Welcome back everyone! So sorry it has been so long, but it is time to start writing again. This has been a crazy year, and I wouldn't mind forgetting about some if it. But for now, I am going to open up about something that, until the last little while, I didn't want broadcast to the world. So, judge me if you will, that's fine. But here goes...
I believe in the paranormal. I have since I was a little girl. It's something that has always been apart of my life, whether I wanted to admit it or not. It was hard being so sensitive to environments. If there was tension in the house, I felt it. If my siblings were fighting in the basement, I would be upstairs, crying, and didn't know why until I heard about the fighting later. I would take on other's emotions and not understand why. I could walk into a room and literally feel the emotion of something that had just taken place.
My house was a home to 10 living people at one point, and a few not-so-living things at others. When my room was upstairs, I could hear someone walking up and down the hall, up and down the stairs, downstairs in the kitchen, at all hours of the day and night. I would go to find out who was up, and there would be no one. I would be in the kitchen and look at the hallway to the front room, and see shadows sneak by. There is a bed in the basement with a creepy closet. It was always very cold in there and there was always a funky vibe. You would feel as if you were being watched.
When I got older, I moved to the basement, in a different room than the one with the creepy closet, and the family room was right above me. I could hear someone pacing back and forth often. I hated crossing the basement family room to get to my room in the dark, because I knew someone, or something, was there. I would have the strangest dreams and find myself sleep walking. One time, I walked straight into a wall and woke up with a bloody nose.
At one point, something happened with my older siblings, and my dad finally blessed the house because it was even starting to concern him. And it wasn't until we all grew up and my parents sold the house that we started talking to each other about what had happened. Even my mom asked us about it and if we ever felt or saw anything there. That's when I knew that I didn't imagine it and didn't make everything up in my crazy head.
By this time, I had started doing my own research about the paranormal. Now, I don't believe all the theories out there. Some of them are just too weird, even for me. But what I do know is that there is a lot more to the afterlife than we know. I could go on and on about different experiences, my college stories, my work stories at different theaters, and maybe they will come at another time.
For now though, I guess all I can say is that I do believe they exists. I don't believe that all of them are evil or dark spirits, nor do I believe they are all good. I do believe that emotions and energy can be absorbed by the world around us, and that sometimes, that's all the is witnessed. And, on a spiritual side, I also believe that, at times, the veil between Heaven and Earth can be very, very thin. And those are the moments we have with family members, or with others while at the temple. Those are the best kind of "paranormal" experiences one can have.
Anyway, if you are interested in my other stories and experiences, let me know and I will share more. If not, than we do have Christmas Shoes 2013 to look forward to. And this year is going to be pretty epic!
