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Paranormal is my everyday life
I've had it for years
“When did you first discover you had ‘the site‘?” I asked my mother on the last holiday we would ever share in this physical world. This was not a normal conversation between the two of us, in fact it was the first time I’d ever brought it up. Her response to me “My mother always had it, but I never did.”
Now I can for a certain degree of certainty say that yes, she did have the site. Some would call it paranormal, others ESP and yet others, mysterious coincidences. I’ve always just called it ‘the site’. My mom used to tell me she had eyes in the back of her head, that’s how she knew when my brother or I were doing something wrong.
She always told me when I grew up, I’d get it too, I just needed to have children. It started before I had kids. I didn’t realize it at the time it was happening, now that I’m older and a little more open to discovery, I know what was happening. It started not too long after my grand mother passed.
When I was married to my first husband a minister recognized my paranormal gift and wanted to use me in her travels. I refused, not only was I unsure of myself, but I didn't trust her motives. She just 'felt' wrong.
Whether she wanted it or not, she had it.
I would start thinking of a friend, wanting to talk to one of them and the next thing I knew they would call or come over. It was very difficult to keep secrets from my mother at this time, she seemed to know everything I was up to. When I was in the 10th grade I skipped school, it was a lovely spring day, I felt no guilt. I even rode the bus home, as soon as I walked in the door, I was busted. It was not guilt, it was a mom’s intuition. I wasn’t in an area where anyone could see me, the school’s didn’t call in those days when we missed a day. Later when I got older I asked her how she knew, she said “I don’t remember, I think someone told me, or maybe I just knew.”
When I had something to tell her once, that was difficult for me to do so, to her face, I decided to curl her hair. That was common enough for me to do. As I said “Mom, I have something to tell you” She said, “You’re pregnant”, “Yes, but how did you know?” She had no way of telling me how she knew, she just did. So like I said, I can with a certainty say that she had ‘the site’.
Though my grandmother passed when I was a young girl, I have always ‘felt’ her presence. Two weeks prior to my mothers death I was standing at my kitchen sink, looking out the window, when I felt an overwhelming sense of loss. It was so deep and so bad that the tears began to flow immediately. Almost as soon as it began, it stopped. Then I ‘felt’ my grandmother once again, I asked her “Why did you leave me?” I got the sensation that she was trying to tell me that she would have to leave me soon to guide my mother.
Two weeks later at 11:42 pm my Dad called to tell me Mom was gone. At that time, my one daughter was walking in the door, my other daughter was telling her boyfriend to bring her home. (I later learned it was a demand) My youngest daughter was camping with friends and went into panic because there was no phone service where she was. My two sons were there, not sure why now.
Having fun with it
Since that time we have embraced out gifts, particularly 2 of my daughters and my 2 sons. My one daughter refuses to accept that she has a gift. She doesn’t want to believe it is possible. My sons accept it with no problem, they encourage it. My one son lives in PA, and from time to time I will ‘think’ to him, that I want him to call me. It doesn’t take him long. One time for an experiment we were driving in the car, I decided to show my family my gift. I ’thought’ to my son, 6 minutes later he called and asked me “What did you want Mom?” I asked him “What took you so long to call?“ we all got a good laugh about that, except my son who thought something was wrong.
Not too long ago I was talking about a friend who had gotten into trouble with the law, he had shot a trespasser (not killing, only injuring). The next day I got a call that my son (in PA) had a bad dream about shooting in intruder.
Another fun thing my youngest daughter and I like to do is discuss wanting to see a movie that we haven’t seen in a long time. Within 5 days (mostly 2) ALWAYS the movies we discussed will be shown on TV. It never fails, it will be shown.
Bad Dream taker
I have been known to take bad dreams from people. My husband had been having seriously bad nightmares and was refusing to tell them to me. Finally I could take it no longer and basically forced him to tell me the dream. He has not had it since.
Suffice it to say that he has believed me that I can see things or ‘know’ things and the things he has done to me, he always feared I would find out. I just ‘knew’ things were happening, couldn’t explain what they were but that he wasn’t doing things I would approve of. I would almost catch him on numerous times with phone calls, I would mention a time of day and ask him what he was doing at that time. He has since confirmed that yes, at those times he was not behaving as I would have wished.
