The Family "Kicker" She's a Lifelong Connection

    In some families they inherit property goods, but in mine, we inherited a spirit. The spirit is female, an older women that would have been my great Aunt Mae. Yes, she is a family member and oddly enough I had never met her in life; however death is a different story.  

   In life, she was my Great Aunt through marriage. She came from my mother's side of the family; she was the sister of a generous man of kind heart. He had married my Great Grandmother Dyson just after she became a widow.  My Great Grandfather had died suddenly of a heart attack just after she became pregnant and just before my Grandfather Dyson was born. Ladies and Gentlemen this was at the turn of 1900 when it was so much more than difficult to be an unwed pregnant women.

   She is called the "kicker" because of how she manifests; it just so happen it was my siblings and I that began to call her the "kicker". She has visited everyone in the family, my mother when she was alive, my sisters have stories of her as do I. She nudges the mattress on your bed until you awake. When she comes she will keep you awake most of the night; nudging and nudging until you wake. Once you have drifted back off, she will nudge the mattress again repeatedly till you have awaken once again. This will lesson over the course of a night depending upon the immensity and intensity of the events that are to occur.

   Last night was a single nudge and it was nice to get sleep since she has had me awake on and off for the better part of two in half weeks now. This is a spirit that always comes when there is changes coming in my life or to those near me. Great Aunt Mae rarely communicates messages and it took me many years to understand that the information she would divulge would change the course of how happenings were to happen. It is because when she visits it is when there is huge things happening in life. She has been an omen of death and disruption in what is happening in life when she is here!

    Whats in a name? the name came from all of use realizing the bed would always be nudged and what came next was the kicker. "It is better to have a pat on your back than a kick in the seat of your pants"

Connection with No Cue?

   Over the years I have tried and practiced a few disciplines of mind to have some personal control over when spirits are received; even with years experience, it is unattainable. Generally, contact is when I am conscious the entire time.
   Since being injured, I have been admittedly keeping bankers hours and it is not as if the livings time frame measurements mean anything to spirits. Sleep is where I try to get some reprieve from spiritual contact. My sleeping patterns have suffered from frequent disruptions for years especially now living in such a haunted city. Funny thing is my dreams are extremely vividly in colorful detail, as if I am truly awake and present.
    In some instances such is not always the case, as in last night. I had gone to sleep early around 10:30 PM. The unusual part was waking about 3 hours later, to overwhelming sadness. This had caused me to sit upright with my legs over the side of the bed as if to get up. When reaching a point which my waking state had caught up, I found myself crying. Sorrowfully weeping in an unidentifiable pool of sadness. In thinking about this, I did not know why, instead it became apparent that calming myself down would benefit my being able to return to sleep. As if someone else had come to wipe my tears, to tell me "calm yourself child"
    This is not how I commonly receive communication, however I am not in the habit of awakening to cry either.

About a spirit named "Dave"

   As many of you know I frequently meditate, this allows me to become part of the universal spiritual consciousness. During one of my meditative sessions yesterday I opened myself for receiving spiritual messages and this is when I met Dave.  As a clairvoyant medium this is a very real daily thing for me, unlike what television shows you. In the real world of clairvoyance they come and they go without cue. They do not always come for the living to answer, sometimes they come to have a voice in this dimension. In Dave's case, he showed me as if I were watching a movie, people, places, and things that are vividly in color as well as in full dimension content. It feels as real as if in the living sense of consciousness.
   Dave looks to be a middle aged man, appearing to be of physically fit shape with that slight amount of bulge that comes with age. He has a chiseled look to his face, roundish cheeks with a slightly large nose. A clean cut brown eyed man of average stature with decent head of hair to match. He also feels as if he laughed in life but he has petence for his ways of living, but don't we all?
    This is what he shared:
We begin where the staircases meet in this Manor house. Standing in a hallway of framed wood decorated walls. To our left the hallway proceeds to a library door. Once through the door, the room opens outward to the sides and upwards to the ceilings. Across from us and around us are large book shelves which span the walls from floor to ceiling unless otherwise interrupted by a window. To the left side of the room, a loft area that contains seating and a table.

The thing that was most important was just to our left behind the door. An area was left devoid of shelves to accommodate this odd piece of furniture placed there. Built flat on the back and circular to the front this cabinet serves as a dry bar or at least did. It is unique in that when closed the top and doors all lock together in front controlled by a key. A furniture key, a tubular key with a flat piece attached to it with the tumbler grind marks etched into the top. This key is on a ball chain that has been protected by hanging around his neck. Now he wants someone to go and open that cabinet.

    The thing is this was ever so random, it was not a reading in which I channeled for a specific person with specific information that the living provide. No essence of the spirit in the energy flow of the relative. No lingering essence from an object that relates to this spirit provided by the living. Do you know Dave?

