Hello again, a beautiful Thursday comes along where I can write here and so of course I take that opportunity! Lately I haven't been able to answer my mail but that's about to change I hope, as I find myself more time after cutting out some obsolete activities from my life - all suddenly and quick.
You know when you've been influenced by an exterior source (spirits, nature, etc) when you change your life all of a sudden for no good reason. Like your life and mind push you to the brink of your old life until you can't handle it. You metamorphose in that minute.
I just had an experience after communing with Nature (I'll get to that later), thanking the spirits for my gift and my life and of course all the wonderful things in my life. I do not worship Nature, but I have profound respect for it - and vast reverence. It is so amazing and continues to shock me with how beautiful, complex and powerful it is. Nature persists through to the Other Side, the Summerland. I don't know how it's possible, so please don't ask me - as the answer would be nothing more than someone who's never seen to explain the colour Blue in the sky on a perfect Autumn day. You can say it's soothing and magnificent, but you can't describe the colour any more than you can describe how this colour dances with all other colours around it.
I do not understand how Nature fits into the Other Side completely, but the decease often show me massive oaks that never lose their leaves, ancient banyan trees that shelter even more ancient secrets, panoramas of endless boreal forest you could get lost in for ages. Everywhere plants stretch up towards the endless inexplicable and unexplainable light source that drenches the vista in a sense of love. Explorers can die safe in the knowledge that they'll have an endless wild to discover in the Time After. Mmm and the air is very clean. I think this is the True state of Nature that we are meant to cultivate on Earth, and one day I have seen that this will come to pass - and that makes my heart glad and at peace.
The experience I had was a moment of remembering the power of the Twilight on the Other Side (more on that in another post).. there are places where a rich pink and purple twilight permeate, so that lovers of the dark can revel in the beauty of nighttime nature. The pink and purple change in intensity and colour like the Aurora Borealis - but with more of a spectrum of colours. I won't get into it all as I'll be writing here forever on the wonders of the Other Side. We have much work to do here on Earth, we have to pull our own weight, we have to grow up and tend to our destiny in the Womb that is this life on Earth. Healing the Earth and the souls of us Children.
As I remembered this Twilight, I was filled with a sense of purpose, progress, and drive to get started. When I got home I deleted a few addictive computer games, I got rid of a lot of pass times that were draining my time instead of enhancing it... and I made a list of what I should do with my time here. I am not sure if it's a deceased human that filled me with this energy, but it was all encompassing.
Now I go to do some Hatha Yoga and contemplate this some more. I can't wait to write my next experience (past or present) and share it with you.
Have a purposeful day, with love,
Me :)
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.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Ghost Gatherings: Families
Sometimes I'll find large groups of spirits together, and a great interest and primitive fear instinct takes over. The interest usually wins out over the fear: the fear that all of these ghosts will attach or temporarily follow someone like me who can clearly see them and make eye contact. Ghosts love to be heard, seen, and understood. Just like we do.
Some spirits travel or stay put in groups. Some are familial groups, others died together, others share a love or hatred toward something or person, others just had "an instinct pull" - as one spirit explained - to a specific area or patrol area. Part one is Family.
These are usually wonderful.. what's better than staying forever with your family? On the other side of that coin however: what's worse than staying forever with your family.
Some of us have been blessed with loving families that we could joyfully picture ourselves with, spending decades of time growing and learning about one another and truly bonding with permanently. These family groups usually stay here to take care of their decedents, great grand kids are like soap operas in which you have vested interest. They protect and guide and offer solace during hardships. This family grouping isn't Earthbound, as many psychics/mediums would say - but they are free to travel the worlds opened up to them at the time of death.. and that includes this one. It's not a one way ticket to what people call Heaven or Shangrila, Nirvana, Summerland and so on - it's more like having a computer with endless tabs and windows they can switch from at lightening speeds. They're not encumbered by time, not restrained by flesh and its weaknesses. I have witnessed countless happy family groupings, and most people have quite a bunch of these in their corner.. so to speak! Know that loving family members never abandon or forget about you, instead, they will follow you through your life and do their best to help you to safety and reach your potential. If you ask for help, they will come.
But then, in a saddening contrast, there are also family groups tied by trauma or deep seated hatred, or a feeling of hellish obligation. We'll go through each of the aforementioned types but know that these aren't the only reasons why the negative family stays together Posthumously, there are countless reasons, but these are the ones I've seen the most in spirit families.
Trauma can hold a family together, if most of the spirits haven't fully healed from a trauma. These traumas can be anytime during their life, perimortem, or even way after death if their living family is greatly affected. This traumatic bond can either heal the members of the family and bring them closer - or blame cycles can break them apart into strangers.
I wish to write more, but that'll have to wait :)
Some spirits travel or stay put in groups. Some are familial groups, others died together, others share a love or hatred toward something or person, others just had "an instinct pull" - as one spirit explained - to a specific area or patrol area. Part one is Family.
Family Groupings
These are usually wonderful.. what's better than staying forever with your family? On the other side of that coin however: what's worse than staying forever with your family.
Some of us have been blessed with loving families that we could joyfully picture ourselves with, spending decades of time growing and learning about one another and truly bonding with permanently. These family groups usually stay here to take care of their decedents, great grand kids are like soap operas in which you have vested interest. They protect and guide and offer solace during hardships. This family grouping isn't Earthbound, as many psychics/mediums would say - but they are free to travel the worlds opened up to them at the time of death.. and that includes this one. It's not a one way ticket to what people call Heaven or Shangrila, Nirvana, Summerland and so on - it's more like having a computer with endless tabs and windows they can switch from at lightening speeds. They're not encumbered by time, not restrained by flesh and its weaknesses. I have witnessed countless happy family groupings, and most people have quite a bunch of these in their corner.. so to speak! Know that loving family members never abandon or forget about you, instead, they will follow you through your life and do their best to help you to safety and reach your potential. If you ask for help, they will come.
But then, in a saddening contrast, there are also family groups tied by trauma or deep seated hatred, or a feeling of hellish obligation. We'll go through each of the aforementioned types but know that these aren't the only reasons why the negative family stays together Posthumously, there are countless reasons, but these are the ones I've seen the most in spirit families.
Trauma can hold a family together, if most of the spirits haven't fully healed from a trauma. These traumas can be anytime during their life, perimortem, or even way after death if their living family is greatly affected. This traumatic bond can either heal the members of the family and bring them closer - or blame cycles can break them apart into strangers.
I wish to write more, but that'll have to wait :)
Monday, June 16, 2008
Lafleche Caves, Quebec, Second Visit: Little Girl Ghost, Two Boys, and Creepy Cretins.
June 6th, 2008: Finally I get some time to write this experience out, I've been busy with upcoming events and health problems.. and so I haven't had a good enough moment to start.
(Update on day of posting June 16th - Sorry about the delay there was lots going on for me, including my best friend getting married this month!!!)
First of all, I find second visits to a place of interesting spirits a more detailed experience. The spirits primarily know that you can see them truly, and they know that you're not going to misuse the information they give you. Although some spirits love it when you use their info for most unscrupulous pursuits, I just don't like bad Karma so I stay away from it. I suggest everyone do the same, but of course I'm not Grand Mom to the Universe.. lol.
The Cave is beautiful during Winter Months (yes it's been that long since I've had the notes and need to write this!). Icicles are giant, like walking sticks poking out of the sandy rock at your feet, and very spectacular are the condensation-covered bats huddling together in sleepy droves. You'll see pictures in a minute. I could see why some ghosts wish to stay there, every season brings a new magic to the park and cave. The only problem with ice is that it can create false orbs!! So I've only included the interesting orbs.
As Marc and Cornelie of Lafleche take us through the cave, I can hear whispers of children, groaning of a few morally bankrupt men, pleas from those who have died in such quick tragedy, near silent groups of touristic type ghosts commenting about the cave, and old spirits flowing from chamber to chamber. The first visit I was more focused on not falling (I'm a klutz), and I had no clue the place was haunted so I didn't meditate prior to coming at all. My brain needs to be focused to hear the "quieter" goings on, so to speak.
The Little Girl Ghost "Lor"
Wearing a dress over pants (cuffs are rolled up on the pants as they are much too long for her), rubber boots, a light coloured T-Shirt, messy blond hair, big adorable eyes, button nose, and lots and lots of big wide smiles, the Little Girl is my favorite of the ghosts I encountered here. I think she said her name was Lorrie or Lauren - a Lor name, due to her Lor nickname. I know, not very detailed a name, but sometimes I lack details I really want to grasp. It's like wanting to hold a wild bird, if you even move in too much earnest, it'll fly away. But I did get some rather unexpected details.
She showed me some jumping jacks in her right hand, and told me, "My Father made them." Now either he worked/works at a toy factory, or he just wanted to make the toy more precious by saying he made them. I don't think her mother and father are dead yet, as I didn't see them around her, and she gets a little sad when thinking of them.
Lor loves bats. She wants to protect them, and often cautioned me because my helmet was waay too close to a little baby bat or a small cluster of bats. The ceiling can be low in certain places, but still comfortable. She also loves the story of the porcupines as told by Marc - if you haven't been already, all the cavers turn their lights off for a little while as Marc tells a story.
In that same area, she sits on a bench next to me as my significant other and the cave experts to another area. She wanted me to herself, which reminds me of my nephews. Kids love to have undivided attention, and I could see that she was irritated by my attention being taken from all present. She also loved Marc and Cornelie's attention, as once in a while it appeared they were looking right at her. I'm not sure if they have a gift, as it's not for me to say (only the person with the Gift can tell you if they are or not) - but it really appeared as though they looked at her on a couple of occasions. I find that a great number of people do this - look at ghosts straight on but swear they couldn't see anything. This is a matter of great interest for me, and I wonder if people can see Them on another level, or rather sense.
Anyways, throughout my entire visit inside the cave, she was there - showing me where there were passages. The Guides nodded to me every time, ensuring me this was true - which of course made Lor really pleased. Also, and I'm not at moral liberty to say where, she said that there were "hidden goodies" that she didn't want the "bad men" to get. She wanted Marc to find them. She explained that they are treasures, to her, and really were precious to her personally. She continues to say that the secret passages is where she plays for hours, listening to echoes, finding patterns in the rock, communicating with the bats (she called it "telling stories" to and with the bats), and finding her treasures.
