i grew up with a father that was fascinated by the “supernatural” and all things metaphysical. not in a creepy dark way, just very in tune and incredibly ahead of his time. turns out i am my father’s daughter. when one of our phones would ring the caller almost always got it right with a “hi dad” or “hi gaye.” when we did get it wrong, rare occurrence, the slight embarrassment was nothing in comparison to getting it right the other times. you can dismiss it as garbage all you want, but i’ve had some pretty unexplainable things happen. as an example, driving a deserted road late one night, my family encountered a u.f.o. full of adventure and a little trepidation we made a quick stop to watch the large extremely bright spacecraft hover over us for more than a couple minutes then take off like a bat out of hell. my dad owned a large machine shop filled with brilliant engineers. they refurbished parts for jet engines ranging from commercial airlines to the military, even the space shuttle. in other words, he knew his stuff and said in no uncertain terms that what we were seeing was a flying object. my point is i believe in karma, the paranormal, and the afterlife just like my dad. to be clear, i consider myself to be a fairly reasonable person. on the other hand i’m certain this blog makes me sound like a fruit loop but try to hang in there with me.