Paranormal Activity

Paranormal doesn't always have to be something terrifying. Para-normal just means something outside of the normal. Something we don't necessarily have an explanation for it.

In the interest of privacy no names are used here.

• "Para" comes from Greek, meaning "beside," "beyond," or "alongside." It suggests something that’s outside or apart from the usual.

• "Normal" is from Latin "normalis," meaning "made according to a carpenter’s square" or, more broadly, "standard" or "typical." It’s what we consider regular or expected in everyday life.

So, when you put them together, "paranormal" literally means "beyond the normal" or "outside the usual."

Once, you ignore it. Twice you ignore it. Three times might make you start to think. But when you see things, unexplained things over and over again, one would have to be really close-minded to ignore them.

These are signs and it very very least, they should open our minds. They should make us aware that clearly we don't know everything.

What I'm about to tell you reads like fiction story or Horror Story and I know many won't even believe it. When the mind can't believe something it's easy to dismiss it, try to find a logical explanation, or a lot of times people just say conspiracy. That makes it easy. It makes the scene go away in their own mind.

My mother's story

My mom died New Year's Eve 1998. Ironically she was born January 14th 1926. January 14th was New Year's Day by the old calendar. So she was born on New Year's Day and died on New Year's Day by the different calendars.

At the time my wife and I were living next door to my parents in a duplex. It was about 2:00 a.m., my dad calls, said “can you come over here for a minute?”. I’m like, It’s 2am? What’s going on? He said “Just come”.

My mom had cancer and she was basically on her deathbed. In their room, and only their room, the ceiling was covered with flies. Though there were lights on in the rest of the house, there where no flies anywhere else in the house, only that room, only on the ceiling. I went and got the vacuum cleaner. I stood on the bed beside my mom and was vacuuming up these flies. They wouldn't even fly away! As I drew the vacuum across the ceiling, it left a clean track! That's how many flies there were! You could actually see the line I made with the vacuum cleaner! This was a few days before she died.

My father’s story

June 26th 2009 my dad died. He was seemingly in good shape. He was walking everyday. In fact he was walking on his last day. He had a heart attack he went to the hospital. Even the hospital said he'd be okay but by 7:30 the shift changed and so did the attitude of the responders. " he's going to be all right" turned into " do you want me to get a priest?"

At the funeral, there was this dragonfly. Not just a flyby but one that stayed there for the entire service. Literally at arms reach from my wife and I. At one point I put my hand up thinking it was going to land on my finger but it didn't.

Ever since then whenever my wife and I were out somewhere and a dragonfly would stay unusually close by, we would say "that's your dad just saying I'm here". We'd be at our son's soccer games, sitting on the sidelines and there'd be a dragonfly staying close by for the whole game! Just came to be a regular occurrence.

My dad was instrumental he played clarinet in saxophone. One time I stepped out of my car and on the driveway was an elastic band twisted perfectly into the shape of a treble clef! Sorry I can't find a picture of it but it was exactly like a treble clef! I mean if you TRIED to make a treble clef out of an elastic, to make it stay like that? It’s near impossible! I'm sure that was him just giving me a sign saying that it's him and he's there.

A few weeks before he died, I saw my mother-in-law in a dream (a nightmare!) She had died young years before only 47 years old. In the dream I was in this large commercial retail mall with several levels. The place was packed. People were walking around holding bags of stuff they had bought, like it was before Christmas. I was at the top landing of an escalator. All these people were coming and going up down left right, then at the bottom of the escalator I saw this black figure coming up the escalator with the rest of the people but the figure was not standing on the escalator, it was floating about 3 ft above the steps of the escalator. It was just a dark hooded figure. I was terrified I couldn't move. Apparently nobody else could see it because nobody else seemed affected by it. It rose with the rest of the people up the escalator and when it got to the top, I was so frozen with fear, I tried to make fun of the moment by saying to the figure "if this is real I want lottery numbers!" the figure raised its head and I saw that it was my mother-in-law in this black cloak. Her lips didn't move but she told me these numbers “62609”. I was so panicked and I woke up! I wrote the numbers down on a pad of paper beside my bed and for weeks I was trying to figure out what they meant. I thought of the three 6’s (9 was upside-down you know?)

