I abruptly woke up and sat straight up in bed. It was obvious that it was in the middle of the night. I tried to focus my eyes as I looked at the clock near my side of the bed, it read, 3:00 a.m. I said in a low whisper, "Oh my, what an ungodly hour to be awake." The reason I woke up so abruptly I did not know, nor was I certain that I wanted to know; perhaps it was merely a dream. I slowly placed my feet upon the cold wood floor and slipped my toes into my slippers. I walked slowly through the living making my way through the darkness into the kitchen. With each step, you could hear the wooden floorboards creak, causing my walk to the kitchen to seem haunted somehow. It was clear to me that this was going to be a long night. I could feel a presence I could not explain; somehow, I knew I was not alone in the kitchen. I could feel in the darkness that a pair of eyes was watching my every move. It was like facing anger that I could not see. I could feel the angered waves of intensity from the air all around me. It was beginning to paralyze me. I could never remember ever being this afraid. It was something unseen but definitely felt. I have had ghostly spirits around me most of my life, so why was this one making so fearful? I did not know. It was if this spirit’s bitterness of the living grew filling the atmosphere, it was almost overwhelming. This spirit seemed to have a controlling anger that touched everything. He was not the only one there.There was another. Her name was Olivia, she was a kind soul that was oppressed by this other spirit, who later I found out was her husband and that when they lived he controlled her every move and every thought and nothing happened without his permission. I began to have visions about her, just glimpses of events. She lived in the 1930’s and they owned and built this house. She was dressed in what seem to be 1930 clothing and her light brown hair was pulled back neatly in a bun on top of her head. Her face was soft, but worn. Her eyes were very tired and showed the stress of her oppression, they seemed sad somehow.My partner in life, my soul mate, Laura, and I have been together now over ten years. We fit perfectly together. She is my best friend, my lover, my mate. We had a love that would breathe into infinity. A rare love that was not often found. A true found treasure that each day, I am constantly grateful for. Simply put, I adored her, I loved everything about her, and when we were together, I was completed. Oliva seemed to like Laura and me and we could have lived in harmony with her without any problems, but this other spirit made everything difficult. This particular night, Laura was in a deep sleep. I could hear the echoes of Laura are every breath, as she slept. Peace reigned all around her. I loved to watch her sleep. She always looked like a sweet piece of heaven when she rested. There in the kitchen, I stood motionless, and then I slowly opened the refrigerator as it surrendered a loud squeak. I reached in to get a cold drink of diet Coke. It was then, I noticed that it felt as if someone was standing behind me, carefully watching me. Quickly, I turned to see who was there. No one was there. "That is very odd," I said out loud, "I was sure someone . . Oh well, I am just being silly." I closed the refrigerator door. It was then, as if I could feel someone breathing on my neck and yet I could see no one there. Perhaps Laura had gotten up, for she walks so quietly and much of the time, I cannot hear her steps. After I shut the refrigerator door, I made a dash back to the bedroom where my dear Laura was in a deep sleep. "It wasn’t Laura," I thought," she was asleep." It was a puzzle, I rationalized that it was an old house built in 1936 and was probably just old house noises. "Yes, that was it." I thought. Yet, somehow, I knew that I had just witnessed something more than old house noises. How could I explain it? I quietly slipped back under the covers and snuggled next to Laura as I began trying to reason out the events that just took place. "Let’s see," I thought, "it could not have been our dog, Mariah. I looked in the living room and saw Mariah curled up in my easy chair. All members of our house were accounted for and peacefully asleep. That is except for me, I was wide-awake." Questions began to ring a tormenting tone within my mind, "What could have this been? What was the invisible essence I felt?" My heart began to beat so fiercely that my chest ached. I became so motionless from the fear that suddenly came over my entire being. I began to notice each noise that this historical home had to offer. Normal noises seemed to haunt me. Even the air seemed to cause my mind to soar with all sorts of thoughts. I tightly closed my eyes, as I prayed for sleep to return and save me from all this fear. "I would try to reason it out in the morning," I thought as I finally yielded myself back into my sleeping dreams. Most people do not choose to conceive the spirit world or its many dimensions of reality. You see, as children grow and mature into adulthood, they often lose their shine of connection with the spirit world. As we grow older and obtain the mind’s sense of logic, it is then that the young minded belief that "anything is possible" which children seem to embrace so willfully with great joy, seems to vanish as they grow into adulthood, their unlimited minds and imagination eventually and slowly seems to fade away mixed with many rules and policies on how the world works. We become infected with severe logic. Endless possibilities no longer are within our grasp. I have always felt that I was different from other people as far back as my memory can take me. It was always there, I knew