So, seeing shadows growing up, hearing voices (someone speaking my name, normally), feeling like I’m being stared at from the outside I thought was normal. Perhaps it is, but either way I just assumed everyone saw these things just as I did as a snot-nosed punk that would play with his Star Wars figures until I’d lose capes, light sabers or their heads would fall off.
But it really isn’t, at least not the way I experienced the scent of my grandmother’s perfume pass by me. Or those days when visiting my grandparent’s home in Edinburg — after my grandfather died — I could smell him and his boots. Grandpa used to wear work boots after retirement, and for a spell, instead of wearing a cool ventilated baseball cap outside he’d instead wear a hard hat to keep the sun’s rays from baking his thinning hair.
Grandpa was a typical grandfather (or at least in my culture): He would go days without showering, would wear the same white undershirt with a flannel over it, some khakis and long tube socks. In any case, I loved the man, but he was stinky and we all knew it. We just dealt with it.
In any case, every now and then I’d go to a room and in a specific spot at the time (the scent wandered from time to time) and I could smell him. For confirmation I summoned my cousin, who also could sense the paranormal. Her’s was a bit more scary than mine, which I’m thankful for. Then I called my aunt over, and she couldn’t smell a thing.
Calling my aunt over was really not to confirm what we could smell, but to test her sense of smell. We would joke with her after one day she came into our room (my cousin, and sometimes her and her brother — also my cousin in case that is lost on you — would share a room — and exclaimed that she could smell our ‘body oil.’ Well, if she’s so sensitive, I wanted to test how sensitive it was. Apparently it was reserved for bodily fluids, and not much more beyond the realm of the living.
In any case, that was a mild example of what I have the ability to do, although I’m not the only one in the family who has abilities. My cousin, as I mentioned, also has her gifts. Trouble is she seems to pick up on the very negative a lot. From growling voices speaking to her as she walked from our mobile home to my aunt’s house just 20-30 yards away in the dark to seeing red glowing eyes outside of a window staring at her. Her sensitivity is far more intense than mine.
I mentioned the scent, I also lightly went over seeing shadows. Aside from those advantages (we’ll call them advantages for now), I could feel spirits, and if I concentrated just enough I could figure out what they were like. Man, woman? Old, young? Serious, jokesters, angry, just observing? Things like those I could sense.
I was even tested by another sensitive. She wasn’t trying to do it, but another friend mentioned what my skills were so I was placed to the test. We were at a friend’s house and I was asked if I sensed anything there. After about a few minutes I said ‘yes.’ I mentioned it was a man, maybe young or an older teenager. He wandered in her hallway, but stuck to rooms at both ends of the hallway.
He was just trying to tease the living because he enjoyed it. I got a sense of a clown. Now, I’m not saying I think he was a clown, but I think he’d clown around a lot. A prankster. I said it was scary to the kids to see him when he appeared too them because, well, who wouldn’t be? But really, he’s just observing and sometimes playing practical jokes.
The other ‘sensitive’ agreed. She wouldn’t stop staring at me as if she couldn’t believe I picked up on all that. She was a believer then, as was the friend who thought she’d put me in an awkward situation by seeing if I really knew what the hell I was talking about.
I consider those gifts pretty minimal. At best I can sense people, events, or situations that are about to occur. An innocent example was when I was a pre-teen and visiting my family up north of the Dallas area. I spent the summer there and I would do whatever would keep me busy (whatever I did, tv watching wasn’t one of them).
One day I was upstairs, looking through my older cousins albums (I was young, but we had similar tastes in rock music). I heard my uncle’s pick-up truck pull up outside and then I heard him shout my name so that I could go outside and meet with him. The way he said my name I knew what I was about to be ‘surprised’ with.
The first thought in my head? He bought me a bicycle. I went down the stairs (which were rumored to be haunted by a little boy who roamed at the landing at the top, and the bottom step, but never anywhere else) and there was a used kids bike. It was the best bike to me, a banana belt, good color, nice tires and it was mine. In any case, just the way the truck rolled up and the sound of his voice specifically told me he brought me a bicycle. Or was it the little boy whispering in my ear to alrert me what was about to happen? Hmmm. I just thought of that.
So in any case, I don’t think I have these great powers for the supernatural, but I have always had a few elements that have tipped me off to presences, future events, avoiding a certain road, waiting a little longer before leaving the house, or just the idea of staring at something random on my way out of the house — like, say, a utility knife. I’d keep staring at it wondering why it drew my attention, but left the house without it. Of course, some situation would arise where that utility knife would have been beneficial.
I don’t leave the house when something tells me not to leave something behind.