Part 1 of a 2-part series
by Norman W Wilson, PhD
Jennifer lives on Camano and is an intuitive, and paranormal researcher. She was gracious enough to answer my questions.
NWW: When did you first get involved with the paranormal?
Jennifer: I grew up in a family where ‘paranormal’ was a topic openly talked about. I remember, as a child, hearing stories from family members about paranormal things happening in their houses or a friend who experienced some kind of paranormal activity. Psychic abilities run in my family. For example: I have an aunt and a cousin who are able to see spirits.
NWW: Have you experienced the paranormal? If so, what? What was your reaction?
Jennifer: When I was around 5 years old I would tell my parents stories of my past lives. Stories containing details that my mother would then research and find what I had said was true. One such story comes to mind and it is about the Ginkgo trees along the road in Philadelphia. These trees were imported from China. When my mother asked how I knew that, I said, “I was on the boat that brought them here, but it was a very, very, very long time ago.” I would have a recurring dream of being operated on by Egyptians with special tools. My parents asked me to draw pictures of the dream and the tools. They were both surprised how accurate the tools were to those in the museums. Probably one of the most surprising things was my ability to manifest items I wanted. Such things as a new fishing pole or a bicycle and they would show up within days. To this day, my mother jokes about how it was a good thing we lived in the city, otherwise we’d be in big trouble if a pony showed up after she had said, “No way.”
NWW: Have you had any recent paranormal experiences you are willing to share?
Jennifer: Yes. Recently while attending a Ghost Conference, I was sitting in on one of the guest speaker’s talk about his new book when I realized one of the women in his book was standing behind him. She was dressed in period dress and hair style. She appeared angry. As the speaker continued his talk, the woman’s expressions changed as he told her story. They changed to sad and then to being pleased that this story was being told. When the author had finished speaking, the woman standing behind him disappeared. Later, I asked the author if he had ever been told there is a woman who watches over him when he talks about his book. He replied, “You see her, too?” I then told it it was the sister of the character in his book, that she had survived the horrible torture and she wanted him to know she was pleased with the way he told the story, thankful that it was finally being told. The title of the book: Starvation Heights by Gregg Olsen.