Our world is filled with mystery, magic, and the bizarre, making the expression "truth is stranger than fiction" a phrase that everyone knows. In Strange But True, Corrine Kenner and Craig Miller have selected some of the most amazing true stories from the pages of FATE magazine, and presented them in a way that will startle, thrill, and fill you with a sense of wonder about the universe.
When ordinary people experience the extraordinary, it changes them forever. The reports in Strange But True (over 130 of them) document some of these amazing, life-altering events. You'll get every vivid, uncanny detail from actual witnesses about their eerie encounters with the unknown such as:
·Ghosts, apparitions, and other mysterious creatures of the spirit realm
·Miraculous healings and remarkable recoveries
·Incredible coincidences (or are they bursts of synchronicity?)
·Dreams that foretold the future
·Cases of reincarnation and visits from the dead
·Astounding oracles and weird fortunetellers
Each one of the stories in Strange But True is sworn to be a factual event, but each one also goes deeper than the physical shock and surprise of the bizarre. The events in Strange But True changed people's lives. Reading about them may help you find a new direction, a new path, and maybe even new hope for your life, too.
Whether you're a true believer, a doubting debunker, or are somewhere in between, Strange But True will definitely delight and amaze you with the nature of the human spirit and the vast potential of experience we all can have. Strange But True is must reading for everyone.
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