PAGIN'S PARANORMAL PAGE
Paul Gin
My first recollection of any paranormal experiences was when I was about 4 years old, although at the time I had no idea of what was happening.
From the time I was 4 up to 13 or 14 years old, I used to fly in my dreams and visit friends and strangers alike all over the world. Often I would recognize events and feelings that I had previously experienced, the night before or at other times.
Once I reached adulthood and did some research on the different psychic manifestations, I discovered that I had the ability to astro-travel, better known as an out of body experience.
Since then I have come to realize I have strong psychic abilities, especially in the healing areas. I have tried to write down my dreams as the different books and psychics recommend, but I cannot recall my dreams anymore. According to different sources, this might mean that I go into the deepest levels of sleep without stopping on each lighter levels, so the level on which I dream has nothing to relate to symbolically.
Either way, I haven't remembered a dream in roughly ten years. 		My first paranormal experience was when I was about six years old. My mother and father moved us out into the country, to a very big old house and we all loved it out there. Although we seemed to be living in some else's house and they were still there. One day in the kitchen I saw a man come in the back door and go down stairs, I didn't know who it was and wanted to, so I followed him down stairs he went behind the furance, I called to him, he didn't even turn around to see me and I followed. As I turned to pass the furnace I found a pair of old jeans and a plaid jacket. I ran up stairs too tell my mother and she came down stairs to check, the clothes were there and there was no sign of anyone being down there at all, so my mother just thought i was playing and went back to doing dishes. She never really believed me until one day when she put my little six month old sister in her highchair for lunch as we all ate at the table. My little sister would not stop crying and we couldn't figure out what was wrong, when all of a sudden my sister floated out of her highchair and was slambed down on the floor where an old sink made of cast iron sat she hit her head so hard it split open. We were stuck out in the country with no car to go to the hospital, we had to call everyone until finally we got a hold of my future step father who rushed to help. The next day my mother found out my father was cheating. Of corse he didn't leave right away he stayed around long enoungh to torture us all. He would come home late and beat my mother for not taking him back, but every night about an hour to a 1/2 hour before he came home, in the drive way we would see head lights and the outside door would swing open and then close again, and after it happen a few times she relised it was a warning sign and would send us to bed as soon as it happened. It looked funny when grandma showed up at eight o'clock in the evening and we were all running to bed like mad. While on one evening when lights came up the drive and the door opened, she put us to bed and hid as if we were not home and he didn't find her that night and she did this every time she seen the lights in the driveway. My father left very shortly after and my mother met a man and has been with him ever since.
In this big old house at night we heard a lot of weird sounds, so we didn't wake easily. One late night we heard my little sister screaming in her room, we ran to her to see what was wrong and she just said that the man was back again. I truly believed that some thing wrong was going to happen because everytime he was there something bad happened. I ran down stairs, my mother and stepfather asleep in there beds, woke up and let me know were safe even if we saw the man. by this time we named him George. i believe George kept me safe through alot of things. However in later years I found out that my Uncle Jet moved out of our house and died very shortly after we moved in and around the time George showed up.
George had a very scary way of helping us out, but he did help us. I wonder if he had just showed himself to me if any one ever would have believed me or if they would've thought me to be crazy. Well George did find my stepfather to take care of us and maybe that last time we seen him was to say goodbye. I can't say that I miss living in a house with a ghost, but I know George will stay in my heart and memories as my childhood protector.
Paul & Gin
We first met in 1987, had a daughter in 1987, then a son in 1988. The first 5 years of our relationship, we were so busy raising our children, we didn't have much time for self discovery. 1991 came around soon enough, that's when we had our first shared paranormal experience.
One night I was sitting down in the den reading a book by Jane Roberts channeling an entity called Seth. For those who have never heard of Seth, it's an entity that would channel through Jane Roberts, a famous medium who is now dead.
Anyway that night I was sitting downstairs while my wife was upstairs in the the shower. I had just read about how to do out of body travelling so I just laid my head back against the couch and closed my eyes. Almost immediately, this feeling of separation came over me. It felt like water was between my skin and my insides. Then I projected myself in the washroom upstairs where I saw Gin shaving her legs.
At this point I came back into my body because my wife doesn't usually shave her legs, she uses nair or neat instead. This made me believe I had imagined the whole thing, so I didn't mention it to my wife right away.
A few hours later we were laying in bed when I decided to bring up the incident. As soon as I started describing the event, Gin cut me off with a story of her own:
 
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