Wednesday, February 6, 2013
FINAL CHAPTERS OF MY BOOK that I serialized for your amusement
My assistant and I were invited to attend the Joshua P. Warren Paranormal Conference at a majestic, historic, and very haunted, hotel in Asheville. I was to be a guest speaker, offer readings, and participate in the ghost-hunting activities taking place at night. Although I heard some unexplained footsteps while I was putting my things in my room, the first part of the event was quite enjoyable. We listened to several speakers and partook of the nice buffet provided for us. It was later that evening that things got a little hairy.
Several guests, including my niece Lisa and I, rode a little bus over to an abandoned clubhouse on the grounds. Lisa is a beautician by day and is responsible for keeping my hair looking good in addition to accompanying me on paranormal investigations. She was never happier when she learned that big hair was coming back into style since that is her own preference. Lisa is the only person I know who had to buy a bigger car just to accommodate her hair.
Also in our group was a very tall and muscular police officer, Jerry. I was glad to have him along because he had a powerful energy about him that inspired confidence. In our conversations, I found that he had experienced several paranormal occurrences in his life, including receiving phone calls from something that seemed demonic in nature. He had tolerated it at first, but once he realized that it’s manifestation in his life and the lives of some members of his family and their friends was having a negative effect, he took control and commanded it to leave. It did depart, which further increased my confidence in him. His lovely wife, Andrea, was along, eager to see if she might capture any wayward entities with her digital camera. Often, a spiritual presence will create orbs of light that can be photographed best digitally.
The atmosphere was dark and creepy when we arrived at the clubhouse, but we gathered our courage and entered the deserted building. Almost all of us immediately began to experience one type of frightening episode after another, such as having feelings of oppression, sensations of being touched, etc. As we entered the second floor, Andrea commented that her camera had gone totally dead. Others in the group noticed that the same thing had happened to their equipment as well. It is a common occurrence for spirits to drain energy from the batteries. They also draw energy from humans, and this action creates a sensation of fear.
It was at that moment that I felt an extreme presence, that of a man. The man seemed to be dressed in attire common to the early 1920s. He appeared to be very well off, and amused by our growing panic. I also felt the presence of many others emerging from their realm into ours at this point. They seemed to be having sport with us, laughing and pointing as they gathered around us. Then a caretaker presented himself. He was angry. He said that we were uninvited. He said that we made the floors muddy with our dirty feet. At this point, I felt a sudden and intense pressure to my belly. I felt that I had been punched. What I experienced was not painful, but the force forced my breath from me, and I felt that I might throw up. I could not speak. Again, and again, the force struck me. At this point, Jerry wrapped his arms around me and guided me down the hall and to the lower level. The rest of our group followed.
We left that building and went back to the main part of the hotel. Not ready to give up our ghost hunting, we walked to another area of known haunting, a former nightclub. As soon as we stepped from the elevator, I felt overwhelmed and turned to go. Unfortunately, the elevator door had already closed. Immediately I felt the presence of the woman known as the “Pink Lady” by those familiar with the Inn’s history. I felt that she was accompanied by another spirit, that of a man. Just as suddenly, I felt the spirit of an elderly woman. She got right in my face, laughed, and said that she was a witch and that she kept company with the others that were there. Her energy was overwhelming. I explained excitedly to our entourage what I was feeling. I told them she was touching my face. Andrea, who remained calm under every circumstance, snapped a photo. Sure enough, an orb was photographed touching my cheek. Finally, the elevator door opened, and I left the group to proceed without me.
The next night, we ventured out again. I decided to cut the evening short, however, and returned to my room. My daughter Jayme, my assistant for the second night, was eager to go to the clubhouse. She reported that when the group entered the building, they all agreed that the energy of this night was much lighter than the night before. My daughter thought it was all a hoot and said later that she felt intoxicated. Another guest also reported experiencing similar sensations. Jayme felt so frivolous, in fact, that she stood under a dust cover and pretended to be a ghost. Oddly enough, while doing her Casper imitation, several photos were taken that showed her to be covered in orbs.
