Ghosts and haunted houses are only two of the paranormal experiences one can have . Yes, I have been touched…once. And yes, I heard my father, who had passed away six months earlier, give me an order, which led to a life saving visit to an emergency room. And no, paranormal encounters are not always meant to scare the living. My latest supernatural encounter was a comforting sign from a special soul. My soul mate! Am I psychic? No, I don’t believe so. I tend to think that my soul is just very open to communication from other souls who have passed on.
This most recent paranormal encounter occurred shortly after the death of someone I believe was my soul mate. In fact we both believed we were soul mates. He was the one I looked for, and ran to, when I need comforting. He knew just how to soothe my fears, calm my racing heart, and wipe away my tears. Now I must tell you that I have a few recurring dreams. Although these dreams are usually frightening there is nothing paranormal about them. My soul mate was aware of my scary, recurring dreams as I would recount them to him in great detail.
On this one particular evening I had crawled into bed at my usual time, and had no problem drifting off to sleep. I quickly fell into a recurring dream. Not to get into a lot of detail, it was about my son and an unexpected turn of events which would drastically alter his life for the worse. In the dream I was overwhelmed with sadness, fear, and anger. I woke suddenly, gasping for breath, my heart pounding wildly, and a sense of dread flooding over me. Moments after my eyes opened a clicking noise broke the silence of my bedroom. I did not think ghosts, or paranormal occurrence. This clicking noise was coming from the corner of my room, where the television stood. My cable box, with it’s illuminated clock display sits atop the TV. My eyes snapped to the corner of the room. A few seconds passed as my eyes focused on the glowing numbers, and my ears tuned into the clicks.
I do wear glasses, not strong ones, but my vision without them is slightly blurry. As I focused on the clicking noise, the glowing numbers which should be displaying the time, were changing, counting down. Almost like a slot machine, rolling numbers. I stared long and hard at this strange sight. Was I thinking paranormal activity? No, not at all. Although I was still feeling uneasy, I had no inkling I was about to have a supernatural experience. Focusing on the number furthest to the right, as that number seemed to be changing much faster than the others, I stared for approximately one minute. Watching the numbers roll. Suddenly the number stopped changing. I stared, blinked, and stared at it again. It was the number 6. Now these numbers are made with straight lines so it was two straight lines down, one straight line across the bottom, one straight line up the right side and one straight line across the middle. A straight line number six. I then realized the other numbers had also stopped changing. I glanced at the number next to the six. It appeared to be a large zero. Square shaped of course. Next I looked at the last number, the one furthest to the left, but it wasn’t a number. I was stumped. At this point I was totally awake and anxious to find out what was going on. This wasn’t a number. I quickly reached for my glasses. I mention this as a way of emphasizing the fact that I was totally awake. No longer in any kind of dream state, I could not attribute these events to being groggy or fuzzy from sleep or poor vision. Placing my glasses on I looked again at the strange symbol, the one furthest to the left. It was a small letter r. Made boxy, as again, only straight lines are used to form the numbers on the display. Then I read the other numbers, which were actually letters, from left to right. The cable box glowed… rOb . My heart stopped for a moment. Rob… That was my soul mates name. I stared in disbelief. Frozen in bed, glasses on, inches away from my cell phone, which by the way takes amazing pictures. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think. Looking back now , I wish I had been able to move, to capture this imagine in a picture. But I didn’t, I couldn’t, I could only read his name. Over and over. The feeling of dread and despair, followed by confusion was gone. In it’s place a sense of serenity, calmness, and well being washed over me. A familiar feeling I had often experienced while Rob was here on this earth with me.
The clicking had also ended. It was eerily quiet. The glow of his name pierced the darkness. My breathing slowed to normal as I continued to stare at his name. A minute or so passed then suddenly, loudly, the clicking began again and the numbers once again began to count down. I felt a release. No longer frozen in bed, I jumped up, trying to make sense of what had just occurred while racing into my living room to look at a second cable box I had in that room. It simply. quietly displayed the time. No rolling numbers, no clicking. It was a normal display of the time. My bedroom and living room are separated by a doorway so I ran the few steps through the living room back into the bedroom. There the numbers continue to roll with that insanely annoying clicking noise. Back and forth I darted from living room to bedroom. Confirming the normalcy in the living room while amazed and confused by the supernatural events occurring in the bedroom. Several more minutes passed and upon entering the bedroom for the fifth time the clicking stopped. The numbers stopped counting down. It was quiet once more and the correct time was now being displayed on the box.
Was this a dream? Was this supernatural activity? Is my house haunted? Did I see a ghost? I know for sure this was not a dream. I don’t believe this house is haunted. There had not been any paranormal activities before this and none since. It was not about the place. I believe it was about me. This was a supernatural encounter with my soul mate. He knew I needed to feel that he was still around, watching out for me. Ironically it came in the form of his name. A written word. I should have known that was how he would communicate with me as we wrote little notes to each other every day. Not a day went by in almost two years that we didn’t write to each other.
The final confirmation for me that this was a real supernatural encounter came two days later, well past the fear and amazement I had experienced that night. I had to call the cable company to reprogram that cable box as it had simply stopped working properly. It no longer changed channels, the volume could not be adjusted, and it would take several attempts to shut it off. They had no explanation as to why this occurred, or why it only happened to the box in the bedroom. My explanation… My soul mate Rob had contacted me the way we always communicated, the only way I would truly believe it was him… through writing!