And your evidence for this dismissive statement j0hn52?

If parallel universes do exist, you may be getting glimpses of those.

Purpledaffodil - j0hn52 isn't making a claim of any sort - so it's not up to him to provide the evidence - the burden of proof has to be on the believer.

He is saying, as I would, that there is no reason to think that any of those things exist - apart from wishful thinking - that's all.

Oh, they exisit alright, take it from me. I worked nights in a Nursing Home for years and have seen and heard so many things that could not be explained for me not to believe. One experience I had was as follows.
I was standing beside a bathroom door. Stuck to the door with those sticky pad things, was a wooden bath with shower over so the Residents knew what it was. Now, you would think that if the sticky stuff gave way, the sign would just drop to the floor next to the door. Oh no, this one flew off the door, whistled past my ear and landed about ten feet down the corridor, as if some unseen hand had thrown it. Ooh spooky.

The 'supernatural' does not exist.

That sounds like a 'claim' to me...

And me Ana.

1 [REPORTING VERB] State or assert that something is the case, typically without providing evidence or proof:
OED definition of claim.
Certainly I think this describes what he is doing feetle. And I did write "statement". Shall I define that too?

No, I'm with John. It's just a statement and we will all have to just disagree on this one, as it can't be proven.

Actually, I'd rather be able to believe in witchcraft, if anything. They sound as if they have a far more exciting time. I try not to be rude to my sister. No, I do manage not to be rude to my sister, but since my BiL died, to hear her speak she is constantly surround by a posse of dead relatives of ours, all dedicating their angelic time to looking after her (unlike me, is her implication) and her own personal angels. She obviously finds it very comforting, but I want to give her a good shake sometimes.

1 [REPORTING VERB] State or assert that something is the case, typically without providing evidence or proof:
OED definition of claim
Think that is what he was doing feetle?
And I did write "statement".
Shall I define that too?

feetlebaum of the if I can't see it and I can't measure it, it doesn't exist, I actually wondered when you were going to comment on this subject.

I do think there are things out there that we can not explain and would like to think angels exist too

I'm just surprised not to have read 'there are more things in heaven and earth Horation' etc etc

I wasn't going to comment on this thread as I am in my usual place: on the fence. However, one for the disbelievers: I was travelling, in a car, with my boyfriend and his friend (I was about 16 at the time). We were going from Birmingham to Nottingham one evening to pick up a record player (we arrived around 6pm-ish). I had never been to Nottingham before. On the way back, a thick fog had descended making visibility extremely poor (you could barely see the dashboard!). I thought my boyfriend's friend was driving a little too fast and I had asked him to slow down a couple of times. Then, out of the blue, I shouted (really shouted) 'stop - there's an island in front of us'. He didn't slow or stop quickly enough and the car bumped violently up something - it was an island (or roundabout, I should say, for non-Brummies). Both young men looked at me like I was a witch! That seriously unnerved me (and still does a bit). How can that be explained?

Horation is Horatio's cousin before anyone thinks I've made yet another typo and didn't bother to proof-read before hitting the post button

As a child of 11 sitting alone in my bedroom a musical box that sat on the window sill just started to play.
It had been given to me by a very loved Aunt that had cancer. To be honest it made me jump but I checked my watch it was 7.10 as I was waiting for a TV programme to come on.
It was later that evening there was a knock at the door. It was my uncle to tell us that my Aunt had passed away at 7.10. I believe it was her way of saying goodbye.

I know of someone in the airforce in WW2 who told me of an incident on the road in East Yorkshire.
His plane crashed on the top of a hill, hitting a lorry coming up the other way. Fortunately he was on leave when it happened, but the rest of the crew were killed.
A few years ago he found out exactly where it happened, and there is now a memorial to the rest of his crew.
One day, a couple were driving along that road, and stopped in the lay-by. They got out of the car and saw a young man in uniform walking across the field towards them. He said hello, told them his name was John, then disappeared. They looked around, then saw the memorial. They had no connection whatever to the area, but they go every year now to the service.

greenfinch well said.

And you've reminded me - a few years ago, I was instrumental in finding the husband of a friend a job, he had been out of work for 3 years, she confided in me one day how difficult things were getting and how he was sinking into depression. Later that week my brother-in-law said he was looking for a particular discipline for a new construction project (in Dubai), I said I can give you someone fast, and the rest is his-story . To this day when she sees me, she says "Here comes my special angel".

Lovely experience Grannyknot.And it just shows the value of being open. If your friend had not been open with you ,you would not have been able to be an angel to her.

Similar thing happened to me Garednisy. A couple of days before my mother passed away I was just dropping off to sleep when the jewellry box I have in my drawer started to play. I haven't wound it up for years, and I hadn't opened the drawer, so no vibrations had affected it. I had the distinct impression that my grandfather was telling me he was waiting for mum.

I believe that once you're dead, you're dead but my partner and I had a strange experience about a year after my beloved 86 yro dad died. We were driving home from a restaurant and my partner said "oh, I had a funny dream about your dad last night"' and as he said it I had a mental flash of my dad sitting half way up a tree on our garden, looking towards our house, and it included what he was wearing. I was just about to blurt out to my partner "don't tell me, you saw dad half way up a tree" when I stopped myself because it sounded so silly. My partner then said "I saw your dad sitting on a branch on a tree in the garden". I was speechless with shock but we went on to compare what we "saw" and it was the same tree, and he was wearing the same clothes. The only thing I didn't get was that in my partners dream my dad said to him "I can see Lelly from here".
So is my dear dad still looking after me even after he's gone?

