Please I need help

Please, if anyone who knows about this topic or has had similar experiences could guide me a little, I would be extremely grateful.

Since June I have been writing a very important story about my grandmother, life, death, and my ancestors. My writing method is a bit strange, because I only write when I feel I must, as if I have to connect emotionally or spiritually with what I’m writing, avoiding doing it mechanically, which makes me take a long time to finish my pieces. The thing is, there was one night when I insisted that I had to write, but nothing came to mind and I felt unable to do it. Suddenly, while I was looking at a photograph of my grandmother that I have framed on my desk, I smelled a masculine perfume, followed by a feminine scent that reminded me very strongly of my grandmother (which is strange because I don’t remember much about her). After those two I began to perceive much subtler perfumes that were neither masculine nor feminine. When I smelled the perfume that reminded me so much of my grandmother, I was able to reconnect with my writing and I spent the whole night writing. It should be clarified that I had never smelled any of those perfumes on anyone before, that nobody could have entered my room, that it was very late at night, and that I felt the perfumes were not physically present, as if they were on another plane.

What was strange was that when I smelled the first masculine perfume I remembered that a few weeks earlier, while I was drawing in my bedroom a portrait of a writer to give to a former teacher whom I deeply admire, I had smelled that masculine perfume for the first time, although at the time I didn’t attach any importance to it; when I smelled it again while writing, everything felt very odd. I recently talked with that teacher, he is a rational and very intelligent person, and explained what happened with the phantom perfumes after telling him about my story, although at first I thought he wasn’t taking me seriously. However, when I finished explaining it, he told me that he had also strange experiences with that writer who died many years ago. Apparently, a close person who had attempted to take their own life felt the need to paint that same writer without knowing who he was and without knowing that my teacher was interested in him, and the strangest thing is that that person chose to paint the same image of the writer that I had chosen to draw.

Also, this does not end here. On the last day of summer in the almost abandoned village where my grandmother was born and where part of the story I’m writing takes place, I was walking at night with my friend through an area where no one goes, and suddenly I smelled the men’s perfume again, the grandmother’s scent, and those more subtle ones. It surprised me a lot because this time they were much stronger and I could tell they were actually there, even my friend managed to smell the men’s scent, but only that one.

Does anyone have any idea what might be happening? Could it be that my grandmother was trying to communicate with me? Why does the masculine scent I don’t recognize come before the others? Does it have anything to do with what happened with my former teacher? Why does this happen to me? I should note that some people in my family have had strange experiences with spirits, although it is a very taboo subject that they always try to avoid.

Please, I know it’s all very strange and long, but if someone could guide me or give their interpretation, I would be very happy. Thank you for reading.

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