Conference hydra::dejavu

    Reply to .0; Mike,
    
    This sorta' things starts happening to me when I am stresed and in a
    hurry to do something (no matter how unimportant). Also doing things
    automaticly we sometimes tend to leave out small details (like locking
    the door or turning off the coffee pot). When this stuff starts
    happening I cure it with more sleep.
    
    If this is not the case... look behind the salad dressing on the top
    shelf in the refer, see those strange looking hoof prints... 
    
      Mikie?

    re: -.1
      
       If what Lazaris says has any significance for you, then it may
    interest you to know that he says that ocassionally beings from other levels
    do intrude upon our reality and "borrow" things.  These things are
    usually returned but not always to either the time nor space that
    they originally came from. So, though I have few other ideas to
    offer here on this particular subject, maybe your newspaper will
    turn up...several hundred years ago.
      
    Frederick
     

    This sort of thing happens to me too from time to time.  When I
    was about ten years old I was sitting in a car in between my two
    brothers and a gold locket appeared on my lap.  Neither I nor my
    brothers put it there.  It was just a cheap, insignificant piece
    of jewelry but to this day neither my brothers nor I (who all accused 
    each other of the "prank" at the time) can account for where it
    came from.

    	I guess those "beings from other levels" wanted to check the
    sports section, huh?
    
    	Awfully rude of them not to return the newspaper to its proper
    spacetime continuum...
    
    	:^)
    

Strange...  I have had things turn up in my hand when I never got them.  
For instance, I was still in school when this happened, I had put all of my 
stuff away in my locker [it was Friday, no homework, I was in Nirvana].

Two minutes later, on my way out, I remembered that I wanted to get 
something to write with [pen or pencil] out of my locker because I didn't 
have any at home and needed some.  I snapped my fingers on both hands [this 
is how I know they were empty] and walked back to my locker.  When I 
reached up to start the combination, one Paper-Mate Write-Brothers pen was 
in the palm of my hand.  Scared the living daylights out of me....

No.  nobody else put it there, it was definitely one of mine [telltale 
scratches on it].  Dunno how it could have happened.

I also had a cousin who had a strange occurrance on a much more serious 
note.  I was giving her the tour of Boston [she was from NJ] and we had 
stopped at a McDonalds in Revere.  After returning to Hudson NH, she 
noticed her purse missing.  While tearing apart my car trying to find it, 
she remembered that she left it in McDonalds on seat.  She forgot it when 
going to the ladies room and I remembered her not having it in her 
posession when she got into my car.

Just then, we heard a yell from in the house.  It was under a cushion of 
the couch [she hadn't sat down since coming back, nor was she near the 
couch at all] and my mother had noticed something uncomfortable when she 
sat down.  One look and !presto!.

Scaaaary stuff, eh kids?

    I had a disappearance and reappearance happen to me only once, when
    I was around 16.  I have always been an extremely neat and orderly
    person.  Everything in my room had its place and I always cleaned
    my room every week.  This included taking all my colletibles and
    knick-knacks off my shelves, washing the shelves and returning them 
    "where they belong" (everything has its proper place......).
    
    I distinctly remember starting to put everything back on my shelves
    starting at the top with my sand-dollar and putting each item back
    on the shelves.  When I got to the last one (my glass swan), I looked
    at the whole shelf and my sand-dollar was missing!!!!!!  I had just
    put it there!!!  This whole long explanation really only took about
    ten minutes to do, even though its sounds longer.  
    
    I couldn't for the life of me explain where it went.  There was
    no one in the room with me, or had come into my room all day.  I
    asked my family if anyone had borrowed, etc., that whole line of
    questioning, and no one had seen it.
    
    I looked through the whole house to try to find it, with no luck.
    When I woke up the next morning to get ready for school, it was
    still missing.  No one else was up yet, so I took my shower, wnet
    back into my room (still missing) and started to blow-dry my hair.
    When my hair was done, I just happened to glance at the shelf .....
    
