Two Worlds at Once
by Samantha Maine
Imagine being seventeen-years-old, making your way through the angsty days of high school, and on top of that, experiencing paranormal activity that no one else in your household experiences. The phenomena keeps you up half the night, you go to school exhausted almost every day, and there’s no one you can talk to about what is happening. You wonder if maybe you’re just crazy, but are too afraid that others will think this if you tell them. So what do you do?
This was the situation I found myself in about four years ago. After trying to get through it on my own, I finally told my best friend and to my surprise and relief, she didn’t think I was crazy at all. I don’t know what I would have done without her.
Later, I ended up contacting a local paranormal group and told them what I had been experiencing – mainly feeling watched from a specific corner of my room, hearing whispering, murmuring, humming, and singing, feeling the energy in the room change, and feeling people walking around the room when no one else was there, as well as seeing a handful of apparitions. After hearing about all of these experiences, they told me they thought I was a sensitive. Now, I’m not the type to believe something simply because someone said it, or because it’s what I wanted to hear (in this case, that I wasn’t imagining everything). At the time, I wasn’t happy with this answer – after all, what exactly was a sensitive anyway?
Basically, a sensitive is someone who can pick up on a spirit’s energy through sight, hearing, feel, smell, or even taste (everyone has some sensitive ability to some extent, by the way). Most sensitives are best at picking up spirits through one or maybe two main senses, most commonly sight and sound. Taste is the most rare.
Personally, I’ve had experiences involving all five senses, though I am more likely to hear or feel a spirit first, and it may or may not then extend to the other senses. It should be noted that sightings of spirits usually occur through the Third Eye, though apparitions occasionally appear to our physical eyes; similarly, spirit voices are usually picked up telepathically. Feeling spirits does occur in terms of physical contact or responses, but more often, sensitives can simply feel a spirit’s presence, their emotions (empathy), or can simply “sense” their personality.
A few of my experiences involving seeing spirits stand out the most. The first is my encounter with the spirit of a little girl named Brianna (please read my other article, “Through the Veil, Straight to my Heart,” for more information on this particular experience). I also remember seeing several shadowy forms at the back of the library where I worked at the time. I saw about three of them in one night, though it may have been the same entity, as the sightings were a few minutes apart. I would turn to go down an aisle and see a tall, apparently male, shadow figure, not out of the corner of my eye but right in the center of my vision.
Another instance occurred one night as I was attempting to fall asleep. I simply saw, with my Third Eye, the face of a very young boy. He was around six-years-old, had blond hair, and an expression on his face that was far too serious for someone his age. I heard the name “John.” I don’t know anything else about him, but the experience tugged at my heart. He must have gone through something terrible to have had that look in his eyes.
My most recent experience involving sight was of a boy, about twelve-years-old, wearing a faded Confederate uniform from the Civil War. He was small for his age, and extremely thin – it was easy to see that he most likely died of starvation. I’m not sure why such a young boy would be in the army; perhaps he was a drummer boy, but to be honest, I don’t know much about the army at that time, so I can’t say whether this is possible or not. It’s the only explanation I could come up with. He didn’t speak; simply stood there, as if he just needed someone to acknowledge him. I haven’t seen him since, but think about him often. One thing disturbed me about this boy, even more than how he died – he had no face.
One of the first spirit-voices that I heard was a male whisper that simply said, “Hey.” My brother was the only other one home, and my first thought was that he was trying to scare me. Naturally, I whipped around to slap him – he wasn’t there, of course. He was, in fact, taking a nap in his room.
There is one other voice that really stands out to me. It was around three a.m. and outside an ice storm had been raging since the afternoon before. I woke up and was about to get out of bed and look out the window to see how much more ice lay over everything. But before I could move, I heard a raspy, high-pitched but male voice say, “Get up.” Not only that, but the voice came from the very spot where I’d have to stand to look out my window (a bookcase blocked most of it). I hesitated, thinking – Do I listen to this voice? Or not? Eventually, I did get up and look outside, and nothing else happened. I still can’t fathom why this spirit wanted me to get up that night.
Picking out specific instances of when I’ve felt spirits is more difficult. I’ve had a spirit run fingers through my hair, grab my wrist, touch my arm. Mostly, I can simply sense the presence of a spirit in the room, and usually I can tell if it’s human or not, nice or mean, shy or outgoing, young or old, where in the room the spirit is – none of this through any communication, just a knowing. It also involves feeling the energy in the room shift – typically in the direction of the spirit as if it is drawing energy in order to manifest.
Smelling a spirit isn’t something I can lay claim to (yet), but I can relate one instance of taste that comes to mind. I had a male spirit who I always knew was around, because I would get a strong taste of celery whenever he entered the room. I can’t explain why this particular taste was associated with him, but apparently that was how he wanted to make himself known. Although not with a spirit, I’ve had one other memorable experience involving paranormal taste. I was riding in the car with my parents and brother on our way home one day, when I suddenly tasted cinnamon-apple flavored rice cakes. No one in the car was eating or had this snack with them, so at first I simply ignored it. We got home, and I walked in the door to find my sister sitting on the couch…eating cinnamon-apple flavored rice cakes.
