The problem was I ignored them. Talking about anything paranormal wasn't as widely accepted back then as it is today. I didn't want people to think I was crazy or making things up to get attention. So, I just held it inside and never really spoke about it.
Being raised by a military father meant that things in my world were black and white with very little grey areas. My father did not accept excuses and had zero tolerance for bullshit. Sharing anything remotely paranormal would have been totally unacceptable to him and nothing but an excuse for why I did or didn't do something. Consequently, I kept my mouth shut and never mentioned any experiences whatsoever. In hindsight, that was the wrong thing to do.
As I look back at my life, I can single out 3 experiences which I should have take much more seriously.
Number One-The Voice
My first paranormal experience happened when I was very young; around 6 or 7 years old. We were living in Fort Worth, TX while my father was stationed at Carswell AFB. I had a strict early bedtime and would usually just lay awake in my bed until I finally drifted off to sleep. This particular evening was no different. That night, my parents had some friends over to play cards. I could hear them all talking as music played in the background. I was focused on their voices because I found comfort in knowing that they we're near.
As I lay there awake, my bedroom door slowly closed. I didn't really think much of it because I thought my mom did it because they were being loud. I continued to hear all four of them talking in at the kitchen table, the shuffling of cards and loud laughter. I could make out each one of their voices.
I heard my closet door open and then close. Then it opened and closed again. I sat up but saw nothing. It was a small room so I would have noticed if anyone was walking around. I was clearly the only one in the room. I could still hear the voices of my parents and their friends. I was terrified. I knew something was in there with me. I could feel the tingle up my spine and I was shaking. I jumped up on my bed and yelled for my parents but they didn't hear me. I yelled louder but still nothing. I yelled as loud as I could but I only heard talking and laughter.
As I was about to yell for them again, a voice interrupted me.
"Shut up and lay down!", a deep male voice said.
I was frozen and speechless as I looked down in the direction of the voice. No one there...no one. I frantically looked around but I was the only one in the room.
Terrified, I compiled and laid down my eyes still fixed on the bedroom door as I continue to hear the my parents and their friends in the kitchen.
I never mentioned what happened to my parents or anyone else.
Number Two-The Smile
When I was a freshman in high school, a friend and I accepted an odd job from one our neighbors. The job was truly an "odd" but one I found very interesting because of my love for history. It was cleaning up old abandoned cemeteries in and around rural areas just Northwest of Austin, TX.
The area was littered with small family and church cemeteries that were forgotten and neglected. Most of them dated back to late 1800's and early 1900's.
I remember the first one we went to. It was full of brush and was overgrown with small trees. You couldn't even tell it was a cemetery. As we began to clear the landscape, the graves became visible. I was fascinated by reading the headstones as most were dated form the 1800's. My mind began to wonder who they were, what were like and how they died. I found coins on top of the headstones and I wondered who put them there. I picked one up, I was overcome with grief and sorrow. It was as if I was at their funeral feeling the pain of their loved ones.
One man's grave in particular caught my attention. The grave had sunken in and the lowering device was still outlining the grave. The hand cranks were still inserted on it but the belts used to support the casket were long gone. It was as if they never finished the burial. To this day, I remember the dates on headstone; 1801-1869. As I recall, he was last one to be buried at this cemetery. He lived a full life and saw so many things. My imagination began to run wild. Was he here during the Texas War of Independence? Did he serve during that? What brought him to Texas and what did he do here? I stood there mesmerized.
Soon I was overcome with sadness I felt that something must had happen for them not to finish the burial. My sadness turned to determination to finish what should have been done over a 100 years ago. I moved the lowering device and grabbed a shovel. I started to fill up his grave with the dirt we had brought for planting some bushes. I found a rock that made perfect foot-stone and cleaned the headstone. I stood at the base of the grave and said a prayer. I then bent down and placed some wild flowers I had found next to the headstone. As I stood back up, there he was, standing there. I could see him clear as day. He was dressed in a black suit with a ribbon bow tie.
I wasn't scared at all, as a matter of fact I felt an overwhelming rush of calmness. We looked at each other and he smiled. I remember feeling at peace as he turned and disappeared.
Although it was a very surreal experience, I felt a sense of satisfactory from it. I never spoke to anyone about it and never shared the experience until now.
Number Three-The Call
When I was in 8th grade I lost my uncle to a car accident. It was devastating because I loved him very much. To this day, I think of him often. He will quickly cross my mind literally out of nowhere. No rhyme or reason to it.
I recall a time when I was 25 or 26 years old and living alone. I was watching TV and the phone rang. When I answered there was only static so I hung up. I didn't think much of it. I figured they'd call back. I went back to watching TV and the phone rang again, this time was a high pitch static and the person on the other end said "Hello?". However, before I could answer them, the call disconnected. I thought maybe it was one of friends calling and they had a bad connection.
