I always say that my husband could trip over a ghost and not even notice it, he’s that un-tuned into things of the other worldly kind.
It’s not that he’s a total skeptic; it’s just that he’s about as spiritually receptive as a plank of wood.
Me, on the other hand, well, I’d love to exaggerate a bit and say I’m a walking ghost magnet, but the truth is I’m disappointed that I’m not, because I truly do believe in spirits.
Over the years I’ve had a few unexplainable things happen around and to me, even in this current house, which I didn’t expect, since my friend Mandy (who’s house we are renting) is so positive and full of love and light.
I anticipated that her good energy would be seeped into the walls and wrap itself protectively around us when we moved in.
So to tell you that a small tennis ball, that we’ve never seen before, suddenly appeared out of nowhere on my kitchen mat, or that a floor lamp in the lounge room turned itself on when nobody but me was home, doesn’t sound altogether really chillingly “spooky” now does it?
You wouldn’t be sitting there getting goosebumps saying “Woah… strange balls on mats, now that’s REALLY creepy! Someone should make a super scary movie based on that!”
Actually what DID happen recently, that disturbed me a wee bit, was that something “poked” me as I was sleeping.
I’m not talking about a dream “poke” or even a poke from a frisky husband, but an actual residual feeling of two fingers having physically poked my arm- hard.
That kind of “poke”.
I wasn’t even dreaming of something that could have incorporated such a sensation, because I recall my dream vividly, and this “poke” rudely woke me right out of it.
I thought it was one of the kids trying to wake me up, and actually whirled around to look to see who was standing at the side of my bed.
Of course nobody was there.
It was an urgent, almost annoyed POKE, lingering on my arm for quite some time, and I’m still pondering over it.
Nothing unexplained has ever touched me physically before, not unless you include those “phantom cats” that creep across your bed in the night, with paws that you could swear were real paws, treading softly and carefully over the quilt, until you look, and of course the bed is cat-less.
But those sort of things I suppose you pooh pooh away. Momentary and forgettable.
There are things you don’t forget though.
When I was ten and we’d moved from Africa to Australia, my parents divorced pretty soon afterward.
I was about eleven when my mother and I moved into a small flat, and my brother went to live with my father.
It was a depressing little flat in the middle of hundreds of other identical unit blocks.
Whoever had been living there (Rumour had it that a strange couple with a young mentally disabled son had lived there prior to us.) had painted the walls horridly garish colours.
Two walls, in what was to be my bedroom, were painted deep purple and the other two were lime green. The bathroom was a deep orange colour. Really unnerving colours. The first thing my mother did was have it all painted “normally”.
It was anything but normal living there though.
Not long afterwards, my father bought me a piano.
I don’t know how we fitted it into that tiny place, but somehow we did.
Of course, at times the piano would play a few notes in the middle of the night.
Maybe piano’s just DO that? I don’t know? Strings that stretch or tighten depending on temperature? I’m just guessing. Seems plausible?
But when televisions start turning themselves on and off? (Back in the day when there WERE no TV remotes, so it was all heavy duty push buttons ON the actual TV itself. Remember that?)
Lights start flickering…?
People start breathing in your ear?
Ok, so let’s back up a bit.
I HAD been “dabbling”, with friends for a while, before all this started happening.
I was closer to twelve actually, by the time the breathing started.
My friends and I had been playing with…”calling the spirits”.
No Ouija board or anything, just a candle flame and our intention.
I’ve since come to learn, through delving a little just out of curiosity, into Wiccan beliefs, what “intention” is all about.
At twelve years of age, I had no idea how powerful intention is.
Something WAS called.
I am absolutely sure of it, and something that was NOT good.
It continued to torment me for at least the next year, breathing heavily- raspy breaths, in my ear as soon as I would get into bed at night. Every night.
There was no logical explanation for it….no traffic in the distance, no tree’s outside the window…no one upstairs snoring loudly. Nothing I could think of, to rationally explain it.
