Poor Little Lost Soul

    In the sense of the living, it has been sometime since my last post.     It is not that spirits have ceased to exist in my life, however, for the time being, giving ghost tours currently has.     The time it is taking for all the "red tape" to unravel and all to be settled that is up in the air.     It is, in the larger picture, all that appers to matter.   
   In the time given there have been other spirits come.     Thank God for God for without the Lord the underworld would have me already.     The world is a compelling place, isn't? surely you do not believe that I represent the biggest monster out here; that requires a lack of humanity.
   I recently received a call from a women that had lived over sixty years as a good women of faith in a family homestead built in 1810.     During my interview learning that she had grown up in the church and now spent much of her time in service to her community and the Lord.     Of sound mind and spirit she had stated never having any sort of experience of this nature in all her years.
   This past July in 2018, as she did every evening she retired to her room and changed into her night clothes as part of her routine before getting into bed.     Nothing out of the ordinary that evening of the 18th at first she lay comfortably.     As she beagan to doze off to sleep she met the first spirit in her life time.     It only took this single visit to  frighten her from her own bed.
   As I listened she told me of what had frightened her so.     She said " as I was laying there it felt as if something or someone had entered the bed."    I asked if she could be more specific as to what occured, did you see something or hear some thing.     No but her bed depressed as if something had stepped on the bottom being described as a being of lanky structure.     She said that the four limbs were long and thin.     The fingers were that way too as it pulled up onto the bed on the side next to her.     She went on to describe it slinking up and curling up next to her in the bed.     Though she commanded it to leave her bed in the name of the Lord in the name of God, the entity is felt to have remained in the room.     
   We talked about God, I asked if she could get together a prayer circle.     To assemble a group to form a circle that joins hands forming a connection for God to work through.     My senses and deduction was of a spirit that was seeking the way back to heaven.     It did not as she stated do anything to hurt her or inerreact with her.     A spirit that does not harm is seeking something.     A prayer circle of people joining hands forms a door for that spirit who crawled in the bed.