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A couple of years ago, I ran across an article in the May 22, 2014 issue of Fate Magazine titled “Possession  Amnesia: Mysteries in Prophetic Phenomena?” 

What makes that different from what the TV psychics do? Isn’t that the same thing as trance channeling? I still don’t know. But let me tell you what it’s like for me.

I don’t feel any different. Things don’t look any different. I’m not aware that anything is out of the ordinary. That is, unless I’m looking at someone who’s experiencing something totally different from what I am. They get very quiet. They usually look stunned. I know that SOMETHING has happened. I just don’t know what.  

In 2014, I had a short story published in “It Was A Dark and Creepy Night,” an anthology of creepy first-hand encounters that were true. In it, I related a story about calling my best friend and singing “Happy Birthday” to her. I’ve done this for years. But this particular morning, she seemed distracted. We made plans to see each other that night.

Selene and I had dinner, opened presents, paid our bill and had just stood up from the table to leave when she said abruptly, “I have a confession to make. When you sang ‘Happy Birthday’ to me this morning, you sounded just like my mother.” Her mother died a couple years earlier and even though I’d probably already known Selene for a decade, I’d never met her mom.

“I have a confession to make, too. Last night, I asked your mom to do or say something to let you know she was here and that she loved you.” 

Let me just add that Selene is a skeptic. Let me also add that nobody sings “Happy Birthday” like I do! But, according to my friend, my voice was different and I sung it exactly as her mother had.

That was the second time Selene’s mom came through. The first time, we’d been talking on the phone for almost an hour, giggling and laughing and I think I was even hanging upside down on the couch. We were winding down our call when all of a sudden she asked incredulously, “What did you just say?” I had no idea what she was talking about. “You said, ‘Heavens to Mergatroy’! My mother used to always say that when I was little.” And she went on to tell me about their ritual of locking up at night and how her mom always said those words.

That was the really the first time Selene’s skepticism was shaken because she had never heard me utter those words in all the years we’d known each other.

OK. Big deal, right? It only happened twice. Or so I thought.... 

A few years later, I was throwing Selene’s bachelorette party and driving us to our second location. Somehow, the subject of her mom came up and the two previous incidents and then she dropped a bombshell on me. “For months after Mom died, you kept SAYING things!”

She never would elaborate. I have no idea what was said, where we were... And I gotta say, I was pretty angry for a long time. I felt hurt and deceived and taken advantage of. Her mother used my body to deliver messages to her daughter and I had no idea it even happened.

So, obviously, the day of Selene’s wedding, I stood in my shower and sternly told her mother under no circumstances would I deliver a message for her. “Find someone else! I’m sure I won’t be the only medium there!”

And, oh, was there retribution! Her mother obscured the road sign leading directly to the venue just long enough to make me miss the vows. Harsh! It was still daylight when I left and as I pulled onto the road, I glanced back in my rear view mirror.  That road sign was plain as day.

Whereas the mediums you see on TV know exactly what’s going on and you see their pain as a spirit settles into them to speak through them, they are totally aware of what’s happening and remember the experience and details about the person who took over. 

None of this happens to me. In the Fate article, they called it “Possession Amnesia.” I’d never heard of this before, but the more I read, the more familiar it sounded. What a frightening concept! What have I been unconsciously opening myself up to?

Last summer a Greek Orthodox priest exorcist I know, stopped by the coin shop for a visit. He came bearing gifts of holy oil and the incense that he uses in exorcisms. At some point, I couldn’t help but wonder if he was prolonging his visit. Oh, my gosh! I thought he’s checking me out to see if I’m possessed by demons! Even I knew he wasn’t there for my sparkling wit! 

I must’ve passed the test or he would’ve exorcised me on the spot!

Shelley Wright, an Asheville native, is a paranormal investigator. She works at Wright’s Coin Shop in Asheville and is a weekly participant in the “Speaking of Strange” radio show from 9 p.m. to midnight on most Saturdays on Asheville’s WWNC-AM (570).



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