Para-Normal

It never fails that every time I get sober, around year two or three, my life starts getting interesting.  I start knowing things, hearing things, seeing things… to be blunt, I start having what one might call paranormal experiences.

I’m clair-everything just not all the time.  More like sporadically.  I remember the first time I had a clairvoyant experience.  I was driving down the road and I had a flash of some pictures in my mind.  The pictures were of a row of yellow flowers in front of an iron fence with brick along the bottom and a golden retriever was walking by.  I drove on down the road for a bit, turned right onto a street and about half way down was the exact fence, flowers, and golden retriever I had seen in my mind.  I was like “wow”, “What was that?”.

Every time I get sober, these things begin to happen and sometimes I lean into them and sometimes I do not.  I recall doing a walk through in a friend’s new house and telling her I keep hearing kids playing.  I told her, “I think you’re going to have a lot of kids in this house.”  This was a LONG time ago and my friend got really mad at me and stopped taking to me.  Much later, I found out the reason she got mad was because she and her husband had been secretly trying to get pregnant and she thought I maybe knew or something.  Well, she did end up getting pregnant and having twins in that house!

I’ve also had experiences that I cannot explain.  Like a specific spirit (helpful one) that would always interrupt me when I was in a mental tail spin.  He would always do something crazy to interrupt my train of thought  and completely derail it.  One day I was in my bathroom and my neti pot was on my counter, against the wall and upside down with the top sitting on top.  Well, that top shot across the bathroom with such force that it bounced back across to the wall it came from and shot back across and fell on the floor.  And you know what?  I had zero recollection of what I was thinking about before this happened.  I should also mention this spirit was always kind enough to flash the jester poker card non-stop in the television in my mind so I knew it was him.  Another time he tossed my keys up in the air and had them land in front of me (they were deep inside my purse at the time) and again, I had no recollection of what I was worried about prior to the key throwing.  I actually miss having him around.  When things started happening again, (I have two years and two months) I hoped he would come back, but I have been told I don’t need him anymore and it is true.  I pre-empt my own thoughts now.  I literally cannot go down any rabbit holes, get too down on myself, my circumstances, or life.  I guess he did his job.  And trust me other things are taking his place.  My life is not boring right now.  I have multiple experiences a week, including what I perceive to be a ghost dog that walks across my bed some mornings!

This is my life, well, my paranormal life. And I figure it is time to seriously explore this part of me that just keeps popping back up and waving every time I am sober. Plus I have to admit that I enjoy it too.  The things that spook others don’t spook me at all, at least not any more.