it, and others treated me when I was young, like I didn’t quite fit. They found me pleasant and interesting, but someone that just was off the beaten path. I have always seen and heard things that other people either would not or could not embrace. When the spirit world breathes upon me, time freezes for a moment and almost feels as if all that is around me moves in slow motion. I hear the haunted whispers of those who once lived. I have always felt a hundred eyes upon me, no matter where I am. At times that alone can make your life stressful, that is until I truly understood it. I do not recall a time where spirits did not gather around me.From my early years, I would have visions. This is what most call second sight. By the time I reached my 10th birthday, seeing a vision or feeling an emotion as others feel was to me quite normal. I wondered what true silence would be like. Would I hate it, would I love it, how would it feel? Many times that line of questions would enter into my mind. My parents, of course, refused see my gifts, because that was so different from other children. They merely would shake their heads and comment on my big imagination. I did have a great deal of imagination and an abundance of creativity. However, these visions were not a product of my imagination alone; there were many reasons for the visions that ignited in front of me. Perhaps, they were memories from another life, perhaps they were the lives of the spirits I felt all around me. Yes, there were many possibilities. One thing was abundantly clear; I was connecting to the spirit world and could walk between their worlds of existence. Because of this, I have always felt as if I was an alien to this world and I have embraced the fact that I walk among strangers. In addition, I found out when I was very young, I had a gift communicating with animals. I seem to be so connected with them that we shared thoughts. The gift of animal communication became more evident as the years passed and I learned later that this gift was called Telepathy. Still today, with each day that passes, I reach to the skies for new discoveries that I might embrace. As a stranger to this world, I have had so many experiences that I decided to write them down and perhaps there are other strangers out there who feel alone and need someone, anyone to reach out to them. It was from all of this that my story was born. After we sold the house and moved because of our financial situation, we instantly found an apartment to move to. It was an older condominium that was in good condition and had plenty of room. For the first time that I walked through looking at the many rooms, I noticed that this place had good energy and was free from the spirit world. I took in a big sign of relief. I thought, "Well, this place is where we need to live." Several weeks later, we called a moving company and they moved our belongings to this apartment, we paid the rent for one year. This would be good for then we could see if this place was the place for us to be. It is said, "nothing ventured, nothing gained" words I have lived by. I have also been a night person. Before my spine surgeries and being disabled, I would when I had the opportunity, work third shift, I figured if I couldn’t sleep, I might as well get paid for it. The house sold in one-half of a day. In one day we had seven offers to be considered, we were amazed, and we got much more than we thought would be possible. I knew for certain, we had done the right thing. When we left, we invited Olivia to visit us in our new place anytime with the understanding that it would only be her. What I didn’t realize that the spirit connections of our historical house, was merely a beginning in finding our path of destiny that was much to come. Moving would not move us away from such spiritual activity. We loved our new apartment. We had a tough time convincing our dog, King Jazz, we lived here now. However, several months went by and he began to settle in. Our cat, Princess Hope, loved the new place, for there were many closets and places for a cat to hide. In the hallway, there was a walk-in closet so we turned it into a place for Hope. She loved it. It was several months later that as we were sleeping, I was awakened by loud voices shouting, "We are here! Hurry! We are waiting!" I jumped up, still half asleep, and ran into the hallway to see what or who was shouting, Jazz my dog was close by my side, an expression on his bewildered face was one of urgency. There in the hallway stood a group of transparent figures that filled its entire space. There were at least ten spirits that were waiting for us to wake up and help them. I said to them, "what? Who are you???" They told me they need my help that they were lost and I could guide them to where they were supposed to go. Half awake, rubbing my eyes, I said; "now wait, I am supposed to help you?" I would if I knew how, yes of course I would. We just moved here several months ago, so if you could let me get a little sleep, perhaps together we can find your way home." Seeing them there was not a strange occurrence for me. For even as a child, I had seen spirits all around me and for me it was normal. I was just too worn out to even think. Therefore, it was then they turned and faded away. Most places I lived, I found there to be what I refer to as, "The Residents." Often I had to face the inconvenience of little objects mixing. Especially with one spirit in particular, for he loved gadgets and would often borrow things, which is a nice way to say he took things without our permission. There were several things that were never returned. However, most of them would return, when I politely would ask them to be returned