After awhile, I forgot all about it and was getting ready for bed when the phone rang again. Once again, nothing but static but this time not quite as bad. I said "Hello" a couple of times but nothing. Just as I was about to hang up the person on the other end answered.
"Lance? This is your Uncle Jerry. Tell your mom I'm alright."
The call then disconnected. My heart sank over what I had just heard. The voice on the other end did sound like him but how could that be?
I immediately did a *69 but got a recording saying the number I just dialed was no longer in service.
Shell-shocked about what just happened I quickly called my mother. I first said that what I was about to tell her was going to be unbelievable but it truly happened. Surprisingly she was very open and non-judgmental about it.
I remember her telling me that she thought of him often but recently had been thinking of more than usually.
I guess sometimes the need to comfort the ones you love knows no barriers.
As I look back at these 3 experiences, I wish I would had accepted the fact that things were not always black and white. There are truly grey areas and you need to pay attention to those. I feel if I would have been more open after those experiences, my family wouldn't have suffered as they did. I think we should all be more open to the belief that there are things out there and if you don't pay attention or respect them, we may pay the price.
So, with this all being said, I continue to encourage anyone who is suffering through something to get help as soon as you can. If you are experiencing things that you just can't explain or try to dismiss as nothing, accept and learn from them. If you don't there's no telling what may happen.
I remember the first one we went to. It was full of brush and was overgrown with small trees. You couldn't even tell it was a cemetery. As we began to clear the landscape, the graves became visible. I was fascinated by reading the headstones as most were dated form the 1800's. My mind began to wonder who they were, what were like and how they died. I found coins on top of the headstones and I wondered who put them there. I picked one up, I was overcome with grief and sorrow. It was as if I was at their funeral feeling the pain of their loved ones.
One man's grave in particular caught my attention. The grave had sunken in and the lowering device was still outlining the grave. The hand cranks were still inserted on it but the belts used to support the casket were long gone. It was as if they never finished the burial. To this day, I remember the dates on headstone; 1801-1869. As I recall, he was last one to be buried at this cemetery. He lived a full life and saw so many things. My imagination began to run wild. Was he here during the Texas War of Independence? Did he serve during that? What brought him to Texas and what did he do here? I stood there mesmerized.
Soon I was overcome with sadness I felt that something must had happen for them not to finish the burial. My sadness turned to determination to finish what should have been done over a 100 years ago. I moved the lowering device and grabbed a shovel. I started to fill up his grave with the dirt we had brought for planting some bushes. I found a rock that made perfect foot-stone and cleaned the headstone. I stood at the base of the grave and said a prayer. I then bent down and placed some wild flowers I had found next to the headstone. As I stood back up, there he was, standing there. I could see him clear as day. He was dressed in a black suit with a ribbon bow tie.
I wasn't scared at all, as a matter of fact I felt an overwhelming rush of calmness. We looked at each other and he smiled. I remember feeling at peace as he turned and disappeared.
Although it was a very surreal experience, I felt a sense of satisfactory from it. I never spoke to anyone about it and never shared the experience until now.
Number Three-The Call
When I was in 8th grade I lost my uncle to a car accident. It was devastating because I loved him very much. To this day, I think of him often. He will quickly cross my mind literally out of nowhere. No rhyme or reason to it.
I recall a time when I was 25 or 26 years old and living alone. I was watching TV and the phone rang. When I answered there was only static so I hung up. I didn't think much of it. I figured they'd call back. I went back to watching TV and the phone rang again, this time was a high pitch static and the person on the other end said "Hello?". However, before I could answer them, the call disconnected. I thought maybe it was one of friends calling and they had a bad connection.
After awhile, I forgot all about it and was getting ready for bed when the phone rang again. Once again, nothing but static but this time not quite as bad. I said "Hello" a couple of times but nothing. Just as I was about to hang up the person on the other end answered.
"Lance? This is your Uncle Jerry. Tell your mom I'm alright."
The call then disconnected. My heart sank over what I had just heard. The voice on the other end did sound like him but how could that be?
I immediately did a *69 but got a recording saying the number I just dialed was no longer in service.
Shell-shocked about what just happened I quickly called my mother. I first said that what I was about to tell her was going to be unbelievable but it truly happened. Surprisingly she was very open and non-judgmental about it.
I remember her telling me that she thought of him often but recently had been thinking of more than usually.
I guess sometimes the need to comfort the ones you love knows no barriers.
As I look back at these 3 experiences, I wish I would had accepted the fact that things were not always black and white. There are truly grey areas and you need to pay attention to those. I feel if I would have been more open after those experiences, my family wouldn't have suffered as they did. I think we should all be more open to the belief that there are things out there and if you don't pay attention or respect them, we may pay the price.
So, with this all being said, I continue to encourage anyone who is suffering through something to get help as soon as you can. If you are experiencing things that you just can't explain or try to dismiss as nothing, accept and learn from them. If you don't there's no telling what may happen.
