So today, it occurred to me, that I could duplicate many of my short stories on MeWe over to my blog as well. This will help get them out there, as my blog continues to be read in very high numbers every month. Quite surprises me actually! And it’s now been read in over 50 countries! 😮🌏♥️
So, without further ado… Here are a few to catch you up. 🙏🏻😁💜
The Blues Fan
Little ghost story for ya.
My friend, Adam, is fun and open-minded. Yesterday he came over to visit me and picked up my guitar to play for me a bit.
A few minutes later, my dog, Lilah (who sees a lot of our spirit visitors) comes running over to me and put her paws on my knee. He eyes were wide and her ears back in a worried expression.
“What is it, baby girl?”
I had a feeling and checked with my Archangel guides. Sure enough, we had a visitor. Angels showed me an image of him in my mind’s eye. He had a suit and a fedora hat on and looked to be from the 1940s era. He was standing in my kitchen, admiring all my 1950s diner decor, including a print of Marilyn Monroe leaning against an old car, wearin a bathing suit.
I told Adam about the man, and he played a little louder for our guest’s sake.
“He likes the blues,” I told him.
Adam switched to the blues and soon the man was standing in the doorway listening, leaning into the frame, arms crossed.
“Not bad, son,” Archangel Michael translated for me.
I asked Michael who to call to help him cross and was told a blues musician known to him would do the trick.
Half way through the song, the musician showed up. The last image I saw was our visitor shaking the hand of his musician helper, before crossing into the light together.
Happy travels, fellow music-lover!
The Bubble
My Archangel guides are always one step ahead of me. Yesterday I decided to start being better about sharing more of my ghost experiences.
Problem is, we don’t get as many lately because the protection blessing on my daughter and I extends 111 feet around us and this pretty much removes most visual ghostly activity. Haha!
Well, last night my daughter went out for a late night snack with her brother and came back having seen two ghosts.
“One was running along the sidewalk and he literally vanished while I was looking straight at him,” she told me. “The other one was a man in a hood looking depressed. He disappeared too.”
“Hmm, it’s been a long time since you’ve seen ghosts outside the house huh?”
I checked with the archangels and sure enough, they had pulled our protection bubbles in from 111 feet to only 4.
The reason was obvious. Thanks, Angels! I’ll do my best to write more often!
Water Sprites
Whoa! I was just sitting here relaxing and suddenly felt water hitting my hands in little droplets. When I feel my hands, there is no water. 💦
I’ve come across this more than a few times and in most cases, it’s water sprites (yes nature spirits are very real!). I checked in with Archangel Ariel (the archangel of fairies and nature among many other things) and she confirmed it. Apparently I have four of them frolicking on me right now. What a trip!
This reminds of something else too. Years ago my acupuncturist used to see what looked like floating, billowy, almost jellyfish-like seedlings around me. I was told by guides at the time that they were “helpers” and were around me when healing or being healed. Now that I can hear my guides better, they told me that these beings are actually nature spirits and are attracted to the healing arts. They “eat” negative energy and expel it back into the air as positive.
What an amazing world we live in! ♥️🌏
I’m told that in New Earth, the fae will be able to come out of hiding, as no one will harm them anymore. I’m looking forward to that.
The Staircase
I came downstairs to find my mother crying. Her cousin had passed away today and the news hit her hard. Pat was the last of my mother’s family (outside her own children and grandchildren).
I stayed with her a while and comforted her then went upstairs to check on Pat’s spirit.
“She’s in a state of slumber,” said Archangel Gabriel.
“Is it her belief in the resurrection? Waiting for Jesus?”
“Yes.”
I was familiar with this. A year or so ago, I got to speak with the spirit of my aunt Nancy, who had also gone into the same slumber many years ago. Only in her case, no one came to help her out of it. She woke 9 months later standing in her living room. After some confusion, she finally crossed into the light, where Jesus and angels waited for her.
It is common for spirits who hold a powerful belief, for it to be manifested for them, at least for a time. Such is the power of belief.
I sat still a moment, trying to think of the best way to handle this crossing. Finally, I had an idea.
I connected to Jesus and asked him if he would stand at a white light doorway and wait for Pat. Then I asked Gabriel to wake her up and lead her to Jesus at the doorway. Jesus and Gabriel approved of this and I closed my eyes and waited for images of her crossing.
They showed me Gabriel with his wings and arms around her. She was groggy and confused at first but then happy to see an angel with her.
Next I saw Gabriel lead her to Jesus. She recognized him and started happy crying. Jesus came to her and did the sweetest thing. He put his hands on her cheeks and touched his forehead to hers.
Next image showed them leading her up a flight of stairs to a white light doorway.
“Stairs?,” I said to my daughter, who was sitting next to me listening to me describe the scenes.
“That makes sense though!,” Kiani said. “Isn’t there a stairway going to heaven in the Bible?”
“Oh! You’re right! How cool!”
Next, I felt that familiar shivery goosebump feeling up my back as the three of them crossed through the white light doorway to Heaven.
So beautiful. Thank you, Great Spirit-for such kindness to Pat. ♥️
The Ghost Radar
My dog Lilah is my ghost radar around here. This morning she suddenly stopped wrestling with the new puppy and ran panicked to my closed bedroom, begging to get in. I quickly let her in and closed the door, then asked archangels if it was a spirit.
This time it was a woman from the 1920s, in a stylish floral dress. “Esmerelda” was the name I got. She had been accidentally shot and killed by her sister on a hunting expedition with their husbands.
Angels felt she had spent enough time here and needed to move on, so they brought her to my house.
My dog, Lilah, spotted her walking into the kitchen (angels said she saw her in solid form, which I think is pretty cool. Never thought to ask about how she sees the ghosts. They say she sees them half solid, half misty most of the time. The fact that this one was so solid is most likely what scared her so bad).
She’s still hiding under the chair in my bedroom, poor girl. Maybe I can entice her out with a new bone. 🦴♥️🐶
As for Esmerelda, she crossed over easily when I asked for Jesus and angels to come through.
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