Who Was the Mysterious Taxi Driver?

I thought I’d share something that took place a while ago, it was one of those fun things that happen from time to time.

A friend and I were going to the house I had lived in from the time I was a child 40+ years ago. We were in a nearby city, the house was a 20 minute drive away, and so we booked a taxi, and after a short wait it arrived to take us there.


Not the actual taxi, the photo is from another town and a different taxi company, but the driver looked similar

The driver was about 60 years old and had white hair, he was quite friendly and started chatting straight away. I had never met him before and he said he was from another town about 25 miles away, that he was new here and he hadn’t been around this area long. He said he was just filling in for someone else, and that he hadn’t driven the taxi to my town before, but he would take us there.

He spoke about how nice it used to be years ago when life and the towns we lived in were much simpler, and he spoke about when people worked in a factory and made tools in the area. I answered that my father used to work in a factory as a toolmaker and the taxi driver replied that Lucas was a good factory. I agreed, as that was where my father worked, but it didn’t occur to me to ask him how he came to mention the name of the factory.

I sat in the back seat and as he spoke he kept turning around to look at me, which was a bit dangerous. He referred to me as Mark even though I hadn’t told him my name, and went on to say that it was difficult working shifts at night in those days, and I replied that my father used to work night shifts and found it difficult.

Then he continued and said that they were nice times when you were a child and you used to go up the lane ‘out the back’ on your bike when you were seven, and I answered that it was, and my father bought the bike for me.

The taxi driver continued and said how the gears broke on my bike, he went into detail about the fault and how my dad fixed it in the garden. At that point we reached our destination, we got out and he drove away.

As I watched him drive off it occurred to me that I hadn’t told him my name and yet he had been addressing me by it. I wondered how he knew so much about my past almost 40 years earlier, and I wondered why I didn’t think at the time to ask him how he knew what he did.

But what really made me wonder was that only my father and I knew about him repairing the broken gears in the garden, no one else was there.

By | 2015-08-13T09:46:09+00:00 June 6th, 2014|autobiographical|95 Comments

About the Author:

Mark Pritchard is an author and founder of the modern revival of the ancient Religion of the Sun. He's been teaching since 1990, has been dedicated to spiritual practice for decades, and has had metaphysical experiences since childhood. He has authored a number of books on out-of-body experiences, consciousness, and spiritual awakening, including an earlier edition of The Astral Codex which became a bestseller in its genre, and Gazing into the Eternal which was a finalist in the Best Book Awards 2009 in spirituality. He has appeared on over 70 radio and television programs internationally, and writes with the name Belsebuub, which is the name of his spirit/soul/consciousness.


  1. Karim January 28, 2016 at 11:09 pm - Reply

    Recently I was looking for some videos on dreams etc. but came across this video of a woman who accidentally got bitten by a snake during a hike and how her prayers for help were answered by events and the help of an unknown man. It reminded me of the blog post of the Taxi driver and other stories people shared in the comments. So I thought I’d post it as it might be a nice addition to the page when someone’s looking back at this post.

    • Lucia January 29, 2016 at 1:16 pm - Reply

      Beautiful, thanks Karim!

  2. Maria December 14, 2014 at 6:05 am - Reply

    Very interesting stories and now here’s one regarding my younger brother. We lived in a neighborhood where many homes were abandoned to construct a new Mall on the spot. One of these homes was a tall structured one where most of the kids used to hide-and-seek for fun.

    One day, my brother and one of the neighborhood bullies were in a heated argument at which time the bully told him to run and hide else he’d whip the hell out of him. My brother ran to the tall home and found himself smack at the top of the roof, with the bully at his heels. The bully’s siblings came in to join in the fun and succeeded in pushing him to the edge and right off the house. As my brother fell in slow motion off the home, he turned his body to fall face first and noticed a man standing at the bottom, with open arms. Catching him, the man placed him on the ground and because my brother sat shaken and in disbelief for a few seconds, when he turned to thank the gentleman, he was gone from sight. This man was not a neighbor and my brother said he had never seen him in his life.

    The other thing that happen to him is something so incredible and amazing that I find his story to be very interesting and extremely fascinating. This event occurred when we were on our way back from visiting our grandparents in Mexico, and because the trip took three days by car back in 1965, it was customary for us to stop at truck stops to eat lunch and stretch our legs. Since the kids were always the first to finish eating, my brother decided to go play on the railroad tracks near the eating grounds while everyone else finished their lunch. He had just finished getting over a serious cold and his ears were quite plugged still so when an oncoming train tooted its horn to get his attention, he couldn’t hear clearly so continued playing. I remember my mom and all of us hollering at him and running towards him to save him from the impending disaster, but of course, he didn’t hear us. Suddenly out of nowhere, my brother was flying through the air and landed near us. Of course the day was hot and muggy and without even a cool breeze to cool anybody down so we all wondered how he was able to fly without a strong wind to push him off the tracks.

    It wasn’t till about 20 years later that he could talk about that mysterious day and here’s what he saw that we didn’t. Apparently, when he didn’t hear the train, he wondered why we were all running towards him with such frightful looks on our faces, at which time he saw something, or someone else on the same tracks. Some kid who looked just like him, he said, was there in his face, smiling at him. Just before they were both about to be struck by the train, his twin look-alike pushed him off the tracks, which is why he looked to us to be thrown by a strong gust of wind. Being the most amazing thing I have heard in my life, I wonder why these saviors seem to appear to my younger brother, lending him a helping hand when he is just a quite, simple janitor with a super happy personality.

    • Geraldine December 15, 2014 at 1:52 pm - Reply

      wow thanks Maria for sharing! Quite amazing events your brother took place in.. There are so many things we don’t know about life, angels, the power of love and all of its opposites as well. But it gives such a boost to learn more and discover what we can while we are here.

      Thanks again for sharing 🙂

    • David December 15, 2014 at 10:56 pm - Reply

      Amazing, thanks Maria!

    • Lucia December 16, 2014 at 9:40 pm - Reply

      Amazing indeed! It is interesting what you wrote about your brother, that he is “just a quite, simple janitor with a super happy personality”. I noticed there is something special about these “super happy people”, as if they were connected to some kind of invisible source of happiness and love. Maybe that’s the reason the angels are always near him. 😉

  3. Jenny June 17, 2014 at 10:15 am - Reply

    Thanks Mark for sharing this story, I enjoyed reading it.

    It’s awesome how your story inspired others to tell similar type stories. I’ve enjoyed reading them all.

    These stories are all amazing examples of those mysterious events in life where nothing else except the existence of the spiritual can explain it 🙂

  4. Shane June 14, 2014 at 9:53 am - Reply

    After many years of searching and finding what I had been looking for, I was soon after visited by an Angel of Death. It appeared very large, maybe twelve feet tall or more, and was the archetypal ‘grim reaper’, with large black gown, no face and large scythe. I woke up immediately after it left.

    I told no one. I was puzzled why my life was to be cut short after finally finding a meaning and purpose to it. For about three days I continued to do the normal things I needed to do to survive in the mundane world, but I was on heightened alert expecting the next car to knock me down and kill me, suffer a heart attack, serious illness, or endure some unfortunate accident etc. At night I expected he would come and take me in my sleep and the next day people will find me dead in bed.

