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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.

We’re doomed. We’re lost. We’re done!


 “I’m suggesting to you that the biggest problems on this planet today can only be approached from the field of spirit. And that is why the world is in the mess it’s in today. And why most people are in the mess they’re in today. Why most people are drug or alcohol addicted. 

“I don’t know anybody who’s not taking a drug of some kind because they can’t deal with reality. Because what they think is reality is actually only an illusion. This world that we live in, dear, this physical world we live in is an illusion. 

“This is not reality. The true nature of reality is emptiness. There’s no there, there. We are all constructs. Everything you see and encounter is a construct which means there was a time where it didn’t exist, there is a time where it will no longer exist so therefore it can’t be said to truly exist. 

“The only thing that’s real or permanent about you is that which science says doesn’t exist and that’s your spirit. And that is why this world is fucked up! 

“We live in a world of illusion and that which is real we call the illusion. And that is the reason why we are in the mess we are in. And if we don’t change our field of vision, we’ll never get it. We’re doomed. We’re lost. We’re done!” -Murray Silver

He and Me


“You’re my distance, destination of choice
I’d give anything just to hear your voice
I could’ve passed you on the street
Without saying a word
Most times I miss the voice
That goes unheard

What if I missed you
You got caught in the sun
What if I did something
Never to be undone”
            -Course of Nature, “Caught In the Sun,” Superkala, 2002

Tony and I have only been together for four months on May 29th. It seems like we’ve known each other forever which is why it seemed only natural for us to move in together after only knowing each other for two months. And that’s why it doesn’t feel weird that tomorrow we will be getting a family-share cell phone plan together.

He makes me happier than any guy I’ve ever dated. He is sweet, but not always. He is supportive, fun, and gets my lame sense humor even if he doesn’t find it funny. He’s dorky, adorable and incredibly sexy. We are good for each other, and we connect mentally, emotionally, physically and spiritually.

There are a lot of weird things that tell me Tony and I should be together—other than my psychic, Shirley Janney, saying we are soul mates and were together in a past life.

  • I am from Rochester, New Hampshire and Tony is from Portsmouth, New Hampshire. It is a short 30 minute drive from my house to his. Tony was actually born in Rochester.
  • One of Tony’s elementary school best friends was Gary. I dated Gary as a freshman in college for about a month. Gary and I decided that we were better off as friends and grew to be best friends for several years.
  • Tony went to high school with the only guy I was ever in a serious, long-term relationship with. Tony’s father knows my ex-boyfriend’s family. Both families are from Portsmouth.
  • Tony and I both moved to Savannah because we love this town and hate the cold, snowy, New England winters.

Before, I would say that all of these strange occurrences are just a coincidence. But as my dear friend Murray Silver would say, “Nothing is coincidence.” Everything happens for a reason. With all of the common people we both know, we could have met in New Hampshire. But we didn’t. It took us both moving 1,100 miles away from home to find each other. And that’s how spirit works.

In the past four months, Tony and I have only spent a handful of nights apart. He’s leaving on Thursday morning to go back to Portsmouth for five days. It makes me sick thinking about being away from him, and it makes me sicker thinking about how pathetic I am.

Om Mani Padme Hum


I want to know how to channel my past life from Savannah in the 1700s. I want to learn about this woman—where she lived, who she married, what she looked like, what she wrote. I want my spirit to recognize her if I find her.

Murray said that meditating will clear my mind and help me become more in tune with my spirit. He also said that clearing my mind will rest it more than a full night’s sleep.

So the other day, I began meditating.

Om mani padme hum. It means hail the jewel in the lotus. Focus. Sit comfortably. Center your vision on an object close by and just above eye level. A flower, a photograph, Buddha. Don’t think about emptiness. Just let thoughts go. Let noises in one ear and out the other. Repeat the mantra aloud. Repeat the mantra in your head. Find peace.

Om Mani Padme Hume written in Tibetan script on a rock outside the Potala Palace in Tibet

This morning I woke up at 5:57 a.m., and I was wide awake. I should probably leave out that Tony was too tired which is why I decided to meditate. But he was too tired which is why I decided to meditate.

I lay in bed with my eyes closed. Om mani padme hum. After about four minutes, my mind felt completely clear. I felt peaceful. I must have drifted off because when my alarm woke me up at 6:30 a.m., I jumped out of bed—ready to go and alert for the whole day!

That’s how spirit works


So I didn’t go on a ghost hunt with Murray last night. I suppose that was for the best seeing as how I spent five hours starting and finishing a project that is due on Tuesday. Murray would say that’s how spirit works. I should have been doing homework instead of searching for ghosts.

I’m trying to figure out what I believe to be true and what I believe to be false. I believe that we all have spirits. I also believe that our spirit never dies, just our body. I believe that we are able to communicate with the spirits in other dimensions. And I believe that our spirits are reincarnated multiple times.

What I don’t yet understand is that if the spirit is constantly reincarnated, then how can we continue to communicate with it?  

Shirley Janney told me that my grandmother—my mum’s mother who died about 35 years ago—was standing next to me in Shirley’s office. She told me things about my grandmother that, never having met the woman, I couldn’t confirm to be fact or fiction. But when I told my mum, she said those things were true.

Among several other things, Shirley also told me that in a past life I lived in Savannah during the 1700s. She and Murray both told me that I need to learn how to channel this past life and write about it.

My first step will be to go to the Savannah Historical Society and look for letters written by a female in the 18th Century. Shirley has helped Murray connect with one of his past lives and Murray said his spirit knew right away—Shirley was just a confirmation. He said I’ll know the woman I was in my past life if I’m lucky enough to find her.

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.