Heebie Jeebies - Paresa Bighash

Coming from a large family, heredity plays a big role in the person I am today. I have singular genes in my being that I have derived from distant family members that reside all the way overseas. Out of all these characteristics, one stands out the most: psychical ability.



It is strongest in the females from my mother’s side. My grandmother, my aunt, my mom, my sister, and myself all have had experiences relative to ‘spirits’.  To start from the origin, my grandmother and mother were sitting in the yard one night nearly a month after my grandfather had passed away. My grandfather always kept his car on the driveway, and it had not been touched since the day before he parted. As they spoke of him, suddenly the car alarm began to sound. Head lights flashing, doors locking and unlocking, and a repetitive honk that filled the entire yard with awe. The two were shaken, but rejuvenated because they “knew it was him” my mother claims. 
           


As a previous competitive volleyball player, I keep a volleyball in my backyard at all times for recreational use. One day,  the volleyball was sitting on the bench next to my sister and I. We began speaking of my friend that recently passed away when suddenly the ball flew off the bench and ten feet across the yard. We attempted to aloe our heebie jeebies by blaming the wind, but it was a calm summer day with a breeze not nearly powerful enough to keep the ball airborne for as long as it was. 
When I was six years old, I had a remote control car that I was nearly obsessed with. As the car sat on the living room floor next to my mother, my sister, and myself, the remote control rested on the couch. They started talking about spirits, in general, a conversation of which I was trying not to listen to simply because I knew I would be scared. As my mother spoke, the car interrupted her as it began driving across the room. I remember looking over at the remote control sitting on the couch, motionless, as the car hit the wall and came to a halt. Frightened as could be, I burst into tears. My mother hugged me as she convinced me it was her who did it, which I believed then. Now that I am older, I know better.


Another time when I was younger something similar happened. This time, however, the subject of spirits was not even on our minds. As my family and I sat in the living room, the radio system in the dining room blared on and off nearly three times. This system was huge, taking up the entire back wall of the room with hundred of buttons that turn red when active. Like a wave, all the lights would turn on giving out loud glitches of music from the speakers.


According to GuideTo.com, it has not been scientifically proven that psychic abilities are passed down from generation to generation; however, many psychics claim that they did indeed inherent their skills from their relatives. With my case I would have to agree. It is not an every day thing, it is not something I am used to, but it also is not something that I hear happening to other people outside of my family. 


It is interesting to see how these experiences play out every time they occur. Whether it is science or spirits, the wind or ghosts, it is strange the way it always seems to happen. Sometimes I get scared, sometimes I feel refreshed knowing that the people I love are still around, but every time it happens it gets a tiny bit easier than the time before. As a gift and a curse, this character trait that I’ve inherited to live with everyday keeps me on my toes waiting for the next moment I will be scared out of my pants.