I don’t believe in zombies.

Sparkly vampires.

The Loch Ness Monster.

Big Foot.

I do believe in something though.  I know there’s more out there than my eyes can see or my outer ear can hear.  I feel it sometimes.  I sense it.  Do you?

It.

That which inhabits an invisible dimension.

The unknown.

The unseen.

Some people never sense it.  Others of us have what I think of as an extrareceptive ear.  A greater capacity to relate to the energy around us.  The energies from living people, from formerly living people.  From a million unseen sources that we can’t name but know exist.

Culture plays a role.  In some parts of the world, kids are raised believing, and so they listen more openly.   My husband Eric grew up in the Caribbean.  Jumbies — ghosts, spirits — were an accepted and expected part of life.  Santeria, voodoo, and other tropical practices exist for a reason.   People in the islands believe and are looking for a way to better communicate with and harness the power of the unseen.  One of his three kids has “it,” and his visits from what he believes are ghosts knock him sideways occasionally.

I’ve got some sort of “it.”  I could feel what my husband called jumbies at our rainforest house on St. Croix.  But the more common manifestation for me, is through being a bit of an empath.  You know, like Deanna Troi in the purple jumpsuit on Star Trek: Next Generation.  That kind of empath.  🙂 I’ve always known I could change the air around me, for instance, with what I project.  Whether chemically or by my thoughts, when in person, I can get all the way through to people if I try hard enough to project my energy outward, without saying a word.

Yeah, yeah, I know.  You think this is crap.  But ask people that know me.  This little skill makes me quite effective in interpersonal situations, when I am focused.  People understand me, latch onto me, grab hold of the energy I put toward them.  It makes me a heck of an investigator and executive coach, two of the things I do professionally.  I am a rather good public speaker — large groups, yes, I can handle them, but in small groups I’m dynamite.  Get me close enough to establish multiple one -on-one “connections,” and I can make something happen, when I want to, when I put myself into it.  I don’t always want to, though.  It takes a lot out of me.  And when I knowingly open my channel, the drain on my resources from needy folks can almost incapacitate me.  I’ve learned to protect myself and only make it available when I choose to do so.

The closer I am, emotionally, to a person, the more powerful this force can be.  I can even “connect” from longer distances with those to whom I am closest.  And of course the more the other person is in touch with the unseen, the greater the energy we can pass between us.

My empathic, Caribbean-bred husband thus can suck me into a black hole by consuming my energy through this channel/connection.   I think my husband’s similarity to me in this regard was one of the things that drew us together.  But there have been tough times when he needed me that I let him take “it,” and I felt like a cosmic vacuum cleaner sucked all the light out of me.  He can leave me physically ill.

Other times, the channel between us receives information.  Once, he was in a horrific bike wreck.  I was 10 miles away, cooking dinner up at Estate Annaly on St. Croix.  Suddenly, I cried out from the blunt force of a traumatic energy that overcame me.  It literally sent me down on my knees with my hand around my throat.  I grabbed my car keys off the counter, and without even getting my purse, I sprinted to my truck, and drove at breakneck speed toward “Town.”  I had no idea where he was.  Fifteen minutes later, when I was out of the rain forest and back into cell reception, my phone rang.  I couldn’t understand him, but it was Eric.  Finally he was able to speak clearly enough for me to realize he had a head-on collision with a car and was refusing medical treatment.  It turned out that he had woken with no memory of who he was, but kept saying he needed Pamela.  I wondered if the jumbie house — Annaly — had anything to do with my stunning receptivity that night.

Another time, after we moved to Houston, we were in a disagreement while I was traveling.  I decided to a) cut my energy off from him and b) come back to Houston one day early.  As soon as I decided, from 150 miles away, that I was done letting him “feel” me, he called, scared and angry, asking why I had done it.  When I reached the outskirts of Baytown thirty minutes from home, I relented.  I mustered my energy and sent it out to him.  “I’m here, I love you.”  Ten minutes later the phone rang.  It was my husband asking if I was home, because he “felt me.”

If humans have this much energy to tap into the unseen with each other, doesn’t it stand to reason that we can feel/hear/sense the other unseen energies around us?  And that all of this force is interconnected and constant?  Aren’t some auras just so powerful that through their force and circumstances, they can’t be easily erased?  I don’t think there are bajillions of undead spirits clamoring for me to hear them, but I know some spirits outlast their physical bodies.  What about animals?  Other life forces?  They’re out there.  I know they are.  Just because I can’t see them to name them, doesn’t make their presence less tangible.

