“A cheerful frame of mind, reinforced by relaxation… is the medicine that puts all ghosts of fear on the run.”

~ George Matthew Adams, American newspaper columnist

I have heard from several folks who have a variety of issues in their homes and personal lives that they believe to be caused by spirits, negative energies and other people. Here is a short primer on some ways to deal with several of these issues…

GHOSTLY ACTIVITY

Firstly, much ghostly activity is actually negative turbulence that builds up from the people who live in the house. This can come from thoughts, words and actions…such as having arguments with others, feeling depressed, crying a lot or illness. Some houses hold it more than others due to the way light flows in the structure or due to what kind of rock the house is built over.

How to combat this:

1. Get some copper wire and twist several strands of it together while you are thinking about grounding out the negativity in the structure. You want to make four separate pieces of at least 12 inches in length. Then go outside and at the corners of your building, tack or nail one to each corner of the foundation (even if its a brick foundation) and stick the other end of it down into the ground. (If you live in an apartment try putting it behind a bush or a planter or something so as not to weird out the neighbors. However if you cannot hide it, don’t worry, humans in general are unobservant and if you do it after dark they will take no notice of it the next morning. Begin in the east and work COUNTER-clockwise until you finish in the south….remember, these are for grounding energies OUT, not for bringing energies UP.

2. You want to smudge the house or apartment COUNTER-clockwise beginning at the highest point and moving to the lowest point….saying something like “I banish from this home all wayward negativities, any and all spirits and elementals of ill intent and I protect this home from prying eyes, both incarnate and astral. Then, as you continue saying this, walk the energies to the door…cast them outside and shut the door on them.

3. Place a line of sea salt from left to right across all windowsills and entry doors. (Don’t worry if the kids or the pets get a hold of it…it will not hurt them) A note: some mystically person will eventually tell you to use Black Salt…DON”T…you will end up casting yourself out of your home and that can be dreadful if you haven’t planned for it.

HOUSE MEMORY

This is sometimes also called “place memory” since it can happen in other places besides houses, such as battlefields and hospitals. It is a phenomena that occurs when something of great emotional strength and depth happens in a place. This can sometimes create an imprint, a type of recording, upon a place.

Explaining how house memory works is difficult but a simplified explanation is that when conditions are exact to those that occurred during the original episode the recording will replay. This usually means the light within the place, the temperature, the time of year, the earth magnetics…any number of factors.

One can usually discern house memory from other phenomena by the fact that the spirits seem to be doing exactly the same thing in exactly the same part of the house every time that they appear. So if you always see a woman in an apron cooking at your stove when you get up around dawn but don’t see her when you get up a few hours later, than she is most likely a house memory. Perhaps this is what she was doing when she was at her happiest moment in her life, or her saddest. If there is a part of your house where you always think that you hear a scream and then someone running down the hall, and it only seems to happen in autumn or only around midnight, chances are that it is not a spirit but a house memory.

Getting rid of house memory is generally a rather large undertaking. It is best to understand it as house memory (a phenomena that ha no will or intent) and live with it. But if you want to get rid of it, some strong measures are required. The only way to try and dispose of it (and I say try, because there is no guarantee of success) is to change the physical layout of your house in the area that is affected. remember that we are talking about light and energy flow here. So you need to widen the hallway, open it to a room at one end, board up the nearest window or move the staircase, move the stove in the kitchen, move the kitchen and switch it with the living room, etc..

My grandmother had a spirit that lived in her house, not a house memory but similar. He wasn’t tied to the house per se but to a specific room that had been his. Her attic was divided into two rooms and one had been his. She didn’t much mind him as he had been the friend that she had purchased the house for decades before. All he ever did was come to her at night and try to show her where he had hidden something in the basement. The family thought she was nuts and she left it at that. Then, in the 1980’s, she had a chimney fire that did some damage to the attic. When the insurance came through and the repairs were made they combined the two attic rooms into one big one. The day that they took down the divided wall the ghost disappeared and hasn’t been seen since.

House memory is very similar, you gotta change its pattern by trying to figure out what energy recorded it…light, heat, magnetics, human emotion…and then take steps to change that particular energy flow. If you see a man come screaming through the living room whenever you and your husband fight in that room…there you have it…quit fighting or do it in the garage.

Sometimes house memory works in reverse.

You decide to do some remodeling. For some reason you really want to create an open walk-through form the dining room into the living room with a little half-wall to either side, something you can set a vase on. The thought of it makes you feel all warm inside. After struggling to convince your other half you get the workmen into do it. A few weeks later the room is done and you sit there, in front of the windows, admiring your work but you realize that there seems to be a shadow of a woman leaning against one of those half-walls looking in your direction. You aren’t frightened though, she gives you the same warm feeling that you had before when thinking about the construction changes. What has happened is that you were reading the imprint left by a former house memory and have inadvertently changed the house back to its original layout, making the light flow between the two rooms as it did when this woman had leaned there, looking out the window, happily enjoying life.

DEPARTED SPIRITS

Another phenomena that may be going on in your home is that there is indeed a spirit of someone departed who is terribly unpleasant. Most are not of the type that will ever HARM you or a child but they might be in the hopes of chasing you away. This has very little at all to do with you or your family and so much more to do with the experiences that they had in their own life. Hopefully in this circumstance the grounding and smudging will help.

One thing to avoid is sitting around and talking about the spirit while in your home, laughing about it or getting angry at it where it can sense this is only going to strengthen its behavior. Talking to it and more specifically putting your foot down is the best policy to begin with. Try not to speak in negatives such as “You will not disturb my sleep!” instead say “You will let me sleep in peace!” When you command a spirit or elemental you must MEAN it, with all of you will power.

If simple commands like this do not seem to work, you may also strongly but kindly point out to the spirit, out loud and on several repeated occasions, that “This house is for the living! It is my home and I choose to share it with YOU! You will be kind and accepting of those who live here! You will let us sleep, eat, dream and interact peacefully in OUR home! This is my will!”

You can always try friendship and helpfulness…get a good spirit medium or psychic (like Moi) to come in and talk to it, see if they can discern its issues and help it move on. Calling in a spiritualist from any faith who knows how to handle banishments is your last resort, never do this straight off as it can be dis-jarring for both the spirit and witnesses to the banishment.

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There are so many other types of spiritual turbulence that one can experience in the home, work place, garden etc… Things like elementals, poltergeists and such. What I have written here is just a primer to the most common occurrences. I’ll write on some other related phenomena later. Til then you have my blessings.

-Vera Nadine

“There comes a time when the mind takes a higher plane of knowledge but can never prove how it got there.”
~ Albert Einstein, 20th-century Theoretical Physicist

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10. Already having your umbrella handy for that unforecast summer shower.

What? You got a problem with that? Where I live this ability has come in quite handy. No…spirits don’t come from the grave just to warn me about the weather. I just know. Sometimes it comes to me when I wake up in the morning and sometimes when I watch the “real” weather man on the news…he says his bit and my intuition says its bit. My intuition is usually spot on.

