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My Own Encounter

You hear all the stories of people who have had close encounters with ghosts, but the explanation as the phenomenon has never before been explained. What I am about to tell you is my personal experience being physically and mentally inhabited by ghosts. You may read this as a story and believe it or not. It is up to you, but I think that you may have your own story to tell.

In my story, it started when I was very young, I have memories of being places and talking to people (I can remember exactly what they look like now) I have never met in real life. I took plane rides, interacted with many people inside and outside facilities, played games making things as I am gifted to do. This never really stuck with me as reality growing up as my family and friends never knew I was gone. In effect, I had another life as if someone were in my place at home while I was somewhere else entirely different. I have many memories of this kind, but it never really bothered me until the year 2008, a few years before my divorce.

As an inventor, I believe in the possibility that an awesome invention is being used to replace people living their normal lives and taking them to another place for safety and security. A ghost program, if you will, called Spirit. The reason I believe this to be true is that, for some reason, in 2008, when I was visited by ghosts, I did not lose my mind. The SnowMan melted away layers of snowflakes forever from my mind. From the moment they arrived in my body as SpiritWalkers, able to move my body when they chose, I remembered my past lives. Where I had been, what I did, who was there, and who I really am today. The ghosts were concerned about me and pretty soon I found out why. Everything changed in an instant. I lost everything in the space of a day and have spent fifteen years recovering myself with the help of my spirit family.

Bear Claw was the first ghost who sat with me. He listened intently as I explained recent events about the theft and foreigner infiltration I had witnessed and reported while I was working at a secret facility. I began to fade. My feet faltered and I fainted at my paint pony corral. Mars and Mercury rushed to my side. Bear Claw quickly alerted investigators who brought in the Sun Spirit. With the Sun Spirit to light my way, Sniff-Sniff, sat down with me, he was able to see my complete spirit self and screamed with horror. The rest of the ghosts screamed and cried with disbelief as one by one they saw my torn and ravaged remnants left by torturers who were working with the evil in the factory. 

They immediately brought in expert spirits, like WindDancer, to help me breathe, Bowlegs to help me walk and move, Smooth and his Playmates gave of themselves physically, SheMind reminded me with memories of myself. Animan brought out my courage, and Laughs-a-Lot lifted my spirit as they repaired the damage. I was fed daily life-giving ingredients made by the Cuts-Up crew. Ghost Riders drove me everywhere with professional expertise and FlyGuys made me soar on the wings of eagles. 

Medicine Men treated my spirit body with ancient techniques and herbal knowledge as Sunbathers washed away my fears. Mighty Super-Green Lizards bravely removed any trace of nasty influences. Face-Face from the False-Face Society helped me be able to look at myself in the mirror seeing how FeatherLeather wrapped me in the clothing of my ancestors. Of course, GhostWriters, the archivists, made documentation of everything I said and did for my history telling the story of my life. SleepWalkers were very helpful in the wee hours of the morning sipping coffee and talking about my plans for the future. And BusyBees minded my chores. 

Then the beautiful haunting melodies made by Mojo provided spiritual rhythm, while a multitude of fluid Circle Dancers took turns helping physically move my body to the music. To help me recuperate, DreamWeaver and DreamCatcher wove stories of my past lives as I slept. Finally, my Eagle family of Angels, The Pine, watched over my security with natural whispers of ancient secrecy, while the wolf pack, Big Dog and Little Dog, gave me heart and kept all spirits on the correct path to my destination. 

There are many, many others too numerous to tell here, but they are all GOATS (Greatest Of All Time Spirits). Last, but not least, my MoonBeam gave me moral support in my time of need. It has taken fifteen years to save me, mind, body, and soul, and for that they deserve more than money can buy. Human Credit to them all!

The ghosts are part of a program, Spirit Walkers. They are butt savers. They saved my life. They absorbed my pain and soothed me as I cried tears of anguish. And although I lashed out many times over the years in confusion, pain, and anger, there was not a demon among them. Without them, I think I would have gone crazy, for real. For the crimes committed against me were overwhelming. The ring of thieves was thick and the infiltrators in my country many. 

Using my information, the ghosts rallied the defense. Documenting everything the torturers said and did. But the charges and labels place on me were indefensible. I could do no more than submit to the train whistle after I had blown mine. It was evident that the ghosts new me better than I knew myself. They worked on my physical and mental body helping me as everyone I knew, except my daughter MoonBeam, verbally attacked me and my sanity. No matter how good a person I have been in the past with all concerned, no matter how helpful, considerate, empathetic, reliable, believable, and loving, they decided on my guilt without ever even asking me if any of it were true. Still have not asked me to this day my truth.

