Ugh

Sorry it's been a while.. far too long lol! Things have been crazy and I've been trying to escape the stress and write here again. More to come!

A little bit about my thinking..

Growing up, my mother always had games we'd play when there was nothing else to do. We'd guess the color or shape one another was thinking about. I'd try and flip playing cards, guessing what face would be on the other side. It was a lot of fun, and inspired my elementary school science fair project on psychic skills and parapsychology.
As a Catholic school student, it was met with mixed reviews. I didn't give up. I knew there was more to life (and death) than we were taught in school. Once when I was about 10 years old, I remember being in my bed, terrified to move because I saw a woman at the end of the hallway that was glowing. It didn't help matters that I could see through her. I later found that this woman happened to look like my deceased aunt that I had never really met. I wouldn't have known what she looked like but recognized her picture. Seeing strange lights when it was dark was common for me as well. This happened on a daily basis for years.
This led to a lot of questions. I was always questioning things, especially in science class. This continued through high school, where even though my interest was high, I wasn't very vocal about it. Ridicule is a very powerful motivating factor. I remember once asking, "If energy can neither be created or destroyed, and the human body can scientifically be proven to contain energy within the brain, muscles, and nerves..what happens to that energy when we die?" Even my teacher at the time didn't have an answer that really fit and admitted that it was a vague assumption but it could be used to support the reality of ghosts or spirits. I realize that the body itself is broken down and decomposes, but if you really look at the human body, there is so much more there. What happens to the energy from our thoughts, dreams, and memories? Destroy part of the brain and memories can still exist. People still have thoughts. If memories aren't stored physically in the brain and thoughts can be measured through brain activity, what happens to that part of us? It made me think.

Toys playing by themselves

Although there is more coming in regards to my previous post, here's an update. In the upstairs playroom, there is a kitchen that makes stove and other kitchen sounds when you push the buttons on it. Recently, we've been hearing strange sounds from upstairs. Last night I confirmed it. I stood in the kitchen and waited patiently. I heard what sounded like someone playing with the toys upstairs and snuck quietly up the steps. The kitchen set was happily bubbling away, as if someone were turning the knobs.. the knobs never moved. It kept going off again and again, for no apparent reason. I finally said something out loud, and it stopped. it didn't go off again. I looked at it, took out the sound module, put it back.. everything looked fine. I went back downstairs and damn if it didn't go ff AGAIN! This time I grabbed the screwdriver and took out the batteries. I'll take it apart later and look for any short circuits... so far haven't found a reason for it! What do you think?

It's been crazy!

Well, I know it's been a few days and I wanted people to know we're still here! Our daughter has been waking up terrified of something at night.. several times a night and knowing my own and my wife's background we've been taking her seriously. Will post an update soon after we investigate further. It may be nothing, but I'm reserving judgement until later.

Share with us!

Have you had an experience that you just can't explain? Did you hear or see something that "wasn't" quite there? Share your story with us!

The Lullaby Lady

This is a story I wanted to share with you that occurred when my daughter was only a few months old.
Now, when it comes to having a newborn, I knew that after I finished feeding my daughter that she will go right back to sleep. This for me has always been an enjoyable time. To be so close to her and hold her, make her feel safe, and plainly just adoring her. I loved that she would fall asleep so easily but I didn't want to give her up so soon. I knew I had to place her in her crib and let her sleep. After all, I didn't want to spoil her rotten and have to worry about her at 4, still sleeping in bed with me. I lay her down and kissed her goodnight and closed the door behind me. My mother until now never liked that I did close the door, but my daughter has been so independent since birth. She loved her privacy, and still does! Of course I wouldn't leave her completely alone, that is what baby monitors are for? Right? At this point I am sitting in the living room, baby monitor next to me, eating lunch. I hear the normal static and distortions, nothing to worry about. About a minute later, the distortions stopped and I heard whispering. So I thought that it might be my daughter "talking" in her sleep. So I thought nothing of it and continued eating. Then I heard the whispering again. This time I listened to it more carefully. The voice sounded sweet and low, that of a young woman. I still thought nothing of it. I'm used to hearing distortions. Now the whispering has turned into a full humming, that of a lullaby being sung to a child. Now I was fully aware that this was not a distortion but a voice, coming from the monitor, from my daughter's room. At this point I start to get a little bit worried, not scared, just worried. I'm a lioness protecting my cub. The humming becomes louder and repetitive, like a lullaby would be except it is not a lullaby that I recognized at all. So I still stay frozen, almost as waiting for another sign. And there it was, my daughter yawned and the humming never stopped. Now I KNEW that the humming was coming from my daughter's room and not a distortion on the monitor. I ran upstairs, frantic, I wanted to make sure my daughter was ok. When I opened the door, all I saw was my daughter sleeping, soundly. I couldn't help but stay up there with her until she woke back up.
Once she was up, my husband took my daughter for a little bit. I told him I had to "investigate" upstairs. My husband never questions me, he knows that I am very sensitive when it comes to things of a supernatural nature. I go towards her crib and asked out loud "Are you here? Where are you? Who are you?" Nothing. Another day goes by and I still feel uneasy. I know "she" is still here, I sense her there. Why won't she go away? So I continued with my questions. "I know that you are here, what do you need?" Still nothing, still the uneasy feeling. It finally occurred to me to ask the following question "Are you her guardian angel?" Believe it or not, after that, I didn't hear anymore humming or felt her presence.
It is, to this day, my belief that the lullaby lady was there to protect my daughter. Could she have been a guardian angel? A deceased family member? I still don't know, but what I do know is that it was someone or something positive making sure my daughter was safe when I wasn't there.
Since I was little, I always felt protected, more than most people, almost as if something was watching over me. I was never scared of it. I did feel quite lucky and unique. I always knew that everything was going to be ok. I am relieved to know that my daughter has that same safety net. I knew from that moment on that she would be protected in life.

Introduction

Hello all. I just wanted to introduce myself. My name is Raquel and I am Christopher's wife. Usually Chris will post more than I will. After all he has the knack for words, not I. What I do have is a lot of experiences and stories that I want to share with you. I didn't grow up in what you would call a "normal" environment and for this I am extremely thankful. My relationship with my grandmother has opened my eyes to so many experiences and possibilities....some spiritual, some supernatural, and some just completely unexplainable. While a grandmother taught her granddaughter how to knit, mine taught me how to read tarot cards, "read" people, and listen to "voices" that aren't necessarily there. I'm not going to go into exact details but I will share some stories from my life and the ones around me.