Then there was an address I had to go to, which was number 626. I got there and the party wasn't there. I thought it was bogus. I called them on the phone and they said no there's an east and west, you need to go to 626 West. I went there the party was there and I thought that's what the numbers meant. I felt relived thinking I had figured out what she meant by those numbers but that wasn’t it.

It wasn't until after my dad's funeral that I realized my mother-in-law gave me the date of my father's passing weeks before it happened! The 6 month the 26th day of '09! By her coming in a black cloak like that also probably to show me that it was a bad omen. Something bad was going to happen.

My brother-in-law's story

My brother-in-law born on the island of St Vincent's in the Grenadines. After retirement he would go back home once a year to visit. This particular year he went for a little bit longer because his relatives were building rental units down there and he was going to help out with the plumbing as he was a plumber. He got to the island but he was too early for them they weren't ready for the plumbing yet. A friend lent him a motorcycle to get around with. My brother-in-law had motorcycles all his life, grew up on the island knew his way around. That’s how he would get around on the island.

When he got to the relatives house the mother yelled up to her daughter (my brother-in-law's niece) said " your uncle is here! Come down and say hi!"

Niece, about 12 years old at the time came downstairs and as she's coming down the stairs she looked at her uncle and started screaming frantically!

Her mother was like what is it what is it what's wrong!?

The niece said, "it's Grandma come to take Uncle home!"

My brother-in-law downplayed this, laughing, saying where!? where!? And swatting his hands around as if he was trying to shoo flies away. Niece ran back upstairs into her room crying inconsolably.

From there we don't know exactly what happened. We do know that the island has twisty roads and that they ride on the opposite side of the street because the islands are under British control. Maybe this had something to do with it but my brother-in-law a motorcycle hit a wire that was holding a telephone pole up and was killed instantly May 1 (Mayday) 2010.

A year later my sister was going down there to get some closure. She flew into Aruba and planned to take a small plane to St. Vincent Island, but some relatives talked her out of it. They said there's nothing to see there. Instead she stayed in Aruba with some relatives and on the last day there they were singing karaoke songs. My sister snapped this picture of the singer, looking at it later you can clearly see an outline of somebody sitting on a chair, playing a guitar as my brother-in-law.

It may be hard to see on the internet but in the photo he has his right leg crossed over his left a guitar in his hands, a hat pulled down slightly over his face and he's facing forward.

Ironically the last time I saw my brother-in-law, he would be leaving the next day. The night before that we were at a celebration of life for my sister's assistant who had passed away of a massive heart attack just before. In other words the last time I saw my brother-in-law was at the funeral.

My wife's story

My wife died April 26th 2023 at 6:00 a.m. She was 56. A beautiful lady. We were together since we were teenagers. Raised a family, two wonderful kids, boy and a girl. Between that and running a business we were always busy. Now I'm retired kids have moved out, my wife is gone and I'm alone for the first time in my life.

While in emergency care, a Native American Indian friend came and performed a ritual using eagle feathers.

When he was leaving the hospital, lightning came out of a clear night. And while we were in the lobby saying goodbye, some other people were paying for their parking tickets when we heard one lady say what's that?

We were inside the hospital, there were no doors open or vents nearby or breeze of any sort but there, just behind us, was a swirling mass of dust and stuff collected from the floor swirling around in a counterclockwise formation. My friend said that when they do the ceremonies they do so in a counterclockwise formation. This circle went on for some time and we all just stood there looking at it. It's not like it just went one or two or three times around in a circle it just kept on revolving for a matter of minutes! I was even able to take video of it! (see link) In fact the only thing that stopped it was another person going to pay for their ticket stepped in the middle of it and all of a sudden it stopped. Look closely. Unfortunately because of the video and the background of the terrazzo floor is difficult to see but if you look closely you can see it. Maybe you can even play it in slow motion to make it out better.

My son was with me when my wife took her last breaths. We returned to the house. Didn't know what to do so we thought we would take the dog for a walk.

We live next to a graveyard. We always walk the dog in the graveyard because it's quiet, no cars. They're in the path in front of me was something shining.

I reached down to pick it up and it was an earring. And earring in the shape of a dragonfly!