These are just a small sampling of the experiences I’ve had as a sensitive, and I’m sure there will be many more to come. They certainly make life interesting!
This was the situation I found myself in about four years ago. After trying to get through it on my own, I finally told my best friend and to my surprise and relief, she didn’t think I was crazy at all. I don’t know what I would have done without her.
Later, I ended up contacting a local paranormal group and told them what I had been experiencing – mainly feeling watched from a specific corner of my room, hearing whispering, murmuring, humming, and singing, feeling the energy in the room change, and feeling people walking around the room when no one else was there, as well as seeing a handful of apparitions. After hearing about all of these experiences, they told me they thought I was a sensitive. Now, I’m not the type to believe something simply because someone said it, or because it’s what I wanted to hear (in this case, that I wasn’t imagining everything). At the time, I wasn’t happy with this answer – after all, what exactly was a sensitive anyway?
Basically, a sensitive is someone who can pick up on a spirit’s energy through sight, hearing, feel, smell, or even taste (everyone has some sensitive ability to some extent, by the way). Most sensitives are best at picking up spirits through one or maybe two main senses, most commonly sight and sound. Taste is the most rare.
Personally, I’ve had experiences involving all five senses, though I am more likely to hear or feel a spirit first, and it may or may not then extend to the other senses. It should be noted that sightings of spirits usually occur through the Third Eye, though apparitions occasionally appear to our physical eyes; similarly, spirit voices are usually picked up telepathically. Feeling spirits does occur in terms of physical contact or responses, but more often, sensitives can simply feel a spirit’s presence, their emotions (empathy), or can simply “sense” their personality.
A few of my experiences involving seeing spirits stand out the most. The first is my encounter with the spirit of a little girl named Brianna (please read my other article, “Through the Veil, Straight to my Heart,” for more information on this particular experience). I also remember seeing several shadowy forms at the back of the library where I worked at the time. I saw about three of them in one night, though it may have been the same entity, as the sightings were a few minutes apart. I would turn to go down an aisle and see a tall, apparently male, shadow figure, not out of the corner of my eye but right in the center of my vision.
Another instance occurred one night as I was attempting to fall asleep. I simply saw, with my Third Eye, the face of a very young boy. He was around six-years-old, had blond hair, and an expression on his face that was far too serious for someone his age. I heard the name “John.” I don’t know anything else about him, but the experience tugged at my heart. He must have gone through something terrible to have had that look in his eyes.
My most recent experience involving sight was of a boy, about twelve-years-old, wearing a faded Confederate uniform from the Civil War. He was small for his age, and extremely thin – it was easy to see that he most likely died of starvation. I’m not sure why such a young boy would be in the army; perhaps he was a drummer boy, but to be honest, I don’t know much about the army at that time, so I can’t say whether this is possible or not. It’s the only explanation I could come up with. He didn’t speak; simply stood there, as if he just needed someone to acknowledge him. I haven’t seen him since, but think about him often. One thing disturbed me about this boy, even more than how he died – he had no face.
One of the first spirit-voices that I heard was a male whisper that simply said, “Hey.” My brother was the only other one home, and my first thought was that he was trying to scare me. Naturally, I whipped around to slap him – he wasn’t there, of course. He was, in fact, taking a nap in his room.
There is one other voice that really stands out to me. It was around three a.m. and outside an ice storm had been raging since the afternoon before. I woke up and was about to get out of bed and look out the window to see how much more ice lay over everything. But before I could move, I heard a raspy, high-pitched but male voice say, “Get up.” Not only that, but the voice came from the very spot where I’d have to stand to look out my window (a bookcase blocked most of it). I hesitated, thinking – Do I listen to this voice? Or not? Eventually, I did get up and look outside, and nothing else happened. I still can’t fathom why this spirit wanted me to get up that night.
Picking out specific instances of when I’ve felt spirits is more difficult. I’ve had a spirit run fingers through my hair, grab my wrist, touch my arm. Mostly, I can simply sense the presence of a spirit in the room, and usually I can tell if it’s human or not, nice or mean, shy or outgoing, young or old, where in the room the spirit is – none of this through any communication, just a knowing. It also involves feeling the energy in the room shift – typically in the direction of the spirit as if it is drawing energy in order to manifest.
Smelling a spirit isn’t something I can lay claim to (yet), but I can relate one instance of taste that comes to mind. I had a male spirit who I always knew was around, because I would get a strong taste of celery whenever he entered the room. I can’t explain why this particular taste was associated with him, but apparently that was how he wanted to make himself known. Although not with a spirit, I’ve had one other memorable experience involving paranormal taste. I was riding in the car with my parents and brother on our way home one day, when I suddenly tasted cinnamon-apple flavored rice cakes. No one in the car was eating or had this snack with them, so at first I simply ignored it. We got home, and I walked in the door to find my sister sitting on the couch…eating cinnamon-apple flavored rice cakes.
These are just a small sampling of the experiences I’ve had as a sensitive, and I’m sure there will be many more to come. They certainly make life interesting!