The Dream
My friends and I were having some wine, and I decided to drive home. I didn’t want to leave the car in the city, and since it was early morning, I thought it would be fine. I was in the suburbs when an elderly woman suddenly stepped in front of me, and I hit her. The impact was loud, and I screamed. When I got out, she was lying on the ground in a twisted position. She looked at me and said:
"You get one more chance, but you have to promise me you’ll never drink again."
I sobbed and promised, then suddenly I woke up in my bed. Breathing hard, I looked out the window—the car was in the yard, completely unharmed. When I talked to my friends, they confirmed we had been drinking together, and despite their advice, I drove home. I’m sure this wasn’t a dream—I really got a second chance at life. It’s been seven years, and I haven’t had a drop since.
The Voice
My childhood wasn’t easy, and one night I was so desperate that I started praying—even though no one in my family is religious. After sharing all my pain and asking God for help, I heard a voice: "I’m with you." It wasn’t a human voice but something supernatural—like the sound of a storm, waterfall, or landslide. I felt an endless calm, and I’ve been a believer ever since.
The Fall
I was daydreaming at the beach when I saw with my mind’s eye a little boy falling from the climbing frame, then snapped back to reality. I looked over, and the child was there, so I started walking toward him. My boyfriend shouted after me, asking where I was going. Just as I reached him, the boy slipped and fell—right into my arms. His mom was very grateful, and my boyfriend was speechless.
Trance
I had a salvia (diviner’s sage) journey where I was a mother. I had an ex-husband, a son, and a daughter, and we lived underwater in a house. We lived an ordinary life—my husband was kind, the kids were good. They finished school, worked, got married, and blessed us with grandchildren. We grew old, my husband died, then I did too. That’s when I woke up in my current life. It was very strange to readjust after being away for about five decades. Sometimes I still miss my husband, kids, and grandchildren, but I’m at peace because we had a beautiful life together.
Grandma
My grandma passed away, and I loved her very much. The next day, relatives and I went to her apartment to sort things out, and that night before falling asleep, she appeared to me. I didn’t see her clearly—I mostly felt her presence and told her I already missed her so much. I felt understanding, calming “waves,” then I heard: “purple pocket,” and I fell asleep. The next day, I looked for a pendant among grandma’s jewelry that she always meant for me, but I couldn’t find it. My aunt sadly said grandma probably lost it. When I approached her in front of everyone, I reached into the pocket of her purple cardigan and pulled out the pendant.
Projected
The first time I experienced astral travel, I "flew" to my cousin’s house. It was night, everyone was asleep except her dad, who was digging in the garden. The next day, my cousin called, saying her cat was missing. Without thinking, I blurted out, "Your dad buried it at the back of the garden yesterday." Sadly, I was right, and my uncle still can’t understand how I knew.
The Therapy
I have tried magic mushrooms only once, at a house party. My friends say I sat silently with my eyes closed for hours, but I know what happened. I watched as an outsider my current self and the child within me having a conversation. Many traumas surfaced, I found explanations, answers to questions, and many solutions. It helped so much that I haven’t needed a psychologist since.
Don’t.
I was driving home at night when a voice said: "Not that way." I quickly switched lanes and took a detour home. The next day, I learned a tree had fallen on the road I would have taken—and there had been a fatal accident.
The Angel
I wanted to take my own life, but when I pressed the blade to my wrist, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I didn’t see a body, just a transparent light being whose presence filled me with joy. I asked who it was, and silently, inside my head, it said: “Your guardian angel.” Since then, I know I’m being watched over.
Perspective
I got an amazing job opportunity that was at risk because I couldn’t find my passport. I had been searching for a day and a half without sleep, but it was nowhere to be found. Crying, I collapsed on the floor and, in complete despair, left my body. I saw myself from above, sobbing on the floor and something else… I returned to my body, stood up, reached up to the top of the fridge, and there was my passport.
