This weblog documents my experience as someone who communicates with the dead. I will share as much as possible without revealing the person or people that commissioned me to speak with their loved one or loved ones.
Friday, April 07, 2006
Beautiful Ghosts!
Sometimes, from the posts I write, you might think there are more spooky or negative ghosts than positive happy ghosts.. but this isn't so.. I just like to write about the spooky ones a lot since they are such a mystery. In this post, I wanted to just add this comment: it's more common to find a good spirit than a negative spirit. Much more common. I promise to talk more about those soon, I'm working on something right now that is more positive, so I'll post it asap.
Saturday, April 01, 2006
Chest Pains in the Graveyard: Haunted Graveyard
( I wanted to post about this earlier, and so I have been working on it for a while - unable to give it quick focus. Here is what I was working on, sorry if it is segemented, but it was written in chunks. )
Graveyards are strange places. They aren't dead spots in spiritual energy, as some lore say, and they aren't all overly haunted, however: some graveyards are haunted. What do I mean by haunted? Spirits can linger, dwell, in a place. It's not necessarily because they have unfinished business. It may be because they like their grave... it may sometimes be that "unifinished business", it may be because they are attached to an object, person, or place.. it may be because they like to scare the bejesus out of mediums ;)
Anyways, there's a graveyard out South East of Ottawa that I went to last Summer, to take photographs and such. We happened upon this picturesque graveyard, and decided to take pictures. I separated from the person I was with to walk on my own, I was drawn to a grave. The flowers had been knocked over, and so I put the flowers back in the vase, and the vase back in its place.
BANG. Chest pains, weird ones, like their was a fiery wind in my ribs. I felt him.. a spirit. He had died in his mid sixties. He had knocked over the flowers and didn't appreciate me putting them back. I questioned him and tried to regain my balance, as my head swam with his presence. This was HIS graveyard. Get out! Get out! He was one angry spirit. His essence grabbed my heart and tried to intimidate me.. of course it worked.
Spirits CAN hurt you, as I have posted before. They can break bones, cause heart attacks, cause mental disorders, unexplained pain.. They aren't all Casper. However, they will leave you alone most of the time. This man REALLY wanted to be cock of the walk in this graveyard. It was important to him. It was one of the places he was not about to get soft on protecting.
A wash of images flooded over my psychic sense, and I saw more about this man. Pocket watch, train whistles, a gruff face - he was a proper gentleman. He was stern, he was the Father Figure of the town. He smelled like cigars and leather and hard work. He valued his shoes greatly, the ones he was buried in. Expensive. His work ethic was better than any man's, and he always took care of business. He was in the train business, and a bit in the bank business. Maybe even a little insurance. He was a workaholic. He wanted to make a mark, to be remembered. He showed me a mark, a symbol I haven't yet been able to place. I'd like to identify it before I post it, just in case it is offensive in some way.
This chest pain was a warning. This man didn't want to hurt anyone. If anything he was warning me to get away from the person I was accompanied by, as the spirit showed me pictures of things to come. Betrayal, pain, loud and ambivalent abuse. He thought I was being an idiot, that a lady my age should be married to a proper person and not wandering around with random people. Overall, however, he wanted me AWAY from the graveyard.
Mediums "wake up" graveyards. Spirits aren't locked into their remains, but many are "tied" to them. Cremains (cremated remains) can be scattered, and the spirit will be anchored to a new place or remove their Earthly presence to the Other Side. Hence why in exorcisms, the exorcist will destroy the remains of the offending spirit, if they can identify positively whom it is. Doesn't work all the time, I'm sure, as sometimes spirits don't give a rat's ass where their remains are. They can be tied to their favorite playground, {outside} their church, school, home, whatever.
Now, Churches are another matter. I have been to several churches where spirits cannot or will not enter. It is empty, but full - a silence that is hot and bright white. But more on that later.
