How many of you, out there, fear ghosts? How many have negative thoughts or feelings when the word: ghost, pops up? I wonder what the difference is between a ghost, and an angel? Isn’t a ghost just a spirit, which is tied to the physical plane for some reason? Aren’t they tied here, to the grief of a loved one, or by their lack of knowledge of a better place? Isn’t an angel just a spirit which is aware of their ‘spirit-ness’? Isn’t an angel just a spirit which has passed on, to the spiritual plane?
With the Winter holiday behind us, and having enjoyed mine immensely, I wonder how many of you out there, enjoyed yours? Did any of you experience any miracles or anything that amazed you? I would like to share part of my holiday with you, the part which so beautifully amazed me.
I went with my children to a cabin in the snow, one with no electricity and no plumbing, to rough it. When we arrived, it was very cold, well below zero, and quite possibly as cold indoors. I got a fire going in the wood stove and, while we skied and I ran in, then out to keep that fire going, it gradually warmed up.
I’ve never had to keep a fire going during the night,
and discovered around two a.m. that I didn’t have the knowledge to do that. It was out and I had to start it again. “Mommy…” While I was building the fire, I heard a crisp, childlike voice. I looked for my daughter, thinking it was her, and realized she was sound asleep, in the wrong direction, and that she is older than the voice sounded.
Once I was back in my sleeping bag, snuggled in and getting warm, I heard three, very clear, musical notes, as if being played on a piano. It might have been one measure. Of course, there was no piano in the cabin, nor was anyone else awake.
I figured it had to be a ghost. ‘That’s beautiful, thank you! I am glad to have your company!’ I thought out to whatever it was.
I sensed a great joy in return. ‘No one ever pays attention to me when I play!’ I thought I sensed in response.
I tried to relax but I was wide awake with this new experience. After a while I heard more music, two measures maybe. It was very peaceful, relaxing music. ‘That’s lovely!’ I thought out again.
‘Maybe I’ll play some more!’ I sensed in response. I sensed a feminine energy, young and joyful. She didn’t play right away. I meditated and got out of my bag to add more wood to the fire.
I stayed awake for a while. I got the fire roaring, yet I continued to feel wide awake.
Around five a.m., I had almost given up going back to sleep, yet I decided to meditate one more time. The music started again. It repeated over and over again, lulling me back to sleep.
I woke briefly at seven a.m., hearing it again briefly, then sleeping again.
During the night, I texted a friend of mine who I know works nights and wouldn’t be disturbed. He is a medium and I asked him if he could reach out to this spirit. He shared that she had had some kind of accident, probably in the 30’s or 40’s.
During the day, I tried to reach out to her. She told me her name is Jeannie, she’s five, almost six. ‘I am NOT dead!!’ she insisted. She told me she came with her parents to look at the land here so they could build a house, but after she fell in the river, they decided not to buy. I tried to talk to her about a less physical area where she could go and find her parents and others, who, like her, were less physical than I. She seemed more comfortable with that explanation, than with the idea that she was dead! She did not, however, agree to go.
That night my adult son and his girlfriend came to stay with us. They slept up in the loft. I woke up at seven a.m. to a more complicated version of the music, with trills. I noticed my twelve-year-old was awake.
“Did you hear that?” I asked him.
“It was just an alarm.” He told me. I didn’t believe it. His iPad was next to me so I picked it up and checked it. It had no alarms set, none.
Later he showed me an alarm which played the same music, but in a different order. Maybe the ghost used the iPad to play the music. When my adult son and his girlfriend woke up, I asked them if they had heard it. My son hadn’t, but his girlfriend had.
Roughing it, skiing, and having my family there to play with in the snow made it special there. Jeannie added an element of mystery! She is a wonderful example of a joyous ghost.
When I got home, the ghost in my own house was angry when I went to bed. It was about 10:30 and something banged above me. There is no upstairs above me, so I thought it must be her. She’s been here for years now. I walked in my bedroom, thinking that it must be her and I looked at my clock: 2:22, then at my husband’s clock: 2:22. I did a double take because they are usually 3-5 minutes off and because all those twos were very noticeable. I got the message from my guides that my thought: ghost, was correct.
It wasn’t until the next day that I realized it was 10:30 ish when those clocks both said 2:22!!
I thought to her, ‘what’s got you all upset?’
‘Nobody ever pays any attention to me!’
‘Well, I’m paying attention. Is there anything you need to talk about?’
‘I’m just lonely.’ She shared.
‘Well, you’ve got my company whenever you need it.’ After that her banging stopped and I was able to go to sleep. She just needed to be heard, like many of us physical beings. Then she calmed right down. So, even angry ghosts can be calmed, with a caring heart!!