1. This happened a couple years ago, the most recent and honestly hardest to explain of all my experiences. I was sitting here at my desk. My monitor was on a monitor stand, which was well below eye-level of course, and on that monitor stand I had a few objects I'd just gotten from my friend that day while helping her move. These objects consisted of three almandine garnet crystals of varying sizes and one strange little bracelet made of beads with some sort of biblical imagery on them, Jesus and stuff. The crystals were sitting inside the bracelet and...well, here, I just now took a picture of how I had them arranged, that's easier than describing it. LINK As you can see, those garnets weren't going to roll away or anything as the chunky bracelet contained them quite effectively. Ok, so there they were just sitting there, and I'm sitting at my desk, and for some reason I turned to my left, away from my computer. I had my whole body turned to the side so my back was to this stuff. Suddenly, something pelts me in the upper back. I look around to see what it was and discover it was one of those garnets. It had to gain elevation to hit me in the back and it hit me fairly hard...even if it could have rolled off my desk, it couldn't have hit me that way. I live alone. The bracelet and other two garnets remained unmoved on the monitor stand. Nothing else fell down or anything. So that was the day Jesus threw a rock at me I guess. (I now keep that creepy bracelet locked in a wooden box. No I'm not superstitious. The garnets have been well-behaved members of my mineral collection ever since.)

2. I do a lot of stargazing so I'm pretty familiar with how objects in the sky move, planes and satellites and meteorites and so forth. One night I saw a light moving pretty quickly through the sky which I assumed was either a satellite or a very high-altitude aircraft. I watched it just because it was the only thing moving up there. Suddenly, it made a very rapid 90-degree turn, without appearing to change its speed at any point, and then continued on its new course until it was out of sight. Just, zip, suddenly it was going the other way. As far as I know, no aircraft we have can maneuver like that. I believe that was the night a major satellite was deorbited though, so my best guess is that what I saw was a large piece of it perhaps breaking off perpendicular to the main body of the craft and burning up just as the first piece blinked out? I can't seem to imagine that really looking the way I saw it (it really appeared to be one object changing direction suddenly) but it's the best explanation I can come up with.

3. Ok, this one was a long time ago at scout camp. We had these very simple wood cabins we stayed in with an open door at one end and bunks in the corners. The walls were of solid construction, not like a house where there are gaps between studs filled with insulation. Just solid wood, logs or whatever, but quite thin. Every night when we went to bed, the knocking would start, loud and rhythmic, although the rhythm would vary. It occurred at one specific point on the wall and sounded like it came from outside or inside the wall (obviously we watched and made sure there wasn't a kid knocking on it; it wasn't even near a bunk, it was the center of a plain, undecorated wall in a pretty empty room). Of course most of the kids freaked out the first time this happened, so we ran over and got the counselors from their cabin to check it out. There were no tree branches or anything anywhere near the exterior. No kids or animals or anything. It was easy enough to get a view of both sides of the wall pretty much at once since one end had that open door; no one would have been able to run out of view before you could catch a glimpse of them. Yet the knocking continued, even as we watched, apparently from inside the wall. I was the only kid who would stay in that cabin the whole week because I just thought it was exciting and fascinating. Some of the others went to other cabins or went home early. I've talked to people who went to the same camp in their youth and remember that cabin with the knocking. My best guess with this one is it was a prank conducted by the counselors, perhaps a device implanted in the wall, although I remember looking for seams or hidden doors and not finding one. And why the heck would the counselors want to deal with a bunch of whiny, crying kids every night? They seemed as confused and flustered as the rest of us. So yeah, I'm still not saying it was ghosts. But it was one of those things everyone would say was ghosts.

When working in the hospital back then, my collegues from pediatric ICU always used to play with the Quija Board in their breaks. They encountered death in so many ways every day, they were curious. I was too young to give it a second thought at that time yet who knows?

