Friday, May 20, 2016

The Haunted Doll Experiment: Part 3, Grietl

Grietl was by far my most timid and easy going spirit.  I purchased this doll from ebay for $17.  There was just something about her that made me feel like I had to help her.  It also stuck out that the spirit's supposed name was Gretchen and it said she was originally from Germany.  When I opened the box, after she arrived in the mail, her energy was sad, subdued, and slightly scared.  I made sure to take my time with her, to be respectful, and to just allow her to observe me as much as she wanted.

The first night all the dolls were in my home, her spirit stood behind me as I watched television.  After that, I didn't see her spirit at all.  I knew she was around, but she stayed hidden most of the time.  Within a week, though, I realized that one of the other women was sort of picking on her.  At the very least, she was overpowering her.  The other spirit (whom I haven't written about yet) demands attention.  She had been so quiet, at first, but has now been making herself known.  One morning I opened the door to my spare bedroom to discover that this woman decided to push Grietl's doll down and across the bed.  I was amazed at how far the doll had been moved.  It was pretty impressive, if I'm being honest.  I knew that I needed to help Grietl right away.  Especially since I could feel her nervous energy.

That night I decided to officially make direct contact with her.  Like I said before, her ebay listing named her as Gretchen from Germany.  When I made contact with this spirit, the first thing I heard was "I am not from Germany.  I am Austrian."  That distinction was very important to her.  Then I saw her spirit fully.  She was a very petite, round, older woman.  I'd say she was in her 60's when she passed.  When she died she had whitish red hair, but she kept trying to make her hair look more youthful in color.  I told her she didn't need to hide that from me, but her vanity took over on that one.  She was very beautiful, and seemed very prim and lady like.  I would say she passed in the 1800's or very early 1900's.

She knew she had passed and told me that her name wasn't Gretchen.  She said her name was what she pronounced as "Gr-eye-tull."  She was confused as to how she ended up stuck to a doll.  She died of natural causes (heart most likely), and said that for the longest time she didn't even realize she actually died.  She said it was so instant and painless that she just thought she blacked out for a moment.  So she wandered around for a long time.  Then one day she was stuck to that doll.  It made her very unhappy, and she's been drifting along ever since.

I asked her if she was ready to fully cross over.  Her reply was "Yes."  She was a woman of few words.  I nodded and explained to her how I was going to help her.  I told her she would soon see a tunnel that radiated a lot of bright white light. I explained that all she needed to do was walk through the tunnel so her family and spirit helpers could show her where to go next.  She smiled a beautiful and youthful smile and said "Ok, I understand."  I thanked her for spending time with me and for allowing me to talk to her.  Then the tunnel appeared, she walked through it eagerly, and she was gone.

Since that day, I look at her doll and feel the emptiness around it.  No more spirit attached there, and the doll hasn't been shoved around since.  It's strange to look at the doll now, knowing that there once was a lovely woman attached to her.  I hope Grietl's soul is finally at peace.

And so the story of the dolls still continues.  One doll down, two more to go.  I have a feeling the last spirit will be my most difficult one.  Here we go...

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Sunday, May 15, 2016

The Haunted Doll Experiment: Part 2, Elyssa

This doll was labeled as "Bad" and even "Evil" by the seller.  When I first saw the listing on Etsy, I thought "Whoa, she is so creepy."  But there was something I couldn't quite shake.  I was so drawn to this doll, and I wasn't sure why.  I felt a connection to her right off the bat.  I stared at her photo for a long time, and reached out to establish whether or not she was truly evil or not.  Luckily, I realized that she wasn't bad, she was just intense.  An intense spirit can be confusing to a lot of people because the sensations they give off can easily be interpreted as not good.  I was most excited about meeting this doll/spirit because I knew we would hit it off.  I also had a feeling that she would be the most active one entering my home.  Boy was I right!

This doll has an interesting history.  She was sold at an auction with 1,000 other dolls in an 150 year old house in Arizona.  The house had experienced many horrors including several murders and two major fires.  This doll (and one of the other dolls I bought) survived BOTH fires.  When the original seller began selling the dolls as simply "antiques," she started getting emails from the buyers complaining that the dolls were haunted.  After much research, she found out the history of the home and then discovered that the last woman who resided in that house was practicing a form of witchcraft and was believed to have removed the spirits in the house and attached them to many of the dolls she owned.  I find that sad and a tad scary.  Those poor souls.  I felt even more compassion for the two dolls I purchased from because they had been through so much together, and they deserved to finally have peace.

The day she arrived, I set her gently on a cushion in my room.  I placed a channeling crystal next to her, and I meditated.  I placed myself into a deep meditative state and asked for this particular spirit to come forward.  Within seconds I saw a woman sit down in front of me.  She was very thin, and had extremely long black hair.  Her hair was covering her face and she wore filthy underclothes, as if her dress was ripped off of her.  She appeared to be in her early twenties and I would say she was alive in the late 1700's.  Her appearance in general reminded me of the girl in The Ring.  Creepy, haunted, but mostly sad.  I could immediately tell she was desperate for acknowledgement and help.

