They Say “Write What You Know…”

I’ve never been sure about blogging.  There’s something about it that is just so random to my sensibilities, though I think I get the overall idea.  Write about anything and everything of interest and see who bites!  But I’ve been a writer (struggling) long enough to know that whatever you write, if there’s no passion there are no readers.  So, I’m about to dismantle my other blog on here since it has no specific theme and go for the gold with something that- to me- is interesting while also commonplace.  Among other things, a writer I may well be.  I’m also psychic and learning more about this odd facet of “me” all the time.

So, is Casper really in the corner?  No, not exactly.  At least, it’s not Casper.  I’ve encountered a few regulars as far as spirits are concerned.  Interestingly, in my experience most of them just want to talk and some of them come in to help in times of trouble.  Lemme list the regulars here since they’ll be playing a part (I’m sure) in a lot of the posts I throw on here.

There’s the first spirit I am conciously aware of interacting with beginning somewhere between ten and eleven.  I never met my grandfather, Howard, in life.  He died almost exactly a month before I was born.  But the first time I spoke to him was in a dream that was followed by three more of the same- simple conversations that could have been, to my young mind, wishful thinking.  That’s always the way it goes.  We’re programmed to not believe that anyone can actually converse actively with “dead people” but as I continued my dialogue with my grandfather there were a few things that I couldn’t deny: (a) he was helping me in strange ways, (b) I could- and can- clearly see him, and (c) he was telling me things that were actually relevant, things that actually happened.  I knew he was the real deal when he appeared to me one night to tell me that my aunt, who had been battling back and forth with cancer for months, was going to pass that night.  The next morning I found out the sad but not unexpected news.  I’ve always wondered how I could have known it was that night out of all the many that she suffered, and I believe it was my grandfather simply relaying information.  He figures most prominently because, out of the spirits that I call my friends, he has been around the longest. 

Then there’s Andrew.  To call him a “ghost” would be inaccurate since that’s not really what he is.  What he considers himself is a spirit, different in the fact that he has never actually lived a physical existence.  He has a very clear personality and I pal around a lot with him because he’s good natured and has a sense of humor as well.  Generally, if I have a problem I turn to Andrew for the answer.  He never steers me wrong. 

Isabel’s an interesting one and says that she’s attracted to my “light”.  She’s a young girl in terms of how she prefers to appear to me, but she lived to a ripe-old age.  The image she takes with me is the one that she is most fond of- as a young girl she had a pink dress that she loved and it’s her preference to show up in that attire as the little girl she was so long ago with shoulder length dark hair and a ribbon (pink, of course).  I think she’s just looking for companionship.  She has no real interest in going away just yet, and I enjoy her too much to ask her to or urge her in that direction.  She has as much free will as I do and she’s spunky.

The last of my friends is Lisha (LY-shah).  I don’t know how to explain Lisha except to say that she is beautiful, has very chiseled features and long dark hair that is tied behind her head loosely.  Of all of the spirits that I have consistent contact with, I value the rapport I have with Lisha the most because we are kindreds.  She, I believe, has come in more recently to help me move forward in my spiritual progress because I am “ready” to do that.  She lived in Asia many, many moons ago and has chosen not to incarnate again just yet.  She has no true love of the physical but enjoys her life now much more and wishes to teach what she has learned before she returns to complete her own learning.

I’m introducing them because they play such an important part in my every day life I know that they will inevitably play a sizeable part in what I write here as well and I’d like you all to be familiar with them.  As for me, am I crazy?  I’ve gone back and forth on that, really.  I don’t think I am, not that I would know it if I was.  But I’ve been helped in so many ways by these guys that I can hardly think of it as a negative or functional thing.  What I believe is that they are real, and I believe it because I have experienced the ways in which this is so.  They’re a valuable part of my life.  Maybe they can help you, too.  That’s the main purpose for this blog.

To clarify a point here: am I a medium?  I have never served as a medium.  I read Tarot cards, I’m a Numerologist, I use the pendulum, and I receive messages from my “spirits”, but I do not consider myself a medium chiefly because these spirits don’t come from the auras or energies of those around me but seem to come- of their own volition- into my auric field for the purpose of assisting, giving messages, or as simple companions.  They are- to tout an oft-used phrase- “my guides”.  So, I don’t consider myself a medium.  Could be wrong, though.  It does happen on occasion. 

I hope to post frequently, and I don’t guarantee consistency in anything other than the basics: I want to blog about what I’m passionate.  My passion happens to be my “intuitive life” and there’s a lot to talk about there.  I hope you enjoy it.  I hope you learn something. 

Blessings.