    I realized and was forced to accept that with all my vanity and fake confidence in the world of people, I had absolutely no confidence, control or choice in this matter and that the Angel of Death had full ‘power’ and ‘control’ over my life. There was no point in me trying to ‘dodge’ or hide from him. I knew he would get me wherever I was, and whenever he needed to fulfill his duty. I was really at a loss about what to do. It was too late for repentance. It was too late for regrets. I could be as tough as I want to the rest of the world, but in the end it was all fake. I wandered aimlessly and the world seemed to become more lifeless as the days went on. I got some respite absorbing the blue sky, green grass, fluffy clouds and song of birds, but deep down I knew it would all be over very soon. I blended with the rest of the world and fulfilled meaningless tasks to get through the day. There was no point talking to anyone about this. How could anyone possibly help me against such a powerful Angel? I felt I had run out of time and lamented that I had wasted so much already.

    After nearly three days were up, I was told that a friend had left the country to attend to the death of his father. Immediately I knew the Angel was not for me, not yet.

    I wondered ‘why bother coming to me at all if it was not my time yet?’ I didn’t know this person who had died, at least not in this life, as far as I knew. I wanted to ask the Angel but was too worried to call upon him, in case he changed his mind.

    • Paty June 14, 2014 at 11:29 am - Reply

      That must be a very confronting sight to behold.
      I like what you say about we really have no control and there is no point in trying to avert something when our time is up.
      Thanks for sharing.

    • Geraldine December 15, 2014 at 3:44 pm - Reply

      Thanks for sharing Shane.. I think though that the time of our death may be able to be changed. That is, if we change something within, and if we continue to change and fight for it and if this is enough to get a delay in our time of death so to speak. I remember when I was told that I had at most 2-3 months to live if I did not start treatment right away and without me knowing, my father was told I may not even be able to even survive the hardship of the treatment. I would have ocasional night terrors where I would wake up screaming and screaming in fright but not remembering what the dream/nightmare was about. It was definitely unsettling and it was before I found these amazing teachings by Belsebuub so I did not know even that you could change or that dreams could hold meaning.. I was a bit of an atheist back then, though not rejecting God but thinking that I could not know if the spiritual existed untiil I was dead and I did not know that you could verify the existence of life outside the body, of spiritual beings and demons while alive. But one night, I felt so weak, so sick and really close to the end that I felt like praying to the Universe/God and prayed from my heart. Something I had never really done before (reciting prayers I did as a young child but praying from my heart I can’t remember ever doing with such genuine feeling ever before). I remember sliding off my bed slowly as able and kneeling down, and asking for strength to go through it all, even if it was to die. Believe me, I was actually surprised that’s what I was asking as I prayed as I did not know this was what I was going to ask when I started to pray, yet this is exactly what felt right.. That strength. All of a sudden, I felt this amazing pure and powerful love completely enveloping me. It was love in such a pure & simple form. I was not alone, and I felt surrounded, enveloped in the best hug EVER 🙂 I knew right then I was going to be healed and that there existed a spiritual realm we could be part of, that was not far from us if we reached out unselfishly. Well that was the understanding I got from that moment. And then I started to make a miraculous recovery. Somehow I also wanted to feel more of this spiritual coonection. I stopped doing certain things and change other habits. One of them being no longer eating pork, somehow it felt wrong. It was all very strange and unreal and I came across Belsebuub’s teachings within less than 6 months after that experience. I do feel that I am on borrowed time though and in a sense you are right that our time of Death is pre-determined. But I think that everyday we get a chance to change that as we have that ability to feed the spirit over the materialistic.. At least that’s what my experience taught me, so I thought to share 🙂

      • David December 15, 2014 at 10:51 pm - Reply

        Thanks so much for sharing that experience Gege, very inspiring!

      • Jenny December 16, 2014 at 12:51 am - Reply

        Such a beautiful experience, Geraldine! Thanks so much for sharing. I can really relate to a lot of the things that surprised you through your ordeal — the unexpected prayers, the feeling of care enveloping you just when all hope seems lost, and the feeling of keeping on on borrowed time. The presence and care of the divine is so miraculous, even if unseen. I’m so thankful for the lessons experiences like this (both yours and Shane’s) hold.

      • Paty December 16, 2014 at 8:34 am - Reply

        Thank you Geraldine.

      • Karim December 16, 2014 at 12:38 pm - Reply

        Thanks for sharing that Geraldine.

      • Christos December 17, 2014 at 8:34 pm - Reply

        Thanks for sharing Geraldine.

  5. Roy S June 12, 2014 at 10:41 am - Reply

    What a lovely story Mark, many thanks for sharing. It makes me wonder who the taxi driver really was and how did he know all these things about you? These little encounters really make you question a lot and give life that magical touch. When I was younger I felt more in touch with this and at the time I knew it was something very important to keep connected with. As time passed and I grew up, that sense slowly eroded without me even noticing it. Your encounter and what others have written made me feel that sense of magic again and the importance of being watchful and open wherever I go. Things might happen and when I’m not present or I’m engulfed in my own world, I’ll miss it.

    This makes me remember a meeting with a strange person back in 1999. I was already home and my mum and her friend came in with a rather strange looking guy. He was very odd but I was polite as he is my mums guest. He introduced himself and the first few lines thereafter we regarding my room. He told me; I came down a few minutes ago and my bed-sheet was red and he continued to describe my room in great detail. I found this strange and my mum confirmed later that he was never in the house before. The things he told me later perplexed me even more. He described several situations which at the time I could not believe were going to happen. They happened anyway and one event took place 4 years later. What struck me the most was the fact that he told me I should not waste my sexual energies and that the devil is in music, I should be careful what I listen to. It sounded very odd at the time but only later I realised the importance of what he told me.

    • Julian Kingman June 12, 2014 at 2:36 pm - Reply

      Wow, that’s a really interesting story, Roy.

    • Lucia June 12, 2014 at 8:06 pm - Reply

      That’s really a “wow” I agree, thank you for sharing Roy! Have you ever asked your mum how she met him and where was he from? He must have been doing some spiritual work since he knew about all of those …

      • Roy S June 14, 2014 at 8:49 am - Reply

        Hi Lucia, at the time my mum and her friend were in contact with people in alternative circles, like healers, shamans and psychic people. One of them was Andy who is from Belgium if I can remember correctly. I saw him only twice and it’s a pity I never tried harder to get in touch with him, too many things were happening at the time. He must have know more indeed.

  6. James N June 12, 2014 at 9:48 am - Reply

    Thank you Belsebuub & others for sharing your stories of the mysterious and unknown. It is an excellent reminder that there is so much mystery in the world – probably more than anything 🙂
    Its easy to get caught up in day to day life and forget that there is so much out there to investigate, explore and discover

  7. Gabrielle June 11, 2014 at 2:51 pm - Reply

    I really liked reading this story. Thanks very much for posting it. It has been inspiring to read all of these accounts.

    It reminded me of a time when I was sitting contemplating a problem, and I was in a public place. This policeman came walking towards me in an intent way. He was an intimidating looking person, and I remember recognizing this, but also that it was interesting I did not feel intimidated by him.

    He leaned down and said something like that he was aware that I was afraid, but that I did not need to be and that I would not be harmed. The way he talked was like he knew this to be true. And, it was this substantial way of communicating a message, not just talk.

    When he was walking away, I thought how much he reminded me of my father 🙂 The man seemed around the same age of my father as I remember him. He had a similar appearance, demeanor, this way of talking, and this protective tone. So, it put me at ease then. It meant a lot to me, and has stuck with me.

