As someone who’s courted the paranormal for decades, I’ve encountered more than a few ghostly visitors over the years. They’ve manifested in a variety of ways: dark and light, as sparkles or flashes, as silhouettes or solid-appearing figures. Their presence hasn’t always been easy to handle, but these visitors have had a profound influence on my life and my view of reality.
No one has to convince me about life after death, or about the idea that people who have died can make themselves known to us. I don’t need proof of the existence of non-corporeal beings who were never human. And I don’t need convincing that we who are human are a melding of body and spirit, with the spiritual part being able to separate from the physical—at death, and sometimes while the person is very much alive! (More about that in a future entry.)
I really have seen a few visitors who didn’t appear human at all. They didn’t have five heads or razor-sharp claws; their foreignness was much more subtle, and much less scary, than that! I remember seeing one that manifested as a moving pattern of light and dark over the wall. I knew it was a presence of some kind—its energy seemed very much alive, and its movement seemed to be part of that aliveness—but it didn’t have a body as we do.
There was also a night, years ago, when I woke up to see a huge figure filling the doorway to my bedroom. I had a sense of a male energy, but he didn’t seem human; his face was indistinct, his body broad and square, and he was clothed in a robe-like garment that was scattered with points of white light. I wasn’t sure what he wanted from me, and I definitely felt uneasy seeing him. My sense was that he really was a different kind of being, from a reality other than our own. I just wasn’t so sure I wanted him visiting me!
I’ve also seen ghostly visitors who were the spirits of deceased people I knew. Several months after my mother passed away, I was startled to get a quick glimpse of her sitting in an armchair in my living room—looking very solid and distinctly like herself. I had a sense that she wanted to communicate with me, and that she wanted me to recognize her and know she was there. I don’t think it was a coincidence that she appeared so recognizably and clearly.
Just a few weeks ago I had another interesting experience. The spiritual center I attend was having a food auction that was named for one of our members who had died. As I was standing in line, chatting and waiting for my turn at the food counter, I got a quick, peripheral glimpse of someone standing in the doorway to my left. I got a distinct impression of a broad, solid figure there, but I couldn’t distinguish who. When I turned to look directly at the person, no one was there! Then I realized who I had seen; it was our friend, the one the event was named for. The figure did have her shape. And it made perfect sense that she’d be standing there watching everyone enjoying the food, just as she did when she was alive.
Having had these experiences and many others, I’ve come to the conclusion that our familiar reality is surrounded by a non-material dimension through which various kinds of spirit visitors can manifest to us. And I believe that there are still other dimensions/realities beyond that—a multidimensional Universe—through which we all ultimately travel as our souls evolve on their journey. What do you think?
Ann Young
Author—Fantasy, Mysticism, Paranormal Fiction … and Fact
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