I’m used to my cats and even my pet ball python seeing and reacting to our ghostly visitors, but up until this point, our new puppy hadn’t shown any signs of seeing anything.
I will call him “Muppet” in this book, mainly because he looks like one to me sometimes. I’ve been told that he’s so cute that he doesn’t look real, like he should be a cartoon character. I’d have to agree, so Muppet works.
One night, I was sitting on my sofa in my bedroom, watching a cute paranormal show about two psychic mediums from the U.K. who take house calls to help confused or pesky spirits into the light.
I admit to being rather charmed by these ladies’ personalities.
They are good at what they do but also have great humor, love to laugh, and have an adorable habit of grabbing onto each other and yelping when something startles them. I couldn’t stop at just one episode, so I’d settled in to binge-watch with a cup of tea.
A few minutes into the show, I started getting goosebumps. This isn’t unusual, and though, sometimes, it can mean the presence of a spirit, most of the time, I think nothing of it. If it’s coming from me – meaning a reaction to something emotionally touching – I usually know because I feel either excited or moved when it happens.
Three episodes into the show, though, I started to wonder what was going on. I was getting goosebumps every five minutes or so, and I didn’t feel like it matched what I was feeling while watching the program. A couple instances, I felt genuinely touched by what the ladies were doing, but I wasn’t feeling much of anything the rest of the time.
At one point, I said to my daughter, “Man, there must be some spirit here with us who is really into this show. I never get goosebumps this much.”
Kiani looked up and watched me for a moment but didn’t see anything at first.
A few minutes later, she came and sat next to me. Muppet soon followed and then started wiggling his way between our legs on the floor.
Kiani suddenly gasped.
“Whoa! Mommy!” she said, “I just saw a hand and arm reach out and start petting Muppet!”
“Really?” I said, looking down at the wiggling puppy. I didn’t see anything, of course. This was my daughter’s specialty.
“Yeah! It had this rainbow-colored energy around it too! It was cool!”
I paused the show, turned on my spirit-sensing devices, and grabbed my tarot deck.
The Ovilus quickly piped up with the words, “BIG MATTER RELIGION JUDGE SOUL ALONE CONTRITION.”
“Goodness! Slow down!” I exclaimed.
I pulled a few cards from my tarot deck and got the sense that there was more than one spirit. At least one of them felt guilty about the life they’d led and worried about going into the light.
I tried to explain that they had nothing to fear from the light and that there were loved ones waiting for them there. I told them that we were going to attempt to make a doorway for them. I couldn’t force them to go but assured them it would be okay if they did. I also said that if we failed to make a doorway, or if they changed their mind later, they could always seek out a funeral home and follow one of the many departing souls walking through the light.
I asked Kiani for help, and together, we visualized a doorway to the light on a wall to our left.
“What’s that?” the spirit box said.
“Appearance,” said the Ghost Radar. Then, “Stay.”
“A white orb just flew out of the wall!” Kiani exclaimed, pointing at the area we were focusing on.
“I also heard a child’s voice say something I couldn’t understand.”
We held the visualization of the door for a few moments longer, then let it go.
I’m honestly not sure if any of the spirits went through, but there was a change of energy after that.
I kept watching the show for another couple episodes, but the goosebumps never returned.
I’m glad that one of the spirits found Muppet irresistible, or we might not have thought to make contact.
Muppet wasn’t quite done attracting spirits after this, either.
The next morning, I came upstairs after a bath to the sight of Kiani, wide-eyed and gesturing for me to come closer.
She said that while I’d been downstairs, Muppet had reacted to an invisible someone entering the bedroom.
She said he had been contentedly chewing on his bone when he suddenly looked at the doorway, dropped the bone, and then ran toward someone unseen. He was excitedly wagging his tail, licking his lips, and straining his head up in the direction of something standing above him.
“Well, I’ll be damned,” I said, staring wonderingly at Muppet.
“So much for him not seeing ghosts.”
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