[IamLosingMyMind]

Not that long ago I was going about my business like any other day. I was home alone at my kitchen counter when someone literally grabbed my upper arm. I turned around in shock and no one was there. There were times when I would feel a hand brush along my back. The biggest one that really got my attention was when I felt a hand brush my lower back side (if you catch my drift). It’s the most action I got in a long time. After about two weeks had past it stopped.

[Moose72]

Back in 1996 I was working in a mortgage bank. It had cubicles with "hallways" along the walls and between the cubicles.

I was taking my 15 minute break at my desk with my head down on the desk resting when I felt someone tap me on the arm as if to get my attention. I opened my eyes and there was no one there. I looked down the "hallway" between the cubicles and the long wall of windows. Nobody was there. There was no way anybody could've gotten from my cubicle to where I couldn't see them in the few seconds between when I felt the tapping and when I stood up. I mean- there was nobody there!

[Soupe du jour]

I'm not sure I believe in the supernatural, but I do recall an odd (actually lovely) experience that remains in my memory. I had an old music box in my room, that was given to my sister from our paternal grandfather, who had died when I was 9 years old. It hadn't worked for years. At the time I was maybe 14/15 and one night I was thinking about him, missing him, and suddenly the music box began to play out of nowhere. It was a unique box where a group of wooden child figurines with flowers would turn. As they did, wooden geese lifted and then lowered their heads. The song was "Never on a Sunday". He was my favorite grandparent, and always sweetly affectionate. The song is affectionate, too. You can hear the English version (briefly foreign) at

It was originally a Greek song translating to "The Children of Piraeus". I think my sister eventually re-claimed the box, but I'm unsure. I'll ask her. It doesn't matter because when I hear or think of that song I always think of my "Pop Pop". Now I'm tearing up a bit...in happiness.

I had another significant event relating to my grandfather and bipolar episode. Not sure you'd call it supernatural. Or maybe. I describe it briefly (around 4th paragraph) at Flower Bouquet #4 of 4 – Things happen for a reason | My Journeys Beyond Bipolar Disorder