Well hi there, friends, newcomers, skeptics and people who got here by accident! I don't always post on time, due to illness, but when I get to post - oh boy! am I excited! Spirits are my life. They support me, challenge me, confuse me, educate me, love or hate me, and most of all they inspire me and keep my curiosity going.
We are born, we live, we die, we are born. Born into the next place, the next life, the next iteration of an amazing cycle. How wonderful! Death is a loaded word. Life continues and evolves, we learn and grow - to what end is not clear to me nor any spirit I've spoken with.
But one thing they've abundantly clear is that humans stay human for at least centuries. The same emotions, the same curiosity, the same need to communicate with others. In this post I want to share three things with you that have happened lately, and each illustrates different parts of humanity that remain past the barrier of Death.
The Rocking Chair
In the living room of where I live there is a rocking chair. I can easily hear people rocking on it when I am in different parts of the house - we all love to rock peacefully sometimes. It makes a cluck-clock sound, either slow or fast, and due to the place it is set (on top of a central air vent) acoustics carries the sound all through the house.
Last night I heard it at 2am. I thought first: someone can't sleep and is trying to rock themselves to sleep.. Maybe someone got up for another reason. I start to worry, thinking they might be sick or in need. I'm a bit of a mother hen, so I went to investigate.
No one, no light was on, no tv was on. I then saw one of my familiar family spirits - the spirit of a little girl with a babydoll dress and apron, with curly brown hair. She is a family member long dead, about 55 years dead I think.
She smiled at me warmly, tilted her head to the side, and was amused by rocking in the chair. The chair iteself was not moving, but the sound was there. As she noticed it was keeping me awake, the noise stopped and she vanished shyly, as is her MO, giggling and leaving a feeling of a sunny day in her wake.
She likes to rock. She likes to play hide and seek, she likes to watch my family grow, she likes to watch TV, listen to music, and amuse herself in various ways. Other ancestors care for her, although she is old enough not to need care - she likes being a child. She likes being cared for and giving others a feeling of fulfilment when they care for her. She is still shy, still curious, still playful, still kind.
She can also feel cold brick, although she is touching a wall.. I can feel that when she communicates. I usually can't filter out sensations when spirits communicate - I get the senses all at once with the emotions and words.
The Grabber Pt. 3
If you are not familiar with the Grabber, it's a good idea to read the first and second parts. To summerize, he is a spirit that likes to grab my hips, butt, ankles and wrists. He also whispers into the ears of my significant other when he sleeps.. All of which is something I strongly ask him to stop.
Lately, on my recent visits to my significant others' house, the Grabber has again earned his name: he grabs me.
Dead, he still shows many human emotions. He is lewd, crude, and downright touchy-feely due to his lustful, desiring nature. He is jealous of my partner, angry at times. Angry at me too, as I get upset at his presence. He loves to scare me, he is power hungry that way, and when he manages to freak me out enough for me to react, he will often feel excitement, victory, smugness, and desire.
Dead, he still has sexual desires and thoughts. He still senses with his body. He still gets "physical" pleasure! Arousal, warmth, the touch of skin, the blast of feel-good sensations we do.
He still shows remorse, rarely but still. He can give me space and leave me alone after he goes too far and scares me too much.
The Line
Then there are spirits that are less human.
One day I was at my partner's home (it's a hotbed of spiritual activity, not sure why yet) alone, waiting for him to get home. It was dark and I walked by a window - dark except for over half a dozen glowing orange eyes. Darker than the fruit (orange), less saturated, and a bit more red. I will try to sketch it at some point. I sensed the spirits watching me.
They stood almost lined up shoulder to shoulder. They were "breathing" hard, like a rhythmic huff, not syncronized, as someone would in the heat of pure, seething anger. They were staring at me, all their focus like a hot pinprick.
No communication, radio silence!
I closed the curtain, more for mental blocking than anything else, but of course I could still feel them. I reached out and tried to communicate, but nothing. I tried to meditate and build a wall, nope. They then communicated a displeasure, a "territory violated" emotion. Anger! Such anger!
I saw them a few times after that, only the eyes and pitch-black bodies like silhouettes. Always at night.
Sure they have the human territorial emotions, and anger.. But it was closer to an animalistic communication. Like a wolf snarling at you "get away". Even the Grabber said a few words. I understand the Grabber, I understand the little Girl, but I don't understand this lineup of people.
Before I go, I would like to touch on a subject which was brought up to me - a pledging system of donations. I am looking into it, but I will also put a vote up to see if anyone is against this. I don't want to burden you with ads, and so this seems the better option. I also need the money, as being disabled and on disability doesn't allow me enough to live. I am highly dependent on a lot of people and one day I'd like to be a bit more independent. Making a bit of money would help me afford certain treatments and therapie I can't afford which would help my recovery, as well as getting my stress level down. It would allow me to write more and best of all - go on more field trips to "haunted" locales in order to post about more of them. If you want to comment on pledge-per-post donation on this site, please mail me at (sorry for the spaces, it helps defend against spam:
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"Expect delays" should be my motto as of late, I apologize ahead of time due to my illness. A recent dislocated jaw has backlogged me even more, which was caused my my chronic pain making my teeth grind 24/7. Sometimes I grind so hard it displaces the joint. Hope that's not TMI ;) Spirits helped me a lot during this time - and they assure me the whole jaw thing will be fine in a week. At least I can eat solid foods again. Mmmm :)
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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.