All My Life

I honestly don't recall a time in my life when I didn't know the paranormal. I recall being maybe 3 years old and being completely aware of the Otherside. I jumped in and out of the fog quite naturally even then. At 4, it was my first UFO sighting. When I was 6, my mother got cancer, and suddenly I was in hospitals seeing the people who 'weren't really there' and wondering why anyone would want to stay in a hospital after they were dead. I saw the energies around my mother, her 'angels' I believe, and the night before she died, I was told that it was coming. I can't really talk about how I knew, but since that night, I've always known when someone was going to pass. In every case, I get 3-4 days' notice, but with my mother and my father, it was the night before. I knew what was coming. I crawled into bed with my dad that night because I wanted to be there for him when the phone rang. I was only 8, but I was so much more aware than anyone gave me credit for being. The night before my father passed, I knew, and he was an entire continent away from me. It was an awful night of just waiting for the phone call. As I age, I often fear the worst about who it will be next, but often it's a celebrity or someone I haven't spoken to in years. Many times I'll dream about the specific person close to the time of their passing as well. 

There have been some paranormal moments I won't speak about at all, and then there is my favorite. Not long after my mother passed, my dad and I moved into an old plantation house with my older sister and her family. I shared a bedroom with my younger niece and nephew. We had a huge fireplace in our room that would always be lit somehow when it got too cold, and I would be the one yelled at for it. It wasn't me. Then one night, an old man in a brown suit and hat walked into my room to the foot of the bed, tipped his hat to me, walked around the bed and straight through a locked door that led to a room packed to the rafters with boxes and items. That apparition stands out to me more than any other I've seen. 

As I got older, into my teens, I started noticing that paranormal things happened in another house I was living in. This time, it was nasty stuff. Things were thrown, reflections in windows and mirrors, footsteps, loud bangs, it was constant and very annoying. It was worst when I was home alone, like it was tormenting me. I was 15 when I went to the library and started to study the paranormal, reading everything I could get my hands on, from mythology to ghost stories, the Satanic Bible and various religious texts, all to gather information on the Otherside. I wanted to understand what I had known all my life. It led to a lifetime of studying that continues today. 

I could write volumes about my paranormal experiences, readings I've done, and so on, but that's for another time. I just wanted to share a bit of how ingrained into my life the paranormal world really is.