing on. I
was walking up to the ledge of a gray stoned tower.

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I laid my right elbow on the stone ledge, and
I held the frame of my face with my hand
as I gazed at the scene ahead of me. There
were miles and miles of green hills and the tallest
Italian cypress trees lined around the stone structure. The sun
spilled through the fluffy white clouds above, and I clearly
remember seeing the cloud shadows passing by in the distance.

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I felt at peace and tranquil. When I let out
a sigh, I suddenly was on the porch looking out
at the front yard in my current life. I was
confused and amazed at the same time. I have always
had an open mind since I was young, but I
never thought it was possible for me to have been
alive a few thousand years ago, or to see a
memory from another time. I remembered talking to my grandmother

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about a picture that she found from her past life
shortly after my vision. In this photo, she said she
was sitting at a desk and writing a number backwards.
I still can't remember what the number she mentioned was,
but she told me that she still wrote that number
backwards in her current life. I begged her to show
me this picture, but I never got a chance to
see it since she passed away in December of twenty twenty.

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In that exact month, thirteen years after my vision, I
would meet the love of my life that shared a
similar vision with me at the exact same time and
in the exact year. His vision would be another piece
to our past lives that we shared together. I always
thought that God or my grandmother sent him to me
to be there as I grieved her loss, And when

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he shared his vision with me, I waited and listened
before sharing mine to make sure that his vision story
was genuine. In his vision, he told me that he
was walking up to a stone tower of a castle.
He told me that he absolutely had to talk to
me because he recognized my blue eyes from the woman
standing on the tower in his vision. He said that

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she had an elegant dress on. He said it was
like a Romeo and Juliet moment, and that we were
definitely in love. However, for some reason, he was chased
away and then killed in the exact moment that he
died in the vision, he came back to his reality
in his current life. I'm assuming that when he had
his vision, it unknowingly connected to me miles away. When

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I was sixteen years old. I still don't know how
to explain this vision, and I get so many strange
looks when I explain these moments to people. However, this
was real, and the man that I am now with
and in that past life is my proof. My grandmother
was quite a spiritually gifted soul, and she was one

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of the only people in my life that truly understood
the spiritual experiences that I've had. She also had many,
and she is a part of a lot of my
experiences because I look to her for guidance. I attached
a photo of an acrylic painting that I painted depicting
what I saw from the tower in my vision. I
wish I could find the actual castle or get more

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answers about my past life. I also attached a picture
of the single red rose that bloomed under my grandmother's
favorite window on the day of her funeral. It was
December and it was not the season for roses to
bloom in the South. I am still listening to the
amazing stories on your podcast, and I'm a very big fan.

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I'll be sharing more of my experiences with you very soon.
Thank you for making such an incredible platform for so
many to share their paranormal stories. Heather. I have added
Heather's photos that she mentioned in her experience to my
blog and you can find a link to it in
the show notes. Before I continue, please consider showing your

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and I'm grateful to have you here. Now. Please stay
tuned and I'll be right back. After these brief messages,
our next experience comes to us from Charlotte, and Charlotte's
experience is called the Mimic. My father and I believe

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in the paranormal. As well as other things. We also
feel things, or we call it vibes. I make sure
not to ignore the feelings and less to my thoughts,
I also see things and sometimes ghosts, but this has
never happened to me before. It was twenty twenty three,
a day after Thanksgiving, in a small town in New Hampshire.

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There is an annual tree lighting in the center of
town to get the community together. On this day, my
family and my cousins were spread throughout a couple of
towns doing different things. There's a coffee shop next to
the tree, so before it got too busy, my cousin
and I went into the shop to get a coffee.
After we got our drinks, we sat down at a
booth overlooking the street, and my grandma and my uncle

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were twenty feet behind us, sitting at a table. We
were talking before we heard it. I heard my dad's
voice directly in my ear saying, Tim, I'm right behind you.
I turned my head so fast to look behind me
to see if my dad was there. I knew my
cousin heard it too, because she whipped her head around
as well. My uncle's name is Tim. We both looked

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at each other with a confused look, and we then chuckled.
We were both frightened, so I called my dad and
I asked him where he was, and he said, I'm
sitting at the kitchen table. We were about to leave
to come and see you. Why now, there was a
family of five about ten feet away from us. However,
that voice was my dad's, and my cousin and I

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both knew it. I have never felt so emotional when
feeling the paranormal. I could not talk about it without
crying for a month. For months after that, I talked
about it with my cousin and she said it was weird,
but she didn't really think too much into it. I've
heard stories of people hearing things and then getting emotional afterwards.
I never understood the feeling, and you cannot explain it.

