Spiritual Medium

Use of digital recorder is an inexpensive way to capture EVPs.

I’ve had lots of things going on in my house for 18 years.  Since we moved back in after our fire, on and off for 5 years now, we’ll smell toast.  Sometimes accompanied with butter, jelly, or even tuna.  My daughter and I affectingly refer to him as “toast man”.  This particular night, my cousin, daughter and I smelled it accompanied by cold spots.  After we explained we sometimes smell tuna to my cousin, the tuna smell came.  We all smelled it.  I then ran to grab my digital recorder.  Listening to it straight of the recorder, it sounded like a distant sigh.  Listening to it louder on the computer is a different story.   We captured a couple of EVPs in an hours time.  The following was the most unmistakable, easiest to hear….    This is a very non threatening spirit, but hearing it for the first time, still gave me a slight chill.

Because I can’t afford totally fancy programming, I had to record the sound separate from the video (used a free program) and splice back together to have the sound with the visual, near the end it’s a little “off”, but it is the actual recording from my house.

What do you think it’s saying?

Spirits can contact us in many different obscure ways, complex equipment isn’t always necessary. Solid sound, touch, feelings. Simple electronics such as Via EVP upon play back of tape on a recorder (or digital these days), behind white noise which I’ve yet to experience, and yes, even an $11.99 touch lamp.

I’d received word a former co-worker had passed away the night before.  She’d been living with a heart problem for years.  We hadn’t worked together for about 2 years, but kept in touch on and off. We coincidentally shared an interest in spirits, the after life and the great beyond.  She too had a gift.  Beth could see auras and possessed mediumship abilities.  We would have dreams the same night, where her’s would continue from the dream I had, or mine continue from her’s.  It was actually quite cool.  We’d learn later, these dreams turned out to be a warning of sorts of things to come. 

I had not seen her for nearly 2 years when I got word that she had passed away only hours before.  I sadly informed my daughter as she was fond of “Ms. Beth”, and Beth was very fond of her since she was in kindergarten.   That night, I was sitting with my daughter in her room.  The touch lamp on her night stand went off by itself. From the light of the tv I could see the silhouette of my daughter staring back at me in surprise with her mouth hanging open. (In the past we had extremely heavy activity in our house, I won’t get into it now, but it included 3 touch lamps in our house when activity would get heavy. However at this point it had been a good year or more since then.)   I told her to turn it back on.  She did.  30 seconds later it went off again.  My daughter got really nervous.  I told her “don’t worry, it’s ok. Turn it back on, I wonder if it’s Ms. Beth saying hello and she’s ok and she’s just getting our attention.”  It went off again.  This time I told her “wait, leave it.”  5-10 seconds it came back on dim.  We both smiled and I said I do think it’s her.   I said “Beth, if it’s you doing this with the light, do it again, only this time, tap it once or twice to make it brighter.  If you are NOT Beth, tap it 3 times to turn it off.”  About 15 seconds passed.  Then the room got heavy, like a pressure a slight vibration accompanied it, then a low humm buzz kind of noise kicked in, and the lamp went one brighter, then 3 seconds later the hum came again and the lamp went to the brightest setting.  There it stopped.  I told my daughter with much enthusiasm, “It IS Ms. Beth!  She’s ok!”  I then told Beth I was sorry for her family that she left that still needed her, but they know better then anyone that she would be around them.  I thank her for everything and thanked her for proving more proof that life goes on after our physical bodies pass.  I told her she’s welcome to come back and visit me any time.  I could feel her wisk off.   The lamp didn’t do anything else that night or for a few months.  Beth came back shortly after that to tell me how strange it really is attending your own funeral service, but that it’s kinda cool.  It hurts to see everyone you love in pain, but she enjoyed listening in on the things others had to say about her.  She seemed excited about being on the other end of mediumship.

Beth was able to communicate with us through a simple touch lamp, something easily manipulated though energies.  She knows, I have my own personal mortality fears, and felt it important I know she was still about.  I’m grateful she took the time to visit.  Fancy gadgets are cool, but not always necessary.  A simple, cheap touch lamp can alert you to a spirit visitor.

Spirits can orchestrate or manipulate situations to have an outcome for us that can make us take notice or open our eyes to an opportunity we may have otherwise missed or ignored. It’s all around us. You only need to recognize it.

Is Saint Nicholas real? What about Santa Clause? Over many years these two have been blurred together. Santa Clause is an idea. Dare I say, propaganda. St. Nicholas however, was an actual person who truly performed charitable deeds and was granted sainthood. He is still in existence as spirit just as we one day will. I use the word spirit as living entity. Not merely an ideal in one’s heart.