  8. Laura June 11, 2014 at 9:38 am - Reply

    Wonderful story, thank you for sharing Mark! It makes me think of Homer’s Odyssey, where people would always treat strangers and visitors with the best they had. If a stranger came to visit your home, even if they looked like a homeless person you would always give them the best food, best dishes, clothing, rooms etc., because any stranger could always be a God or a Goddess in disguise.

    Obviously you couldn’t do that literally in today’s society, but to have such respect towards everyone you come across. It inspires me a lot to think that there would be (or are) spiritual beings in our midst in disguise.

    Another thing that comes to mind is that I was distressed at work the other day. I went to the bathroom, and as I was washing my hands a colleague came in. Maybe I bumped a little into her or was standing in her way, and just casually said sorry. She said, ‘Don’t worry, don’t worry at all’, maybe she said it a few times. I thought it was strange as the magnitude of her response wasn’t suited to the smallness of my offense, and I could just feel the Divine Mother talking to me through her words, as a response to my distress and earlier prayer. It was a great comfort. The same thing has happened to me a few times, that I can feel a higher being communicating to me through someone else’s words. It is so inspiring, pays to be attentive 🙂

    • Shane June 12, 2014 at 2:04 am - Reply

      Hi Laura, the Odyssey is one of my favorites as well. There a number of very good messages, in particular I like the one where the boy feels cursed by the Gods since birth and Athena states that: ‘The Gods will not do for man, what man must do for himself’. So often weak prayers are really an avoidance hoping for a miracle that never comes.

      • Olga June 14, 2014 at 9:24 pm - Reply

        You know Shane… this passage from Athena you posted has really been echoing in my mind. I have heard the phrase many times but it feels like finally something resonated and hit me hard.

        Oh those endless prayers and wantings… when actually we have to stand up for ourselves and do something for our lives – not just wait endlessly as we call for help.

    • Lucia June 12, 2014 at 8:19 pm - Reply

      Thank you for sharing Laura, this thing has happened to me too, with other people talking in the way that didn’t make sense in that particular situation, but making sense as an answer to my prayer or a question, as you said. One example that comes to my mind was when I was contemplating a certain solution/situation a few years ago, as I was not sure about it, and thought it should be different than what it was. Then all of a sudden a friend I used to talk to a lot at that time out of a sudden said to me: “Look, what a cool quote I’ve read today: “You can only play with the cards that you have to your disposal”…” That really shook me, as it was totally true and made a lot of sense in that particular situation. There were couple of others as well that I thought were this kind of thing, but I don’t remember them as well as this one.

  9. Olga June 10, 2014 at 11:13 pm - Reply

    Gosh, so much to wonder about… I was just reminded of a time I first started searching into spirituality. I made the decision I was going to do it, I was going to start studying something instead of just daydreaming about all sorts of things and movies. At the time, unfortunately I was very intrigued by the movie The Craft.. (a film about hip teenage witches evoking spiritual elements) and wanted to look into Wicca. As I was in the book shop in the New Age section, out of the blue this girl, maybe in her early 20s late teens, comes to me and starts talking to me about meditation and how hard it is to clear the mind. I remember her words, that even if you think you can silent your mind broccoli will pop up!

    But I was so shy and tong tied I didn’t know what to think and instead I smiled and nodded and I went along with my book on Wicca. She didn’t push herself and instead left me to my own choices.

    Although I remember a few nice things about my Wicca book it didn’t give me anything really practical or long lasting, just some nice ideas really, nothing at all the propelled me or satisfied my cravings. Perhaps it even stalled me in some way as I had checked the box so to speak that I was doing something spiritual..

    Once I found how much I loved sitting meditations many years later, and what inner strength I got from them, I wished I listened to that nice young lady in the book shop.

    But I guess everything happens for a reason and we are ready when we are ready..

  10. Michelle June 10, 2014 at 4:04 am - Reply

    This is the one that Julian asked me to share

    Story 2: Hitchhikers

    I was by myself driving down McHenry avenue in my hometown of Modesto, California in my mom’s ford taurus station wagon.

    It was late at night and like most young women one of my rules was “never pick up a hitchhiker”.

    I saw two figures with their thumbs out far in the distance, almost too far to see, but I knew they were hitchhiking. A moment later I heard a voice in my head that commanded,

    “You will pick them up”

    I knew that I would obey but I argued anyway, I don’t know why. I responded to the voice with my thoughts saying,

    “No, they are hitch hikers, they’re trying to get in my car”

    The voice repeated like thunder in my heart,


    This time I said ok.

    As I approached I saw two hispanic women standing there and felt relieved that they were women. I asked them if they wanted a ride. They thanked me profusely and then one got in the passenger seat, the other in the back seat behind the passenger. The woman in the passenger seat looked to be in her late thirty’s. The woman gave me directions to her home which was located in a very poor neighborhood that I had never been to although I have lived in this town for over a decade. As I started driving she thanked me again and told me that just minutes before I stopped they had prayed to God that someone would stop and take them home safely.

    (I can’t help but imagine the Divine Beings hearing this prayer, scanning the area to see who they could call upon, only to find me…. thank God I listened… it also makes me wonder, how many times am I have been called upon, but too unaware and oblivious to hear and answer the call and is this why some prayers go unanswered? This is an ongoing point of humility and reflection for me.)

    The woman said they had been there for hours and the only other people who had stopped were men offering a ride in exchange for sex. (ugh) She kept thanking me and thanking me and her words started blending together until she said,

    “…you see, we spend all the money we had to take a taxi to the hospital because she was having contractions and we thought she was going into labor.”

    I was stunned. She continued,

    “…at the hospital they told us we had to go home because her water hadn’t broken yet.”

    I stopped at a red light and took the opportunity to look at the woman in the back seat. I was taken aback when I saw a girl who looked to be about fifteen years old, nine months pregnant sitting their in my back seat. Then I almost choked when I realized the woman next to me was her mother.

    The woman continued to talk as we drove until we arrived at her home. The girl immediately got out of the car and went into the house but the woman stayed next to me and made no move towards the door. We both sat there silently for a few minutes. Finally she looked me straight in the eyes and asked,

    “Why did you stop?”

    I responded.

    “God told me to.”

    We both cried, then she hugged me and got out of the car and I drove away.

    • john p June 10, 2014 at 6:50 am - Reply

      Such a beautiful story Michelle, thanks for sharing, I was very touched especially at the end.

    • Jenny June 10, 2014 at 7:00 pm - Reply

      Great story, Michelle. Glad Julian got that one out of you 🙂

    • Lucia June 10, 2014 at 8:04 pm - Reply

      This is such a beautiful story Michelle. Even though I have heard it from you already, it was nice to read it again. It also touched me what you said there, about how many times we may have been called upon, but too unaware and oblivious to hear the call… It inspires me to try harder to be aware to catch these messages.

    • Olga June 10, 2014 at 11:14 pm - Reply

      Beautiful story Michelle 🙂 proof of how powerful prayers can be!

