What do you consider a sign? How would you recognize or psychically sense an energy presence? Do you believe that spirits interfere with technology to get our attention, especially when we are thinking about them?
Last night in a conversation with my sister-in-law on the phone long distance, we got on the subject of ghosts. Not a big surprise. If you’re around me, that’s typically what the conversation will eventually turn to. But I’m also not surprised that my family has all had their fair share of paranormal encounters as well. Every now and then we retell our stories.
I was relating to my sister-in-law, Sonya, my recent experience of the cold mass energy that I experienced in my backyard. She asked what I thought it was but I had no idea really. “Maybe the way I experienced it is just the way that I experience ghosts, spirits, and energy,” I said. She wondered, though, why I felt it actually bump into me rather than the sensation of going through me. Our discussion led us to believe that we just each have different ways of experiencing things and that it’s different for all of us. Sonya said she typically experiences the fragrance of flowers when there’s a presence.
Wouldn’t it be nice to just know more, know what or who it really is, rather than just be able to report the details of the experience? It’s fun to have paranormal experiences, but it would be great to know exactly what’s being experienced. Sonya asked if I write down all my experiences. I said yeah, I do. I write down the date, time, what I was doing, what I was thinking, feeling, etc. I just write as many details as I can think of. Sometimes it’s all I can do to help me learn more about a phenomena and how I sense what I’m able to.
Telling Sonya of my experience of the spirit energy encounter in my backyard reminded me back to many years ago when I was visiting Sonya at her apartment. Must be nearly 20 years ago. She was standing in the kitchen getting a snack for my nephew when I got up to walk into the kitchen too. Suddenly I was stopped by a loud, roaring noise passing my head and the feeling of a strong wind rushing toward me, hitting me in the face. It was so strong and unexpected that I naturally closed my eyes. Even felt my hair being blown back. A moment later when I opened my eyes, I said, “Whoa, what was that?” Sonya hadn’t experienced anything, hadn’t even heard the loud, roaring noise.
On the phone she said, “Maybe the thing you felt in the apartment and the thing in your backyard are spirits attached to a place, the area.”
“Or maybe it has to do with me, a spirit just trying to get my attention because I’m able to sense things,” I said.
Back then, at the apartment, Sonya and my brother had several paranormal experiences themselves. I lived in one of the nearby apartments in the same complex with my now-ex. This had been before we were married. Reminiscing about way back then reminded Sonya of one of the most intense ghostly visits she’d ever had. A friend of ours who was in the army with my brother had a younger sister named Katie who died just 9 days after my wedding day. She was only 19, and while in a Westernaires show fell off her horse and was killed instantly but was continued to be dragged for several minutes before anyone could get to her. It was a horrible tragedy. We were all so struck by it, but I can’t imagine what our friend, her older brother, was going through.
In my conversation with Sonya on the phone, she recounted to me that a couple days after the accident she had a visit from Katie. She described brushing her teeth and then suddenly feeling the temperature in the room suddenly dropping even though it was July. Then suddenly thinking of our friend’s sister even though she knew it wasn’t her own thought. “It was just like she was there,” she said. Sonya ran out to the living room, then ran into the bedroom to wake my brother. But she said it was like something was keeping him asleep. Normally he awakens so easily but she just couldn’t wake him. Then she felt our friend’s sister suddenly communicating to her, “but it was like all this information coming to me so fast, all at once.”
I told her, “In my experience, I call that ‘getting a download’,” and Sonya laughed and said, “Oh yeah, I was getting a download all right, big time!”
She described the feeling of her interpretation of what she was getting, being that our friend’s sister wanted everyone to know she was all right and that she was happy. She didn’t want anyone to worry about her. Sonya then described an overwhelming feeling of being told to just lie down and sleep now, which she did. I asked Sonya to tell me again exactly what she experienced, what exactly she’d received in the message.
And that’s when my cell phone suddenly went static. I could tell that Sonya was speaking but I couldn’t hear what she was saying. I interrupted by saying, “Sonya, I can’t hear you. Can you hear me?” I waited. Then went into the house, trying to find a spot that might make it clear up. Still static. After a couple minutes I could hear her say clearly, “Can you hear me now?”
I let her know that I missed her entire response. She said, “That was weird! I wasn’t even moving, I’m in the same spot. I guess she’s letting us know she knows we’re talking about her!” We both spoke our acknowledgements for her presence in our conversation, and then Sonya was able to repeat what she said. The message to her that night had been an adamant request to please let her family know that she was happy and at peace, that it was very important that they know that. Sonya also interpreted the message to mean that Katie had been trying to get through to her family but their grief wasn’t allowing them to feel her presence yet, which was why she was so adamantly making herself known to Sonya. Sonya confessed she waited several years before telling our friend of the encounter.
So, was that static interruption a sign that Katie’s spirit was acknowledging her presence as we talked about her? I think so. I believe in acknowledging signs wherever you can get them. It’s the shift in consciousness that really matters, not the sign itself. I thought about Katie’s message, how death for the departed really does bring peace. I really do believe that. It’s just so hard for us here to understand it, when we want so badly to hold onto what we have. It’s hard to imagine that kind of shift of consciousness upon death, but so comforting to know it exists.