    IT WAS BACK!!!    Scared me to death!    I had to make sure everyone
    in the house was still sleeping and weren't playing some sort of
    cruel trick on me.
    
    I still can't explain what happened to it and where it went.  I
    think about it from time to time.
    
    
    Any explanations?   WHERE DID IT GO?!   
    
    (BTW, thanks for starting such a great topic.  Maybe I can finally
    feel better about this.)
    
    

    Why do some of you people have to be so damned sarcastic in your
    replies to these stories???
    
    If you can't (or won't) have an open mind to this subject, then
    leave it alone.
    

    In the astronomy notes file discussions about anything other than
    astronomy are discouraged as inappropriate.  If someone initiates
    a discussion related to but not specifically regarding astronomy,
    they are asked to go to a more appropriate notes file to discuss
    it.  This isn't soapbox, human relations, christian, bible study,
    religion, mennotes or womannotes,... its dejavu.  It is a notes
    file dedicated to communication about the unusual, the occult, the
    metaphysical.  It is a place set aside to discuss these specific
    issues.  Discussions of this sort have been ridiculed and scoffed
    at in most other forums... but not in this forum.  This is our forum,
    ...we belong here,.. this is an appropriate place for us to be.   

    Okay, back to the subject (and its reverse)_
    
    When my sister was a little girl, she swore this happened.  According
    to what she told me, when she was about 4 years old, she was dreaming
    of playing with some pick-up sticks [do they still sell these?].
    The ones in her dream were different and prettier than the ones
    she normally played with at home; she gradually became aware she
    was asleep and was starting to wake up.  As she was awakening, she
    grabbed on _hard_ to one of the sticks because she didn't want to
    lose it.  Nor did she: as she woke up, she was holding on to one
    pick-up stick (that didn't match the ones she owned).  She hadn't
    brought one in from outside, nor did she recognicze it from another
    set someone might have had.
    
    Perhaps her mind played a trick on her; I never saw the stick (she
    told me the story when I was six; she was eight), but she had no
    reason to lie.
    
    Steve Kallis, Jr.

    Re .13:
    
    You didn't get very far off the subject, Topher: it looks like
    "someone" took your main text....
    
    Steve Kallis, Jr.

RE: .15
    
    Well, notes was certainly acting in a way I didn't know it was capable
    of.  I lost my connection to DEJAVU while posting, so there really
    was nothing mysterious about its loss.  What is a bit odd is what
    then happened.
    
    I saved the buffer so that I could repost it later (tip: if this
    happens to you, 1) Give notes the EVE command; 2) Hit the DO key
    (if you don't know which it is hit the Help key to find out); 3)
    Respond to the "Command" prompt with
    
    		BUFFER NOTES$EDIT <CR>
    
    4) Hit the DO key again; 5) Respond to the "Command" prompt with
    
    		WRITE somefilename
    
    6) ^Z to get back to NOTES.  You're note is now saved under that
    filename, and you can post it later when you can connect again.).
    After lunch I started to read DEJAVU again, without yet reposting
    the note.  After NEXT UNSEENing for a while I got the message
    "Note 417.13 being written" and when it finished and was displayed,
    it was my note!  I've never seen NOTES do this before, and its a
    quite sophisticated feature -- or maybe theres a friendly spirit
    somewhere :-).
    
    					Topher

        
    Something like this happened to me. I was just starting to get really
    interested in the I Ching. Somewhere I had found one I Ching coin.
    A while later I found some sort of oriental coin which I decided
    would be my second coin. One day I was sitting in a shopping center
    having a very intense discussion about the need for spiritual growth
    with someone (who was pretty much giving me 'lip service'). The
    conversation turned to the I Ching and I mentioned that I was just
    waiting for my third coin to turn up. Not a second later this coin
    literally falls in my lap!!! I looked up and around immediatly and
    there was no one around. The coin was distinctive, and I knew that
    I had my third coin. I still have it. 

