Some of the earliest memories I have of seeing paranormal beings are hard to understand simply because I didn’t know what I was seeing at the time. To a small child it may not be uncommon to see spirits or the ghosts of those who perhaps knew the child at one time. There exists a wealth of information showing that throughout history it is believed that younger human beings are for some reason able to tap into the existence of things we understand less and less as adults.

This post is not however for theories, this is about the experiences themselves and so I will try to explain what I believe is the earliest one in my memory.

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Though in time the majority of what I would see as a child would have largely to do with animal spirits, my first experience was with that of what I have come to believe now was a ghost.

Every day, at about the age of 5, my mother walked me to school and I have fond memories of those solitary mornings where it seemed that she and I were practically the only people in the world. Please understand that nothing about these mornings seemed frightening, or even out of the ordinary at the time.

Each memory is similar in that we walked the same way each day, passing landmarks which at that age would be the only way for me to know where we were. Over time I believe I have clumped most of these into one type of day, in that I have great difficulty trying to separate a sunny day from a rainy one and all days seem to be of a muddled gray to me now.

The clearest part of these days is how happy my mother seemed to me and how much I looked forward to these walks. The second clearest part would be that of the older woman we passed each day near the church that was on our route. Each time we walked by I would wave to her, and she to me. Sometimes she would be standing, other times sitting on the cement steps leading to the entrance.

This minute exchange probably went on for months and the woman quickly became a normal part of the usual walk-to-school scenery.

On one particular day I remember I wanted to stop and give the woman a Valentine’s Day card of which I had many in my bag for school. I remember thinking about this, though naturally my exact thoughts have become muddled over time as I would hope my vocabulary has expanded somewhat. I do specifically remember the excitement. It was as if I had an excuse to now do more than just wave at this figure who I had come to expect and enjoy seeing each day.

As my mother and I approached the woman I remember her face was not the usual bright smile I was accustoms to, but a serious and even foreboding look. I began to pull away from my mother and simultaneously explain about giving the woman the card when the woman suddenly moved to the door of the church. It was too fast. This is when I believe I knew that what I had thought to be just a friendly old woman who happened to hang out in front of the church everyday was something else.

I know I asked my mother about her, because I remember that she did not understand. Realizations of this nature are difficult to process when you’re young, however I believe that age also allows for a certain kind of acceptance that later years will not provide and we walked on with my pressing the issue.

The only other part of this memory that I believe bears mentioning is that as we passed the church doors, which I would have sworn were closed, slammed shut. I know that mother heard this as well because we both turned and because I remember looking to her for confirmation, perhaps to understand whether or not the doors closing has been another part of that not quite there section of life.

I can honesty tell you I don’t know if I ever saw the woman again. Whether some of those memories I have that are now all jumbled together came after this event or all before I do not know for certain. What I do know is that the true realization that I was seeing and hearing things other did not would come much later in life. The other thing I know is that I kept that card for a very long time and found it many years later stashed amongst some early school papers. I had addressed it to Martha.

Goodbye for now, another end.

Until a time we meet again.

-Seline

Almost impossible to even venture a guess at what influences might factor into our births and how they affect the world we live in. I am not much of a believer in astrology, but who can truly say? Does an astrological sign dictate a future or help shed some light on all of the mysteries? I doubt I will ever know.

I know that as a baby I was welcomed into this world and cared for. Was it because I was kind enough to come before the summer months of blistering heat? Having parents who love you is incredibly important when at a very early age you begin telling them about people, animals and those ever elusive “others” who they simply cannot see.

As for the origin of what I can do, I’m afraid one theory would simply be too untrustworthy to accept. I’m afraid that line of reasoning will be all too common in many of my theories and for this I apologies to you.

How is it that one person is born who can see and hear things that others do not, while so many seem to not even notice? I invite you to share your ideas and in the meantime, here are my own theories on the subject:

1. Just as so many traits are passed down genetically, so are the abilities to interact with other beings and actively participate in paranormal events. I do have some history of this in my own family, though my records are miserably thin and I am unable to trace back more than a few generations.