On a sad note, she explained, as she did the time before but in a less obvious way (I couldn't even see her the time before when I visited, just impressions) that she had died falling. She showed me how her ribs felt, her bones, crackling and there was so much pressure on her. She felt like a bunch of sticks under an elephant's foot. She does not like to climb stairs.
Lor, like any child who has died before the muddy waters of the loss of innocence, is a wonderful spirit with eternal optimism and a light as sweet and glowing as a sunrise on the perfect day. I can't express how wonderful it is to be in the company of Child Spirits. This is not, of course, a rule that cannot be broken. I have met many ghosts stripped of their innocence at a very young age, and they feel old and dusty way before their time. I will post about this later, for now we focus on the caves, otherwise I'll never be done this article. Lor is one of those Child Spirits that hasn't been broken emotionally, and that makes her friendly, darling, and open minded to anyone she comes across. So far she just doesn't like "Jacques" another spirit we will go onto in juxtaposition to Lor.
"Jacques"
Very dissimilar from Lor is a middle aged (in appearance only) spirit that threw a whole bunch of typical french names at me. Either his name is really Jean-Luc Jacques, or he was making fun of me, withholding his real name.. as many spirits know that irritates me. Why? Well I like to research into the lives of these spirits, and without a real name, it's very difficult. We will call him Jacques in this article, to perhaps assuage his Puckish nature.
He loves to scare the little girl, and enjoys it. All throughout the tour, he was trying to scare people around me - but to no avail. They couldn't see him! Frustrating for him of course. He tried to scare me a couple of times, and of course succeeded a couple of times.
Jacques has an uneven and pointed beard, with a messy mustache. His right shoulder is lower than the left, in a leaning posture. He has a hairy chest which is seen as his dirty shirt is unbuttoned a few buttons, he may have a wooden tooth or just a badly rotten tooth that appears the same colour as wood. He looks sleazy, baggy clothes, belly showing due to his short shirt and jacket.. perhaps torn (shirt). He's definitely a criminal, and very proud of it.
He walks with a limp, is a heavy smoker of weird brown cigarettes (maybe cigarillos?) and he has a distinctive sweaty smell. He feels as though the cave is his territory, as it was in life.
The word Chasseur comes up frequently when I see him, the French word for Hunter, however it may be a word that merely sound like Chasseur.
He has two Native American companions, both speak French well, English, and a language I don't understand - perhaps their native tongue. In live they used the cave as temporary storage of their stolen goods, but quickly moved it out when it was ready to be sold. He is most prominent near the Diving Area - where he shoves people a little, but to no avail other than a slight feeling of pressure. He's not what I would consider a dangerous ghost, just a little tiny bit of a bully. In life, however, he was dangerous: a fan of torture, extortion, murder.
(Addendum on June 2nd, 10:39pm) - After writing this, I began having some rather bad experiences. Bad, horrible emotions, that came out of no where. A shadowy figure. I retract my earlier words that this spirit isn't dangerous, he is dangerous and I will put a measure of care when speaking about this one. I also saw there is a "Voyageur" connection to him.
Native Boy
13-16 years old, this young man was crushed, suffocated, and although he was very prone to stupid risks, he was brave and had great love for his family. He was searching for something his sister either left, or wanted, near the cave. As he searched for the item, he fell into a little hole - just small enough for him to land almost at the bottom. He tried to climb, wiggle his way back up, but it was too tight, and lose stones threatened him. So he wriggled down, hoping there was a way out through this hole. He remembered learning something about water erosion and how it can bore holes through solid rock over time.. and so he sensed that there was a way out. As he continued to climb down, he heard more stones loosened and then a great crack. A large amount of stones, including a couple of big ones, crushed him into a horizontal part of that erosion hole. After only moments, he died - his body pushed into an unnatural shape. As he left his body and understood he was meeting his death - he felt awful that his sister's wish went unanswered. He felt awful for his family.
At first when I encountered him, I saw a squished body, much like the Lindow Man (a preserved human who was mummified by bog). "Alulu" I'm not sure what that means, but he says it whenever I see his body. I will Google it after I write this, as I don't want to colour this particular communication. Anyways, there was a marking on his left cheek - like a star (the Native young man, not the Lindow Man), his left foot bent completely out of shape, his right leg tucked in, right arm over his right leg, and his left arm behind his head - almost appearing like he was comfortably in sleep. His neck is visibly broken. Of course he feels no pain anymore, only the confusion of "where is my body?" as no one has found it. He may be mistaken about the actual location of his body, as I am told it is in a place where he could not have possibly gotten into.
The Two Friends
Two young boys, having fun, smiling, running around the cave just being boys. It's a glimpse into heaven - being able to play with your best buddy whenever you want, whatever you want, however you want! They died in a minivan crash nearby and during their many endless hours of exploring - found Lafleche Caves. They tend to stay close to the entrance and exit, and play - explore - and talk to one another. One has a fishing hat, and a fishing vest with many pockets (green vest, dark grey khaki hat) - he has a sharp featured face and the freshness of youth is strong in his features and skin. The other boy has curly hair, sometimes a similar hat as his friend, and a walking stick or perhaps a "weapon" in a game (it's a sturdy straight branch).
Black Cloud + Tourist Spirits
As you enter the final chamber of the caves, you go down a small flight of metal stairs. As I was climbing down I got a very sinister feeling and turned around: there was a massive black cloud coming towards me and my group. I wanted to leave the cave then and there. Marc, our guide, told us about a tire fire that had been lit - and so it made me wonder. Was this an apparition, as in a spirit, or was it just a snapshot of the past? I sensed no communication in this cloud other than a very distinct urge to get out.
Right after those aforementioned steps, I saw a group of tourists waiting for their photo to be taken. I am not sure if all the spirits mentioned in this article will stay here forever, or if some are merely passing by - like these tourist spirits.
(Update on day of posting June 16th - Sorry about the delay there was lots going on for me, including my best friend getting married this month!!!)
First of all, I find second visits to a place of interesting spirits a more detailed experience. The spirits primarily know that you can see them truly, and they know that you're not going to misuse the information they give you. Although some spirits love it when you use their info for most unscrupulous pursuits, I just don't like bad Karma so I stay away from it. I suggest everyone do the same, but of course I'm not Grand Mom to the Universe.. lol.
The Cave is beautiful during Winter Months (yes it's been that long since I've had the notes and need to write this!). Icicles are giant, like walking sticks poking out of the sandy rock at your feet, and very spectacular are the condensation-covered bats huddling together in sleepy droves. You'll see pictures in a minute. I could see why some ghosts wish to stay there, every season brings a new magic to the park and cave. The only problem with ice is that it can create false orbs!! So I've only included the interesting orbs.
As Marc and Cornelie of Lafleche take us through the cave, I can hear whispers of children, groaning of a few morally bankrupt men, pleas from those who have died in such quick tragedy, near silent groups of touristic type ghosts commenting about the cave, and old spirits flowing from chamber to chamber. The first visit I was more focused on not falling (I'm a klutz), and I had no clue the place was haunted so I didn't meditate prior to coming at all. My brain needs to be focused to hear the "quieter" goings on, so to speak.
The Little Girl Ghost "Lor"
Wearing a dress over pants (cuffs are rolled up on the pants as they are much too long for her), rubber boots, a light coloured T-Shirt, messy blond hair, big adorable eyes, button nose, and lots and lots of big wide smiles, the Little Girl is my favorite of the ghosts I encountered here. I think she said her name was Lorrie or Lauren - a Lor name, due to her Lor nickname. I know, not very detailed a name, but sometimes I lack details I really want to grasp. It's like wanting to hold a wild bird, if you even move in too much earnest, it'll fly away. But I did get some rather unexpected details.
She showed me some jumping jacks in her right hand, and told me, "My Father made them." Now either he worked/works at a toy factory, or he just wanted to make the toy more precious by saying he made them. I don't think her mother and father are dead yet, as I didn't see them around her, and she gets a little sad when thinking of them.
Lor loves bats. She wants to protect them, and often cautioned me because my helmet was waay too close to a little baby bat or a small cluster of bats. The ceiling can be low in certain places, but still comfortable. She also loves the story of the porcupines as told by Marc - if you haven't been already, all the cavers turn their lights off for a little while as Marc tells a story.
In that same area, she sits on a bench next to me as my significant other and the cave experts to another area. She wanted me to herself, which reminds me of my nephews. Kids love to have undivided attention, and I could see that she was irritated by my attention being taken from all present. She also loved Marc and Cornelie's attention, as once in a while it appeared they were looking right at her. I'm not sure if they have a gift, as it's not for me to say (only the person with the Gift can tell you if they are or not) - but it really appeared as though they looked at her on a couple of occasions. I find that a great number of people do this - look at ghosts straight on but swear they couldn't see anything. This is a matter of great interest for me, and I wonder if people can see Them on another level, or rather sense.
Anyways, throughout my entire visit inside the cave, she was there - showing me where there were passages. The Guides nodded to me every time, ensuring me this was true - which of course made Lor really pleased. Also, and I'm not at moral liberty to say where, she said that there were "hidden goodies" that she didn't want the "bad men" to get. She wanted Marc to find them. She explained that they are treasures, to her, and really were precious to her personally. She continues to say that the secret passages is where she plays for hours, listening to echoes, finding patterns in the rock, communicating with the bats (she called it "telling stories" to and with the bats), and finding her treasures.
On a sad note, she explained, as she did the time before but in a less obvious way (I couldn't even see her the time before when I visited, just impressions) that she had died falling. She showed me how her ribs felt, her bones, crackling and there was so much pressure on her. She felt like a bunch of sticks under an elephant's foot. She does not like to climb stairs.
Lor, like any child who has died before the muddy waters of the loss of innocence, is a wonderful spirit with eternal optimism and a light as sweet and glowing as a sunrise on the perfect day. I can't express how wonderful it is to be in the company of Child Spirits. This is not, of course, a rule that cannot be broken. I have met many ghosts stripped of their innocence at a very young age, and they feel old and dusty way before their time. I will post about this later, for now we focus on the caves, otherwise I'll never be done this article. Lor is one of those Child Spirits that hasn't been broken emotionally, and that makes her friendly, darling, and open minded to anyone she comes across. So far she just doesn't like "Jacques" another spirit we will go onto in juxtaposition to Lor.