    
    				Lance

    
    A few years ago over Easter weekend, my spouse and I were visiting
    his grandmother.  Upon arriving, she mentioned that she had lost
    her (3) rings a few days ago and just couldn't find them anywhere.
    That was Friday evening.        
    
    Easter morning, for some unexplicable reason, I walked up stairs,
    went into her room, opened up the drawer of her bedside table and
    looked down.  It took me about 15 to 20 seconds for me to figure
    out what it was I was supposed to be looking at.  Then it hit me - 
    there were three circular objects in the front of the drawer which 
    turned out to be the lost rings.  I took them down to her. She, of 
    course, was quite relieved to have them back again, though when she 
    asked me where they were, I didn't have the courage to tell her that 
    I'd gone into her room and seemingly rummaged through a closed drawer, 
    so I made up a location.
    
    What is very unusual about this is that I never open closed doors
    while staying somewhere else unless it is for a very good reason,
    and at the time there just didn't seem to be a very good reason for
    me to go upstairs and open the drawer of her bedside table. 
    
    This isn't an isolated incident, however it was the most unusual
    one I'd ever experienced that comes to mind.
                                                   
    Cindy

     I've experienced or been witness to these "now you don't see it; 
     now you do" situations on a number of occasions.  (The individual 
     incidents weren't very dramatic, but all followed the "item 
     disappears than re-appears where it should be at some later time" 
     pattern.)

     Years ago, I decided that the two simplest explanations were:

         1.  Individual and (sometimes) multiple hypnosis.

         2.  The items "fell" into the future.  (Things that disappear 
             and never return must fall into the past; things that 
             appear out of nowhere must have fallen from the future.)

     I've always found that latter explanation to be more palitable 
     and, now that I believe that matter and time are an illusion, it 
     almost seems obvious to me.

     Terry

    Whew!  I tried replying 3 days ago,and got zapped off the
    system again - Mr. Moderator?
    
    
    I had heard that clairvoyants (not the palm-reading variety) like
    to take things onto their own plane... especially tiny things, or
    jewelry.
    
    About 5 years ago, I was standing over my dresser and I dropped
    a small Amethyst pendant.  I looked everywhere, ransacked my jewelry
    box, even checked through the drawers and couldn't find it.  When
    I moved out, I even checked the carpet. 
    Just a  few months ago, I was standing over the jewelry box, looked
    down, and there it was - easy to spot!  I know it wasn't there before.
    (I keep it attached to a chain now)...
    
    Theresa.

    This sort of thing happened twice to my family this week alone.
    Definitely time to set up some protection....just in case.

    This subject reminds me of what my grandmother used to say when
    this would happen to me.....
    	
    	"The devil's got it, and he'll return it when he done with it".
	
    Maybe she understood more than I though....
    
    CS
    
       
 
   
 

    For a few months now we have been searching high and low for a 
    particular book.  Cupboards and drawers have been emptied, to no
    avail.  This week I went to the cabinet and sitting right there
    on top of everything else was the book.  The only difference being
    it looked much more well thumbed and marked than it had been, but
    I would put that down to memory. 
    
    I don't see how both of us could have missed it every time we looked?
    
    
      

       I have had three experiences along these lines which will always
    be kept in my memory.
    
    #1  I lost my high school classring around my jurior or senior year.
    I never though much more about it, once giving up on ever finding
    it again.  Approximately two years after graduating from high school
    I returned home for a visit. I was told that one of my neighbors
    wanted to see me.  He had uncovered my ring while plowing his garden.
        I had worked for him as a kid in his garden so it didn't really
    surprise me.
    
