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thatsbelievable · 4 months
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lailoken · 1 year
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The night before last, I dreamt that I was wandering through a snowstorm. I noticed that, in the distance, there was the silhouette of a large figure standing amid the flurry, so I made my way toward it. As I approached more closely, I realized that it was the Great Uncle of my husband, wrapped in bear furs. I yelled out to him and tried to ask him what was going on, but he only stared at me solemnly with a steely gaze. I tried to continue my approach after that, but I could no longer seem to get any closer to him, and I woke up after a little bit, before writing down my observation and falling back to sleep.
When we awoke early the next morning to take my dog in for a veterinary appointment, we discovered that it was now snowing heavily and everything was coated in a thick blanket of white. Immediately, I got a sinking feeling in my stomach and told my husband about my dream from the previous night. You see, his great uncle passed away a few years ago, and his ashes are buried in a tended grave on this property. So, between the ominous and silent appearance of my husband's deceased relative in my dream, and the sudden snowfall, we decided it was best for us to reschedule our appointment and stay home for the day. Too much about the dream felt like an ancestral portent.
Later that day, we learned that the very route we needed to drive in order to reach our destination that morning was thoroughly coated with frozen sleet, which ended up causing a massive car pileup with multiple serious injuries.
A great reminder, if there ever was one, that omens from the beloved dead are worth minding.
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azukilynn · 8 months
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I thought I'd had enough of noise, until a small tree-frog started trilling right outside.
As if singing a little song, it calls out at regular intervals.
August seems an odd month to hear such a sound.
The end of summer, long past spring, leaning into autumn, August is something else, something in between.
I think this frog is lonely.
Lonely, just like me.
Azuki Lynn
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apocalypticink · 7 months
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Light up the breached cube,
Let's see what they get up to.
It's empty inside.
Like a cracked egg with no chick,
And no clues what hatched from it.
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howifeltabouthim · 10 months
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If you don't pay attention to signs they pass on by, and you might miss being called to your rightful fate.
Siri Hustvedt, from The Blazing World
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weepingfoxfury · 5 months
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Signs and portents ...
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dougielombax · 7 months
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“It comes?”
I’m sorry but as far as warnings, omens and portents go, that’s just maddeningly unhelpful.
Even a bit suggestive.
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ofgraveconcern · 2 years
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4th August 1577, the infamous sighting of a ghostly black dog in St. Mary’s parish church of Bungay, in the south east of England, during a a great ‘tempest of violent raine, lightning and thunder,’ as the storm shock the church a strange and terrible shaped creature was seen to enter, resembling a hellhound it violently attacked members of the congregation before disappearing. Twelve miles away in the town of Blythburgh, the creature reappeared at the Holy Trinity Church, where it continued its attack of the congregation there. The events were recorded in the same year by the English clergyman, and poet Abraham Fleming (Flemyng). The creature is said to be that of Black Shuck, the name given to a ghostly black dog which is said to roam the coastline and countryside of East Anglia, England. Embedded in the folklore of the area, the name Shuck may derive from the Old English word ‘scucca’ meaning demon or possibly from the local dialect word ‘shucky’ meaning shaggy or hairy. Further north there are also the tales of other spectre dogs, the white ‘Gallytrot’, (‘Gally’ being an old word for fright); and the ‘Barghest’ of York, who enters the city and preys upon travellers in the narrow mediaeval lanes, such as the most famous known as the ‘Shambles’. A Black Dog has also been seen as the site of the Norman motte and bailey castle known as Clifford’s tower, the site of the 1190 massacre of the Jewish population. Despite living for nearly two years opposite the tower, I unfortunately, (or fortunately if the impending doom aspect is to be believed), did not lay eyes upon the creature. (Continued in the comments). #thursdaytales #blackshuck #weirdhistory #darkhistory #cryptids #cryptid #cryptidcore #cryptidsighting #cryptidart #16thcentury #paranormal #paranormalencounters #ghostly #monstersamonguspodcast #portents #ghostdogs #strangehistory #strangehistoryfacts🤔 #mythology #hellhound #hellhounds #mythologicalcreatures #mythsandlegends #mythological #mythologicalart #gothictales #blackdog #cryptozoology #cryptic_aesthetic #paranormalhistory https://www.instagram.com/p/Cg1_ouAOLSn/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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daisukitoo · 1 year
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"Look, buddy, I already checked in the back. Omens we got. Signs? We got them too. But we're fresh out of portents. Maybe try again Tuesday? We usually get shipments on Tuesday."