    • Shane June 11, 2014 at 3:56 am - Reply

      That’s a great story Michelle. It reminded me of the difference between cultures and people.
      When I first came to Australia, I was generally very surprised at how open, trusting and pleasant most people were, particularly to strangers. I remember attending some spiritual talks and a man who had noticed me a few times approached with a beaming smile and said ‘Good day!’ I was speechless and almost traumatized, I froze on the spot and couldn’t say anything back. Saying ‘Hello’ with such joy to a stranger was a shock to me. He must of thought I was a fruitcake (and he would have been right).
      Even in south east England where I had spent most of my life, pleasant hospitality had become the exception not the norm. I dare say ‘Thatchers Britain’ had created a cut throat rat race where neighbors were made a threat (Orwell’s 1984). It was very different from the old people’s stories of during the war etc., when you knew everyone in the street, and everyone left their doors and windows unlocked all the time. Neighbors would borrow food items and anything else, they were your best friends and would look after the kids and so on. Now everyone has been singled out and isolated. TV, propaganda and the social monetary fabric has killed the radio star along with people’s warmth and humanity.

      I recall attending a seminar in Aus, held by a group of internet marketers. A couple of the speakers were from the US and they had mentioned during their intro what a dramatic difference it was staying in Sydney. There was a lot more harmony and peace among people and strangers, less pretentious; you didn’t know if the person you were sitting next to had $2million or just two dollars and it didn’t matter. On the last day of the three day seminar, it ended very late in the evening. There would have been a crowd of about 500 people and just as the speakers were saying thank you and goodbye, a middle aged lady in the crowd quickly stood up and shouted out that she needed a lift to Sydney CBD and that if anyone was going that way could she hitch a lift. Lots of people put their hands in the air to offer a lift to this complete stranger.
      The man on stage from the US was blown away. He couldn’t believe what just happened and explained to the audience that no such thing would ever happen in the US because, 1) no single woman would dare ask for a lift from strangers because of fear of being mugged, raped and murdered, and 2) no one would dare offer a lift to a single woman in case the woman was a nutcase and concocted a rape story to get them in trouble and or extort money from them, or kill them.

      It made me reflect again on how horrible some places and cultures have become, or been made into, and I wondered how long it would be before Aussies were manipulated in such a way to follow the same UK or US programming and treat everyone as a stranger not to be trusted. All your love and trust can only go to Big Brother.

    • Karim June 11, 2014 at 2:32 pm - Reply

      Thanks for sharing that Michelle.

    • James N June 12, 2014 at 9:44 am - Reply

      Thanks for sharing Michelle. Very heart warming. Glad you listened to the voice! 🙂

    • Roy S June 12, 2014 at 10:43 am - Reply

      What a nice story Michelle and luckily you listened to the voice. Imagine what you would have missed out on if you did not stop. Thanks for sharing this!

    • David June 15, 2014 at 3:11 pm - Reply

      Beautiful story Michelle, thank you for sharing! 🙂

  11. Michelle June 10, 2014 at 3:12 am - Reply

    After reading all of these stories, I was thinking of sharing a particular story and my husband asked me to share a different one so I’ll give you both.

    Story 1: The invisible touch

    I was with three friends at the Mel’s diner on Lombard road in San Francisco. We had finished eating, the four of us were headed for the parking lot (or so I thought). I walked out of the diner first towards the car (alone). When I stopped near the car I felt a touch of two hands on my shoulders as if someone was standing directly behind me. It was such a loving touch that I just let myself fall into the person’s arms. I thought it was one of my friends. But then what happened was strange. The hands which had touched my shoulders, gently laid me on the hard blacktop of the parking lot. I looked back and no one was there.

    In the meantime, my three friends were still on the other side of the parking lot and had watched me fall flat on my head and back like a falling tree. They didn’t see anyone except me there. They ran towards me to see if I was alright. I was unscathed, but I was left wondering who touched me? Was it my Guardian angel? My deceased Grandfather? or Jesus Christ? Whoever it was loved me dearly, that I knew. Who had come so close to me that I could feel their touch and then saved me when I responded to the touch? Was I supposed to feel that touch or are they always there loving and helping us silent and unnoticed?

    • Lucia June 10, 2014 at 8:11 pm - Reply

      Amazing, thanks for sharing Michelle. It was really interesting how you just “let yourself go” into those arms.

  12. Lucia June 9, 2014 at 9:00 pm - Reply

    Reading about the experiences of others, I thought I would mention something that happens to me from time to time, that maybe other people have also experienced. It is not a concrete external person intervening, but more of an internal help.

    I noticed that before some potentially dangerous situations, I often get help by being put into a suitable state to deal with them, or to go through them safely. It is only after the situation passes, that I realize how it could have ended up differently, had my state been different. One example was when I was walking in nature with my niece and suddenly got this feeling to start chasing each-other and do some funny stuff. So we were running and laughing and so on, and then suddenly a big dog appeared out of nowhere and joined us, also running and jumping around us, as if caught by this atmosphere of playfulness that we irradiated. This dog actually later attacked my dog who barely survived the attack, and I later thought that by being put into that mood of play we were protected as the dog could not feel any fear or threat from us, and thus didn’t act in the hostile way towards us.

    Another time I just suddenly thought I would chant Bellilin recitation (that is used for dispelling negativity) mentally during a walk. After singing it for about 5 minutes I got into a nice state and continued chanting and walking. It was evening and getting dark, and I was going through a park in the city and suddenly an older, homeless-like man crossed my way, but in my relaxed state I just smiled at him and kept with recitations in my mind. He hesitantly smiled back at me, and let me pass. As I passed, I heard an older woman reprimanding him for something, and him talking in an apologetic way, as if he didn’t do what he was supposed to do… Not sure what he was supposed to do, but I it later dawned on me that it was potentially quite dangerous situation, as it was getting dark and there wasn’t anybody else around in that particular spot in the park. Had I been in a different state, I am not sure how would I have reacted and how would the situation have unfolded.

  13. Olga June 9, 2014 at 3:25 am - Reply

    Very very interesting Mark. Thanks for sharing your story with us.

    Its amazing that probably many people don’t realise how much divine support there is around us.

    I remember this beautiful story a woman I met told me, when she was deeply depressed and suicidal, sitting at a coffee shop, and this man with bright blue eyes and a glowing face dressed in regular clothing came to talk to her, providing her with this intuitive sense of love and care. I don’t remember the full story, but she told me what an impact it had made on her and how he then very quickly disappeared after their encounter.

    Since I was a small child I always loved such stories, but maybe when little miracles have happened to me I don’t realise the full extent of the help or where it comes from.

    I loved reading your experience and everyone who has shared theirs. It so interesting how they happen to us and how we interact with the help during such special encounters.

    • Stas June 10, 2014 at 1:21 am - Reply

      I feel the same way Olga. I often would find that things that happen to us is very much affected by the Devine. There were many instances in my life that I would reflect on some situation and events surrounding it , I realized that that things could have played out very differently in a particular situation but because of some event, they played out in a specific way.

      I often intuitively could feel the Devine at work as some situation would just disappear as if by magic or a situation would take sudden turn in my favor and I would receive necessary help or guidance.

      I think that Devine helps and guides all the time we just need to be aware and clear to see and use that help. A quote from the “flight of the feathers serpent” comes to my mind as I am writing this: ” the help is here and it is now”. I think it has really deep teaching in it and is worth much reflection.

      All the strength to everyone.

  14. john p June 9, 2014 at 1:27 am - Reply

    Thanks for sharing your story Angela. It brought me back in time and reminded me of an incident that I would like to share. It occurred just before finding gnosticism.

