Chapter 20 It is the Thought That Counts
For my birthday, I received a beautiful ceramic giraffe for my office. It was an especially surprising present because it came from James. I was expecting a gift like the one he had given me for our wedding anniversary a month earlier- a flashlight. James’ style of gift-giving is unique, to say the least.
On our first date, James had me wait in the car while he ran in to a drug store to buy me a little token of his affection. I thought that was awfully sweet of him. I imagined getting something like a box of chocolate, or maybe some perfume. Instead, he emerged with a little bag, presented it to me, and eagerly awaited my response. My gift? A pencil sharpener. Not just any pencil sharpener, mind you, but a wall-mounted purple one. I had to give him points for originality.
Last Christmas, I pointed out a toy organ to James at the dollar store. I remarked that it would be a fun thing to play with on Christmas morning. It was very inexpensive, and even had batteries included. We played on it for a few moments in the store, having fun with all the sounds programmed into it.
A few days later, James came into a little money, so we went shopping. Our first stop: The dollar store, of course. James asked me to go to the car, and I thought I knew what was going on in his head since he could barely contain his excitement. He was going to buy me the organ.
I was a good sport and went on out to the car. James soon came out grinning, holding a tightly-closed bag. It was so thin I could see right through it. I averted my eyes so that I would not actually see it for too long and thus spoil his surprise. When he got to the car, he carefully placed the package on the back seat. However, he placed it upside down, and suddenly it sounded like somebody was beating the heck out of cymbals in the back of the car. I turned on the radio to mask the sound, which was quickly silenced. We drove the short distance home without much trouble until we hit a bump in the driveway. Out of the blue, a trumpet blared from the back seat. Mercifully, it stopped quickly and I was able to sing along with the radio and pretend it did not happen. As we walked onto my front porch, yet another round of organ magic started up, and I ran inside as if I could outpace the speed of sound. My son met us at the door and took the package from James. This released a whole percussion section that sent Dusty scurrying out the back door and me dashing into my home office.
Later, as the organ sat under the tree nicely wrapped, it was often played with gusto by our two very curious kittens. Still, I think I feigned great surprise rather well when I opened it on Christmas morning, and James feigned great relief that I did.
We reap what we sow, and it is good to sow gifts of time, shared experiences, humor and love.
Chapter 21 Office Shenanigans
Any home where I have ever lived has been the site of much paranormal and unexplained activity. The same holds true for the offices I have occupied through the years as well. I think that’s because my energy attracts such goings-on, and, of course, I have the ability to see them. Everyone loves an audience, especially wayward spirits.
The first office that I rented was in a converted motel. My space consisted of two rooms at the top of the stairs over a health food store. The folks from the store warned us when we moved in that the office might be haunted as they had often felt a presence in their place. The presence was so strong that one of the workers had researched the history of the building and found that a traveling salesman had been murdered there some years before.
The stairway up to the office was L shaped, and a light switch was located at the foot of the stairs, at the turn in the middle, and another at the top. One evening after turning off the light switch at the top of the stairs and walking down to the landing midway, I was surprised to hear the switch click on behind me and to have the darkened stairs become illuminated once again. After glancing behind me and seeing no one, I hurried from the building, leaving lights on and door unlocked.
Another day, while busy at my computer, I happened to look up from my desk and see the transparent figure of a man ascending the stairs. He then completely faded from view just as quickly and silently as he had appeared.
One night my friend and helper Kim, my canine assistant Baby, and I returned to the office after conducting a paranormal investigation for some folks in a nearby mountain town. It had been a cold and rainy day, and the damp night air had chilled us to the bone. On our arrival at the office, we locked the main door and ran upstairs to the waiting room. Once there, we closed that door behind us and turned on a wall heater that was behind the door. As the three of us huddled there to get warm, we suddenly became aware of the sound of footsteps on the stairway. Our mouths dropped open and we looked at each other in fear. We were both certain that we had firmly locked the outside door at the bottom of the stairs before entering the office. The steps continued their slow ascent. Baby became alert and looked through the crack in the door while Kim and I remained frozen in place. Suddenly, our fear increased greatly as the sound of a gentle whistling of a tune began just beyond our door at the top of the stairs. It was a mere seven notes, but was loud and clear enough to send chills up our spine. We got up our courage and gently opened the door, and Baby went through it, evidently intent on conducting a paranormal investigation of her own. When she did not sound an alarm, we opened the door more widely and saw that, without a doubt, no one was there at all- at least not anyone of this world.
