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Haunted Apartment

The Lost

The Haunted Apartment

Early one day at about three o'clock in the morning, I woke suddenly with an eerie feeling that I was not alone. The apartment was dead quiet. As I tried to focus my eyes in the darkness, I could see a silhouette of a man sitting at my kitchen table, staring directly at me. He was completely solid, the skin along the side of his face nearest to the window catching the moonlight. His elbow was perched on the tabletop, chin resting on his palm. As my vision sharpened, I could see a glint of moonlight like silver on his eyes...

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Spirit Orbs illustration by Trey Lindsey

The Good

Spirit Orbs

While driving with my husband through a historic coastal town along Puget Sound in western Washington, Ian unexpectedly made a comment which gave me pause: "I feel really strange right now." Unsure if he was referring to a medical issue which may require urgent attention, I asked for clarification. "It's not something physical—I just feel like there is something here that I can't explain. It feels very heavy in this spot. There's something here..."

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The Good

Animal Spirits

Do animals have spirits? YES. All beings with the capacity for empathy and emotion have spirits, including animals...

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“I’m Here” 2.0

My late husband Jeep has been making his presence known on a regular basis by moving a stuffed Christmas bear around in my office. This is a delightful way to let me know he's dropped by, and a visible message sent to me directly, since I cannot see him like Ian does. If he's visiting while Ian is here, they talk briefly and Jeep updates Ian on what he's been up to, as he continues to watch over loved ones in his spiritual body. I am fortunate to be one of those loved, and I feel that love whenever he is here!

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The Good

Death’s Gift

The spectre of Death for many is an idea which evokes terror and fear. In reality, Death is natural and organic, an instrument of God to cross over souls into the next realm. Death is just as much a part of human life as living itself.

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Sage of Angels

On numerous occasions, the white sage smudge stick we keep on the altar has begun to spontaneously ignite and burn, filling the room with spiritually healing smoke, which in turn drifts through the rest of the house on its own. This has been my late husband, Jeep, cleansing our home, bodies and spirits, as well as removing any negative attachments which may have followed us home...

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The Lost

The Suicide Man

GRAPHIC CONTENT WARNING. Last night while I was working on another post for my blog, Ian came into the studio and told me he was uncomfortable in the bedroom where he was playing with our ferret, Bosley. He said there was the spirit of a dead man who suddenly appeared...

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The Good

The Cherubim

In the early morning hours of July 30, I was visited by a cherubim in my sleep. In my dream, I was standing at the edge of a massive desert canyon, its depth obscured by darkness as the sheer rock walls descended beyond the range of sight. I was not alone—numerous people were milling about on my side of the chasm, marveling at the natural wonder just meters from our feet. There was chatter and conversation from the groups of individuals nearby, not unlike a visit to a popular tourist spot.

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“I’m Here”

Tonight after I returned home from a shift of food deliveries, I noticed an "ugly" Christmas sweater Jeep (my late husband) used to wear for the holidays, draped over the back of my office chair. I immediately thought Ian had put it on there while doing some laundry or reorganizing, and asked him. He didn't know what I was talking about, so I pointed at the chair. The front of the sweater was perfectly centered on the back of the chair, fabric smoothed as if laid out to wear for the evening. "No," he replied. "Wasn't me."

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