Strange and Unusual

 

Table of Contents

Chapter 1—One Of A Kind

Chapter 2—Oddness ?  More Like Normalcy

Chapter 3—Obsessed With the Unusual

Chapter 4—Stepping Into the Threshold

Chapter 5—Refined Like Fine Wine

Chapter 6—Vibing With the Tribe

Chapter 7—Normal is Overrated

Epilogue

 

 

‘I myself am strange and unusual.’—Lydia Deets, ‘Beetlejuice’

‘Oh, it’s weird and wonderful.’—Lyrics from Elton John’s ‘Benny and the Jets’ 

‘Love is kind of crazy with a spooky little girl like you.’—Lyrics from ‘Spooky’  

‘What the hell am I doing here ?  I don’t belong here.’—Lyrics from ‘Creep’

‘I’m on the right track, baby, I was born to survive.’—Lyrics from ‘Born This Way’

 

 

 

 

Chapter 1—One of a Kind

                Even before I was born, I have always been unlike anyone else.   I wasn’t aware of my half brother’s deaths until I turned thirteen.   Apparently, my mom wanted to ‘protect’ me from having that knowledge although I was well aware death occurred and was a natural part of life.   My belief was the soul continued even though I had always believed in God and the hereafter, I just didn’t comprehend the spiritual world yet.   I just always knew and was either connected to it or interacted with it in unusual ways.   

                Even before birth, I can recall floating blissfully in warmth, love, and comfort.   Mom always enjoyed listening to music and whatever she listened to I could hear inside of her womb.    I remember being so euphoric that I never wanted my time in my mom’s uterus to end, until I was unceremoniously awakened from my long slumber and light pierced my eyes.   I was a heavy sleeper even then so the doctor who gave birth to me had to smack my butt to awaken me.    Needless to say, I wasn’t all too happy with that, but I was welcomed into the world.  

                I learned later I was breeched, that my umbilical cord could’ve ended my life even in pre-birth, which is a morbid fact but what made my birth even more remarkable was I was a rainbow child.   I was a Heyoka (born backward), had a gill and twin that were removed only a few weeks later when I was ‘from my mother’s womb untimely rip’d’.   

 

Chapter 2—Oddness ? More Like Normalcy

                From the time I was young, mom and dad used to tell me I was a somnambulist.  I had full conversations with them I don’t remember, but they always told me whenever I had my ‘night terrors’ I was trying to tear the curtains down to put out a fire.   As if being telepathic wasn’t odd enough.    Speaking with my parents in this way was always easier, and I could always tell what mom was making for dinner although she hadn’t told any of us. 

                My first prediction was made when I was about ten.   It’s almost like this happened yesterday, but my maternal grandmother, Nelly, was on her way to Houston, Texas to see my Aunt Roberta.   Roberta lives in North Carolina now, but I knew that grandma wasn’t coming back when I felt a pit in my stomach.   Somehow, someway, I just had a bad premonition that Nelly wasn’t going to be making it home.    When I told my dad that ‘grandma wasn’t coming back’, he stared at me much like a deer would, blankly into oncoming headlights.    Little did I know that was my first real foray into the realm of the unknown although I was already reading his ‘Unexplained’ book from the time I could actually pick up a book and read for myself.

               

Chapter 3—Obsessed With the Unusual

                Every summer, mom, dad, and I would house sit for our friend, Joe Powell in South Carolina in a place called Pauley’s Island.   It was our little piece of paradise; a beachfront tucked away from the hustle and bustle of landlocked life.

                I had always wanted to see a sunrise for myself, and dad agreed we would head to Litchfield beach just to do that.   The white sand was always welcoming, warm and soft even in the glowing embers of the dawn.   As the sun rose, I noticed something odd.   It was a bright green sphere passing diagonally across the horizon much quicker than anything manmade.    Unfortunately, my dad didn’t have a chance to see it and he dismissed me, which hurt deeply but I didn’t hold it against him.   I had already been absorbed with UFOs (now called UAPs) and even today; after seeing about three in my lifetime, I know for a fact that they are as real as you or I. 

                Not only was I going through massive headaches in junior high school, but at home, I witnessed balled lightning and heard it kill a beloved TV that was soon on its way to the happy hunting ground.   The lightning seriously did us all a favor because we actually needed a new television to begin with. 

