Hello, this is Wil from CMSI. I've had many experiences throughout my life, from the typical hearing doors open and shut and seeing faint shadows from time to time to finding out that my house, which has only been owned by one person outside the family who is still alive and noone has died in the house, has a resident ghost. My young friend's name is Benjamin and he is a prankster for sure. He likes to hide my remote and my cell phone everyday. One time I came home from school to mind my TV remote missing. I said Benjamin, where'd you hide my remote this time? I heard a thud on the floor behind me and, lo and behold, it had fallen off of my drumset. I ALWAYS put my TV remote on the floor by my bed. I never fail to. The only expaination for it being there is my friendly resident boy-ghost Benjamin. But Benjamin isn't the most impressive thing to happen, even though he is my favorite ghost. On our third investigation at Old Hebron, I decided to go to the back right part of the cemetery to try to connect with the figure we had seen moving back there. I got back there and set down the recorder so I wouldn't get any rustling from me moving the recorder. Soon after, I saw a shadow hand next to the recorder, but, sadly, there were no EVPs during this time. I don't remember anything that happened from the time I saw the hand to the time Alan, Kelly, and Sammy came back to get me, but I do remember feeling unusually solemn and calm than I get on investigations, like I was feeling someone else's emotions. Alan said that when he looked at me when they got there that I looked possessed to him. I truely believe that the spirit that put it's hand down on the fence meant no harm, but only partially possessed me, or something similar, to let me feel his/her emotions toshow me that he/she wasn't afriad of us, was fine with us being there, and wanted to try to communicate. I want to go back really soon to try to talk to this entity. You guys keep rockin'. \m/

-Wil Bane

My most impressive experience came at the Longmont Masonic Lodge in Longmont, CO. My team and I were doing an investigation there and early on in the investigation, I came across the smell of old, musty Chinese food and a threatening feeling in the front foyer. To go along with this a bag on a desk was moved as well, though there was no air moving in the room.
Later on in the investigation, I went to walk through that room, fully aware of the feeling and smell I experienced the last time I went in the foyer alone.
I took two steps into the foyer when all-of-a-sudden I smelled the smell again and got an overwhelming sense that someone or something wanted to hurt me. Right then I saw the walls suddenly collapsing in on me and saw the darkness physically manifesting and growing and attempting to engulf me. I ran through the room and as soon as I exited, I felt fine.
Upon reviewing the video(as I was recording at the time), you suddenly see me take off and hear me breathing heavily but nothing in the room changes.
What is interesting is the fact that I am not claustrophobic in the least, nor am I afraid of the dark or of being by myself in the dark.
This I feel was a psychological attack by a malicious entity now making its presence in the foyer of the Longmont Masonic Lodge.

hmm i would have to say the most impressive I had was when my ma was in the hospital and she couldn't talk no more, it was me and her and something else, all I know is she was looking at it and I couldn't see it, I told it to leave in a demanding voice then all of sudden the curtain flew open and that heavy door that was shut flew open and shut fast never saw what it was to this day I still think about it and it was back in Nov 1995..what could be strong enough to make the curtain and door fly open? I have so many more I can say since the age of 3 but this one really sticks in my head..along with the crashing glass in my cousins old house that was so haunted, I still drive by there and the people only stay about a few months then I see new people, hehe..I wonder if they see and hear what we did when I was a teenager and my cousins lived there back in 1985, when I have a chance I will go back and if it is empty ill take a few snapshots, the house know's me well, my second home but it was a live one with a heart I would say...

Nowra NSw South coast

It was about 3 years ago and me and my family lived in the Santa Cruz mountains. We lived along a one lane mountain road at the time and the neighborhood is pretty old as well. From around the late 1800's to Early 1900's. A big logging area during that time. The big landmark of the area is the Brookdale Lodge (about a 1/4 mile away from where we lived) which was being re-modeled at the time.