"Jacques"
Very dissimilar from Lor is a middle aged (in appearance only) spirit that threw a whole bunch of typical french names at me. Either his name is really Jean-Luc Jacques, or he was making fun of me, withholding his real name.. as many spirits know that irritates me. Why? Well I like to research into the lives of these spirits, and without a real name, it's very difficult. We will call him Jacques in this article, to perhaps assuage his Puckish nature.
He loves to scare the little girl, and enjoys it. All throughout the tour, he was trying to scare people around me - but to no avail. They couldn't see him! Frustrating for him of course. He tried to scare me a couple of times, and of course succeeded a couple of times.
Jacques has an uneven and pointed beard, with a messy mustache. His right shoulder is lower than the left, in a leaning posture. He has a hairy chest which is seen as his dirty shirt is unbuttoned a few buttons, he may have a wooden tooth or just a badly rotten tooth that appears the same colour as wood. He looks sleazy, baggy clothes, belly showing due to his short shirt and jacket.. perhaps torn (shirt). He's definitely a criminal, and very proud of it.
He walks with a limp, is a heavy smoker of weird brown cigarettes (maybe cigarillos?) and he has a distinctive sweaty smell. He feels as though the cave is his territory, as it was in life.
The word Chasseur comes up frequently when I see him, the French word for Hunter, however it may be a word that merely sound like Chasseur.
He has two Native American companions, both speak French well, English, and a language I don't understand - perhaps their native tongue. In live they used the cave as temporary storage of their stolen goods, but quickly moved it out when it was ready to be sold. He is most prominent near the Diving Area - where he shoves people a little, but to no avail other than a slight feeling of pressure. He's not what I would consider a dangerous ghost, just a little tiny bit of a bully. In life, however, he was dangerous: a fan of torture, extortion, murder.
(Addendum on June 2nd, 10:39pm) - After writing this, I began having some rather bad experiences. Bad, horrible emotions, that came out of no where. A shadowy figure. I retract my earlier words that this spirit isn't dangerous, he is dangerous and I will put a measure of care when speaking about this one. I also saw there is a "Voyageur" connection to him.
Native Boy
13-16 years old, this young man was crushed, suffocated, and although he was very prone to stupid risks, he was brave and had great love for his family. He was searching for something his sister either left, or wanted, near the cave. As he searched for the item, he fell into a little hole - just small enough for him to land almost at the bottom. He tried to climb, wiggle his way back up, but it was too tight, and lose stones threatened him. So he wriggled down, hoping there was a way out through this hole. He remembered learning something about water erosion and how it can bore holes through solid rock over time.. and so he sensed that there was a way out. As he continued to climb down, he heard more stones loosened and then a great crack. A large amount of stones, including a couple of big ones, crushed him into a horizontal part of that erosion hole. After only moments, he died - his body pushed into an unnatural shape. As he left his body and understood he was meeting his death - he felt awful that his sister's wish went unanswered. He felt awful for his family.
At first when I encountered him, I saw a squished body, much like the Lindow Man (a preserved human who was mummified by bog). "Alulu" I'm not sure what that means, but he says it whenever I see his body. I will Google it after I write this, as I don't want to colour this particular communication. Anyways, there was a marking on his left cheek - like a star (the Native young man, not the Lindow Man), his left foot bent completely out of shape, his right leg tucked in, right arm over his right leg, and his left arm behind his head - almost appearing like he was comfortably in sleep. His neck is visibly broken. Of course he feels no pain anymore, only the confusion of "where is my body?" as no one has found it. He may be mistaken about the actual location of his body, as I am told it is in a place where he could not have possibly gotten into.
The Two Friends
Two young boys, having fun, smiling, running around the cave just being boys. It's a glimpse into heaven - being able to play with your best buddy whenever you want, whatever you want, however you want! They died in a minivan crash nearby and during their many endless hours of exploring - found Lafleche Caves. They tend to stay close to the entrance and exit, and play - explore - and talk to one another. One has a fishing hat, and a fishing vest with many pockets (green vest, dark grey khaki hat) - he has a sharp featured face and the freshness of youth is strong in his features and skin. The other boy has curly hair, sometimes a similar hat as his friend, and a walking stick or perhaps a "weapon" in a game (it's a sturdy straight branch).
Black Cloud + Tourist Spirits
As you enter the final chamber of the caves, you go down a small flight of metal stairs. As I was climbing down I got a very sinister feeling and turned around: there was a massive black cloud coming towards me and my group. I wanted to leave the cave then and there. Marc, our guide, told us about a tire fire that had been lit - and so it made me wonder. Was this an apparition, as in a spirit, or was it just a snapshot of the past? I sensed no communication in this cloud other than a very distinct urge to get out.
Right after those aforementioned steps, I saw a group of tourists waiting for their photo to be taken. I am not sure if all the spirits mentioned in this article will stay here forever, or if some are merely passing by - like these tourist spirits.
Thus ends this article #2 on the caves. There's a lot more I'd like to write but I will save it for another article, as I really really want to post this. I saw some things that I'm afraid to write, and other things I think would be dangerous to write. Overall the place is safe, but also very populated with spirits - hence my second trip. If you don't want to see spirits, just be strong in that want and generally the mind's fail safes will click in and stop you from seeing things. If you wish to experience spirits, this is a great place to start. Open your mind, put aside your fears, and let the impressions roll over you without clasping onto them. Overall, I would advise that you respect the spirits here, as there is a spirit in there that definitely doesn't like to be taken lightly; I would advise that you enjoy the impressions you get and learn to open yourself to that other side of this fantastic universe.
Many thanks to the staff at Lafleche Caves, who were very welcoming, accommodating, and above all else - friends. :)
Till next time, and photos will be posted later on this article.
Postscript: I am still quite ill so please please please pardon me for taking soooo long to write back. Months seem to be a good estimate of how long it takes me, please don't take offense.
Coming up: Ghost Gatherings - why some spirits group together; Cornwall Historical Jail in Ontario; and much more.
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Need Help with Translation
Hello again! On this lovely Spring day I've lots to talk about but will be brief for now. I've almost got the Lafleche Caves part II done (editing for spelling and grammar.. as I have many issues in those departments.. lol).
I was in the mall when a skinless deceased (and very apparently male) sprit saw that I made eye contact with him. Silly, yes, but sometimes I do that automatically and now I think I should walk with my eyes directed to the ground. Anyways, he keeps saying a few things over and over and has followed me to my significant other's home. If you can translate, please write to my email address.
Here is what he is repeating somewhat sporadically, and in much exasperation that I don't know what he's talking about. Spelled phoenetically:
"kouda bita (my SO said it could be the German word Bitte as the words are pronounced the same) omb(r?)adray kulos maie" Short, and not always in the same order with a couple of words, as sometimes he gets more upset. e=mc squared is also something that flashes into my mind as he speaks.. but this could mean "Relative" "Relativity" or intelligence or ? Aongory is also said, and I'm wondering if it's an accented person saying "Angry"
I can't see his ethnicity due to lack of skin, so I have no idea. Let me know if you have an idea.
For reasons of protecting me from evil spammers, I am going to write out the address with many spaces (irregular spacing, and the hyphen is part of the email. I know it's a pain but I already get about 200 a day so I need to find a way to stop that ever increasing number.
a r oo u l u - d e a d c o n v e r sa tions @ y a hoo .ca
Hugs
Me.
I was in the mall when a skinless deceased (and very apparently male) sprit saw that I made eye contact with him. Silly, yes, but sometimes I do that automatically and now I think I should walk with my eyes directed to the ground. Anyways, he keeps saying a few things over and over and has followed me to my significant other's home. If you can translate, please write to my email address.
Here is what he is repeating somewhat sporadically, and in much exasperation that I don't know what he's talking about. Spelled phoenetically:
"kouda bita (my SO said it could be the German word Bitte as the words are pronounced the same) omb(r?)adray kulos maie" Short, and not always in the same order with a couple of words, as sometimes he gets more upset. e=mc squared is also something that flashes into my mind as he speaks.. but this could mean "Relative" "Relativity" or intelligence or ? Aongory is also said, and I'm wondering if it's an accented person saying "Angry"
I can't see his ethnicity due to lack of skin, so I have no idea. Let me know if you have an idea.
For reasons of protecting me from evil spammers, I am going to write out the address with many spaces (irregular spacing, and the hyphen is part of the email. I know it's a pain but I already get about 200 a day so I need to find a way to stop that ever increasing number.
a r oo u l u - d e a d c o n v e r sa tions @ y a hoo .ca
Hugs
Me.
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Wedding stuff
My friend's wedding is coming up soon, and as the maid of honor I'm quite busy. Thus writing back to emails is difficult at the moment :(
I will get back to your messages asap, and I will post the new articles asap.
Hugs
Me.
I will get back to your messages asap, and I will post the new articles asap.
Hugs
Me.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Why do I sometimes feel intense specific fear when spirits are around?
This was an excellent question posed by Julie and a few other readers and friends.
Do you ever feel like there are people around you and fear overwhelms you? Like you have to run away and hide from it? That sinking feeling you're being watched or told to get out?
Well first off, there must be mention of mental disorders, as I do not want to reinforce mental illness by saying it's ALWAYS ghosts. Paranoia, Schizophrenia, Anxiety Disorder, and a host of other challenges can cause this feeling - so if you suffer from any mental illness, take that into consideration first. There may not be any ghosts around you, but your brain is making you think that. Brains are double edged swords sometimes, so to speak.
Next, I believe we all have a varying extent of psychic ability. Just like people have varying extents of sensory ability - like I can see more colours than some people can see, or smell things that most people can - but I can't see that far and I have overly sensitive hearing (I can hear less but more loudly). Some people have 20/20 or better vision, and others need special glasses just to see a little bit.
You might be psychic and not know it, and your brain is telling you there are spirits around, or something bad or important is going to happen, or happening. Recently I felt sad, grieving anxious, and fearful for no reason, and then my friend called me with a death in the family. Perhaps when you get that feeling - someone in your circle of loved ones is sick or in trouble. When you feel really horrible fear/panic and you have no history of mental illness, you might want to call your friends and family to see how they're doing. Don't tell them you have a bad feeling unless you have some kind of specifics - even a vague sense of what's wrong.. like "Don't get into your car till tomorrow" or "don't walk home tonight, get a cab" or "go visit the doctor, and get him to check out your lungs".
You might be sensing spirits, and they can vaguely sense or observe that you are sensing them.. and they might be frustrated that you can't hear them.
You may be feeling a message from a spirit but you're unable to decipher it due to lack of practice or fine tuning your skills.