We sat across one another and I silently gave her time to get used to me.  Much to my surprise, she projected her name to me: Elyssa and then sat quietly some more. We lightly smiled at each other and then she got up and walked away.  Later that night I saw her with the other spirits standing behind me and sizing me up.  I liked her instantly.

The next night she whispered in my ear while I was waiting to drift off to sleep.  She quietly said "Thank you" and "Good night".

That night she visited me in my dreams.

A lot of people don't realize that everyone has the ability to see and communicate with spirits.  The easiest way is through our dreams.  I can guarantee a huge amount of people have seen their dead relatives in their dreams.  I am always happy to let them know that their dream was real, that they actually communicated and visited with that spirit.  I take my dreams very seriously.  Sure, I have the occasional weird dream that was just my subconscious piecing together my thoughts from the day.  But most of the time I am spending my nights traveling, visiting other worlds, and my favorite of all, talking with spirits.  I told all the women in my home that they had my permission to visit me in my dreams.  I was thrilled that Elyssa took me up on my offer.  She decided to show me how she died.

She was kept at a boarding school of sorts in the middle of the woods in what appeared to be England in the 1700's.  She seemed too old to be a student, but was somehow kept prisoner there for some reason.  I sat next to her as the headmistress whipped and abused the other girls.  I could feel Elyssa tremble and close in on herself beside me.  When the headmistress was done with her punishments, she called a younger man to come and take the girls back to their rooms.  When the woman turned her back to her wards, Elyssa lightly touched my hand and looked deeply into my eyes.  I heard "Follow me, and be quiet" and then she stood up.  I followed her as she stealthily creeped away from the group and slipped through the door leading outside.  When the door was closed behind us, I started to take in our surroundings.

The woods were so thick and untouched.  I had never seen a forest so beautiful.  We immediately began running down a dirt trail.  We ran for what seemed like hours.  Over time our clothes were ripped and our hair was matted and messy.  The trail eventually led to a road and as we began to get tired we heard people behind us yelling and running.  The staff had caught on that Elyssa had run away.  She grabbed my hand and we climbed up a steep hill to hide behind a few large tree trunks.  Several people on horses rode by, and I thought we were in the clear.  But then I heard a soft clip clop of a single rider making his way back to where we were.

I stole a quick peek around the enormous trunk and saw a young man staring right back at me.  I turned to Elyssa and saw her sitting there breathing heavily with her eyes closed.  She was praying.  Within seconds the man was standing face to face with her and he grabbed the hair on the back of her head.  I expected him to yell, to alert everyone that he had found her.  But he didn't.  He seemed sad, angry, but mostly regretful.  He looked deeply into her eyes and said "This is for your own good.  It's the only way you'll be free."   Elyssa nodded and the man pulled out a small dagger.  Tears ran down both of their faces and he whispered "I'm so sorry" as he stabbed her in the heart.

She died quickly.  But her spirit didn't pass through the bright light that was presented before her.  Instead, she chose to wander the woods for what could possibly be eternity.

I woke up a while later, after spending some time roaming the woods together.

When I sat up I saw Elyssa (not the doll, but the spirit) sitting next to me.  We smiled at each other and both finally fully understood one another.  She seemed really relieved, and at peace in a way.

Since that night, she has watched over me as I sleep.  She sits on the floor and just quietly watches me.  My dog doesn't like it at all, and refuses to look at her, but my cats adore her.  They cuddle with the doll and want to sit in the same spot that her spirit is.  She whispers to me every night, and I can hear her walking during the day.  Pacing up stairs, tapping her foot as she sits and thinks, and I can hear her sigh in what sounds like relief.  To be silly she opens my closet doors each night so that I can wake up in the morning and see her handiwork.  I told her it reminds me of the movie The Poltergeist, and she finds that amusing.

We have been working on building a relationship that is built on trust.  To help a spirit fully, and to completely cross them over after being earthbound and attached to an object for so long is not an easy feat.  I've been spending a lot of time with her, observing her, and allowing her all the time she needs to get used to my presence.  Eventually I will help her to fully cross over and be at peace.  In the meantime, though, I will continue to enjoy her company.

Her story will continue in other blog posts in the future.

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*Part 3 where I discuss the second doll will be published next week.

Monday, May 9, 2016

The Haunted Doll Experiment: Part 1

My best friend recently shared an article on my Facebook page about a haunted doll.  The article itself wasn't too memorable, but for some reason, I couldn't shake the concept of dolls that were haunted.  I know that spirits can become attached to objects (Um, hello, houses!) but I never really put any serious thought into the idea of dolls that had spirits attached to them.

