I couldn’t think of a clever blog title. So I’m just saying hi.
It feels sort of weird not writing about ghosts today after all those posts. Although I shouldn’t be using that term, as it’s not really PC; Mr. Weebles rightly pointed out that they’re not ghosts, they’re Paranormal Americans. At least, the ones I’ve met so far have been American. In the future I’d like to have a more diverse group of paranormal friends. I’ll be curious to find out whether they keep their accents in the hereafter. I hope so.
Some people have asked if I’ve had other strange experiences like the ones I wrote about. Yup, I have. Not as dramatic as those three stories, but strange nonetheless. They started happening after I turned 40 and increased after I started training to become a reiki practitioner.
Once, when I was doing research on my favorite Paranormal American, Mr. Cornelius, I picked up a handwritten letter (written by someone else) and I got a distinct, overwhelming sense of the personality of the letter writer (for the record, he felt like a pompous, annoying prig). I also found that I could hold someone’s keys and get a sense of them by “listening” to the energy from the keys. Stuff like that. I can tell how people are feeling by “reading” them, or sometimes even without reading them—sometimes I just pick up a vibe out of nowhere. I know, it sounds kind of ridiculous. I can’t explain it, and I have no idea how or why it started happening. And it’s kind of hit or miss; sometimes I get stuff, sometimes I get bupkes.
And no, I can’t predict winning lottery numbers. Don’t think I haven’t tried.