In my childhood, I had many experiences that could be perceived as supernatural or paranormal. What was defined as ‘real’ was a matter of conjecture, and for me, the last word on what was simply an active imagination or an aspect of heightened sensory awareness came from the mouths of my caregivers. I grew up with visitations from parasitic shadow beings and sometimes the loving joyful presence of a being that had my best interests at heart. Depending on the frequency I was emitting, the magnetic draw would result in contact. For me, no experience solidifies sheer terror for a child-like waking to find a shadow being standing at the base of your bed, waiting for the initial surge of fear, adrenaline to course through your biology and then out into your etheric where it can reap its meal.
One such event happened at a cousin’s house in Green Bay, Auckland, on a night where my father’s family gathered to gamble, drink and eventually pass out in hazy drunkenness. I used to sleep in my cousin’s single bed, my head at the foot of the bed next to his feet, my feet next to my cousin’s head. I woke that night paralysed where I lay, a two-dimensional shadow being standing over me, the spotlight from the garage pouring into the kitchen where my uncle’s lay upon the table asleep, other family members sprawled around the floor (my fathers large Chinese/Samoan family would all sleep at someone’s house after a night of heavy drinking). All I could move was my eyes.
Eventually, I managed to pull the blankets over my head, then strike my older cousin awake and tell him that someone was in the house. The ruckus that happened next got me into trouble with my father, and his family member,s and the words that would stifle my ability to see these creatures would be uttered by my angry father as the house was searched in great haste. ‘There are no such things as ghosts!’
This was one of the most terrifying experiences of my life. To know now that this being was FEEDING off my fear only makes that experience more enlightening.
It would take years of breaking down the barriers of conditioning that those words created for me that night before I began to expand my awareness again into frequency bands beyond five-sense reality. The incremental process has allowed me to assimilate in ways that as a child I never had the chance to. Information presented to me via the gift of imagination has allowed me to forge towards a greater understanding of what infinite possibilities exist beyond our feeble five senses.
The journey of discovery through imagination has been a revelatory one for me. My books are a reference to infinite possibility manifest through the written word, casting literary spells that entertain, inform, enlighten and always resonate when the reader is ready to awaken to truth through imagination.