    One morning I was driving home very early at about 4am, and I fell asleep at the wheel.
    I remember being extremely tired and thinking that I’m not too far from home. At this point I was driving through a set of traffic lights which were green. This was a bad move but fatigue had taken over and I fell into a deep sleep. My body slumped forward onto the steering wheel, and my foot pressed down hard on the accelerator and by this stage the car was now travelling at a very high speed. Luckily there were no other cars on the road at the time.

    During my slumber, I suddenly heard someone screaming my name very loudly, and telling me to wake up. It was clearly a woman’s voice. By that stage I was fast approaching the next set of traffic lights and was still asleep. I was very fortunate that the woman’s voice woke me up, and in that split second I just managed to prevent a head-on collision with a brick wall.
    Without being woken up, I would have collided straight into the wall at a very high speed.
    However, I still hit the gutter causing all four tyres to blow. The car was still moving and so I locked the steering to my left in order to avoid the head-on impact. I was now moving, out of control with no tyres across three lanes, and toward parked cars on the opposite side of the road. Somehow I managed to lock the steering the other way and so just managed to miss colliding with parked cars. This then caused the car to actually roll six or seven times, crushing the car roof onto the steering wheel. Somehow I managed to duck and so avoid being crushed as the car rolled over timber safety rails onto the other side of the road.
    Whilst still rolling past the safety rails, the car finally crashed into a tree on the front passenger side and the impact tore the car in half. The passenger door was crushed up to the middle console and gear stick. However, the car finally came to rest, after bouncing off the tree, in a parking lot located in the middle of Anzac Parade, Sydney.

    I managed find a way out of the vehicle which happened to be just above me, and as I looked across the road I saw a man standing out the front of his apartment. No one else was anywhere to be seen. He walked toward me slowly, and told me that he had just arrived home after working a night shift, and had witnessed the accident from his bedroom window. He also apologised for just standing there, and mentioned that he had been too frightened to help me since as he was sure that I was in a very bad state. He said he was amazed that I’d managed to squeeze out of the car given the state it was in. I asked him if he had seen a woman (the one I heard scream my name), and he said that no one else was around.

    I was driven to hospital to be checked for head injuries but all I had was a small cut on my head, which didn’t even need stitches. I also had no concussion.

    The police arrived at the hospital and told me that after finding the car in the state it was in, they were very surprised and very happy to see me smiling. They were expecting the driver to be in a critical condition, and possibly under the influence of alcohol. Luckily I didn’t fit any of these descriptions.
    Before the police left they advised me that it’s an infringement to fall asleep while driving, and so they must fine me and will send it to me in the mail. However, they never sent it 🙂

    The whole incident convinces me without a doubt that I was helped by the voice of the woman that woke me, although I’m not sure whether it occurred in the astral or physical. Even today I clearly remember her loud scream, and I’m so grateful for her help.
    Also, I can’t say whether any other assistance occured during the accident but having experienced it, I’m amazed at how I survived with only a minor scratch.

    • Mike June 9, 2014 at 3:00 am - Reply

      What a remarkable story, John! Thanks for sharing it, and very good to hear you made it out with just a cut!

    • Olga June 9, 2014 at 3:30 am - Reply

      That’s amazing John!

    • Paty June 9, 2014 at 6:41 am - Reply

      OMG John, that is an amazing story of survival. It seems that you were definitely helped to wake up. Thankfully you did. 🙂

    • Shane June 9, 2014 at 1:00 pm - Reply

      That’s an amazing story John.

      Many years ago I was at the beach. I used to love swimming in the sea on warm summer days. On this particular day, I was invincible. I prepared my goggles and stood looking at the surf. I had swam here many times. As I looked I thought ‘wow, they are the biggest and highest waves I have ever seen’. I thought ok, I’ll swim out really fast and then get on top of the waves and glide in. I swam out and played around, bouncing up so high on the massive waves it was wonderful.

      Eventually I started to get tired and thought I’d better go back in. As I tried to get back in I realized the rip of the waves was intense and I had been a fool to even enter the water in this area. Every time I made a bit of progress I would be dragged down and out. I swam to the centre of the beach to come in from a different angle and just as I was about to get my feet on the ground a monster wave crashed upon me and sucked me down and out. I held my breath as usual and enjoyed the tumble and waited to float back up. I waited and waited… and waited…. I held my breath far longer than normal and still no sign of the surface, I was disorientated. Suddenly my heart was stabbed with excruciating pain, I had two options, breath in sea water or have a massive heart attack. I knew my life was over, I had been a fool and forgotten about death this day and assumed I was going to live for another fifty years.

      Time stood still, seconds were no longer seconds and a silent calm took over me, there was no thoughts or feelings. There was no time for thoughts or feelings. It was a strange moment in time. Out of nowhere came an impulse, a raw impulse, not a mental thought, not a feeling or emotion, just a raw immediate intuitive type of direct impulse. Something within me took over. My essence immediately spoke (I can’t describe it any other way) bypassing my mind, feelings and emotions, and simply asked in a pure command without the slightest doubt or hesitation, ‘Father, help me’.

      Immediately I found myself at the surface barely able to move, gasping for air but getting mostly sea water. I used all my will power to move and somehow get through the waves, whilst my body and heart just wanted me to collapse and lie down. I saw the crowds on the beach and as soon as my feet felt the sand my usual brain and emotions kicked in. Even though I desperately wanted an ambulance, I thought ‘people are looking at me and I should be ashamed of myself for not swimming between the flags’. My pride kept me walking and not collapsing, I took steps that is all that mattered. Eventually, I walked to where my towel was at the far end of the beach, my heart was in intense pain and my body extremely weak. As I lay there gasping for oxygen I thought I still might die. I thought I might have permanently damaged my heart but I just lay there and rested. It is a strange thing. Until we face death how do we know what we will say? Or do? So much talk goes on about beliefs, and people are convinced by their ideas, but in the end what will we really ask, say or do? I think atheists might be in for a surprise.

      What came out of me was unexpected, but I’m very grateful it did.

      • Julian Kingman June 10, 2014 at 3:07 am - Reply

        That’s a beautiful story, Shane!
        One time in a very clear dream, I experienced that same feeling of imminent death, and also at that moment prayed to my father to save me with a really intense faith. It seems like on some level we really know what spiritual help is available to us, and how to pray.
        Earlier in life, when I was more of an atheist, I remember praying when I was in a situation where I was very afraid.

      • Paty June 10, 2014 at 10:14 am - Reply

        Beautiful story Shane. Difficult lesson to learn.

      • DavidP June 10, 2014 at 12:20 pm - Reply

        Glad you too survived Shaneo! Thanks for sharing that story.

      • Lucia June 10, 2014 at 8:17 pm - Reply

        Thank you for sharing Shane. You indeed was a very tough guy! 🙂 It is good to be reminded of our fragility sometimes I guess, to put things into perspective.

      • Olga June 10, 2014 at 11:25 pm - Reply

        What an experience Shane! And how fortunate to have that incredible force inside of you to help you through. Thank goodness you are safe! I can’t help but laugh at your ”Yer it was fine” to your wife. What a lucky lady to have you by her side. As they say in the engravings at the Rosslyn Chapel, love conquers death.

      • Dara June 12, 2014 at 11:19 am - Reply

        Shane, very touching story, thank you for sharing.

