From time to time I've read the posts on this site, hoping to see if I can find experiences similar to my own. I've gone from believing that anything supernatural we encounter that is not from god is demonic, to not believing in the supernatural at all, to my current state where I am slowly opening up to different possibilities. The events of last Friday have finally prompted me to join this site.
I was in a café with my friend at lunch time after classes. We'd been talking for a few hours about some problems my family was having. Nothing special or mysterious. At one point he went to the toilet, came back, and then shortly afterward I felt something difficult to describe. I was gripped by some sort of intense emotion that seemed to overwhelm and totally confuse me. I had no idea where it came from, and nor, was I able, to describe what it was. I was not even capable of making a decision as simple as whether or not I wanted to go home; nothing seemed to make sense and my friend was very concerned.
"What happened?" he asked, "This has all come about in the last few seconds, what's going on?"
I was deeply unsettled and he suggested talking a walk, so we left the café. I started to feel better, but at one point I was so overwhelmed again that I had to stop walking and breathe until I felt calmer. All the while I had this strange feeling in the centre of my forehead. It felt warm, but not the way it does when you have a temperature. It was a kind if heightened sense of awareness, like for instance, when you exercise a muscle and it feels sort of warm, and you are aware of its presence in a way that you were not before. That's the best way I can think to describe it.
The reason this disturbed me so much was that the last time something like this happened was only a month ago. I was at another friend's house, and this time it was at night. Their dog suddenly started barking and going crazy, and I had a very strange feeling, so I asked what the dog was barking at. I was told that it was just a balloon in that room that had been left over from a party - apparently this dog doesn't like balloons. The balloon was removed, I believe, and the dog let outside to calm down.
The next night it happened again. The dog was in the same room going ballistic at about the same time as the previous night. I went in to check on him - and there were no balloons. The dog was clearly quite distressed. It had focused firmly on one spot in the room and barked very aggressively; quite out of character for a dog that is normally very friendly. I had a very strange feeling as I entered that room - a similar kind of warmth in my head. The dog eventually ran off, terrified. The feeling I had was very powerful, and I went back into the kitchen to make sure that I hadn't left the gas on!
I am wondering if someone who has more knowledge in this area can give me their view on these experiences, and perhaps some advice. I'm just your average uni student, really. I don't understand what these feelings are, or where they're coming from. I don't know if they are dangerous, either, because I tend to feel either very rattled or emotionally unbalanced afterward. Eventually it does go away, though the warm feeling in my forehead lately, lasts for a few more hours afterward.
The last experience I want to talk about happened some years ago when I was still a high school student, maybe around 15 years of age. I was sitting in the back seat of my dad's car, which is an automatic. My mum was driving his car that day, though. I was sort of lost in my own little world, when this quiet voice interrupted my thoughts. All it said was: "Tell mum she's driving dad's car." I was a little surprised, but then thought nothing of it and dismissed it as one of my own thoughts, if it was a bit strange.
About ten minutes later, I don't know exactly what happened, but the car jerked and shuddered and mum suddenly shouted: "Oh! I forgot I was driving your dad's car!" My mother normally drive a manual. A little light clicked on in my head, reminding me of something. "Wait a minute..." I thought, and then proceeded to tell my mother and sister what had happened. Needless to say, they didn't believe me. Later, my mother decided that it must have been god. But to be honest, I don't know if it was. Whatever it was, it certainly meant no harm, but I've never heard that voice since.