Did I ever encounter paranormal activities in general? Perhaps. Once, I had a fierce fight with my former boy friend at the breakfast table. Usually a very calm and serene person, I felt so furious that I had the feeling all the rage would pour out of my breast. Suddenly, I heard a loud swearing and a clink and I saw my opposite blotted with marmelade. The teaspoon somehow flew out of the marmelade glass and hit him. Wow! Telekinesis of some kind? Or was the spoon on a strange angle anyway? Yet would it have covered such a stretch od distance? I don´t know, only that I certainly produced a lot of energy unable to contain in me at that time……

All other incidences I had were strictly connected to my cats. Premonitions, strange dreams, vibes. That´s the reason why my HA depicted below is smiling and weeping.

So for example when my first cat ever died, my beloved Mandy, only with 18 months, I had a feeling for weeks she would sit on my left shoulder. I even could feel the weight. It was somehow reassuring yet I was very young and dismissed it as wishful thinking.

13 years later when my second cat ever, Frida, crossed the rainbow bridge, I always had the feeling she wouldn´t adjust very good in the new realm she had entered. One day, in our new flat (we had to move one day after Frida left us), I felt some buzzing vibes around me and no, I still saw no ghost yet felt her presence - and the presence of other beings, beings which helped her adjust, which she let me feel for reassurance. It only lasted a minute yet it was a moment I´ll always remember fondly. I know she´ll be okay. Waiting for me? I don´t know. Do they wait? Do they go on?

My beloved cat Kea who I think is one of my soulmates crossed the rainbow bridge with only 6,5 years, renal failure. We worked with sbq fluids (infusions) for one year yet when the kidneys failed for good, she fell into a coma. I was so devastated. That very night, I had a very strange dream, one so real and vibrant and peculiar, I never had one like this before. With an elevator, it went down down down and then the door opened and I stand in a room with indifferent temperature, somehow greyish and there was no air turbulence: if you went some steps there, no wearable was moving and such. It smelled like when you are ironing with damp. Is this hell, I thought. Feels like it somehow. Yet what is hell anyway? If this was hell, it was more a kind of waiting room. There were bistro tables and all kind of beings were standing around, waiting. However, you couldn´t exactly see them. You could see something yet it was more like a … signature? I recognized Kea at once nevetheless. She was always a very vocal cat and told me all would be good, it would be okay to be there for her and no need to be sad. She was very vehement about this. I wasn´t allowed to stay long and had to go soon yet I felt much better the next day. And during the first year, I dreamed about her now and then. She always was out, at the terrace or the garden, and told me things. She wanted me to look after another cat which was sick (she was right and we didn´t know it at the time; it was her brother). She showed me she would be an ice bear for some time. She told me she has tasks to do. And every time I saw her again, our terrace door closed a bit more until it remained closed and I didn´t see her again. I am so longing to yet I think she has left the spheres perhaps in which it was possible for her to communicate like this.

When our dear Tana crossed the rainbow bridge last September after a year of chemotherapy, the brave one, we were determined to not adopt another cat into our trio. However, his friend Palila was so sad and so we deceided to look for a little companion for her yet didn´t find one. One night, I dreamed the terrace door dream and a light colored cat queen shoved a puny kitten in our direction, it was an only child. The next night, I had the same dream yet Tana appeared, too, letting us feel this would be the kit for us. We had almost relinquished our plans to adopt a Balinese kitten (because Palila and Lihue are Balineses, bred and rescue, as well) there were none in Germany and the Netherlands available at the time.
Suddenly, the next day, I got a mail from a breeder, telling me she would have an only kit in a litter and it would be very tiny yet if I would be interested, I could visit him! This I did and when I drove down to take him home, he was still so small he fitted into my hand even when 3 months old. Unbelievable he is 5300 grams now, LOL Strange dreams brought him into our family and he fits in like he would always have been here. And after joining our family, he stopped eating normal food the breeder recommended, he only eats the food Tana loved and which we already bundled up to give it away because he only ate food which contained fruit pieces like mango, ananas, passion fruit, kiwi and other strange ingredients like quinoa, aloe and such. In all the years, and with many cats, we only had these two males eating this very special cat food.

So, I told you a lot of very personal things in this post yet it´s a protected area here and I feel we are friends so I am sure you won´t laught at me..... :-)