Another office in town that I rented for a while was small office and narrow, but long. There was a front room and a hallway that led to another room in the back. Upon my arrival, I expected that if any spirits were about, that they would be sure to make themselves known. I was not disappointed.
I fussed at my husband James as we were preparing to leave the office: “James,” I said, “have you been moving my business cards again?” He denied having done any such thing. I once again had found that the cards were not in their holder, but scattered on the coffee table. I had placed them back into the holder, and wondered how the cards came to be repeatedly strewn about. I remarked to James as we walked through the door, “Wouldn’t it be funny if we came back tomorrow and the cards were out on the table again?” He agreed that would be quite interesting.
The next day my client arrived and sat down on the sofa. I took my place opposite her and started to speak when I noticed that the cards were not only out of the holder, but fanned carefully out on the table. I was startled to say the least. When my client had left, I put the cards back once again into their rightful place and left to go about my business with the computer, which was in the front room. Before that evening, I returned to the back room to lock the door, when yet again the cards were waiting for me. This time they were standing up and leaning back on the holder. I became so unnerved that I went home immediately. Later, I had James return with me and I went to the back room and spoke to the spirit that was toying with me. I explained what I was doing there, that I only wanted to do my work, help people, and maybe make a little money. I asked that he please not scare me.
The cards stayed in their holder after that, and on most days, the spirit was a quiet and therefore delightful office mate. For that, I am truly grateful.
My home office has also provided some interesting moments. My friend Martha was sitting typing away at my computer while I lay on my couch and chatted with her. As I talked, I noticed that a pencil sketch of a fairy that I had drawn and mounted on the wall had become somewhat unfocused. It was as if I were looking through heat waves, the kind one sees on a highway in the summer. I pointed this out to Martha, who also saw this happening. Then, as we watched, the fairy girl who was portrayed as looking down into a rippling pond quickly glanced directly at us, then back again to the water that was drawn before her. It happened very quickly, but both of us witnessed the same action.
Spirits can and do interact with us through inanimate objects. They are at times caught in photographs, usually as orbs, since this is a natural shape for energy to assume. Sometimes, they are caught on film in a more human form,
I had a new toy, a digital camera. In celebration of my acquisition, I took photos of all of my friends who happened to visit me. Jeanine is one of those people who gladly smile and pose for the camera, so I snapped a picture of her. Unfortunately, I realized too late that I should have set the camera to flash. When I downloaded the picture, I fully expected it to be dim, and in fact, it was dim and quite blurry. However, in the corner across the room from where Jeanine was posing, there was a face visible. I thought this was an interesting illusion and zoomed in on the likeness so that I could see what it might really be. The image became even clearer. In the photo was a man’s bearded face. There seemed to be something on his head, and further enlarging revealed what might be a crown. The man in the photo seemed to be looking directly into the camera, his back against the office wall. I wondered if he might be a guide, watching over me as I worked. I would like to think so, and I choose to believe that he is my friend.
Sometimes spirits mistake our life force for the light, or they mistake our bodies for theirs. They may follow you home or attach to you at times. If they attach to you, you will feel extreme depression or anxiety, but they will fall off in time since you have a natural defense. The best thing to do, however, is to remove them from your being. Do it this way: Imagine that you have light coming up from inside you until you are glowing. Imagine that the dark globs are falling away from you as the light grows. Ask the angels that surround you to remove foreign entities from your energy as well.
Remember, light is your friend, it is of God, and nothing dark can penetrate true light.
A person is more at risk for attachment if they are intoxicated and put themselves in a vulnerable position, have an unhealthy interest in the occult, or make a habit of hanging out in places thought to be haunted. Therefore, make sure you keep a healthy and positive outlook on life.
This face appeared in upper right corner of digital photo. The Previous& succeeding photo appeared normal.
Chapter 22 Healing
Even the simplicity of life can be overwhelming at times. How we focus our energy determines how we perceive the world around us. If we focus on joyfulness, we create a joyful reality. If we believe in our body’s ability to heal, we may create good health as well.
