Good enough, S.T. I appreciate the very thoughtful replies. Long reply coming (sorry).I've gone through a lot of stages in my life. My childhood, I didn't experience much, outside of a few very odd physical experiences in elementary school and then when I was about 14. Then when I got to college, I had one of the more scary, horrific experiences of my life. All I can attribute it to was a demonic presence. I wrote about it earlier in this thread, and it was absolutely awful. That messed me up...particularly after those same experiences "followed me around" for a few years after college (the "Highlander" types of experiences I wrote about before). Again though, no drugs, no alcohol, no dabbling with the occult, no medical issues, etc.In my mid to late 20s, I didn't have many experiences, and it was fantastic. I had a powerful experience at the home of an employee of mine, which after I told her what I was seeing/feeling, she basically corroborated the facts of what I was telling her in high detail. Then I married my wife and moved into our first home in St. Paul, and we had "Frank" as a roommate. That's what we'd call "it" anyway. Seeing things out of the corner of our eyes...feeling a heavy, uncomfortable but non-threatening presence following us around, and the "silk handkerchief" story I wrote about before.We had our oldest daughter and later moved to our current home. That's when a LOT started happening again. For me though, it's not that I want to have experiences. Having experiences, however, seems to make sense to me related to resolving some of the "unexplainable" in my life. What is interesting too is that historically, the stronger I am feeling in my faith (in God), the more that would happen. The less close to God I would feel, the less anything would happen. That is, until we moved into our current home. In our current home, stuff just happens. Winter, Summer. Happy days, sad days. Busy with the girls, home alone. God is real, God is a lie. Stuff was happening for years...and when we had my friend/neighbor over to the house without telling her much of anything about it, her words to me were essentially "Grand Central Station" (of activity).

I'd be just as happy having it go away or being prescribed a pill that would "fix" a broken part of my brain or ??? That'd be easy! I just think after 30+ years of experiences that it is one of those things that is, in fact, real...and the only thing to do to "heal" or deal with it is to not be as afraid of it, hit it head-on, and not live in denial. It was different when it was just me (and my wife could think her hubby was off his rocker without any animals being harmed in the making of this film, lol)...but now I've got two daughters experiencing a lot of the same things. Even my wife (skeptic) has experienced vivid footsteps above her where there is no longer any floor (now much less skeptical). As a parent, I don't want my kids to end up being in their late 30s feeling as confused and messed-up by all of this stuff as I've been most of my life. Whatever the answer is, I just want the truth. I often wish it were all a load of crap though...at least the scary stuff and/or the stuff I went through in/after college. That'd be SO much easier.