An earring is normally a female thing and you know the dragonfly story from above. The dragonfly story was something that only my wife and I shared. It was just a thing that we had. To be there, in our path, at that time?

However my first thought was don't take anything from a graveyard! So I took it to the people running the graveyard and said somebody must have lost this maybe they want it back. So they kept it.

Meanwhile I told the story to my Native Indian Elder friend. He got really upset! He said You must go back and get t! That earring it was meant for you!

Well that kind of scared me so for the next few weeks I kept going back to the graveyard and asking people you know about the earring nobody knew anything about it!

Finally with my son he recognized one of the girls working there that he knew from school. She took the extra time to look around for it and she did find it, although it was broken in half.

This to me also represents that we were broken in half.

I took the pieces glued them back together and kept the earring.

Later with a friend I would be in a store that sold groceries. The store did not normally have other things for sale. But on this particular visit they had pillows on a top shelf, all individual, all handmade.

Amongst the pillows I saw one with a great big dragonfly on it. There was only one pillow with the dragonfly on it the other ones had different designs.

I said to my friend I have to buy that one individual pillow, which I did. The way it was positioned with the other pillows, I didn't really look closely at it until I got it home, then I realized what it had written on it as well as the dragonfly;

It said “Good luck! Always with you”. There was even a stamp on it as if to say good luck in your travels wherever you are. The way it appears on the pillow you can see the wing cuts off the ‘good luck’ part so you see ‘always with you’ clearly, so it could be taken both ways like I'm always with you or good luck is always with you. Then because it has a stamp of sort is like ‘wherever you go, I'm always with you’.

Later, with my same friend, sure enough we would travel. We would go on a trip to Mexico. Again talking with my Indian Elder friend, I told him that we would be going, and he said "you're going to bring back something for me" and I'm thinking, that's kind of presumptuous? Like you want me to get you a gift? I mean I would but he didn't have to ask right? Anyway I took this comment with a grain of salt.

Well we were at a resort overlooking the ocean. Our unit was on the ground floor. We could walk out over the grass to the various restaurants on the resort.

One day deep in the grass, we're walking back to our unit and there in the grass was something shiny.

I reached down and picked it up. It was another earring!

But this time, the earring had three feathers!

Once again, I was thinking somebody must have lost it. There was a plastic table on our veranda.

I put the plastic table on the grass in front of our unit and put the earring on top of that so when people pass by they could see it and maybe somebody would pick it up. The earring stayed there on the table outside for days. Nobody picked it up.

I asked around and nobody claimed it. So I brought it back home with me and gave it to my Indian Elder friend who goes by 'Grey Eagle'. It's like he predicted that there would be some sign there and it would be for him. Turned out to have feathers as well!? Bizarre!

the doves

In our customs, the pallbearers get a towel, my son came up with the idea that he wanted Doves on the towels. We had to get a place that printed T-shirts but he also got the design from somebody halfway around the world! It had to be a specific type of file to work with the printing machine from the T-shirt printer I'm not sure what the format was. But my son figured it all out and we had these towels, six of them, all embroidered with Doves for the pallbearers.

The house I'm in, I have been for roughly 30 years. Never once had a Dove get into the garage, but on the day of the first viewing, we open the garage door to get in the car to go to the viewing, and sitting on top of my car was a Dove! I don't know how he got in the garage there are no openings. Eventually I got him out because I didn't want him pooping on the cars. However in spite of us getting him out of the garage, this Dove was there every day for the next few weeks inside the garage! (he has since vacated).

the coyote

Another thing we saw was a coyote come right to our house, which is a subdivision house. They don't usually come into the subdivision. But in this case one came right to our house and just stood there. My son called me to look we were both staring at it and took pictures. You could tell it was a mother because of the teats, another feminine sign. She stood in front of our house for a while, then returned to the graveyard.

the raven

Another sign was The Raven. Again being in a subdivision, for 30 years, I have never once seen a large bird like that in the subdivision. This was no crow this was way bigger than a crow and the head and beak differ from taht of a crow. The ravens beak is much larger and sort of moulds into it’s head more compared to a crow. It landed on one fence and my dog was going crazy barking at it but it wouldn't move! Instead it flew to the other fence and sat there while my dog was barking and jumping on it.