1. These abilities are available to all human beings, but are only activated and enhanced through a series of events. Those who have a brush with death, either personally or through someone close to them may experience a new found ability to deal with unknown.

1. Everyone is born with the ability to interact with the supernatural world and many display signs of this at an early age. Over time this ability is diminished by the necessity to live in a logical world where time is precious and certainty quite valuable.

These are the ideas that seem to be most frequently brought up and confirmed by those I communicate with, though that certainly doesn’t make them true it does feel like the right direction to explore in.

I should note that I do believe that some people see and hear things that really aren’t there. That there are unreliable malfunctions of sorts in the brain that create fictitious events and experiences that are not part of anything but the actual person’s brain. That some people who see ghosts are not actually seeing ghosts at all is a subject I find fascinating in that I believe there could be so many explanations. I do sometimes question if some of the people that have been diagnosed with problems that can cause hallucinations may actually be witnessing something real or misunderstood, but that in itself I will leave to another post.

Goodbye for now, another end.
Until a time we meet again.

-Seline

The world we live in isn’t really constructed to deal with the paranormal. Though certainly we have moved into a very different age, there are still so many things we do not understand that to allow this aspect of life to become normal seems next to impossible.

For those of us who haven’t had much of a choice, however, our worlds must allow for such things. The following events are true to the best of my recollection and in some cases witnessed by friends and family. With so many shows, books and movies on the subject I have little doubt that these accounts will have much of an impact, but I can assure you that they did happen.

To begin with, let’s get a few things out of the way shall we? I am not crazy, though I don’t blame you for being skeptical on that idea because many of the experiences I will be sharing will seem too out of the ordinary to accept. That’s okay. To be skeptical is actually quite helpful when trying to take an honest look at any kind of paranormal research. Those who allow themselves to get carried away at the slightest hint of the odd often have skewed perspectives that make for poor accounts later on. I trust that you will simply keep an open mind; that is all I can ever hope to ask of anyone, including myself.

Secondly, though I do welcome any questions or information I am not looking to start an organization or group of any kind. I have had some experience with this in the past and may yet again in the future, but for the time being I am simply trying to understand my own experiences.

I would also like to draw your attention to the Glossary page which will help you to define the different paranormal definitions as I have come to understand them. Most people have nicknames for different things, myself included, however I believe it will be more efficient to stick with specific terms.

While I will do my best to describe certain events, a great deal of what I’m dealing with will be guess work. I do not pretend to have any concrete definitions and I can only rely on data collected over the years to a certain point. This may at times be frustrating to read and I can only ask that you bear with me as I am feeling the same way most of the time.

The last and most important thing I believe you should know, if you choose to continue reading along with me, is that I have come to believe that the majority of my experiences have not been with ghosts, or deceased human beings. Though I certainly believe I have some accounts of this, in truth I am not always sure what it is I am dealing with. The overall experience has led me to believe one thing: there are many, many other beings out there that we haven’t even come up with names for yet.

The construction of this blog will be divided into two main parts: experiences and theories. I will be describing particular accounts so that I can look over the experience and also so that you can attempt to understand what has taken place; I will then describe what theories I can based on these experiences. These theories will be a mix of data collected through captured images, voice and sound recordings and certain thoughts and feelings that I can explain either during or in relation to the events.

I welcome you to join me on my adventure and to always try to keep your balanced between what we know in the logical world around us and those things which we simply haven’t found explanations for. I appreciate your caring enough to stop by and I hope to see you again.

One of the definitions of the word haunting is to visit often or frequent. I believe that is the only part of the definition I can use to sum up all I have witnessed to this point; that something is here I feel most certain of, the who or what I hope to understand and share with you in time. My name is Seline, I welcome you to the world in between.

Goodbye for now, another end.
Until a time we meet again.