I was leaving for work in the early morning and had just gotten into the car. I was facing the passenger seat when it lit up in like a blue ball of light. From the light I could see a cast shadow of a person, from the waist up, on the ceiling over the passenger door. Immediately I turned around expecting someone to be outside my car with a flashlight, but there wasn't anyone around and, with the exception of the light from a street lamp, the road was pitch black.

I got out and checked around the car and then looked around the interior of the car, but there was nothing. When I checked the dash lights none of them were bright enough to create enough light to cast the same shadows, nor could they create the type of shadow I saw. As I started to leave I noticed a blue light following my car for about 100 yards until it disappeared.

During the whole incident I was talking to my wife on the phone, telling her everything I was seeing.

Hello all, new to the site. I have to say, I can't really think of an experience I've had with spirits...but considering the MANY experiences I've had with claircognizence and empathic significance, I think I probably have had communication but dismissed it. How's that for the ultimate contradiction? I feel I am an empath, but I'm also a skeptic.

Some of the empathic experiences I've had are pretty difficult to dismiss as simple coincidence, however. For example, when I was 5 years old, I was camping with my family as well as several families of my dad's coworkers at a lake named Lake Six (clever, no?) and since the lake had a steep drop-off, the adults didn't want the kids swimming there. Instead, they loaded two vehicles with all of us kidlets and ported us off to the public access of another lake, Eagle Lake, which was roughly five miles away from the campground. When it came time to leave, no one did a head count and I was left behind at Eagle Lake. Despite never having been at Eagle Lake prior to this, I managed to walk the 5 miles of gravel roads back - in the dwindling daylight - to our campsite without getting lost...pretty good for a hysterical, lost 5 year old girl. Somehow, I just KNEW where to go.

I've since discovered that I also just somehow know when someone close to me, or someone close to a friend, passes. In each case, I am overcome with intense sadness and longing, and only discover later that someone has died. The first time, it hit me while at work. It was the kind of sadness that makes you want to curl up in a corner and sob. I had no idea why I felt so horrible, but when I got home from work, my sons came running out of the house to tell me about their classmate who had collapsed and died in gym class that morning - approximately the same time the emotions took me over. Two days later, while reading that boy's obituary, I discovered he was my relative. Justin's grandfather is my mother's first cousin. Our families had grown apart due to infighting and I'd never met Justin.

Another time, the emotions again overwhelmed me, and the next day I learned a young man I had been friends with as a young child had committed suicide by shotgun in a local hotel. Another time (and by then I'd learned to pay heed to those emotions), my sons were both out late with friends when again I was overwhelmed with panic and grief. Of course, I began texting and calling my sons, ticking them both off with my pestering, but both were safe - thank God. The next day, I leanred that at approximately the same time those feelings hit me, a friend of my younger son's had died in a motor vehicle accident.

Several times, I have suddenly been taken over by a feeling of panic, essentially a 'panic attack', and later learned it coincided with my mother being taken to the ER or hospitalized. Now, the first thing I do when I feel that way is call my mother.

Halfway through both of my pregnancies, I had dreams of giving birth and that each child was a boy...and they were.

Ever since I was very young, I can sense when the phone is about to ring, and frequently even can "guess" who the caller is. Often, while watching crime documentaries on TV, I can glean info that a later Internet search later verifies. It's even become a game between me and my younger son - he'll ask what I am picking up, then hop online to see if I'm right. Usually, I am. Recently, we were watching Paranormal State and they were featuring a case where a young boy had been killed on Halloween. The whole episode, I could swear I smelled cookies baking. I hadn't heard of the case prior to the episode, and discovered while researching it after the program ended that many news articles about this boy made mention of the boy's "favorite thing to do" - bake cakes with his mother.