and would explain of their importance to our lives. Our cordless phone, cell phones, calculators, anything that you would consider a gadget. This particular ghost was fascinated by them. I knew I had to set some boundaries down for us all to be able to exist here together if we were to live together without total chaos. It was clear in our four-legged children, Jazz (our Siberian Husky/German Shepherd mix), and our cat, Princess Hope I began to have visions of Laura carrying hope and another beautiful cat. Over and over, this same vision would come; I would see Laura walking in the bedroom carrying both of them. I wondered who this other cat was and was she going to be in our family? Is that why I kept seeing her? Sometime later, I was in a pet store getting supplies and there I saw her, beyond a glass window. That was the cat in my vision. She was just a kitten, but somehow I knew it was here. About a week later, I went back to get her and adopted her. Later, I found out she was only 4 weeks old. We named her Lady Precious. Princess Hope was happy to have a friend to play with and loved her right away. She and Jazz took some time, he viewed her as a pest, but he tolerated her presence.As Lady Precious grew older and bigger, I noticed that there were times that Lady Precious rubbed against what appears to be the air. What she knows is happening, is she is rubbing against a spirit that she could feel close to or that attracts her attention. My yoga instructor said, there is a woman spirit here, who adores cat, and especially likes Lady Precious. It seemed to make sense. It did appear that I would hear things mostly when I was the only one awake or I was the only one listening. The specialists and doctors told me that I have a moderate to severe hearing loss, and that I am legally deaf and in desperate need of a hearing aide. We couldn’t afford one, so until we could, I wore sound amplifiers. It helped but it wasn’t as if I could hear, however, I learned quickly how to read lips. I still could hear the smallest sound in the spirit world that never did go silent. It was as if my soul absorbed their sounds instead of my physical ears. Actually, I could not honestly tell the difference between the two. I have wondered at times if my deafness came about from listening too much to those things no one else could hear; perhaps too much I connected with their presence and just quit listening to the physical world. Who knows for sure, I might never know. I could just walk up to some doctor and tell him these facts; they would lock me up and throw away the key forever! Yet it was true, I heard by their presence and my connection with them.
As time passed, I would learn much more, about whom I was and where my life would grow and go. Here it is and I am 50 + years old, and I feel as if my life is just beginning. I welcomed and embraced new discoveries as they came to me. To me, every moment, every hour of every day, life was an adventure, oh yes life is an adventure indeed!
I abruptly woke up and sat straight up in bed. It was obvious that it was in the middle of the night. I tried to focus my eyes as I looked at the clock near my side of the bed, it read, 3:00 a.m. I said in a low whisper, "Oh my, what an ungodly hour to be awake." The reason I woke up so abruptly I did not know, nor was I certain that I wanted to know; perhaps it was merely a dream. I slowly placed my feet upon the cold wood floor and slipped my toes into my slippers. I walked slowly through the living making my way through the darkness into the kitchen. With each step, you could hear the wooden floorboards creak, causing my walk to the kitchen to seem haunted somehow. It was clear to me that this was going to be a long night. I could feel a presence I could not explain; somehow, I knew I was not alone in the kitchen. I could feel in the darkness that a pair of eyes was watching my every move. It was like facing anger that I could not see. I could feel the angered waves of intensity from the air all around me. It was beginning to paralyze me. I could never remember ever being this afraid. It was something unseen but definitely felt. I have had ghostly spirits around me most of my life, so why was this one making so fearful? I did not know. It was if this spirit’s bitterness of the living grew filling the atmosphere, it was almost overwhelming. This spirit seemed to have a controlling anger that touched everything. He was not the only one there.There was another. Her name was Olivia, she was a kind soul that was oppressed by this other spirit, who later I found out was her husband and that when they lived he controlled her every move and every thought and nothing happened without his permission. I began to have visions about her, just glimpses of events. She lived in the 1930’s and they owned and built this house. She was dressed in what seem to be 1930 clothing and her light brown hair was pulled back neatly in a bun on top of her head. Her face was soft, but worn. Her eyes were very tired and showed the stress of her oppression, they seemed sad somehow.My partner in life, my soul mate, Laura, and I have been together now over ten years. We fit perfectly together. She is my best friend, my lover, my mate. We had a love that would breathe into infinity. A rare love that was not often found. A true found treasure that each day, I am constantly grateful for. Simply put, I adored her, I loved everything about her, and when we were together, I was completed. Oliva seemed to like Laura and me and we could have lived in harmony with her without any problems, but this other spirit made everything difficult. This particular night, Laura was in a deep sleep. I could hear the echoes of Laura