I began seeing orbs of energy when I was four years old, in our old heritage home in Elkhart, Indiana. My father was attending seminary there, and we lived communally with another family in this huge drafty place. The house was crazy old school, with a laundry chute and hidden doorways to strange storage rooms. The first time I recall seeing one was in the kitchen. I saw it float by as I stood at an open cupboard, arranging pots while my mother made a giant batch of split pea soup. I remember smelling the soup first, and then smelling something else, like rotten eggs. I tried to tell my mother that I saw something, but she kept asking me to explain who it was and I said, "Mr. Nobody".
The other thing I remember is being alone with my mother, in the kitchen again. I heard the toilet flush in the bathroom, and went in and there was no one there. I went to tell my mom and she asked me who flushed it. I said "Mr. Nobody." I wasn't scared at all, but she sure was.
When we moved to Canada to plant our first church, a Mennonite congregation in Langley, B.C., I went a long time without seeing anything. I remember telling myself that the balls of smoky light hadn't been able to follow me, and wondering if I felt relieved at that or not.
I soon began to hear strange things in the walls. I was always having to move rooms, or would sneak into the basement to sleep because the strange tappings and chatterings would keep me up all night. I recall waking my parents numerous times, trying to explain I'd just seen an orb. By this time, I'd learnt the word "ghost" from my friends at school, but my parents would freak if I said it. They'd be like, "WE don't believe in those things." And I'd be thinking, "That's great! But I sure as F$@# do when there's a huge pulsing orb of energy hanging out next to my bed!"
These days, energies still abound. I see them even in the middle of the day. I think it's because I'm so open to them now, and so honest in my interactions. No longer having to keep my mouth shut about otherworldly occurences for fear of what my family might say is a true blessing, and I thank this wicked online community for reading.
There is a reason for beings like us on this planet. We're not the mutants. We're the world bridgers. I know that if I ever have kids I'm going to be pretty stoked if they wake me up in the middle of the night, excited about an experience with the other side. What a cool moment!