Ghost Story #3

Ghost Story #3

This event occurred more recently and was not met with appreciation. My 16 year old daughter and I recently joined a new gym for the amenities it has. A steam room is one of those amenities and who knew a steamroom would have dead people in it?? (There was another dead person in the steam room the next day, but that is another story).

I am the type of person who tends to embarrass herself. Sometimes, I trip over nothing, sometimes I fall or trip going up the stairs, and sometimes I walk into the wrong gender bathroom and/or locker room. It was a day that was filled with energy and a few things occurred that day that caught me off guard. Walking into the men's locker room caught me a bit off guard, however it made for some laughs from the men who saw me turn red and bolt out. 

After, I made my way back to the women's locker room and I changed into a bathing suit for the steamroom, I was again caught off guard by a deceased man standing in the corner of the female steamroom. Quite honestly, it startled me...why is a man in the female locker room? Geesh. 

As I sat there sweating in the steam, I looked over at the woman next to me and determined he was there for her. Again, resistance emerged, but I knew I needed to approach her. The energy was very strong. He was quiet and not talking, but I still needed to say something.  A few minutes later, Bethany and I left the steamroom (after the lady did) to change. The woman happened to be in the same area as me. Right before she left I knew I needed to take the opportunity. I said, "excuse me, there is a deceased man with you. I don't know what he wants or who he is, but he is with you and knows you. He is tall." She said, "oh, I don't know anyone by that description." I said, "that is OK" and she left. 

I asked why is it important for me to approach people who don't know who or what I am talking about? The answer was: who says they don't know what you are talking about? So, I asked, then why not just say so? The answer was: they don't want to deal with it. Which makes sense. How many of us have tried to tell someone something we think they may need to hear, and they deny it out of not wanting to deal with it?

I rarely see these people again. Rarely. But, three days later, I did. That morning, I had asked my guides, "please hit me upside the head when I need to listen and pay attention for this (talking to ghosts and people) purpose." A couple of hours later, I walked into the gym locker room (the correct one) and I saw the same lady in the same area I was going to put my stuff. I almost bolted to another area, and I told myself no, I won't hide. She recognized me, but did not say anything, just left the area quickly. 

I went upstairs to the cardio room and was told to go look on the other side of the floor to see her at the treadmills. So, I did. She was there. I went to my usual spot opposite of her and way out of her viewing range. I was exercising on the elliptical and wondering if I should go over there. As in, be available to talk if she decides to. All of the sudden I feel a slap on my face. I was rubbing it wondering what happened, and remembered what I had asked my guides to do for me. So, I get off the elliptical and walk over. I get on the treadmill next to her. It is not working. She looks over at me and I can feel her energy of fear and some anger. I restart the treadmill and it works. I begin walking and within three minutes she gets off her treadmill and leaves. I finish for a few more minutes and leave as well. I hear....go over to the stretching area. So, I do. She is there as well. I begin to do some strength training and she leaves within seconds of my arrival. I finish my workout and change for the steam room. 

I walk in and she is in the steamroom. She leaves within 30 seconds of my arrival. She carried so much fear and I knew she did not want to hear anymore than what I had already said the few days before. I left it alone. I may see her again, I may not. But I do know more opportunities will be presented for me to confront confront confront until it makes no difference to me in how the person responds to my approach.

Ghost Stories #2

Story #2

This event occurred a while back when we were visiting Las Vegas, Nevada. This occurred right around the time I began this work. My husband and I were eating a very nice dinner at the Paris Casino restaurant at the top of their version of the Eiffel Tower. The dinners there take a lengthy amount of time, which gave me plenty of time to decide if I was going to tell our server her deceased grandmother wanted to talk with her. 

My husband was eating dinner with me and I told him that our server's grandmother was hanging around. I repeated to him what the grandmother was telling me. I also told him I did not want to approach the server, as I did not know if she believed in such information and/or would be open to it. He felt I should tell her and he could see I was going into the direction of resistance. Consequently, he took it upon himself to let our server know that I am a medium and that I had a message for her.