I have had friends over the years ask me to remove their bad dreams, and I have done so. I am not sure how I do this, or why I am allowed to, just that I do.
The pain I share with others
The pain that I share with my loved ones is not always fun. When my mother was alive a part of my body would hurt, I’d call her and ask “what happened”, with out a doubt she either had fallen or had hurt herself in some way or another. Now that my middle daughter is pregnant I have sympathy pains with her. Her hips have begun to bother her as she is 8 months along, so of course my hips hurt as well. When one of us gets a headache, sometimes we all share it. (the girls)
4 times now, when faced with my daughters pregnancies I have known before they told me. The same went for my oldest son. When my daughter in law called me to tell me that they were pregnant (in PA) I said something about it being twins. They were.
Visited by those who have passed
A year ago I went to my son’s house in PA for a visit, I took my grandson with me. My daughter in law was afraid her house might be haunted and needed me to ’check things out’ for her. I felt only good things surrounding their home. Early in the morning one day of our visit my grandson and I were setting on the porch, in the swing. I ‘felt’ a presence, my grandson looked over my shoulder, smiled and was talking and said the word “Grandma“. I have always been ’Memaw’, never anything but.
I asked “Are you the lady who died in this home?” At that moment a battery operated toy on the porch beeped once. Of course I got a bit of a chill, but I continued asking “Ok, then beep once for no and twice for yes, ok?” 2 beeps. So I had a brilliant thought and said “Are you my grandma?” (thinking that she was always with me) again 1 beep… then I thought for another second and said “Are you my mother?” I got 2 beeps at that point. What a pleasant surprise that was! So then my mother and I had a one sided conversation, I talked and told her what a wonderful boy my grandson was and she would love him. The toy of course kept beeping as though she was trying to talk to me. I never did figure out what she was trying to tell me other than she was happy where she was.
This was the only time that I am aware of that my mother has came to me. My youngest daughter has said that Grandma has visited her several times.
Some friends recognize this gift
When it comes to my children and their friends there are certain things that I ‘know’, thing that can’t be explained. I like to assess people that I meet, my oldest daughter has a friend that for every new boyfriend she gets, she brings him to me to meet. She wants my assessment of him, whoever he may be. I am always correct in my assessments, I have yet to be wrong. I don’t always give the assessment, because of the fear of ‘planting a seed’ of doubt. Others, if I feel ‘immediate’ danger I will give it right away.
When my oldest daughter met the father of my grandson, I didn’t ‘feel’ right about him but wanted her to make her own decisions. In this I see that I erred, to a certain degree. I did get a terrific grandson and had she listened to me I might not have gotten him. She did learn and there was no lasting physical harm. As a stubborn young woman, one day she will figure things out. When I began this Hub, and got to her name (the part when my mother died), the phone rang, it was her. She had nothing to say and really didn’t know why she called, she just felt compelled to do so.
They all have it
My middle daughter, she soon will have 2 of her own children and she will recognize her ‘site’. It is there, but she doesn’t want to listen to it.
My youngest daughter seems to be very open and is looking forward to her gift.
My oldest son and I have a bond, I won’t hear from him for a few days but when I want to talk to him, I will ‘think’ to him and he will call. He does the TV thing as well and thinks it’s a blast.
My youngest son, he embraces it yet doesn’t seem to understand how it works. I think it frightens his girl, that he ‘knows’ things.
When my grandson was 2 months old we took him the our favorite cemetery (yes, odd I know) we took him out of his car seat to walk around. He looked around, he began screaming as though the hounds of hell were after him. He has since calmed down in the cemeteries and is fine. I believe his site will be stronger than any of ours, provided he is encouraged to embrace it. With his mother the way she is, I know they will do just fine.
Getting together can be a lot of fun, sometimes even finishing each others sentences. There is always much laughter when this happens. Those that are around us who don’t understand sometimes view us with much confusion.
There are times when I am on overload, the best thing for me to do then is ‘tune out’, so I get a break. I’m not sure if my happenings are paranormal, ESP, mysterious coincidences, intuition or just plain dumb luck. Whatever it is, I like it most of the time. It keeps me in tune with my kids, my family and some of the people whom I consider to be my friends.