Supernatural Stuff

I am sure many people have experienced paranormal activity, something like déjà vu or knowing something before it happens and things of the sort; weird things that cannot be explained by science or religion. I have had my share of odd experiences, nothing too frightening like running into the Devil or evil spirits, but definitely things worthy of note. Frankly speaking, I am very strong minded and my nerves hardly ever fail me. I am not the type who is afraid of the dark, but I also do not play Ouija Board. I live my life as it comes to me, with few plans. I have come to realize that making too many plans is asking for disaster, so I just stick to a few. Like becoming a doctor, as you well know. I do not scare easy, is all I am trying to say. You know, in my teens, I used to have out of body experiences. You might giggle at this sort of thing, but I am telling you the truth. The first time it happened, I was terrified. I was in bed and before I knew it, physically, I couldn’t move, I couldn’t blink, I couldn’t yell, I was frozen. All I felt was a tremendous acceleration and the sound of “speeding up”, and before I knew it, my soul was outside my body. I could tell I was outside my body because I was looking at myself, still spread across in bed. I was around 17, and I did know the difference between dreams, nightmares, and this totally different experience. Being out of body, I did not even know what to do. The first couple of times, I fought hard so that my spirit wouldn’t “leave me”. After some time, I decided to just go with it and I found I could do anything: fly, go through walls, ceilings, and visit anyplace. I remember it used to always be kind of foggy and grayish, but make no mistake, it was the same world. I started visiting the houses of friends and even girls I liked. I am no peeping Tom, but naturally, I was curious. To my dismay, they usually weren’t home, or if they were they would be asleep. I started telling people about what was going on, and nobody believed me. My friends said I was smoking crack. I have never done any drug, but I would like to try LSD or marijuana at least once someday, to see why everyone is so crazy about them. I am also not mentally ill. So, basically, my out of body experiences were great adventures, I had the world all to myself until the day I had trouble with someone or something on my return to my body. You see, as crazy as it sounds, some other “spirit” tried to take over my body and started beating on me, not letting me return. Eventually, I did return to my body, but the scary thing is that I do not know for certain if it was the real me who returned or the other spirit. I believe it’s the real me. From that day forward I was terrified once again about leaving my body. It used to always peak around 6 am. I was afraid that some evil spirit might possess my body and do horrible things in my home, so I fought so that my spirit wouldn’t leave me. I have not had another out of body experience ever since. I am ok with it. Nowadays, the only paranormal effect I possess is that sometimes I know things before I know them. For example, at the Menil Collection, there are some red plastic strings hanging from the ceiling, displayed as a work of art. I was with my friend Nancy (who maybe I should call right now and ask her out, she has always liked me and I have always brushed her off, gosh, I’m such a dick at times…maybe that is why girls are mean with me, too…karma…err…nvm…continuing) and before I got closed to it, I said “Red Rain”. Guess what? That was the name of the work of art, and it doesn’t even look like rain. Other times, I go to places for the first time, and I know exactly where everything is. Also, Half the time, I think of someone, and I get a text message from that person within seconds. (No, I can’t call Nancy, I haven’t talked to her in 2 years…besides I still like this girl…even though it shall never be between us…)I don’t mean for you to think that I am special or psychic; I am just telling you the truth. I always tell the truth; that is why I have brief relationships, girls love being lied to… there are even songs about it. <Tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies…>