9. Asking Julia Child for new recipes when you’re in a pinch.

Okay well I don’t know if its really her or a spirit who knows a lot of recipes and talks kinda funny. All I know is that is some fantastic Chicken Alfredo that she whipped up. And I am asking her now for some good artisan bread recipes the next time that she pops in. Or the elusive recipe for that Death By White Chocolate cake that I had the last time that I visited Orkney.

8. Alway having someone to talk to, even if half of the time the voices are only in your head.

One of my guides has this habit of popping in when I am in a situation that is so particularly modern and in some way completely ludicrous. She is always blurting out sarcastic remarks in my head and I have to fight especially hard sometimes to keep from laughing out loud or repeating her comments for all to hear. I think she’s a riot but one of these days she is going to get me in trouble. (Next time I go and chat with her I’ll make sure to comment on her situation in such a way that she has to fight from being inappropriate on my behalf. ;))

7. Being able to throw out the Ouija board (now that you are one.)

I had an ancient pagan priest come to me and tell me that I was “a f-ing Ouija board” and so therefore my desire to use one was just a further removal from the source and I should get rid of it. I am, as usual, a little bit insecure about my gifts and wish always to have them reinforced or “proven” by some other type of divination. (Hey, it’s a known issue and I’m working on it.) Nevertheless, no more ouija board, gone, finito, adios, bye-bye.

6. Being able to hear Elvis sing “Live” even though he’s no longer alive.

Get this…I don’t even really like Elvis. I ‘d prefer to hear Hendrix, Lennon or even Nat King Cole. But Elvis was a strong-willed kinda guy and when we die we are still exactly who we were, end of story. If someone plays an Elvis CD near me I just know that I’m gonna accidentally tune into his energy and the next thing I know its like he’s crooning in my ear. And it’s never the song that’s playing on the CD, it’s always some other song. My head gets confused by this sometimes and so I avoid the ole Elvis music as much as possible.

5. Having dead folks try to tell you what do to with your life.

Though it does seem a bit ironic, this is not meant to be a joke, honestly. They are full of wisdom and are generally altruistic, trying to help the living live the best life possible, without regret. I had a deceased relative come to me after her funeral recently and offer me some advice. She noticed that everyone around her grave could say she was generous but that no one thought of her as kind. You see, she had bent over backwards to help people but was always a bit opinionated. She always gave good advice but in a rather harsh and judgmental way. This made folks afraid to disappoint her and in the end made people back away from her as she became more cantankerous. Her advice to me was to learn the meaning of the two words: kindness and generosity, and try to cultivate BOTH in my life. Good advice since I am asked to give my opinion all the time and usually on topics that people are quite sensitive about.

4. Standing back and watching the building of Stonehenge through one of the builders eyes.

I went to visit Stonehenge on one of my trips to England. In general the place is way too commercial…too much camera clicking, too much highway and not enough chanting for my taste. But, once I sat down and got into an Alpha state the place changed completely. I was there at three different stages. One stage at which there were wooden markers and workmen’s platforms all around, with people hustling and bustling about. One stage with people coming in, down a long promenade to bless the finished circle and one stage at which a ritual was going on. I was standing far outside the circle with multitudes of other worshipers and then I was able to fly up over the whole place and come down in the center circle where an initiation ritual was being performed. Believe me when I say that this is where our phrase “Being part of the inner circle” comes from.

3. Seeing things come to fruition exactly as you had known they would.

This can sometimes be big stuff but is usually just a small-scale, warm fuzzy way of getting a reaffirmation from the Universe of my gift. A while back I woke up in the morning with a song in my head that reminded me of an old friend. As I lay in bed listening to this song I just knew that he was thinking of me and would be calling me later that day. But after I got up and started moving about my day I got a feeling that I understood to be a wake-up to listen. I listened to my intuition and it told me what he would be calling about. He had been diagnosed with a chemical imbalance that was causing him to be clinically depressed and he was wondering if I in my herbal healing, “know-it-all” way I could suggest some things that might help him. That put me on alert and I sat down that afternoon to do a little research. When he called (and he did) later that evening I already had some info put together for him and a brief list of where he could get the stuff. He wasn’t surprised that I already had his info for him but, to be honest, I kinda was.

2. Helping others on their personal spiritual journeys.

People always need some kind of help along the way to achieve their best possible self. That’s why we are all here together, to challenge and assist each other. My most common question from folks is “What is my purpose in life?” Well I really love this one, it shows real thoughtfulness on the part of the individual. They have thought about life, about joy, about health and about family and have determined that each would be benefited most by their following their true purpose. That is the best decision that can be made for anyone. So, they come to me and I tap into their energy waves, their guides and the universal map for their life and that allows me to give them a definitive answer: “You are meant to use sound to heal others. You have a spiritual connection to harmonic sound. Go and learn how to use a synthesizer and make your creations available as a podcast or as CDs. You will find joy in this and will be offering true benefit to this world.” As a spiritual seeker myself I get great joy out of helping others with their paths.

1. Knowing that you are working toward your ascension every day.

Whether you believe that the planet is changing in a fundamental way and that the whole kit and kaboodle is about to enter a higher dimensional existence or you just believe in personal ascension into a higher level of consciousness, the truth is that we are all changing. we are all constantly learning and evolving, releasing behaviors and beliefs that no longer work for us and embracing new thought patterns that better represent what we are now in our lives. In this way we transcend our old selves and become something different, wiser and more evolved. To transcend the past and lovingly embrace who we have come to be is the path to personal ascension. I know that I am working toward my greatest self and toward ascension not just because the spirit guides always tell me so, but because I can feel it within me. With every question that I answer, with every person that I help, I vibrate at a higher level and I emit more light of Universal Love. You are each helping me with my ascension as I live out my calling and help you toward yours. It’s a symbiosis.

“I don’t believe that ghosts are “spirits of the dead” because I don’t believe in death. In the multiverse, once you’re possible, you exist. And once you exist, you exist forever one way or another. Besides, death is the absence of life, and the ghosts I’ve met are very much alive. What we call ghosts are lifeforms just as you and I are.”
~ Paul F. Eno, Author and Paranormal Researcher

As an addition to my Medium Adventures series, a reader recently asked me this question….Should you be afraid of being a medium?

It is an interesting question. And one that several people who have “accidentally” or “purposely” developed this skill over time have probably been faced with.

To be honest because I am a trained witch, meaning a “wise woman,” who has been exposed to the paranormal on a regular basis since I was fifteen, I never really had this concern at all.

But religion and dogma are just a doorway to true spirituality. Many of us are now becoming “spiritual” and slowly dropping the restrictive “religious” approach to self development.

With this in mind, the gifted mediums who are now beginning to blossom and step onto the stage, myself included, come from all different backgrounds and carry with them a wide array of beliefs and understandings.

You may have come to this path through Buddhism, or Catholicism or through Judaism. Where you came from denotes how you will react to the realization that you are starting to develop certain abilities.

This is what annoys me about some of the blogs out there written by other psychic mediums: They speak in a pointed manner about all sorts of “negative” experiences that they’ve had.

