by Karen Frazier, Managing Editor
Paranormal Underground Magazine
Yesterday, I ended my blog by saying, “I didn’t choose writing – writing chose me.”
I feel very much the same about the paranormal. I’ve had a fascination with the unexplained since I was a very young child. Part of it came from the secret that I kept. You see, I perceived the world in a way that – from my earliest age – I knew was different than the way most people perceived the world. It is only in the past several years that I’ve attempted to understand it. For me, however, it seems to be something that currently eludes understanding. Ask me again in a few years – my answer might be different.
My experiences in my very first apartment seemed to solidify things for me. Whatever was going on there awoke the curiosity I’d always fostered about the unexplained. It’s taken me more than 20 years and a number of odd experiences to be really public about my fascination for the odd and unexplainable – but finally the paranormal became such a large part of my life that here I am – writing about the paranormal, filming the paranormal – it is a daily part of my life.
I think that my story is probably no different from a number of people. I know, for instance, that my friend Lisa was much the same way. She sort of kept her fascination to herself and lurked in bookstores and libraries looking for answers until something smacked her in the face in such a way that she was driven out into the open.
I believe that for many of us in the paranormal field, the paranormal chose us. Something happened at some point that made our questions so huge that we began seeking to find the answers in any way we could. It wasn’t so much a choice as a compulsion, because we were seeking to explain experiences that couldn’t be explained through “normal” channels.
I know that there are many out there who think it is a silly pursuit, and that the field is populated by the gullible and unintelligent. I’ve run across a number of these people, and they are certainly entitled to their opinions. But I think that the reason that they feel the way they do is because they haven’t been chosen by the paranormal. They’ve been chosen by something else, and they chase some other pursuit with equal tenacity.
For me, it’s the paranormal. I never really stood a chance for it to be something else. I’m insatiably curious. I’ve had more than a handful of unexplainable experiences. I am searching for answers because a mystery presented itself and said, “solve me.” Sure – I didn’t have to respond, but my personality is such that I couldn’t help myself. I probably would have responded in the same way if someone dangled a chocolate cupcake on a string attached to a stick on my head. I would have chased the darn cupcake until I caught it. I like cupcakes.
This is all my long winded way of saying this. I didn’t choose the paranormal. It repeatedly chose me. What I did choose was to seek the answers. Hopefully, someday I’ll find them.
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