I would often recall a memory from when I was about nine years old as my first Spirit Encounter. I was young, and frightened that a man I did not know would come into my room at night. I was fortunate that my parents believed me. Even more fortunate that my father was willing to ask me questions about the man and put my fears at ease.
Once I started this journey, I was reminded that encounter was definitely not my first encounter. I was transported back to a memory. I was about four years old, and in my grandmother's home. We were moving her into an in-law apartment in our house. Adults were doing their thing, moving about. I remember standing at the base of the staircase, just staring straight up. A four-year-old me could not verbalize what I was seeing or feeling. I just stood there for what seemed like an eternity- especially to a young child- looking up to the top of the staircase.
My grandmother saw me standing there, staring and came over. She bent down next to me and looked up the stairs to see what I was seeing. Without missing a beat she said, " Don't worry. I can see him too. That's why I am moving." She gave me a kiss on the cheek and walked away.
I was fortunate that no one called it my imagination, yes. We were all a family of people with gifts. But we never talked about it. We never delved deeper. It was just what it was. People don't die; they simply move on.
Since then, I've seen a countless spirits and sensed various types of energies. We are not alone in this universe, nor on this planet.
When did you encounter with something inexplicable? What do you remember about it?