Later that night, I had my most frightening experience of the trip, though not of the type that might be expected. Jayme and I were both in our room in our respective beds. The accommodations were very nice, with beautiful furniture, full-length mirrors, and even a little kit to shine your shoes. I was just dozing off when I realized that I had forgotten to brush my teeth. Although the room was dark, there was just a tiny bit of light coming through the door, so I decided to leave the lamp light out so as not to wake my daughter.
As I went toward the bathroom, I caught a glimpse of some movement directly in front of me. It became a little clearer as I neared it, and seemed to be a figure, yes, a female figure dressed in a filmy white gown. I looked closer in shock at the advancing figure, and saw an expression of terror gazing back at me. I grabbed my heart and stumbled backwards. The figure in front of me did the same. A scream began to escape from my throat.
Just then, I realized that the horrifying apparition was actually my own reflection in the full-length mirror on the bathroom door. I clasped my hand over my mouth and leaned against the wall for a while until I was calm enough to quietly go back to bed. The next day, Lisa reported hearing unearthly moans and muffled screams that seemed to be coming from right inside our room, but had felt so unnerved that she had pretended to be asleep in hopes that whatever evil was lurking there would pass over and leave her unharmed. I agreed that was the best course of action, and decided to just keep my little episode to myself for a while. Some mysteries are better left unsolved.
I “saw” a spirit and told those who were with us that the spirit was touching my face. This orb was photographed in the place that I felt my cheek being touched.
Jayme and Lisa, with my son’s girlfriend Kim, were also along for another one of my misadventures. It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon, and we girls pooled our money and rented a pontoon so that we might have a carefree day of floating about the lake. Lisa was piloting the boat, and we were having a grand time traveling the full length of Lake James.
Jayme and Lisa decided a swim would be fun, but we had not brought swimsuits, as this had been an impulsive trip. They figured it would not matter, since they were wearing tee shirts. They dropped their shorts and went into the water wearing only their tee shirts and undies. They were having a ball. They were having so much fun that I decided to join them. I was wearing a button-up shirt, however, and I did not want to get it wet. Therefore, I decided to just go in my underwear and bra. I was wearing my favorite “granny” panties that boast a lively zebra design, so I hoped that from a distance they might be mistaken for a sporty swimsuit. However, because the boat was anchored in a private cove, and since the ladder going down into the water was facing the embankment, I felt safe from prying eyes.
The girls were greatly amused by my attire and began heartily laughing as soon as I began my descent. Jayme in fact, became so overcome by the whole situation that she began sinking, all the while yelling that she was drowning, between gasps and giggles. I paid no mind, however, and dropped into the water. I have gained a little weight and am not as active as I once was, so I was a little startled at how quickly I dropped and how deeply I sank. I fought back panic as I sank for what seemed to be an eternity. I felt water enter my nose as I continued my downward plunge. I kicked my legs, and waved my arms and tried to stay calm as I reminded myself that I would float if I would relax. Finally, I breeched the surface only to face the contorted faces of the girls, who said I went a full inch under the surface and bobbed straight back to the top like a cork.
I turned my back to them and swam away only to be promptly caught in a current that began dragging me away from the boat and toward the shore. I floated on my back and worked very hard to move toward the boat without making much progress, so I donned a life vest that was tossed to me in order to rest a bit. Soon, I decided to climb back into the boat. Lisa and Jayme did the same. Lisa began to climb the ladder, but had a terrible time since it was barely in the water. She stuck one foot over the railing and hung nearly upside down while struggling to gain control and get on board. Finally, after flailing about for several minutes, she managed to get her feet under her. I looked at the ladder, horrified that I might not be able to repeat Lisa’s success, when I realized that with the quick snap of a latch the ladder would extend several feet further down and thus be within easy reach. Joyous with my discovery, and even more joyful that the discovery was made after Lisa’s escapade, I advanced on the pontoon. It was not an easy climb and I had to pause several times before righting myself. I then got dressed, secure in the knowledge that my display had gone unnoticed except by my companions.
It was at this point that the old man in his fishing boat pulled away from the edge of the cove and went speeding by. He stared at us intently with a huge grin on his gnarly face. I am thinking he caught not only a fish, but also an eyeful.
