Saturday, October 31, 2015

A Ghost Story

It was the fall of 1989. I lived alone in a NYC basement apartment with only one window that brought in night lights from the Throgs Neck Bridge. Light sleeper, a shadow passing across the window woke me up in the middle of night. Wasn't sure if someone was creeping around outside or walking inside my apartment.

I layed in bed, perfectly still, listening intently for any sounds, wondering if the baseball bat was still under the bed. Keeping my eyes partially closed, wondered if I could reach the bat in time, defending myself from the attacker.

Heard footsteps approaching my bedside and completely froze up. All those college Self-Defense classes hadn’t prepared me for the real thing? I got angry for being afraid. Practiced light, quiet breathing so attacker would think I was still asleep. Element of surprise might help if he/she approached me. Then something amazing happened.

A warm, calm feeling overwhelmed my senses. It felt like someone poured warm water over my head. The warm liquid flowed down my neck, across my shoulders, down the arms, to the fingertips, down the spine, flowing through every part of my body. I thought I was dead. But it felt so good. How can dying feel so pleasant? Then something else happened.

The shadow figure began to speak. It was a man’s voice. The shadow stood about 6’6” tall, slender, standing at the foot of the bed. He was dressed in black. I couldn’t see his face and I couldn’t move. The warm calm liquid flowing inside my body made me limp and still but unafraid.

He spoke about my gifts and talents. He showed me my past, present and future. Then the shadow switched to a woman, who also talked about my life and lives of my loved ones. Then the shadow morphed into my brother, who was killed the previous year. It was his voice, his face. Mark’s spirit reminded me of my weaknesses and strengths. He encouraged me to keep living, moving forward. Then he left and the shadow morphed into another Spirit Guide – Ayn Rand. She talked about the future; what society would look like decades later.

All in all, 6 spirits came to me that night, in the form of that shadow that frightened me so much at the beginning. Then it suddenly vanished. Looked at the clock, it was 2:30am. I rolled over, hoping to finish my night’s sleep, wondering if it was real or a nice fantasy dream.

When I woke at 5:30am for another regular work day commute into Manhattan, I felt well-rested, calm and clean. Felt like I’d slept for 10 hours and already had three nice, long hot showers with eucalyptus and lavender. My body felt lighter. My spirit felt free. My mind was clear. No fear. Complete bliss.

I'll never forget that night. Went from total, paralyzing fear to complete calm and bliss. I wrote about it in my journal that morning before walking out the door to catch the 7 train into Manhattan. Floated above everything that day. The crowded train, abrasive smells of Manhattan, brushing shoulders with people on busy sidewalks - none of it affected me. I floated above it all. Took half the time to accomplish office tasks. Smiled all day long.

That night stays with me - whenever I feel discouraged or afraid. After that night, I no longer sweat the small stuff. Personal physical proof that Heaven and Spirits do exist. We have a lot of help we cannot see. When we stay open to the supernatural, it will appear in the strangest of ways. Sometimes it's scary at first. Forcing us to face our fears.

Robin Amanda Kelley

Sedona Spirit Psychic

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