Sunday, March 26, 2017

The Native American Sleeping Doll

I was gifted this beautiful Native American sleeping doll when I was maybe nine or ten years old.  My grandmother lives in Arizona and she had the same doll, along with the male version, and I became obsessed with them.  I begged and begged for a doll of my own and my grandmother came through for me.  I received this doll and have kept her for over 20 years.  She's traveled with me all over the world and I have never been able to part with her.  I doubt I ever will.

Since I got my first apartment I have kept this doll safely stored away in a box.  I would occasionally get her out and look at her, but I always wrapped her back up and placed her back in the box for safe keeping.  When I moved to Germany I felt the need to put her out in my office.  Within a week one of my cats (Lubie passed away this January) started gnawing on her hair and outfit so I put her back up.

That was a year ago.

Last Monday I had a dream about her.  I saw the doll and then a strange spirit near her.  They were both pulling me to them.  I then saw my deceased grandfather and he smiled at me and encouraged me to get the doll out of storage.  I woke up that morning and went straight down to the basement to get the doll out.  I noticed her stuffing was coming out and her hair was a mess.   I heard "Clean her up" and I decided to do just that.

I re-stuffed her body, sewed up all the holes that had formed, and painstakingly brushed out her hair and gave her fresh braids.  She looked as good as new and she gave off the most wonderful energy.  I realized at that moment that there was a spirit connected with her.  This spirit has been with her this whole time and I never paid attention and realized it.  This spirit wasn't an actual person but more of a nature spirit.  I can't quite describe the appearance of a nature spirit because they seem to shift in appearance constantly.  I mostly see them as colors, trees, plants, flowers, and the sky and ground.  I receive a constant stream of images of nature when I see a nature spirit and I always hear birds chirping.  This nature spirit has brought me blessings my entire life and I had no idea.  I felt so foolish for not figuring that out until now, but I am glad that I finally realized what was happening.

I have kept her on my bed in my office since and I keep coming to her.  I pick her up sometimes.  I walk by and smile, and I just feel so loved and inspired.  As you can see, my cat loves her too.

Two nights after patching up this doll I had the urge to look up the male version of this doll on Etsy and eBay.  I found one on eBay and oddly the auction was closing in 30 minutes.  The starting bid price was $1.99.  I knew I had to bid on him.  I had such strong feelings about this doll that I felt that there must be a spirit attached to him that needs my help.  When that 30 minutes was up, he was mine for the awesome price of $1.99.  That night, when I got in bed, I saw a beautiful Native American boy standing at the end of my bed.  He gave off an extremely strong energy that made me feel loved, safe, and grateful.  He smiled at me and said two words: "Thank You"  
I knew that getting him was meant to be.

I feel deep down in my heart that something is going to happen when these two dolls are together.  I strongly believe that I will learn something life altering. As of today,  I have yet to figure out why I am being drawn to these two dolls, what they wish to tell me/teach me, and what I am to do next.  All I know is that they have something special in store for me and I cannot wait to find out what it is.  
I will keep you posted.

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Sunday, March 19, 2017

The Haunted Hospital

I am not a hospital fan.  I think most people would rather not end up in the hospital, and I am one of those people.  I have been blessed with awesome genetics that cause me to constantly develop kidney stones.  (You can't detect my sarcasm, but believe me it's there.)  Most of the time I try my hardest to pass my monthly stones in the comfort of my own home.  Unfortunately, that isn't always possible and I will begrudgingly go to the hospital.  Hospitals are unpleasant enough, but when you add a crap ton of ghosts to the mix, it can be downright miserable.

Here's the thing, I have yet to see a hospital that isn't haunted.  A lot of the spirits in hospitals are actually residual haunts where there is no intelligence behind them.  They are just imprints of a spirit's energy.  The rest are your standard type of ghosts.  The problem with hospitals, that a lot of people don't realize, are that they often have a mental health wing which can result in a mentally unstable ghost.  These ghosts are deranged, violent, aggressive, and not compassionate at all.  Not a good mix.  In my hometown in Kentucky there's a hospital called Hardin Memorial Hospital.  That hospital houses some of the most mentally unstable ghosts I've ever met, and I am oddly drawn to them.  I am just so fascinated by them!  I hope to one day have the opportunity to cross them over so that they all may be at peace once and for all.

