I think spirits only exist, not because they exist, but because people want them to. During bereavement, continuous thinking about the dead person brings the spirit back from somewhere. It is like just how it happened that the spirit world opened up for me. I had no desire to talk with spirits, but I had been separated from my soulmate, and as we were separated I thought of her, and she knew I would think of her as I always had, and so her curiosity opened a portal into my world in which she can spy on me, and I can feel her thoughts through the various mediums. Once that portal was opened by her, the spirit world came through too, because that portal is really the same channel. It never came from me. If you met Tamara, you would know, that it came from her, all this supernaturality. I was just young dumb and hung, and she always was other worldly. Her family was that way because her mother was sexually abused, and ended up having 13 different personalities. Bad things opens portals, and space gets folded, bringing separated people together.