Whew, what a
busy week. I really needed to regroup from a hectic, involved house cleansing
last Saturday, yet that didn't happen. Then yesterday I ended up adding two
more things to my already-crowded next week calendar. Every day has at least
one must-do, and some have two. None three (so far). In addition to several
personal appointments, Angela and I need to shop and replenish some of our
supplies for cleansings, and we'll also re-visit her mother's house and do a
"touch-up." The following week's crowded days include a visit from Aunt
Belle. Yippee! She will come up for a few days, and we will go out with a Wicca
friend who will be here to re-consecrate all our protection items to try out
our new Raggedy Ann trigger object. Fun! I'll get some writing in somehow.
And you thought authors
just laid around raking in our royalties and dictating our new stories to our
assistants as we eat bonbons. Ha! Well, we did pass a Cracker Barrel one day
this week, and they do have those yummy old-fashioned bonbons. We did stop, and
a couple boxes of bonbons ended up in my carry-out sack…. J
But back to my
blog, which I am typing myself, not
dictating. J
What prompted
today's title was another one of those musing/reflection periods I have
periodically. Something will generate a memory, and at times it will relate
back to one of the paranormal experiences I've had. I actually don't recall at
the moment what sparked this memory, but I keep a list near my computer where I
can jot down ideas of things to share with y'all here. This one says: "You
don't always get an answer Over There.
They don't worry about the same things we do."
One day a couple
years ago, I got a call from Timmy, my paranormal equipment tech. "I've
got a friend whose son was murdered," he said. "She'd like you to
come over and see if you can contact him."
"Does she
want to know who killed him?" I asked perceptively.
"Yeah,"
Timmy admitted. "If you happen to get any message like that."
Normally, I
would turn something like this down. I'm not a medium, and when a ghost tries to
channel through me (fairly often), I ward it off. It's not something I feel
comfortable doing, although I admire others who are able to handle that wonderful
gift. I will pass on messages I happen to receive, if the recipient wants to
hear them. But since this was my friend Timmy asking, I agreed to see what I
could find out … without allowing anything to channel through me.
Billy, Lucy and
I ended up picking up Timmy and all of us going to the woman's house. I won't
mention her name or where she lives or anything that can disturb her privacy
and grief. It was one of those different type experiences, which taught both
Billy and me some things, reinforced other beliefs I have.
The woman
actually had the shirt her son had died in. She pleaded with me to see if I
could pick up anything from it. I agreed, but there was just nothing there.
One other thing
that came out of this was that Billy started realizing he, also, could pick up
on some things from the other dimension. As we sat there, he brought up several
things he received telepathically, and had those confirmed by the woman and her
husband. However, although we both picked up on parts of the actual murder, we
didn't get any clues as to the identities of the killers. The mother started to
become somewhat agitated with our lack of what she expected from us.
"Can you
sit down and let me explain something to you?" I asked her.
She did, and I
went on, "I'm not sure if you can understand this or not. One thing should
help you, though. Your son did not remain
here as a ghost. He's crossed over into The Light, and he's very content over
there."
That didn't seem
to help her at all. "Then ask him who murdered him so we can have them
punished!" she demanded.
I was already
wishing I'd never agreed to this. I felt as though I were intruding on the
woman's grief rather than offering her any comfort. She just wasn't ready to
give up her passionate thirst for revenge. I didn't blame her one bit. I felt a
deep well of sympathy for her, but I needed to explain as best I could:
I took her hand.
"When someone dies and crosses into The Light, onto the other side where
they belong and where there are loved ones waiting for them, they also undergo
a change of mind about things. Some things that we care about in our lives
aren't important to them any longer. Revenge is one of them. I'm not saying you
have to forgive the people who murdered your son. I know I would have a
terrible time even contemplating that. But you might have to accept that the
killers won't be brought to justice by your son revealing who they are. He just
isn't going to do that."
We soon left,
since she just did not want to discuss anything else with us unless we were
able to reveal who killed her son. I'm fairly certain she realized she couldn't
go to the police with anything we told her, but perhaps she was hoping we would
uncover a physical clue that would end up with those horrible men being
arrested. But it just wasn't there in the house for us to discover. The only
time I even felt any presence was when I stood up to leave. A faint paranormal
energy enveloped me. I believe it was the son in spirit. However, it didn't
last long and it was more or less a feeling of him saying goodbye and thanking
me for attempting to help his mother understand.
It's hard for
any of us to comprehend the lesson here. But I am totally certain it's true. In
addition to the first facet, that those on the other side have different
mindsets than we do about matters such as revenge, I believe there is another aspect
to this area of the supernatural and afterlife. I think there are set guidelines
to our lives which are not supposed to vary. Perhaps, as Sylvia Brown writes,
we set out life path before we come back here. Perhaps another higher being aligns
our paths in life. Or maybe there is another reason we won't understand until
we experience our own afterlife. Whichever, or if it's something I haven't
thought of, there are things that will not be revealed to us, for reasons we
don't understand. We can demand and plead, but if it's not to be, it won't be,
and no medium or psychic will be able to help. It's one of the factors of the
paranormal that fascinate me, and I love learning about. It doesn't help those grief-stricken,
but I firmly believe these things are true.
~~~
One thing I've
mentioned before is the new group my fellow investigators and I formed:
Supernatural Researchers of Texas. We have plans for a blog for our group, and
we discussed it a bit this past week. We hope to get it up soon, and we'll put
more on it than I've had time to do on my own blog. That's because we will
share the work, members rotating the posts each week and adding things we think
you will enjoy. There are some really savvy computer folks in SRT, much more
proficient than I am. They, too, have full schedules, but we'll get things
accomplished as soon as we can. We're hoping for some videos and photos, and we'll
definitely have tales with slants on our investigations from their own
experiences rather than only mine.
As far as my
writing world, I'm still working on the stories for Ghost Hunting Diary Volume
V. Maybe I'll get it done by the first of March. Fingers crossed! But I did
find time to update some of the information in one of my romances, Montana
Surrender. It's a hot, steamy, sexy tale with … a ghost. Maybe. Or maybe not! O.K.,
not really, but I think you'll like it if you like historical western romances.
And guess what! I put it on sale pre-Valentine's Day for $.99. So far, I've got
the price dropped on Kindle, but I hope to do Nook and elsewhere tomorrow. It's
here:
My friend and fellow investigator Angela (whom Alan, the ghost, lives with) did that gorgeous cover for me. I so love it! It's the second book I sold, and as special now as when I wrote it. Hope y'all enjoy it. Even the guys might like this cool western.
Take care and
until next week ….
Boo!
T. M.
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