This past week I ended up in the emergency room at the local hospital in Germany due to the two kidney stone attacks I was having at the same time.  Ouch, I know.   I've been to this hospital many times for various reasons so I am well acquainted with the spirits that reside there.  None of them are particularly scary, thankfully, but I would still rather not be bothered when I am in the midst of all that pain.  When I was finally taken back to a room I started to notice the many spirits living in the ER department walking around.  Some were pacing the halls and looking in on each patient.  Others enjoyed following the hospital staff around.  A few seemed to enjoy moving objects in an attempt to drive the staff crazy.  And then there were two that were a tad creepy and mischievous.  I was lucky enough to encounter one of those spirits personally.

I was resting on a bed with my purse on the floor next to me.  The spirit I saw was so clear and powerful that when he came crawling on all fours toward my purse I immediately reacted by jumping down and grabbing my bag.  I didn't even use my rational mind to think "He can't actually take my purse!"  Instead, my reflexes kicked in and I snatched my purse up before he could.  He sat there crouched on the ground staring up at me.  He sneered at me and breathed heavily and noisily.  Eventually he got tired of me and crawled away.  I got back in the bed and waited for the doctor to come.

Eventually the doctor came in and asked me if I would like an IV with pain medication.  I didn't even hesitate.  My answer was a firm no.  He looked at me confused and I used the excuse of driving myself to the hospital, which was true.  Obviously, my husband would have come and got me if I wanted the IV meds, but that's not why I refused.  I did not want my walls to come crashing down in the middle of that hospital.   I do not drink alcohol for the same reason.  If I am super relaxed and slightly (or extremely) inebriated, I do not have as much control keeping spirits from bothering me.  I become ten times more open and I will find myself surrounded by ten spirits all yelling in my face demanding attention.  That was the last thing I needed.  Not to mention, if I was high on drugs, I may not be as poker faced around other people while those spirits are near me.  I could end up admitted in the psych ward for having conversations with people that don't appear to be there.

So I sucked it up, waited impatiently to be released with my bottle of pain meds, and hightailed it out of there.  By that time it was dark and pretty late at night.  The empty halls were eerily quiet, and as I walked through them I would see spirits walking by, peeking out of doorways, and disappearing through walls.  Most of the time I find a spirit's presence soothing, but in hospitals I find them sad and bothersome.  

I don't really know for sure why hospitals tend to be haunted, but I can only guess that it's due to the high volume of deaths that happen there.  Sometimes when a person dies, they don't realize it.  And then when they experience a bright white light in front of them they can often confuse it with just a bright hospital light.  They get confused, disoriented, and refuse to cross over.  The result is an unhappy ghost roaming a hospital for a very long time.  Sometimes they eventually leave, sometimes they don't.  

Whenever I hear someone talk about haunted hospitals and have stories of seeing ghosts in one, I can't help but nod enthusiastically.  It's nice to know that others people feel it too.

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Tuesday, March 14, 2017

Now Offering Tarot Card Readings

Back by popular demand!

I am excited to announce that I am officially offering Tarot Card Readings via Skype and Email again.  I got my start, many years ago, by learning to read cards for other people.  It was something I thoroughly enjoyed, especially because I could see how they helped people heal and grow.  Over the years, and after lots of practice, I have managed to create a unique tarot reading experience where I tap into my intuition and your spirit guides while also reading Tarot AND oracle cards.  At the end of each reading I send a personalized list of book, crystal, and meditation recommendations to help you well after your reading.  

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Sunday, March 12, 2017

The Haunted Doll Experiment: Ming

I recently acquired four new haunted dolls.  That's right, FOUR, on top of the three Afghan dolls I still have.  I may seem like a glutton for punishment, but honestly, I actually really enjoy each doll's company.  Do I hug them and carry them around the house?  Um, no.  Definitely not.  The fact is that they stay confined in my office, often shut off from the rest of the house.  They are given peace, quiet, and a safe place to exist, while I selfishly enjoy their company, learn from them, and then hopefully help them cross over.  It's a nice set up for both of us and it makes for some really interesting adventures in my little universe.