You may be in the presence of a malevolent spirit, in which case just get out of the room or area. If you have no choice, like if it's at work or home or school, keep thinking or saying (depending on if there are people watching) "please leave me alone" or "I can't understand you."
(I'll add more to this later)
Do you ever feel like there are people around you and fear overwhelms you? Like you have to run away and hide from it? That sinking feeling you're being watched or told to get out?
Well first off, there must be mention of mental disorders, as I do not want to reinforce mental illness by saying it's ALWAYS ghosts. Paranoia, Schizophrenia, Anxiety Disorder, and a host of other challenges can cause this feeling - so if you suffer from any mental illness, take that into consideration first. There may not be any ghosts around you, but your brain is making you think that. Brains are double edged swords sometimes, so to speak.
Next, I believe we all have a varying extent of psychic ability. Just like people have varying extents of sensory ability - like I can see more colours than some people can see, or smell things that most people can - but I can't see that far and I have overly sensitive hearing (I can hear less but more loudly). Some people have 20/20 or better vision, and others need special glasses just to see a little bit.
You might be psychic and not know it, and your brain is telling you there are spirits around, or something bad or important is going to happen, or happening. Recently I felt sad, grieving anxious, and fearful for no reason, and then my friend called me with a death in the family. Perhaps when you get that feeling - someone in your circle of loved ones is sick or in trouble. When you feel really horrible fear/panic and you have no history of mental illness, you might want to call your friends and family to see how they're doing. Don't tell them you have a bad feeling unless you have some kind of specifics - even a vague sense of what's wrong.. like "Don't get into your car till tomorrow" or "don't walk home tonight, get a cab" or "go visit the doctor, and get him to check out your lungs".
You might be sensing spirits, and they can vaguely sense or observe that you are sensing them.. and they might be frustrated that you can't hear them.
You may be feeling a message from a spirit but you're unable to decipher it due to lack of practice or fine tuning your skills.
You may be in the presence of a malevolent spirit, in which case just get out of the room or area. If you have no choice, like if it's at work or home or school, keep thinking or saying (depending on if there are people watching) "please leave me alone" or "I can't understand you."
(I'll add more to this later)
Friday, February 22, 2008
Upcoming articles
Hello readers :)
Thanks for all the great mail! I hope you all aren't discouraged when I take time to write back - I wait till I have the time to properly and thoroughly write back. I read them all as they come, however, and they're a highlight to my day.
I'm working on a few things now, and my wish is that all will get done before summer.. health and time willing.
Thanks for all the great mail! I hope you all aren't discouraged when I take time to write back - I wait till I have the time to properly and thoroughly write back. I read them all as they come, however, and they're a highlight to my day.
I'm working on a few things now, and my wish is that all will get done before summer.. health and time willing.
- Lafleche Caves Part II - I recently went back, got more photos, and communicated with more dead. Much more information this time, confirmed by the wonderful staff/crew.
- Dousing with the Dead - sensing water, minerals, "treasure", and other such things using the dead.
- Children and the Dead - an email recently inspired me to write about how to tell if your children see/sense the dead, and if it's a positive or a negative thing.
- The Haunted Jail of Cornwall
- The Ghost of the Natural History Museum in Ottawa
- The Cumberland Heritage Inn Ghost
- The Chateau Laurier Ghost
- And more articles answering your questions.
For anti-spam purposes, I've spaced out the letters in my email address, as I already get about 80-100 spam mails per DAY. So write out the following without ANY spaces, and you'll reach me pronto.
a r oo lu - de ad co nv er sa tions @yaho o .ca
Sincerely and Excitedly,
Your Medium Friend
Friday, December 07, 2007
Orbs: how can one tell the difference?
The problem with the phenomenon known as Orbs is that there can be several explanations for a false Orb. Before I continue, let me assure you that I welcome people sending me their photos at: a r oo lu-d e a dco n v e rsa t i on s@yahoo.ca
(no spaces in that email address, I just have to add the spaces so that spammers can't auto-copy my email)
Add in the subject line "Ghost Photo" or "Ghost Photos" or "Ghost video" so I know to open up my graphics program to check the signs. And I will absolutely publish them here if I determine they're really spirits or if I just can't tell.
So let's go through things that are not orbs in the first list:
1) Dust motes. In darkly lit areas, you can't see floating dust very well unless you have a good flashlight. Then you'll be able to see the tiny flecks. They reflect extremely well at times creating a very bright little orb. Dust motes follow certain rules when photographed up close: no dramatically jagged edges, they don't cluster into neat groups but more in a chaotic fashion, they don't cast a shadow on the ground or walls that should be easily visible. If your orb casts a shadow, send it to me or Art Bell asap ;)
2) Water droplets. Rain photographed with flash will make beautiful looking orb-like motes. Mist and fog is the same. They make for excellent fake ghost photos, and I've seen plenty of them. Now this doesn't mean that if you took a photo of a ghost during rain, mist, or fog that it's not a ghost. All it means is you have to be careful and closely analyze the picture. I use Adobe and carefully look at edges (blurred or sharp), reflections, shadows, and colour. Shutter speed is another thing to take note when you consider. A long exposure will show the directionality of the rain, and any small wind variance in fog and mist. So if all the rain is going one way, and your orb is perfectly still - you might have something there.
3) Dirty lens. Easily checked, as things on the lens will have a blurry border, fairly uniform in the blurring. It's best when taking ghost photos to take several photographs in order to see if the orb appears in the exact same place in the composition, denoting fixed matter on the lens or a problem with the camera itself.
4) Distant light source. If you're taking a photograph in the day and the orb is bright and has the pattern of light on the inside to duller on the outside, you must consider distance light sources such as far away traffic lights, street lights, house lights, or even someone with a flashlight. Take another photo at night and you'll be able to see if it's a light better. Or take the photo on another day and see if the light is present in the same area of the composition.
5) Water reflection. This can make for spectacular orbs, especially at night. You might be taking a photo downward and not know you're in a bog, marsh, or there's just a leaf with dew collected on it. Dew drops are great for mistaken orbs. If the photo is taken early in the morning or very late at night, consider dew.
6) Glitter
7) Confetti
8) Bioluminescence (From fish, invertebrates, to bacteria - examples are fireflies, glowing mushrooms, ocean glowing algae)
9) Glow sticks or black light paint
10) If you're using a road flare or old fashioned flash powder or flash bulbs.
11) Embers and sparks
12) Volcanic activity (Very nice photo anyhow)
13) Lightening. Sometimes lightening balls/fireballs.. but those photos are cool by themselves.
14) St. Elmo's Fire (again very cool anyways)
15) Vehicles on ground, in the air, underwater. For example, a hot air balloon in the distance can make an interesting orb pattern if blurred in the background, and air planes can look very suspiciously alien or ghostly in the right conditions.
16) Personal air filters that need to be cleaned sometimes produce an interesting cluster of dust motes.
17) Fibreglass insulation. When taking photos in attics, basements, or a place being built or renovated: small particles of the insulation can make great faux-orbs.
There are many other things that could be orbs, such as mirrors or shiny surfaces, etc, that must be taken into consideration when I look over orb photos but I don't want to harp on for days. Now we'll move on to suspicious orbs, or orbs that I'd more closely investigate:
1) Orbs with jagged or non-blurry borders.
2) Orbs with little drooping lines of "ectoplasm" appearance, like melted wax dripping down from the orb - but sometimes translucent or transparent. As a Medium, I don't call such things ectoplasm because it's a synthetic term for something so hard to label. Somethings I don't put labels on to remind me of how undefined the spirit world can be. Anyways, those drippings are a big sign that the orbs merit much further investigation.
3) Orbs with very defined colour patterns or very defined markings on it. The most suspicious orb I've seen (in my personal collection) had defined markings inside that looked organic and impossible to pass off as any of the aforementioned items on the first list.
4) Rays or appendages coming from the orb, and by appendages I don't mean arms and legs. You'll know what I mean if you see them.
5) Orbs always around a certain person in any location.
6) Orbs clustered unnaturally, in some kind of order. For example, if they're in a circle or square formation, or in dense clusters but all around them is empty air.
7) Orbs with faces. Yep I've seen these, and sometimes they're photographs in the background that conjunct with dust motes or water etc - a great coincidence. But sometimes orbs truly have faces in them.
8) Orbs with writing. Extremely rare, I've only read about one that had the word "Glory" in it, which was pertinent to the home owner's family.
9) Orbs bleeding (any colour, any texture)
So I hope this is helpful to new investigators, and I welcome your ghost photos.
(no spaces in that email address, I just have to add the spaces so that spammers can't auto-copy my email)
Add in the subject line "Ghost Photo" or "Ghost Photos" or "Ghost video" so I know to open up my graphics program to check the signs. And I will absolutely publish them here if I determine they're really spirits or if I just can't tell.
So let's go through things that are not orbs in the first list:
1) Dust motes. In darkly lit areas, you can't see floating dust very well unless you have a good flashlight. Then you'll be able to see the tiny flecks. They reflect extremely well at times creating a very bright little orb. Dust motes follow certain rules when photographed up close: no dramatically jagged edges, they don't cluster into neat groups but more in a chaotic fashion, they don't cast a shadow on the ground or walls that should be easily visible. If your orb casts a shadow, send it to me or Art Bell asap ;)
2) Water droplets. Rain photographed with flash will make beautiful looking orb-like motes. Mist and fog is the same. They make for excellent fake ghost photos, and I've seen plenty of them. Now this doesn't mean that if you took a photo of a ghost during rain, mist, or fog that it's not a ghost. All it means is you have to be careful and closely analyze the picture. I use Adobe and carefully look at edges (blurred or sharp), reflections, shadows, and colour. Shutter speed is another thing to take note when you consider. A long exposure will show the directionality of the rain, and any small wind variance in fog and mist. So if all the rain is going one way, and your orb is perfectly still - you might have something there.
3) Dirty lens. Easily checked, as things on the lens will have a blurry border, fairly uniform in the blurring. It's best when taking ghost photos to take several photographs in order to see if the orb appears in the exact same place in the composition, denoting fixed matter on the lens or a problem with the camera itself.
4) Distant light source. If you're taking a photograph in the day and the orb is bright and has the pattern of light on the inside to duller on the outside, you must consider distance light sources such as far away traffic lights, street lights, house lights, or even someone with a flashlight. Take another photo at night and you'll be able to see if it's a light better. Or take the photo on another day and see if the light is present in the same area of the composition.
