The smell of Old Spice cologne haunts me for a week until I finally find out who is trying to communicate and why. Have you had a paranormal experience? Maybe you can relate to this article.

“Smell that Smell”


Most of us have had some kind of paranormal experience whether we have justified it logically or not. Even then we can feel doubt and question the logic we’ve meticulously compounded. This is how Spirit works. It forces you to think about events and often we will recall them and wonder if it really happened as we remember it. Personally, I have so many paranormal experiences that I don’t even question it anymore. I just consider what message Spirit is trying to communicate to me. It’s allowed me to open myself to such messages and in letting go of the fears, my experiences flourish constantly. It used to be that I’d be afraid of what others would think of me if I relayed some of the strange happenings I’ve been exposed to. Would they think I’m losing my marbles? Where on earth did that phrase originate? What’s marbles got to do with one’s mind? Okay, I’m getting off track here. Oh, another saying...ummm?

A couple of weeks ago I had another paranormal event occur. Actually it happened various times. It has to do with smells. Many times I’ve had certain smells come into my presence which has caught my attention. Probably because I don’t have an acute nose for smell to begin with so it usually startles me. For about a week I was getting the scent of Old Spice. I would be watching television, or sitting at the computer, or reading, or doing housework and suddenly I’d get a great big old whiff of men’s Old Spice cologne. My husband doesn’t wear it and there’s not a bottle of it in our home so immediately I felt this was a Spirit trying to communicate with me. I wondered whom this could be as my mind raced through people in my memory bank trying to figure out who was around me. I didn’t count how often I smelled Old Spice but I’d estimate at least five times in the week. But I had faith that eventually this Spirit would become known to me.

Now let me bring you to the following week. I have a writer friend online and we’ve become good friends over the past months. She’s phoned me a few times but each time she got a busy signal and had to leave a message. This isn’t unusual as we only have one phone line and are usually online 95% of the time, even when we’re not here. It’s just a habit my husband and I’ve gotten into as we are tired of wrong numbers and telemarketing phone calls so this enables us to screen our calls. I’d called her a couple of times too, but like me, I couldn’t get through to her. On this night my friend had sent an email to a list we both belong to and was very distressed over some personal matters. In the email she said she wouldn’t be corresponding for awhile but for us to know she was fine and just needed time to digest all that was happening in her life. As soon as I read her email I went offline and phoned her immediately.

It was late at night so I chose her cell phone number. The telephone rang and rang and finally I got her answering machine. I left a message telling her I’d like to talk with her and that I’d stay offline for fifteen minutes if she wished to talk. I thought she might be ignoring the phone as well and understood if she needed her space. I played some card games and patiently waited while watching the clock. Ten minutes went by and I decided she probably was sleeping or didn’t want to talk so went back online. About twenty minutes later she sent me an email and told me she’d like to phone me and talk. I wrote her back and said I’d go offline right away. She phoned within a couple of minutes and we finally connected by telephone.

At first we talked about her situation but it became a small part of the conversation. She’s also interested and intrigued by paranormal activity too, so we shared some of our personal experiences. We talked about out of body experiences for a bit as both of us had a story to relate. She told me about when one of her brothers had died, and she was having a nap with a niece. She remembered floating out of her body and looking down upon herself and her niece on the bed and wondering what was happening. A voice gave her the answer. It was her brother. She will never forget what he said to her. ‘It’s beautiful here and I can’t describe the love I feel right now. I want you to know I’m very happy and I’ll be here to greet you when it’s your turn.” Then she ‘woke up’ but said it was so real that she just knew she had a visit from her brother. I’ve always been fascinated by such experiences.

We chatted on and on for a couple of hours as both of us were enthralled by each other’s tales.
“You’ll probably think this is weird but I’ll tell you anyway. Sometimes I get these smells.” She said.
“Smells!” I interrupted. “I get them too! And speaking of smells, just his past week I’ve had this smell of Old Spice a few times and I can’t figure out who it is.”
“Oh my God! That is incredible. My brother used to wear Old Spice all the time! We always kidded him because it was like he dipped himself into the cologne.”
“Wow!” Now my mind was reeling. Oh! Another phrase..ummm..another article! The thought came through immediately and although I didn’t quite know what I was going to say, the words just fell out.
“Then that was your brother! He’s getting the message through me, to let you know he’s with you. Probably because of the stress you’ve been under lately he wants to let you know it’ll be okay. It’ll all work out. I’d be willing to bet he helped make this phone call happen tonight!” Both of us got goosebumps as the understanding was in place.

We enjoyed a great talk and she felt so much better when we were finished. I never did have the Old Spice smell come back again. Her brother had gotten his message through and there was no more need. So sometimes when we have paranormal experiences it’s not necessarily for us personally. It may be for another and the only way Spirit can communicate is through someone who is open and receptive to the signs, or in this case the smells. He obviously knew we were friends so helped get a phone call together so we could share and the mission would be accomplished. I don’t have to justify this experience through logic or worry if I’m going mad. I know in my heart the reasons and why it was meant to be. Oh goodness, I just had a smell of roast beef! Now, who could that be!? Spirit works in mysterious, but wondrous ways.

©2001 Dallas Hodder Franklin