Despite all of the above, I am still not quite ready to commit to calling myself psychic or empathic, but I can't ignore these occurances either. Honestly, I don't know what to believe. I would like to believe I have some abilities but some part of me still thinks I'm just being silly. But, if I really DO, I want with every fiber of my being to hone these skills and use them to bring peace and comfort both to the living and to any souls still trapped here. I've prayed on it, and continue to do so daily, asking God to allow me to do this and to help deliver those souls from a trapped existence and into the light that waits for them. If anyone has any wisdom or guidance to offer me in that endeavor, I welcome any and all!

The answer to your questions are that you are what is called a sensative. You can pick up on the emotions of other, living or dead, and that's what you're feeling. It is more common then people think. Not 100% sure on your religious beliefs but from what you wrote it appears Christian. Most Christians don't know how to deal with it so they dismiss it. I am a Christian. I went to collage for ministry and have been a sensative my whole life. I'm currently a Youth Minister. If you have any questions I would be glad to help.

Thank you Russ! Yes, I was raised as a Roman Catholic and while I still follow most of the Church's teachings, I am not a practicing Catholic and haven't been for many years. I guess it would be more accurate now for me to call myself 'spiritual' because I have a strong faith in God, just not such a strong faith in my church.

I've long wanted to call myself a sensitive, but have been hesitant to because I'm one of those personalities that has to be "sure". To make things more difficult for me, I'm a nurse and have spent much of my nursing career working in mental health. It's been drilled into me to think mental illness before psychic ability. I'm so glad to have found this site so I can discuss my confusion and suspicions openly without having to downplay or rationalize things for fear of being called "nutty".

I actually find myself aching to learn how to increase these abilities and how to find a way to put them to use. As I said, I believe my abilities to be a gift from God and I pray daily that I can develop them and use them to help and heal. After feeling so lost and different all my life, I am feeling more and more that this is my calling and I finally have discovered a sense of purpose. But I have no clue as to where to go from here.

After I began to allow myself to believe I might actually be a sensitive and began to pray on it (and I apologize to anyone who feels I am being kind of preachy with the praying and God talk - it's just that God and my faith is the well from which I draw my strength. I don't expect anyone to believe as I do) I had, I guess, what would best be called a "vision" since I was awake. I had just awoken, and suddenly had a brief flash of being inside a fleshy, bright white tube. It was incredibly bright, like being inside a flashlight beam, and I was in the center of this tube, which had three lobes branching off from the center where I was. I was being carried rapidly upward on a river of solid, pearl-like bubbles along a pale blue ribbon-like tendril and moving toward an opening - this opening was also white, but a different white. The white of this tunnel I was in had more of a bluish hue to it, and the white at the opening had more of a warm, amber hue to it. Even in that moment, brief as it was, my initial thought was it was a message that I was headed toward a 'birth' of my abilities, with the blue-white hue symbolizing safety and awakening, the trilobal shape of the tunnel symbolizing my religious faith in the Holy Trinity, and the amber hue of the opening symbolizing a hint of yellow, or danger. I knew then, as I do now, that dealings with the spiritual are not always good and not always safe, and I feel the amber-white of the tunnel's end signified the need to be prepared for that.

Not exactly sure of the meaning of the bubbles or the blue ribbon-like thing.

So, how does a person go about strengthening their abilities? Or about finding a way to put them to use without being dismissed right off the bat as a nutcase?

~Suzy (AKA Karmastrophic)

Do not apologize for sounding preachy. From my personal experience keeping that close relationship to God has helped in my discernment from good and bad spirits. You've already taken the first step in helping you control your abilities by accepting what you can do and who you are. The doubt causes problems with our kind. The next step is slowly working on shutting it off. That may sound mean but it's a necessity. By now you should be able to sense when something is near. Stop what you're doing and focus on shutting it down.

I've already sort of figured out how to recognize the difference between my own emotions and those that aren't from me. And I've realized that all those years of being physically drained without any medical reason for my exhaustion are likely attributable to having my energy drained from me. Now I'm learning to block those drains and am learning to identify physical sensations indicative of something sucking my energy. I'm figuring out how to allow energy release and block it when it's getting to be too much.