My first encounter in life that made me wonder if there was something very much more to our world was after my son died. Within three months of his death a series of strange experieneces that could not be explained began happening. Eventually the freakish events brought me to reading books on the subject of the afterlife. I had never heard of such strange events and I wanted to study anything out there that would help me understand.
I just wasn't raised this way. No church clergy ever spoke to me about such things. The paranormal has been a rather 'hush hush' thing all of my life; anyway, I never thought about it until my experiences began in 2003 when Trevor died (my 25 year old son).
On my quest to learn more from others in the bookstores I was both shocked and amazed.
(funny how much more we learn when we seek out information!|). My childhood beliefs I was trained to believe changed in an instant.
OPEN YOUR EARS AND EYES!
Out of the bookstores I learned I was not alone in having 'visitors' from beyond show themselves. The first book I read was a study book called, "Hello From Heaven." In that book some 2000 people shared their paranormal experiences and what stood out in my mind was how similar the stories and experiences were - and yet none of the group study knew each other, let alone know of each other's similar types of visits from beyond the grave.
I'll talk about the many experiences I have had in another blog at another time.
WHAT HAPPENED TODAY?
This mornings event is so significant it causes me to pick up my laptop and document it, which I am doing now.
I have been sleeping sitting up on a sofa all week. The television has been left on for 'noise' sake (I don't want to lay down flat, and I don't want quiet).
When I woke up about an hour ago I fumbled around for the remote to change the channel. No remote. Ah well, it's likely wedged in the sofa or on the floor somewhere. I got up, made coffee, and began a 15 minute search for my remote which has lately become my biggest need and crutch. WHERE THE HELL IS IT? I tore the sofa apart. I pulled out all of my living room furniture. I went into rooms searching knowing that the last time the remote was in my little hands but a few hours ago before I fell asleep - while sitting on my sofa! But, sigh, I looked in the fridge and oven and closets and drawers and everywhere it could possibly be.
I mean, come on! My condo is only 880 square feet, it is clean and doesn't have a lot of debrie it could get lost within...and it was in my hands when I fell asleep! IT ALWAYS IS!
So, I reached down and picked up the laptop, listening to a television show I didn't want to watch (In the heat of the night - about capital punishment). I couldn't change the channel...my PACE box is so confusing I can barely turn the thing on or off. No, I needed my remote!
And so in my frustration I did some legal business concerning mother's will, got up and poured another coffee, and after some more laptop work sat down, finally putting the laptop on the floor...and decided to just sit and THINK about where my remote could be.
As I put the laptop on the floor the remote fell off of my lap.
I see the activity is starting up again. The laptop had already been up and down on my lap...I had been up several times (to get coffee, pee, search for the remote, etc.).
And yet here it is....by my feet after falling from my lap.
If anyone is interested in this type of thing I'll be writing more of my paranormal stories soon. They are interesting, validated, and I am not alone with the bizarre occurrances.
Or am I? Have you ever had something like this go on that makes you go 'hmmmmm.'