And The Life Light Goes all Around & Around

  When a conversation opens with a discussion on spirits many either think of the holy spirit or the paranormal. However you view this, it is still in the minds eye "past tense", we have a tendency to look upon the subject of spirituality as something that affects us in the future, after death.  Those who look at this in life still tend to try to comprehend death and our spiritual being becoming, just that a being; a being that moves on or remains. Do we contemplate in life whether we at death will move on or remain?  We all want to keep an open mind and none of us wants to turn into the type of free roaming vapor presented by the entertainment industry, a ghost.
    Spiritual nature is like what they were in life and the reasons they remain and haunt are as various as any free thinking human being might have. For many spirits, where they haunt is familiar especially if change is not in that spirits nature. Thinking patterns exhibited in life and behavior do not change once they are a spirit. They even seem to hold the same social relevancy to the manners, to the value which gave them character in life. This social relevance of a spirit is derived from that which was societies norm while that particular spirit was of the flesh. After all, who we are inside is what we take with us into this change from flesh to consciousness, to spirit.
    It is a shame that spirits get a "bad rap" it is not always correct to assume if there is a spirit in your dwelling or with an item your own to think that spirit is necessarily a bad spirit or evil spirit. You will know quickly if it is evil with the tell tail signs that manifest, evil does not waste time. Evil smells of decomposition and sulfur as if a dragon farted on a dead body covered in rotten eggs. Evil likes it cold, I don't know about you but the cold grates my nerves. Evil likes to feed on fear, especially a young person it is as if the youth is an aphrodisiac to evil.
     Spirits that remain, are trying to tell us things of which I wish I could say were full of wisdom. For many they are merely trying to find their way; but to do so, there is something they have to do. Examples of that would be seeking forgiveness from someone they harmed or tormented in life. Another is for them to work out their "fear of God", afraid to face their maker to answer for things they have done. Some remain from being removed from life by a future that was beyond their control in life such as war or disease.
 

What Creeps in the Night

    When I moved here to Charleston SC in 1995, there were many stories of haunts and haints. Some were called ghost stories and others were said to be local legend bore of the various cultures that colonized this area in the late 1600's.  To this day, we still tell these legends, in the early years they were passed down through generations by the family elders, the patriarchs and matriarchs who felt this to be important information. As a ghost tour guide, I tell these legends on ghost tours to those who come to hear. Until last night I believed these to be legend and though I have been off from giving tours due to an injury, a haint found its way to me.
   In the Lowcountry a "haint" is the Gullah word roughly translated as a ghost or a haunting. Some are rather specific like Boo-Hags or Plat Eyes, yet others can be more illusive in how they approach you.
   I laid down early as I felt sleepy quickly as if the sandman had blown slumber dust into my eyes.
For a time I fell into a deep sleep then something unusual, for me, began to happen; I started dreaming, at first it is me laying in bed; but then there a sense something is in my room. A darkened figure of a cloud shaped based churning like a tornado with the appearance of a head and shoulders. Whirling in circles around me as if waiting for me to fall asleep so it could enter my dreams. Soon I'm drifting to sleep, dreaming of this entity entering and removing me from me.
    After waking the first time, a second encounter attempt it made. My consciousness drifted to sleep again and began dreaming. This time it was of my dog getting up on the bed to sleep, with a chain around his neck. In the dream I reach down to pet him and he disappears while this chain wraps around my arm. This dream is in such vivid color and clarity I wake up still experiencing the feelings of a chain around my wrist. So vividly that I looked and while looking at my arm it was still there, circling me.
     With each dreaming, a waking to consciousness came to find that what was happening in the dream is still happening to me. A combat of wills ensued, this entity insisting on feeding on me wasn't prepared for my faith. Each time I came to be aware of it s decent into my consciousness, prayer saved me from an uncertain fate.  Though prayer kept this thing at bay, it only left after a very loud bellowing howl pierced the night just before sunrise. It left, it just left as if something had called it back, like a well trained dog.

   

