Monday, June 13, 2016

The Haunted Doll Experiment: Part 4, Cecily

I saved this third doll for last because she has really been something.  I underestimated her at first.  I knew she was active, but I thought she was mostly timid and shy.  It took her two weeks to fully warm up to me.  I would be on the computer or watching tv and then *BAM* there she would be.  Her face inches from mine, sizing me up.  I tolerated it because some spirits just don't understand boundaries like we do.  Or they simply don't care.  Either way, I didn't mind so much once I got over the initial shock.  I admit I jumped a few times, those first instances where one second I'd be alone and then the next she's in my face.

The most obvious of her features was her fiery reddish-orange hair.  Every time I thought of her I just saw the color of her hair.  It was wild, thick, and vibrant.  If there was any truth to the connection between red heads and having feisty personalities, she would be the poster child.

After those first two weeks, activity started picking up pretty quickly in my house.  I knew it was coming.  I really did.  But it still amazed me, nonetheless.  I purchased this doll from the same seller as Elyssa ( and was warned that this spirit demanded attention.  She came from the same doomed house in Arizona, survived those two major house fires, and experienced countless murders.  The seller told me that she's been known to break things, especially lightbulbs.  She had picked up on the fact that she prefers the attention to be on her most of the time, and I took that as a word of caution.  The first time I noticed that she was ready to make herself known was when she shoved the Austrian spirit's doll across the bed.

I knew it was her.  I felt it coming for days.  I kindly asked her to respect the doll's space and then let the situation go.  The next morning I found one of the crystals I had next to her on the floor.  The rose quartz pyramid was in the center of the bed when I had left them the night before.  But when I opened the door the next morning, the pyramid was on the ground and on its side.  Imagine the amount of force that had to have taken to move that!  I was impressed.  I smiled and told her so, and then told her that she's welcome to continue to move things about, as long as she continued to abstain from breaking things.

And move things she did.  She wreaked havoc on my office (the room where she stayed at night).  Pens would be on the floor, I would lose things, picture frames would be hanging lopsided on the walls.  The door would be open some mornings when I knew I latched it shut the night before.  It was incredible.  I have seen things be moved with force before by a spirit, but never with this much consistency.

I prolonged communicating with her directly because I actually enjoyed her surprises.  I found them fascinating and exciting.  Eventually, though, I knew she was ready for me to talk to her and cross her over.  She had been waiting for a long time.

When I put myself into a deep meditative state and called her forward, I saw a beautiful freckly, red-headed teenaged girl.  Her hair was a little past her shoulders, she had long beautiful eyelashes that framed her big brown eyes, and her heart shaped mouth was naturally a beautiful cherry color.  She was breathtaking.  I asked her what her name was and she said "Cecily."  I guessed her age to be about 14-16 years old.  I would say she was living in the early 1900's; possibly 1910-1925.  She was living in Arizona when she died.  I asked her how she passed away and she showed me a vision of her being surrounded by fire and her home caving in on top of her.  It was terrible.  I told her how sorry I was that she had to endure that, and she looked at me sadly and nodded.  Then I asked her if she was ready to cross over.

She said "My momma has been waiting for me for a very long time."

"I'm sure she has.  I bet she's ready to see you now."  I replied.

I told her to look behind her.  As she did, the bright white tunnel appeared in front of her and you could hear her mother and siblings calling for her.  Tears streamed down her face and she beamed.  She hugged me and whispered "Thank you" in my ear.  I gave her one final loving squeeze and told her to go be with her family and to be happy.  At that, she excitedly walked through  the light and vanished.  The relief I felt after she was gone was tremendous.  I was feeling the release of her emotions and the release of being stuck on earth for so long.  The doll sitting next to me was now just a doll.  It was empty and blank.

Sometimes earthbound spirits can be misunderstood.  Cecily wasn't a bad spirit.  She was trying to get the attention and help she felt she deserved.  She was begging for someone to help her.  I feel bad that I waited so long to help her, but at the same time, I'm not entirely sure she would have been quite as ready if we didn't spend those weeks together.  It can take time for a spirit to trust a person and be willing to accept their help.

Regardless of how long it took and how mischievous she could be, I am just so happy and relieved that she is finally at peace.  She was truly a special girl, and I know she's living out her days in happiness with her loving family.

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