Hi, This is just by chance, perhaps, after I googled, that I found this site. I have to share my experience. I was 13 in 1978 and living in Winnipeg, Manitoba. My mother and I went to the airport to pick up an elderly woman from Indonesia. The woman's son is a family friend. I will never forget noticing from then-young innocent eyes how mysterious she was. Her name is Farida and she wore a purple blanketing wrap and had journeyed a long way to see her son before she died.
She was a psychic and also a friend of Dr. Allen J. Hynek, the famous "project bluebook" paranormal investigator. Apparently having had experienced alien visitation herself, she had strange round scars on her feet where an alien touched her with his hands, burning the impressions permanently.
She was over for dinner a few days later, where she amazed my entire family with predictions like, for instance, we would be moving to the west coast. (We did a few years later! To Vancouver!)
It was a cold winter night, I remember, and she wasn't feeling well. My parents had her lay on our couch. This is when things started getting weird and the next events had my rapt wide-open-eyes attention, which for a usually rambunctious boy-and-his-dog 13 year old, was a significant accomplishment.
Farida went into the bathroom and shrieked. She saw something in the mirror, apparently. She came back into the living room and laid down again on the couch. She died, then. The picture in my mind is still so clear seeing, for the first time in my life, discarded wrappings and waste left behind by the hustling paramedics who tried to revive her. My father called Dr. Hynek to break the news.
They buried her in the blowing snow in a cemetery west of the perimeter of the city. This is significant, because four years later, I came back from Vancouver to stay with my sister for a while, a short distance away.
It was during that time, at 17 years of age. I was asleep in a room with my young nephew when one of the first major events happened that began to naturally open my mind to the supernatural nature of our existence. I awoke and there was already daylight. Pretty normal, right, except one thing: I was looking DOWN at myself lying in bed! WTF! I could see my nephew, asleep, on his air mattress! I tried to shout out. I couldn't move my sleeping body below or feel anything and this went on for some time until suddenly, with me was someone I hadn't thought of in years! Farida! I came to with a strong electric jolt back down in my body and I was dumbstruck with having just encountered a woman who had died years earlier.
Oh yeah, right, you must be thinking, but honestly, I still don't understand how she was there, before me in my doppelbanger-etheric double-self up by the ceiling absolutely out-of-body. My skin just crawled again writing this.
Things didn't stop there. When I was in my mid 20's, my best friend Michael Gulka, a guitarist, was living with me in a house near the Fraser river in Surrey, B.C.
One beautiful afternoon, I was with his girlfriend Cathy in the kitchen helping her do dishes in our kitchen after a picnic. That was when I saw the biggest, whitest, moth I had ever seen, sitting on her back just below her left shoulder. That creeped me out because I am half Indonesian, like Farida, and in Indonesia, where people generally believe in ghosts and spirits, white spirit moths symbolize death. Cathy was into wicca so I kept it to myself partially to deny it, and in order not to freak her out.
The next day, Michael was with some people I didn't trust and I gave him a look and asked him to be careful in our driveway. The next night I got a call at my sister's place from Cathy and she was crying. They found Michael dead at the Flamingo hotel in Surrey. My girlfriend and I spent that night with Cathy drinking wine, and the both of us holding her listening to One by U.2. While she cried. It was Michael's favorite song. I couldn't tell her about the white moth.
The years since have been like being caught in an existential whirlwind where I actually saw smoke form into a being in a room once and seeing an incredible U.F.O. fly over me and then over the North Shore Mountains fast and quiet. Whenever I am at the ocean's edge and the moon is out and I sense the tidal force, I get a strong feeling of many other spirits calling from far away but I know that they are also very close by as well.