Working in the Spirit

     Since before religion there has been this spiritual battle of good and evil that has been and still is in the back round of the larger picture of life. Lately I have been doing some soul searching of my own for the commonly contemplated cliche' question " What is the meaning of life?". More to the point what is the meaning of my life. It was the wisdom gained through this contemplation with a little help from signs. You know the ones, when you look up to the heavens because you are in need of divine intervention, with the utterance  " could you give me a sign" as if asking the Lord for vision when suffering temporary spiritual blindness of direction. Receiving those signs mostly because I watch for them.
   I tend to pray a great deal as well as meditate, this is where much of my readings beginnings come from. This is my ability to open myself as merely a vessel to the Holy Spirit; in turn I work within the spirit. You see, over the years giving readings, I have said things to people that I have no other explanation as to how I know. This also helps me to assist spirits that have remained for whatever reason that they have. To some what I do is extremely needed at the time they request me.
    The spirit is the key, for this is what lives eternal and I am not just talking about the Holy spirit; I am speaking of the spirit that is us as well. We are born, we live our lives according to what we do given the world around us; because once a spirit becomes embodied then it is subject to free will and temptation. In this stage of our beings becoming we are able to live our lives doing what is fair, honest, loyal, loving, charitable, humble and chaste, traits of the light of the Holy spirit. Embodied a spirit is also capable of cheating, lying, stealing, lusting, murder, disloyalty, bullying.
    After disembodiment is an entirely different story and this is also where I come in. When the spirit passes from embodiment to disembodiment a journey to the next step of living is to begin. One, that by speaking with spirits, is riddled with complications for some just as their embodied life once was. After death of the flesh is final it is still possible to rectify that which keeps thee from moving on.
   Some spirits need to convey good byes left unspoken, some want to apologize for actions done in the embodied life. Others are frightened and want prayer for reassurance that what was foretold to them is real and not just a story. For those spirits, it is to know that a pious life of righteousness was not embodied by them in vain, their life had meaning. Yet there are others that have no interest in leaving, life embodied was hell on earth and they intend to impose there misery upon the living embodiment of humanity. These are the spirits that are the most troubling for they are always the ones the the living embodied persons want removed because they fear them and what they represent.
    Investigators embark to explain with devices that which defies explanation. This is done with a variety of equipment and set ups to lure a result; but are the instruments picking up the actual spirit or merely the reaction to the spirits presence, Newtons laws " every action has equal reaction" like a pebble in a pond creating a ripple that spreads the water's surface until the initial inertia is exhausted.
    What has become clear is it is in the embodied life we expose our spirit to many temptations some that will influence our well beings far beyond the grave.

My First Experience

   When I was very young indeed, like my siblings before me, I met what was to be my first entity. We all were moved from the nursery room to the big kid room after potty training which was just across the hallway from the upstairs bathroom.
    The bed would always end up situated in the center of the room with the head of it against the wall; in this position when you rolled over you are facing the door of the bathroom directly. It just so happened this would line you up facing North; this is important because during a seance' the north end of the table would be left open. It was believed that this was a direction that made it easier for spirits to pass through the veil to where the living dwell.
     Shortly after taking occupancy while lying in bed facing the door, I began to see this darkness, a nothingness as if there were now less illumination there then previously emitted at a glance. At first thought, perhaps my sleepiness plays tricks with my eyes, but this happened the next night and the night after that. This thing invaded the space in the bathroom growing larger and more defined; as it did, my fear of it magnified with each glimmer of light it devoured with its ever pressing presence.
    Night after night it came revealing just a little more of its frightening exterior. Finally it fully manifested into what appeared to be a man goat atop; that lengthened into infinity with its ability to remove the illumination until it was darker then the shadows it lingers in. No good is what it is, this thing has come to thrive upon the fear it instills as it feeds upon the fear it creates.
     Having my grandmother to ask, I inquired as to what I could do. She said to me with great conviction that In our family we posses an ability I like to call " the gift" ; with this gift comes great responsibility for it allows you to hear, see, and communicate with the spirits of those who have gone on before us. This which you experience is a temptation, one that leads your spiritual soul down a darkened path with as much nothingness as seen when it appears to me.  It will remain unless I am strong and have faith that this is what is meant to be.
    It took me several nights before I had worked up my nerve to actually have a face off with this evil like entity that has come to suck the innocence from me. To overcome me and put out my light so that I would do its bidding in this world. Out from under the covers I came veraciously pulling them off my head; praying ,saying the power of God compels you to leave; my faith is my shield protecting me from your evil. It did not leave the first prayer but it left when it realized I would only serve prayer.

Spiritual Conundrum

    Recently I found myself contemplating my soul's future. Began to ask if when upon my death I have bought a one way ticket to Hell by being clairvoyant. It is not as if I had a choice about having this ability, being born with it. 
   The thought of going to hell infuses my imagination with imagery of tortured souls in flames that can never repent for the sin or sins that got them there. Like many, heaven gives me stereotypical images of everyone on clouds, clad in white toga like garments.  Smiling ever so pleasantly like the Mona Lisa welcoming you to the warming golden glow of the welcoming arms of Jesus.
    In these images many of us carry from childhood, do they set the stage in our minds for the afterlife? Since we surmise spirits to relate to thoughts and feelings developed by the residue of living life, these must have been snippets of life that have imprinted upon a soul to inspire that soul to remain or return. More importantly, spirits generally are not found haunting in a lake of fire nor shrouded in golden light upon a fluffy cloud.
     Spirit entities that are still with us carry many of these same thoughts; as if some have the fear of God in them.  In this instance it becomes more irony than conundrum in that some spirits will not communicate with you unless you pray and convince them you believe in God. They know the living are like the runners for the Olympics that carries the torch around the world, the living are the embodiment of the light of God. Spirits know we are the way to leave where they dwell now so they linger to find their way. 
    Sometimes I get confirmation from those I had given readings to that what message came to me was accurate.  It is fulfilling with great joy when my gift has given someone happiness or helped a spirit pass from this place into the light. 
    For some, handling the responsibility of being able to read is one a clairvoyant has to take into consideration every time you read for someone. we clairvoyants get a bad reputation, this is due to those that charge exorbitant amounts of money for things that are a scam. These are not clairvoyants but more charlatans that are in it for money to take advantage of those who believe.