I received the four dolls in the mail in February and the second I took them out of the box I felt chills.  Each one had its own powerful energy and personality, and two were downright creepy.  One of the creepy two is Ming, the doll pictured above.  Ming gave me major goosebumps and feelings of uncertainty.  I couldn't quite figure her out.  I didn't know if she meant me harm or if she just felt really strongly about me (in an oddly good way).  I carefully placed her on the dresser in my office and gave her, and the rest of the dolls, some time to adjust to their new home.

Within one week I was already hearing them in the middle of the night.  And boy was I excited.  I got up in the middle of the night to take my dog outside and when I came back upstairs (where my bedroom and office are located) I heard several voices.  I heard a male voice and two female voices.  They were talking excitedly over each other.  It sounded like a very passionate discussion, although I couldn't make out their words.  I stood outside the shut door with my eyes wide and a huge grin on my face.  I thought to myself "Here we go!!" and then went back to bed.

Five days later I was gifted with another sign that they were active and alert.  I got up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom (the room that shares a wall with my office) and heard a sound immediately that sounded like something, or someone, was rustling fabric around.  Almost like they were standing up and moving around a bit.  Then came the creepiest noise ever: scratching.  It sounded as if an animal with large claws started on one side of the wall and slowly, very slowly, scraped their claws across the length of the wall.  It was loud, distinct, and oh so creepy.  And how did my weird ass respond?  I threw a fist in the air and excitedly hissed "Yessssss!"  Sometimes I don't even get myself.  But that was the most normal and honest response you will ever get from me when it comes to spirits and haunted objects.

The sounds have continued.  Talking, scratching, footsteps, you name it.  It doesn't happen every night, but several times a week my husband and I stand outside of that door listening with rapt attention.  These haunted dolls are just so busy and active, and it never ceases to amaze me.

Oddly, the only doll that has actually made an attempt to communicate with me personally is Ming.

I was working in my office one day and felt her spirit standing behind me.  I turned around and saw the shadow of a petite woman standing very close to me.  I asked her what her name was and when she told me, I couldn't understand her.  It was something I had never heard before.  To simplify, she said "Just call me Ming."  Ming is one of the few spirits that don't want to be free of the doll she's attached to.  She loves being tethered to the doll and she desperately wants a family to attach to as well.  Each time I am around her I feel this longing coming from her.  She wants to be bonded with me, wants to be close with me, and she wants to know she will be with me always.  She seems to fear being placed in another house with strangers.  She seemed to know in advance that I was the person she needed to live with in order to be happy and safe.

I've caught her talking to me even from two floors up.  Most spirits that are attached to objects have a small radius in which they can move around.  They are unable to go too far from their doll, which is unfortunate for them, but also safe for those they may mean harm to.  Ming, on the other hand, seems to have the ability to extend herself further than any other spirit I've seen.  That in itself is a talent.  But I also think it's due to her determination.  She is determined to be with me as much as possible.  I can't decide how I feel about that, though.  When she talks to me, she's asking me if she can sleep in my bedroom, next to my bed.  She keeps saying "I want to be close to you."   And when she says this, she sounds so sad.  There's so much longing in her to feel loved and comforted.  The mother in me can't help but feel sorry for her and want to help her.

There have been a few times where I would actually be walking in my room with her in my hands, ready to place her down beside my bed, when I catch myself and think "Wait!  What are you doing?!"  She has a way to convince and manipulate even me, which is frightening and concerning.  I have yet to feel threatened by her, but I also don't feel like I can trust her quite yet.  I know of many people who have haunted dolls (sometimes many) that they will keep forever.  They view these spirits and dolls as family and will take them along no matter where they move to.  I admit that I have a few spirits that follow me from house to house each time I move, and they have become like family.  I don't see why a spirit attached to a doll is any different, but it takes time to build that trust.  

For now, we are taking it slowly.  We are getting to know each other and I am trying to figure out why she doesn't want to cross over.  Why does she insist on staying stuck to that doll? And why choose me??   I'm hoping to have those answers soon.  I will keep you posted...

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