So, lesson here: if you get chest pains in a haunted place, time to get out. They can and will follow through on their threats, and some delight in it. For the same reason humans like to tease eachother. Some won't give you the benefit of a threat and will move right into the fun. Most will just shove you away, make you feel like you need to get out of that particular place.
Before I left the graveyard, I saw dozens of spirits just looking at me, their pale visages empty of expression - at first. I can tell they hadn't seen a medium before, as many of them were a little surprised that I was looking at them. Many of them were related, you could tell because their features were so similar. The big daddy ghost "nodded" to me (releasing my chest from his grip), pleased that I was leaving, he didn't actually nod their head. The chest pain can only be described as an otherworldly pain, I knew it wasn't of this place - it was as if the colour of the world was greyer, bluer, as soon as I felt it, and as he released me, the world returned to its normal feel and colour.
This (left) is a picture that I took that day. I wasn't able to capture any of the spirits on film, the person with me didn't see anything, and usually (sadly) ghosts aren't easily captured on film or digital media. Only if they want to be seen.
It wasn't all bad. I was exhilerated by the amount of power this ghost had! I was amazed, and I think he didn't truly hurt me because he was amused that I understood what he was. Many people probably think they have heartburn or just had a panic attack. Maybe low blood pressure, yes that's more what it's like. Like your brain is missing something vital. It is amazing and truly uplifting that we CONTINUE after this world, and there is NO part of me that doubts it. What I have seen confirms it. This ghost wasn't all evil, he was just really the Tarot Emperor, and didn't like strangers on his land. On his family's land, just taking pictures. I have the utmost respect for spirits, as they know what lays behind the High Priestess' veil, they've met the creator, and they are infinite. So much mystery. We are so lucky to be born into this school Earth, to be released like wind dragons into Death, that terrifying initiation into Reality. Our crib seems so desolate, but opposite from our life - life gets easier after our baby years (our living life), not harder. Of course, suicide cuts short our infancy, and that means we miss many lessons that make our true lives easier to understand. Our treasure is neverending, and begins with what we believe to be our oldest day.
One day you will have the power to reach into the chest of a mortal, and scare the daylights out of them - but you will only be that powerful if you learn what you need to learn here.. You need to crawl before you can walk, before you can fly and be free... and when you can.. remember: it's cruel to hurt infants (ie. the "living"). Be kind, rewind. ;)
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Coming up
Right now I am working on a communication with "G"'s family (I don't want to reveal her name, as she likes her privacy I assume). You will really get a kick out of their story.
Graveyards are strange places. They aren't dead spots in spiritual energy, as some lore say, and they aren't all overly haunted, however: some graveyards are haunted. What do I mean by haunted? Spirits can linger, dwell, in a place. It's not necessarily because they have unfinished business. It may be because they like their grave... it may sometimes be that "unifinished business", it may be because they are attached to an object, person, or place.. it may be because they like to scare the bejesus out of mediums ;)
Anyways, there's a graveyard out South East of Ottawa that I went to last Summer, to take photographs and such. We happened upon this picturesque graveyard, and decided to take pictures. I separated from the person I was with to walk on my own, I was drawn to a grave. The flowers had been knocked over, and so I put the flowers back in the vase, and the vase back in its place.
BANG. Chest pains, weird ones, like their was a fiery wind in my ribs. I felt him.. a spirit. He had died in his mid sixties. He had knocked over the flowers and didn't appreciate me putting them back. I questioned him and tried to regain my balance, as my head swam with his presence. This was HIS graveyard. Get out! Get out! He was one angry spirit. His essence grabbed my heart and tried to intimidate me.. of course it worked.
Spirits CAN hurt you, as I have posted before. They can break bones, cause heart attacks, cause mental disorders, unexplained pain.. They aren't all Casper. However, they will leave you alone most of the time. This man REALLY wanted to be cock of the walk in this graveyard. It was important to him. It was one of the places he was not about to get soft on protecting.