Call it transparency or call it shock value, but it does absolutely zero to foster healing or awareness in people. It simply serves to make people keep paranormal phenomena at arms length, to essentially cut themselves off from the spiritual world and their own gifts.

What these psychics fail to realize is that their negative experiences are caused mainly by their own selves, by their approach. (Or lack thereof.)

A witch learns to Believe not just Think that they are in control of the elements and the spiritual realm. Yes, these forces can do things that we cannot do (such as materialize and dematerialize at will) but they cannot take manifest form. This fact gives us a power over them, however much that power may be rooted in the ego.

We are physical beings, but with just as strong of a spiritual energy as any paranormal phenomena. The first thing is to set up boundaries. Spirits have different levels of ability themselves. Some can hear, some can see, some just sense. Others can muster up enough force to speak and even, at times, to move things.

I just felt that shiver run through all of you. *wink, wink* Oh, come on.

So if I approach the communication with spirits, elementals entities and other extra-sensory beings with the knowledge that I am the one in control, it enables me to change my energy frequency in such a way that they understand the boundaries.

I speak to them, both internally and also out loud when I feel the need. I simply tell them that I am open, but that they will only enter when I agree, that they will not show me horrific images, that they will leave my sleep in peace and that they will not fully possess my consciousness. (Most of them do not wish to do this anyway, for how could you give them aid or tell their story if you weren’t present for the bulk of the communication?)

So that is, basically, it for setting up boundaries. Yes, it really is that simple. The key isn’t using biblical symbols or calling archangels or speaking in fancy tongues. The key is true Belief that you have the upper hand.

Think of it this way: If they were more powerful than you are in your little ole physical form, why would they need to come through you to accomplish their work? Why wouldn’t it be you needing to go through them? (Leaving aside the fact that at some points on your learning path it will be you needing to go through them to accomplish your work. That’s what they call a symbiotic relationship folks.)

Many spirits and elementals are simple in nature and not some big galactic or evil force wanting to control all that you do for the next forever and ever, amen.

No. It is the mind and belief structure of the medium that gives these beings their form much of the time. You believe that there is 50% evil in the world and 50% good and you are just waiting for the day when that “evil” attaches itself to you and rides you like a sweaty night hag? Well then, baby, you will have that day, sure as a rainstorm.

But if you believe that we are all essentially of one Great Source, just walking at different learning points on a similar path and you believe that you can help others by becoming one with their energy for a brief space of time…that’s what you’ll end up experiencing. Like the creator of rainbows.

If you are at the beginning of this adventure and you are experiencing new abilities then just let it ride for a while. See where it takes you. This truly is a gift.

Of course, right now, it may not seem like a gift. But at least know that it can be a gift to others. You can help others, just by being open to spirit. You won’t need to go and spend the eight years in college to become a psychiatrist or parapsychologist. You’ll be able to help them instantly, giving guidance and effecting some much needed resolution.

If you feel fear or pain at the thought of becoming a medium, first embrace the feelings as valid expressions of your own inner self awareness. Then allow yourself the freedom to realize your place within all creation and your oneness with all things.

You ARE those spirits, YOU need to get YOUR message through, YOU need to know resolution, YOU need to heal the wounds that YOU had in life so that YOU can progress onward and upward, unburdened to meet YOUR next challenge.

See how it changes and becomes less threatening when you identify with the fact that we are all one and the same energy force striving for the ultimate awareness so that we can reconnect with our Source? You realize the importance of the work that you are being called to do.

If all else fails and you KNOW that you WANT to follow this path of the medium but you have hit a stumbling block, reach out and make contact with another medium. Tell them about your hopes, your fears and your difficulties.

Some may be short with you. Some may be over-wordy. But all will be familiar with at least some of what you are feeling. And just writing out your experiences will help you, I guarantee it.

Blessings on your own path to self-discovery.

-Vera Nadine

“I have a memory like an elephant. In fact, elephants often consult me. ”
~ Noël Coward, English Playwright and Composer

Well there are several different types of Psychic and several different types of energy. I do not claim to know them all. But I get lots of questions about my experiences with energy and paranormal phenomena so I thought I would take a moment to explain one type of psychic ability that I often use. I am not aware of other psychics who have this same type of ability so please drop me a line if you have experience with it.

This gift has to do with time and in particular distant past, however all time is a continuum and the present and future are all occurring together along with the past. So our ancestors who lived in, say, a mud roundhouse are still living there in that mud roundhouse right now. Your unborn grandchildren who will one day run in the field beside their school are already running there right now.

The past is the future and the future is the past. Right now is yesterday and tomorrow is right now.

It may seem hard to grasp, like some big conspiracy of the philosophical people to sound deep and intellectual. But once you suspend confusion and disbelief for a moment it becomes quite easy to grasp.

Have you ever experienced Deja Vu? Have you ever sunken into a conversation with someone or been out shopping with your children or reached for a sweater to fold it and had that warm fuzzy awareness of exactly how the next twenty seconds would occur? It can be eerie but it can also be quite comforting, the knowledge of what the next bit of the conversation will be about.

Is it really so hard to believe that just as we are living in our third dimensional reality, there may be other humans living and striving in their other dimensional reality? Because that is the only difference.

I say that I am a psychic elephant because elephants are rumored to have amazingly long memories.

Some psychics say that they could hear voices as children or see ghosts or often knew the future. Well you could say that I would be one of those whose gift came in the form of knowing the future, but only insomuch as the future IS the past. Since a very small girl I have known the past.

I began by telling little playmates about what used to be where we were playing in our neighborhood. I am quite sure that I freaked out our third grade teacher one day while we were visiting a living history museum that depicted life 150 years ago, by telling her that I “remembered living back then.” She insisted that what I meant was that I remembered having visited the museum before.

Later on in college I studied history, drawn to the spiritual high that I got out of it more than any grand career I imagined it might bring me. During this time I was also working with a priestess of the Goddess and becoming more aware of my connection to the natural and spiritual realms.

My academic focus was on architectural history and its no wonder that I soon began developing a much more acute gift for psychic visions of the past. Buildings are boxes that filter light and light records things in energy form. Buildings are like books waiting dusty on the shelf for someone who knows their language to come along and read them.

People ask me how old their house is. I read its psychic energy, its aura. I give them a date, say, maybe 1778. Then they hire me or someone else to do all of the title and deed research. Inevitably they come back to me and say, “Hey you know my house was built in 1779. How did you guess so close?” I just smile and say, “Oh, I studied this stuff.”

My two best friends know what I can do. My roommate likes to listen to what I see when we go driving around or hiking. Amongst other things, I have seen sacred elders perform an initiation ritual inside Stonehenge, a 17th century ship sink off the New England coastline, an angry Mounty pacing back and forth in front of Niagara Falls and ancient Native Americans hunting just off of a forest hiking trail.

When I worked in museums it was a spiritual rush to go to work every day. To hear the spirits that once owned these artifacts, to feel their energy and often see the scene of when it was made, or gifted or how it was used…these were special moments indeed.

