Introduction:
Since I was a kid, I was well aware of the existence of angels and guardian angels alike. It was something I accepted without question, though I never spent much time wondering who my guardian angel might be. But as the years passed, I had experiences-moments that made me question what else might be out there. Some were fleeting, a chill in the air or a whisper of something unseen. Others were undeniable, encounters that left me shaken and searching for answers.
I never expected all of it to lead me to one presence in particular. But looking back, I realize the signs were always there, waiting for me to notice.
These moments didn't feel connected at the time. Each experience stood on its own, unexplained and surprisingly - intriguing.
Early Encounters:
Ever since I was a kid, I had various paranormal experiences - though not too many. One of my earliest occurred when I was six years old, when I witnessed what I now believe was my mother astral projecting.
It happened in the house I grew up in, located in Wheat Ridge, Colorado. I was lying in bed, wide awake, when I suddenly saw a ghostly vision of my mother floating through the hallway. Freaked out, I called out to her. To my surprise, she answered from the next bedroom, reassuring me that everything was okay and that she knew what was happening.
Three years later, in the same house, I had another encounter. I was lying in my bed when I saw a shadowy figure walk from our front door to the kitchen. It was an odd situation, due to the fact I never the door open or close, nor did I hear footsteps on the creaky floor. The next day, I asked my parents if either of had been up during the night. They both said no.
The Viking Vision:
For years after that, I don't recall any major experiences - though it's possible I had more but dismissed them, as I was skeptical about ghosts. But in 2008, at 31 years old, something happened that made me rethink everything.
I was at a friend's house in Westminster, Colorado. He claimed his house was haunted, so I decided to play ghost hunter. I asked the usual questions: "If you're in this room now, give us a sign." Sure enough, we heard tapping. On another night, we kept hearing similar taps, so another friend took out his camera to snap a picture from where the sounds were coming. What appeared in the photo shocked me - a ghostly image of a man wearing Viking attire, smiling directly at the camera.
Riverdale Road:
Riverdale Road in Thornton, Colorado, is notorious for its hauntings. It's only about 10 to 15 minutes from my house, and over the years, I've had several strange experiences there.
The first time I went was around Halloween in 2008. A group of us drove down the road, trying to find the infamous tree where supposed witch hangings had taken place. Along the way, a dirty pickup truck started following us - it felt straight out of a horror movie. When we finally found the tree and pulled over, the truck drove past us. We got out and stood by the tree for about 20-30 minutes. It was eerie. Near the tree was a dirt road leading to an old dairy farm, and it was easy to imagine accused witches being led down that path toward their fate.
As we stood there, we suddenly heard girls laughing - not distant, but close. Off to the side was a small ditch, and near it, we kept seeing the figure of a woman in a white dress appear and disappear. My friends were spooked and wanted to leave, but I was curious and wanted to stay. Since I was the driver, we left.
That night, after I got home, I heard a strange clicking sound in my car as I turned it off. Strangely, that clicking sound continued intermittently for the next eight years - until I got rid of the car in 2016.
We went back the next night, but this time, nothing much happened. The only odd thing was a continuous, unidentifiable sound coming from the tree itself.
A couple of nights later, another friend and I returned. This time, we were curious enough to drive closer to the dairy farm. As we did, we saw a ghostly image of a man floating toward us - wearing an apron and holding up a knife. We turned around and got out of there fast.
The last time I had an encounter on Riverdale Road was in 2009. We got lost trying to find the tree, and as we searched, a car suddenly sped up behind us, passed, then vanished into the darkness. We finally found the tree, got out for a bit, then drove farther down the road. As we did, a shadowy figure crossed in front of us. That was enough. We turned around and left.
Haunting at the Stanley Hotel:
In 2013, for our honeymoon, my wife and I stayed at the Stanley Hotel in Estes Park, Colorado - famous for inspiring Stephen King's "The Shining."
Every time I took a shower there; I got the eerie feeling that I was being watched. One night, I was lying on my stomach in bed when I felt a pressure on my back - like someone pushing down on me. I quickly turned over to see if it was my wife, but she was turned the other way, sound asleep.
We also took a ghost tour at the hotel. One story that stood out was about a maid who had died in a fire. Legend has it that she haunts the hotel and tries to break up couples she doesn't believe are properly married. I couldn't shake the feeling that she might have been the one bothering me.