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Someone who's better at omens than I am figure this out for me.
I went down to visit my parents and family for the weekend. On the drive back as we were doing down the highway I saw a house fire. A big one, and what was most concerning was this huge spruce tree in the yard that had caught fire and had 60 foot flames crawling the trunk of the tree. We were nowhere near an off ramp and the whole thing was gone at highway speed before I could even fish out my phone to call the fire department. It wasn't a subtle fire, they already knew about it.
Then 6 and a half hours of driving through winter weather warning later, as we were in the home stretch, we come by another fire. What was left anyway.
Again, it was the side of the road and already attended to and we only saw it for a second. A very nice recent model jeep smoldering in a snowbank. No more flames tires or windows left. The paint job was somehow immaculate, an electric blue that flashed bright in the split second illumination of the headlights. The wrecker pulled up to meet a bored state trooper waiting at the scene as we passed.
Idk. Wierd weekend vibes from the land of ice and snow.
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thatsbelievable · 1 year
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I just realized that a few days before Chinese New Year, an owl caught, dismembered and ate a rabbit in our neighbour's yard, just outside our window.
...A few days before the start of the Year of the Rabbit.
I don't know if I should be worried or not.
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thedurvin · 2 years
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A bird or something pooped on my porch screen and it looks like a hovering sigil of a sword, is this a good omen or
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cmweller · 2 years
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Challenge #03501-I213: Blessed With the Ability to Curse
They were born with heterochromia and when their canines grew in, they grew in long and pointed. Yes they were human, it was a genetic anomaly. But hey, they loved how it scared pirates when they smiled fully and showed THOSE teeth!
[While I don't have heterochromia - a condition where the person is born with one eye being one color and the other eye being a completely different color, when I lost my eye-teeth, aka the canines, as a kid, the adult teeth grew in long and pointed. Unfortunately.... :-( My parents dragged me to the dentist and had the dentist grind them down to match the rest of my teeth in length, and to get rid of the points. I wish they'd left my fangs alone.] -- DaniAndShali
When Janka was born, it was under some portents that none of the seers could agree upon. Some hailed her arrival as good luck. Others bad. When her eyes changed from their infant's grey to a mismatched pair of colours, they leaned towards bad. Witch-eyed children were certainly a bad omen.
Nevertheless, there were those who championed her welfare, witch-eyed or not.
Once behind a set of smoked glass[1] circles, nobody would see or care that one of her eyes was green and the other brown. It was when her fangs came in that the rest of her village got upset. Which was why, in that same week, Janka's mother sent her off with her father to learn sailing.
[Check the source for the rest of the story]
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archivist-crow · 9 days
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On this day:
TITANIC PORTENTS
On April 14, 1912, two hours before the ocean liner Titanic hit the iceberg, the Reverend Charles Morgan of Winnipeg, Manitoba, had a chilling premonition. As the ship sailed toward its fate, Morgan was finishing up his list of hymns for that day's service. Overcome by tiredness, the reverend stretched out on his couch and fell into a fitful sleep that was filled with frantic voices and the crash of waves. In the background he could hear the strains of an old hymn "For Those in Peril on the Sea." Shaken by this experience, Morgan shared his nightmare with his congregation and led them in the singing of the old hymn.
News of the "world's greatest peacetime marine disaster" reached Winnipeg the next morning. Residents also learned that two hours before striking the iceberg, the Reverend Ernest Carter was holding services on board, and the congregation was singing "For Those in Peril on the Sea."
On April 14, 1935, seaman William Reeves was standing lookout on a tramp steamer from England to Canada. It was very foggy, and he began to sense danger. Suddenly, he realized it was the same day that the Titanic had gone down twenty-three years before, and it was his birthday. He shouted an alarm. The ship was brought to a halt—just yards away from a huge iceberg, one of several that surrounded the ship. The name of the ship Reeves sailed on was the Titanian. It took icebreakers from Newfoundland nine days to break it out.
Text from: Almanac of the Infamous, the Incredible, and the Ignored by Juanita Rose Violins, published by Weiser Books, 2009
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howifeltabouthim · 1 year
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She puts so much faith in these wretched dreams.
Ellen Wood, from East Lynne
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