Apparently the spirit who's been hanging around my apartment lately did not appreciate my last intended post because I got up for a half a second and when I came back to my computer there was a little message that said, "there has been an error..." uh huh. Let's talk about the spirit who erased my last blog entry then.
Anyone else experience "ghosts"? I know I'm taking a pretty big step forward in admitting this, but it is something that is intricately part of me, so-
I started asking my mother who the people were that were standing around my bed at night when I was about four. My imaginary friend was a lion and scared the wajimmies outta me the first time I discovered him under my bed. I don't really believe he was imaginary.
The first time I ever received any kind of rational feedback about the experiences I was having was when my sister Diane encouraged me to visit a former classmate of hers from the Batavia State School for the Blind. His name was Sam Lentine and both he and my sister attended that school.
Sam also had a gift that most sighted people don't have; he could read auras, among other things. Sam was so talented that he was given a grant by the AMA to research his physic abilities to diagnose and heal illness. One of the things he told me during our reading was that my solar plexus chakra was always open and that was why I had the ability to see disincarnate spirit, or ghosts.
And I'm seeing one right now...the little bugger. This is no doubt the reason my last entry completely disappeared in the flash of a hat...in a manner of speaking. The thing is...I don't know why. It kind of showed up here when I got home from the hospital. One night while I was lying there falling asleep, I saw a ball of white light glowing side of my bed. I felt it was one of the people praying for me, as many were. It was a very strong presence..white and sparkley. Since then there is this softer white ball..sort of playful at times..always like looking over me. It also has some sparkle to it..but it isn't as strong a presence...it's almost childlike. Well, anyway..I need to find some food for supper now.
I'd enjoy hearing other peoples' experiences; but please don't try to perform an exorcism on me. I assure you I am not possessed..it's just the way I am and from what I'm learning, it goes back a long, long way on the German-Lutheran side of the family!(of all things)
so, later alligators
I promise I won't tell you if you have dead people following you, unless you want to know! (And I can't see behind everyone, anyway..)
Bye!