Play is important to maintaining balance in your life. As usual, my playtime resulted in yet another embarrassing moment.
Play is an important balancer. By allowing our inner child out to play, we keep that child contented, our mind rested, and our body healthy. When we see life through the eyes of a child, we often see through the complexity of life and experience more of life's simplicity.
As an exercise in spiritual development, I decided to take a walk outside myself and into the spirit world. I chose a tarot card, that of the “world”, to assist me in this endeavor. The world card is a card of abundance and shows an image of an unclothed woman, a mother figure, who is literally standing in blue sky. This card seemed to pull on me for reasons that I did not understand, so I chose this card and the figure on it as my guide. I sat in a comfortable chair, relaxed, and closed my eyes.
I imagined that the card was the size of a door and that it was standing alone in the middle of the room. I imagined that I stood up in my spirit, leaving my body in my chair, and I walked into the card. As I entered that realm, the cardboard image became a three-dimensional world. I felt so excited, but when I realized that the woman was unclothed, I was suddenly embarrassed and averted my eyes. She laughed, and I realized that it is true that fairies’ laughter sounds like the tinkling of bells. When I looked at her again, she was clothed in a sarong, as was I.
She took my hands and we began to fly through space. I felt light and filled with excitement. We stopped, stood in the air, and held hands while we faced each other. We begin to spin and I remembered how it felt to be a child again. Suddenly, she released one hand, pulled me through space by my other hand, and headed straight for the sun. I became afraid and tried to pull away, but she held tight. As we neared the sun, we flew even faster and, although I was terrified, I did not feel heat. In a matter of seconds, we were in the sun, but were not consumed. I looked at her and then at myself. We were both part of the sun, and existed as pure light. Once again, she took my hand and pulled me in order to leave, but I did not wish to go. I wanted to stay, as I was completely at peace and filled with joy. Again, she proved too strong and pulled me back into space. I saw that we were now composed of millions of particles of light. While we had regained our forms, we had retained the light. I felt overjoyed, and again she laughed. She took my hands and we began a slow spiral descent, back to blue sky, and back to the door way. She smiled at me, and released my hands as I stepped back into my room. As I turned to look at her, she was once again an unclothed image in a mere drawing. I returned to my body, breathed a deep cleansing breath, and opened my eyes.
I am certain that although I was again in physical form, the essence of the light was still part of me.
If you would like to step out in spirit, you may try the following exercise. First, find a comfortable and quiet spot. Take deep calming breaths and allow your body to relax. You might like to have soft music playing and perhaps burn incense and /or candles. Imagine that you are glowing with light and that your angels are surrounding you. Next, Imagine that you are so heavy that you slip right out of your body right down to the floor, or that you are so light that you touch the ceiling. Then imagine that you are walking through a doorway that has opened right in the middle of your room. As you pass through the doorway, pretend that you are walking into a beautiful garden where flowers are growing, birds are singing, etc. You can also “walk” into a favorite painting or into a place you have visited or remember from childhood. Imagine that you experience a shower that washes away any bad feelings that you have been experiencing, and then feel warm sunshine on your face. Pretend that you meet a rabbit that talks, a white unicorn, or a ladybug that is really a lady. You might also imagine that you are walking through a tunnel toward a light. As you travel through the tunnel, you allow yourself to see visions of yourself as you may have existed in a past life. Remind yourself that you are safe from the emotions of that time and allow yourself to merely observe.
In time, you may have a guide approach you, in whatever form you choose, to help you with challenges you may be facing. If you are given information that you do not later remember, or are given gifts of any kind, you will retain the essence of that so that you have what you need when you need it. You may not comprehend what is imparted to you at first, but in time, you should acquire the necessary insight.
If you feel uncomfortable at any time, simply stop. In time, you may wish to wrestle inner demons by envisioning them as characters that embody your emotions or aspects of your own personality. Remember, you are in control, and never do anything that makes you uncomfortable.
When you are ready, imagine yourself walking back into your body. Focus on your breathing again. Feel yourself fitting back into your environment, relaxed and refreshed.
