I'm not sure paranormal is even the right word to use really. Sometimes I feel like it is more of a spiritual connection to these entities or "people" to me.
I've thought about not writing about my experiences for fear of being judged by others but then thought, how can I be judged really when these are my experiences. No one else shared in these moments.
I like to think that I am intuitive. I have heard, seen, smelled and felt things out of the ordinary.
Age: 7 or 8- In my bedroom at night...got extremely frightened. Big, tall, black figure at the side of my bed, I could feel it standing there next to me looking at me. I was really scared. I crawled under my covers hoping it'd go away but it didn't. I peeked out of my covers and it was at the end of my bed looking up at me on my bed...I "imagined" I think, green eyes on it...it was a tall, wide or fat, black mass but tall like a person. I felt it was a man. I don't know why but I always called it "Big Bad John" after that song. I stayed under my covers crying for a while till I couldn't breathe anymore and mustered up all my strength and went out in the hallway crying till my Mom heard me and told me I had a bad dream and put me back to bed. Never happened again.
For years and years as an adult, I've had repeated dreams of helicopters crashing. The dream comes in many different forms; always scary and dramatic, always very real feeling. There would always be a fear of death in the dream, and then I always wake up before the deaths occur. Maybe that is normal for people to have recurring dreams like that? I don't know. I'm sure it means something in a dream dictionary somewhere. I should look it up.
I had a premonition. I dreamt the death event of my ex husbands grandfather. I dreamt it the very morning it actually unfolded as I had just dreamt it. Act for act...it played out. I told my then husband what I had dreamt as I was very upset feeling and then it happened just as soon as I got done explaining what I just saw in my dream. I know for some, this freaks them out to learn this. I don't have control over it. It just happens.
One time many, many years ago, I saw a man in Mohawk Furniture in Broadalbin, NY, while doing a maintenance check with my then husband...the mill was closed and we were the only people in the whole place. The man, he was bald and dressed in junkie clothes/work clothes in an area of the mill that was not in use at that time but used to be. I learned that this man used to work there and he died there somehow, stories always around about people seeing him. He just looked ordinary. He was just there.
While dating my current husband, Rocco, and he took me to St. Anthony's church in Schenectady,NY, where Rocco lit a remembrance candle for his mother. I felt a huge wave of ...like I wanted to cry.....and then I told Rocco his mother is here and that she was really proud of him. I don't know where that came from...but feeling was strong.
I had another premonition. I had a dream about the upcoming death of my husband, Rocco's Great Aunt Margherita. She came to me in my dream two days before her death to tell me to get Rocco to come to her. She was speaking in Italian but I knew what she was saying and I don't understand Italian. She was saying, "Rocco, come to see me. Rocco come to see me." I saw her in her bed, leaning over the edge of it, like she was in pain. She was looking towards what would have looked like where Rocco usually sat by her bed to visit her. She never spoke. She couldn't talk. They said she had Alzheimer's Disease and was frequently "not really there" or so they said. I wonder now. I didn't know this lady. I had only met her one time and she would just stare out to space in silence. I didn't tell my husband right away of the dream because I doubted myself. I just brushed off the dream as silliness and carried on. However, throughout the next day it was nagging at me to tell him anyways. And then she died the following day. I felt bad I didn't speak up sooner.
One evening I was up in my office working on my computer for hours. I was very engrossed in my work. Then out of the corner of my right eye I saw a man in a military uniform standing next to me. Khaki green fitted jacket with a red belt and a gold buckle in the center. Lots of buttons in front and up the front of the jacket, fitted pants, and boots. I saw no face. I just knew it was a man. He was just there, no words, no harm. On that occasion I could "feel" that it was a man. You know how sometimes you are working along with something and you think you felt that someone was behind you standing? That is a kind of energy field. I can feel when energies change within a room. I was surprised by what I saw but at the same time I was very accepting of it. I didn't feel scared at all. I felt like this man was just watching me out of curiosity. The interesting thing about this incident was that later on about a year later or so, I learned from my neighbor who is a psychic medium, that she had a young lady visit her. She gave the name to me because this lady said it was her grandparents that used to live here at our house. The lady said she wondered about her grandfather who had passed on. She went on telling a story about how her grandfather was in the military and he was MIA for many years. She told of how her grandmother used to pace the house with worry, wondering and waiting for her husband to return home again. I never learned if he was found or not. I too had a reading done with my neighbor, the psychic. I told her about a man that I made up a name for, "George" I said, is what I named my military man who I saw here at my home. The psychic said, Shelley, that is not a made up name, that IS his name. I thought to myself how did I come across that name for him? It was just like it was planted in my head. The psychic said, yes, it was, because HE put it there for me. He put that thought in my mind as a message. It is such a subtle action to learn to listen to your intuition. I'm still learning.
However, in the following years, I'd see a figure pacing across my front lawn, over and over again. It was like he/it was watching over the house in a way I felt. I just would see it and accept it again as I felt no harm in it. I asked my neighbor the psychic what she thought of this during another reading I had with her. She said it is George, the military man. He is searching for his wife. You see, it had been some 25 years later, when the wife who lived at this house, seemed to close herself inside and draw the shades to be alone as she waited for her MIA husband to come home. As time went on, and the years flew by, the wife began going down hill health wise and she was removed from the home and put in a nursing home to be better taken care of.
I never saw the military man again inside my house but continued seeing him pacing outside my living room window. Sometimes I would just feel his presence in my home like he was watching me. At times that would become uncomfortable. My neighbor suggested I state, "George, go to the light" a few times to guide him "home". After I did that for a few times, the feeling of someone watching me was gone.
I will continue my paranormal stories with the next blog soon. What experiences do you want to share? Do you dare? I feel it is completely normal that we all have experiences one time or another that we feel that we cannot quite understand fully on this plane. It's ok. Acceptance helps. And then we learn.
