My Friendly Ghost

At this time of year we're interested in ghosts, spirits and things that go bump in the night b/c the veil between the worlds grows thinner and it's much easier for spirits to make contact w/humans. If you're like me, you watch "Ghost Adventures" (my favorite; love that crazy trio), "Ghost Hunters", "Ghost Lab", "I Survived...Beyond and Back" and the new "Dead Files". I can't get enough of it. I watch these shows year 'round. So, of course, this gets me to thinking about all the paranormal experiences I've had through the years beginning at age 3.

I had wonderful visits w/a woman who held my hand while we talked and told me stories. She was dressed in what I called old fashioned clothes and wore her hair up. I loved this sweet woman and eagerly anticipated her next visit. Eventually she told me that she would be going away for a while but that she would be back for me one day. Whenever I told my mother about these visits, she'd chalk it up to my vivid imagination, thinking that I had an "imaginary friend". Several years later we moved into another apartment and while she was organizing and putting things away, my mother had placed on a chair an old framed photo of her mother. I was outside playing and ran into the house for a drink of water. I stopped in my tracks, pointed to the photo and said "That's the lady! That's the lady who visited me!" My mother replied "It can't be. That's my mother and she died when I was 2 years old". Well, I was adamant and my mother realized that I had indeed been visited by my deceased grandmother. I had never seen that photo of her b/c it had been in storage for years. It now hangs in my meditation room next to the portrait of my grandfather, her husband. She is dressed in Victorian clothing and wears her hair in the Gibson Girl style.

Grandmother came to me at a very perilous time in my life. I had had a bad fall, developed a blood clot on my brain, and during surgery had a stroke. I became seriously ill as a result. Doctors told my parents that I probably would die but, if I lived, I'd have to learn how to walk and talk all over again, which I did. I believe that Grandmother was there to comfort me and, if necessary, to accompany me to the other side. Obviously, I'm still here and Grandmother knew that she was no longer needed in that capacity so she returned to her home in the Summerland. Remember, she did say that she would come back for me so I know that when it's my time to make my transition, Grandmother will be there to welcome and guide me.

Do you have any similar stories that you would like to share that I can post here? If so, please email me at candela@sssnet.com and I'll be happy to post it. I may need to edit it somewhat but I won't massacre it and I'll give you full credit for the story.

Until next time.....

Blessings,
C

P.S. I've recently set up a psychomanteum in my meditation room and I hope to be able to talk w/Grandmother again before I make the last leg of my journey, that is. :) I'll explain what a psychomanteum is in my next post or shortly thereafter.