Paranormal Is a Reality

By Brian E. Hickey Sr.

Born in Southren New Jersey. Son of a Psychic mother whom received the same gifts as she had and more. I Interacted with the Paranormal all my life. At age 12 Parents and I moved to Florida.During my
military service in the US Armed Forces Ive worked on sensative projects and etc..At age 53 I decided to write this book. I wrote a easy to read book so
anyone of any age could read and enjoy it. I plan on writting more books for your reading enjoyment. I enjoy sharing my stories with you. Do we have the
same interests.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Dec 7, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465390127

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Paranormal

is a Reality

BRIAN E. HICKEY SR.

Copyright © 2011 by Brian E. Hickey Sr.

Library of Congress Control Number:       2011919683

ISBN:         Hardcover                               978-1-4653-9011-0

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CONTENTS

A Word Of Thanks

One

Two

Three

Four

Five

Six

Seven

Eight

Nine

Ten

Eleven

Twelve

Thirteen

Fourteen

Fifeteen

Sixteen

Seventeen

Eighteen

Nineteen

Twenty

Twenty One

Twenty Two

Twenty Three

Twenty Four

Twenty Five

Twenty Six

Twenty Seven

Twenty Eight

Twenty Nine

Thirty

Thirty One

Thirty Two

Thirty Three

Thirty Four

Thirty Five

Thirty Six

Thirty Seven

A WORD OF THANKS

Id like to thank you for buying my book. And i hope you enjoy it. As i said all is true and fact. The memorys and thoughts i passed along felt good that i could finally tell someone whom has the same interests as myself. I do plan on writting more interesting books for you soon. Id like to make a series or volume of my books. So maybe you can collect them. Id be honared and privledged to have my books sitting on your book shelves. Id love to have a following of readers. Ive always dreamed about writting a book of things i knew. And things ive researched. I write these books for people like us and mostly i write these books for you. Ive found i enjoy being a writter. And i beleive that we all need to know whats being covered up and hidden. In the constitution it says we the people. And thats us all. We the people, it also says we have a right to the pursuit of happiness. Being told the truth about ufo,s and such is what makes people like us happy. So i applaud you for being a beleiver too. I know. Now you know. Its as simple as that.

Thanks again

Brian E. Hickey Sr.

ONE

Being the Son of a woman with what I like to call a gift. I am honared to have been her son, And mom is badly missed. my mother came from a backround of many people with the same gift. This gift seems to skip every other birth. For instance My big brother didnt get the gift. But i did. And my oldest son didnt get the gift. But my middle child did. My son after that didnt. But my daughter did and she hasnt perfected it, she trys to ignore it. By now you should be asking yourself, What is this gift? correct? I have several things I can do. But lets not jump the gun and start from the begining. I was young and impressionable and this is when I found out she had (as my dad and grandparents called it ) spooky gift. My moms uncle Came from across the country to see my mom. He wanted to surprise her, so he parked his car around the block out of sight. my grandmother called mom on the phone saying come on over, I baked a cake and have coffee on. My mom hung up and we donned our winter clothing and was enroute. On the way mom mentioned to me, my uncle is there. Now let me remind you mom hadnt seen her uncle since she was 9 years old. Her uncle was from New Orleans La. Mom and I arrived and went inside of the front door. Her Uncle was hiding in the kitchen. Mom was by the front door and yelled out HELLO UNCLE AL!!!! People gasped, you could hear a pin fall. Mom walked into the kitchen and went directly to Uncle Al. But thats not all that Really left a Impression on my memory of her gift. My mom and Her friend Ann was in the dining room at Anns house, Back than the Ouija board was the thing. No one knew back than that a ouija board could open the door to the other side and welcome unwelcomed spirits and Demons. And this is very a very true fact. BUT ANYWAY the 2 of them Mom and Ann were playing with that board. And it kept saying, stop stop,dead dead,stop now dead,shot dead stop. Mom and Ann asked it who was shot dead? The ouija board responded John shot dead. mom asked John who and than the Initials came to be. JFK. Mom said the president? It flew directly to yes than spelled dead texas dead stop. They both stopped and turned on the news on TV, checking all channels. Nothing about a dead president. 1 week later in Texas, Our President John F. Kennedy was murdered. At that point both ladys stopped using the Ouija board. Mom was Noticing as was I a haunting here and there. But I was really to young to know. But I had something growling in my closet and moving hangers around, back and forth on a metal pipe they were hanging on. than there was the shaking of my bed violently from underneath. and than there were a clawed hand that tryed to grab me at the bathroom sink from under the sink. The bathroom was on the 2nd floor. Everytime Mom came to the rescue and it stopped for awhile. I remember there was 1 time dad came up running to the second floor from the living room with shotgun in hand. Dad told me to run to mom. Which I gladly did. My feet moved so fast they probally didnt touch a stair on the way to my mom. In a minute dad yelled out you better stop. I heard a boom, The gun fired and dad cursing alittle. Mom said how did you get something thats already dead? Dad said ahhhh you and that spooky stuff. Mom said what did you do? dad said shot out the glass in the window,I saw something like a person so I shot it. this is my upbringing and back round. It wasnt long before I found out I had a gift. I often think GIFT? At time I feel like im crazy or going crazy. It awakens me at nights. It suddenly activates (as I call it ). But their are a few moments that I call it a gift. It can be wonderful. Exciting. And at other times it can be down right scarey as hell. I like to use it to help others. And that I will explain later. Childhood was much diffrent than other children in my school. I was refered to as weird, a liar, spooky, And at some points nuts, out of my mind. My Kindergarden teacher and first grade teacher said I had a intense Imagination. When I was trying to tell my friends of the stuff that happens at my house. I even invited a few of them over to see for their selves. They told their parents. And the parents told the teachers and I was more or less isolated in a area of the class directly in front of