    #2  Later while in the Air Force I lost a second ring, this one
    from the technical trade school I had attende after high school.
    I recall exactly how I lost this one. I had been working on my car
    and had removed the ring from my finger and layed it on the top
    of the engine. After making repairs, I took the car out for a test
    drive.  Later I realized that my ring was missing. Remembering where
    I had left it I looked there first, to no avail, and then retracted
    where I had driven the car, but still no ring.
       About one year later, again working on my car, I found the ring
    lodged underneath the undercarriage between the body and the brake
    line.  The ring has a grove worn in it where the brake line had
    held it there!
    
    #3   I use to play the card game flinch with serveral of my friends
    back home when I was in high school.  Once while at my friends house
    during the couse of the game we came up one card short. In flinch,
    the numbers don't matter that much so we just replaced the missing
    card with an index card (marked the # on it) and played another
    hand. during the next two hands the same thing reoccur and each
    time we again had to replace a missing card. Needless to say we
    accused each other of taking them, but never proved it.
        About three years later, upon visiting them we decided to play
    flinch. the deck still had the index cards replacing those that
    were missing.  Although we were playing the game in the living room
    floor exactlly where we had played when we had lost the cards, the
    room had been remodeled, new carpet, new furniture,etc. The only
    thing that was in the room was a chair that belonged to my friends
    father who had long since died.  As we played, My hand slipped
    underneath the chair. Feeling something, I pulled out from under
    the chair the three missing cards.  Needless to say, to this day
    we still accuse each other of taking them.
    
    NOTE: Oh, I have lost my high school ring again, I waiting for its
    return!

    Two recent incidents come immediately to mind:
    
    1.  One weekend last winter I was sorting the laundry and found
        a Bali bra size 38A.  Not my size and I've nevered owned a
        Bali bra!  No idea where it came from or why it was in my
        laundry.  And, no, we had not had any house guests who might
        have left it behind.
    
    2.  Last week my husband and I found our corn plant on the floor,
        out of the pot, surrounded by the dirt.  The pot is a 10-inch
        white plastic pot.  However, the pot is nowhere to be found!
        We searched the entire house, down and up, even looking under
        furniture too low for the pot to fit underneath.  It's gone!
    
    
    I've had a number of these incidents happen throughout my life.
    The only valuable thing that has ever disappeared was my husband's
    gold bracelet.  It has not returned.
    
    Ande

    last night I was walking over to some friends of mine at college
    (where I used to go...) and a friend and her boyfriend were walking
    hurriedly by, to go into the apartment.  A few minutes later she
    rushed out looking panicked.  I asked her what was wrong.  She showed
    me her necklace which had a hoop to hold various gold charms and
    she said it had sprung open that morning and when she noticed it
    around noon the cross was missing.  And it was a really small, really
    nice cross.  And she started to rush off saying she had to find
    it.
    
    I looked down in the snow for a second.  Don't know why.  And there
    it was, lying in the snow.  Looking up at me.  My heart soared.
     I called Amy back, and pointed it out to her.  She was ecstatic.
     
    There is no explanation, but people have asked me if I've seen
    such-and-such around anywhere before, and I have been able to state
    a location I last saw it in.  Unfortunately, I can never findmy
    own things that way.
    
    -Jody
    

    RE: .26
    
    Hey Jody, let's get together and start a business!
    
    
    John M.

     Can You explain these events.
    
    1. In Jan. 1975 I place my furniture in storage.
    
    2. In Feb. 1975 I Interview and show my passport to employer.
       He copies the Number and Date of expiration.
    
    3. In Apr. 1975 while house hunting in Loredo, Tx, my wifes purse
       is stolen with my passport.
    
    4. I get new passport in Chicago May 1975 and issued visa for
       Working in Mexico in Dallas.
    
    5. Work for another firm and transfer to Eureka, Ca. in May 1976.
    
    6. Furniture arrives from storage in Kentucky. (See 1.)
    
    7. Open dresser and find passport stolen in 3.
    
    If passport was stolen in 3. and recorded in 2. as I can 
    vouch for then how did it get to the Dresser as in 7.?
    
