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My First Ghost

Journeled January 22, 2006
 
Darlene had been feeling a negative energy in the house she’d just rented and had called Susan to see what could be done. Susan invited me along. I wasn’t sure what to expect. When we entered I saw a shadow skirt along the wall and as we went upstairs I felt a heaviness or pressure in my head. I followed this feeling into Darlene’s son’s room. I felt a very negative energy, a gray hovering, as I sat on the floor, as did Susan. I closed my eyes, sensing a man’s energy layered with much sadness and sorrow. He’d been mean during his life, especially to his son. His spirit was still trying to find the boy even after too many years, to explain how very sorry he was. So much unfinished business. So much guilt and regrets. He had died quickly from a stroke, or aneurysm, and didn’t feel worthy enough to cross into Heaven. In life he had done his best to make sure his son’s life was as miserable and abusive as his own had been.
His sorrow and pain spread out to fill me until I found it hard to breathe and Susan had to remind to take a breath. We breathed for a while using the Buddhist practice of Ton glen, bringing the negative feelings inside, accepting, then transforming them with love and light and releasing them back into the atmosphere as positive loving energy. And in my mind I told this poor man, who’s name I thought was Gareth, to please cross over. God loved him and he was worthy and welcome in Heaven. And only when he crossed would he understand why he had written this pain in his chart, what lessons he had been here to learn.
A beautiful and warm purple color, an energy actually, because it pulsed with life, surrounded Gareth and filled him with deep love and compassion, welcoming his spirit home. His wife was waiting, as was his son.
I cried. It was an awesome and profound experience. I was honored to help.

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