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Sunday, July 31, 2016

Why I Don't Drive At Night



I avoid driving at night like the plague.  I refuse on most occasions to even make plans in the late evening that would make my driving home in the dark inevitable.  Nope, no way, no thank you.  People think I'm weird, and I typically use the excuse of not being able to see well at night.  Sometimes I wish that were the case!

Ever since I can remember, night time (and when I'm sleepy) are always the hardest when it comes to trying to block spirits from bothering me.  I've gotten better at it over the years, but the dead are around at all times that naturally some will slip through my "walls."  At night, spirits come out in droves.  They're always around, but for some reason it's worse when it's dark.  I'm also more tired by night time, so I become more sensitive.

Being out at night is tough because I see them everywhere.  Not just people, animals too.  I can see them staring at me, following me, touching my hair and face.  It's just plain creepy sometimes.  They don't scare me at all, but it used to be very overwhelming, as I'm sure you can understand.  When I drive, however, it's really hard to control my gift.  I'm focused on driving, so my ability to "shield" myself weakens.  I see spirits of all kinds lining the streets, peeking around the trees, and even walking or standing in the road.

I can't tell you how many times I've slammed on my breaks because a spirit is standing in the middle of the road!

While I'm able to discern the difference between a spirit and a living person, it's still difficult to not react.  So there I go slamming on my breaks, my adrenaline kicking in because I thought I was going to hit a person, and my ability to focus on driving is affected.  It drives me crazy.

When I was a teenager, I thought I was insane.  Literally insane because I was seeing people on the road that weren't really there.  I thought I had lost my mind and would have to be committed.  The only thing that allowed those fears of insanity to disappear was when I started reading for other people.  I begged for feedback and photos of the spirits I mentioned so I could prove to myself that I wasn't crazy.  Luckily, so many times, my clients provided me with photos that looked exactly like the people I saw.  Thanks to the good ol' internet, I am able to research people I see and/or dream about to know if they're really dead and actually existed.  If it weren't for those things, I wouldn't even believe myself.

Despite the proof I received, and desperately needed, I still don't like to explain to people why I don't drive at night.  It's awkward and I don't like being treated like a leper.  This past weekend I went out on a girl's night with some friends.  We went to dinner and a movie, and I didn't start driving home until after 10:00 pm.  AKA Dark time.  I made it home just fine, and I even avoided slamming on my breaks, but I saw spirits everywhere I turned.  It was the first time I had driven at night in two years!

I was proud of myself for making it home without any incident, but it reminded me of all the scary incidents I've had in the past.  Being able to see spirits is really fun, and I am so thankful for the gift that was given to me.  But there are also heavy burdens that come with this blessing such as being affected at night, being invaded while sleeping (or just being sleepy), and experiencing all kinds of terrors when spirits want you to experience their passing for yourself.  I wouldn't trade any of it for the world, but sometimes it would be nice to be a little bit more understood and a little less judged.  Especially with my annoying refusal to drive at night ;-)

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Thursday, July 28, 2016

What I've Learned So Far About Haunted Dolls



I, like a ton of other people, enjoy a good horror movie.  Especially when the horror movie involves creepy haunted dolls.  Those movies were my only frame of reference when it came to haunted objects.  Despite my experience with haunted homes and spirits, I never put much thought into the mystery of haunted dolls.  I had never seen one in person and it wasn't something that I was ever contacted about.  So when I got the idea to look up dolls on ebay and etsy, I realized there was this whole universe of haunted dolls and their collectors.  I was blown away at the sheer volume of collectors and the amount of dolls available.

I felt lucky that I had the upper hand in choosing a doll since I am able to stretch my "Spidey senses" out and get a feel for any lurking spirits.  Yes, I can tell when something is haunted just by looking at a picture.  It's totally weird, and I can't explain it.  I didn't want to spoil the surprise too much for myself, though, so once I felt a presence with each doll, I pulled back and waited impatiently for them to arrive in the mail.

I have been very open and honest with you all as I have documented my experiences with these three dolls.  They've moved things, whispered, opened my closet doors, pushed each other, gotten in my face, and watched from afar.  They have amazed me in every possible way.  I, like so many others before me, grew attached to haunted dolls.  I grew attached to the dolls themselves and the spirits that inhabited them.  They became a part of the family, just like any other spirit that would visit or reside in any of the homes I've lived in.  I was able to cross all three spirits over and help them to no longer be attached to an object.  All three were exhausted and ready to leave this world, and I was happy to oblige.

I was also sad to see them go.

I placed all three empty dolls on the bed in my spare bedroom (which also serves as my office).  Every day I'd pass by them and smile, knowing that they were empty and the spirits are finally at peace.  But then, one day, they weren't empty any more.  One by one they became inhabited by ANOTHER spirit each.  I was floored.  I didn't expect that to happen!

As I did a little research, I realized that all over the world many different cultures treat dolls as sacred spirit vessels.  They believe all dolls have spirits attached to them, and when treated like a part of the family, these dolls will offer blessings to them.  They clothe them, spoil them, and talk to them daily.  They bring them offerings, sprinkle flower petals on them, and pray next to them.  It is incredible.  I also discovered that for some reason spirits are naturally attracted to dolls, and often willingly attach themselves to dolls in order to stay on the earth plane.  My assumption is that the biggest appeal is that dolls resemble real people, so the spirit is allowed to feel more like a live person.  I also believe that dolls are ten times more easy to attach to than humans, so a spirit will take the next best thing.

So where did these new spirits come from?  I have no earthly idea.  I've been so busy enjoying my summer, spending time with my son, and traveling, that I haven't made the time to make full contact with them.  I hear them and feel them near me at all times.  I know there is a man (maybe in his late 60's), a pre-teen girl, and a middle aged woman.  I assume they are German or of European descent, and they are definitely not negative.  Well, the man sort of gives me the creeps, but that's normal.

I will be taking time each week to make contact with every doll, and hopefully I will be able to help them all cross over and go into the afterlife in peace.  I will also be doing research on how to block these dolls from becoming vessels for any other spirits in the future.  All of which I will write about in my blog.  Lastly, I have purchased a few more dolls for more practice, in hopes of helping even more spirits.  One belonged to an old woman who no matter how many times she put the doll in the attic, the doll would appear back downstairs.  The others are three tiny dolls made out of wooden spools and human hair.  They were discovered sitting on an altar in Afghanistan and could either possess the hair of the deceased family members or of deceased enemies.  Those I am especially excited to meet.

One of my favorite things about being a medium is the fact that I am constantly learning about the spirit world, discovering new things, and am forced to face the unknown with bravery and excitement.  It is never boring in my house, that is for sure!

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