Maybe this is why spirits, living and dead, from other time periods are a lot of what I deal with in my psychic work. They know that I do not believe them to be “long gone” or to be “delusions.” I am one foot in the past at every moment so having a woman who lives in a cave and hunts saber-toothed cats come to me because her young child is dying and ask me to see him safely to her ancestors is not weird at all. I do what I can with my gifts to help the young soul cross over, give the mother some comforting words and then come back to popping microwave popcorn or whatever I was doing.

I must say though that the people around me must sometimes think that I am bored by what they are saying or that I am just a serious daydreamer. When I studied for my Masters in England my professor commented that I had a low tolerance for listening to anyone who wasn’t as clever with words as I am. But he was mistaken.

Our classes were nearly all held on site so to speak. We took long bus and train rides to medieval abbeys, defunct castles, 14th century cottages, pagan monuments, places older than I had ever visited in my life. Then he would walk us around and try to talk about science and conservation. “Ahhhh…sorry, I’m currently watching the 300-year-old monks plant their garden, dude. I’ll, like, be back with reality later…M’kay?” I mean what was I supposed to say?

A guide who came from the Pleiades once told me that I was a recorder. That my gift was to remember all of the details and to have access to all of the lives that I had ever lived. He said that through those recorded moments and people and places I could access any and all other points in time.

People who know me well will tell you that my memory is more than uncanny, its downright spooky and even somewhat annoying. Ask me what shirt I wore on Christmas day when I was 12. No problem, a pink one with a bright orange stripe that said L.A. Gear in it. Ask me what exact words you said to me last Friday as we were coming out of the movie theater…”Man, when did hot dogs start tasting exactly the same as nail polish remover smells?”

Why I know the words to every movie and every character and every song and every comedy skit I have ever heard (much less how these are going to be helpful in some future life) is completely beyond me. I memorize words and pictures, it’s just what I do. I even memorize to a millisecond the pauses between the words and the inflection of peoples voices as they say them. (I do great impressions.) I don’t try to memorize this stuff, it just happens by default.

Like, I will always know if you have been in my closet because I can remember that the blue coat hanger had three white coat hangers hooked on top of it with a pink one on the left and exactly two and a half inches between that pink one and the scarf that lays over the rail at that end. It could be four days since I last opened that closet but if the white hangers aren’t tangled in the blue one anymore or the space has increased to four inches, I’ll know it.

So while I cannot imagine a reason for that spectacularly odd gift of memory, I figure that there must be a good spiritual reason why my newest guide, who is an ascended being and healer, is also a conduit for every female ancestor (both blood related and spiritual family) who has ever come before me.

I am an historical medium, that is the only way that I can describe it. I can often tell you what has happened in a place before, whether it is inside a building or in an open field. Maybe this explains my love of historic research and archaeology…we all feel the need to have our gifts validated from time to time.

The oldest thing that I have been exposed to was probably 35-40,000 years ago. I have had several visions and conversations with people who lived 6-8,000 years ago. And my most frequent communication is with peoples who lived about 1,000-1,500 years ago. Since I live in a relatively young country and see its history all the time (usually in very short but highly-detailed flashes) I consider 100-400 years ago to be basically like yesterday.

I know, you are asking yourself, “If the past, the future and the now are all happening at once and she claims to be able to see the past and speak with people from the past then why can’t she do that for the future too? The answer is that I can. But I do not have the same affinity for it. Human perception allows for only a linear understanding of time, at least on the conscious default kind of level. The past is something that just happens to me, the future is something I have to try to do and I feel lucky but doubtful when I do actually succeed at it.

Some people, rather than being sent forward as a recorder, I am sure have been sent backward as an eraser, to reset things that went too horribly wrong for the world. Perhaps they have a stronger affinity for the future than I do. But the few times that I have been able to look at a piece of land, or held a concept in my mind, that then triggered a view of future realities, they have all been very clear, but very isolated.

For instance, I can see my future home and its surrounding land but not anything that abuts it. I have no idea where the place is but I will definitely know it when I see it. As a matter of fact I call it home now, walk its halls and smell the flowers in its garden. This is because I have already been there. But I have been to my past homes as well, have looked at my past selves.

The past is something that I am just part of, that I just stumble into regularly. It is like an old trusted friend, tried, true and comfortable.

Anyone who has read some of my oldest posts has heard my primary guide Maggie. She is a tenth century healer and wise woman and she lived in Southern England. I have been to her home, MY home actually as Maggie is my own past self, my past life and my higher self as well. I have seen this house in visions and I have been there in the physical.

She told me what the town was now called, I took the train there from where I was going to school, I got off the train and I told her to take the feet (in other words, guide me to where we are going.) We walked about three miles out of the town center and through a modern housing complex. At the end of it sat a hilly field with nothing in it but high-tension electrical wires and a few ruts where people had driven their off-road vehicles.

She marched me across that field, with my eyes completely closed and I saw all of her neighbors huts, the children playing in the cart paths and the pigs in their paddocks. Suddenly she stopped and I was staring at the wooden door behind which was my (and her) former home. When I lifted that latch folks, it was solid and real, I felt it in my hand.

Now I know what HOME feels like and I know that this place truly was her home because I buried a simple mundane object there. When I let her take the feet again four years later, she walked me to the same exact spot in this vast, empty field and a few clawfuls of dirt soon proved it when I came up with my same old Powerpuff Girls key chain.

Beat that for tomorrow nights lottery numbers.

“Respect for the fragility and importance of an individual life is still the mark of an educated man.”
~Norman Cousins, Political journalist, Author, and Peace Advocate

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I have debated for several days about whether or not to post this random spirit encounter but have decided that with all of the sensationalism and misguided statements out there it would not be unreasonable to add my own small voice to the mix in the hopes of being a wee bit more sensible than the general cacophony on the subject of Heath Ledger’s recent passing.

Regular readers of my blog will know by now that we, meaning Vera and Serge, have been traveling in the UK for the past couple of weeks. During our brief but expensive trip to London we did a fair amount of walking, despite their fantastic public transport system, and happened to stroll through an area of London called Clerkenwell while we were out and about.

As I was overwhelmed by the hustle and bustle of the city I didn’t notice too much in the way of spiritual activity while we were there. When we returned to the relatively quiet and slower-paced area of the city where we were staying, however, I began to feel that there was a spirit trying to voice something.

I brushed it off as we settled down to have dinner and didn’t really attempt to tune into it until I was getting ready for bed later in the evening.

When I opened up to it completely, it rushed in like a wave.

The spirit was frantic but disoriented.

I saw it rushing about back and forth in all directions, staying in close proximity but turning every which way.

It was waving its hands from side to side next to its face and fretting over its newfound circumstance.

It was speaking in incomplete thoughts and not to anyone in particular…

“What the…?”

“I can’t, no, I can’t…”

The overall energy was that of someone who is realizing and regretting all at the same time.

As the face finally solidified in front of me I recognized it as Heath Ledger, though I have only seen him in one movie. He seemed darker of hair and chubbier of face, sort of bloated. But it certainly was him.

Please note that this was NOT a deliberate attempt to channel Heath, nor would I do so except at the request of his family. It is simply the case that, as I found out later, I walked through the place in London where he was filming just a week before his passing.

