When I was a toddler, still unable to form complete sentences, I shared my room with a ghost. It wasn't the friendly kind. I learned to live with it. What else could I do? I couldn't see it but there it was: living in the upper part of a corner, on the other side of the room from my crib. I don't know how long my mother and I lived in that apartment -- it was somewhere in one of the New York boroughs.
That was the only paranormal experience I've ever had. I'm 59 now. My oldest speculates that animal and children have this extra sensory perception and children outgrow it. May be.
She argues that if I know other sentients exist, then I should believe in god. I do not see a correlation. It can be true that there are deeper realities and also true that "god" doesn't exist. If there is an omnipotent being, it would be a god of chaos. No benign being would be a-ok with all of the atrocities in this world. Certainly the god of the bible -- and all Abrahamic religions -- is a bat-shit crazy character. A temperamental immature god-toddler. This isn't a bitter perspective; it's a logical one. Epicurus' trilemma.