5) Water reflection. This can make for spectacular orbs, especially at night. You might be taking a photo downward and not know you're in a bog, marsh, or there's just a leaf with dew collected on it. Dew drops are great for mistaken orbs. If the photo is taken early in the morning or very late at night, consider dew.
6) Glitter
7) Confetti
8) Bioluminescence (From fish, invertebrates, to bacteria - examples are fireflies, glowing mushrooms, ocean glowing algae)
9) Glow sticks or black light paint
10) If you're using a road flare or old fashioned flash powder or flash bulbs.
11) Embers and sparks
12) Volcanic activity (Very nice photo anyhow)
13) Lightening. Sometimes lightening balls/fireballs.. but those photos are cool by themselves.
14) St. Elmo's Fire (again very cool anyways)
15) Vehicles on ground, in the air, underwater. For example, a hot air balloon in the distance can make an interesting orb pattern if blurred in the background, and air planes can look very suspiciously alien or ghostly in the right conditions.
16) Personal air filters that need to be cleaned sometimes produce an interesting cluster of dust motes.
17) Fibreglass insulation. When taking photos in attics, basements, or a place being built or renovated: small particles of the insulation can make great faux-orbs.
There are many other things that could be orbs, such as mirrors or shiny surfaces, etc, that must be taken into consideration when I look over orb photos but I don't want to harp on for days. Now we'll move on to suspicious orbs, or orbs that I'd more closely investigate:
1) Orbs with jagged or non-blurry borders.
2) Orbs with little drooping lines of "ectoplasm" appearance, like melted wax dripping down from the orb - but sometimes translucent or transparent. As a Medium, I don't call such things ectoplasm because it's a synthetic term for something so hard to label. Somethings I don't put labels on to remind me of how undefined the spirit world can be. Anyways, those drippings are a big sign that the orbs merit much further investigation.
3) Orbs with very defined colour patterns or very defined markings on it. The most suspicious orb I've seen (in my personal collection) had defined markings inside that looked organic and impossible to pass off as any of the aforementioned items on the first list.
4) Rays or appendages coming from the orb, and by appendages I don't mean arms and legs. You'll know what I mean if you see them.
5) Orbs always around a certain person in any location.
6) Orbs clustered unnaturally, in some kind of order. For example, if they're in a circle or square formation, or in dense clusters but all around them is empty air.
7) Orbs with faces. Yep I've seen these, and sometimes they're photographs in the background that conjunct with dust motes or water etc - a great coincidence. But sometimes orbs truly have faces in them.
8) Orbs with writing. Extremely rare, I've only read about one that had the word "Glory" in it, which was pertinent to the home owner's family.
9) Orbs bleeding (any colour, any texture)
So I hope this is helpful to new investigators, and I welcome your ghost photos.
Sunday, March 11, 2007
"Sept Oranges de Beaulieu"
Sometimes the messages from the dead are not as clear as I'd like. Personally they make me feel either stupid, crazy, or lame at times, as I say to/ask people the weirdest things. Yesterday I had a spirit tell me to say to one of my aunts in Quebec: "Sept Oranges de Beaulieu" (Seven Oranges of Beaulieu)
Today, this became clear on Quebec news. The picture to the right shows a Fire (orange) that took place on the street of Beaulieu, the people - "septuagénaire" (in their seventies) escaped. Click on the photo for the article it is attached to.
When I got the message I got a sense of urgency and a sense of heat - so I threw caution to the wind and told my aunt. We aren't sure what her connection to this is, besides geography, but we're looking into it. We also only saw this on the news channel that we all watch.
I was also asking spirits whether or not I should continue my path of Spiritual Communication. Sometimes I need proof they're still there, I need proof in their power. Something like this premonition puts a little faith back into my path and makes me feel a little more comfortable about continuing.
So that was my quick note post for today. Time to get back to what it is I do. ;)
Friday, February 16, 2007
Another Note on Hell
Our eyes open up, shedding their lids, when we cross from "living" to "dead". If anything, this place is a womb - and the place outside life is as big as this universe is compared to a human womb. Although being here is certainly no waste of time. We must learn, we must shed our guilt and doubts before we die, and we must help other people do the same. If we have lots of guilt and doubts.. well we're going to have lots of schooling to do upon the last breath in our lungs. Of course this afterlife school isn't so bad for most of us.
Hell
Murderers, Rapists, and generally people who hurt others in malice.. well they have quite a lot of time in what I like to call "Boot Camp on Crack". Most people call it Hell. Boot camp here on Earth would be a Disney vacation compared to the Crucible of Purification that comes after evil doer's death. Souls can spend centuries getting "fixed" by spiritual teachers. This fixing can be agony, it can be a constant loop of the crime or crimes that continue until the soul sees what it did wrong. It can be their idea of Hell: fire and brimstone, ice and isolation, whatever the mind fears. "Scare them straight" says one spirit.
More on this later, as I'm fascinated by it, and spirits have a lot to say on the subject.
Hell
Murderers, Rapists, and generally people who hurt others in malice.. well they have quite a lot of time in what I like to call "Boot Camp on Crack". Most people call it Hell. Boot camp here on Earth would be a Disney vacation compared to the Crucible of Purification that comes after evil doer's death. Souls can spend centuries getting "fixed" by spiritual teachers. This fixing can be agony, it can be a constant loop of the crime or crimes that continue until the soul sees what it did wrong. It can be their idea of Hell: fire and brimstone, ice and isolation, whatever the mind fears. "Scare them straight" says one spirit.
More on this later, as I'm fascinated by it, and spirits have a lot to say on the subject.
A message from Escobar to his Sweetheart and Family.
Long time no post.. sorry about that. It's not that I haven't had anything to write about, that's for sure, just that busy-ness has kept me away from my computer.
Escobar came to me a week and a half ago. He's dead of course, as I rarely speak of discourse with the living here. When he was alive, he spoke only Spanish - and perhaps a little Portuguese (I'm not good with discerning languages I don't know.) He was fairly tall, from 5"10 to 6"1. He had chocolate coloured hair, curly - kind of sticking up in a square sort of shape. His face was rectangular, long that is, his jaw was square but soft. Brown eyes, but I can't see what shade of brown. Pouty lips. Heavier eyebrows.
Escobar died feeling very nauseous, a heavy weight on his chest and neck. I can't speak his language so I have to go by what he shows me. It felt like he was being crushed or pushed down in some way, but this may be an internal feeling. You know, how heart attacks can feel like your chest is being compressed. His last thoughts were about his "Mamma", holding her soft and wrinkled hand - a hand that was alike to the hand of God in his eyes. He loved her, and he never got the chance to be really affectionate and let her know how much he loved her. He wishes that he could tell her.
He was young when he died, in his thirties I think. He had a bit of a baby face so it's hard to pinpoint the age. He was a strong man with a big heart.
He wants to tell his girlfriend that the baby will always be under his protection. That he will watch over her and the baby all the time he can. He wants her to know that he was going to propose properly, that they were going to have a beautiful wedding with lots of magnolias (or flowers that look like magnolias), that there was going to be dancing under the stars. He was also going to build a house for her, or really renovate the house they were getting - so that it would be alike to a palace. He loved her very much, and warns other lovers not to take their true loves for granted as he did. He shows me this, he's very good at communicating without words. I would say a spirit this apt has been dead at least five years, or he was already quite psychic in life.
He says "Marquis" is an important way to identify him. He wasn't a marquis. He may be referring to a theater marquis- he worked at a theater for a while. Movie or live show, I don't know, I'm leaning towards movie.
He says he's always with his father, learning from him still. There's so much to learn after death.. it's only a beginning that will make you fall to your knees when you see how much there is to do After.
Escobar is also against smoking, so maybe he died of lung cancer?
If you know Escobar, talk aloud. Call his name and speak with him. He's always watching his loved ones. Although he's a ghost, a very happy ghost, he's always present and always trying to help you. He also hears when you tell funny stories about his "campo" ? (Now I'm going to google Campo)
It's great to have Escobar around. Yep ghosts can be in more places than one or two at any given time.
Escobar came to me a week and a half ago. He's dead of course, as I rarely speak of discourse with the living here. When he was alive, he spoke only Spanish - and perhaps a little Portuguese (I'm not good with discerning languages I don't know.) He was fairly tall, from 5"10 to 6"1. He had chocolate coloured hair, curly - kind of sticking up in a square sort of shape. His face was rectangular, long that is, his jaw was square but soft. Brown eyes, but I can't see what shade of brown. Pouty lips. Heavier eyebrows.
Escobar died feeling very nauseous, a heavy weight on his chest and neck. I can't speak his language so I have to go by what he shows me. It felt like he was being crushed or pushed down in some way, but this may be an internal feeling. You know, how heart attacks can feel like your chest is being compressed. His last thoughts were about his "Mamma", holding her soft and wrinkled hand - a hand that was alike to the hand of God in his eyes. He loved her, and he never got the chance to be really affectionate and let her know how much he loved her. He wishes that he could tell her.
He was young when he died, in his thirties I think. He had a bit of a baby face so it's hard to pinpoint the age. He was a strong man with a big heart.
He wants to tell his girlfriend that the baby will always be under his protection. That he will watch over her and the baby all the time he can. He wants her to know that he was going to propose properly, that they were going to have a beautiful wedding with lots of magnolias (or flowers that look like magnolias), that there was going to be dancing under the stars. He was also going to build a house for her, or really renovate the house they were getting - so that it would be alike to a palace. He loved her very much, and warns other lovers not to take their true loves for granted as he did. He shows me this, he's very good at communicating without words. I would say a spirit this apt has been dead at least five years, or he was already quite psychic in life.
He says "Marquis" is an important way to identify him. He wasn't a marquis. He may be referring to a theater marquis- he worked at a theater for a while. Movie or live show, I don't know, I'm leaning towards movie.
He says he's always with his father, learning from him still. There's so much to learn after death.. it's only a beginning that will make you fall to your knees when you see how much there is to do After.
Escobar is also against smoking, so maybe he died of lung cancer?
If you know Escobar, talk aloud. Call his name and speak with him. He's always watching his loved ones. Although he's a ghost, a very happy ghost, he's always present and always trying to help you. He also hears when you tell funny stories about his "campo" ? (Now I'm going to google Campo)
It's great to have Escobar around. Yep ghosts can be in more places than one or two at any given time.
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
Fakes pale in the wake of the possibly real
Hello fans and foes!
