Earth is a spiritual realm, and the membrane between planes of energy thin and permeable. Energy bodies move fluidly between worlds.
I'm constructed in a way that I experience these energies through all of my senses. Clairvoyant, clairaudient, clairsentient. My experiences are rarely by choice. Something occurs and then, through investigation, I gain a deeper clarity into what I saw, heard, or felt.
There came a point that I was naive enough to think I had seen spirit in all its manifestations, shades, lights and orbs. I recall watching the film, "The Sixth Sense" when it first came out and thinking, great film; however, spirit does not appear that way! I've changed my mind since.
In this multidimensional universe, there are copious types of manifestations with different vibrations and intentions. The background to this story is relevant to the sighting, but I'll drag you through as little of my murky circumstance as possible. This siting took place in rural Putnam County, New York, in 2011.
Six years prior to this event, my marriage came to a sudden and tumultuous end and my life was scattered and torn. I had been a stay-at-home parent, published but not yet degreed, and out of the workforce in any meaningful way for years. I couldn't find a viable job and the challenges of poverty were degrading and oppressive.
I lost everything. My ex-husband had stopped working, moved in with his boyfriend and my younger daughter had to take residence with them. I was five years into my older daughter's medically-induced addiction that progressed to heroin.
To say my heart was broken is a grand understatement. I was living in the upside down and the separation from my children was a harrowing experience that I don't believe I'll ever fully recover from.
My older daughter wandered after her first rehab and would go missing. I would go searching, texting, calling, sometimes to find her in emergency rooms, other times take her to emergency rooms. She was in and out of rehabs and hospitals. The only thing that kept me going was hope and, at times, there was barely enough of it to get me through the day. If my life was trial by fire, my temporary move into the unwelcoming house of my mother and her husband was gasoline.
On this early autumn day, I went outside to be alone and sit by the rushing stream. I pulled up a chair by the water and began to journal. I wasn't sitting long when I felt a presence peering through the trees and glanced up from my book. There was someone there. She was standing on the bridge that crosses the stream connecting the driveway to the path leading to the house. This entity was unlike any I had seen before. My heart started to race!
She had no features but a well-defined form. She was the shape of a woman in a Victorian dress with a bustle and bonnet, indicative of the 1800's. She was a white milky, translucent color. I immediately turned my eyes away hoping she would vanish, but when I looked up, she lingered in my glance much longer than I anticipated.
This apparition had an intensity to her and I must admit, she unnerved me. I decided to try and let it go. I reminded myself that I was safe. I decided to add it to the list of new experiences, assuming it would be a one-time occurrence.
About a week had passed. I was sitting on the computer looking for work, and turned my eyes to the window. The ghost had returned! She was across the lawn by the bridge, anxiously pacing in one direction and then the other, her arms behind her back! Her urgency put me in full panic. What was she trying to tell me? Was she there to warn me about something? Was I going to die? Was someone else going to die? She seemed upset and frantic! I contacted two people who I thought might have insight and they both gave me my own advice, "Ask her what she wants." In the week that followed I did just that. I got quiet and put the question out into the universe.
One evening I was in my quarters, when I turned around and she was right there. Her body half in this realm and half outside this dimension. I noticed a dark red line down the front of her dress, and to this day, I wonder what it was. It was the color of blood but straight and contained and started midpoint in her body. In this visit, she disappeared as quickly as she showed herself. Maybe my fear closed the gap between our worlds! It wasn't that I thought she was there to cause me harm, but her anguish and distress scared me. I wasn't clear on what she was trying to communicate. It was my first experience of this nature and third visitation!
I truly didn't know what else to do, so I went on the computer and randomly typed in "White Lady" because that was the first thing that came into my mind! I had no expectation of anything coming up and when it did, I was shocked. Shocked and relieved! Apparently this apparition has been spotted around the world, mostly in rural areas. The sightings have been most prominent in parts of the United States, Ireland and Great Britain. The story is slightly different in each country, as is her presentation in her white gown.
The white lady has been seen so frequently throughout parts of the world that she has become a legend of tragedy. Some say she comes to warn of a death. A common theme is the loss of a daughter or husband. Most commonly, it's said that her daughter went missing and was never found. Grieving, she continues to search the earth for her child. She's known to be on the aggressive side, particularly to men.
I didn't want to frighten anyone, so at first I chose not to mention it to my mother or her husband. Then things started happening around the house over the next couple of weeks. I heard my mother scream in the kitchen. A bowl that had been pushed far back on the shelf, as she tells it, came flying off and just missed her. She and her husband were walking outside when a huge branch came crashing down from a tree just missing them. A metal marble hit the floor with such impact that we all heard it from another room and, once the cause of the noise was located, no one could identify the marble as being remotely familiar.
A more profound moment in this experience was when my younger daughter came for the weekend. I went into the bathroom to get washed when she started banging on the door. "Are you okay, Mom?" I was a bit surprised by the concern in her voice. "Yes!" I replied, "I'm getting washed!" When I returned to the room my daughter swung around on the computer chair and looked at me. "Are you okay?" She asked again. "I'm fine! Why are you asking?" "Mom, I heard you sobbing!" I explained to her that I wasn't, but she didn't believe me. I didn't tell her about the ghost for a while. My daughter was having a clairaudient experience.
During that same month, another ghost, in full human form, dressed in farmer overalls, covered in dirt and carrying a tool, passed by my bedroom window. It was dusk, but he was clear as day! He didn't move in the same way as a living being, and I got the sense that he died while working in the field. Maybe even buried alive because there was so much dirt on him. I was stunned. It was the second entity on this property that was in a form I had never seen before. He looked out in front of him with a blank expression as if I wasn't even there. He appeared to me only that one time. I assumed there was no connection between the farmer and the white lady other than location.
Then, I came across a myth surrounding the white lady that states it's believed she had a daughter who was violently murdered by a farmer. Perhaps a connection? I can't be sure.
The white lady ghost was full of intent and a powerful force. She wasn't just casually passing through or wandering aimlessly. She made noise, she made her presence known and she was bold. She showed herself to me three times and grieved loudly enough for my clairaudient daughter to hear her cries. Why did she come to me? I do question this. Did she come to forewarn me of the imminent death of my missing daughter?
A year and half ago my older daughter died at twenty-eights years old, suddenly and suspiciously on the morning she was supposed to be released from the hospital.
Perhaps the white lady ghost is fragments of millions of grieving mothers, spinning and vibrating throughout the world so fervently that it gives rise to form. The cumulative soul of the grieving mother. Whatever or whoever she is, I do know, she unquestionably walks the earth.