Psychic Readings: I See Ghosts
My psychic readings almost always involve spirits who have “crossed over”. I hesitate to call them “ghosts” because I do not sense that their intent is to haunt anyone. However, recently I was asked to state categorically whether I see ghosts and I had to answer that I do. It’s not a daily occurence or anything and it’s not something I seek out. Like so many phenomena associated with psychic readings, I see ghosts spontaneously when they wish to be seen. Recently, it happened when I was in the flat of a friend who had just moved in. She was keen to make the space her own and did a space clearing ritual to remove any residual energy from previous occupants. She had invited me to do an energy reading of the place and I was happy to comply. Almost immediately after I walked through her front door my attention was drawn to one corner of her sitting room. I had the distinct impression of an older man wearing a greenish shirt or jacket and tan trousers. He seemed curious about what was happening in the flat and I noticed that he had hazel eyes with a sort of mischievous light in them. His presence was not disturbing; he was just ‘hanging around’. Given that he obviously meant no harm to my friend, I kept moving through the flat. However, one other corner drew my attention: it was on the opposite side of the wall from where I had sensed the older man. It was odd because this corner was where two sets of kitchen cupboards met and this made no sense to me in terms of a human haunting. Nevertheless, I noted the spot as possibly significant and moved on to the bedroom. I had a sense of “jumbled energy” in the bedroom which would bear further attention but there was nothing negative or disturbing about it. All in all, the flat seemed neutral in energy terms. A week or so went by and I had another brief conversation with my neighbour. It seems one of her cats found the corner I had been drawn to in the kitchen of particular interest. The cat would sit and stare it for long periods of time. I don’t know what the cat is seeing but I think Mr. Cat and I have a bit of work to do together to figure out what happened in that cupboard. I can’t help wondering if perhaps a field mouse wandered in at some point in the past and perhaps met an untimely end in the cupboard…
Psychic Readings: I See Ghosts
The other recent incident involving a ghost occurred one night during a violent storm. I was half-asleep in my reading chair, having found the drone of rain against the glass paned doors was making me drowsey. Suddenly, a huge gust of wind hit the house and the floor lifted under me! I was fully awake instantly, all systems on alert! Another gust lifted the floor again and this time I saw a man with spade-shaped beard glaring at me from the stairwell. He was unusually tall, intent to the point of seeming angry, and in his left hand he held a rusty iron bar. He was wearing a dirty blue shirt and looked to me as though he had just recently lost weight because the shirt seemed a little bit too big for him. In the next second I heard him say, “Moira, (or possibly Mara) get out.” His eyes were fixed on a spot to my left and behind where I was sitting. As I turned to follow his gaze, I saw a young woman in a pale yellow dress with tiny flowers on it, sort of gauzy looking, reminiscent of the 1930s. She had short reddish hair and a large mark of some kind on her right cheek. I had the feeling the mark was the result of a blow she had suffered at the hands of another man. Suddenly, a feeling of utter despair came over me and, as I watched in amazement, the woman slowly turned and walked through the wall. As she did so, the man looked even angrier than before and turned toward me. I decided that this had gone far enough and I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I was about to mentally utter a banishment when I had a sudden memory. Sometimes one can dispel heavy energy through laughter! It had worked once before some years ago when I was faced with a frightening apparition who challenged me. I recalled the incident as vividly as I could. I saw myself in the bedroom of my old house. It was late summer and I had awoken suddenly to find the face of woman hovering in a corner where the wall met the ceiling. She was not friendly and had me pinned to my bed despite my efforts to strike out. Then she set me some sort of riddle. She said, “First there was the shepherd. Then there were the sheep. Then was there was the black sheep. Which are you?” Despite my fear, I remember thinking: I hate riddles! To hell with this! And I mentally answered her question about whether I was a white sheep or a black sheep by saying, “That depends on who in my family you ask!” I was already laughing at my cheekiness and instantly, I felt fury coming from her. She had not expected an act of defiance, I guess. My answer totally surprised me, too. I had never before been able to ‘fight back’ when I was frightened. This time as I reached the ‘punch line’ of the story, there was a very loud “cracking” noise that startled me into opening my eyes. Where the angry male ghost had been in the stairwell, there was now a distinct blue light that gradually faded to nothing. I’m afraid I was so full of energy at that point, however, that I didn’t sleep the rest of the night. But as the morning light trickled through the window in my bedroom I was seized by a deep fatigue. The next thing I knew the clock showed 11:22 AM. The sun was shining and the night was long gone. Twice now I have been able to dispel a threatening energy with humour so I guess this is a lesson I am meant to pass on. If you’re ever confronted by an angry ghost, try to remember something funny!
© Delia O’Riordan 2012