  I experienced a near death experience twice at thirteen when I climbed our magnolia tree in our backyard.   As usual, all I was looking for was a better vantage to savor the sun as it sunk on the horizon.   I started to climb the tree only to find that the branch I wanted to position myself on began to crack.    Just like my time being tripped by a bully in elementary school, I felt time slow down completely to where everything felt like I was moving through syrup.    I felt a physical push upon my chest, moving me backward, and it wasn’t wimpy but strong, purposeful, and forceful.   It wasn’t until time resumed its normal flow that I realized I was possibly saved by a guardian angel although I never saw him.   The second time that this occurred was when I was heading to junior high one day and saw seven pennies in the road.    Me being the ‘oh they’re pennies and they add up’ sort of lady, I just had to pick them up but failed to notice an oncoming car flying by like a bat out of proverbial heck.    Just like with the magnolia incident, I was pushed, this time from behind, to the other side of the street.    I told my dad about it, but he didn’t believe me.  It was at that time that I decided to keep most of my unexplainable occurrences to myself.   

                Before my dad died, I actually saw a couple of ‘fliers’ for lack of better definition.   Carlos Castenada explains what those are in his book and one of my dearest friends I lost contact with, Tem, told me I had an encounter with them.   He told me they are ultradimensionals that see us as ‘pets’ but can keep us imprisoned forever if we only answer ‘yes’ to them taking us away from this plane.   Of course, I wasn’t going to step into that threshold, so I am still here.   I was on my way to Amazon, and I saw what could be described as a glowing, sparkling globe with tiny wings and a ribbon encircling it.  It was glittering, glimmering, and shimmering, following my car as I went.   I figured if I had pursued it that most likely I would’ve been asked the question ultra beings ask finite ones if they want to prolong their immortality, which is, ‘do you want to come with me ?’.  Of course, not wanting to become a canary to a being I can’t even understand, I would respond with an unequivocal NO.  

                I once saw Slenderman when I was driving my friend back home from the cinema.  I used to think he was only an urban legend, but it seems he is anything but.   When taking JF home, right in the middle of the roundabout, there was a flickering man with red eyes wearing a sharp black and white suit.   He looked as if he had come straight out of a television set because he was ‘jittery’ in his movements.  It was like he was operating on a whole different wavelength from flesh and blood human beings.  I never saw him again, but the experience left my blood a bit chilled.  I haven’t told many other people about that particular incident because, like the ‘fliers’, I fear that others might think I’m a bit cuckoo.   All I know is I couldn’t have invented what I saw.  I may have an active imagination but nothing nearly that detailed, deranged, or unhinged.

    I’ve seen glimpses out of the corner of my eye of people from other realities at the Home Depot, a man in a bowler hat ominously following me (but I shielded myself from him since I figured his intentions were less that benevolent), a shadowy entity crawling up the side of the apartment where I used to live and an honest to goodness faerie.  

                The faerie was precisely as what you’d think it would look like.  In all the depictions that have been portrayed, particularly in the movie Fairy Tale, they are as impish and mercurial as one would imagine.   Mine was seen around the apartment at Saratoga in Plainfield, quickly zipping around a hedge.    He was wearing yellow, had pointed ears, looked like he was wearing a yellow leaf for clothing and acknowledged me with a knowing smile as he rapidly flew away.    It was the first and last time I have ever seen something from the ‘Seelie’ realm.   The Irish are undoubtedly correct to respect the Wee Folk because I most certainly do.   Much like ‘fliers’, I would much rather not enter a contract with them. 

I’ve seen a ghost.   One should always research a living arrangement before moving in.  Not only did my apartment have a ghost, but a demon came with the room as well.   The ghost wasn’t what frightened me.    At first, I thought my imagination was running away with me, but I actually saw the bust of a young woman wearing a fuchsia turtleneck sweater in my bathroom, reprimanding me.   I could only read her lips as she demanded what I was doing there.    Dumbstruck, all I could do was back away slowly and continue my day.  There was no further disturbance from this said ‘ghost’.

The demon, however, was another matter.   It wasn’t long after I moved from my original house to the apartment where I would reside for three whole years.   Nothing was out of the ordinary until I noticed Saint Jude getting turned to the side.   I had a dog and cat and only I was living in the apartment, but I thought nothing of it until I heard knocking.    The knocking wouldn’t have been so distressing if it wasn’t triple knocking.    The temperature in the apartment was unseasonably cold.    At that point I knew a demon was harassing me, so I dealt with it.   I rid myself of anything and everything I thought it could be attached to as well as reading scripture and playing a  Brother Carlos exorcism video on my laptop.   Luckily, that was all it took for the demon to realize I wasn’t to be messed with and that I was covered by the blood of Jesus.   I honestly don’t want to do another exorcism though.  