I am a Christian and so I am a firm believer in the Afterlife. I had a very strange experience a couple of months ago. I suddenly felt compelled to go through some papers of my parents' which were in an old handbag of my Mum's in the wardrobe. My parents died in 1985 and 1990. Inside the bag I found my parents' marriage certificate, which I had never seen before. I knew which year my parents got married, but didn't know the precise date. When I looked at the certificate, I realised that the date was that very same day I found it!
I have had other similar experiences before so it seems more than a coincidence!

There's an awful lot that we don't know, that's all I know.
I believe I've seen a ghost, but haven't seen an angel. I have heard and read several accounts of others meeting an angel though and I don't disbelieve them.

Whenever I was unwell as a child, measles, tonsils, mumps etc and as I was beginning become better I used to 'see' a small black boy running down a long road. Now in those days I didn't know any black people at all and this was from about 4 years old until around 11

I thought no more of it until my eldest son was very poorly with tonsillitis - he was 3, I went to his room to check him and he was sitting up pointing at the end of his bed saying 'Mummy who's that little boy with brown skin?' od course there was no one there. Again when my eldest daughter was 7 she was in hospital with meningitis I had to leave her overnight as I was feeding a baby at home. I went in one morning and the nurse pulled me to one side and said that she had been delirious through the night shouting at a boy to stop jumping on the bed. When I asked my daughter she said he was a little black boy.

A good ten years later I accompanied my friend to a psychic fair, not really for myself but to keep her company. There was a woman standing with a crowd around her talking about Spirit guides. I stood at the back listening. She pointed to me saying ' Your Spirit Guide is with you, he is an African Child who wanted to be a doctor but died before he could realise his dreams'
I just went cold and my hair on my neck stood on end.

I feel comforted that there may be something, and I suppose that I do want to believe in Angels.

4 and a half years ago I had an operation that unfortunately for me nearly cost my life. As i was recovering and wide awake I distinctly remember having a conversation in my head with an angel, guide spirit person or call them what you like but the person I was having this conversation with was definately not on this plane. What this person said I cannot remember but I do remember they were there to console me and to stop me worrying and being frightened. I remember that this "persons" vocabulary was very" old english" and used words I had never heard of before. I can remember a huge wave of contentment rushing over me and feeling very wise. I can also remember understanding how everyone close to me ticked and why they behaved in certain ways. It was a life changing experience for me I just new without any shadow of doubt that i would be fine and the angel had come to reassure me. I understand that people will say it was the side effects from the anaesthetic but I definately no it wastnt.

What a fascinating thread. I've had some strange experiences in my life. One that I've just thought of was a few years back when I was researching my family history. I was looking for a definite link to an early 20th century journalist who was interested in spiritualism. My grandmother had always said we were distantly related. I was in a secondhand bookshop and amongst the paperback novels I spotted an old hardback with a blue binding. I took it down and it was a book about spiritualism and the afterlife by this very same man! I took it to the desk to ask what it would cost (it had no price on it anywhere), the shop keeper looked curiously at the book, asked where I'd found it and said he'd never seen it before in his life and gave it to me! I felt shivers down my spine.
When I was a child we lived in a house which we all felt was haunted. Lights would go on and off when no one was in the room, there were mysterious cold spots in the house and you would walk into a room and find it flooded with a strong perfume which would then vanish.
One evening I was sitting in the kitchen with my mother watching tv. I suddenly saw a shadow cross the bottom of the door meaning someone must be in the hall outside (no one else was actually in the house at the time). I was too terrified to say anything but a moment later my mother whispered to me to get behind her because she thought someone was in the hall and she got the poker and opened the door ready to bash someone, but there was no one there! When we compared experiences we realised the shadow we had seen had crossed in opposite directions!
Eek, I don't want to go to bed now!!

I'm of the opinion that there are still bits of science we don't know, and that the mysteries of time are part of this, that those who have gone before can connect with us.

My Mum had quite a strong psychic gift.
When I was about 12, she told me about a nightmare she had featuring 11 and 9 silver coins that were horrendously unlucky and linked with something dreadful, that I had to remember it, I would one day know what it meant, but nobody else would.
9/11 took place on what would have been my Silver wedding anniversary, Mum had died almost ten years to the day before that. Mum also told a neighbour who told her that she had started the menopause early, that she was mistaken, and was pregnant with a blond haired blue eyed boy (spot on).

I had a very 'real' dream where the beloved dog I had to rehome due to quarantine laws welcomed me as I came home. I am convinced she came to say goodbye when she passed.
I've sometimes accurately predicted things myself, I now usually keep my mouth shut, as it's not always what people want to hear.
Someone parked a car on their drive for repair and let the insurance lapse. I told them that it was a bad move, that the car would be vandalised and they would lose it. They pooh-pooed it as things like that don't happen in their area. Unfortunately I was right and they were wrong.