Some time ago, I was reading Sylvia Browne's book "Life on the Other Side". My mother loaned it to me, believing I would find it a great interest due to my current beliefs and experiences. From the moment I picked up the book and started to read, I have felt so many things. Namely, that buzzing/pressure feeling I get in my head.
I better explain this a bit more.
Some years ago, I was wandering about the South Hill cemetery, taking pictures of the old headstones and had just moved from the historical section toward the "rich" section. I saw a headstone I wanted a picture of, so I lifted my camera and was focusing in. I owned an old manual 35mm SLR, no auto nothing! Just as I was about to snap the picture, I felt/heard this resounding, explosive, "NO!" in my head. I jumped and looked around, but there was no one around me. My head was vibrating...inside...a persistent numbing type of buzzing. Every time I tried to snap a picture of that headstone, it would increase. I got the hint...and apologized to the spirit, and did not take a picture of that headstone. To this day, I still get that buzzing/vibrating feeling in my head, with the added pressure to the top of my head. Not like something is pressing down on my head. It's more...visceral. Hard to explain.
So...I'm reading along when I come to this section of the book, which I will type out.
"A sudden, deafening crack, like a gunshot, knifed the air behind me and almost simultaneously I heard Grandma Ada's voice call out, "Sylvia!"....(skipping down some)...I learned years afterward, by the way, that the deafening crack is a phenomenon called a "rapport", which happens when an abrupt sound pierces the "veil" between the Other Side's dimension and ours, much like the sonic boom of the sound barrier being broken." Life on the Other Side, pages 44 and 45.
That buzzing started up again...as though someone or something was trying to point this out to me. One night, I went to bed with hubby. The kid was asleep in her room, it was around midnight. Hubby slipped off to sleep easily enough. I was lying there, my right hand on his back, because I like to feel the presence of another when I sleep. Just as I was slipping off to sleep, being in a somewhat lucid frame, I felt an incredible electrical jolt in my right hand, as though someone had just shocked me with high voltage. I was so taken by surprise, my whole body jerked up and snapped me out of my lucid dreaming state.
Was someone trying to get my attention then?
Here are some more experiences I've had:
Another story...when I was young, just before and after the birth of my little brother, we lived in a rental house in Edgewood, WA. We used to have the worst luck with small items, namely silverware. Spoons. We could not keep spoons in the drawer of that house. We'd know there were spoons, but when we needed one, damn it, none were there. We'd find them in stupid places too. Under/behind the couch...stacked nicely. On a top shelf, under the bed. After my brother was born, My sister (2 years younger) and I had to share a room. Our closet had the doors removed, those track doors, because we were always knocking the doors off the tracks and my dad was sick of putting them back on. We put our dressers in the closet and lined that top shelf with our dolls and stuffies.
One night, I woke up for some reason. No idea why. I looked over and caught sight of something moving in the corner of my eye. I looked and WATCHED a doll on that shelf...WALK across that shelf. Apparently I wasn't the only one since my sister started screaming. That doll then leaped from the shelf toward us. I say leaped because when it hit the floor, there was no way for that doll to have reached that distance if it had just fallen from the shelf. Mom and Dad apparently believed us, we moved soon after, though they never did tell us we were only dreaming...yet have never said that they believed us, either.
Our apartment was haunted by a transient ghost or three. One of them was a regular and liked to see if he could scare the bejezuz out of me. My computer used to sit on our dining room table, and I would sit facing the sliding glass door. We never closed our blinds, living on the second floor, no real need to. Every so often, late at night, I would catch a moving shadow figure in the reflection of the glass...but when I look up to see, no one is there. One night, Spike had gone to bed early and I was working on my poetry when from the corner of my eye, I saw "Spike" round the corner and head into the kitchen behind me. He was wearing his dark colored shorts and no shirt, his chest and upper body is pale. I thought nothing of it, as he usually gets up to get something to eat in the middle of the night. I could see movement in the kitchen, but later when I thought about it, I don't recall hearing any noises. I said something to him and got no reply. THAT pissed me off to no end, so I turned to say something and no one is there. THAT weirded me out so I got up to look for him and I found him in bed, the door closed. I went in and woke him...and he said he had not gotten up to snack. I went out to the kitchen and there was nothing.
Remember that scene in 6th Sense when the mother goes into the kitchen from the laundry and talks to the boy, sees his tie as dirty and removes it, then goes back to the laundry room to get a clean one, walks back into the kitchen and all the drawers and cupboards were open? Same here once. All the pantry, cupboard, and laundry doors were open. The laundry doors squeak, but I never heard it. I once did hear the coat closet by our front door slide open on its own. I tell you what, when you are alone with your child...and you hear a door open BY
ITSELF...maternal instincts kick in. I grabbed her, ran to the bedroom, and made her stay in the bathroom while I investigated, armed with a claymore of all things. (Hey! It was the only weapon easily accessible at the time!) The closet door was indeed open...and a search of the apartment yielded nothing.
I did a cleansing ritual after that...but we still had our ghosts come through every so often.
I knew the exact moment my Chinese grandmother passed away. I was dreaming I was sleeping on the floor beside my bed...my mother was sleeping in the bed beside me...and my grandmother was sleeping beside my mother.
I remember being woken up...my mother asking me to check the time. I told her the time...then asked why. She said Grandpa had died. I remember crying and then sleeping again. I woke up the next morning to get ready for class when Dad came in and told me Mom had called and Grandma had died. Mom was in Taiwan at the time, helping the family take care of Grandma, and ease her passing from life to death. I asked what time Grandma had died...and he told me. The time she died over there...and the time I told my "mother" the time in my dream, with the time zone difference...were right on. It was odd though that in my dream, it was my Chinese grandfather that died and not my grandmother.
My mother's side of the family are all sensitive. She could tell you stories that would make your hair stand on end...
I also record EVPs. Electronic Voice Phenomena. You can hear a few samples of what I've caught on my YouTube account.
The house we're currently renting is haunted. We have a male spirit that likes to set off the smoke detector downstairs. Just once, and then it stops. Doors open on their own, and curtains we know were closed are open when we return home.
So, anyone else have paranormal experiences you want to share? =)