Imagination is a powerful tool, and perhaps it is its’ own reality. Through your imagination and imagery, you can affirm what you wish to believe, and through your beliefs you can often manifest the reality you wish to create. Through imagination, you increase your creativity, which in turn enhances your intuition. Simply daydreaming is a wonderful way to open doors in your mind and experience the magic of imagination.
Dear Diary: It has been just another day as usual. I cannot say that I slept very well last night as I was awakened in the middle of the night only to see the specter of a man standing beside my bed. He was unshaven, had long curly hair, and was wearing a tank top undershirt and boxer underpants. He even had a towel wrapped around his neck. His expression indicated that he thought that I was the one in the wrong place. Though startled at first, I decided that tonight I was not going to be bothered, so I rolled over and went back to sleep. This was very different from my experience the night before. I had fallen asleep with the phone on the bed only to awaken to what I thought was it ringing. I picked up the phone and said “hello.” There was no answer, but I heard what seemed to be a sound similar to what a fax machine or computer, but soon realized that the sound did not come from the phone but from beside the bed. I was very groggy, and very calm as I saw the shadows of two very thin man-like creatures standing beside the bed. One being was about three feet tall and the other was perhaps about four feet tall. The taller being carried a small box hanging by a strap from his shoulder. They both seemed to be looking at me, but I did not feel afraid. I felt curiosity instead. As the fax sound continued, I thought, “So that is what they sound like.” Immediately after that thought, I fell into a deep sleep and remained asleep until the next morning.
I saw a new client this morning, dear diary: a woman who was worried about her husband, as she was uncertain of his love for her. I reassured her that I felt he loved her. This made her so happy that she decided to ask about her relationship with her boyfriend as well.
Wren, my evil attack Chihuahua, engineered an escape from the porch today, and stealthily began to make her way across the road. She spied a neighborhood child making his way home riding a “Big Wheel.” If there is anything that Wren likes less than a child, it is a child on a Big Wheel. She also spied her nemesis, the dreaded black lab, lying in his front yard. Wren took one look back at me, calculated the distance, and figured I did not stand a chance of catching her before she made her move. Her decision was not whether to attack, but rather whom to attack. She decided her best bet was to go for the lab. I took off in hot pursuit and caught her within two feet of her attacking a very startled-looking canine. Wren was very angry about being captured and the hair stood up on her spine for several minutes.
I did receive some interesting phone calls today. Someone in Taiwan was lost, and fortunately, I was able to help his family locate him. I described a certain area and, since it was a place familiar to them, he was found alive and well.
A mother brought her daughter by earlier. It seems as if the child has vision problems and asked that I share healing energy with her. I had done this before, and it had helped her. Naturally, I was happy to be of assistance and to do that again.
A woman came by who wanted help in communicating with her loved ones whom had passed on. Though it took quite a bit of energy, I was able to comfort her and she felt satisfied with the information she received. A very creative woman also came by and I mediated for her spirit guide. She was an interesting woman, an old soul I am sure. Finally, a man visited and discussed his financial concerns and property dealings. I do feel that things will improve for him soon.
I received word that a client’s father had passed away quite suddenly. She said that I had told her in her session that she needed to spend time with her father, as he was not well. She did not believe me and had felt her dad was fine. Three days later, her dad died unexpectedly from a heart attack. It is very sad.
Oh, I also received a message from a client who attended a group session and wrote down some of my comments. It seems that before the presidential election in 2000, I had been recorded saying the following: “An imposter will take the White House. A great explosion will occur in the northeast and will reverberate throughout the land. A man in a white turban will be behind it all.” Oddly enough, I had forgotten having said any of that. That reminds me too of the vision I had and that my friend recorded just before going on the air with my radio show. I had envisioned a wall of water coming into a city. Panic-stricken people were everywhere, and I had felt a dam might have given way. I am assuming, of course, that I had perceived the levy break in New Orleans that occurred shortly thereafter.All in all, dear diary, it was just another day. Maybe tomorrow, something truly amazing will happen. Until then: good night.