My daughter is a kindhearted, intelligent child. When she obtained a certain age she began questioning Santa Clause. I didn’t want to be untruthful, misinform, nor did I want to damage the enchantment of this supernatural entity. There is actually a truthful balance to this mystical being. He undeniably lived on this Earth; Yet continues to be present as a spirit entity. Spirits, guides, angels, all (with the help or approval of God) can orchestrate events or a simple moment which can lead us to where we should be or assist in what we need to accomplish. I explained to her St. Nicholas was indeed authentic, and gave a brief synopsis of his selfless achievement.

A seemingly simple, yet fantastic example of spirit orchestration was one of the impossible items my daughter had on her Christmas list. A Criss Angel doll. It didn’t exist. In wanting to preserve the enchantment, I set out on a quest that lead me to Magical Dolls almost effortlessly. Hmmmmm. Magical. I found it takes months to special order one of these amazingly realistic dolls. However upon contacting the Artist “something” inspired this wonderful, personable, caring woman to not only take on the job with only 2 weeks left on the clock, but to enhance the awe for a child by sending a handwritten note from “Elf Brigitte” on the most beautifully hand sketched angelic type fairy stationary. Something lead me to Magical Dolls. Something inspired Brigitte to go out of her way, take my daughter’s impossible wish and turn it into charming reality. Something. Something I give credit to not only her kind heart, but to spirit for leading me to her. Yes Sarah, there is a St. Nicholas. He lives in the hearts of everyone who helps others. He inspires them.

My daughter continues to question me each year. Her lists are always very short, but they began innocently containing at least one item she would dream up that didn’t exist. And thus began the series of “tests”. “It doesn’t exist, but SANTA can make it. Can’t he?” That item of course would be at the top of the list.

This past Christmas List, had something on it. Something ever so simple. Simple, yet completely out of human hands… Snow. She longed for oodles of snow at home. Enough to snowmobile on. She had taken and passed her safety class which would allow her to drive one, even though we had not had enough snow in years passed, nor enough money to take a trip. There was no choice but to place that request in the hands of God and his helpers. She wanted snow so badly even if it wasn’t enough to snowmobile on, she at least was hoping for a White Christmas instead of the muddy ones we’d been getting.

Miraculously, just before Christmas, we - were - dumped - on - with - snow! More then enough! Not only did she get her White Christmas, the snow stayed in tact and she was able to snowmobile. TWICE (so far). This was something money truly couldn’t buy.

A hope and a wish in one’s heart. A seemingly impossible mission, became exonerate reality. An unachievable event, materialized.

Faith, hope and dreams. Enchanted mysticism restored. Doubt erased. In her heart and in MINE.

Yes Sarah, there really IS a St. Nicholas. He can orchestrate events, just as other spirits can.

     If you haven’t taken time to smell the roses or laugh lately, try to recall a time when there may have even been no words, when you and your friend saw something or remembered something at the same time, and just busted out laughing so hard you laughed yourself hoarse?
How about a time before America’s Funnies Home Videos when you saw someone slip on the ice and go down kinda hard then he looked around to see if anyone was watching, and you tried so hard to not laugh at him, tears streamed down your face instead? Committed to your memory may be a time when you watched your baby roll over off her back to her belly the first time, or how proud you were when she took her first wobbly step. If recalling any of these simple memories can bring a smile to your face, you have “smelled a rose”.
     I haven’t been on line reading posts, blogging or surfing. My daughter was off for Christmas break, so I figured it best I just step away from the computer while she was home, so I could spend my time with her. I do believe it’s the first time in a very long time I took time to “smell the roses”.
     You ever laugh so hard, no sound comes out? The past couple weeks, we did. By the time the laughter sound came, tears were streaming. Time spent may not have been out and about Doing or Spending, but it was time spent. Definitely not time wasted. We both re learned how fun each other can be. Playing video and board games. Baking cookies from scratch. Talking. Joking.
     Puppies have a healing quality and joy effect all their own. Watching my daughter with the neighbor’s puppies, not only the amusement they bring, but witnessing and detailing in my mind the exchange of good, loving feelings of pure happiness between them brings me enjoyment too.

Smelling the roses. Ahhhh, they smell good.

WHY do bad things happen?

Is it to punish us for something we did? 

I believe there are two main reasons bad things happen.  One is to teach us a lesson we need to learn before returning to our creator.  The other is free will given to each soul on earth.

God does not “punish” us. Meaning, He doesn’t “get even” with us for something bad or mischievous we may have done. For instance, I had a mean thought pertaining to my mother today, so now I went and had a car accident.  I don’t believe it works quite like that.   Sometimes bad things happen because of free will, where someone else causes something destructive to happen directly related to a choice of action they made. Sometimes, a seemingly negative thing happens because, He is giving us the opportunity to learn what we need to learn. Just like a mom has to let her toddler learn to walk. That toddler will fall many times before being able to do it well on her own. But mom stands there with her arms near that toddler in case she falls, so the fall won’t hurt quite as much. But the fall has to happen, till you learn. Sometimes God has to let us fall down and scrape our knees to learn a lesson. But he is right there to pick us up when we need support.