Sorry that I haven't posted in a while, but here's something to pique your interest. Obviously some of these pictures are fakes, but some I have true belief are real... Mastered fakes, or true evidence of the paranormal? What's your opinion?
Remember, a lot were fakes, confirmed fakes! It's getting easier and easier to spot fakes, especially when some one's bad at Photoshop/related programs.. you can just see outlines if you pay close attention.
More entries to come soon, I promise.
And remember to talk to your ghosts. Even if you don't believe in them, it's still therapeutic to get hard emotions like guilt off your chest.
Sorry that I haven't posted in a while, but here's something to pique your interest. Obviously some of these pictures are fakes, but some I have true belief are real... Mastered fakes, or true evidence of the paranormal? What's your opinion?
Remember, a lot were fakes, confirmed fakes! It's getting easier and easier to spot fakes, especially when some one's bad at Photoshop/related programs.. you can just see outlines if you pay close attention.
More entries to come soon, I promise.
And remember to talk to your ghosts. Even if you don't believe in them, it's still therapeutic to get hard emotions like guilt off your chest.
Saturday, September 09, 2006
The Burning Rain Message
Unlike Nostradamus, I am lucky to be able to express the ghosts' messages about the future. Strange as they may be, and perhaps they are just lonely and are telling me stories. This one, however, was as vivid as if I was there. And the spirit seemed adamant to keep me "under" in order for me to see the entire warning. However, like Nostradamus, there is technology and events I can only describe here, as I lack the technical knowledge.
In the not too distant future, as there were no flying cars or regular commercial trips to the Moon, there will be a woman. A brave and intelligent young woman. This takes place in New York City, and it pertains to a horrible disaster.
She showed me a brilliant new train or monorail that is to be made. I saw a strange cord on this train, many "strings" - white, they remind me of sail cord or nylon cords but I know it not to be so.
A group of passengers is on this train. The girl is having a conversation with a little boy who is being quite rude. She just had a horrible fight with an ex boyfriend.. this isn't important to the event, but to the woman who gave me this glimpse. There's also some older folk, students, work-a-day folk.
The woman somehow knows that there is something wrong with the train. She sees the white cords and is panicked. (I think there is a skylight in which the passengers can see the miracle cords) This doesn't look right. She knows in other ways, I suspect that people on the ground are pointing up at the train. This train is a gem in New York City.
Do I know a date or time? Vaguely, she didn't show me a calendar, or if she did, it was too quick. It's a sunny after noon, with a medium density of cloud cover. Not Winter for sure. Probably Summer. If it is Summer, it's during the cooler parts of Summer - mid September. If in Fall, it's during the warmer parts - Late Sept to Mid October.
She leans over to a young woman and tells her to get off the train. The city's so big, not too many people want to get off, this train is the gem - why would anything be wrong with it? Many people start to get upset. I do not see a conductor on this train. The woman was in the middle of the train.
She gets off, along with a few pissed off people, including nervous tourists.
The sky isn't right. The clouds aren't right, she doesn't say how. She shows me. The clouds look weird in some places, like little ugly flowers - an empty center and jutting petals of cloud. However, the petals are very variegated, none are the same length. Most are the same width however.
She walks, trying to get her bearings. She hasn't been to this place, or at least not often. It's near a dock I think.
She hears screaming. She hears general upset. She starts screaming herself, as the rain burns, the rain sears through her light jacket. She seeks shelter in a wooden building, a small building near the docks. The rain is getting in, eating through the wood. I think it's wood, could be wrong. Anyways, a whole group gathers in a stronger building.. they pack in like sardines. (The rain is not the Dark Rain of a nuclear event. It's clear and normal looking, maybe slightly milky.)
The woman is very claustrophobic. She would rather quickly find another building. She remembers thinking 'I wish I lived back in the day when cigarettes were thought of as healthy' - talking about simpler, quieter times.
The screaming continues, and she finds another building, it looks like a place where people exercise or play (like a daycare center or yoga center) and sits with a few other people on an exercise matt. She takes off her jacket and looks at the large dots on her shirts - revealing blistered skin.
Somehow she hears that the train's cords, however strong they were, were eaten away by this rain. No one calls it acid rain for some reason. Do they know what it is? Everyone remaining on the train, and under the train on the busy streets, died horribly.
She thinks of her Mother - where is she? Is she ok? She doesn't think of a Father, either he is dead or exiled from the family in some way.
The woman closes the vision. I don't know if she lives or dies. I never saw any corpses, but horribly injured people. This doesn't mean no one died. She may have spared my feelings, as she still thinks of me as a child.
After showing me these images, she communicates "the train was a good idea, as long as this acid shit didn't happen." The screams still haunt her.. imagine that - a ghost being haunted. It's normal. They are haunted by horrible memories, fellow spirits that won't leave them alone - just like a tag-a-long that won't quit or quiet.
What happens? What is this rain? It's more than acid rain, I got the distinct feeling that the rain was radioactive, nuclear event related, but not a bomb dropped on NYC.. no. No bomb had been dropped there, as the city was beautiful and unscathed - at least not to the level of a recent nuclear disaster. There were no strange sounds in the air before the disaster either, so I doubt this was deployed by a noisy airplane.. and this was not a regular event. Everyone was shocked. I got a feeling this was not an attack, but a consequence.
Such are the ways of spirit communication. However, if a hardcore scientist had explained it to me, there is no way I would have remembered anything complex. Spirits can often lull you into a place where you only remember the sights or sounds or certain aspects of the vision. Perhaps it is the manner in which they access our minds that creates this red tape around the communication.
Why post such a bare-bones tale? A spirit entrusted me with the information, to further communicate it, and in my limited way I must fulfill this unsaid promise. I also have a small bit of fear that the spirit would continue to show me this horrible vision until I communicate it - as that is also the way of the spirit. They have all the time in the universe.
In the not too distant future, as there were no flying cars or regular commercial trips to the Moon, there will be a woman. A brave and intelligent young woman. This takes place in New York City, and it pertains to a horrible disaster.
She showed me a brilliant new train or monorail that is to be made. I saw a strange cord on this train, many "strings" - white, they remind me of sail cord or nylon cords but I know it not to be so.
A group of passengers is on this train. The girl is having a conversation with a little boy who is being quite rude. She just had a horrible fight with an ex boyfriend.. this isn't important to the event, but to the woman who gave me this glimpse. There's also some older folk, students, work-a-day folk.
The woman somehow knows that there is something wrong with the train. She sees the white cords and is panicked. (I think there is a skylight in which the passengers can see the miracle cords) This doesn't look right. She knows in other ways, I suspect that people on the ground are pointing up at the train. This train is a gem in New York City.
Do I know a date or time? Vaguely, she didn't show me a calendar, or if she did, it was too quick. It's a sunny after noon, with a medium density of cloud cover. Not Winter for sure. Probably Summer. If it is Summer, it's during the cooler parts of Summer - mid September. If in Fall, it's during the warmer parts - Late Sept to Mid October.
She leans over to a young woman and tells her to get off the train. The city's so big, not too many people want to get off, this train is the gem - why would anything be wrong with it? Many people start to get upset. I do not see a conductor on this train. The woman was in the middle of the train.
She gets off, along with a few pissed off people, including nervous tourists.
The sky isn't right. The clouds aren't right, she doesn't say how. She shows me. The clouds look weird in some places, like little ugly flowers - an empty center and jutting petals of cloud. However, the petals are very variegated, none are the same length. Most are the same width however.
She walks, trying to get her bearings. She hasn't been to this place, or at least not often. It's near a dock I think.
She hears screaming. She hears general upset. She starts screaming herself, as the rain burns, the rain sears through her light jacket. She seeks shelter in a wooden building, a small building near the docks. The rain is getting in, eating through the wood. I think it's wood, could be wrong. Anyways, a whole group gathers in a stronger building.. they pack in like sardines. (The rain is not the Dark Rain of a nuclear event. It's clear and normal looking, maybe slightly milky.)
The woman is very claustrophobic. She would rather quickly find another building. She remembers thinking 'I wish I lived back in the day when cigarettes were thought of as healthy' - talking about simpler, quieter times.
The screaming continues, and she finds another building, it looks like a place where people exercise or play (like a daycare center or yoga center) and sits with a few other people on an exercise matt. She takes off her jacket and looks at the large dots on her shirts - revealing blistered skin.
Somehow she hears that the train's cords, however strong they were, were eaten away by this rain. No one calls it acid rain for some reason. Do they know what it is? Everyone remaining on the train, and under the train on the busy streets, died horribly.
She thinks of her Mother - where is she? Is she ok? She doesn't think of a Father, either he is dead or exiled from the family in some way.
The woman closes the vision. I don't know if she lives or dies. I never saw any corpses, but horribly injured people. This doesn't mean no one died. She may have spared my feelings, as she still thinks of me as a child.
After showing me these images, she communicates "the train was a good idea, as long as this acid shit didn't happen." The screams still haunt her.. imagine that - a ghost being haunted. It's normal. They are haunted by horrible memories, fellow spirits that won't leave them alone - just like a tag-a-long that won't quit or quiet.
What happens? What is this rain? It's more than acid rain, I got the distinct feeling that the rain was radioactive, nuclear event related, but not a bomb dropped on NYC.. no. No bomb had been dropped there, as the city was beautiful and unscathed - at least not to the level of a recent nuclear disaster. There were no strange sounds in the air before the disaster either, so I doubt this was deployed by a noisy airplane.. and this was not a regular event. Everyone was shocked. I got a feeling this was not an attack, but a consequence.
Such are the ways of spirit communication. However, if a hardcore scientist had explained it to me, there is no way I would have remembered anything complex. Spirits can often lull you into a place where you only remember the sights or sounds or certain aspects of the vision. Perhaps it is the manner in which they access our minds that creates this red tape around the communication.
Why post such a bare-bones tale? A spirit entrusted me with the information, to further communicate it, and in my limited way I must fulfill this unsaid promise. I also have a small bit of fear that the spirit would continue to show me this horrible vision until I communicate it - as that is also the way of the spirit. They have all the time in the universe.
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
Homeless Ghosts
I recently came in contact with four homeless ghosts, who communicated something very brief yet very intense: "our bodies are buried in the woods."