      • Andrew June 14, 2014 at 2:19 am - Reply

        Like Julian, I can also relate to that calling out to the Father in times of imminent danger or harm. The way it rises out of you from a place which you didn’t even know existed is something that has such power and gives such faith that the response from that great force is always assured. It’s an incredible feeling to be at that doorstep waiting for everything to be gone.. Humbling.

    • DavidP June 9, 2014 at 1:29 pm - Reply

      Oh my God John! I’m so glad that accident didn’t claim your life! What a blessing, not just for you!

    • Lucia June 9, 2014 at 8:33 pm - Reply

      Wow John, you are very lucky to be still here!

    • Dara June 12, 2014 at 11:17 am - Reply

      Gosh John, glad you made it out of that situation with your life; it really sounds like you were given a huge help!

  15. Karim June 8, 2014 at 6:35 pm - Reply

    A wonderful mystery indeed. 🙂 It put a smile on my face. Thanks for sharing it.

    I sometimes wonder about if I would meet a unknown person to whom ‘there is more to’, would I be able to ‘recognize’ it?

  16. Angela Pritchard June 8, 2014 at 1:53 pm - Reply

    Some amazing encounters. I’ve had a couple that were ‘unexplainable’ through non-supernatural means. Both happened many, many years ago.

    It was before I was about to travel overseas. I was waiting at a train station and two people came and sat beside me and said they wanted to read my palm. They actually seemed drunk, but harmless enough. One looked at my palm and explained a situation in great detail – one that forewarned of danger. That very situation later occurred while I was on my trip and because of what they said, I was able to see if for what it was and get out of it.

    Now, is it possible that a seemingly drunk person can read an extremely specific situation in someone’s hand, or was something else going on? I still have no idea.

    The other happened one night when I was walking home. It was late and I was trying to save money by not catching a taxi. However, all of a sudden something strange happened. Everyone on the street disappeared, it was totally quiet, no cars, I felt like I could have heard a pin drop; I was totally alone. I felt very, very afraid and unsafe. So I began praying, and asked for some kind of help to get me out of what I felt to be a dangerous situation. Literally within 2 seconds a taxi pulled up. The driver leaned out and asked as though very worried where I was going; my jaw almost dropped. They offered to drive me home and refused to let me pay, and so I got home safe and sound. (Note: I do not recommend trying this! Better to be safe from the beginning!)

    There are lots more of these types of encounters where people have miraculously appeared whenever I have found myself in danger, literally within seconds, along with other supernatural happenings.

    Reading these accounts is a wonderful reminder that although we feel very far away from the spiritual sometimes, it may not be that far away at all.

    • ConsciousCreation June 8, 2014 at 7:31 pm - Reply

      🙂 Thank you

    • Paty June 9, 2014 at 12:53 am - Reply

      Your own story prompted me to remember a situation I was in many years ago when I was just still learning to drive. I had already bought my own little second hand car and thought I would go and pay a visit to my sister who lived about 20 minutes away. I was driving along on a main road in Sydney that is usually full of cars, but it was late almost ten at night by then. At this time of the night on this main road there are a lot of young people in their hotted up cars making their way into the city to party. I was approaching a major intersection when all of a sudden my ‘trusty’ little car decided to break down. I was on my own, did not have any experience with fixing cars or knowing where to even start to find out what the problem was. I only knew that I needed to get out of the way of the traffic. I could see some cars approaching the intersection with young clearly, some I believe with some alcohol in their system already. I was already feeling scared and very worried by then. Not sure what to do. From memory a man yelled out from his car asking if I needed any help, I suppose I didn’t feel comfortable saying yes to a complete male stranger on a major road at night. I was feeling even worse and then all of a sudden, literally out of nowhere a very spritely slight mature woman comes up to the car window and asks me whether I needed any help. I couldn’t believe it, it was late at night and it was an area not close to any houses, she popped out of nowhere. She helped me move the car to the side of the road, called the NRMA road service I was signed up to and waited with me until it arrived. Then she left, just like that and went on her way. I recall at the time feeling that this was unusual and that it really felt like I had been helped, someone was definitely looking after me and they had saved me from a potentially dangerous situation. I felt touched and in awe of what had happened for a long time after that. I will never know if this was merely a coincidence or something more.

      • Lucia June 10, 2014 at 8:20 pm - Reply

        Thank you for sharing Paty, sounds like you were really helpless at that time! It also reminds me of Michelle’s article in this thread (on Hitchhikers), that maybe “God has sent that woman to help you.”

    • Geraldine June 9, 2014 at 5:25 am - Reply

      Thanks for sharing Angela – this is also quite surreal.. but totally real..!

    • Olga June 10, 2014 at 11:51 pm - Reply

      Thank you for your story Angela.. how amazing it is that we are so looked after. How curious this little world of ours is.

      I was once in a very dangerous situation, driving on the highway during a terrible snow storm and my windshield wipers stopped working (they were still sweeping, but not getting at all of the snow off my windshield) – all I could see is out of a small hole the size of a walnut. I stopped concentrating on driving and entirely focused on my divine mother to help me get out of the highway safely. I eventually got off and drove home via smaller streets where I could open my window to wipe the windshield. Ill never forget that day!

  17. David June 8, 2014 at 8:54 am - Reply

    Thanks for sharing Mark, sounds like quite a wondrous experience! 🙂

    It seems quite fitting and in some sense poetic that he has a humble job like a taxi driver, I wonder if he’s had years of practise developing his intuition or other faculties by telling his passengers all about themselves!

  18. Dara June 8, 2014 at 8:24 am - Reply

    Very interesting experience, thanks for sharing, Mark. Occurrences like these can really provoke that sense of wonder about the workings of life; it’s quite special and inspiring to contemplate.

  19. john p June 7, 2014 at 8:24 am - Reply

    On the topic, Could this video be a real Angel at work.

    “Angel saves man from near death! Caught on video”

    • Shane June 7, 2014 at 11:35 am - Reply

      I used to read a lot about the paranormal and supernatural. The Scole experiment is a very good documentary and worth a watch. I wouldn’t normally post such as most contain elements of good and bad, and sometimes it is hard to determine bad, without being there and feeling the presence. It also easily becomes a distraction and addiction, a bit like making money by giving psychic readings! But this documentary has captured interesting audio and visual and one wonders if mankind will be allowed to fully develop the science and technology to see different dimensions and non physical phenomena clearly. That’s assuming it doesn’t already have it, but its hidden from the masses by the black projects.

      • Shane June 7, 2014 at 12:33 pm - Reply

        Just to clarify. Some may find the documentary very disturbing. It contains scenes of mediums in trance / possession and phenomena related. Whilst witnessing this in life can be repulsive, it is also disturbing on film. I mentioned it from the paranormal investigation. Whilst much of the phenomena is unexplainable, toying with the dead and or potential demons is not recommended, nor allowing oneself to be possessed. It highlights I suppose that again there is good and evil, and quite often evil pretending to be good. Rather than being impressed by unexplained novelties I’d recommend reading the free ebooks on this site to get a better perspective.

        • James N June 12, 2014 at 9:34 am - Reply

          Thanks Shane. A good demonstration of the paranormal/supernatural. Although i know what you mean now by being repulsive / disturbing by watching the people in trance etc. While listening to some of the recordings & seeing the photos it definately had a very heavy vibe. I did feel repulsed at many times in the documentary.
          If only the investigators put their energy into having astral experiences they could achieve more than hearing voices/seeing lights and moving objects etc. Hopefully it spurs on some investigations into the unknown and evokes a more spiritual search for people that see the doco.

