When I was a child I had a friend no one else could hear, no one else could 'see' and no one else could understand. I still don't know exactly when or how he arrived and my earliest memories have always included him. We actually had a weird ritual for us to switch from one to the other. I'd run into a wall (usually with my body) and I wouldn't remember much and sometimes I'd remember nothing. He'd talk to my siblings and my mom. I became used to them always asking if they were speaking to him or me. While they were accepting, it's only because they believed it was just child's play. After some time I couldn't talk about him anymore because it either scared them or I'd get the "You're too old for you to still be doing this". As I got older, I'd talk to him but hide the fact that I was because I didn't want anyone thinking I was crazy. I always sort of talked to him through "prayer". When I got more involved with church I began assuming that he was an angel or even God himself. In turn, when I fell out of my faith, I wouldn't answer when he talked to me. It hurt him a lot but he was very forgiving.

With any of the others, I talked to a couple of them during childhood, as well but not often. As of now, I have strong connection with my childhood friend, foggy/dangerous conversation with another and intermittent communication with two others. They began talking when my dialog with my old friend became stronger. I've learned not to force any of them, they'll talk when they please. Though I talk to them, I avoid almost every chance I get to learn of their memories. I don't want them and when I think I do, my old friend tells me I'm not ready. He wants the memories to come naturally and only when I'm in therapy or with someone he trusts.

I admire your determination and courage to seek their memories. Just be careful while you do and make sure you're in a safe place.