One was a child around 12-14 years of age, one was a woman 37-45 years old, and then there were two men - of which age I can only speculate as past midlife - I am HORRIBLE with aging people past 60, as peoples' lifestyles make age a difficult thing. For instance, people that sun burn a lot each year tend to look older, or people who smoke a great deal, or drink a great deal, or whom are stressed out beyond the average Joe.
These homeless people died in an unsavory way and were buried by their killer. They didn't know the killer, they saw him "around" but didn't know him. They are buried in their forest encampment, under about two feet of soil/dirt.
As a medium, I want to help the spirits. I want to find them and give them peace. But at the same time this all poses many questions for me as a person.
1. Is going alone in the forest a good idea? I don't think many people would want to come with.
2. Will someone report me for taking a shovel into the woods?
3. If I do find bodies, won't they suspect me? I seriously doubt that police would understand or believe "I'm a psychic... dead people told me to dig them up." I could be arrested or sent to a mental ward for a few years of friendly observation.
4. What kind of mental trauma would it be to find four dead bodies, four not-yet-skeletons, for me?
5. What kind of attention would this bring to my family and neighborhood?
6. Could the killer be one of those whom regularly visit their victims, or live close by, and follow me home?
7. Could any traps have been left?
Yeah I'm asking all these "what about me" questions, but they're valid and intelligent. I don't recommend that you, if you are a medium, go about doing everything that spirits ask you to do. Yes, you may ask yourself questions like:
1. Won't the spirits live forever bound to Earth, specifically the place their bones reside?
No. In time, spirits let go. And it's not as clean cut as Heaven - Earth - Hell. Spirits can be in "Heaven" partly, and on "Earth" - it's like multitasking on your computer. You can do a few things at once. Spirits "multitask" between different dimensions of existence, (for example but not limited to) Earth, Past, Future, Heaven.. and even "Hell." Parts of them can drift in and out of these planes - dimensions, or in our high tech world, a good way to put it is "window" - like a computer program. Why some fade in and out is because they are flipping between these channels, or are in two places at once. Bilocation may seem impossible for matter, but for spiritual beings, it's their daily grind. Spirits are not matter. They are not gas nor liquid nor solid nor plasma. They are immaterial, but they can manifest in matter (more on that in another post.. back to the matter at hand.. like that pun?) Point being, spirits that are "tortured" can be partly tortured and partly in Heaven, but not show you that. I could sense these spirits had quite a substantial part of them in Heaven - or at least in a good place. They want closure, understandable - but there are other ways of finding it that don't involve endangering someone who is alive. Some mediums disregard their own health and wellbeing for the sake of complete strangers, which may seem heroic, but these people are already dead. They have centuries upon millennia to "Work their issues out", and there are plenty of Heavenly spirits to help them out.. they are never alone.. but sometimes they think negatively, just like living humans.
2. If I don't help them catch the killer, won't the killer(s) be on my conscience if you don't do something about it like call the cops?
I'd rather the killer be on my conscience than kill me or my family members! I also have great faith in the police system.. they don't respond to my emails etc asking if they need a psychic... but I believe that they are good at what they do.
Curiosity... it's a horrible thing. Every time I'm near that place I want to go and look. Look and see what's there.. As a medium, I know that it would make the homeless spirits leave me alone, and would bring them peace, but as a member of a family - I know it would also endanger my kindred. I could just as easily end up being a spirit on the prowl for a medium to help me!
One was a child around 12-14 years of age, one was a woman 37-45 years old, and then there were two men - of which age I can only speculate as past midlife - I am HORRIBLE with aging people past 60, as peoples' lifestyles make age a difficult thing. For instance, people that sun burn a lot each year tend to look older, or people who smoke a great deal, or drink a great deal, or whom are stressed out beyond the average Joe.
These homeless people died in an unsavory way and were buried by their killer. They didn't know the killer, they saw him "around" but didn't know him. They are buried in their forest encampment, under about two feet of soil/dirt.
As a medium, I want to help the spirits. I want to find them and give them peace. But at the same time this all poses many questions for me as a person.
1. Is going alone in the forest a good idea? I don't think many people would want to come with.
2. Will someone report me for taking a shovel into the woods?
3. If I do find bodies, won't they suspect me? I seriously doubt that police would understand or believe "I'm a psychic... dead people told me to dig them up." I could be arrested or sent to a mental ward for a few years of friendly observation.
4. What kind of mental trauma would it be to find four dead bodies, four not-yet-skeletons, for me?
5. What kind of attention would this bring to my family and neighborhood?
6. Could the killer be one of those whom regularly visit their victims, or live close by, and follow me home?
7. Could any traps have been left?
Yeah I'm asking all these "what about me" questions, but they're valid and intelligent. I don't recommend that you, if you are a medium, go about doing everything that spirits ask you to do. Yes, you may ask yourself questions like:
1. Won't the spirits live forever bound to Earth, specifically the place their bones reside?
No. In time, spirits let go. And it's not as clean cut as Heaven - Earth - Hell. Spirits can be in "Heaven" partly, and on "Earth" - it's like multitasking on your computer. You can do a few things at once. Spirits "multitask" between different dimensions of existence, (for example but not limited to) Earth, Past, Future, Heaven.. and even "Hell." Parts of them can drift in and out of these planes - dimensions, or in our high tech world, a good way to put it is "window" - like a computer program. Why some fade in and out is because they are flipping between these channels, or are in two places at once. Bilocation may seem impossible for matter, but for spiritual beings, it's their daily grind. Spirits are not matter. They are not gas nor liquid nor solid nor plasma. They are immaterial, but they can manifest in matter (more on that in another post.. back to the matter at hand.. like that pun?) Point being, spirits that are "tortured" can be partly tortured and partly in Heaven, but not show you that. I could sense these spirits had quite a substantial part of them in Heaven - or at least in a good place. They want closure, understandable - but there are other ways of finding it that don't involve endangering someone who is alive. Some mediums disregard their own health and wellbeing for the sake of complete strangers, which may seem heroic, but these people are already dead. They have centuries upon millennia to "Work their issues out", and there are plenty of Heavenly spirits to help them out.. they are never alone.. but sometimes they think negatively, just like living humans.
2. If I don't help them catch the killer, won't the killer(s) be on my conscience if you don't do something about it like call the cops?
I'd rather the killer be on my conscience than kill me or my family members! I also have great faith in the police system.. they don't respond to my emails etc asking if they need a psychic... but I believe that they are good at what they do.
Curiosity... it's a horrible thing. Every time I'm near that place I want to go and look. Look and see what's there.. As a medium, I know that it would make the homeless spirits leave me alone, and would bring them peace, but as a member of a family - I know it would also endanger my kindred. I could just as easily end up being a spirit on the prowl for a medium to help me!
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
Pain: Ghost Magnet?
My disease makes me feel pain all day every day. I feel it in my sleep, in my dreams, and it wakes me up on a nightly basis. Sometimes, that pain goes through the roof, and I am left in bed, shaking and writhing, waiting for the bout of extreme pain to end. I don't get depressed, I don't "feel" any emotions, I just look forward to the pain being over.
Spirits get curious. They tell me that when pain spikes higher than average, they sense it from great distances, and they feel exhilarated, curious, and want to see what's going on. Family spirits of course are the first on the scene, but gradually more and more spirits will come and visit me. Usually this comforts me. I know I'm never, ever, alone. There's always someone around me, dead or alive.
Spirits' pain also is a beacon to me, as I can sense them more when they're upset. Which can sometimes be bad. When spirits are REALLY pissed off, I can get dizzy, sick, faint, shaky, or even feel the pain myself - that is, I can get angry, depressed, anxious, etc. This is one of the major ways I can interpret spirits, by their "reflected" emotions. It's not always perfect, as there will be an interpretation bias, but it sure speeds up communication if the spirit is having problems. However, it's hard when people want "proof" I'm real, and don't tell me their loved one was violently killed... and I start choking or feel like there's a knife in my chest. Good times. I totally understand, however, and never blame people for not telling me. I hate fake mediums too. Of course, there are fake mediums, and then there are crazy people who hear their illnesses and not ghosts. I don't hate crazy people, it's not their fault - and who am I to say that they aren't the real deal? They might just not interpret it properly, or ghosts might be haunting them, playing with them. I hate those kinds of ghosts. Those joker ghosts, the Tinker Ghosts, are attracted to the pain spikes too... but after a while you get to tell the difference between a trickster and a genuine being. Sure they'll still try their pranks, but they won't get the better of you, they'll get tired and move on. Ouija is another great love of Tinker Ghosts. But these ghosts are for another post.
Some rituals focus on sacrifice or self mutilation for a reason: ghosts respond to pain more quickly than polite asking. Spirits react quickly to pain, but also to more happy things... like childrens' energy, like extreme joy, ecstasy, and sexual release. Anything intense. Ghosts tell me that each type of intense sensation has it's different "Feel". I asked if it's coloured, like a beam of light. Most say no, it's just a feeling, like the feel of warm sunshine on the skin compared to chilling gusts of wind on a wet head of hair. Each feeling has a different sensation, and some ghosts take a while to tell the difference.
Ghosts, most of them, will do ALL they can to comfort the person in pain. I have seen it in hospitals, in graveyards, in school: they surround the person in their being and think hard on positive thoughts, comforting thoughts, and if the person is open enough (regardless of them being a medium or not) they will sense this. People stop crying, stop clenching their teeth, and sense a joy - get a release of endorphins - or feel the presence of a loved one. This is the most heartwarming and potent things I have seen spirits do.
Alright I'm pooped, I just wanted to post something positive since I haven't posted in a long while ;)
Spirits get curious. They tell me that when pain spikes higher than average, they sense it from great distances, and they feel exhilarated, curious, and want to see what's going on. Family spirits of course are the first on the scene, but gradually more and more spirits will come and visit me. Usually this comforts me. I know I'm never, ever, alone. There's always someone around me, dead or alive.
Spirits' pain also is a beacon to me, as I can sense them more when they're upset. Which can sometimes be bad. When spirits are REALLY pissed off, I can get dizzy, sick, faint, shaky, or even feel the pain myself - that is, I can get angry, depressed, anxious, etc. This is one of the major ways I can interpret spirits, by their "reflected" emotions. It's not always perfect, as there will be an interpretation bias, but it sure speeds up communication if the spirit is having problems. However, it's hard when people want "proof" I'm real, and don't tell me their loved one was violently killed... and I start choking or feel like there's a knife in my chest. Good times. I totally understand, however, and never blame people for not telling me. I hate fake mediums too. Of course, there are fake mediums, and then there are crazy people who hear their illnesses and not ghosts. I don't hate crazy people, it's not their fault - and who am I to say that they aren't the real deal? They might just not interpret it properly, or ghosts might be haunting them, playing with them. I hate those kinds of ghosts. Those joker ghosts, the Tinker Ghosts, are attracted to the pain spikes too... but after a while you get to tell the difference between a trickster and a genuine being. Sure they'll still try their pranks, but they won't get the better of you, they'll get tired and move on. Ouija is another great love of Tinker Ghosts. But these ghosts are for another post.