The raven was while my wife was still at home. She saw it as well.

I said to the bird, you better not be coming for my dog! This is what I thought it was meant for because it seemed to just sit there on the fence even though my dog was barking at it. I took this as an omen. The bird came back a second time only this time landing on the neighbour's roof again my dog was barking at it. At this time I had no idea anything was wrong with my wife. It would be less than a month from the time we saw the raven to the time she was hospitalized. Never seen a raven before that or after.

Yet another earring story!

My friend and I were riding on the highway on the motorcycle (about 1.5hrs riding). When we got back, my friend noticed that she had lost an earring. An earring from an earring and necklace combo she had for some 30 years from a dear friend of hers!

After checking around, my friend found the clasp to her earring hanging on to her purse strap! What are the odds of something so small, falling off her ear and being able to latch onto her purse strap across her shoulder and chest on a motorcycle going 60+ mph on the highway for well over an hour!? It would be hard enough to attach it like this by hand sitting in your living room! The clasp is so small, maybe 4 or 5 mm wide at the opening! How could that catch onto a purse strap on a motorcycle at 60+ MPH?

And to top if off, later I found the rest of the earring as well a day later! The SET is COMPLETE, intact! My wife? Her husband who passed away recently as well? Someone is clearly watching over us!

The story of our dog

We adopted our dog from a shelter. She was part wolf, part husky. We had to make several trips to the shelter with my whole family to see how she reacted to us and how we would react to her. First we took her in as a foster but of course once she was fostered she was part of the family then we did the adoption. The females don't get as big as the males but at her peak she was still 110 lb. At one point the vet used the F word! My wife said “She’s not Fat! She’s just a little Husky” :D

When my wife was in the hospital she said she wanted to come home, she said she wanted to see her dog. That never happened.

After she passed, I asked the funeral home for a special request. I asked if I could bring the dog there. I explained to them that she was a big dog, part wolf and that I would need a special day and a special place without other people around because all I needed at that point was another issue to deal with.

The funeral home was receptive. I went through the day with my son, when there would be no other people there. They gave us a special room, then they wielded my wife into the room on a stainless steel bed.

Our dog immediately knew it was her. They spent some time together, we only stayed for about 20 minutes because, well you know, the bodies need to be kept cold. At least they got to see each other before she was buried.

Our dog stayed with ask for a year, almost to the day after the passing of my wife. Then I'm not faithful day, we had just been for a walk, I was preparing dinner for her, called her in about 2 hours after we walked but she didn't come running like she always would. I went outside to call her in and I found her dead on the grass. It's like she stayed with us for a year to help us through. She hung on for us until April 20 2024. She was 11.

So what inspired this post?

I live alone now. A couple of weeks ago I got up to see one of my smoke detectors undone hanging by the wires. I needed a ladder to get up there and twist it back on.

It took a considerable amount of force to push it and turn it to lock it back into place so I don't know how it could have come undone by itself.

After all I've been through my sleep schedule is totally fucked. I fell asleep this morning at 0300. Woke up again at 0500. Decided it was too early to stay up so I went back to sleep at 0630 only to be woken up by this huge CRASH at 0730!

I got up to check around only to find that the cover to my doorbell ringer fell off the wall, which also takes some doing to take it off by hand. There was also a welcome sign and my sunglasses that fell all at the same time.

In both incidents it seems that they are both instruments of alert, you know? The smoke alarm is supposed to alert you. The doorbell is supposed to alert you. The welcome sign was on the floor as well as my glasses. To me glasses represent eyes. The welcome sign is also like making someone aware that they are welcome. Similarly the doorbell is like a "I'm here" sign.

These are just some of my own stories. There are many such stories from all over the world, from all walks of life.

There's just too much to ignore. To say that there's a logical explanation for everything just means that we feel that we know everything. Like we have an answer for everything.

Clearly we don't know everything. We don't know where we came from. We don't know where we're going.

I think it's okay to admit that we don't have answers for everything. I think that's part of being human.

And by admitting that we don't have the answers for everything hopefully keeps us with an open mind.

Without an open mind there would be no advancement. If we knew everything, nobody would look for answers.

Nobody would care to Seek the Truth.