                My second encounter with a UAP was when I was walking around the neighborhood with my best friend and roommate.   We were simply taking a leisurely stroll around the block when I saw a massive triangular craft in the sky, several football fields lengths in diameter, turning ever so slowly in a clockwise direction.    It unnerved me, chilling me to the bone.   I told my roommate, who had seen UFOs in his lifetime but didn’t see the gargantuan one I was telling him about.   We did see a lot of orb UFOs later on earlier this year where we usually railfan.    Luckily, these sightings were also viewed by others in the community, so we are not alone and yes, ‘the Truth is out there’.   

 

Chapter 4—Stepping Into the Threshold

                Scents have long been an indicator of visitation from the other side.   I got a whiff of roses in my room once.   No roses were growing around my house or were in my room.  I asked my dad if he knew anyone who liked roses in our family, and he said it was possible it was my grandparents.   The baby powder I smelled much later in life.    I have been smelling smoke in the house recently.   I do realize that dad was a smoker in life, but I don’t get why he would be manifesting in this way since he does so through butterflies, cardinals, the occasional kingfisher, and dragonflies.   I have been seeing him popping up here and there a ton more than my mom does, but he was an extremely showy Leo in everyday life.  Nothing out of the ordinary there.  

                I remember talking to my friend M from Amazon and he had told me that my abilities probably began when I was thirteen.    I remember I was suffering from terrible migraines at the time and my talents have only grown since that moment.    I was close to death twice then and at 28, I came close to dying once more.    I can recall I was having abdominal pain that I couldn’t understand, and I had missed menses.   It wasn’t like me to completely forego a period, but nowadays one cannot rely upon that due to the fact that I’ve gone into early menopause (thanks a lot Covid 19 shot).     I asked my lovely neighbor and surrogate grandma A about that, and she told me not to worry unless my period hadn’t come.   I knew I was in trouble when the pain wouldn’t stop.    Luckily, it was an ovarian cyst, and the hospital gave me a pill for that.   I never experienced that sort of thing ever again.  

                I felt resonance when I was really young near the Rock House in Morgantown, close to Martinsville.   That house is notoriously haunted, however, by a benevolent spirit, according to the owner.   I’ve never had the intestinal fortitude to step inside it, but every time I passed it, I always got chills.   It wasn’t anything foreboding or evil, just a presence letting me know that the residence had more than one occupant.  

                During my first Mothman Festival, J took me to see the sight where the Silver Bridge fell.   I didn’t feel anything unusual on the West Virginia side but on the Ohio side where the bridge collapsed, I immediately broke down and cried.     I honestly don’t understand how people can live there without having meltdowns.   It is the first time I have ever felt what I term ‘resonance’.   ‘The echoes of the past existing in the present’.    It is completely different than a place being haunted, and I have experienced this as well. 

                It was during Fire Night over in Salisbury, Indiana.     Tulip Tressel hosts the Santa Train there every year for Christmas.   Nothing was unusual until nightfall when people began leaving the forging festival and we were left in the field.    It was unseasonably cold for a July night, even to the point where I could see my breath coming from puffs out of my lips.   I knew that I was interacting with the Beyond.    J and I could actually hear conversations happening but nothing comprehensible.    He kept offering me a chance to sit in the grass alongside him, but I was simply too spooked to do so.    Nevertheless, we both know that we definitely heard something although nothing we heard made any sense. 

                Not long ago, J, my roommate, took me to the Paranormal Festival that the Hannah House in Indianapolis hosts.    J and I had watched a video on YouTube with paranormal investigators monitoring activity in places where it had been measured or felt before.   In fact, I felt some rather prickly energy near Mama’s room, and I let her know I respect her, and I wasn’t there to cause any sort of trouble.   It wasn’t a malicious feeling per-se, but I know I felt some anger coming from that room.   It was unmistakable.    Downstairs in the cellar at the arch that separates one area from another, there was a sense of dread and fear.   Much like Rising Hill in Plainfield, Hannah House was used during the Underground Railroad  to lead slaves to freedom.   Mr. Hannah was an abolitionist and it’s obvious once one enters the house because he has tributes to Abraham Lincoln everywhere.  Even the house hosted the young president before he was elected.    Anyway, the cellar carried the echoes of those slaves from beyond.    It wasn’t malevolent, just an overall feeling of uncertainty, but valid.   Imprints are powerful and remain ingrained, just like trauma does.  