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You need to experience it to feel it. Thank you
for reading my story, Charlotte. Our next experience comes to
us from Louise. Louise says Heinik. I recently sent in
a submission sharing what I believe is my alien abduction experience,

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and I was just listening to episode three sixty and
I wanted to reach out separately about Edward's past life story.
I thought you could share my story with him, like
you mentioned in the episode, and maybe it'll help him
feel more confident with his experience, which I believe is genuine.
I have recalled two of my past lives, but for
this I'm going to share the one that was the

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most impactful for me personally. About eight or nine years ago,
I had a dream that woke me from a dead sleep.
In the dream, I was sitting in a car. It
was dark outside except for street lights that gave everything
a yellowish, almost Sepia tent. I was parked in an
alley behind two buildings, and I was looking out toward
a cobblestone street. The car felt odd, like a boxy

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eighties or nineties sedan, and I was a man in
the dream. I then looked at the passenger seat and
I saw a stack of papers sitting there. And as
A looked at the papers, I felt a sense of urgency.
I couldn't remember why, but I just had an understanding
that these papers contained very important information that I needed
to get out to the public. Then a big, burly

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man appeared suddenly by my driver's window. I had the
window rolled down a bit, and at first the man
seemed friendly and I felt safe, But then he started
trying to get into the car. I tried to drive away,
but the car was moving at a snail's pace no
matter how much I pressed on the gas. The next
thing I knew, I was in the passenger seat and
this man was driving the car. I saw another man

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on the street and I started calling to him for help.
As he neared the car, I realized these two knew
each other and were working together. The second man then
pulled me out of the car, and a feeling that
I can only describe as both dread and peace simultaneously
washed over me. I thought, oh, this is where I die,

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and that's when I woke up, drenched in sweat and
trying to catch my breath. The feelings I experienced were
so real and vivid that it took me several minutes
to come back to reality. I was still that man
for a few minutes in my mind, and I was
in a different time and place, and I was sure
that someone was going to come through my windows. I
was sobbing, the feelings were so incredibly real. Eventually, though,

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I was able to calm down, reorient myself, and go
back to sleep. About a year later, I had another dream,
and in this one, I was that same young man again,
and I was being taken somewhere by men in suits
who I just knew somehow were government agents. I remember
thinking that I knew too much about something and I
had to be disposed of. But I couldn't remember what

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it was that I wasn't supposed to know. I knew
that they were taking me somewhere with a vat of acid.
But once we arrived at our destination and they took
me through a chain linked fence, I woke up. A
few years later, memories of this dream came flooding back
to me randomly, and I decided to see someone who
specialized in past life regression. During this session, I went

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back to the place from my dreams. I don't remember
everything from the regression, but I know that I saw
myself in a big news realm, and I gathered that
I was a journalist. I was working on a story
that I felt very passionate about. Everything looked like it
was from the eighties or nineties. I was a man,
and I had a best friend who was worried about
me for some reason, and we were arguing about something.

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I then went back to the night from my dreams.
I don't remember many details, just that at some point
I was on a sidewalk and the men from my
dream were beating me. I left my body and I
was looking down at myself on the sidewalk, and I
felt sadness, but I also felt an overwhelming sense of
peace before I started moving up and toward the sky.

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After this, I spent about five years looking for the
man from my dreams. I would periodically google search journalists
from the eighties and ninet who were killed during their investigations,
but nothing ever came up that matched what I remembered
or felt right. But then one day, out of the blue,
the thought entered my mind. What if he isn't on
a list because he wasn't confirmed dead. What if he

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went missing? And that's how I finally found him. I
changed up my search and I began filtering through lists
of journalists who went missing. Sadly, there are so many
journalists who have been killed or gone missing while doing
their work. However, I finally came across a young Polish
man from here. I'm going to leave you with a
link to an article I published on Medium detailing everything

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that I learned about Jerislaw Ziatara, who went missing three
years before I was born. It took me several weeks
to comb through and translate the articles and websites that
I found detailing his life and his work and the
scandal that he was investigating. Since I don't speak or
read Polish, but I wanted his story to be told.

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It felt like the least that I could do. I'll
also attach a photo of him and a photo of myself.
Please let Edward know, if you can, that he isn't alone.
The grief that you feel when you recall a past
life is unique and you carry it with you forever,
and it's very real. I try to model my values

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after Jerislaw, speaking up against injustice and following my passions,
which includes writing and researching. Even as I write this,
I'm cheering up. It's an emotional journey. Thank you for reading, Louise.
I will add the photos and the link that Louise

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mentioned in their experience to my blog, and you can
find a link to it in the show notes. Before
I bring tonight's episode to an end, i'd like to
thank all of our experiencers for coming forward with their stories,
and of course I truly appreciate each and every one
of you for listening and showing your support. With that

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being said, I hope you all have a wonderful rest
of your evening, and I'll be back in a few
short days with more tales of the Unexplained and Until then,
please remember don't wait for the unknown to come to you,
get out there and find it. Defintionation

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