Posts Tagged ‘ghosts’

Mommy, someone’s tickling me


I just got off the phone with Lisa and she told me an interesting story.

Last night, Jolie woke Lisa up and said she felt someone was in her bedroom and he was poking and tickling her back. She showed Lisa how she moved when she felt the tickle and said she hasn’t felt like that since they lived on Waldron Ave.—their last apartment. Jolie was so scared that she slept in the living room.

Lisa went on to tell me that when they lived on Waldron Ave, she used to feel the same poking and tickling and her back would move the same way. She never told anyone about it until now.

When Lisa was 3-years-old, her biological father was murdered. She’s always felt her father was watching over her.

When Jolie was between the ages of 2 and 4, she would tell Lisa that a man would watch her sleep. He would never touch her, only watch over her. They lived in several different apartments, and the man would always be watching.

Sophia is 3 and she’s been saying the same thing. She’ll be playing in her bedroom and she’ll run out saying there’s a scary man in her room.

Both Murray Silver and Shirley Janney—the psychic I saw—told me that when a parent dies before their children grow up, their lives are unfulfilled so their spirit becomes a ghost and they stay with their children.

Lisa and I think that her biological father is the ghost that lives with them.

Changes


Lately, I haven’t:

  • Posted a blog. It’s been nearly a week since my last entry.
  • Been able to remember my dreams. I’ve been so busy, I just don’t care anymore.
  • Been able to focus on school.

 

Lately, I have:

  • Made friends with a best selling author who also happens to know a butt-load of famous people.

  

  • Been in contact with spirit.
  • Met one of the world’s best psychics.
  • Found out I lived in countryside-Savannah in the 18th Century in a big Victorian house with a large front porch, my husband—whom I had nine children with—made good money and traveled often, I was a writer and a poet and I often spent a lot of time on the front porch writing my husband letters
  • Found out that Tony and I were together in past life.
  • Spoke with my grandmother who died fifteen years before I was born.
  • Seen dozens of photographs of ghosts and spirits.

 

My blog is going to change topics. It needs to change topics. My dreams are longer the most important thing to help me find myself.

Within the next few days I will revamp my blog and it will focus on my journey to enlightenment. Everything happens for a reason, and I’m going to find out that reason. The body is the vehicle for spirit. This blog will be your vehicle to mine.

          

After I post this entry, I’m going to call my new friend, Murray Silver. I’m supposed to be going on a ghost hunt tonight with him and two others.