And how do you explain some people’s greater intuition about things — spacial relations and connections to the energy emanating from objects?  I’ve already told you I think that I am attuned, but my inner ear works best on living (and maybe formerly living) things.  My daughter Suz has an inner ear too, but it functions differently than mine (and neither her father nor my son have an inner ear at all, by the way, nor, to our knowledge, do my husband’s two other offspring).  Suz has a tremendous relationship to animals and objects.  We jokingly call her the Dog Whisperer, but it is true.  I think many of us can accept that some people have a different way of hearing and relating to animals.

Her other skill is stranger, though.  Suz just knows where things are.  Now, the first few times she knew without looking where I had left, for instance, the camera (“In the upstairs closet on the top right shelf, Mom” — DUH!) I attributed it to nosiness.  Surely she had just pawed through the closet and run across it?  But as she got older and could talk about it, we noticed she knew where things were immediately when we asked, and her only explanation was “I just know.”  She can’t explain it.  We can’t explain it.  We know she keeps a good visual inventory of her surroundings.  She’d make an excellent veterinarian or detective.  But it transcends observation into the realm of the relational energy stored in objects, I believe, and Eric believes, too.  If we lose something, we ask her.  If it’s findable, she knows where it is.  If she says it’s gone, she’s right.

I wish I had some good ghost stories for you.  Well, I do — I have all the Annaly jumbie stories, but I’m saving them for my books.  If you want a peek, check out the excerpt of Conceding Grace.

What about you?  Any good ghost stories or extra-verbal communications?

Pamelot

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17 Responses to Ghoulies, ghosties, and long-leggedy beasties.

  1. JennyBean says:

    We have Emma Louise!

    Love this, Pamela. We can’t always explain our intuition but it’s a strong force.

  2. I love how you explained this. “It” is something I believe in, as well. Some people just have “It”. I’m studying culture in other parts of the world in my Masters studies, as they relate to doing business as well as the social context. The coolest thing about it is learning how people are just plain different than us Westerners, even to their core. What we externalize, they may internalize, and vice versa. Very interesting subject. Thanks for posting this, “It” girl. Loved it.

  3. Irene says:

    I believe there are “spirits” among us and that only certain people have the intuition to “feel” them. They have that ability to channel their energy and receive it. There’s a difference between intuition and to be empathic. Supposedly, if you meet your soul mate, you “feel” that energy between you immediately. You just know this is the one.

    I don’t have this talent. So when I die Pam, I’ll come haunt you. In a good way.

  4. Eric Hutchins says:

    The engineering side of my brain wants to be able to solve every problem, understand how things work, “see” things in Black and White. But the West Indian side knows with a certainty like I know the sun will come up tomorrow that there is more out there than what we can see.
    There is no doubt in my mind that there was something special about Pamela’s house, while its something we cant really relate to, the presence was there. And it was not bad.
    There are other places I know whose “occupants” I believe are truly evil. Cannot explain the difference do not know why it is like it is but am certain that it exists.

    • Pamela says:

      This is one of the things I love about you — how two opposites exist side by side without causing multiple personality disorder (yet).
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    • Irene says:

      I wish my husband had some “West Indian” in him. He’s such a pessimist! He’s got the engineering brain though, to a fault which can be a real PITA sometimes. But to believe that the sun will come up the next day and there’s more than just living and breathing is hard for him to grasp.

      • Pamela says:

        I am convinced that most overly (to me) analytical people are prone to depression and pessimism. If you think about it too much, there’s a world of negatives possible. But the sun SHINES and the birds SING, and we BREATHE 😉
        So quit thinking about it already, right???
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  5. Sandy says:

    I believe everyone has some degree of “insight”. Those that think they don’t just have not learned how to tap into it or maybe have no desire to tap into it. Those who use their “insight” more frequently will learn to cultivate it and it becomes stronger the more it is used.
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  6. Ally says:

    Oh I believe in It. I just think that our society lives on the surface, and few of us are tuned into our inner selves and our inner ear. I think in some cultures, like you said, it is just not questioned. Energy, spirits, another dimension – call it what you want, and maybe it’s a combination of all.
    As a side note, when you say “the drain on my resources from needy folks can almost incapacitate me” – we call those people “vampires”, because they suck your energy instead of your blood…
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  7. Lizze says:

    I think it’s absolutely wonderful that you have that kind of connection with Eric. Lord knows I wish I had it with my hubby. (I’ve got “it” but he doesn’t.) Of course is like you said, it depends on whether you were raised to believe in such things. I was, from a very young age. He wasn’t, in fact he was raised in a pretty strict religious background so while he “believes”, he doesn’t, ya know? Very cool post! 🙂

    • Pamela says:

      Thanks, Lizze! It is interesting to me how one can believe in a Holy Spirit and Angels and not make the leap that there is more out there than just us — isn’t that ipso facto what believining in the former is? But, that’s just me 🙂

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