When a spirit passes, before they cross over, they can and often do visit the last manifest places that they spent time in. This is most common when the spirit is trying to understand what happened to them and come to grips with their new, unmanifest, reality…sort of a “taking stock” type of process.

Though this energy was not speaking directly to me, and was not at a settled vibration where I could speak to it, I did get the understanding from his mindset that the circumstances of his passing were, without a doubt, purely accidental.

I could tell that his energy before death had been dark and gloomy, he seemed to have lost the lust for life and was desperately grasping for something to hold on to. His intentions however were in no way wishing for death and the cloudiness of the residual aura that I encountered alongside his spirit suggests that he was not thinking clearly in the days and hours before his passing.

Perhaps someone should have been there caring for him. Perhaps he would not have accepted such care-taking. Perhaps he had lived a party life in his past, or perhaps not. Perhaps he was feeling down and depressed. Who knows for certain?

No matter these things, the truth, as I heard it from his spirit, is that he did not take his own life in any deliberate way. It was not suicide. He simply mistakenly overdosed on something that he took, prescribed or not, while in a very unaware state of mind.

Though the energy suggests that he is not yet resting in peace, I trust that once he adjusts to his new spirit state and checks on the status of his loved ones, he will feel free enough to go into the light and await his reconnection with them in the next realm of life.

My deepest condolences to his family, for whom there is now likely a seeming hole in their lives.

Knowing that all things occur as is best for the spirit and the universe may one day bring them comfort.

Blessed be.

“You cheer my heart, who build as if Rome would be eternal.”
~Augustus Caesar, Gaius Julius Caesar Octavianus

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This article is a repost from our old blog – originally dated June 2008, a point in time when we were living in England.
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Well, we decided to take a day trip yesterday and ended up choosing a trip to Bath. Bath is historically one of Britain’s top tourist destinations and was the playground of many a Regency well-to-do family.

Of course Bath is not a new town, it and the healing springs that bubble up from beneath it’s ground have been sacred for thousands of years. In the first century A.D. the Roman invaders wrestled control of these healing waters, sacred to the British Goddess Sulis, from the hands of the local Duboni tribe.

After gaining control of the hot springs, the Romans set about subduing its flow and controlling access to the waters by erecting a complex of temples and baths, the remains of which can be visited today.

I find it ironic that the very thing which could make a modern Pagan angry with the Romans, the restriction of access to the spring, is now what has guaranteed modern visitation to its site.

If not for these Roman ruins, the spring would most certainly be capped and unknown, running anonymously beneath this modern, retail-carnival of a city.

So, and this is the only time that you may ever hear me say it, “Yeah Romans!!! Good job!”

I must admit that at the Roman Baths, the temple complex and bathing rooms, some of which take a bit of imagination to picture, are truly exquisite. The presence of both hot and cold natural baths in one place is magnificent.

The circular cold pool and the half moon “hot tub” type of area were both most appealing to me.

The great bath, heated by the forces of nature to about 115˚ Fahrenheit, was awe-inspiring. I can only imagine what it must look like at night with the fire lanterns lit. Against the rules, I put my hand in that warm healing water, dedicated to Minerva, the Roman equivalent of the British Goddess Sulis.

All I can say is that one can almost feel all of the minerals that are present in that ancient water, it has a palpable effervescence. This is not water that just fell into the water-table during last week’s rain storms. This is water which fell on the surrounding Mendip Hills millenia ago, spending its time percolating through bedrock and bubbling in underground caverns until it rose from this spring now and warmed today’s pool of heated water. Amazing stuff! Of course this place was always treated as sacred, because it is.

In Roman times this was a place of healing, washing and community for the upper class of Roman Britain. Here they could receive various treatments, including a full-body oil rub by servants and slaves. Many came and spent the day here, bringing their personal servants to wait on their needs.

Though the irony of this social twist, coming to a sacred place where all life should be equally sacred and then oppressing someone else to ensure your own leisure, is not lost on me. I still find the thought of their lifestyle to be rather fascinating somehow.

After we had wet our hands in the great bath, we explored the other rooms of the complex and eventually came to the east baths, an area of the complex which has not been fully restored and does not have any water filling it. Here, at this end of the complex there were originally baths, which in later centuries became steam rooms for massage.

As I was walking through one such room, I caught a glimpse, through a hole in the wall, into the next room. And there, plain as day, I saw a thin, Roman man crouching against what was now a raised walkway. As soon as I focused on the vision, the visual apparition of him faded, but the energy remained.

I moved calmly through the exhibit and onto the walkway below which he had just appeared. There weren’t very many people around so I got comfortable, leaning on the railing above this energy that I could still sense.

I closed my eyes and tried to make a connection with him, which I did. I had an internal conversation with him, attempting to discern his situation.

I asked him who he was. He replied, “My name is Tirius and they will not let me out. They will not let me out.”

At that moment I got a vision of him being in this pool (which now no longer exists) and saw that some other men, two or three of them, would not let him get to the exit to leave the water. I am unsure but I believe that Tirius could not swim.

At first it seemed like a bit of fun, a joke. But then it turned serious.

Tirius calmly told me that it was horrifying and that it was unwarranted.

Whether they watched him drown, or whether they held him under the water, he never showed me. But, nevertheless, they had been responsible for his death.

When I asked him why his spirit had chosen to remain here, I could see that it was because he could not get over the manner of his death. It is like when a living person has been through something horrible, which is long past, but cannot let it go, constantly speaking of it and allowing it to effect them. It had become the biggest part of his self-identity.

I told him that it had been two-thousand years and that he was free to move on now. But he shook his head.

I said, “Yes you are free now. These are no longer the baths.”

I asked, “Can you see a light of any kind?” And I told him that it was safe to go into it.

He replied, “There is no light for me. I am a slave.”

Ahhh…….I get it now. He was a Roman slave, most likely an enemy captured in battle and sold. He had been here in the baths as a servant to wealthy traders and soldiers. And, some of them had drowned him for the fun of it.

Lovely.

No wonder he was traumatized, even in spirit.

I could see that his death and his place in society weighed heavily on his identity. It would be easier to work with it then it would be to work through it.

I noticed that this now-dry space had one wet area, an ancient open drain that connected out to the main river in this part of England, the Avon. (Ironically there are several River Avons in England, as the word Avon simply means river in Old English.)

“Well,” I said to Tirius, “then you can return to the Goddess via the river.”

“I can?” he asked me.

“Yes,” I said, “you will go out here through the drain tunnel, enter the river and follow it out to the cool, blue ocean. After that the Goddess will meet you and place you into her gentle boat, in which she will take you safely home.”

“But, I am afraid of the powerful Goddess.” he replied to me.

“But you needn’t be frightened of her,” I explained. “All came from her womb, from which these healing waters flow, and she takes all back within. She does not judge.”

“She will be kind to me?” he asked.

“Yes,” I replied, “the very kindest.”

“I believe you,” he said. “But….” And as he said this, his eyes glanced back towards the room, which had once been a smaller version of the great bath.