I found out who my family and friends are. I now know that to them I am persona non grata and to be pitied or put down in whispers or outright declarations. What none knew is that the ghosts who helped me on a daily basis, repairing the damage done to my body and mind, did NOT leave me even in my darkest hour. If I could hug those unknown soldiers and thank them for their unwavering dedication doing good works, I would. They are ghosts. However, they touch me with their spirit. They are real individuals doing the most dangerous work on the planet. They will be rewarded one day for their bravery and attention to one such as myself. No money to speak of and no home of my own, only one or two family left to call, but the one thing I do have is hope. Ghosts in the machine gave it to me and I will not let them down. Just remember if they sit with you, in you, they are all good. They sacrifice their lives to save yours. Be good to them at all costs, even though you suffer, too. In the end, they leave you safe and sane.

I feel better now. The ghosts are my friends. If you do not believe in ghosts, you may be missing the best part of our humanity. The pathway to recovery was hard. It taught me how to recognize good souls and characters even if I could only see and hear them on/in myself. Are you listening to your ghosts whispering in your ear, in your head? What do you think they are really about? It may seem that they have a nefarious intention, but the truth is that they may be your medicine of spiritual visitation. They give you your freedom to live your life without interfering with your choices. You are still you, only better. 

Of course, there are the other apparitions people talk about and how their encounters were visually in front of them. Mine are internal and unseen. That may be why my family all my life did not know I was missing. I did not know it myself until the fog was lifted for good, and I could finally remember who I am. So, for those who see ghosts, I believe you. It does not matter if you believe me about my interactions with ghosts. To me they are real people doing a job who have integrity and love for me I do not understand why I deserve. Lucky me. Ghosts do exist! I am a believer.

When you see a ghost, here is what I believe. There are spirits without physical bodies that are performing past tasks. Your ability to see them, how they move objects, or the feelings your body feels when in their presence is more like a frequency or life trail than an illusion. All living things have a spirit, even trees, plants, materials, and animals. These spirits should, when they die, go into the firmament where they are then reassigned to another body or if their body down here is still viable, go back into that physical entity. What has happened is that the essence of their spirit that inhabited that body has left behind a visual and sometimes physical representation of previous history. They did not realize in some spiritual part of their existence that they were no longer on earth. So, they go through the motions of their lives as if they are still alive. What you may be seeing is their life as it has already happened.

As far as has been told by those who have seen ghosts, the ghosts do not exactly interact with them as a recognition of them, rather they perform tasks as usual and those that perceive their ghostly activity happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. It can be very scary. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You may run from the spirit as a fight or flight reaction and recount your encounter to others because it was so frightening an experience for you. Yes, I believe that left-over spirits can move objects by sheer force of will and repetition. They may summon the wind or materials to transform their frustrations into visual and physical action in those areas. Past lives or ghostly activities are usually contained within boundaries. They do not travel beyond their life trail. They do not follow you as you flee their apparition, but they also do not reveal themselves to every person stepping into their zone. That is why some people may feel or see them and most do not.

You are leaving your own life trail. You are a spirit, as well. I believe that the intensified passion you exude along your trail may be left behind in a certain area for those with heightened sensibilities to perceive. You may read my piece called Dream-state Hallucination Theory found on my other website explaining how some mentally disturbed people see these ghosts or previous life trail activities or sometimes horrible visions even while awake to better understand my analogy. It is just theory, but maybe it will start good conversation helping people who suffer.

I do not know if the life trail can physically hurt yours, but I think that your life may be impacted as a repetitious visual in some extreme instances. Those people I have observed and talked at length to about their experiences with the super-natural describe in great detail what they are seeing while wide awake. To them it is very real. They are not lying or pretending or trying to get attention. They are sometimes truly horrified by the vision and can do nothing but sit there watching. Some call their therapist or mental health professionals, but most often they just endure.

So, what you are seeing is real to you. It is not a figment of your imagination, rather it may be the life trail of someone or something spiritual you can see because of your spiritual sensitivity. Not everyone has this ability, it seems. And the ones that do need answers religiously follow mediums, palm readers, and other spiritual advisors in an effort to obtain spiritual understanding, safety, and comfort. Others just want information how ghosts may affect them personally, in business, or by nation. 

I, and others, listen and evaluate your situation to help you find meaning in your encounters or possible encounters with the other side. I hope my stories, insight, methodologies, solutions, and advice help you schedule distraction, plan for contingencies, or remove life trail influence from affected areas using my spirit feather. 

Leave your own life trail pure without regret and feelings of passionate retribution because your loved ones may be sensitive, too. Don’t repeat the past. Blaze a trail of positive energy. I believe that negativities in your life weigh you down spiritually and impact others even after you are gone.

You may comment and blog below your own encounters telling others who can see the possibilities or those who may be just passing through. No foul language or links. They will not appear. Keep calm and explain as best you can what happened, where, and how it happened so others can relate. Start or join the conversation. What you say and saw matters!

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