Another Mysterious Case Of The Caring Monk

This story happened in Kentucky. It also involves the alcoholic man that gave my son and I so much grief until he passed a few years ago. You can read about him in my first story.

We had just met. He was cleaning up his act and working at the monastery, and we had a rather nice relationship going on. The monastery has miles of extensive woods. My son and I used to walk in them a lot and fish or swim in the lakes. We were introducing Frank, the city guy, to the country and we packed up a picnic and drove to our spot to park and walked the half mile through the woods to the spring-fed lake that had been formed a hundred years ago when the monks quarried rock to build with.

Mind you, this is in the sure enough woods, with only deer trails to follow and wildlife all over, with birds singing and no streetlights. In fact, no street where we walked back to. We had settled on a spot, and built a little cook fire to roast kabobs on. We ate and drank, and swam and explored. Frank had never seen anything that was there, so this was really a lot of fun and we stayed until dark, not realizing that this large strong city man would be afraid of the dark in the country (which, admittedly, is absolutely dark except the stars). Well we calmed his nerves, assured him that both my son and I knew the path in the dark, and we will all get back fine.

The trail going back was not difficult. Really, my son and I always liked it there at night, but the man was afraid and was losing his temper. Now this was a year after my friend, and technically my boss, Br. Thomas had passed. And he'd already manifested a lot of things to numbers of people on the monastery property. Thomas's gift was always service. He took care of guests, property, poor folks who needed things.

So there we were, walking in the woods with a man who's losing it, and Frank is behind my son and me, and he said "Oh, what is that light around your son?" I said "I don't see any light around Dude." He said, "There's a light around him and I can see where where we're going." He felt strange and wanted to get moving.

When we got up onto the dirt road that was like a long driveway connecting the properties, we all could see the light. Appropriate at a monastery. It was a soft lime green light, moving around in a haze from one to the other of us, and finally just enveloped Frank where he stood. He was carrying a cooler and cooking supplies, and he dropped them and stood there looking at his hands and arms and asking if I could see the green light on his hands. I said "Yes, that happens out here sometimes. Actually, it's all over you". He said, "But this isn't normal!" I said, "It's normal here. How do you feel?" We stopped to argue about normal. He said he felt pretty good, in fact peaceful and sleepy. So the green thing was doing him a lot of good, whatever or whoever it was.

He told a guy at the local bar about his experience, and the guy said right away," That'd be Br. Thomas probably. That really sounds like something he'd do."

Really, you see orbs and feel energy spots in that area often, so I couldn't be certain who or what it was. I think it was another case of the caring ghost.