I do no play a Medium on TV

I have some sensitivity, not a lot, but some. Mostly strong intuition, and have taken some seminars and classes to expand on it but haven't done the exercises to continue to strengthen it.  But every once in a while weird things will pop up.
 Took a trip to Phoenix once, non- paranormal, just a weekend jaunt and took a drive down to Tucson to see some sites.  The desert is all encompassing down there, beautiful and boring, would have liked to have wandered and taken pictures down there more than I did but was not prepped for it.  (The company I was with, was not into such a thing) Anyways there was a spot, just NW of Tucson by about 10 miles well past the Ostrich Farm, where there was a subdivision not to far from the highway there. Prior to the subdivision was a spot of desert, undeveloped and open. Though I could not see with my eyes, in my minds eye there was a visual of a tribe of ghosts on horseback. About 20-25 of them, just pale shadows shimmering in the heat like a mirage.  There was a feeling of pride, power and peace radiating from them.  Don't know if they were active or residual haunting but that is the only place is got that sense of them.

The desert is very spiritual, I can see why so many New Agers travel there. But it is not for me, would enjoy visiting again but no desire to live there. I enjoy my seasons for good or bad.

Cemeteries

I spend time in cemeteries taking pictures.  I enjoying the feeling of connecting with the past as I wander among the stones.  I appreciate work on the headstones and memorials and greatly enjoy taking shots from odd angles to get a different look at them.  I don't really expect to have any ghostly experiences there but maybe "visits".  I have had some odd experiences in some, both in day and night time.

The older the headstone the more interested I am,  I gravitate towards the older part of the cemetery, run my hands gently on the stones. Paying my respects as I ponder potential pictures. It is a very relaxing way to spend some time.  For some may be odd or creepy but alot of the cemeteries are set up like parks.

Once by myself wandering a local cemetery, I was walking along the path when I felt a pinch, like something reached up and got me. Was a very odd sensation and when i looked at the headstone I just passed I had to laugh, was a young soldier who died at the age 19... I guess young men were the same through all the years.

The irony of a lot of this is that my parents are not buried but scattered. Both by their request. Their hearts remained in the state they grew up but was the the same that I did and currently reside in.  As I go thru the old family pictures left behind I often come across pictures taken over the generations of headstones of ancestors who have passed.  I come by this naturally I guess

I was a virgin before this event

In my twenties I did some of the usual things, go dancing at clubs and hanging with friends. One friend in particular lived in Chicago. I would often visit him during the week on my day off. He worked early hours like 6-2:30 so I could do my regular day off chores and then away to the city I would go for an evening of fun with Alex.  Alex and I were pals and enjoyed each others company and senses of humor. We shared the same twisted view of the world. We did a variety of things together, usually chatting with all sort of locals in the neighborhood at the local pub. We did this over the course of a few years and a few apartments for Alex.  This "event" happened at his place on Magnolia.  Was a three flat and he lived on the first floor. He had a roommate whom I met for the first time that visit, nice guy but overall unmemorable. We had an enjoyable evening and ended late so I slept on the couch instead of driving home. And the "event" happened early the next morning.

I heard first one, then the other of the guys leave for work. The dawn just peeking through the windows. I was in the dozing, totally relaxed state, you know the one, where you are aware of what is going on and you are thinking clearly but your body is so relaxed you can't even open your eyes.  That was when I felt someone sit on the couch next to me. I could feel the weight of a body pushing down the cushion, press against my arm and my mind raced with possibilities. I hadn't heard the door open back up but I must have missed it. There was no third roommate and no one else came back with us. My mind was screaming but my eyes would not open. Then I felt the presence lean against me kiss my cheek.  WHAT! Who came back!! I managed to get my eyes open and there was no one there. And after a few seconds the phantom weight was gone from the couch.  I was shaken and then curious I spoke out loud but got no response. Well, I was done sleeping so i got dressed and headed out the door for home. I did leave Alex a note asking him to call me that I had an experience that I needed to share with him.

Alex called me later that day in the late afternoon, I asked him straight out why he did not tell me that his apartment had a ghost. He was floored. He stated that he had suspected but was afraid to say anything to anyone about it. Said that occasionally he would come home after work and things would be changed...asked him how? Said he knew left wet towels on the floor of the bathroom and come home to find them hanging up and know that he was last to leave and first to return. I laughed. Having had time on the hour drive home to replay what happened in my mind I realized that the presence was more "motherly" and with what Alex had stated confirmed it.  How lucky for a couple of bachelors to have a "motherly" ghost to clean up after them.  Alex ended up moving out of that flat not too long after so I never had any experiences there again, but I will never forget my first time..

Jumping off point

Halloween seems to be the time to start this, a place to share the misadventures of ghost hunting and other paranormal ventures. Hopefully you will find the fun in what is written here.