What it’s like to communicate with spirits
I don’t meet very many people who can communicate with spirits but I know that we are all capable of it if we simply open the channels that prevent us from seeing. I’ve seen spirits ever since I was a little girl and I never told a soul until much later in life. I used to be afraid to use the bathroom because I didn’t like the faces that would stare at me. I always made sure the blinds were closed at night thinking they were coming from outside. I was at the age where I wasn’t cognizant of what was happening, I just knew it felt uncomfortable. I slept in the closet, because it was dark and I felt safe. I think I was 10 or so when I shut it down because my environment didn’t support it and I was unconscious of what was actually happening.
Years later in my early 20’s, I began to see them again. I moved into an apartment 3 weeks before my roommates were expected to get back from Christmas break. A couple nights I fell asleep on the couch at the bottom of the stairs and awoke to what I attributed at the time to a hallucination. Until it happened again. I opened my eyes to see a young girl dressed in a long night gown standing at the top of the stairs. She was calm so I was calm, plus, I just figured I was crazy. I didn’t tell anyone I could hear her laughing through the vents. Finally, after a series of strange happenings including random things being moved and disappearing, I mentioned what I had seen to my friends. They started to hear her too. I was away from the apartment one night and let a friend sleep over in my room and he awoke to loud laughter in the hallway. He opened the door and no one was there so he tried to go back to bed. Moments later he heard it again and opened the door. Nothing. He was a believer after that. This was just the first in a string of such occurrences.
One of my favorite stories happened years ago. This story takes place during my level 4 Healing Touch Retreat at Sunrise Ranch in 2011. We each had to partner up with someone who we were to practice 4 sessions on. The woman I ended up with I was intimidated by initially. I actually was drawn to the woman sitting beside her but when I walked over, she had already linked with someone else. My partner was a regal looking, beautifully put together yoga instructor. When I went into her field the first time and scanned her chakras with my pendulum they were all open. I had a moment of insecurity thinking that she was already perfect and how was inexperienced me supposed to make a difference? Then, I noticed a slight in-discrepancy in the left side of her field when I scanned it with my hands. A voice whispered in my mind, Ask her about her relationship with her mother. At the time, I was unfamiliar with this form of communication and didn’t think too much about it. At the end of the session when we were dialoguing about our experiences I asked, “How is you relationship with your mother?” She responded abruptly without any room for discussion, “There isn’t one.” Then I knew there might be something there. The next session where I was working on this woman, I began to see a little old lady spirit presence who kept waving her etheric hands and saying, tell her I am here, tell her I am here. I kept saying to myself or maybe to her, no frikin way I am telling her you are here, I must be going crazy. After the session, I didn’t mention what I saw, after all I was crazy right? Then came our 3rd session and the spirit presence showed up again. Somehow, I knew it was her grandmother. Communicating with spirits, a lot of times I just “know” things without knowing exactly where the information comes from. This time grandma was making her presence really known walking around the table, shouting (and only I can hear) tell her I am here, tell her I am here. Still holing onto the notion that I am crazy, I begin the session. As I start with my hands on my partners feet I head grandma say tell her it’s okay to feel, she doesn’t always have to be so tough. I take this advice and quietly whisper, “it’s okay for you to feel.” And she promptly begins crying on the table. Grandma helps me with the session, mirroring my movements and occasionally prances around yelling, tell her I’m here! Which I don’t. Finally near the end of the session while I have my hands on my partner’s head I ask Grandma, what is your name? The response I hear is Franny which I somehow know isn’t correct and say it in my head. Then out of nowhere, I feel this crazy spirit smack my rear end with her not so solid hands. I felt the energy clear as day and had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing out loud…my partner is still crying softly on the table. I had no idea what was happening and am still thinking that crazy about sums it up but I knew what I had felt. At the end of the session when my partner sits up I ask, “Did you grandmother pass away?” She replies, “Yes.” I then ask, “On your mom’s side?” and she says, “Yes.” To which I respond, “Well, she wants me to tell you that she’s here.” My partner cries even harder and begins to tell me the story of how her parents were both drug addicts who are no longer in her life and her grandmother was the one who raised her and her younger brother. It all begins to make sense until I ask, “What was her name?” My partner replies, “Her name was Carol” I laugh and say, “Oh, that’s not what I got.” And then my partner chimes in with, “but we used to call her Granny!” I had heard 'Franny', and the old woman spanked me because I got it wrong! I then told my partner the whole story and she laughed saying, “that sounds exactly like her, she is from the South and would do stuff like that all the time.” This today, remains one of my most cherished experiences.
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