          • Shane June 12, 2014 at 12:51 pm

            Yes, some very interesting phenomena captured. The doco was more palatable after half way through. It is interesting how paranormal investigations often revolve around mediums and possession. I suppose it is the best place to capture good tricks and they always seem to attract simple people that become very ‘excited’ for no real reason, or is there? I remember many years ago, being in a training school to become a medium. The teacher was full of pride, superiority and a powerful dominating ‘control’. He would caution students not to let fear and ‘ego’ interfere with allowing oneself to be possessed, neither get ego about being ‘chosen’ to be possessed. It was very strange. I could never understand why simple people got so excited and ecstatic about ‘unknown’ entities completely taking over their body, brain and psyche. That excitement by others in the group, who are not chosen for possession, is often to generate energy that assists and attracts personalities and other entities from other dimensions. Becoming an experienced medium meant passing the tests and grades to develop the ‘gift’ or skill. It was very easy to see how once people started this they became hooked. I went to one session and found it repulsive and never went back. It seemed to attract a very specific type of person that to me already seemed stuck.
            Years later I had an astral experience where I witnessed a magnificent (if I can call it that) black temple that was like a massive church filled to the brim with a huge congregation. It seemed to be in Tibet as most of the priests appeared like Buddhists. It had massive high glistening black pillars with huge spiraling descending serpents on them. At the front the ‘priests’ and advanced adepts would rotate in a line. As they knelt to meditate they would appear to be extremely humble, holy and devout. Within seconds of them concentrating they were possessed by serious demons. The congregation listened in awe at all the stuff pouring out from the revered priests. What intrigued me about this situation was that this was not amateur like I had witnessed in the small group in the physical, but this was very serious stuff and everyone took the event extremely seriously. No one was ‘excited’. There was no need for people to get ‘excited’. Those possessed and those possessing were not messing around and playing games like people in the physical were.

    • ConsciousCreation June 7, 2014 at 12:16 pm - Reply

      John P,
      That is a lovely video and well done. It was however it was determined later on that the original creator created it as a way to mass market a video game. Once that was determined the original creator took it down. What I do love the most about it is the fact that I’ve seen this sort of thing happen via real life with my third eye, not to this visual extent however, but I’ve seen angels swoop in and move things if slightly here and there because time is of the fourth dimension and bendable. We don’t always listen to our intuition and we get ourselves in situations that can be detrimental to our path. Maybe that is more so your fascination with it (remembering elements of astral and the laws possible) then the video, if that makes sense. Thank you for sharing. I loved this video too because it shows us what we are capable of as spiritual beings when do work on the egos and raise our consciousness. Be well. <3

      • john p June 8, 2014 at 11:42 pm - Reply

        Thanks for your comment ConsciousCreation. I was hoping that it was a real video but who knows with the internet. I suppose we’ll never know and we need to rely on our true experience.
        In saying that, after your comment I looked for information which said it was a scam, I did find something but I wonder whether the scam story originally started by those in control. I’m sure they would prefer this story to be suppressed.

  20. john p June 7, 2014 at 8:18 am - Reply

    Hopefully he is around today helping out humanity. Thanks for the story Mark.
    All the best.

  21. Geraldine June 7, 2014 at 7:00 am - Reply

    Such a surreal encounter, yet it happened here in the physical. It is something special though, very special indeed.

  22. Layla June 7, 2014 at 6:14 am - Reply

    Amazing account Mark, thanks for sharing that here.

    That remarkable man seems to have offered some kind of knowledge and experience that is beyond the ordinary, and in such a caring way.

    Perhaps as they say it was a ‘blessing in disguise’ 🙂

  23. Julian k June 7, 2014 at 5:40 am - Reply

    It sounds like something straight out of a dream. I’m sure I’ve had many interactions like that in dreams, where upon waking I think: “how could I be so stupid? A spiritual being was right there teaching me, and I didn’t notice!”

    Didn’t you wonder while he was talking how he knew all these things? The skeptic in me wants to believe it was your dad’s friend who heard all about your bike, but the whole interaction would be very different, if that were the case.

  24. Lance June 7, 2014 at 3:53 am - Reply

    Immortals among us…

  25. Shane June 6, 2014 at 11:56 pm - Reply

    Well to coin the girl’s popular phrase, ‘that’s nice’ 🙂
    Such pleasant mysteries are a great reminder that the physical world is not so physical and there are more possibilities than the mundane.

    For some reason your story has made me think of a time, many years ago, before I knew about the spiritual things I know now, when I was in a library comforting myself with books and ideas. I sat quietly for a moment just enjoying the peace and quiet, feeling that I didn’t need to go anywhere or do anything, the library felt like a place of shelter.
    I noticed a strange old lady enter the library, that I had never seen before or since. I felt her presence unusual. She appeared normal with a purpose, but then became very distracted and concerned about ‘nothing’, but I had the impression something or someone was communicating to her. I thought to myself ‘oh no, not another psychic nutcase, I always seem to attract them’. I looked at my book in the hope she would find someone else to pick on.
    She couldn’t help herself, and felt compelled to approach me. It was apparent, probably by my demeanor, that she would have preferred not to, but had to. She sat down and looked at me very seriously and said quietly ‘You must contact your mother’. This pierced through my heart and stomach and I had to hold back the tears. I put on a brave face and thought ‘yes another nutcase’ but knew someone somewhere is watching and knows me inside out. I was speechless. I somehow knew this was not just referring to a physical mother (though it did) but also to something non physical, though at the time I did not really know what else it could. The lady then said a few more things that were symbolic and predictions, that I interpreted as threats, so I eventually used such to convince myself to run away on the pretext she was an ‘unreliable’ nutter.
    After the event, for days, maybe years, I wondered over the last things she said and became fixated on interpreting the statements physically, and on this basis they made no sense. Years later I understood that such ‘absurd’ statements did have meaning symbolically.
    I walked out of the library and away from the woman almost in disgust, whilst she was begging me not to, as if what she had to say was of utmost seriousness and urgency and that our ‘chance’ meeting would never happen again.

    If I had not been so fearful and judgmental I probably could have learned a lot more.

    • Suavi June 7, 2014 at 5:38 am - Reply

      Thank you Shane for sharing your story. It might be that almost everyone has an ‘unusual’ experience at some point in life and it is up to the individual to either explore it further or ignore or dismiss help being offered. Sometimes such an experience may also be like a planted seed that sprouts years later.

      • Michelle June 10, 2014 at 2:47 am - Reply

        Thanks for sharing Shane. I enjoyed reading your account.

    • Geraldine June 7, 2014 at 7:11 am - Reply

      Hi Shane, that was also another surreal encounter..! Looks like you were getting a fair share that would have been quite overwhelming..

    • ConsciousCreation June 7, 2014 at 12:36 pm - Reply

      One thing people don’t realize is that “physic nutters” work on metaphorical basis as long as there heart is pure or of some sort of “want to work for God.” I am one so I enjoy reading your encounters. If you don’t mind me saying Shane, she was referring to your Divine Mother that is not of this world but we must heal any “birth mother issues” that we might have in order to create this connection. We all have our own set of Divine Parents (Mother and Father) and they lay the path to helping us move through our spiritual walk. We are spiritual beings here for a human experience.

