Silver Sparks

It's no secret that I am a third generation metaphysical believer. I started this blog eight years ago after my mother died and I started to note what I considered to be synchronicities and signs from the universe that those on the other side were trying to communicate with us.  The volume of experiences has taught me that the signs are more than just coincidences.

My own abilities to directly communicate with the other side have been slow to develop but they have been evolving.  When my cat, Kitty, died in July of 2009, I felt her presence via vibration (purring).  I blogged about it here.

Then in May of 2010 when my aunt died, I had a Shared Death Experience (SDE).  I blogged about some of it and eventually I ended up putting together a book about the experiences.

Since then, my abilities have subsided somewhat, but I do still frequently see spirit activity in the form of sparks.

This past weekend, I had a new experience.  I was at a metaphysical party. I started going to this gathering two years ago after my experiences with my aunt happened because it was the one place I could go where people wouldn't look at me like I was crazy when I shared what had happened to me.

Usually I will get a reading or two from one of the psychics or mediums who attend the party. This weekend, however, I was the one who gave the reading!  This is an entirely new experience to me.

There were six of us sitting in the basement. I was talking to a new guest who is 14 and an old soul. When I was focused on her, there were sparks to my left were quite active. Most of the time when I see sparks, I ignore them, assuming that it's just a bug or dust flying around. This time, however, the sparks were quite frequent and hard for me to miss.

I asked if anyone else noticed anything over in that side of the room and they said no.  I said, "someone is trying to get my attention."  After that I continued talking but the sparks became more intense and shifted to a bright silver color, like tinfoil. This is new for me.

Once again, I acknowledged the sparks and that they were silver now. The others in the group asked me if I knew gender or who it was. I closed my eyes, and nothing. I didn't have any idea. The only thing I could say for sure was that they were concentrated near one person. I will call her Fiona.

Fiona said it could be her grandfather or ... (I didn't hear the other person she said).  Then within a matter of a few minutes I had an extreme cold sensation as if I was standing in a walk-in freezer. I was wearing a wool sweater and there was no reason for my teeth to be chattering. I laughed at the sensation and told the group what I was experiencing. This spirit was NOT going to leave me alone.

The old soul handed me a device that works as a divining rod and I used it to ask the spirit questions. I asked who it was connected to and it pointed to Fiona. I asked if it was her grandfather and it said no. Every question I asked multiple times just to make sure. Then I confirmed with Fiona that she had not told me the other one who had died. She was about to tell me and I said, "don't." I asked, "Are you family?" and the rod stuck in the middle between yes and no. I asked two more times and the same thing happened.

I turned to Fiona and told her what I felt. This spirit was confused by the question because they felt like family but were not "technically" family.  That is when Fiona told me that she had lost her four year old step-daughter.  The little girl had died nine years ago in an accidental Jacuzzi drowning, while in the babysitters care.

For the next half hour, Fiona shared stories about the little girl, and I could feel the emotions the girl felt as she heard stories about herself. At one point Fiona talked about what a rascal she was and how she played pranks. I found myself giggling hysterically and feeling a deep sense of pride for "myself" on the craftiness of the prank. Embarrassed that I was laughing so hard, I covered my mouth with my left hand. Fiona looked at me and said, "she was left-handed too."

My lesson from this experience is that spirit likes to be acknowledged. Even though this little girl died nine years ago, she was still visiting with her loved one.  What a great feeling that our loved ones are still with us. I slept well that night.

Directional Synchronicity: Right Time, Right Place

My friends Tom and Ross are from the metaphysical group I belong to. They wanted to go on an excursion and a bit of a ghost hunt to Granville, OH. The plan was to have dinner at the Buxton Inn, which touts itself as "America's most ghostly country inn." I cancelled the first trip we had planned because I was not feeling well, so we went the following week.

After dinner we were exploring the basement of the Granville Inn, which is across the street and also known to be haunted. We ran into D., an employee, who just happened to be drawn downstairs at the same time we were there. I was sitting across the room from him and I could see in my mind's eye a spirit attached to him. It felt loving and very fond of him and interested in him. I assumed it was one of the Inn's ghosts but when I told him, he said he had felt that his grandfather was with him. He was having some personal challenges and so it was a comfort to him for me to validate what he had already felt on his own. He expressed delight in meeting us and within minutes we all bonded and exchanged information and D is planning on coming to our next group gathering. When we left the Inn, we remarked at the timing of it all with my having cancelled the prior week and D's decision to walk downstairs just when we were there.