Often I have been asked to lay hands on someone in order to assist a body in need of healing. I feel we can be used as conduits in this way and can infuse one with healing energy. By visualizing a person in need of healing as surrounded by light, and imagining that they absorb the light, we may assist them in healing as well.
I have noticed that at times while in session that my hands become hot, and at the same time, I have an impression of an illness or wound in their energy field, or aura. When I “send” them energy, often they find relief. On at least two occasions, I was told that cancer was totally healed. Other times, I felt that they might receive healing, but with the help of either traditional or alternative medicine. I would never, under any circumstances, allow someone to substitute my work for medical intervention.
While some folks are meant to be healed, or at least experience some relief, others are not. I feel that I can send energy, but it may not always be in someone’s life plan to be healed in such a way, or in some cases, or to be healed at all. I feel my job is to send the energy, release that to do what it needs to do, and detach from the result.
While most people have been appreciative of my efforts, unfortunately I found that on two occasions that the person receiving the healing became afraid of me because they had, in fact, been healed. Because I did not understand that people fear their own power, much less perceived power in others, I was hurt and for some time I rarely shared this energy unless I was asked to do so by someone I trusted. In time, I felt that I needed to overcome my own hesitation and fear, and now make it a daily part of my routine. I wonder how much good we could do for ourselves and others if we could find the courage to step out of what is familiar and trust that there is power accessible to all of us if we could believe that it is so.
Chapter 23 Mouse
It is becoming clear to me that my pets are living a double life. They are a social bunch, often entertaining other people’s pets at all hours of the day and night. Strange cats frequently come in through the doggie door at night and make themselves at home. On one occasion, a neighbor’s cat was found actually sitting on the toilet relieving himself. Our pets get indignant if they are caught cavorting in the house with off-limits cats, birds, little snakes, or whatever. They pretend that they had never met the creature until that very moment , and then make a lot of noise and commotion putting the guest out of the house. That is all for my benefit, of course. I’m also sure that on one occasion my pets were having a meeting , with a guest speaker no less, until I inadvertently broke it up.
James, the “children”, and I had retired for the evening when we suddenly heard a high-pitched squeak coming from the next room. “Oh no,” I thought. “The cats have a mouse cornered.” Well, I was awfully tired and I did not want to get up, so I just said a prayer for the mouse to make an escape. The house became quiet, and I thought the creature must have found safety. Relieved, I began to drift back to sleep.
The squeaking started again. The children went all to pieces. They jumped down and started a mouse hunt. I realized that the mouse had moved into the next room and was actually getting closer to us, and thus danger. Being drowsy, I suggested that we just shut the door to the adjoining room and plan to deal with it in the morning. We did, and again, we went to bed. The children were restless and uneasy still.
Soon, the squeak began again, and I kid you not: the mouse was scratching on our door. I was unnerved. I decided to put a stop to it and went in to capture the intruder. James found a box, but naturally it was full of holes, so I found another long box that I hoped would create a tunnel that the mouse might want to run in to. I slipped in quietly, but then the children rammed the door and soon all eyes were intensely focusing on the coal shuttle, which was partially covered by a throw rug. I slid the box down by an opening and asked the mouse to run in to it. It did not. It scoffed at my plan, and I could feel its disdain.
Then, the thing stuck its head out through another opening and squeaked loudly. I braced myself for the onslaught of wrath that I have learned to expect of the children, but it did not happen. They just became more interested, as if the mouse had said something of great importance. The mouse peeked out and gave another squeak. Then, it stuck out his head and sniffed the nose of my lead cat Cooper. He remained oddly still. Our visitor squeaked some more; then withdrew. I saw my chance, picked up the shuttle, and carried it to the deck with all of the children following closely behind. Once outside, they all grabbed seats where they could find them in order to continue to hear whatever profound message this prophetic mouse was going to deliver. They were paying rapt attention so I left them to their sermon and went back to bed. Later, they returned, calmer, and I believe more thoughtful.
The mouse was not seen again. Maybe he will return. Maybe he left instructions as what to do until then. Maybe I should get a lock on the doggy door. I just don’t know. I am just not going to think about it anymore.