Many Spirits Are You Living With?
first became aware that I was sharing room and board with a spiritual being
when she made herself visible to me one night.
This encounter happened after I had climbed into bed and, as I tried to
settle to sleep, felt as though I were being watched.
turned slowly toward the source of my discomfort and there, suspended
approximately a foot off the carpet, long and gossamer was a spirit, hovering
near the door.
I instantly felt it to be female although I had no basis for this
kept a steady eye on her, trying to coax her into a sharper clarity by
squinting my eyes and then opening them as wide as I could but, after a few
brief moments, she was gone.
anyone who has read my other articles on this subject, my adventures always
seem to occur in the bedroom, which may force you to wonder and even suspect
that I was indeed asleep, and dreaming something that seemed so real that I
claimed it as my reality.
apartment has a collection of spirits housed within its walls, but this
nightly entity was the only one I could actually see.
evening, as I sat in my living room, I watched as the hall light started to
flicker on and off which I took as an indication of the bulb needing to be
finding a spare bulb and dragging a chair over to the socket, I climbed up to
change the offending bulb.
Reaching for the switch, I realized that it was in the off position.
I took out the replacement bulb, and put back the original bulb,
clicked the switch to the on position and was immediately illuminated in
tested it in the off position and cast the hallway into darkness.
played with the switch a few more times and then, happy that the bulb and
outlet were working okay, left the light off and returned the chair and the
replacement bulb to their rightful places.
On my way back into the living room, I looked toward the hall and saw
that the light was on again.
I went over to the switch and saw that it was still in the off
was then that I realized that I was being teased.
I yelled into the emptiness of my apartment, "I'm not playing your
games anymore...go to God!"
I said these particular words because I had read in one of my many
books on the subject of spirits that you could get a spirit to remove itself
by telling it to "go to God."
light began a frantic display of flickering off and on...off and on, for what
seemed like an eternity but was actually only moments and then the light went
out, the switch still in the off position, and the hall in darkness again.
had no visitor that night.
few days passed and then I had another strange occurrence.
had been at the kitchen sink, washing dinner dishes when all of a sudden, a
mug exploded in my hand.
I had not placed this mug in water; it was still at room temperature.
Shards of glass went ripping through my flesh and littered the counter
tops and floor.
The "pop" of the explosion brought my son running into the
kitchen to find me extracting glass from my bloodied palm.
After cleaning up and making sure the glass was all collected and
properly disposed of, my son asked what had happened.
I related to him what I have already told you, the reader.
Describing the mug...it was a thick, heat-resistant type of clear glass
and not the flimsy type to shatter at the slightest change in temperature.
While my son was trying to figure out the cause, I was convinced that I
had angered a certain spirit and the tricks were turning into foul play.
next night, my visitor returned and, while I tried to coax her further into
the room, she remained hovering near the door, her gossamer white appearance
now a blue-tinged, cloud-like substance.
thought...if I could meditate, I would be able to reach her but I've never
been good at meditating.
I can't sit still long enough to accomplish this skill, but I continue
to work on this goal because it is a necessary part of my journey.
never felt threatened by my visitor; she just watched over me.
She exuded such a peaceful aura, that I am not totally convinced she
was responsible for my dilemma.
Maybe she knew of the other spirits in the apartment and was offering
later, my son decided to share his experiences with me, this on the day before
he moved out to get on with his own life.
He had many visions while staying with me...visions of spirits that
were not visible to me.
I never told him of my visitor, not wanting to upset him but, as you
read you'll see, he was having visitors of his own!
described them as male, dressed in a style befitting the wild-west era.
He said he would see them standing near my living room window,
watching, waiting, for what, he knew not.
He was very upset at seeing these, not accepting any of my
explanations...excusing them as crazy and, I'm sure he thought that I was not
the sharpest knife in the drawer after all was said and done...but I know
spirit came to me less frequently over the course of the last five years that
I remained in residence in that apartment, and when I moved to a smaller
apartment in the same building, she stayed behind.
This new apartment is silent...I don't feel a presence.
continue to try and meditate, hoping that when I am finally at a higher degree
of awareness, I will be able to find the answer to my question...do they share
our world, or do we share theirs?
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