My family has had it's share of what you would call "the connection"
to weird things (ie. gifts of healing, mental telepathy and the
like).
None of these things were really every-day-things, but when I came
into
his house for the first time, it felt like there was something
"different"
about the place. The air was heavy. There was a sense of a lot
of emotion.
Homey but eerie at the same time.
My first experience: Sitting at the long dining table that now occupies
my dining area, we were playing cards by ourselves. We
had the radio playing in the background. I noticed the drapery
that hung to cover a former window (now part of wall adjacent to
a room
addition) began to move behind Tim. Not gentle swaying, mind you,
but
jerky back and forth movements. I peeked under the table to see
if the
dog was in the house, messing around, but I knew he was outside.
I had let him out. When I leaned back to an upright position,
Tim
asked me what I was looking for. Before I could answer, I felt
the hard
pressing of a hand on my shoulder and a cool brush of air against
my cheek.
That was it! "I'm outta here!" I advised him as I threw down
my cards.
I was not going to explain why until I was out the door.----Marlene
Stevens