Originally Posted by Sandform
Well, it wouldn't necessarily have to be from other people...
Object A could produce the idea that blue flame B is over there.
Person C D and E see object A, which then projects to person C D or E that B is there, while at the same time the other two of C D E see that same A, which then causes them to have the idea of B, meanwhile, B's existence is reinforced by the other persons C D and E.
But all this falls apart if no one else sees "object A" but me. If I look behind me, trying to figure out what could be lighting up my ceiling, I look with the open possibilities of a vast number of different things. You see, when I actually turned around, I thought that maybe someone in the back seat was flicking a lighter repeatedly... but then I noticed the car's headlight.
When I was watching the car's headlight, I then noticed that it went dim.
After watching it dim for a few seconds, a blue flame appears inside the headlight. I have no idea how your model for situational-induced hallucinations could produce that, as I was actively trying to figure out what it was as it was happening. Your theory only applies to situations where the person observing doesn't have enough time to mentally process all the available information, so they come up with some other "thing" that they saw.
Alas though, if you must denounce anything paranormal anyone sees as a hallucination, then so be it. I prefer to be open-minded regarding everything and anything. Don't think for one second that I dismissed your train of thought right off the bat... I did a fair share of my own thinking trying to rationalize what I saw immediately following, and even a few weeks, after I saw it. I eventually, looking at all the possible explanations, ruled out all but the paranormal.
For your theory to work in this situation, I would've had to have seen something substantial, that looked blue, materialize in the person's headlight. I would've then, in a state of panic, not observed it all correctly, and therefore "thought" I saw a blue flame. Tell me, what is big, blue, and randomly appears in people's headlights?
But I really don't feel like discussing this further... if you don't believe me, then fine. Hooray for you... as about 2 years ago I wouldn't have believed myself either.
Originally Posted by Ahhchuu
POST IT!!!!
Originally Posted by Rainman
Surrealist, it's really up to you. If you share your experiences with us, I'd be glad to read them, but you'd take a lot of bullshit from assholes. But don't let other people try to discount what you saw.
Well, I guess I'll post them, but only because there are people actually interested in them instead of being interested in tearing them apart. And I really don't care about the "assholes..." I have my small group of friends, including my brother, who all have seen things I've seen and totally believe me. That's enough for me.
I'll call these next few "mini-events," because they all aren't as full blown as the last, but still significant.
So the next day, me and my friend L decide to go up there during the daytime (for once) and take some pictures... since we were both so intrigued by the place.
We get there, snap a few pictures, and then go to the nearest Denny's. After a while there, we decide to head back for a few more pictures. We then notice that there is smoke in the hills.
After driving there, we see that the room that D was peering into is engulfed in flames. In the short 20 minutes since we left and came back, the whole roof had collapsed, and we could hear fire engines in the distance.
We weren't smoking or anything, and did nothing that should have lit any kind of fire. It spontaneously lit itself. We thought that real strange, seeing as how "she" got so mad the other night when I didn't let D back out of the car.
My brother and this girl are sitting in the main house with a fire in the fireplace (yes, it has a working fireplace still). They were just casually talking when they noticed a car fall to the floor. A cup nearby then starts to roll straight towards them. It reaches where they are sitting, and then my brother feels a hand caress his face. He gets up and they head out of there.
The most interesting part of this one is that I asked him what kind of cup it was. He said that it was a medium-sized McDonald's cup. You see, a cup like that can't roll straight... it must roll in a circle. It rolled completely straight over a distance of about 25 feet. Impossible, unless you lifted the small end off the ground a little bit.
C decides, after all that has happened (and maybe to get back at "her"), that he is going to go into one of the rooms with this poem on it, and scrape all the paint( and thus the poem) off the wall. Well, he takes a brick and scrapes all the paint off... the poem is now completely gone... no trace of the words are left on the wall... none. I go back there the next day to take some pictures of it, only to see the poem back the way it originally was.
The last thing that ever happened there is probably the most in-depth... but I'll wait a little while to post that. You can all reply to these while I figure out if I even want to post it.
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