I have always considered myself as, healthily sceptical, in such matters. Yet there have been five incidents in recent years that I can't fully explain. Two, were genuinely life threatening. These two events, were not of my making and were totally out of my control. Had somebody, at some prior time, asked me, what would you do if... My answer would be, “apart from blind panic and dread, I haven't got a clue”. On both occasions, I was completely alone, both were unexpected, violent, and started within a split second. Yet, on both occasions, after a moment of shear panic, I was consumed by an incredible and sudden calmness. I have always been a laid back type of bloke, once being described as, half man, half mattress and I think that's a fair and accurate assessment. But, if during these events, I had totally lost it, assuming I had survived, I would have fully forgiven myself. Whether it was divine intervention, a skill hidden deep inside or instinct, I don't know. The jury's still out!
In contrast, the three other occasions were uplifting and comforting. On each occasion, just in that moment between wakefulness and sleep, I feel a hand, stroke my head. Just once, from forehead to neck. The way a mother comforts her child. On each occasion, I was troubled. Yet immediately, the weight was lifted. I can't explain it! But I'm so glad it happens.
I also have a chilling and tragic ghost story. It involves my family and happened when my mum was just 18 years old. The story always sent chills down my spine and just thinking about it now, still does. When I summon up the courage, I will post it.