I could see that he was still not willing to simply leave this place behind and forget what had happened to him.

In a last ditch effort to get him to move on to his next life, after so long standing here and surveying the scene of his death, I referenced the loose stones strewn about the place.

I told him, “If it is this place that you must carry with you, until reaching your home, take one of these stones, of which the baths were built.”

“When you get to the sea,” I continued, “give the stone to the Goddess and let her take the weight from your soul, so that you can arrive home in peace.” “Give your worries to the Goddess, for she takes all.”

“And I will be free?” he asked. “I will be brought home to my people?”

“Yes,” I told him, “without a doubt.” “The Goddess will take you there swiftly and gently. Go to her now and live joyously in your next life.”

He then reached down and grabbed a stone from what had been the floor of the ancient pool. And he walked toward the large drain, holding it above his shoulders, as if trying to keep it from getting wet in a deep pool, which no longer existed.

He paused at the opening of the drain and looked back for a moment before going forward, into the drain.

Just then, the crowd entering the space pushed me in the direction of the next room.

I am not perfectly certain if he kept walking toward the river or turned back towards the baths. But, I think he has already found the sea.

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“I shall go further and say that even if an examination of the past could lead to any valid prediction concerning man’s future, that prediction would be the contrary of reassuring.”
~Julien Benda, 20th-Century French Philosopher and Novelist

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Here is an interesting one…

As I have explained to a few of you, and will explain in a post sometime soon, I have a spiritual connection to the past and often get communications from ancient and historical figures interspersed with my regular channelings. The most interesting was a visit from a Mayan priest, filled with wisdom but also filled with tears and bitterness. He gives information on the end of his era in Mayan times and also about the traumas which our world is currently undergoing…specifically planetary phenomena and humankind.

I do not entirely share his opinions on some of things he talks about but I liked him enough that I want to do him justice by not censoring his words. If you take offense and email me I will assume that you haven’t read this part of the post and after laughing at your silliness I will promptly forward your email to the ether so that he can get a good chuckle too, wherever he is.

Be warned, this could be seen as depressing information if you do not keep in mind that he is seeing our “reality” through a very thick veil and that all divination and psychic messages are ultimately changeable by human will.

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Will we as individuals suffer while our planetary changes occur?

The Mayan: We have already suffered. There is drought where there was fertile soil. We have died and there is no one to remember us. All that we worked so hard for, all that we sacrificed for, was in vain. I do not know the moon upon my face. In the many hours I sat by the fire, in all of the visions that I saw, never once could I have imagined the horror. So swift, like a fire through the desert brush, and all was gone. Oh the Earth lived on, and mankind as well but in some barren, soulless, polluted form. It will happen again. We were so wrong in our calculations, so wrong in our dreaming. How could predictions be so…flat? No one can ever describe, no vision can ever show that which is unknowable. There will be great upheaval and not all will die but not all will live. Those who live will be an entirely different humanity, maybe better hopefully better, wiser, more observant of the natural cycles, but maybe worse, more greedy, more defensive, more warlike. Let us hope this is not to be.

To whom are we currently speaking?

Answer: Sa-DI-een Sadayine. Sadayine Namayazal.

And where do you hail from?

Sadayine: I don’t know what you call us. Mayan, as if all that we have seen could be summed up in a word, so banal, so bland. The calendar is wrong. So many years, so many calculations, so many ceremonies and sacrifices (of people.) And it is wrong.

Has the end of your calendar already passed or is it yet to come?

Sadayine: Our calendar ended when we did. The entirety of our world was washed clean by flood and drought and petulance. Fire balls from the sky. You want to know when your calendar will end. I don’t know but I know you won’t see it coming…we were watching and we didn’t. No one here is watching, no one here cares. It is as if everyone sees the planet as a machine, but no one is putting any fuel in the machine. No one is tending it. They just take it for granted.

It is very unwise, very, very unwise. I do not think you have beyond maybe thirty years, thirty-five at most. But there’s nothing you can do. Perhaps I am bitter. Perhaps some great glowing guide will come from the sky and teach you dirty children all the better ways, and it will save you. But I don’t think so. Those who are meant to live will live and they will know sorrow. And, those who are meant to die will die and they will die quickly. I suppose that is a consolation. Two thousand and twelve, yes, we thought it would be a meteor. A meteor that would bend the energy of everything that lived and it would be a great rebirth. A rebirth of civilization, of hidden and lost knowledges and all new species would appear on the planet. Of course we never thought that anything else would happen in between. The meteor will come and some things will change, but this great energy is wasted upon this planet because the humans have ruined everything. There will be no great rebirth, there will be no great coming together of the peoples, revelations of too many lost knowledges, because there is no one to receive. The energy, the energy that the meteor brings will sink into the ocean like a stone. It won’t be harnessed, it won’t be driven, it will just be like a gentle rain that hits that hot ground in the desert and evaporates. It will be alright though when the death comes, if it comes to the plants and the animal and the humans and the water, it is not really a death, it is a transmutation, to energy, aware energy. And then you are free to become whatever you wish. So I suppose it is a change for the better, for most people. I don’t know about these Christians, they will change into an energy that is nothing but fear and they will just linger. What can they become if they believe nothing but fear? Only fear. You can only become that which you believe in. You cannot become a star if you do not believe in the stars, in the energy of the stars. If you believe it is just a dot in the sky like a coloring book, what will you become? If you believe in joy, than you have the choice of becoming joy. If you believe in fear, evil, that is what you are. You are what you eat, you are what you believe. I believe I am wise, but not nearly so wise as I once thought. So I am here to give you wisdom. That is why I am here.

Can we as a world return to more simplified lifestyles?

Sadayine: No, not as a world. You always talk of the ancients as if we had no brain. Our world was much better connected than yours is. I don’t mean by communication…by knowledge, by knowledge of each other, by a different world view. We saw the world as a big community. We knew there were others, doing what we were doing, living like we were living, in other places in the world. We sought to raise energy to continue our existence and gain wisdoms, not just for our own benefit but for the benefit of those unknown, those unseen, others. You can’t do anything as a world today, you don’t see each other, you don’t hear each other. You know of each other, for certain, and still behave as if no other exists. All that can be done is to congregate in small groups, begin by discussing but don’t let it end there. You must give love, plain and simple with no ulterior motive, with no hope of the love returning to you. Just give. And know that when you need it, it will come back. It is the same with anything. I don’t think I understand enough about you to really give you good advice on this. I don’t understand the type of humans that developed after we passed away. I am not confused but, I suppose, baffled. I suppose it is the same thing but, I wish you could speak my language. I can’t explain to you what I mean in your language. Ah, perhaps I cannot answer your question.

How can we relinquish the hold that machines have over our daily lives?

