Tuesday, August 5, 2014


After many months of preparations and setbacks I am finally in Germany.  It is everything I had hoped it would be and so much more.  It’s beautiful, full of old history, and a complete change in culture.  It was a bit of a shock at first to arrive in a foreign country without speaking the language, not being able to legally drive, and in a lot of ways lose my independence.  I was at first too intimidated to even call companies to deal with issues such as internet hookup because of the language barrier.  I was frustrated to be forced to sit at home and wait until my husband was off work so that he could drive me to wherever I needed to go.  But eventually I adjusted.  I am slowly learning the language and somehow having full conversations (albeit in broken sentences) in German, I got my driver’s license, and I am no longer intimidated by not speaking the language.  I try to make sure I view this move as an adventure.  A fun adventure at that, because truthfully that’s exactly what it is.

In the past the most common remark Iwould receive when telling someone where I was moving to was “Oh you will be bombarded with tons of old spirits!”  I actually assumed the same thing.  Boy was I wrong!  Not only am I not bombarded I actually have to make an effort to see them.  After every move there’s always a grace period I go through where I allow myself to be so distracted and consumed with all the tasks needing to be done that I have little room for all my other past times; which means no tarot readings and no communicating with spirits.  I would be useless even if I tried. 

When I step foot off of the airplane in Frankfurt, rode sleepily all the way to our house, and then proceeded with daily life, I saw zero spirits.  That’s right:  zero.  When we decided to visit Strasbourg, France and go inside an old beautiful Cathedral I had a quick moment where I saw the room full of devoted spirits still visiting the church, sitting alert, and listening to the sermon none of us tourists could hear.  I let out a big sigh of relief because I was beginning to wonder if I “still had it.” 

Weeks went by until I saw the next group of spirits; this time in a castle in Germany.  There were six located in the ancient 800 year old tower.  I had mere seconds with them before a group of girls ran in and scared them away.   After that I made a point to reach out and see who and what I could pick up.  It gets easier every day and becomes more and more frequent.  Oddly, though, these spirits are slightly different.  I’ve never experienced earthbound spirits that are so old.  There’s a completely different feeling to them.  They feel so far away.  It’s like seeing them from a distance through a misty fog.  And my usual sensations my body has when a ghost is around is hardly noticeable.
Slowly but surely I will get the hang of communicating with the extremely old spirits.  Maybe I’ll even get used to communicating with them when large groups of tourists are always close by (another obstacle I’ve found to be quite daunting).  The great thing is that I have four years to explore like crazy, document every occurrence, and hopefully help as many spirits as possible.  Let’s just hope I can speak their language.

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