Coupled with the other stuff going on – the piano, TV, lights, things going missing when you put them somewhere that you KNOW you put them…(My mother would get so mad with me.)
The energy in that place was just not a good energy. I think my mother felt it too, but she wouldn’t admit it.
(Sometimes that’s all you have to go on, is this gut feeling – this tuning into a “bad” energy. I have learned to value, and trust this feeling – especially with alive people.)
On the very last night we were in that flat, due to move in the morning, I had gone to bed and put my radio on ; the only way to drown out the breathing.
It was of course an old style like transistor radio – with the dial you had to turn and can see the marker thing moving up and down the frequencies?
Suddenly the radio went crazy, flipping from station to station…not just static, but actually ripping through the frequencies back and forth. You could see the marker moving!
I yelled for my mother who came flying in, took one look at what the radio was doing and said “Turn it off! Pack it in a box!”
And that was that. We moved, we never really spoke about it, and to my immense relief, the breathing stopped.
Years passed with little or no strange happenings, other than phantom cats (who seem to be a constant. Is it me, or do other people have these invisible cats on the bed?)
Until one night when for the first and ONLY time, I actually saw, with my own two good, sober eyes – a real “GHOST”.
I think the word “ghost” is lame…so C grade horror movie-ish.
A spiritual being trapped between dimensions? OR perhaps in this case, a momentary merging of two dimensions?
I was about 23 yrs old, at home alone with the two kids. They were asleep and I was in the lounge room sitting in an armchair with my keyboard across the two arms of the chair.
I was deep in concentration there, playing my keyboard.
Across the other side of the room was a phone table (of sorts) with a lamp on it which was turned on.
I kept seeing something out of the corner of my eye over near that table. Once, twice, my brain registered there was something “there” but the third time I looked up to see what it was.
Sitting at the table was the figure of a young girl with long wavy hair. Her face was bent downward as though she was focused on looking at something on the table.
She wasn’t real like “flesh and blood” real, but she wasn’t semi transparent either – not like you see in the movies. (That would be so lame. I’m glad I didn’t see a lame ghost.)
It was more like a solid darkish shadow with a distinct illuminated outline…almost like a golden light radiating around the entire outline of her body, especially her head and shoulders.
In that split second of processing and recognizing what I’ve just described, my mind also went “Whoa..hang on…Ok, BLINK and it’s all going to disappear.”
But she didn’t disappear, she stayed right there almost motionless, just seemingly looking intently at something.
Then my mind went “Ok, that’s it, you’ve finally flipped out big-time here. You’re seeing things!”
But I knew I wasn’t.
The only way out of the room was to walk (run) past “her” to get out the door.
Which is exactly what I did because I was majorly freaked out!
She didn’t move.
Didn’t even seem to know I was THERE, at all, as I got the heck out of the room.
It struck me at the time that although I could see HER, she couldn’t see me. I’m quite sure of that actually.
Of course I know it sounds totally unbelievable.
You can’t imagine that something like this could be true, unless it’s YOU looking right at it and knowing at your very core that you’re seeing something- with a sane sober mind, that is apparently not of THIS world.
My mother once told me “Tracy, I had the weirdest thing happen as I was falling asleep last night. Your voice spoke in my ear and it said – You will be going to a funeral soon.”
We both agreed that was pretty strange. And why my voice?
A few days later a close friend and neighbor of hers was hit by a car outside their block of flats.
He never recovered and died in hospital shortly afterwards.
My mother of course, went to his funeral.
All these little things start adding up after a while. I could go on, but you might start losing the will to live reading such a long blog post.
I don’t know how to explain them. I’m open minded, perhaps there ARE explanations?
All I know is I want no part of heavy breathing, or things that go POKE in the night, the rest I can handle. I think?
While we’re at it. Take a look at this video I took at some ruins.
Maybe it’s nothing, but it intrigued me anyway, simply because of the vibe I got at this particular location.