When I was learning about my gift, I found out about portals. They are real and they appear out of nowhere at times. My grandma years ago told of a farmer that just disappeared as his wife watched him walk into the field and he was gone. He went through a portal that was there. But portals are not just that, they can be in anything, such as windows, mirrors and ouija boards are places they can appear too.
My son was about 8. He was just playing with the other kids, in the park. He was riding his bike right were all the other kids did as well. I saw him riding and then he was gone, yet the other kids were still riding their bikes. It frighten me so I went out trying to find this portal to get my child back, while others were looking at me as if I was ready for the crazy farm.
I kept trying to find the portal and then my son, came out of it. He was all white and got off his bike, and ran into the house. I went after him and asked him what happen. He told me this:
He was just riding with his friends, when he suddenly was in a field of gravestones. It must have been a graveyard. It was real quiet in there, and he kept trying to find his way back. He said he was frightened and was crying, and then he saw me and came to me. Just by what he said, it made me shiver with goose bumps on my arms. My son never rode his bike in that direction ever again.
I often wonder why that happens and how it happens. I was learning about my gift I had, as my son has it too, only he doesn't practice to keep his gift going. That day was enough for him. But he and I can be far away from each other, and yet we know what the other is doing. Many years ago my hand went through a portal in a mirror, in my story of this happening. But many things come out of, portals that are not good. People with this "GIFT", can learn about how to handle matters like this, that happen to my son and myself.
I like to go to antique shops and look at their old mirrors, as they can tell many things that, has happen in there golden years.