Some rituals focus on sacrifice or self mutilation for a reason: ghosts respond to pain more quickly than polite asking. Spirits react quickly to pain, but also to more happy things... like childrens' energy, like extreme joy, ecstasy, and sexual release. Anything intense. Ghosts tell me that each type of intense sensation has it's different "Feel". I asked if it's coloured, like a beam of light. Most say no, it's just a feeling, like the feel of warm sunshine on the skin compared to chilling gusts of wind on a wet head of hair. Each feeling has a different sensation, and some ghosts take a while to tell the difference.
Ghosts, most of them, will do ALL they can to comfort the person in pain. I have seen it in hospitals, in graveyards, in school: they surround the person in their being and think hard on positive thoughts, comforting thoughts, and if the person is open enough (regardless of them being a medium or not) they will sense this. People stop crying, stop clenching their teeth, and sense a joy - get a release of endorphins - or feel the presence of a loved one. This is the most heartwarming and potent things I have seen spirits do.
Alright I'm pooped, I just wanted to post something positive since I haven't posted in a long while ;)
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.
Monday, March 06, 2006
Be Right Back
I want to thank everyone for visiting me! Each one of you makes me smile!
For a little while my health has been degrading, and for the next few days I'm going to take some time off and try to get to a level at which I can post again. Look out for the new posts, and until then, keep your third eye open for unseen friends ;)
For a little while my health has been degrading, and for the next few days I'm going to take some time off and try to get to a level at which I can post again. Look out for the new posts, and until then, keep your third eye open for unseen friends ;)
Thursday, February 23, 2006
Mothman Omens: Can Spirits see the Future?
Many times spirits will be able to see into the future a little ways, some will be able to see far - and some can see only a few hours ahead.
When something bad is about to happen, spirits will converge. I have witnessed it first hand, and found it to be an absolutely beautiful and magnetic thing to see - and believe that other psychics are also drawn to these convergences. Non-sensitives can also be drawn to these places as well, like moths to a flame.. and speaking of Moths, the Mothman is a phenomena that may be related to this. The Mothmen COULD have something to do with that convergence of spirits, they could be clumps of spiritual manifestation, as my theory goes.
When more than one spiritual manifestation occurs (when spirits cross from the spiritual dimension to more human-sensitive planes, using ambient or human bodily energy, or using a multi-spiritual synergy created by the convergence of several spirits) there is sometimes a strange melding that occurs. For example: if your Uncle Billy who has blue eyes and white hair with a dragon tattoo on his back comes to visit me at the same time as your Aunt Milly who has brown hair and grey eyes - I will sometimes see the spirit with one blue eye, one grey eye, or rapidly shifting colours, with half grey and half brown hair, and a phasing dragon tattoo - that is both male and female. I can tell if it's two spirits in one, usually, but it's harder to tell if there's four instead of ten, if you know what I mean.
What am I getting at?
Sometimes hundreds of spirits get together and start to look VERY unusual - monstrous even. Perhaps the Mothman is a combination of spirits clumping together to pool their power and warn the masses more tangibly. I'm not sure if they are working together, but I think they do. This multi-spirit being can take on an energy of its own, and it no longer sounds or acts completely human in it's worry. They also look scarier and act scarier to try and scare you silly into vacating the area.
So what do you do if you see this clumped spirit, or get a phone call that knows you're hiding chapstick in your hotel nightstand? (I loved that movie) Well, as in the movie, clumping spirits are trying to get you to leave, they're trying to scare you out of the area. Sometimes you have months to prepare, sometimes only days or hours. What's best is to leave town if you see a true Mothman.
Have I seen a Mothman? No, but then again I see deceased people more clearly than non-mediums. I also have never known someone personally that has seen one, and I have read that they are extremely rare. You have a better chance of winning the lottery, and you'd better lean towards winning the lottery ;)
However, I DO see clumped spirits, hundreds of them, sometimes on the news, sometimes in person, in photos, sometimes in readings. These are easier to communicate with, as they have shared energy and more "power". They look like nothing I've ever seen before, but I will try to describe it. When there are more than two, it is a nebulous and usually of brown/grey colour - but can range through the whole spectrum. They are like cotton-batting smoke that moves like stop-motion animation. They have many eyes, many mouths, etc, depending on what they're trying to get across. They're like living movie screens made of fluffy modelling clay.
One thing is for sure: when spirits get together and try to tell you something, you pay very close attention. If I am watching a movie at a theater and really enjoying myself and a spirit tells me that someone is in trouble, I will drop everything and call that person. They don't just tell you something bad is going to happen if that isn't the case.... well unless you're toying around with Ouija and find yourself chatting to a silly or mean-spirited ghost who's main goal in life is to freak you out or play pranks on you.
Maybe Mothmen are not spiritual convergences, but that is my theory. I have not met one, but if I ever do, I'll certainly post about it.
When something bad is about to happen, spirits will converge. I have witnessed it first hand, and found it to be an absolutely beautiful and magnetic thing to see - and believe that other psychics are also drawn to these convergences. Non-sensitives can also be drawn to these places as well, like moths to a flame.. and speaking of Moths, the Mothman is a phenomena that may be related to this. The Mothmen COULD have something to do with that convergence of spirits, they could be clumps of spiritual manifestation, as my theory goes.
When more than one spiritual manifestation occurs (when spirits cross from the spiritual dimension to more human-sensitive planes, using ambient or human bodily energy, or using a multi-spiritual synergy created by the convergence of several spirits) there is sometimes a strange melding that occurs. For example: if your Uncle Billy who has blue eyes and white hair with a dragon tattoo on his back comes to visit me at the same time as your Aunt Milly who has brown hair and grey eyes - I will sometimes see the spirit with one blue eye, one grey eye, or rapidly shifting colours, with half grey and half brown hair, and a phasing dragon tattoo - that is both male and female. I can tell if it's two spirits in one, usually, but it's harder to tell if there's four instead of ten, if you know what I mean.
What am I getting at?
Sometimes hundreds of spirits get together and start to look VERY unusual - monstrous even. Perhaps the Mothman is a combination of spirits clumping together to pool their power and warn the masses more tangibly. I'm not sure if they are working together, but I think they do. This multi-spirit being can take on an energy of its own, and it no longer sounds or acts completely human in it's worry. They also look scarier and act scarier to try and scare you silly into vacating the area.
So what do you do if you see this clumped spirit, or get a phone call that knows you're hiding chapstick in your hotel nightstand? (I loved that movie) Well, as in the movie, clumping spirits are trying to get you to leave, they're trying to scare you out of the area. Sometimes you have months to prepare, sometimes only days or hours. What's best is to leave town if you see a true Mothman.
Have I seen a Mothman? No, but then again I see deceased people more clearly than non-mediums. I also have never known someone personally that has seen one, and I have read that they are extremely rare. You have a better chance of winning the lottery, and you'd better lean towards winning the lottery ;)
However, I DO see clumped spirits, hundreds of them, sometimes on the news, sometimes in person, in photos, sometimes in readings. These are easier to communicate with, as they have shared energy and more "power". They look like nothing I've ever seen before, but I will try to describe it. When there are more than two, it is a nebulous and usually of brown/grey colour - but can range through the whole spectrum. They are like cotton-batting smoke that moves like stop-motion animation. They have many eyes, many mouths, etc, depending on what they're trying to get across. They're like living movie screens made of fluffy modelling clay.
One thing is for sure: when spirits get together and try to tell you something, you pay very close attention. If I am watching a movie at a theater and really enjoying myself and a spirit tells me that someone is in trouble, I will drop everything and call that person. They don't just tell you something bad is going to happen if that isn't the case.... well unless you're toying around with Ouija and find yourself chatting to a silly or mean-spirited ghost who's main goal in life is to freak you out or play pranks on you.
Maybe Mothmen are not spiritual convergences, but that is my theory. I have not met one, but if I ever do, I'll certainly post about it.
Monday, February 20, 2006
"Intimate" Relationships with Ghosts
I've had a couple of patrons tell me of them having sexual-like relationships with spirits of dead lovers. The lovers would appear in their dreams, or even in their waking time.
One patron told me that her dead ex boyfriend came to her one night, while she was sitting and listening to tv. He ran his cold and ethereal hand up her thigh, and thus began a night of spiritual intimacy - and continued onto a several more "encounters."
Another patron spoke of an unidentified spirit who came to her during workhours and would stimulate her, which may sound like fun - but during a meeting, it's not so helpful. This problem was solved by explaining to the spirit that although pleasurable, it was inappropriate and had to stop immediately. This took a few forceful reiterations, but the spirit stopped this mischeif and let the woman work in peace!
Spiritual intimacy is something reported to me by all walks of people, many ages. The only thing I have noticed is that women find it easier to talk about these experiences. One male skirted around the issue for a half hour before he came out and talked about it. He was married, but had an exgirlfriend's spirit (she had died ten or eleven years before) and felt guilt and embarrassment on the subject.
I'll write more about the subject when I get the consent of a guest to write their experience down.
One patron told me that her dead ex boyfriend came to her one night, while she was sitting and listening to tv. He ran his cold and ethereal hand up her thigh, and thus began a night of spiritual intimacy - and continued onto a several more "encounters."
Another patron spoke of an unidentified spirit who came to her during workhours and would stimulate her, which may sound like fun - but during a meeting, it's not so helpful. This problem was solved by explaining to the spirit that although pleasurable, it was inappropriate and had to stop immediately. This took a few forceful reiterations, but the spirit stopped this mischeif and let the woman work in peace!
Spiritual intimacy is something reported to me by all walks of people, many ages. The only thing I have noticed is that women find it easier to talk about these experiences. One male skirted around the issue for a half hour before he came out and talked about it. He was married, but had an exgirlfriend's spirit (she had died ten or eleven years before) and felt guilt and embarrassment on the subject.
I'll write more about the subject when I get the consent of a guest to write their experience down.
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