are every breath, as she slept. Peace reigned all around her. I loved to watch her sleep. She always looked like a sweet piece of heaven when she rested. There in the kitchen, I stood motionless, and then I slowly opened the refrigerator as it surrendered a loud squeak. I reached in to get a cold drink of diet Coke. It was then, I noticed that it felt as if someone was standing behind me, carefully watching me. Quickly, I turned to see who was there. No one was there. "That is very odd," I said out loud, "I was sure someone . . Oh well, I am just being silly." I closed the refrigerator door. It was then, as if I could feel someone breathing on my neck and yet I could see no one there. Perhaps Laura had gotten up, for she walks so quietly and much of the time, I cannot hear her steps. After I shut the refrigerator door, I made a dash back to the bedroom where my dear Laura was in a deep sleep. "It wasn’t Laura," I thought," she was asleep." It was a puzzle, I rationalized that it was an old house built in 1936 and was probably just old house noises. "Yes, that was it." I thought. Yet, somehow, I knew that I had just witnessed something more than old house noises. How could I explain it? I quietly slipped back under the covers and snuggled next to Laura as I began trying to reason out the events that just took place. "Let’s see," I thought, "it could not have been our dog, Mariah. I looked in the living room and saw Mariah curled up in my easy chair. All members of our house were accounted for and peacefully asleep. That is except for me, I was wide-awake." Questions began to ring a tormenting tone within my mind, "What could have this been? What was the invisible essence I felt?" My heart began to beat so fiercely that my chest ached. I became so motionless from the fear that suddenly came over my entire being. I began to notice each noise that this historical home had to offer. Normal noises seemed to haunt me. Even the air seemed to cause my mind to soar with all sorts of thoughts. I tightly closed my eyes, as I prayed for sleep to return and save me from all this fear. "I would try to reason it out in the morning," I thought as I finally yielded myself back into my sleeping dreams. Most people do not choose to conceive the spirit world or its many dimensions of reality. You see, as children grow and mature into adulthood, they often lose their shine of connection with the spirit world. As we grow older and obtain the mind’s sense of logic, it is then that the young minded belief that "anything is possible" which children seem to embrace so willfully with great joy, seems to vanish as they grow into adulthood, their unlimited minds and imagination eventually and slowly seems to fade away mixed with many rules and policies on how the world works. We become infected with severe logic. Endless possibilities no longer are within our grasp. I have always felt that I was different from other people as far back as my memory can take me. It was always there, I knew it, and others treated me when I was young, like I didn’t quite fit. They found me pleasant and interesting, but someone that just was off the beaten path. I have always seen and heard things that other people either would not or could not embrace. When the spirit world breathes upon me, time freezes for a moment and almost feels as if all that is around me moves in slow motion. I hear the haunted whispers of those who once lived. I have always felt a hundred eyes upon me, no matter where I am. At times that alone can make your life stressful, that is until I truly understood it. I do not recall a time where spirits did not gather around me.From my early years, I would have visions. This is what most call second sight. By the time I reached my 10th birthday, seeing a vision or feeling an emotion as others feel was to me quite normal. I wondered what true silence would be like. Would I hate it, would I love it, how would it feel? Many times that line of questions would enter into my mind. My parents, of course, refused see my gifts, because that was so different from other children. They merely would shake their heads and comment on my big imagination. I did have a great deal of imagination and an abundance of creativity. However, these visions were not a product of my imagination alone; there were many reasons for the visions that ignited in front of me. Perhaps, they were memories from another life, perhaps they were the lives of the spirits I felt all around me. Yes, there were many possibilities. One thing was abundantly clear; I was connecting to the spirit world and could walk between their worlds of existence. Because of this, I have always felt as if I was an alien to this world and I have embraced the fact that I walk among strangers. In addition, I found out when I was very young, I had a gift communicating with animals. I seem to be so connected with them that we shared thoughts. The gift of animal communication became more evident as the years passed and I learned later that this gift was called Telepathy. Still today, with each day that passes, I reach to the skies for new discoveries that I might embrace. As a stranger to this world, I have had so many experiences that I decided to write them down and perhaps there are other strangers out there who feel alone and need someone, anyone to reach out to them. It was from all of this that my story was born. After we sold the house and moved because of our financial situation, we instantly found an apartment to move to. It was an older condominium that was in good condition and had plenty of room. For the first time that I walked through looking at the many rooms, I noticed that this place had good energy and was free from the