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Did I See A Ghost?

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December 29 – I want to write this before I forget it because it was startling what happened. My son was outside walking the dog. He wasn’t supposed to be outside for more than a few minutes so while I was cooking dinner, I checked out the window to make sure all was ok, and it was. I could see him and the dog clearly even though it was getting dark because it was after sunset.

A few minutes went by and I looked outside again. Behind my son’s left shoulder was a young man. He was standing next to my son and the dog was on the leash in front of my son. I wondered who stopped by our house to see the dog (because he’s a new puppy). I figured it was one of my older son’s friends considering the person was a full head taller than my son.

He was dressed in a dark jacket and jeans, had dark hair and a friendly smile on his face. He looked to be about 25 years old. I couldn’t really see who he was though, and couldn’t figure out which friend of my sons’ he was. I was standing in the window looking out trying to figure it out when my son looked up and waved to me. And the other person did too. I waved back and then decided to go outside to see who this was.

But to my complete and utter disbelief, when I asked my son who the person was next to him (and he was no longer there when I got outside), my son said there hadn’t been anyone with him. He’d been alone outside with the dog. My mouth gaping open, I kept asking him who stopped by to say hello and stand with him outside with the dog. But he kept looking at me as if I were crazy because there hadn’t been anyone.

But I know that I saw someone with him. Clear as day and as a solid person. Even writing this brings me a sense of centering as if the knowing affirms this. I am not frightened, just curious and I want to know more…

This is not the first time this has happened. I saw my Mom two weeks after she passed, standing in my kitchen smiling. She wasn’t transparent, but instead looked as if she were really there. I blinked and kept looking at her thinking that my eyes were playing tricks on me because I had come into the house from the bright sunny day outside. But she stayed there for a few minutes and I was locked into place. I was smiling so big and said, “Hi Mom. So good to see you.” I remember being transfixed just seeing her standing there. Within a minute when I closed my eyes again, she vanished. But I knew in my heart that she had come to let me know that she is with me. I feel her often here so I know that to be true.

But I have no idea who this man was…do you?

Peripheral Visions

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I have always been able to see out of the corner of my eyes. Growing up in our old 100+ year old home, I saw figures of people. My parents thought I was strange and as I’ve mentioned before, I stopped telling them and tried to not share that part of me because it wasn’t understood. It seemed that I lost it for a bit and continued on with the human experience of life. The lessons, the lower vibrations and the day to day stuff that can consume us.

About eight years ago the figures began returning. In my peripheral vision I would see something move, a figure, but when I turned my head it would be gone. There were various ones that I observed. Around the time that my father passed, there was a small white one that would peer around the corner in my kitchen. At that same time there would be little things that were moved in the home. It was as if this one was mischievous, but not meaning any harm. Just wanting to be noticed and acknowledged. Playing tricks as it were until I began to talk with it and ask it to return what it had hidden…and it did. I enjoyed that figure, but it didn’t stay. I don’t know what happened to it, but after awhile, I didn’t see it anymore.

A few years later, my life changed again and with that change, I began seeing the figures again in my peripheral vision. However, these were similar to my childhood ones – some not friendly and others were. The unfriendly ones concerned me.

One in particular was big and dark and I got a menacing feeling from that one. It repeated its appearances until I told it to leave. My kids even had experiences with that one as well. I never even knew they had the gift that I had as we had never discussed it. Imagine my surprise when they sat me to down to tell me what they’d been seeing. It was a great confirmation for me that it wasn’t just my imagination, but that I/we were seeing someone/something.

Our cats also knew they were there. Staring intently and sometimes even abruptly meowing a warning to us or getting up and running away from it. Cats see and feel more than we do. Have you heard that as well?

Do you ‘see’ spirits? Do you have experiences with seeing something out of the corner of your eye? Or even head on seeing it? I’ve had that as well! What was the sensation you felt when you had that experience?

Mission Accomplished

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My mom passed away a few months ago. I had decided that I wasn’t going to put the effort in to send Christmas cards because it didn’t feel right. While I was on the fence about it, I felt as if it were an excuse to not add something to my ‘to do’ list and I chose to not send any. It would be the first time in decades that I didn’t do it, but I was mostly at peace with it.

Until yesterday.

I was awakened in the early morning, way before my alarm was to go off, way before the light dawned, with a Knowing. I can’t say it was her voice outside of my body that woke me, but she was in my mind. “Write the Christmas poem. Here are the first few lines.”

I heard the first few lines that were rhymed in my head. And I know me. When inspiration or anyone comes to me and I dismiss them in order to fall back asleep, the chance is lost to the winds and may not return. I debated whether to write the lines in my phone and fall back asleep, but the lines kept unfolding and I knew the chance would be lost and it would be more of a hassle if I didn’t follow my intuition and get up. So up I got.

I scribbled the lines on a piece of paper while I brewed my coffee. I was a bit cranky being woken up way too early and suddenly the lines of the Christmas poem stopped in my head. “Drat!” I said aloud. I wanted my Mom to finish the poem so I didn’t have to struggle. But it wasn’t to be and I understand now.

Because she wanted me to make it my own. She’d given me the inspiration, the beginnings of the rhyming verse of the Christmas poem that she had made a tradition for decades, but now, in tribute to her, I was to do one last one. And so I did.

While my version of the Christmas poem is not as well rhymed as hers, it is uniquely a collaboration between us. My Christmas cards will be mailed late this year, but that is fine with me. Interestingly enough, I hadn’t any family photos to add to the card (which has been my tradition) and I was struggling until I began looking through my photos with her help. Because that’s how she is – helpful and perhaps a bit pushy even when from the other side.

One photo that I put on the card was of my Mom and me on her birthday which coincidentally was the last day of the year and we were wearing 2020 silly glasses. Smiling and looking festive in celebratory mode, it’s a cute photo of her. I hadn’t the time nor inclination to get our family together to take a photo for the Christmas card so I continued looking through my photos. Finally, the other photo I found to include in the card was taken on the day of her death when our family got together outside. A reunion of sorts with family members who had fallen away in connecting, but with her passing, we put aside all in order to heal together. What a strange and yet believable coincidence. The photo of her on her birthday and the photo on the day of her passing along with a Christmas poem that we essentially wrote together.

While not many will understand or know that there is more to this simple Christmas card, I will. My Mom will. As I ordered the cards yesterday, I knew she was smiling for I heard in my mind, “mission accomplished” and felt her pat on my shoulder as a reminder for a job well-done.

They don’t let me ignore them, do they? No they don’t and I am ever grateful for the connection. Have you felt your deceased loved ones nearby? Are you noticing signs? The veil seems very thin lately doesn’t it? They are all around us.