    I still have both expired passports and will never be 
    able to explain that.
    
    Dave

    Finally, I had a friend witness the weirdness that occasionally
    happens to me.  I dropped a rock on the carpet, and it disappeared.
    I saw where it *landed*, but it was not there when I bent to retrieve
    it.
    
    I had a two-peaked quartz crystal (not doubly-terminated, i.e.,
    the terminations were side-by-side, not at opposite ends) in my
    purse a couple of days prior to this.  When I went to look in my
    purse, it was not there.  I emptied and cleaned my purse.   It still
    was not there.  Last night, I went into my purse to get my wallet,
    and guess what was there.  No one else has had my purse, or been
    around it, except for myself.  I'm very careful of that.
    
    Meredith

    Over the last few months, what with the wedding and honeymoon and
    all, it only stands to reason that I might get a bit frazled and
    misplace a few things, but there are two things that have been
    misplaced that I am *sure* I know where they were.
    
    One thing was a bottle of wine.  Gerry and I have this one wine
    that has meaning to us.  I had picked up a bottle of it ($50!!!)
    just before Christmas.  I put it in a little used cabinet in the
    livingroom.  It was to be for our wedding night.  I even came across
    it when I was getting ready for some company two weeks before the
    wedding.  I can no longer locate the bottle.
    
    The next thing is a gold blacelet (are you there John M.?).  When
    I was leaving the house for the honeymoon, I knew that I should
    leave all extra jewlery home since we were going to be going thru
    St. Thomas, and US customs might question if I purchased it there.
    I had hidden the wedding gift cash and checks that folks gave us at the
    reception in a big envelope and stuffed it down between the back
    of my desk and the wall.  When I went to retrieve the items, the
    bracelet was gone.  Everything else was there - including the cash.
    I *know* I put it there.  I can even close my eyes and see myself
    putting it there.  I can hear the noise the bracelet made as it
    hit the side of the envelope.  I remember it distinctly.  Yet, it
    is not in the envelope.  
    
    I don't suppose that I am asking for explanations.  What I am asking
    is if any of you clarvoyant types can tell me where the heck my
    stuff is!?!?!
              
    Marion

    
    This file is terrific!!!  I thought I was the only one going crazy!
    I had this happen to me once or twice, so this file made me laugh
    alot.  The time I remember the most was when I had gone grocery
    shopping.  I went to the Deli to buy Turkey breast for a sandwich
    at lunch time, amoung tons of other groceries.  I went home and
    started putting away the food.  I took the Turkey Breast and put
    it on the counter so I could make my sandwich.  After emptying all
    my bags, I got the bread out, turned around to get the Turkey, and
    it was gone.  I thought I might have put it in the frig., so I
    looked and It was not there.  I was so mad because I was aching
    for that sandwich.  I looked in all the bags again, the garbage
    pail, the cabinets, everywhere to no avail.  I thought about it
    all day after going to work.  I even called my husband that night
    so he could look in case I got so upset I had overlooked it.  He
    thought I was a nut!  Needless to say it hasn't returned.  By the
    way, It was so long ago, I don't think I want it back now!!!!!!
    
    
    
    

    re: .32
    
    You didn't happen to have a very satisfied cat with a full tummy
    and a grin on his face for the rest of the day, did you?
                               
    Jill
    

    I have a friend in who owns an old house in Ashland, Oregon.
    Residing with my friend and her husband are a group of
    "friendly ghosts" who like to stir up the waters a little
    every now and then.  Many times these little friends will
    "borrow" the possessions of visitors to the house.  When it's
    discovered that something is missing Julia, my friend, has been
    known to stand at the foot of the stairs in the entryway, shake
    her fists in the air and shout, "Now give it back!!"  The
    lost items are always returned.  They either slide off of a 
    chair or bookcase or seem to appear out of thin air.
    
    Nanci