Does anybody ever receive messages or signs from God, or a spiritual entity?

These can range from anything such as in dreams, synchronicities, number sightings, channelling? Meditation, etc.

I don't meditate, personally. Though I would like to, but my mind is too active and it's very hard to quiet down.

I do, however, experience two of those signs; number sightings, and synchronicities.

I often see the number "33" everywhere, on a clock, computer, something I'm reading, on signposts, in shops, etc. When I looked up the numerological meaning of 33, it often came up as to mean "wise master". I'm not going to fall into that ego trap, as there is still much to learn before I can even consider myself a "master".

So what could it mean, for me? Just because the internet states that 33 means "wise master" that doesn't necessarily mean that for me, personally. I haven't really figured it out, as of yet, but I think it is crucial. In time I may learn the "pattern" of what 33 is relating to -- in my every day life.

Synchronicities: in case you don't know what it is, basically it's a "coincidence" of sorts. For instance, you may hear a word you've never heard before, and all of a sudden you'll see it or hear it quite often. This may prompt you to look up the meaning of the word, and the meaning may relate to something that's going on in your life?

I often experience such.

I'll also try to explain something else (as it is speculation and cannot be set in stone fact):

A few nights before New Year's Eve, year 2011, I was walking along a jetty by myself. The weather was stormy, there was nobody around, and two of my foolish friends (with sexual chemistry between them) decided to go for a dip by the moonlight together. I'm not really fond of swimming at night, so this is why I walked along the jetty and was by myself, instead.

It was cloudy, and it was the "eye of the storm" where all is still. I was deep in thought, when I just happened to look up into the sky. I saw a bright light, much like a star, just sitting there, off in the distant sky. I thought it was a star, at first: then I remembered that I couldn't see them because of the cloud cover. It was sitting very still up there, almost like it was watching me? That rules out a plane or aircraft, because they tend to move, accompanied by sound.

I put it out of my mind for a while. Yes, "UFO" crossed my mind.
I headed back to shore, and when I was back I looked up again. It had disappeared. I looked around in the sky, and funnily enough it had moved! Seemingly to the opposite end of where it was before. But there it was, below the cloud cover, a shining light like a star, sitting still. I never saw it move. Perhaps it didn't, and because I was in a different spot from before, it just appears to have moved? I don't know.

Of course, there could be a rational explanation for what I saw and if anybody has an idea please let me know 

But anyway, is there anybody else here who has ever had signs from God, or experienced something that defies logic?

Remember Freedumb -

Matthew 22:14

many are called but few are chosen.

Bobby. wrote on Oct 8^th, 2014 at 7:53pm:


It can be a wee bit scary.

Bobby. wrote on Oct 8^th, 2014 at 7:53pm:


Trust him

Do a bit of research on the number 33.
Around the world and down through time - there may be variations of it that are totally different to 'wise master'.
Do be afraid to be an 'old soul' in a young body, if that is the case. Sometimes it means you are a young person interested in very old stuff.

As for the 'light' above you on that stormy night down by the Jetty (sounds cool). Well, I have no explanation when people see such things and I usually wonder about 'visually' impairing hallucinogens being used first? I know 'flecks' on the eyes sometimes has dots appear in the sky, no matter where you look.
If you see a light above you - then I guess that's the direction you take. So catch a flight somewhere and reach for the stars.
I'm a Diver. I look at the light within - that deep dark, cold 'Abyss' below.
Each to their own. A lot of North Americans see 'lights' in the Sky and it kinda relates to their 'cultural' perceptions and dreams as one of the leading nations, if not the best - in Aviation and Astronomy - its all about being a 'Star' and going up into Heaven (and leaving a Hell behind ...for the rest of us?  )

Freedumb wrote on Oct 8^th, 2014 at 9:42pm:


It's what people explained it as to me.

When I was about nine I was sent up a roof to spread pitch or something on all the bolts used to hold the roof down/in place.  It was two and a half stories high and had to climb a few ladders to get up there.  It was a skillion roof, so almost flat with a bit of a slope

My father told me in a 'listen to me' voice that under no circumstances was I to work with my back to the edge of the roof, otherwise I wouldn't see it coming and would work along the rows of bolts and then topple off the roof backwards.  I said ok, I understood and I did

But it was windy up there and that was blowing my hair into my eyes.  So I must have turned to face the wind without realising.  I'd also turned my back on the end of the roof, which was on a block of flats

No one but me up there.  Probably I was daydreaming, because it was a boring job.  Then, a long while later, I felt a hand on my back.  I pushed against it so I could move further back in order to dob the pitch on the next bolt.  But the hand wouldn't let me move back.  I shoved against it again but it still wouldn't let me move back.  Then I must have snapped out of my daydream and turned around to see who was stopping me

There was no-one there.  Just me and the wind.  But when I turned around to see who was there, I saw the end of the roof, about a metre away.  And beneath it at that end was a big hole, ready for septic tanks.  It would have been quite a fall

First thing I worried about wasn't the edge of the roof or the fall - I was just terrified in case my father had been watching and had seen me working backwards when he'd specifically warned me not to

I got back to work, overdoing the caution business in case he was watching, expecting every moment to see his head peer up above the roof edge as he came up the ladder.  I was sure I'd get a thrashing.  How could he not know I'd disobeyed.  But nothing.  He didn't show up until I'd almost finished the entire roof and he wasn't angry.  I couldn't believe my good luck

It was much later that I wondered about whose hand it had been.  It had felt like my grandfather.  But he'd died in another country a year before