A wash of images flooded over my psychic sense, and I saw more about this man. Pocket watch, train whistles, a gruff face - he was a proper gentleman. He was stern, he was the Father Figure of the town. He smelled like cigars and leather and hard work. He valued his shoes greatly, the ones he was buried in. Expensive. His work ethic was better than any man's, and he always took care of business. He was in the train business, and a bit in the bank business. Maybe even a little insurance. He was a workaholic. He wanted to make a mark, to be remembered. He showed me a mark, a symbol I haven't yet been able to place. I'd like to identify it before I post it, just in case it is offensive in some way.
This chest pain was a warning. This man didn't want to hurt anyone. If anything he was warning me to get away from the person I was accompanied by, as the spirit showed me pictures of things to come. Betrayal, pain, loud and ambivalent abuse. He thought I was being an idiot, that a lady my age should be married to a proper person and not wandering around with random people. Overall, however, he wanted me AWAY from the graveyard.
Mediums "wake up" graveyards. Spirits aren't locked into their remains, but many are "tied" to them. Cremains (cremated remains) can be scattered, and the spirit will be anchored to a new place or remove their Earthly presence to the Other Side. Hence why in exorcisms, the exorcist will destroy the remains of the offending spirit, if they can identify positively whom it is. Doesn't work all the time, I'm sure, as sometimes spirits don't give a rat's ass where their remains are. They can be tied to their favorite playground, {outside} their church, school, home, whatever.
Now, Churches are another matter. I have been to several churches where spirits cannot or will not enter. It is empty, but full - a silence that is hot and bright white. But more on that later.
So, lesson here: if you get chest pains in a haunted place, time to get out. They can and will follow through on their threats, and some delight in it. For the same reason humans like to tease eachother. Some won't give you the benefit of a threat and will move right into the fun. Most will just shove you away, make you feel like you need to get out of that particular place.
Before I left the graveyard, I saw dozens of spirits just looking at me, their pale visages empty of expression - at first. I can tell they hadn't seen a medium before, as many of them were a little surprised that I was looking at them. Many of them were related, you could tell because their features were so similar. The big daddy ghost "nodded" to me (releasing my chest from his grip), pleased that I was leaving, he didn't actually nod their head. The chest pain can only be described as an otherworldly pain, I knew it wasn't of this place - it was as if the colour of the world was greyer, bluer, as soon as I felt it, and as he released me, the world returned to its normal feel and colour.
This (left) is a picture that I took that day. I wasn't able to capture any of the spirits on film, the person with me didn't see anything, and usually (sadly) ghosts aren't easily captured on film or digital media. Only if they want to be seen.
It wasn't all bad. I was exhilerated by the amount of power this ghost had! I was amazed, and I think he didn't truly hurt me because he was amused that I understood what he was. Many people probably think they have heartburn or just had a panic attack. Maybe low blood pressure, yes that's more what it's like. Like your brain is missing something vital. It is amazing and truly uplifting that we CONTINUE after this world, and there is NO part of me that doubts it. What I have seen confirms it. This ghost wasn't all evil, he was just really the Tarot Emperor, and didn't like strangers on his land. On his family's land, just taking pictures. I have the utmost respect for spirits, as they know what lays behind the High Priestess' veil, they've met the creator, and they are infinite. So much mystery. We are so lucky to be born into this school Earth, to be released like wind dragons into Death, that terrifying initiation into Reality. Our crib seems so desolate, but opposite from our life - life gets easier after our baby years (our living life), not harder. Of course, suicide cuts short our infancy, and that means we miss many lessons that make our true lives easier to understand. Our treasure is neverending, and begins with what we believe to be our oldest day.
One day you will have the power to reach into the chest of a mortal, and scare the daylights out of them - but you will only be that powerful if you learn what you need to learn here.. You need to crawl before you can walk, before you can fly and be free... and when you can.. remember: it's cruel to hurt infants (ie. the "living"). Be kind, rewind. ;)
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Coming up
Right now I am working on a communication with "G"'s family (I don't want to reveal her name, as she likes her privacy I assume). You will really get a kick out of their story.
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