She responded with, 'oh?' and she turned towards me. I told her that her grandmother told me that she (the server) was carrying depression. In addition, that the grandmother wanted her to move out of Las Vegas. The server looked at me and nodded and stated, "it is funny that you say that, my boyfriend and I were just talking today about that it's time to move to California." She said thank you and moved on.

Ghost Stories #1

This event began in January 2008 and required me to approach a physical person in February 2008 at Safeway in Monument, CO. During the middle of the night, I was awoken by deceased female. She was standing in front of my window in my bedroom just looking at me. At the time, I did not understand why I saw three beings, but just one stood out. The two who didn't speak had long pretty hair. The one who did communicate had no hair. Her head was fuzzy, as in, hair was growing back in. Intuitively, I felt she had died of cancer. I felt that she was told she was in remission, but the cancer quickly rebounded and took her physical body. She carried depression and sadness. I did not know what she wanted, because she didn't say what she wanted. She just stood there offering me her emotions and some thoughts. I acknowledged her and went back to sleep.

Approximately, one month to six weeks later, I was shopping at Safeway. I was in the produce section and I saw a man who may have been around the age of 40. He had a shaved head. When I saw him, I instantly remembered the deceased lady in my bedroom weeks before. I had not been thinking of her, in fact, forgot about her because she had left. My analytical mind said, 'oh...I am only making the connection because his head is shaved. It resembles her head as I saw it.' 

When I feel the need to approach a stranger regarding a ghost, I feel it in my stomach area. It is as if, there is a rope that pulls me towards the person (much to my mental discomfort!). I took one look at this individual, after realizing the deceased lady wanted me to talk to him and he was her son, and said to myself and to his mother, 'uhhh....no. He is in resistance and in denial. He won't believe me. No. Nope. Not today. No thank you.' The more I resist something, the more I know I am going to do it anyway...

I walked away, still saying, 'no' to the lady who was now following me around the store. I was so distracted, I no longer remembered what I wanted to purchase at the store. She began yelling in my ear (as much as a deceased person can yell...and she could yell). She said to me 'TALK TO HIM!!!!' I still attempted to ignore her. She was not going to be ignored. She yelled at me again to the point of causing ringing in my head. I finally say, 'OK! FINE! If he is near the meat area...ALONE...I will approach him.' She quit yelling at me, but still followed me around. 

I slowly walked toward the meat area and he was standing there alone. I walked to him to say 'excuse me'. He smiled, and moved aside thinking he was in my way. I said, 'Did you know someone who died of cancer?' He looked at me with a strange look and said, 'no, why?' I said, 'just wondering...' And I walked away, telling his deceased mother, 'see I told you!' She said to me 'he is lying. He is going to come back to talk to you.' I told her, 'OK, I will stand in the produce section again so he can see me.' At this point, I had not really placed anything in my grocery cart and I was pretending to look at the onions, giving him a few minutes to approach me. He did, within one minute.

He said, 'I'm sorry for being rude, but you caught me off guard. I do know someone who died of cancer. I know many people, my mom, one of them. Why do you ask?'

I talked to him about his mom wanting to communicate and that my feeling was that she was told she was in remission and was not actually. He said, 'oh, the doctors don't know ANYTHING! It's a scam to make money!' He obviously carried a lot of anger and was in resistance to feeling his mom's presence, which is what I told him. He nodded. I asked him 'did your mom have a fuzzy head, like her hair might be growing back in?' He said, 'she had wigs that she loved and wore. They had long pretty hair.' Then I realized, that was why I saw three, but only one person communicated. She was showing me her wigs.

He continued to talk to me about his troubling marriage and difficulties with his step kids. I listened for a while, but ended the conversation with advising him to let go of his beliefs and allow his mom to connect with him because she was not completely gone. I let him know she wanted to connect with him because she loved him. He said, 'thank you....' I never saw him again.