Who knows


I literally 'ran away from home'.  We were en route to interstate.  The axle had broken, so we'd had to stay in a cabin-type park which was enormous.  It was almost dark when we went there and had been raining and howling for days.  I could only remember driving along a long road to the cabin and had no idea of the local geography

Saying I was going to the bathroom, which was a hundred metres or so away, I took off.  The rain was coming down in sheets, the wind howling like mad.  My sister was in on it.  We'd seen a railway station on our way through the town.  She said I should just run toward the big light in the distance, which was a shop or kiosk or something.  When I got there, I should ask someone how to get to the station.  I was supposed to send money for my sister to escape once I got to the city and found a job

I ran like mad across grass and the little private roads, keeping my eye as best I could on the light off in the distance.  The rain and wind were howling and lightning was cracking, thunder, etc.  Run, run, don't lose sight of the light.  It seemed far away.  I was tripping and falling, soaked to the skin.  But there weren't many impediments in the form of buildings, so it was mostly a clear run

I was running blindly, had no idea where I was, running flat out because I'd be dead if my parents caught me

Then, mid flight, there was a crack of lightning and in that second of illumination, I saw a cute little bridge to my side.  Fortunately I also saw what looked like a river.  Few seconds more and I would have run straight into it.  I went a bit closer, cautiously now, and saw it was a concrete sided storm water channel.  The water was almost at the top and I could see how fast it was running

The lightning had showed me the bridge -- that's what it was for, to cross the channel, I realised

Made it to the station, hopped on a train and that was the start of my new life.  Never went back

Nicely timed flash of lightning.  It saved my life.  Tempting to believe it was meant to

There are two types that I know of so far, regarding OLD SOUL.

The first is pretty obvious with people 'aging' before their years due to substance abuse. They look tired and old from all the wear and tear they put themselves through. They look into the mirror and wonder where the years went by?

There are those that hold onto something from the past and it too can 'wear' a person down and age them. Revenge or bitterness because of something that happened to them when a child. It goes 'round and round' down through the years and weighs heavily upon their soul, like a 'Ring' that needs to be "let go" (Frodo). Sometimes things like this are basis for cultures and their existence.

Then there is the person who is just into old stuff or things of the past be it for physical or mental reasons. Ancient civilisations, Prehistoric eras, old furniture, etc. I find this a more positive aspect of OLD SOUL. Kids who grow up with more of an influence by old people, than young, tend to exhibit that 'old soul' influence. OLD SOULS can also be known as 'Late Bloomers', people who come into their own in the latter part of their lives.

Oh well, I guess that's really 'three' then.


Because Humanity is still developing as a species. Our minds are still developing too and I'm pretty sure there is room for improvement in ways that no University knows or has recorded. I love Neurosurgery stuff and how the brain works. Being in the Theatres holding people's heads while the Surgeons screwed in large braces with sharp points into the skull was pretty neat too. 
Coming off 'Anti-Depressants' in a cold-turkey way, I was able to experience absolute 'hallucination'. I've seen patients experience such with various other medicinals, like Tramadol. Watching them reach out for something and their eyes seeing something that isn't really there.
The Mind can play some amazing tricks.
People who have done damage to the brains via long usage of alcohol and narcotics also 'see things' and hallucinate, but I believe this is due to a lack of the brain to 'relate' to the reality around it ...well, that's a lengthy subject.
My hallucinations were, to me - as real as could be. Only my common sense and knowing the circumstance that I was going through kept me from ...well, I soon came to my senses. I would close my eyes, but in my mind - I was still awake for all sorts of nightmarish experiences to unfold.
I did this on a number of occasions (in relation to my counselling as well ) - as a sort of 'experiment' upon my self.

Of hallucinations, tricks of the mind - happening because of no substance influence and correlate to the circumstance at hand. Well, sometimes 'past experiences' in relation to dangerous situations come back as that '6th Sense' which is now commonly recognised by many people who work in dangerous professions, like Rescue Workers. Its like the peripherial vision of the mind - allowing you to see/recognise/remember something from the corner of your eye at a glance. Body Memory is also a major factor that contributes, where your hand darts out like reflex and does something before you even thought about it or had time to think about it.

I think people use more than 10% of their brains. Different people use different parts, like an Artist would use the part most for 'visual', while a Politician would use the part more to do with 'speech'. Einstein was a smart man, but stupid in many other ways. He just used the part of his mind that he needed the most. I sometimes wonder 'how' smart he was, considering he used to work in a Patents Office where he had every opportunity to go through everyone's 'Theories & Ideas' as a basis for his own stuff - of which he was just about 'Theorism' himself  Its debatable.

I reckon Stephen Hawkins is a good example of a Brain & Mind that is exceedingly developed. I say this, because I reckon it compensates him for his lack of 'physical' ability.

Something lost is something gained.

Lots of Deaf people do Art because what they lose in hearing, they enhance in their sight.
Like Blind people can hear a pin drop and a lot become Musicians.

This is what I call "Following your strength, not chase your weakness".
To me - physically handicapped people who enter Para-Olympics, I tend to see as those who chase something down the track that they lost long ago.
Maybe if Oscar Pretorius went for some University Degrees rather than Gold Medals, he may not have been stupid enough to shoot his girlfriend on the toilet? 

But its all about 'choice' and if people want to, via technology or whatever, get back what they have lost - well good for them.

If someone told you that you can't swim or you will die.
Would you fight it to prove them wrong or say "Ok, I'm off to get my Pilot's license instead." ?
Both ways are worthy.