spirit world. I took in a big sign of relief. I thought, "Well, this place is where we need to live." Several weeks later, we called a moving company and they moved our belongings to this apartment, we paid the rent for one year. This would be good for then we could see if this place was the place for us to be. It is said, "nothing ventured, nothing gained" words I have lived by. I have also been a night person. Before my spine surgeries and being disabled, I would when I had the opportunity, work third shift, I figured if I couldn’t sleep, I might as well get paid for it. The house sold in one-half of a day. In one day we had seven offers to be considered, we were amazed, and we got much more than we thought would be possible. I knew for certain, we had done the right thing. When we left, we invited Olivia to visit us in our new place anytime with the understanding that it would only be her. What I didn’t realize that the spirit connections of our historical house, was merely a beginning in finding our path of destiny that was much to come. Moving would not move us away from such spiritual activity. We loved our new apartment. We had a tough time convincing our dog, King Jazz, we lived here now. However, several months went by and he began to settle in. Our cat, Princess Hope, loved the new place, for there were many closets and places for a cat to hide. In the hallway, there was a walk-in closet so we turned it into a place for Hope. She loved it. It was several months later that as we were sleeping, I was awakened by loud voices shouting, "We are here! Hurry! We are waiting!" I jumped up, still half asleep, and ran into the hallway to see what or who was shouting, Jazz my dog was close by my side, an expression on his bewildered face was one of urgency. There in the hallway stood a group of transparent figures that filled its entire space. There were at least ten spirits that were waiting for us to wake up and help them. I said to them, "what? Who are you???" They told me they need my help that they were lost and I could guide them to where they were supposed to go. Half awake, rubbing my eyes, I said; "now wait, I am supposed to help you?" I would if I knew how, yes of course I would. We just moved here several months ago, so if you could let me get a little sleep, perhaps together we can find your way home." Seeing them there was not a strange occurrence for me. For even as a child, I had seen spirits all around me and for me it was normal. I was just too worn out to even think. Therefore, it was then they turned and faded away. Most places I lived, I found there to be what I refer to as, "The Residents." Often I had to face the inconvenience of little objects mixing. Especially with one spirit in particular, for he loved gadgets and would often borrow things, which is a nice way to say he took things without our permission. There were several things that were never returned. However, most of them would return, when I politely would ask them to be returned and would explain of their importance to our lives. Our cordless phone, cell phones, calculators, anything that you would consider a gadget. This particular ghost was fascinated by them. I knew I had to set some boundaries down for us all to be able to exist here together if we were to live together without total chaos. It was clear in our four-legged children, Jazz (our Siberian Husky/German Shepherd mix), and our cat, Princess Hope I began to have visions of Laura carrying hope and another beautiful cat. Over and over, this same vision would come; I would see Laura walking in the bedroom carrying both of them. I wondered who this other cat was and was she going to be in our family? Is that why I kept seeing her? Sometime later, I was in a pet store getting supplies and there I saw her, beyond a glass window. That was the cat in my vision. She was just a kitten, but somehow I knew it was here. About a week later, I went back to get her and adopted her. Later, I found out she was only 4 weeks old. We named her Lady Precious. Princess Hope was happy to have a friend to play with and loved her right away. She and Jazz took some time, he viewed her as a pest, but he tolerated her presence.As Lady Precious grew older and bigger, I noticed that there were times that Lady Precious rubbed against what appears to be the air. What she knows is happening, is she is rubbing against a spirit that she could feel close to or that attracts her attention. My yoga instructor said, there is a woman spirit here, who adores cat, and especially likes Lady Precious. It seemed to make sense. It did appear that I would hear things mostly when I was the only one awake or I was the only one listening. The specialists and doctors told me that I have a moderate to severe hearing loss, and that I am legally deaf and in desperate need of a hearing aide. We couldn’t afford one, so until we could, I wore sound amplifiers. It helped but it wasn’t as if I could hear, however, I learned quickly how to read lips. I still could hear the smallest sound in the spirit world that never did go silent. It was as if my soul absorbed their sounds instead of my physical ears. Actually, I could not honestly tell the difference between the two. I have wondered at times if my deafness came about from listening too much to those things no one else could hear; perhaps too much I connected with their presence and just quit listening to the physical world. Who knows for sure, I might never know. I could just walk up to some doctor and tell him these facts; they would lock me up and throw away the key forever! Yet it was true, I heard by their presence and my connection with them. 
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