 
I just want to say a fine Hello and Happy Halloween - Hallow's Eve - to everyone who reads this blog. The Realms of matter and spirit tend to collide today so keep an open mind and open eyes!
Multiply is new to me and I am still learning how to make it do what I want it to do, so I beg patience. I brought over most of old articles from Yahoo 360 because I am just egotistical enough to like what I write and wish to preserve it. I am going to keep my old blog and convert it into a place to post recipes and needlework, even posting my own patterns up there if it lasts. I don't know if Yahoo is going to survive, though and I hate wasting my time and effort.
More Ghost Stories :
Nearly a ghost story, first : My husband and I were camping. I had begged to go. Leon had bought all the gear and prepared us for the trip. I was laying in my sleeping bag and couldn't sleep. I had been terrified walking in the dark to our camp site Friday night. I saw monsters and gigantic creatures, heard owls.. and, well - you know what a city girl can become when she is actually in the country for the first time -- I mean, really, really, in the country. .. no ghosts, just total hysterical fear and I wasn't about to tell Leon, either. About half way through a sleepless night I decided to try soul travel, hadn't done it in a while but what the heck anything would be better than the terror I felt. I concentrated (and there is a way to do it, trust me.) and started to rise from my body when I saw a form standing over me. It was a guardian I had seen several times before. "YOU KNOW THAT THIS ISN'T GOOD FOR YOU !!!!!! Stay ! " his hand pressed down on my chest and I went back down to my uncomfortable and sleepless body. "But... But... but, well.what right have you...?" I stammered. Bossy people even in eternity. Here is the freaky part of the story: my chest hurt the next day where his hand had pressed.
One of the most fantastic sighting of ghosts I ever had was on a trip down to St. Augustine Fl. in the summer of 1970. (I was 18/19) I was with my whole family and was pretty much trapped into whatever itinerary they wanted but I did enjoy the fort in St. Augustine, Fl. - well, most of it.
I wasn't thinking of ghosts that moment but got a shock when I walked into one of the rooms. On the walls were men manacled and starving - their clothes hanging off their emaciated bodies, torn and even bloodied. I felt that they had been tortured. I think I saw 4 or 5 men. I was so stunned I could not but stare in horror. Was anyone else seeing this? I was not in the formal tour so I just had walked into the room, alone. I didn't see them with my mortal eyes... but with my spiritual. I felt pity but knew I was seeing what had been a very long time ago. I didn't run. I just walked out of the room to begin breathing again. The formal tour was out there and the park ranger was explaining how prisoners had been walled up and left to die in that room. I knew that already so I walked up to the allure to see the sun and breath fresh air. I could have sworn I smelled the foul odors of men dying in their own wastes.
In Halloween 1979 we moved into our present house after moving to the Northwest in the year before. When we toured the house I didn't feel anything so I did not think it was haunted in any fashion. I was careful about that sort of thing because while ghosts can been the spice in the sauce they can also be damn annoying and even dangerous. The next spring I was laying in bed around 8 AM (always being a late raiser!) I saw in my mind the ghost of the woman we bought the house from walk through the front door... didn't hear any material world sounds - just saw her do it. I didn't get up to greet her. I had known she was dying and I realized she must have done so recently. I don't see ghosts, I perceive them and even 'hear' them most of the time.
"Hello Fay, you must have died of your illness. I'm sorry."
"I couldn't leave.." she said "Are you happy with the house.?"
"Oh, yes, Fay, very happy... we love it. Our first home. Thank you... Go to God, now and rest. You don't belong here. Don't worry about earth, the house is fine, you don't belong here any more."
She just stood in the door way and nodded, turned and walked out the front door as if she was still in material body.
Poor lady! worried about the house? I didn't hear this through my ears but in my mind. The front door was not open, by the way. I checked. I saw her in February, later I saw her son. She had died in December of brain cancer. I wanted to tell him but I knew he was a Protestant Christian and would be upset so I didn't. (Chicken!) I would have been comforted if someone said my mom was doing well in eternity... but a heavy-duty protestant? Wasn't so sure it would be belief, fear or hope he would feel.
Without the house being haunted most of my experiences back in the 1980's were outside of the home - until something arose out of the yard that I will talk about in a moment. There is a corner in Seattle - I would pass it going to the main library for research on my novels and later on my foray into higher education. Its directly across the street from the main library on 4th & Madison (I think the new one is further north?) Well, every time I walked past that corner I would see and hear things from the 1800's. Some of them scandalous, others very violent and at least one murder. Pike Street market is also haunted. Noticed it immediately. I would call it the first basement floor. There used to be a bead store there. I am not sure quite who, my mother said she saw a woman. I have read it is the daughter of the Indian chief Seattle is named for. We felt several spirits in the floors beneath the main market.