In the hotel's old music hall, we were taken to a basement where people had supposedly experienced hauntings. One room had belonged to a man with mental health issues, and each time we entered, we had to announce ourselves. The energy in that room was heavily, uncomfortable.
Across the hall was a room where a runaway girl named Lucy had died in a fire in 1969. One of her ghostly habits was shutting the door on visitors. I was skeptical at first, thinking maybe the door was spring-loaded. But then, as I was walking into the room, the door began to close on its own - then suddenly stopped, as if allowing me to enter.
A Guardian Revealed?:
For years, these experiences stayed with me, but I never thought of them as anything more than isolated events. But then, something happened that was different from all the others. This wasn't a passing ghost or an unexplained chill in the air - this was something deeper. Something that stayed.
In 2022, I reached out to two mediums to try to contact my deceased parents. Both experiences felt successful. No Ouija boards, no tarot cards - just a direct connection.
During the second session, something unexpected happened. I connected with a third person. A person whom is known by the public, with a familiar face.
Before my second medium experience in 2022, something happened that made me feel like I was being guided to bring up this particular person. My wife and I had taken a trip to Arizona, and on the way, I noticed a billboard with this person's picture on it. Something about it drew me in, but I didn't think too much of it at the time.
One day, while walking through downtown Scottsdale, we passed an art studio. In the window was a painting of this person. It caught my attention, and I felt a deeper pull, but I still wasn't sure why. Then, as we continued our travels and headed to Farmington, New Mexico, I saw another billboard with this person's picture-this time in a different location, but it was the same image as the first one.
That was it. Three different images of this person in three different locations. It felt like more than coincidence. That's when I knew-I had to bring her up in the medium session.
Looking back, those moments feel like pieces of a larger puzzle, guiding me toward something I was meant to explore. Whether it was fate, faith, or something beyond explanation, I can't ignore the way this person's presence made itself known before that experience. And maybe, in some way, she was leading me to a deeper understanding of the connection I was about to uncover.
It all started in July 1998.
I had never understood why, but after my mother passed away in 1998, I suddenly became fascinated with this person. It didn't make sense - I was 21 years old and had known of this person all my life. Yet, out of nowhere, I saw a picture of her. A picture of her in a way that the public wasn't used to, and something clicked. I was drawn to her in a way I couldn't explain. Even my father found it odd.
Over the years, I've had numerous dreams featuring her. In one, she appeared as she looked in the picture that drew me to her. It didn't quite look like her, yet my brain registered it as her. In another, I was walking when I saw her. Words were exchanged, though I can't remember who spoke, but I distinctly heard, "See you later." I woke up, fell back asleep, and sure enough, I saw her again. Twice.
In August 2022, I had a dream where I was telling a friend about something random. As I spoke, she appeared behind them. I told my friend to turn around, but by the time they did, she was fading away. Then, suddenly, she was in front of me - again, as she looked in the picture. We talked, and before the dream ended, she hugged me. The hug felt real.
The medium I spoke with believed I connect with this person through God. Another person I talked to, someone knowledgeable about ghosts, suggested she could be my guardian angel.
A few months later, I had randomly searched for guardian angels online. One site claimed your guardian angel is linked to your birthdate. When I clicked mine, an image popped up - a blonde woman in a red dress.
I thought to myself, was this something I was meant to see?
As I had mentioned, this person is a familiar face that people know. A person who was born in the 1920's, and passed in the 1960's. The person I'm referring to is - Marilyn Monroe.
Or rather, Norma Jeane. That's what I prefer to call her.
During my session with the medium, as I was talking about Norma Jeane, something behind me fell. I turned to look, but nothing seemed out of place. It didn't feel like a scare tactic - just a simple hello, I see you.
From 2022 and into the present I started seeing her more--not just in dreams, but through pictures, in places I never expected. Maybe she was always there, and I just wasn't looking.
The Court Case:
In April of last year, I was pulled over by a police officer while coming home from running errands. I use marijuana for my epilepsy, anxiety, and ADD, and at that moment, I had my weed pen on me. Just minutes before being pulled over, I had taken a quick puff from the pen. When the officer asked me when the last time I smoked was, I told him honestly that it had been the night before, which was true. But I didn't mention that I had just used my pen moments before being stopped.
