This past Saturday, 16 Feb 2013, I had a friend over to my house. He is your typical non-believer, though he also claims to be completely atheist. Since I have been raised Christian, but rarely go to Church, I don't have a problem with hearing about other cultures, religions, and the people who believe none of that exists. He only made this confession to me on Saturday. He said he has always had many questions that not even their Minister could answer when he was growing up, so he has decided, until he gets concrete proof that God exists, something he can see, he will remain atheist. As I said, I don't judge.
As we were sitting and talking, my friend who rents the flat in my yard came to me and she asked me how things are in the house. Up until then I had not told my guy friend of my three resident ghosties. But I didn't even hesitate, I told her that Gran had stayed with us when my parents finally left for Mozambique. I found this out when Tim sent me a message on Wednesday. We had talked about something inconsequential and I did my usual "checking up" on my ghosties via Tim, and when I asked him if he could sense Gran he went "Funny enough, she's in your house. By the boys' room." I was astonished. I thought she wasn't there. For some reason I had not been sensing her. Then he added "She's worried because you are scared of the house." I was terrified, I must confess. It's one thing to have someone with you in the house when you are surrounded by spirits, but now I'm alone, the only adult and I fear the evil thing coming back. Tim assured me that it was gone for good. And from then on in, I felt better. Knowing my gran is there really calmed me down. Though Charlie still pulls pranks to get my attention. He moved dining room chairs this morning while I was getting ready for work.
As my gal-pal and I were talking, the guy got this weird expression on his face. I knew he was thinking we were crazy, so I asked him. And then he went off on this tangent about how the mind is such a powerful thing, a person has to simply plant a suggestion in the back of your mind and you will believe anything. Ok, I get it. Valid point. BUT, a person I have known for 6 months, will not be able to tell me secrets I shared with Charlie, in detail, if Charlie or I had not told him those secrets. And I didn't. I sat there and humoured him as he explained to me that I was a victim of a planted idea. And I could see Charlie's face in my mind's eye, sarcastically grinning and shaking his head.
Even sitting in the house and hearing Kiddo bang on the wall wasn't proof enough for him. I decided when I started realizing how in tune I was with my spirits, that I had to choose carefully who I disclosed this type of information to. And in the end, I'll find people who wholeheartedly believe, people who try to understand, and people who refuse to understand. It does not mean that what I am experiencing is not real.
Saturday night Gran came into the room and switched the fan off while the boys and I were sleeping. T's chest is acting up again and I'm not the only one worried about him. On the contrary, Tim says she is focused on the boys now more than anyone else. And Sunday night she was in the bathroom when I was in the bath. I was washing my face and had the very distinct feeling that her face was only inches from mine. Making sure I don't get soap in my eyes? Perhaps.
It's just comforting to know she is there. And I hope it stays that way.