My First Paranormal Experience

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I was a small child, just barely school age when I had my first experience with the paranormal. I’ve never spoken publicly about it until now, not even at my public speaking events nor book signings have I ever brought up the incident of which I’m about to tell you. Yes, I’ve openly discussed my encounters with shadow people, being touched by spirits, my ability of being an empath and also my ability of angelic communication, but never openly discussed my first recollection of a paranormal encounter. Why? Because to many people, it may sound a bit macabre and strange.

Like I said earlier, I was a small child when it happened. A little girl all dressed up in Sunday clothes right after church services were over. The day was sunny and warm, and the church members were carrying on lighthearted conversations as they were walking out of the building. As my family conversed, my attention was oddly drawn towards the cemetery for no apparent reason, which was only a few feet away. This church was a small, country one with not a very big congregation at all. So the atmosphere was safe and there was no cause for concern as I walked towards the graves. The ground had been undisturbed for quite sometime, meaning that there had been no recent funerals to speak about. Yet, I was undeniably drawn to a particular grave for which I had no connection with. The deceased wasn’t a family member, nor a friend. In fact, the individual had been dead for many years prior to our joining the church. But as I neared the grave, I began to detect a very faint smell. It was one that I had never experienced before, quite fragrant and soft. The inviting smell drew me even closer to the peaceful plot.

Now keep in mind that no one followed me and that everyone from the church were several feet away, meaning that the scent from their perfume/cologne dissipated as I walked away from them. However, this new scent grew stronger as I approached the grave. It was so beautiful and intriguing that it made me want to investigate its origin. The headstone was void of any floral arrangements that would give plausible cause for the unexplained smell. So, I continued to let my nose lead the way which made me only inches above the ground. At this point, I was literally sniffing the Earth that was immediately below my nose. Only grass separated me from the dirt. Yet, this inconceivable fragrance had become even stronger. In my innocent mind I started seeing brief images of bones, like I was looking down into the grave below. Was I led to this spot by the deceased individual? Perhaps what I was smelling was the beautiful fragrance they wore when they were alive. Maybe the spirit of the deceased noticed my gift and wanted to connect with me.

I wanted so badly to take my little fingers and dig into the dirt so I could find out more, but was abruptly stopped upon my grandmother’s discovery. And ever since then, every time I see bones, I’m quickly reminded of the beautiful fragrance I’ve never experienced again. The incident still remains a mystery to me, a fascination that I will never forget.

 

 

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30 thoughts on “My First Paranormal Experience”

  2. After my Mom passed away, there was for years a gently, loving energy at her gravesite. Even a friend of mine, mentioned the energy when we went to visit her. I don’t think your experience is macabre or strange. Maybe she just wanted to communicate with you for some reason.

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    • Being so young when the incident happened, and too afraid to tell anyone about it… I kept it to myself until now. The deceased individual’s identity has always been unknown to me. However, like I said earlier, I do know that this person wasn’t a family member because none of my family has ever been buried there.

      But I really do wish I could have found out more…

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  5. Interesting experience. I’ve had a experience of smelling a sweet fragrance before the appearance of a ghostly figure. At least there is an understanding that if there is a presence of a sweet smelling fragrance there is no danger but love.
    I hope you re-visit that location to see if that same experience will happen again and to get the answers you’ve been wondering about….

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  7. Stillness/rest. . . . . the sky above like a sepulcher of subjective, cozy hints. The shadow-land, the doorway, a flicker of strange recognition like dancing shades and velvet coffin-linings. Uncanny and far-out as this mysterious veil is pulled back to reveal something deeper, that which we have always known but couldn’t put into words. Hang out at the entrance of the cave but return to the world of flowers and mist and sun. Very beautiful, indeed.

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  9. The paranormal can be exciting and frightening and enlightening and so much more all wrapped together sometimes. Thank you for sharing your experience!!! Maybe one day I will find the courage/motivation to share my own experiences, but reading yours is a great first step for me to move past the fear/hesitation of being labeled and treated as if I am strange for having a connection/experiences with things that many people never get a chance to be part of. Thank you once again! šŸ™‚

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  11. My thoughts are the younger and more innocent have a clearer perception of spirits than the older and unaccepting minds. My first paranormal experience was at age 5 when my folks moved us to Tennessee. We rented a home on a farm and agreed to care for the Black Angus bulls on the property. At this age of life, the Civil War hadn’t been discussed with me, but that didn’t matter.

    One evening, as I left my room to wander into the restroom, I turned on the light and kept my eyes squeezed shut for a minute to keep from the uncomfortable “sudden bulb shock” one gets from a quick change. When I opened them, I found a man in a soldier’s uniform lying in the tub covered in blood. He was looking right at me. He didn’t say anything, and I don’t believe he wanted to hurt me as much as he wanted assistance. Needless to say, with the toilet next to the tub, I changed my mind and went back to bed, wetting it. My parents weren’t too pleased with that end, and this started a whole new story of my parents not believing me and submitting it to being too lazy to use the restroom. But that’s another story.

    The fact is that until I turned 15, I regularly saw apparitions. None of which I could share with my parents, although once I tried as a teen. They brought in an exorcist. I know, sounds silly. None of the spirits ever threatened me or scared me other than being unexpected. Once in a while, I still catch a glimpse — So, while some people point fingers at those of us who do see, we can also point fingers back at those who don’t. I mean, why would someone make something like this up to share it knowing full well others will mock them? It isn’t as if I’m being paid! I think I’m just a little more in touch with my spiritual side than others. Who knows?

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  13. Hi, thanks for following my blog… i have experienced this as well… beautiful fragrances out of the blue… in places therr is no one but me… I sometimes “forget” the underlying meaning of this and start smelling myself trying to recall which perfume i may have sprayed on if any at all( i dont use them anyway)…bt yes its a nice “reminder” of not being alone sometimes…

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  14. Hello Sheilar,I do like yr story about yr first experience,I have had a couple of experiences myself,there is an ancient writing that speaks of a sweet fragrance,could be related to the “balm of Gilead”.
    You maybe interested in my experiences also to next time.

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