There was a haunting here, in the house, later in that decade. I think I caused it by giving a very ancient spirit, my energy. I was experimenting during that time with all kinds of spirituality & psychic disciplines : meditation, Tarot, candle watching, a little witchcraft, reading a tremendous amount of ancient and modern occult literature, I even studied other religions, looking for a Spiritual Path... something deep in the earth awoke and invaded the house. It was an evil Indian shaman whose body is partly buried in this very mundane yard of mine. I was honestly scared stiff. It is one thing to read about evil - another thing to encounter it. And totally terrifying to have to defend yourself. I still don't like to talk about it because, well, I blamed myself... if I hadn't been dabbling in mystical or occult things he would not have gained as much power as he had. I was also researching the Christian Path, by the way and that irritated him more than anything else I was doing. I think He attacked me for that reason, alone. Some of the haunting were very mundane things ... His face in the bathroom window ... or in the wash room window that looks in the same direction - His hand would appear also and try to grasp mine when I was closing windows. He attacked me in my bedroom one night. I won't tell you how but I have always believed he meant me real spiritual harm, perhaps, even physical harm. It was like something out a really bad movie. I was way over my spiritual head and knew it. I asked for help and used everything I knew, everything my mom had told me,even asked a priest to come over for prayers and began to pray to Christ very sincerely for one of the first times in my adult life. There is an old saying about there being no atheists in fox holes, goes double when the battle field is a spiritual one. My husband admitted to me that he was seeing the same things I was. Even a neighborhood friend saw him sitting under my cherry tree on a bear skin rug. How do you lay a ghost ? - not a friend or a family member - but something nasty? I asked Christ for help and every time I did, He came through for me.
( Believe or not, I am only reporting to you my own experiences.Christ is a choice. )
Slowly, the haunting faded. Every so often I feel something but its a shadow of a shadow... easily mistaken for a memory of a fear I once had. Sometimes knowledge comes to us easily. Sometimes, it comes the hard way. That haunting was definitely knowledge coming the hard way to your's truly!
I even grew herbs that were supposed chase evil spirits away. Most of all I learned how to keep my energy to myself - to block its use by others - building psychic walls is not easy but very necessary. I learned a mighty spiritual law - one of the major ones. Ghosts don't have a lot of power in and of themselves. They must feed off the living or from the environment. That is why there are so many reports of cold spots in haunted houses and drained batteries from paranormal investigators. Why there are so many reports of lights flickering, electrical appliances turning off and on, even telephone calls from the dead. I have even heard of several ghostly events on computers, though these are still very rare.
Those who don't believe (atheists, materialists) , those who are ignorant of spiritual matters (undecided, neutral souls who mean no harm but have not dedicated themselves one way or other.This includes the curious seeker.) , the innocent young (babies & children) those who take drugs of all kinds including alcohol and therefore are naturally opened to all kinds of influences (they aren't strong enough to face life how can they be expected to face multiple realities? and drugs opens the unconscious up like a dead clam.) can all be easy targets to the stray spirit or the nasty ghost.
I could write about all the cat ghost visits (they tend to be very gentle and only short visits !) but it would make this article way too long. And, Yes, it does happen! As recently as this week.
ONE more experience before I end this... one day, my husband, Leon asked me to go fetch something from the room I am writing from this morning. Our attic is nothing more than a crawl space - its opening is just outside this room in the hall ceiling. As I was walking past the attic opening (which was opened because it was summer!) I saw a gargoyle - yes, a gargoyle. No hair, looking ugly as sin, leathery body, large claws bending down looking at me curiously. Well, a gargoyle. Scared, startled by such the sudden intrusion of the unexpected, I said a quick prayer "Jesus Christ, son of God, have mercy on me a sinner!" quietly and told the beastie he had no welcome in our house... and fetched the object I was seeking... I didn't want Leon to know what I saw ... never sure if he could see it, too - He did and commented about the Gargoyle in our attic. I said yes, but I told it to go and it did. I saw in my mind that it flew away through the walls out towards the south. Odd, very odd. I really wonder sometimes how the universe works ... is that a spirit, my imagination or is it the denizen of some alternative dimension - but it couldn't be my imagination because my husband saw it, too -
SO WHAT WAS IT? Now that doesn't fit quite into my world view... !
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