Sometimes, you need to look deeper into how your prayer was answered.

If you pray for more patients, he will present to you an opportunity to BE patient.

I guess sometimes this is when one could say, be careful what you wish for.

You need to look past the bad not only for what you can learn, but ask what good actually came of it? 

An example of this is… One day I was at my wits end.  I was working to begin a new career, after coming from a mass layoff.  We were in financial turmoil having trouble paying even the smallest of bills and I was desperately trying to make our mortgage payments.  I was, staring at the bills sprawled out on the floor among the bill collection notices (from when my husband was in the hospital succumbing to an infection that spread throughout his body) none of these bills were credit card bills (we don’t use them). So there I was, staring at these bills that had been taunting us for a couple of years, wondering which ones I would sacrifice this month and not pay.  Tears began streaming. I collapsed to my knees begging for God to help us.  Relentlessly begging over and over for resolution to this crisis. 

I finally pulled myself together, and began the day like the rest of my days.  From having a cup of coffee to getting my 6 year old ready for kindergarten and driving her to school.  To my complete dismay, I returned home 15 minutes later to my house burning down!  Guess I don’t have to stare at THAT stack of bills anymore. (I did go partially in to rescue my daughter’s birthday puppy. Stupid, but I did. One cat made it, but the other perished .)  Lucky that my daughter, husband or myself weren’t in the house sleeping!  That’s when I realized how important family really is.  Love over any possession.   I always knew it.  But this was the first time I can recall of FEELING it.

So I learned

1: Don’t drive your kids to school in your pajamas (especially on a 10 F degree day)

2: Be careful what you wish for

3: Love & Family (along with God) above all else is most important. Material things mean nothing.

We developed a close bond as a family following that fire. A couple of years goes by, and that bond starts to drift.  I began wishing we could have that closeness again.  And wondering how I can re create that.  Wondering.  But not Doing.

Now, going through cancer, I’m learning, not only to appreciate my family, but to TELL them how much I appreciate them and love them.

Why do bad things happen?  Sometimes we ask for help and receive it in mysterious ways. But need to learn to recognize it.  Sometimes, we go through life with blinders on and the “bad thing” is a message from our own burning bush loud enough for us to hear, a wake up call to take notice of a lesson we need to learn.  Sometimes bad things happen to someone, for someone else to be affected by it and learn.

Through out this cancer ordeal, believe it or not, I have NEVER ONCE asked “WHY ME”. Instead, I’ve been praying my butt off that I, and anyone around me, is learning exactly what I (we) are supposed to be learning. (Perhaps in hopes that the cancer will be over and done and I won’t have to deal with it or worry about it ever again.)

Even though some people hate hearing it, there is a reason for nearly everything.

Written 3/1708 – updated 11/30/08

Shortly after I received what I feel to be a confirmation sign I asked for, I went to the grocery store.

I was feeling somewhat confident about my subtle sign, yet in my own little world & not feeling particularly pretty. I haven’t been out in public much since I started cancer treatments and lost my hair and my confidence has gone down. 

There was a man.  In the store.  I’d seen him before, but today he looked different.  A different air about him. His face seemed different.  Almost glowing.  I moved my cart in case I was in his way….He seemed almost angelic like. He approached a conversation by asking if he could complement me.  Taken off guard, I said “Ok, I’ll take a complement” waiting to hear what he would say about my undoubtedly messy wig (I am not brave enough to be ‘bald and beautiful’) or big ass because I really don’t consider myself a looker by any stretch of the imagination….  “You have beautiful eyes”.  I thanked him.  He said “you have REALLY beautiful eyes”  taken aback, not really knowing what to say to that a second time, I said “wow, thanks.  You should be around more often giving complements.”  And I immediately though, duh, that’s’ the best line I got? Then he asked if I was married.

All in the same one second while I answered Yes to the question if I was married, I had an apprehensive feeling.  Does he believe me that I’m married?  Because I was not wearing any jewelry or my wedding ring today (I take it off for radiation)  If he didn’t believe me, would he meet me in the parking lot, do unspeakable things before murdering me and stuffing me in a dumpster out back?  It’s really sad that people think this way.  But in this day and age, we hear daily of missing women and children, later found in horrible places, or never found at all.  I thought I’m using my credit card, at least they will have a way to trace where I was last and at what time.

He then said “tell your husband how truly lucky he is to have you.” (which has a special meaning to me considering the last couple conversations I’ve had with my husband).

Obviously I didn’t get stuffed into a dumpster, so I cling to my first initial feeling. 

I believe that man was inspired by something angelic, or his own beautiful inner spirit, to approach me and say something nice. 

It made my day.

How easy it is to say something nice to another.

It makes their day and costs us nothing.