Ocean Of Perspectives

People tend to either believe or disbelieve in the idea of spirits interacting with us (commonly called ghosts, but I like saying spirits instead). Perhaps you have heard stories where someone was in danger and later state that they felt someone pull them away from harm. Despite stories told by people who had these experiences, there are those who remain firm that such things did not and could not happen. Even when we are the one to have an experience, our mind questions if it really happened and when other people look at us disbelievingly, we then tell ourselves we imagined it.

I would like to share why I believe spirits are around us and sometimes interact with us. No, it’s not a thriller. But, it proved to me that there is more going on beyond normal explanations.

My first experience was when I was a child. At night when everything was quiet, I would hear odd noises. After awhile, I gave up asking my mother about them because she always would tell me they were my imagination. When I started waking during the night from being tickled on my back though, I knew this was more than the imagination of a child. Even though it only involved tickling, this was rather scary to me because I was the only one in the room. This seemed to happen whenever I was lying on my back. So along with being afraid to go to bed, I grew afraid to sleep on my back.

After getting married and having children of my own, my young daughter visited my parents and slept in my old bedroom. It wasn’t until she was in her mid twenties though, that she talked to me about that visit in more detail. We were having a pleasant conversation when she started to tell me about the time she slept in my old bedroom at my parents. She described to me how she would wake up during the night being tickled. I was surprised at what she was telling me. As an adult, I had become busy with my husband, children and day to day life and had forgotten the tickles until she shared her experience with me. Her story was very similar to my own. As it turns out, my sister and brother, who are much older than me, claim they saw a ghost in the same bedroom. These stories verified that my experience wasn’t my imagination after all.

Instead of seeing spirits/ghosts, I sense and feel their presence. I always knew I was sensitive to other people because I was able to sense what they were feeling before they would  tell me. But whenever I would sense or feel a presence when there wasn’t anyone there, I would tell myself that it was my imagination. Learning about clairsentience explained a lot of things to me and I stopped closing my mind to the extraordinary when it happens.