I began my research and introduction into the world of the paranormal when I was young. Around the age of eight in fact. I was raised in the LDS religion and at the age of eight I was also bapbtized into the religion, as is custom in that religion. I was also "given" a lesser form of the "priesthood" through a ritual laying on of hands. Something I had expressed I did not want, nor believed in. I was given this "gift" anyways. Shortly after I was present as my mother performed a tarot card reading and I was instantly fascinated. So began my interest in things outside the realm of normality.In sixth grade around the age of ten or so, while attending Monroe elementary, I presented to my class a report on egypt. We had been assigned to pick a country we were interested in and or had lineage from. I chose Egypt. My report had a translation of hyroglypics, a list of all the egyptian gods, the story of Osiris, and an account of the rosetta stone. I was enthralled with Egyptology. Around this same time I began to develop several... quirks.
During this time I lived mostly with mother in a red brick apartment (which is also the name of the small apartment complex) with four of my brothers. Life in our home was lived in a different lifestyle then some, though in the end I would say the result of the lifestyle was seemingly the same as other family's. As kids we were not more affected by the lifestyle than any other low income family. The only difference being how money was made in the family.
Several times I did move back and forth between parents though. And for a few periods of time I lived with my father in Idaho. I remember the time fairly vividly because It was shortly after my dad remarried and there was a lot of emotional energy. Mostly because I grew to resent my stepmother. But there was a period of time we lived in a small house. It was a small house that sat in the middle of nowhere. There was a small horse pasture across the street. And in the backyard the old remains of another house that had burnt down. Being kids one would think that me and my brother would play alot in the massive backyard, one would be wrong. We very rarely dared venture outside to play. There was such a massive ominous dark feeling in the backyard me and my brother tended to stay inside almost exclusively. In the back of a house was a small walled in deck with the entrance to the basement. Me and my brother never entered the basement, the entire time we lived there. We would hear wailing constantly from the basement, a long drawn out wail and moan. My dad said it must be a cat got stuck down there, though we never saw no cat nor any cats around. This wailing occured every day, and every night that i can remember. The few times I dared even look down the stairs I could feel something dark looking back up at me. I woke up often in the middle of the night to look out the window. I would see three people standing on top of the pile of burnt wood where a house stood, looking back at me. Shortly after for reasons i don't know we moved. And shortly after that I moved back with my mom.
At this time I began to find myself becoming much the observer. I would sit silently in a corner and slowly people would begin to not notice my pressence. I would often sit for long periods of time just watching and listening to the adults. I began to try and make myself unnoticed. Often times I would surprise my mother and the other adults with knowledge of exactly what was occuring in the house, despite their attempts to keep parts of the lifestyle completely hidden from the children. I read alot; mostly books about animals and also comics and fantasy books. And played alot of video games as well as watched a lot of star trek. And while I was a happy playful kid with hobbies, I was deeply fascinated with occult subjects and the paranormal. I began to develop odd behaviors; I would often at school and at home stare through people for long periods of time. Often the people would complain of feeling severly uncomfortable or creeped out. I could stay in this state of staring through people and looking at nothing for upwards of ten to fifteen minutes without blinking. I believe it was a trance state, though at the time I called it just spacing out. I could sit down with someone in conversation and I would be able to finish their sentences. I could write down what they would say before they said it. I did this a couple times with my mom while she was on the phone with a friend.
During the time we lived in the red brick apartments home life became a little unstable and I ended up moving with my father, who moved to a place called Monroe Utah. Ironically I went from Monroe elementary to junior high in Monroe. Ironic or synchronistic? Monroe had a population of under 900 people if memory serves. All Mormon. Upon arriving my dad was told he should go back from whence he came. Apparently they didn't want us city folk in their town, even though we were mormon as well. We lived in a small house with two bedrooms. There was a third bedroom that was built on to the house as an addition before we moved in. It had two built in shelves that served as large beds. This was one of the most paranormally active place I have ever lived. I would see shadows of people walking about the house almost nightly. Often I would hear a pop of energy, but could never place where it was coming from. I would often lose time in the house. On several occasions I would know without doubt I was being watched. My dad has also told me stories that reflect my own experiences, though some of his were much more dangerous and negative. For reasons I can't explain I beleived there to be an underground part of the house, although there was no evidence of it. And also felt several times that there was a burial site on the property. Though there was no evidence of one, nor did I ever search for one.
Later I moved to park city with my dad and little brother. I mostly gave up my interests in such things as I spent a lot of time taking care of my brother as dad worked a lot. I was prone to be quiet a lot and sitting alone in thought. My interest in such things was not reignited until years later when I visited my mom for a week stay one summer. Where for the first time she read my tarot cards. I borrowed some books from her and took them home to study. The main book I read was the Pyschic's Guide. My dad inquired as to my interest in such things, and while initially I thought he was mocking it, later I realized it was the first hint I had that he too was as studious as I was of such things.
The first thing I tried from the book was astral projection. I attempted this over and over and over ever single night, and twice a day. I had several instances where I thought I had succeeded only to be instantly brought back to reality. Being young I gave up. I next tried controlling a flame. I succeeded with easy success and moved on. I attempted telepathic projection and reading, resulting in my mom hearing me sing a song when she was on the other side of the state. And also heard me talk to her, things I was doing in my mind as a trial and experiment. After success I came to the conclusion that I while I was being successful in projecting telepathic thought not everyone was able to hear it. As in out of my family only my mother heard me (though at the time I thought my dad mocked such things and never tried to contact him.) I then found and built a pendulum. Using this gave great results, one of which excited me so much that I released a burst of energy that made the light, computer, and tv turn off. It was my first telekenetic experience. Though far stranger things were soon to come.
To be continued...
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