@cheesemongery
'Completely unrelated to what happened when couldnt recognise a face and symptoms are too much to write about here - plus I dont like to go back there if that makes sense as i still remember what was 'coming to me'.' ...
Interesting that somebody can relate to what happened to me - I know what you mean about too many symptoms [experiences to write about]. Hope all's well with you now.
OP: 'I’m beginning to doubt myself now. I don’t think it was a Thomson’s gazelle. More like an Okapi, on reflection.' Now you're making me laugh; sorry if I shouldn't be laughing but, if you're being serious; great gazelle identification skills whilst in the midst of a traumatic experience.
@HannaYeah mentioned past live experiences. I used to dismiss this, but I studied hypnotherapy for a while. Not saying this made me change my mind, but it did lead to me reading a book about hypnosis/hypnotherapy which offered up various explanations for past life regression experiences. One of these was was the idea of genetic memory. You're not experiencing your own 'past life', but your body/ brain is inheriting things other than physical genes. The writer didn't state his own thoughts on past-life regression and didn't come down on the side of any particular theory, which made it easier to form my own opinion. What was a bit freaky for me was that I'd always had a fear of being in water in an enclosed space, ie swimming pools, but not the sea. I'd have nightmares about those big water towers. To this day I can't swim. Quite a long time after the hypnotherapy course I was at my mum's, looking at various family things that my mum had of my uncle's after he went into care. There was a collection of old-style memorial cards, with black edging, probably previously belonging to my grandma, dating from the late 1800s/early1900s. They were my ancestors. One of them was for a five-year-old, who drowned in a well. I have those cards now. I don't look at them, but I feel some sort of connection with that child.
Another thing that happened about 30 years ago was when I was visiting Castleton [? Blue John mine place]. We were walking past a school that looked like it was probably dated from Victorian age and chatting. The school was to our right. As we talked I vaguely saw a dark shape, out of the corner of my eye, come across my path from the direction of the school. I started to apologise, thinking I was too busy talking and was going to walk into somebody, but there was nobody there. Just the other visitors ahead of and behind us on the pavement.
Sorry to go on and on, but I find this whole subject so fascinating. I'm not religious, I don't believe in ghosts, but I do believe there are so many things that known science can't explain. After all (I may be completely wrong) aren't we made up of electrical elements, and electricity can't be destroyed? It just adapts.
Can you tell I'm missing being an OU student now I've got my later life degree - sorry 