      The other thing that I would also like to mention is that as we do the work on the egos, we free that trapped consciousness (as Mark and Angela have mentioned in there books) and as we free that trapped consciousness, our spiritual faculties grow. To put it simply, we have spiritual senses, taste, touch, sight, smell, and sound on spiritual levels that we do on physical levels. They are called the five “Clairs.” Typically a person is strong in one area, can work with that, and then grow there other senses from there.

      I had a similar encounter with a “psychic nutter” in the bathroom stall at a local gas station. She was a homeless lady. I always saw her pushing a shopping cart, reading the paper, and praying under her breathe. Being psychic in my own right, I always asked, “How did she lad in that situation?” My first encounter with her she was reading the obits once as I was grabbing a taquito. She found a friend had passed. The second time I encountered her, I fumbled into the bathroom stall in deep distress not realizing she was there. She said, “I’ve seen you many times little angel. You are in great distress at the moment.” I said, “Yes, I’m sorry my blood sugar dropped.” :O She said, “I’ve not always been in this position. I was once a nurse married to a very successful doctor and when he passed my heart broke in half. I chose this life.” Then she said, “God always loves you.” In my stunned way, I said thank you but ran out of the bathroom. I was reminded to walk with discernment and never judge people or there situations. 🙂 In her own human way, she was my angel because I never told her about my curiosity of her.

      • Shane June 16, 2014 at 1:00 pm - Reply

        re. psychic nutters.
        I just wanted to clarify and possibly tame my criticism. I have no aversion to people with psychic sensitivity, I have a bit myself and I think most people do or can quite easily develop the skills with a bit of practice.
        As mentioned above, psychic, related to clairvoyance, clairaudience, telepathy, intuitive knowing of the future, etc, in itself is not a bad skill, however, many develop the faculties without reducing their evil within. It is therefore easy to perceive something and act upon it incorrectly, because the consciousness and wisdom associated is lacking. It is a common misconception that psychic ability means ‘spiritual’ in the positive sense of the word. Such ‘skills’ can be used for good or bad. I have seen the future a number of times and due to inappropriate behavior and lack of wisdom caused many problems.
        On similar note, years ago, I focused on different exercises I found in books in esoteric bookshops. One of them was to attract wealth. That is all I focused on because I thought it would solve all my misery. I created an object to concentrate upon and put into practice the exercise. I wrote down the numbers to win ‘lotto’ (it was something different in those days but same gamble). When the results came through, I was just one number short of winning millions of dollars. What was the chance of meeting such probability?
        Something within me pulled the plug and I stopped. I didn’t tell anyone else, because if I had, they would have put tremendous pressure on me to continue. I realized that I couldn’t control what was within me and I foresaw some terrible things I would do with that money, to alleviate my own misery. My essence knew this was not a solution to my real issues that I was trying to avoid, and no matter how much money I had, I couldn’t run from myself. The money would be a temporary fix that I would become addicted to.
        It made me reflect upon many cases including rulers of the world who had dabbled in witchcraft, astronomy, magic, dowsing, remote viewing, channeling, etc., so they could know the future of war plans and guarantee keeping hold of their power for longer. The stories were the same. Tune in and get a psychic message, prove it was accurate and correct then tune in again. Prove it was correct, tune in again, prove it was correct, tune in again, prove it was correct, tune in again assume it was correct, tune in again assume it was correct, and so on. The contact and messages were all correct and accurate. By now what faith and trust do you have in the entities and or psychics giving you the information? The most serious question of all is asked, tune in and the message is false, many times leading to the demise and or death of those who were hooked. Mephistopheles was never unmasked and the psychics normally get the blame.
        This is similar to the article: https://belsebuub.com/the-danger-of-becoming-the-darkness-when-fighting-the-dark-side
        What would I do with Sauron’s ring? Particularly if I didn’t know I was holding it?

        I am very wary of psychic personalities that appear gracious and benevolent, but suck in the unwary and extract information from them like a professional detective. People are often seeking help, but how do they know the person they have trusted is suitable to give it? This type of psychic personality hides behind a façade, never give anything from themselves, but simply inflate pride by formulating and then directing what someone else ‘should do’. I am not saying every psychic person is like this, but in my experience it seems the most common type. Yes, there are other uses and methods, but fundamentally the psychic person is still predominantly evil in nature and at great risk of becoming addicted to something, that also misguides the unwary away from real spiritual change.

    • Olga June 9, 2014 at 3:35 am - Reply

      A really meaningful encounter Shane. I guess sometimes we are not ready but at least we have the gift of memory which insists that there is indeed divine help in this world in various shapes and forms colliding with our own funny ways of perceiving the world.

      And despite our funny ways, there will always be the help.

  26. Paty June 6, 2014 at 10:55 pm - Reply

    This sounds like a story that would have appeared many years ago on the famous show ‘The Twilight Zone’, that showcased many strange and mysterious stories of a paranormal nature.
    Really intriguing story Mark, thanks for sharing it with us. How did he know? And it curious how it appears to have said things to you in such a matter of fact way.

  27. Suavi June 6, 2014 at 10:33 pm - Reply

    That’s a very curious story, thank you Mark for posting it. Your story is also encouraging to strive to always be aware – we may encounter most extraordinary people in ordinary situations in our daily lives.

  28. Patricia A. June 6, 2014 at 9:51 pm - Reply

    That was a really touching story. I wonder what would have happened if you had asked him that question.

  29. ConsciousCreation June 6, 2014 at 9:36 pm - Reply

    Love this! Thank you for sharing. I have had several similar experiences, especially when I was homeless and living on the streets. How beautiful and amazing. Thank you again for sharing.

    • ConsciousCreation June 6, 2014 at 9:37 pm - Reply

      I believed them to be angels manifested. Maybe we will never know for sure, again, thank you.

  30. Lucia June 6, 2014 at 7:53 pm - Reply

    This is incredible, thank you very much for sharing. Yes, it is unbelievable you didn’t start asking him how he knew all those things immediately after he mentioned all those details… Do you think he may have somehow influenced your state so you didn’t ask? Do you have any ideas on what that might have been?

  31. Jenny June 6, 2014 at 6:41 pm - Reply

    Interesting story, Mark! I sometimes wonder how often we are surrounded by people like that without realizing it.

  32. Mike June 6, 2014 at 5:06 pm - Reply

    Neat story. I wonder how that driver knew all that about you.

    That sort of reminds me of how in Meetings with Remarkable Men, one of the esoteric teachers knew a lot about someone’s past despite them never having met.

    Perhaps the driver had a very strong sense of intuition… or was a family acquaintance who recognized you?

    • Jordan June 8, 2014 at 12:46 am - Reply

      Interesting – I had that same thought upon reading this story (that scene from Meetings with Remarkable Men). A different context of course, but just reminded me of it. Interesting story Mark, thanks.

  33. Fotis June 6, 2014 at 5:05 pm - Reply

    Did you pul your finger?? 🙂
    I’m joking…

    Thanks for sharing this different kind of post. Life is amasing and magic!

  34. Michelle June 6, 2014 at 4:53 pm - Reply

    Wow. What an unexpected and moving story! It brings magic and beauty into my busy day. Thank you so much for posting this today. I needed a little inspiration! Your story makes me think of angels, extraterrestrials and who knows what other beings of light who are just waiting to help us. What a touching account… thanks for sharing it, Mark.

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