So now, you might be asking yourself if we saw or felt anything, and the answer is yes. I saw movement several times, and felt the energies. But unfortunately (like the first time I had experienced spirit activity when my aunt was dying) I was unsettled. Even though the spirits were benevolent, I really did not enjoy the experience. I will not be attending any other ghost hunts.

Transitions: A child's question

Though I originally created this blog to talk about synchronicities, I have decided that I cannot pass up also sharing the stories I encounter related to my new position as a hospice social worker. It's touchy because my code of ethics requires complete confidentiality, therefore, I will have to limit the identities to only vague references. Still, these stories need to be told. Some will be death bed visions and others will be messages from beyond. I'm calling this new section "Transitions".

As told to me by an eyewitness:

Grandpa had a peaceful death. The whole family was there and just a day before he was able to give the thumbs up as if to say, "don't worry about me." The day after "grandpa" died, his 4 year old grandson asked, "So grandpa's in heaven now?" and his aunt said, "yes, grandpa is in heaven." The child then pointed to the corner and replied, "So why is he standing over there?"

Mediumship 101: 5 Steps to Build Your Connection to Spirit

AHA! Just discovered Llewellyn Journal. Llewellyn is one of my favorite publishers. Basically, I look for the little moon sign on the spine when I'm browsing at Half Price Books (my favorite store). I didn't know that Llewellyn had online articles. I would do the RSS feed but I'm not quite that sophisticated in my blogging yet. I liked this article. Incidentally, for those of you that read that I lost my kitty a few weeks ago, she is still with me every night. This is my first experience ever where I am 100% certain that I'm connecting to the other side. It's pretty amazing. Plus, for you cat owners, you know that the purring is soooo comforting to fall asleep to!

Anyways - here is the article... the author talked about the connection being a blessing, so I thought it was a nice coincidence that I found it.

Mediumship 101: 5 Steps to Build Your Connection to Spirit

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Saying Goodbye to Kitty RIP 1991-2009

If you've read more than a few of my posts, you'll know that I'm very close to my cats. Kitty has been with me for 18 years. As she aged she became more and more loving. When she was a kitten, she slept on my head. The last few months she had been tucking herself into my armpit. Her purring was a nice steady sound to help me sleep. Last week, I had to say goodbye. She was in so much pain that I knew it was time. The actual act of putting her to sleep was awful because the doctors had trouble finding a vein and I was just mortified that it was not a peaceful experience for her. That night I woke up to one of my other cats jumping on the bed. I thought to myself that it was cool that they were both sleeping with me, as I was already snuggling with one. Except when I opened my eyes, there was only one cat there. The next couple of nights, I could both hear the purring and feel the vibration on my body from Kitty. It was her way of telling me that she was ok. One of my other cats, Karma, was really cool with it and would snuggle with her (they never did that alive). The other cat, Daisy, would jump on the bed, look in the general direction of where I felt Kitty was and then jump down immediately. I don't feel Kitty as much anymore, I'm hoping it's because she's moved on to a sunny place. Her visits to me were comforting and reassuring that there is life beyond, ever for the kitties.

With us in spirit

Recently my husband I traveled to visit his aunt and uncle in Austin, TX. Several other family members came to visit as well. It was the first time that this group had gotten together since the funerals of my husband's grandfather and grandmother, just a few months apart two years ago. Granddad was a 'strong' personality, so it's no surprise that he wanted to be a part of the festivities. When we were there, his picture fell off the wall from 6 feet high and did not break. It had fallen before and the homeowners were very surprised that it fell because they had made sure that it was hung extra secure this time.

I told them it was probably granddad saying hello.

While he did not fully materialize in front of us, I did capture the same orb in multiple pictures. My husband, ever the skeptic, said that it was dust on the camera or dust in the air. I don't think so. I've learned over the years though to just let him be skeptical. There is no amount of evidence that will prove the existance of spirits for someone who does not want to believe. Here are a few of the orb pictures. Judge for yourself. Looks like the same orb to me, in different locations.