Short Stories of the Ghostly Variety

4588ba0d39a926ea93ddff1592ba3041Since I haven’t found a specific topic in which I have felt inspired to write about in a while, I am going to share some everyday occurrences of mine. This is just some of the most resent stuff I have seen in my day to day life.

The stagecoach:

The morning before last I saw a spirit form that was incredibly large and sitting right in my way, covering the path I walk to work everyday. It took me by surprise because I just don’t see things of this magnitude in spirit form very often. As I observed, the form became clear and I immediately knew it was a stagecoach. It was parked in from of a house that was built about two hundred years ago, on a part of the grass that obviously looked like it used to be a gravel road at one time. Placed closely by was a signature stone that was once used for a step when climbing into carriages, obviously old and practically indecipherable from the surrounding landscape.

It was a surprise, and a lovely one at that, to see on my walk to work. It may seem random to you, but this type of randomness is pretty normal to me. I may not have expected the stagecoach form in itself, but haphazardly coming across an apparition like this is almost commonplace.

Pokemon Guy:

For as long as I can remember there has been a man, aged 19-29, that hangs out at an intersection near the entrance of my childhood neighborhood. I grew up in this neighborhood and I can tell you that the spirit has been there for at least 10 years. There is an electrical box at the north corner of the intersection which provides ample amount of electricity for a spirit to thrive on. Every. Single. Day. I see this dude. He wears an outfit in which the colors resemble Ash from Pokemon, so whenever I see him I immediately exclaim, “Dang it, Pokemon guy!” (and I aggressively shake my fist in the air for effect.) Not because he is particularly menacing or even threatening in any way, but mainly because his striking outfit attracts my eye from the road. It drives me nuts.

Star-crossed lover:

On one of the streets I walk through every morning there is a beautiful white house that faces directly across the street to another beautiful white house. The street is a lovely row of colonial houses that date back to the beginning of our nation. A man sits on the front steps of a house and stares across the street to another house. He is of European decent and seems to be sure of himself and charismatic. One day he asked me if  could see him, once I confirmed, he followed me for a little while trying to get my attention. Typical to spirits, as soon as I started asking questions, he backed off and went to sit on his front stoop again. What I got out of him was enough for me to paint a glimmer of his brief life. He once lived in the house he sits in front of, and he was head of heals in love with the girl across the street. There is a woman that lives there now that somewhat resembles the woman he once loved, so he feels drawn there. He passed away in a plane crash during World War II. Now he waits.

The teenager in the parking garage.

I once worked in this building that had a connected parking garage, it was super convenient to use. I worked there for about 6 years and it wasn’t until about the 5th year that I was visited by this teenage boy. He was standing in the middle of the top floor of the garage, plain as day, and I thought I was going to hit an actual person. I was feeling especially energetic that day and thought I would reach out to the young lad. Turns out he was watching over his mother. He would follow her to work every day and wait by her car to take her home afterwards. He told me that he had passed away suddenly about a year before and she wasn’t doing so well because of it. He was worried about her and asked me to keep an eye out for a lady that cries in her car. I never did see her the following year, but I always kept and eye out for a woman crying in her car. The young man and I chatted at least twice a week and made sure he was ok. Over time I started praying for him and his family, I wanted them to find peace and closure. I wanted his mother to find a reliable trustworthy person to guide her through her grief. I really hope that things got better for them.

The Black Stallion:

I spend a lot of time commuting and I see a lot of interesting things on my travels. One day I was driving through a rural neighborhood where the homes sat on at least 5 acres of land. As I passed a house I glanced up and caught the site of a huge black stallion standing on its hind legs on the front lawn of a large house. Animals are completely normal for me to see, but huge black stallions? Nope. I have researched this sighting for months now and I cannot figure out what it means.

The only thing I have found is a reference to Black Horses as your totems on a website called Spirit Animal Totems, which states, “The Black Horse is both death defying and Death seeking. In other words it is symbolic of death and rebirth. It signifies the closing of one door and the opening of a new door. It can also signify the need for you to take a leap of faith and trust what you are being guided to do even if you can’t see the reason or the result. Go blindly forth and believe.” I totally see that this is amazing advice, but I still have no clue about the connection this has in my life. Maybe I am being too critical, but I have the hardest time seeing the symbolism and relating it to me.

That is one thing no one every mentions when they are a psychic, you can’t read yourself. It is a rare thing to see something distinct and undeniably clear, especially when it comes to looking inward from the outside of your life. I can listen to a stranger for an hour and understand what is important and what makes them tick, but for the life of me I cannot do so for myself. It is maddening.

I will just leave you with this lovely statement in regards to this post. Welcome! To the wild and crazy world of psychics and the never ending puzzle that is their life! Every day I try to decipher riddles and ominous symbols in order to help people and spirits in need. Sometimes a girl just wants a spirit to walk up to her and say, “Hey man, uhm, watch out you dropped your keys right there. Thought I would look out for you. See ya.” Wouldn’t that be lovely?

Go with light and love.

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