I wasn't overly concerned about it, thinking that a single puff from my pen wouldn't affect me too much. However, I knew that I could've gotten into trouble, considering the circumstances. I had to pull up my insurance info from my phone, and as I was doing so, the officer asked me to move my car to the other side of the roundabout. I complied and continued accessing my insurance information.
It was then that something strange happened.
Earlier that day, I had been scrolling through photos of Norma Jeane on my phone. I've always had an admiration for her, and have a photo shrine of her that I was showing a friend. But as I looked down at my phone to finish pulling up my insurance, a photo of Norma Jeane appeared out of nowhere, as if it had randomly replaced whatever I had been looking at. I quickly closed it, thinking it was a glitch, but the moment stuck with me. It felt like more than just a coincidence - like something beyond the ordinary was at play.
Days before my court hearing in May, I had a vivid dream where Norma Jeane posed for photographs in a red dress. In the dream, I stood next to her, put my arm around her, and we took a picture together. After the photo, she turned toward me and smiled. It felt so real, like I had connected with her on a deeper level. It was a reminder that there was something larger guiding me through this uncertain time.
When my trial came around, the outcome was a relief - my case was dismissed. Looking back, I can't help but think that the moments leading up to the court date weren't just random events. The photo of Norma Jeane on my phone, the dream, and the strange feeling that she was somehow watching over me - it all felt like a sign. With everything I had going against me, from the weed pen to the circumstances of the stop, I don't think I was just lucky. I think I was blessed. Some might call it crazy, but to me, it's as if Norma Jeane was watching out for me, guiding me through one of the most nerve-wracking moments of my life.
Auras, Coincidence or Not?:
Going on topic about my epilepsy, there were two moments of my life that I experienced auras (a pre-seizure) in interesting places. It was moments like these, that made me think a bit, about what was the meaning of this? In 2007, I had to opportunity to visit Norma Jeane's crypt. I also visited the Roosevelt Hotel and the infamous mirror that was in the room at the time when Norma Jeane resided. I took a few pictures of the mirror. Across the hall was a gift shop with a picture of Norma Jeane on the wall in the back of the shop. Some of the photos captured that picture, and it appears to be glowing.
Going back to topic regarding my epilepsy. While at Norma Jeane's crypt, I went on my knees and prayed silently. As I was doing this, I felt an aura coming on. I quickly rose up to try and shake it off. It went away after about 15 seconds. It was not too dramatic. At the time, I didn't think anything about it.
Fast forward to 2022. I lived in Colorado for most of my life. Around Christmas 1996, a horrific murder took place in a house located in Boulder Colorado. A 6-year old girl named JonBenet Ramsey was brutally murdered. To this day, the case is considered a cold case. Everyone from the parents to the older brother were considered suspects. On a cold December day in 2022, I was running an errand in Boulder. Decided to make a pit stop and go by the Ramsey house. First time seeing it in my life. As I mentioned, I lived in Colorado most of my life, as I am a native. At first I drove around it to the back alley. As I was driving in through the alley I started getting a very eerie feeling. I made my way to the front again, and finally took a picture. I then left to head back home. On my way back home, I started getting an aura. I had to pull over for a minute to shake it off. It lasted for about 15 seconds, and again, not too dramatic.
Weeks after that happened I think about that moment; as well at the time at Norma Jeane's crypt. Was it a coincidence that these aura's occurred during moments of visiting a cemetery, and a house where a murder took place? I can't explain it.
Conclusion:
I believe that in some way, Norma Jeane was guiding me, looking out for me. The coincidences and strange events - the dreams, the photographs, the subtle moments - felt like more than random occurrences. It was as though there was a force, a connection that went beyond logic, helping me navigate my life when I needed it most. Whether it was my faith, her presence, or something deeper at play, I can't deny that something beyond the ordinary was guiding me. Through the ups and downs, through moments of doubt and uncertainty, I've learned to trust the signs and listen to the whispers that come from the unseen. Maybe this was always the way it was meant to be. And in the end, I realize that all the pieces - every fleeting moment, every connection, every encounter - were leading me to this understanding. I am not alone. I am being watched over, guided, and protected by something greater than myself. Whatever it is, I'm listening, and I'm grateful for the connection that has given me the strength to move forward.
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