Sadayine: This is not really a question for me, but I will attempt to answer it. (Laughs: She thinks I sound like a Mexican Frenchman. Okay. Mexicans are Spanish, I do not speak Spanish. I was long dead before they ever came. If there had been a true wise man anywhere in the vicinity they would have killed them and hung their scalps from the trees for the animals to eat. I bet they taste good, they’re so fat. Yes, I bet they would taste good boiled with their own herbs. Ah, the Spanish, French, English, they didn’t do anything different than what the Americans do today. They colonize, they rape, they pillage, they take everything of value, they leave all of their diseases and then they go, on to the next. Terribly wasteful.) Your question, machines…..We had machines too, not so sophisticated as yours, not so power hungry as yours, more efficient by the way. A machine that only requires the power of an animal only requires a little bit of grain to power. At any rate, you must first understand that your machines are nothing but numbers. I don’t mean they run on numbers, which they do, they are numbers. Your matrix, it is an old Mayan trick. If you pile the numbers in the right way, if your speed them to the proper vibration they become solid, it’s like sculpting in reverse. You don’t start with the rock and carve off the pieces you don’t want, you don’t carve off the nothing, you begin with nothing and you build the rock. I don’t understand how to explain this to you. It can only be seen in a certain state you cannot just open your eyes and will to see it, you won’t. It is a vibration, it is a concept it is, uh….Quantum Physics. This is what your machines are made of, they have no soul but they have an energy in their own right, they exist do they not? Once you see that anything that is not organic, anything that does not grow under its own steam or decay in a natural process, is not living, is not real, you can begin to combat it. You pick numbers off it and it is void, it is no longer what it was, it is simply, I don’t know, garbage. I think the way to combat the machines without losing your lives is to ascend to a higher vibration of energy. I know that is not an easy answer but it is the only thing I can think. Your machines have become your keepers, you are not their keepers.

You are not their keepers! They are yours. There are very, very powerful people and very, very powerful forces that want this to continue, without overthrowing those powers all you can do is chose the hard road. Chose to ascend your vibrations, choose to live the hard way, choose to circumvent the system and pay whatever price there is because there is one. There will come a point in time when the machines die but unfortunately I think you will die with it, so it will not matter. The machines are here to stay until a shift, a very big shift, happens. Bush is just the poster boy for a much larger problem. He is just the one that made it obvious, he is not even a problem, you have to have some kind of intelligence, some kind of intent to be a problem. But he is a problem for those that are the problem, because he made it known. They want him just as dead as you do, but it’s too late now because the cat is out of the bag. The rich only want to be rich, that’s it. The powerful only want to stay powerful. Our wise men (the Mayan priests) I suppose they liked being wise men sometimes, to be able to look down the pipe at someone and say, “You cannot hold your smoke.” It must be nice sometimes. But they never sought to use it against anyone, they never sought to use their power just to get more power. A wise man would give you the shoes off of his feet while he stood in a vat of boiling oil. He would shave his own hair off to make you a warm blanket, these men today, they would shave your hair off to make them a warm blanket. Very different. It will come to bite them in the ass, but many people will suffer instead before that comes. It is the way of the world now I suppose.

You said the machines were just numbers, are repeating numbers a sign of this matrix?

Sadayine: No. They are a sign of a devolution. As the vibration of the planet increases there are certain things, certain machines, certain thought patterns, certain systems that cannot keep up with the pace. They cannot enter the fourth dimension and certainly not the fifth. They devolve and when they devolve they release an energy, it is like the last breath of a human. And this energy must go somewhere, it must become manifest in order to disintegrate and return to the ALL, to the center of this universe, to the melting pot that is creation. They manifest in street signs, they manifest in phone numbers, in calculator figures, in digital cloaks and the date on the head of your newspaper. And every time you see one, it is that piece of energy that devolved returning to the all, to the center, to the crucible of life and creation. It is a good thing, it means you are aware. How many people see it and say, “Oh, how queer?” That is it. “Oh it’s 4:44, how queer. What’s for dinner dear?” It is good to make note of it, the more often you see it, the more quickly the devolution is occurring. Which means, it means that the energy is accelerating. It means the ascension will come. Whether or not it brings mankind with it, well, you will all decide that I think.

What can humans do together as a whole or in smaller groups to try and help the planet survive?

Sadayine: I already answered this for you, it is intangible. I believe that your friend Gretchen has told you that the only fix is to emanate light and it has to be a specific kind of light. It is like putting a mirror in your window so that the bad spirits cannot come in. This light will help to neutralize some of the dark that is flowing at you but I fear it is irreversible. You may bend it, you may slow it but it will come. There is change coming to this planet from all directions and from within the planet itself. Fighting change is just a way of delaying the inevitable.

What can humans do together as a whole or in smaller groups to try and help our own species survive?

Sadayine: Learn to be kind to one another. Learn once again what your body as an animal, an evolved animal, is designed to eat, to touch, to experience. And banish forever those things that are not natural which you put in your bodies and on your bodies. Humans are killing themselves and they’re paying to do it. I don’t understand how the world became filled with fools but maybe that’s why she will change, maybe all the fools will fall off like dandruff and the floods will come to moisturize and the healthy skin, the healthy minds, will come back. I don’t know.

Will our species continue through and beyond these planetary shifts?

Sadayine: Yes but as I said before, we don’t what kind of humans they will be. Will they be better than you, kinder than you, wiser than you, cleaner than you? I don’t know. Will they be more like the gods of light that came from the sky? Will they be taller, thinner and more energy than flesh? Perhaps. Perhaps they will be. Perhaps they will be like children, simple, like the apes, gentle and playful and learning everything like it is new, as if they had never seen a blade of grass before. Maybe they will fear their own shadows and the eclipses in the sky, as humans once did before. Maybe they will be like animals, huge and overgrown and brainless and dangerous and violent. And they’ll kill each other out and cause extinction of the entire race. No one can know. The shift will be dramatic and what comes of it is untellable. I suppose that is why we are all speaking to you now. Everyone wishes to affect a specific outcome. All the voices must jumble. I suppose it’s like trying to tune to a radio station and always having five at once. Who will win? The talk radio, the country music radio, will it be the Christian channel or the Native American channel? Will you be stuck with Jazz forever? I don’t know, Somebody will win and it is the humans who will decide.

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…Well folks, that is the Mayan. It is only a snippet of his talk with me but what is here is unedited. I don’t know if I got all of his ideas and his words spelled correctly and I don’t know if he spoke in a way that everyone can understand but it is what it is. He went through every emotion while I was channeling him, sadness, sorrow, anger, pride, mirth and laughter. He admitted in the end that he was very bitter and that much of what he was saying to me might be tainted with his bitterness and sorrow but I believe that contained within it lies some useful and pertinent wisdom, some valuable advice. Take it as you wish.

Vera Nadine

Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it. ~Mark Twain, American author and Humorist

Here is an interesting thing that occurred recently. It only lasted about eight minutes, but it seemed like several days…

I was lying in bed, just getting to what I call the twilight place. It is that place between sleep and awake where you begin to have very surreal thoughts and scenes pass through your mind, but you are also aware of your “self” and thus technically still awake. (This is the place that astral travelers and people who practice lucid dreaming are able to maintain.)

Anyways, I became aware of an open field, or clearing, in which I was standing with a muddy garden and a small run-down hut off to my right. It was just about sunset in this clearing. There was a woman crying off to the edge of the clearing and she was looking down at the ground. I approached her and gazed down to try and see what was upsetting her so much.

