This article is about my experience with the paranormal, and supernatural, and about unusual events in my life.
This is my first unusual experience that happened when I was 26 years old. I was married to my first husband who was lying next to me in our bed. I woke up in the middle of the night, and sat up in bed. To my surprise, there was a man standing at the end of the bed, and he looked like one of my husband's friends, named Phil. I shook my husband, and I told him that someone was in our house, Although he was half awake, he never opened his eyes, and he refused to get up. When I looked back up towards the end of the bed again, the man was gone. I got up, and looked through the house. I did not see anyone, or hear anyone leave. The next day, I told my husband again about the incident, and he said that his friend, Phil had been telling him about experimenting with "out-of-body" experiences. It was the first time that I ever heard about an “out-of-body” experience. That sparked my interest, and I immediately said, "I have to get hold of Phil, where does he stay?" My husband told me that Phil just moved, and he didn't know where he moved to. We never saw him again. I think the reason Phil never came around anymore is because I was in my birthday suit when I saw him, and he thought my husband would get mad at him. As of today, my first husband still swears that he let no one in our house that night. My only explanation for this incident is that it must have been a supernatural out of body experience. That was my first experience with the paranormal.
My next experience with the paranormal, or supernatural, was after my grandmother died. My mother gave me my grandmother's jewelry box. I was married to my second husband. The jewelry box was sitting on my dresser. Every night the jewelry box would shake. At first I thought it was from a train going by, but my husband said that it must be supernatural because nothing else in the room was shaking.
Dreams and contact from the dead.
When my eldest son was on his death bed, one of the nurses came in early to work, and told us that she had a very vivid dream at 5:00 in the morning, and she dreamt that my son was holding a bible, and he said,” I don't know why everyone is so worried. I know I am going to heaven."
My beautiful 22 year old son died, and I was at his funeral sitting down with the rest of my family and friends. The minister had requested a song from me, and I had bought a new music tape of the song; I believe I can fly. This was the last thing I could do for my son, and I wanted everything to be perfect. To me, the song depicted my son’s belief that he knew he was going to heaven, and that he would be flying with the angels. When I listened to the song, I closed my eyes and imagined my son singing the song. Everything was quiet except for the music, and I was fully focused on the words to that song. Then suddenly the new tape of the song was interrupted by what sounded like bad rock music. I opened my eyes, and wondered what was happening to the music. A couple of minutes later, it went back to the original song. I never asked anyone else if they heard it, and I'm not sure why. It may have been because I was in shock about my son's death, and it didn't seem to be important at that time. I don't know if I was the only one that heard the music, or if everyone else heard it too. But I know I heard it. I don't think that the incident could have happened in the natural scheme of things, I think it must have been supernatural, and my son telling me that he was there with us at the funeral.
When my youngest son and I were sitting in the front row in the coliseum at the graveyard, there were three vases sitting in front of the casket. There was no wind, but the vases fell down several times. The pallbearers’ had to put the vases back up.
About six months later, after my son died, I received a phone call from a young man who told me that he was from Federal express, and a package would be delivered to me on a certain date and time. I told my ex-husband and mother, and they thought it sounded fishy. They came to my house at the date and time that the package was to be delivered, because they said Federal Express does not call before they come, and they were concerned about my safety. No one from Federal express showed up. I figured it must be a crank call, and I didn't remember getting any real crank calls in years. But my son that died had always played practical jokes and made crank calls to me. Then he called me back and said,” Didn’t you know it was me?" Of course he fooled me again.
It was a year after my son died, and my ex-husband came over on mother’s day to deliver a mothers day card that had fallen from the top of his closet, on to the floor. It was a mother's day card that my deceased son had gave me. Steve thought it was odd that it would fall on that exact day. Neither one of us even knew he had it.
Then there was the time when I was sitting on the couch in the living room when I remembered that my son called Jerry Springer when my son was on his death bed. My son loved Jerry Springer and had always wanted to be on the Jerry Springer show, but they turned him down. I said out loud to myself, "I ought to sue Jerry Springer!" At that very moment, my bedroom door slammed by itself. I raised my hands in the air, and said, “Sorry, I won't sue Jerry Springer!".
Signs from the Supernatural.
I was mourning the death of my son and it was almost more than I could bear. I was praying to God, and lying on the bed crying. Then I looked up, and I saw a cross of light on the wall. I wondered if it could have been from the sunlight that was shining in from the shades. It was there for several days. If it was from the shades, I never remember seeing it before in the year that I lived there. I felt like it was a comforting, supernatural, sign from God.
Years later, I was going to religious meetings. The leader showed us a pencil with a white Kleenex on it. She said,” This is how God sees you, because Jesus died for our sins." When I was driving home that night from the meeting, I was depressed, and thinking about all of the mistakes that I made in my life. Then I looked in the window on the passenger’s side, and it looked like a white sheet hanging over something. I thought to myself,” What is that?" Then I remembered what the leader of the meeting said. She said,” This is how God sees you." I looked around to see what logical explanation there could be for the vision. I Saw a Kleenex lying on the passenger side’s seat. I wondered if it could have reflected in the window from the Kleenex. But if it did, I asked myself why I hadn't noticed it before, since I was always using Kleenex because I have always had an unexplained runny nose since I was a kid. I'm sure that I put crumpled Kleenex on the passenger’s seat a hundred times before. I believed that the reflection in the window was a paranormal sign from God, and not just a coincidence.
A week after my son died, his fiancée told me that when she received her electric bill in the mail, my son's name was on the bottom of the last page of the bill. I told her to call the electric company and see why his name was on there. She called them and they said the name was just someone who worked at the electric company. I guess we were grabbing at straws, and there was nothing supernatural about it.
Years later, I was lying in my bed, and it was early morning. (I tend to wake up several times during the night, and morning before I actually wake up to start my day.) I was getting cold, but I was too tired to get up and turn on my space heater on. I was lying there, and thinking to myself that I sure wish that space heater would turn on. Then to my surprise, it did turn on. I thought it was strange, but I went back to sleep. When I woke up again, I thought about what had happened with the heater, and remembered my unusual experience with the Ouija board years before. It was unsettling, so I took the heater, and threw it out in the outside dumpster. The incident gave me the creeps when I thought about the heater turning itself on by itself.
A week later, I got my hair done at the beauty parlor, and I told my beautician about the incident with the space heater. A man sitting in the shop, over heard my conversation, and informed me that now space heaters are made to turn themselves on and off. I was so relieved! When I went home, I found the box that the space heater had been in, and it said on the box that it would turn itself off and on according to what temperature that it was set on. I was glad that there was nothing paranormal or supernatural involved.
These are all true stories of my experience with the paranormal. Some people will believe them, and some will not. Each person has to judge for themselves. But only I know they are true.