I wanted to share a story from a few years ago that, when I think back seems like it was straight out of a movie. It was the most profound experience I have had in regards to the creep factor after the fact. I am not a scaredy cat. Those of you who know me know it takes a lot to make me cringe unless we are talking about potted meat (tried it last night) It should be gross, but it was disturbingly delightful. Oh, and maybe Okra, I keep trying it, yucky slime in the middle gets me every time. Steeped in vinegar for a few weeks seems to help with the slime factor. One thing about my personality, I will just keep coming back until I get it right. With okra, I have come back again and again all different ways to find a way my tongue will tolerate it. This silly fact it important... being scared and not going back to this particular house no matter what was the gut reaction I had on this day. So freaked out I went home and locked my doors and window against things that have no use for them.
One day, a few years back I received a phone call from a therapist that was a referral from a friend. She said that she had heard all about me and wanted to discuss what I do in my work. She said I came highly recommended. Mentioning she worked with many clients that had some deep troubles. I sound a bit ego driven here, but I say it this way for a reason. She gave me the impression she would like to refer some of her clients to me. At that moment many things went through my mind. I was at work as a homecare nurse when we had this conversation. I looked down at my clothes, glad that, that day I had worn a dress that was good enough for a house call with a perspective referral source. I had the absolute wrong idea!
I did a bit of a reading as I drove to her house in regards to the person I was meeting. I started to get bits and pieces of a warning that this was more than what was presented to me. As I walked into her home, her dog stood beside her and growled. What? She explained she didn’t know what her dog’s problem was, but he tended to do that a lot. Animals tend to be much more sensitive to spirits than humans. This dog was just plain stressed out with its surroundings. Creep.... We sat and talked a bit about what I do. Then here is comes. She looks at me and asks "Do you see them?" In the same tone of voice, I swear, that the little boy in 6th sense had when he said "I see dead people." A little side note, I do not walk around with my signal on. It is too overwhelming, I experience too much of everyone’s stuff. All I was feeling so far was.... something is creepy.... I looked at her as I turned on my radar and said "who?" She replies "All the dead people that I collect after their violent death." What!!!! At that moment I realized that I was there for her, to help her. As I looked around there was many trapped souls. As soon as I opened that door to my vision, there she was a ball of anger. She was a young girl of 12, pissed beyond earthly words. She spat anger and words that most 12 year olds do not usually utter. Raging about the fact that this woman she had approached for help had ignored her on purpose for time that seemed endless. The therapist told me she collects souls that have died violently. She knew they were there and chooses not to address it. Back to the young girl... this is the cool, creepy feeling part. Her anger, because she is spirit, charged the room. It is very hard to explain the feeling. It is a tidal wave of energy that washes over everything. I felt cold, gooseflesh, a sensation of electricity up the back of my head, a little nausea and a big feeling of wanting to pray. This is all normal. Yes, indeed, normal high energy spirit communication at its rawest. I was not the only one to feel these intense sensations. She had carried these wayward suffering spirits with her but they had only touch her gently and subtly with their presence, not enough to take her back and make her act in their behalf. At this moment she literally jumped up and stood on the chair she had been sitting in, as if a hoard of mice came in the room and where going to devour her, toes first. She looked at me and yelled "What are you doing?" "You are doing this!" I gently explained to her, while I held my shit together, that it was the little girl. She was showing her rage and frustration, finally able to get her attention. Deep Breath.
I was in the middle, trying to calm down the therapist and attend to the spirit girl. Frankly, I was not feeling much empathy for the human and deep concern for the spirit and my biggest concern was holding my own head together to get through it without running out the door saying .... The hell with this craziness. Well, that’s half the truth. I love this stuff. The woman was convinced that I had brought this huge energy into her house, that I created this situation. Looking back I guess that I did create it in the sense that I allowed her to release the energy she had been holding. I gently explained that the explanation would have to wait a few minutes while I helped the girl. This is one of my favorite aspects of my job. This is what the young girl showed me.
She had been in a fire long ago, trapped on the second floor. She showed me a picture of her face behind the glass of a window, flames everywhere but no way out. This was the moment of her death. As she showed me her story, the energy in the room changed, the charge was released and the feeling in the room changed to sadness and relief. I followed my process of helping her cross over, asking for her loved ones to come help her make her journey. A very old car drove into my vision with a load of happy people to pick her up and take her home. Meantime the therapist sat next to me with tears in her eyes, no more anger at me and an understanding of the unseen and unattended souls in her wake.
I am going to end my story here.
Just last week I was having a conversation with a noted medium that confirmed the history of this childs death using her ability to speak to spirits.
As I left the therapist home I saw many levels above and below, in her entryway..................trapped souls everywhere, too many to count. This vision will always be part of my memory. The most aweful terrifiying thing I have every seen. This is what prompted me to lock my doors and windows. My only physical response of ridiculous protection from the mournful creep in her home. Irrational fear that I had brought it home with me.
Spirits suffer sometimes just as we do when they are trapped here with us. The key word is trapped, stuck, lost and unable to move on. Many times this is what causes that haunted house feeling. That is when they need our help.
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My name is Christina Laughton. I live in the country in NC. I have made it a long standing practice study ways to achieve health and peace in life through allowing your true self to be seen. I have fostered many unusual abilities such as seeing, hearing and sensing the usually unseen. Then finding the understanding of how to apply this to your life, to bring a balance to your mind, body and spirit. When in alignment with yourself you will always bring healing to all parts of your life.