When I did, I was looking into a deep hole and gazing straight into the blank, open eyes of a man who was stone cold dead. I got freaked (as one does) and just about lost my connection to the scene and this woman.

But I reminded myself of something that Erin Pavlina said to me when we had talked on the phone, “Allow yourself to be startled by what you are shown, but do not allow yourself to become frightened by it.”

I slowly calmed myself and pulled myself back into the scene. I mean, I was being shown this for a reason and I had to stay present long enough to figure out what that reason was.

I came back to the place and looked down into the grave hole again.

The man was clothed in a ripped and worn woolen tunic and leather breeches. There was also a very cheap and tarnished bit of chain mail in the hole beside him.

His eyes were wide open, staring blankly up into the cascading tree canopy that leaned over the edge of the clearing.

In those eyes I could see shock and pain, but not the normal confusion of the recently deceased.

The woman, whom I took to be this man’s wife, said to me, “He is lost. He is bound and cannot be free. I fear for his soul.”

She followed this up with, “He has suffered enough. Can not you help him?”

At this point, I became aware of this man’s spirit watching us from just inside the forest a few yards away. I stepped a bit closer to him and asked him, “Why aren’t you able to move on?” Suddenly, it was just myself and this spirit, and the clearing seemed to have gone dark, like the sun had set.

The spirit raised his arm slowly and pointed to a place just the other side of his grave and pronounced wistfully, “HE won’t let me .”

As I turned, there appeared another spirit, that of a very burly, muscular man in leather and metal armor. He was standing with his feet spread wide and his arms crossed, as if guarding a doorway. He looked to be stubborn and was clearly quite angry.

I looked back and forth at the two of them several times. It was obvious that there was a strong relationship here, but that it was not due to family relation or friendship at all.

Finally, I walked closer to the burly spirit and the other spirit followed me, allowing me to be the one standing between the two of them. “Why are you preventing him from passing the veil?” I asked the second spirit. He answered quite snidely, “Because he did this to me.”

“He killed you?” I asked. “Yes. He shall never know peace.” He replied.

The first spirit explained to me, “It was in battle.”

Instantly, I received a vision of what had happened between the two men on the battlefield:

The burly man was part of an invading party (I think that they were Viking or something similar) and the other man was one of a smaller group of defending locals. I believe he would be considered Saxon.

When the invaders ran at the the line of the local men, assembled on one side of the battlefield, the line broke chaotically. Some men ran forward into the fray with their weapons drawn. Some ran forward blindly with their eyes shut. Some men turned and ran back away from the battle and others simply stumbled backwards, falling all over each other.

It was a bit like Braveheart with Vikings, but with much less choreography and less obvious valor.

The burly Viking was not in a position of weakness, but the Saxon man was. He was encircled and surrounded by five or six foes. Like the bottle in a game of Spin the Bottle… he just kept spinning in circles, pointing his weapon outward and striking anything that he could.

The Viking was several yards away, further in the fray, dominating his enemies quickly and continuing to move on to the next. Suddenly, he pushed into the circle surrounding the Saxon.

In a flash, this smaller Saxon man ran the Viking straight through with his sword. The Saxon was equally as surprised as the Viking that he had run him through. It all happened so quickly and without any other focus or intent on the part of that Saxon than protection and survival.

The Saxon was immediately aware of what had happened and, while saddened at not having had the chance to face the man eye-to-eye when he killed him, this Saxon man was relieved when he realized what happened. For, looking at the size and the fierceness of this Viking, he knew that if he hadn’t gotten lucky then he would be the one dead.

After seeing this vision, I instantly returned to the scene in the now dark field with me standing between the spirits of these two warriors.

The Saxon man explained, rather demurely, “I was in the right.”

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~Hubert H. Humphrey, 38th Vice President of the United States

So, my friend Damian made a suggestion recently that I think is a good one.

Damian wrote:

“I’d like to see a ‘Series’ exploring your meetings with Spirit – Positive, Negative or simply when they called in to say “hello” – which includes descriptions of the entities you met along the way.

That’d make great reading.

Well, thanks for the suggestion, Damian. I have been thinking on how to bring this about for sometime now and this request made me decide to just stop thinking about it and DO it!

So I have added this new tag, “medium adventures“, and will now start telling some more detailed, real experiences that I have had.

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A brief encounter happened the other day….

I was in the shower, relaxing with my thoughts. Yes, really.

Just as I was getting ready to turn the water off and step out of the shower, I had a spirit energy come to me.

It entered straight into me and made a beeline for my brain ——->

“I am all alone.”

It was a woman speaking.

I could hear her clear as day in my head.

Then I could see her looking at me.

I often get this phenomena when a spirit is highly charged with emotion, whether good or bad.

My eyes are closed because I am trying to listen to their words and see any pictures that they want to show me.

What I get when they stare is a feeling like they are nose to nose with me, eyes as wide as pie plates, looking right into mine.

It is always just a touch creepy… not frightening, mind you… just creepy. Spirits do not have the same concept of personal space as we living folk do.

I figured out from her look that she was a Geisha girl. Full tilt, real thing, born and bred Japanese Geisha girl.

I also knew instantly that she was not too happy about being said “entertainment.”

Once I got my bearings (keep in mind I am standing under a hot stream of water in the shower with a deceased Geisha sharing my tub…), I replied to her statement. “You are not alone. You have people who love you.”

She whispered, sadly, “My family are all dead.”

My response was, “But they are not gone. They are all around you. With you.”

She just stood silent, looking down at her feet. I got the sense that she had trained herself to look away rather than express emotion.

I figured that I had to try and convince her of this truth and to give her some kind of comfort. I had to try and leave her with some hope.

(Let me briefly explain here that I am an historic medium or something like that. I will write a post on this at some other time… it’s complicated. But the girl I was speaking to is now deceased, only thing is the girl I was talking to was not yet deceased. She is still alive in her time and her place, our past, her present. This was a life she was still going to have to live, and to her she wasn’t popping in on ME, I was popping in on HER.)

I said to her, “Quiet your mind whenever you are alone. Picture things that are beautiful to you… a hug your mother once gave you, a flower growing in the gardens outside, the home that you shared with your family.”

“Once you are calm, you will hear them.” I explained.

“Remember,” I continued, “you are never alone, your loved ones are always there with you. They are always loving you and waiting for you to listen to them.”

“You are a beautiful soul. You are light.” I finished.

She asked, “I am free now?”

I said, “You are always free.”

She said, “You set me free?”

I replied, of course, “You set yourself free.”

She said, “You are blessed.”

It ended with my stating, “So are you.”

I felt her peace come over her and she faded.

I took my prune-like self out of the shower and lit some incense.

The whole encounter lasted about 4 minutes.

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Many of my spirit encounters are short one-off visits like this. Or they end up being recurring 120-minute marathon runs with ascended beings speaking deep philosophical truths into a mini-recorder. I honestly don’t know which ones I prefer better.

I’ll post some more little tidbits later.

Have you had an encounter with spirits lately? Share your story in the comments!