 

Chapter 5—Refined Like Fine Wine

                I was thirteen when I realized I had experienced life on this planet before.   I had always been called an ‘old soul’ but I didn’t quite understand the true meaning of what that actually entailed.   When I traveled to North Carolina to visit my Aunt R, I felt as if I had set foot there before.    Dad waved this notion away, thinking it was my ‘theatrical mind’ inventing scenarios, but like many things of this nature, this isn’t something I would simply invent.   

                I remember I had a lucid dream that shook me to my core.    I told my dad that I had remembered being outdoors with what I thought was my child and a massive flash occurred.   I covered my child, not knowing what else to do, and I awoke, but all I could recall was us moving to my stomping grounds in Martinsville and being chased by a church friend when I was old enough to crawl.    From what I surmise, this was most likely a past life briefly lived in either Nagasaki or Hiroshima, due to how violent my death was.   The second life I recall was that of being either a scholar or a person of importance, walking alongside another dear friend, a laurel wreath decorating my brow.    We were strolling near the Parthenon, discussing something or other.     Third was my life as a conquering tribe on horseback, most likely Roman, getting gorily defeated by arrows.    My armada only had spears and arrows, I don’t think there were archers on my side.     I think I might have had a life in Atlantis since I am so obsessed with it in general and it feels familiar.   The fifth life I can remember having distinctly was that of a mafia don.   I had a family in that one too, one I loved dearly.   I was utterly respected, but there was deep division within my own syndicate.    Someone within the ranks betrayed me by having me shot to death.   My wife and son came to save me but there was no stopping the spray of bullets from a tommy gun.  

                I predicted the deaths of Michael Jackson and Prince and more recently the October attack on Israel as well as the war.    This vision I had weeks and months before that ever happened, but it was a lucid nightmare that left me shaken and crying.   Normally I don’t have foresight like that, but I was scarily accurate.     I also knew that Trump was going to get shot, but I didn’t know whether he would survive.    I was a bit late for that one because the writers of the Simpsons predicted that long before I did.    I happened to ‘see’ him getting shot before the speech in Pennsylvania, so once again, intuition and ‘Sight’ were intense and right on the nose.

                The most recent vision I experienced was that of a hobo friend that we had who still has quite the following on YouTube.   His name is Hobo Shoestring.   My roommate and best friend used to text him constantly and they would chat quite a bit.    Another one of our good friends Anywhere Man (another hobo) as well as Shoestring’s own family had informed us that he had gone missing.   In fact, it had become national news rapidly, but I had already known that he was in the water.   What was weird about this was I didn’t know he had a lake around his property but in my mind’s eye, I kid not, I could see him, prone, lying upon the water, still, unmoving.   In fact, that was how he was found.   Other than Israel and Trump those visions have been my clearest yet.  

 

 

Chapter 6—Vibing With the Tribe

                I have found other people with gifts to which I can relate.   I knew a woman at a place I used to work who had seen Reptilians shapeshifting before her eyes.   Her boy even saw one take a mask off, much like someone would on stage or after a Halloween party.    I had always thought Reptilians were real, but she confirmed my suspicions.  I have yet to see this for myself, but I am certain I will probably see something like this before I take my final bow on this stage called life.

                Although circumstances have taken my chance of having biological children, I can still have family in other ways.   I have found my Tribe among the Indigenous, the gypsies, the hobo fraternity, and the light workers I have come across in drum circle.   I think more interactions like this will happen in the future.   I have a lot to look forward to even if it is a bit late in coming.  

Chapter 7—Normal Is Overrated

                The older I become the more I realize how backward society can be.   There are benefits to being ‘eccentric’.    To be honest, I wouldn’t want it any other way.

 

Epilogue

                I haven’t even reached the halfway point of my life, but I know I have much more living to do and hopefully I can brighten my path and others I come in contact with.   Whatever the case, I know that the unusual is attracted to me and that is what truly makes my life interesting.   I can’t even imagine what ‘normalcy’ would look like, especially being neurodivergent.