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types of spiritual experiences, so he ignored my grandfather's visits to him. However, by this time, my sister & I were becoming more aware of the spiritual realm. Therefore, my grandfather came and visited us instead of my dad. My grandfather had lived and died in Indiana, but we were living in Imperial Beach, California at the time of his death. We had not been told of my grandfather's death, until after my sister kept seeing him in our room. Although I could not see him, I could tell when he was in the room. It would grow icy cold in there, and my neck would get a prickling sensation. I would feel his energy in the room too; standing next to my bed, (my sister & I shared a room, with bunk beds). My sister could actually see him, and could describe the clothes he was wearing. Later, my uncle told us they were the clothes he had been buried in. There was no way for my sister to know this, as we had not attended the funeral.

On occasions, my grandmother (who died a few years after my grandfather) would be with my grandfather. My family once held a seance to find out what my grandfather wanted, but we became extremely terrified during the session, when my youngest brother started having convulsions and seemed to be going into a trance. We decided we would go to my oldest brother's home, on Coronado Island, to get help and comfort. While we were driving there, we had to drive over a flat road, with sandy state beaches on either side of the road. There were no other cars on the road, as it was late at night. There were no helicopters or planes going overhead. There were no rocks in sight. Yet, as we watched, a rock about the size of my head flew towards the windshield at eye level, for over 150 feet. It dropped out of sight just before it would have hit the windshield.

My parents eventually sold this mobile home to a Navy guy from New York, who had been renting another trailer we owned. He was getting out of the Navy and wanted to move the trailer to New York. After he bought the trailer, he came over on a few occasions, white as could be, shaking. We would ask him what was wrong, but he wouldn't tell us anything. Finally, just before he left, he told us about waking up to find a knife being held to his throat, only there wasn't anyone there to hold the knife. He didn't want to tell anyone about it, afraid everyone would think he was going crazy. We think my grandfather might have been involved, trying to protect what he considered our property. A few

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