An unexpected visit


Let me tell you a little bit about an experience I had many years ago. Granted, I was only a child. But this was something that will stay with me until the day I die.

I was 10 years old at the time. It was the 4th of July and I was visiting my father in his apartment in Queens, New York (my parents divorced when I was four years old and my mother took custody of me). My father had consumed an excessive amount of alcohol and became very violent. He later passed out and was taken into his room by his wife.

That night I tried to sleep in my bed with my stepsister, who was only five years old at the time, but I couldn’t. I remained wide awake with the light on in my room, the door completely open. There wasn’t a sound except for the occasional car passing by far below us, the monotonous tick tock of the clock on the wall.

At around two in the morning, after everybody was fast asleep, including my father, I heard footsteps just outside of the doorway. We were on highest floor of the apartment building, and I knew someone was on their way to visit us. But who would be making their way up the stairs at this time of night?

Suddenly I heard the front door knob being tampered with. Even though the sound was out in the living room, which was pitch dark at the moment, I knew somebody was trying to get inside. I was terrified.

The door popped open.

My father lived in an old apartment building. I heard the long squeak of the front door as it opened, slowly. Small, subtle footsteps became noticeable in the living room. Whoever had been fiddling with the doorknob was now inside. I then heard a voice that I will never forget, a voice that belonged to a baby girl that must have been around three or four years old.

“Daddy, daddy,” she called, sounding like a desperate child in need of her father.

I heard her perfectly.

I clearly remember trying to wake Alison, my stepsister, who slept beside me. “Alison, wake up. There’s somebody in here. Please wake up!” But I was too afraid to speak above a whisper. Maybe whoever was in the living room would hear me and make their way into my room. Alison didn’t wake up.

I cried as silently as possible. I then hid underneath the covers, closed my eyes, and continued crying with my eyes closed as tight as possible.

“Daddy..daddy..daddy…” the little girl in the living room continued, louder each time.

I cried myself to sleep.

The next morning, still traumatized, I told my father about the incident. He was extremely hung over, of course, and didn’t want to speak about anything. What I told him woke him out of his early morning daze. Startled him. It was almost as if my words had struck a chord. He became angry.  He told me that I had only had a nightmare. But I knew that wasn’t true. Even though I was only a child, I knew the difference between dreams and reality.

Later that day I called my father’s younger sister, my aunt Vero, who was living in Florida at the time. I told her exactly what had happened to me that night. She couldn’t believe what I was telling her. She almost cried. She then told me a story I will never forget.

Before marrying my mother, my father was married to another woman. He had a daughter who they named Mary. Mary was my father’s pride and joy. His favorite little girl in the entire world.

Towards the end of June, in the summer of 1979, Mary, at the age of three, had been playing in a pool. Her mother thought it would be safe to leave her with another girl, who was a few years older than her, while she went inside for a moment.

Mary drowned. She was in a coma for about a week. She died in the hospital on July 4th 1979.

Since that day my father became another person. Alcohol ruled his life for the years to come, even after having met my mother who later gave birth to me.

The sound of fireworks every July 4th would turn him into another human being. On this date, every summer, he would drink himself silly, just as he had done on that night when I was only ten years old.

There is no doubt in my mind that I was visited by my deceased sister whom I have never met.

I consider myself an extremely rational human being. I often try to debunk any possible occurrence which may be misinterpreted as being “paranormal”. But what happened to me on that terrifying July 4th was no dream, hallucination or misinterpretation of any kind. At the time of the occurrence, I had no idea about my father’s tragic history. I had no idea that there had ever been a little girl named Mary in my father’s turbulent life. Who would want to explain that to a ten year old in the first place?

Since then I have tried to come up with a “reasonable” explanation to the voice I heard on that night, over twenty years ago. After so many years of deep thought, I have come to the same exact conclusion.

My deceased sister visited me that night.

Which brings me back to the same question that’s been ricocheting in my head for a very long time. Is there any way to scientifically explain what took place in that apartment on the night of July 4th 1990?

Can any religion explain the events that took place that night?

After being dead for so long, where did Mary come from? Is she in heaven? Has she been living in a dimension that is unknown and therefore unperceivable by man?

Is she here with me right now or has she been reborn as another human being on this very planet, or in another world quite different from our own?

What did she want on July 4th 1990?



Opening our minds in a mystic world

We were told that we are the creation of God, a sentient, superior being who initially left a man and a woman who went by the names of Adam and Eve. Later we were told that we are the product of evolving apes. We were told that after we die our souls either go to heaven or to hell, depending on our lifetime behavior. Later we were told that there is no scientific explanation for a soul, that we are the mere product of organic material that ceases to exist once our hearts have stopped beating.

With globalization, we have learned about the existence of other cultures and beliefs along with completely contrasting ways of interpreting the world around us.

But which one harbors the absolute truth? Where do we come from and what is the meaning of life? Is all existence a mere coincidence or a creation from a conscious entity? This is something both religion and science have been attempting to explain for the longest time, an incendiary topic which has sparked controversy, even extreme forms of violence towards those with opposing views.

As odd as this may sound, I’ve been trying to decipher the meaning of life since I was an early adolescent and consider myself fortunate to not have been brought up with any strict dogmas which often hinder our ability to interpret things in a nonbiased manner. I am neither a creationist nor an atheist, nor Catholic nor Jewish.

However, after many years of deep reflection on the topic at hand, I have come to a basic conclusion which can be interpreted in many different ways. My beliefs with respect to what we consider reality can be summed up with a quote by the famous philosopher of ancient Greece, Plato, on his account of the fellow Greek Philosopher Socrates.

“I only know one thing, that I know nothing.”

Those who solely take into account hard, scientific evidence to interpret the world around us only believe what can be proven. We now know of the existence of atoms, the smallest elements of matter, and numerous scientific discoveries which have led to countless inventions such as the modern day automobile, and of course, today’s most remarkable and world changing creation: the internet.

So how could anybody discredit science? We’ve learned so much about the world around us, about the universe in which we live, and most recently, about planets in other solar systems with extremely high probabilities of harboring life.

But what about the things that have yet to be explained? What about the countless UFO sightings around the world that have yet to be debunked no matter how much effort is put forth by national governments? How could other life forms make it here from so far away? Isn’t that impossible? What about the evidence brought forth by paranormal investigators who have managed to show the world Electric Voice Phenomena (EVP), recorded voices in places believed to be filled with energies from individuals who have already perished?

Surely both loyal supporters of science as well as religious enthusiasts (so not to use the word “fanatics”) wouldn’t hesitate for a moment before coming up with a simple “answer” to these ambiguous occurrences. But do we really know and understand what’s out there? Or would a higher being with a superior level of intelligence regard us as being just as aware of our true surroundings the way the roaches in the pantry are aware of theirs?

Regardless of your credence, are you willing to open your mind to other possibilities? Have you had any strange experiences in life with the potential of contradicting what you might have been brought up to believe? A dream that turned out to be a premonition? A recurring déjàvu feeling?  Maybe even the possibility that a deceased family member or friend has been trying to deliver a message to you from beyond?