On the same day that my friend shared that article, I sat down and started searching online for haunted dolls.  I mostly browsed Ebay and Etsy, and was shocked and amazed that there were so many dolls for sale that were supposedly haunted.  I mean, it was clear which ones were to be taken more seriously, and ones that definitely were not.  (I even saw a listing for a "haunted Sonic Cup" that made my giggle far too long).  There were a handful of dolls, however, that really stood out.  I couldn't stop looking at them!

Throughout the day I just couldn't shake the idea of haunted dolls.  Why would a spirit attach themselves to a doll?  Are the spirits actually able to manipulate the dolls into moving?  Are these spirits lost souls?  Could I help them?  These are just a small bit of the questions that ran through my head.  One thing was certain, though, as I found myself sitting back down later that evening in front of my computer, I had to buy one and see for myself.

I was transfixed.  Intrigued.  Slightly afraid.  Nervous.  Excited.  And most of all, oddly obsessed.

I ended up buying not one, not two, but three dolls.  Three.  I bought three haunted dolls!  I mean, what the heck is wrong with me?!

When I went to bed that night, I was filled with regret and anxiety.  I felt stupid and guilty for buying them.  I was slightly afraid of the "what ifs" that these dolls/spirits were capable of.  I was just anxious in general.  But there was no going back, and I admit, despite the anxiety I was actually excited to meet them.

In the following week that it took for each doll to arrive, I experienced a full range of emotions.  I just couldn't understand why I had become so obsessed with these three dolls.  It was as if something came over me and manipulated my mind.  I HAD to have them.  I've never had that happen before, so it made me nervous.  I remember looking at each Doll's listing online over and over.  As I stared into their faces something clicked.  I knew I was meant to meet them.  I wasn't sure if they wanted my help, but I was willing to try.  I told myself it was good practice, that I was doing them a great service, but I wasn't kidding myself when it came down to it.  I was just plain curious.  I have always had a bizarre fascination with the unknown and the scary.  I have always had a tendency to seek out haunted houses, play with a Ouija board, and put myself in situations that would thrill me.  Is that unhealthy?  I'm sure it is, but now that I'm older, I appreciate that inquisitive side of myself.

As I was waiting for the dolls to arrive, the weirdest thing happened.  I began viewing them not as objects, but as people.  To me their were spirits, fully intelligent people, that just happened to be attached to a doll.  I could feel their presence before they even arrived.  All week I knew they would be delivered on Friday, and sure enough, when I went to the post office, they were there waiting for me.

When I picked the dolls up at the post office, I was filled with nerves.  The boxes literally vibrated and hummed.  I felt nothing negative, just the familiar hum and energy of a spirit being present.  I was extremely careful with the boxes, and when I walked inside my home, I took the boxes and ran up to my office to open them.  As I slid the knife through the tape in each box, the energy intensified. I was so excited.

Once each doll was unwrapped and placed on my desk, I mentally spoke to them.  I greeted them, introduced myself, told them how honored I was to meet them, and then started setting some major ground rules: no breaking things, no harming my son, animals, husband, or myself, and no negative activity.  I asked them to keep it positive, and with that, they had my permission to move around the house, make noises, and move things.  Just as long as they don't do it to be mean.  I told them I would like for them to get to know me, and for me to know them, and that I would like to build a relationship with them.  As I mentally spoke to them, I could feel them (all women) perk up with interest.

I eventually placed them in my bedroom next to a few crystals that I thought they would enjoy.  Later that night, after my son was asleep and my husband was at work, I sat on the couch watching television.  It didn't take long for me to feel the women coming down the stairs.  All three of them stood behind me, watching my every move, and I smiled at them and went back to my show.  They were respecting my boundaries, and I was allowing them to get used to my presence, energy, and home.  More than anything, I found them comforting.

I have been spending a lot of time meditating with each woman, communicating with them, dreaming about them, and observing their clear displays of trying to get my attention.  It has been wonderful and educational.  I already feel as if these three women are a part of my family.  Weird, I know.

Over a short time, I have been slowly writing a separate blog post for each of the three women/dolls.  One in particular is extra mischievous and likes to visit me in my dreams, open my closet doors, and whisper in my ear.  Just this morning I woke up to find all four of my closet doors wide open.  Oddly, it made me smile.  My house has been harmonious, not scary, and full of charged energy that I can only describe as happy.  These women seem content to be here, and I find that to be so humbling.

So please stay tuned to hear about Gretchen, the elderly German woman, Elyssa, the 20-something spitfire, and the unnamed red-head who is extremely shy, and find out their full histories.  I think you will enjoy what I have to say about each one.  *Pictures will be included ;-)

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**My dolls were bought from two shops.  Elyssa and the Red-head were bought from and Gretchen was purchased from CuriousImports on