A few years after I retired from the Fashion Industry, I grew tired of being retired. Some of you can relate to this!. I know, funny, but- so true. After having worked seven days a week, for well over thirty years, I was use to juggling two to three work projects at one time. I ran businesses, and I raised my three children (my husband had a big hand in supporting my busy world)...
I admit it, I was (still am) a type "A" person. With a Type "A" personality, one of the first things I learned?...Mellow out, things don't have to be 100% perfect. It took time to learn that lesson, but I found it made my life better, more relaxing, more resistant to giving in to fear.
It really helped in dealing with my Paranormal experiences. I learned to step outside the activity. It taught me to understand all aspects of the Haunting, without my emotions coming into play. Want to know how?...taught myself to stay calm, to focus- with subliminal tapes, prayer, and new age music (some work better than others!).
My music seemed to attract Ghostly visitation. I would be sitting on the floor in my living room, when apparitions would enter the room. I believe it is a combination of my relaxed state, and the music playing. It places me into an ethereal state, and the entities seem to find me easier.
It's a long story, but I will get to the point. I went back to work! (you saw that coming, right?). I jumped into a type of work I had never done before, and I thought it would be enjoyable. I became a Dog Walker!. Complete opposite of anything I had done in the past, but I knew my love of animals, and desire to keep active, would be an interesting challenge... And it was!...
In less than a year, I was working "when" I wanted to work, and I picked and chose my clients, and my hours. The only downside?...I was entering a lot of households-many of them...HAUNTED!
I will share this first experience. This Apparition CHOSE to stay on earth, and I think "clinging to the past", was his personal enemy.
We will call him, "Gentleman Jim". His quiet voice and gentle nature lulled me into believing I was safe. The first thing he did when I unlocked the front door?, he pulled it open for me, and stepped aside. This is why I nicknamed him, "Gentleman Jim". He opened ALL the doors in the residence for me. When I entered a room, He stood. You don't see that in this day and age.
Gentleman Jim had lived well into his nineties, and he came from the old school of thought, where ladies were treated with respect and a step back (no touchy-no feely), and the men?, well, they were the bread winners, the support system and strength of the family unit.
He showed himself to me as he had been in the last days of physical life. I saw an elderly gent-with a spray of white hair. The deep crags and lines across his face? To me, they expressed emotion of someone who laughed freely, and often. As time went on, He was no longer a visual transparency, but a more solid spectral being. He carried a white mist around him, but I could him clearly. He clothed himself in the style of the 1940's?-just a guess here.
Gentleman Jim wasn't a big man in life, slight in girth, and maybe 5'6 at most. His eyes appeared to be brown, and I think he wore dentures!. It's funny the images I get from the deceased. He kept fooling with his mouth, and he didn't want to smile without placing his hand over lips. These were probably memories carried over from the physical world.
Now, "Jim", he was a softie. The two labs belonging to the recent residents of his old home, they knew he was around... And they liked him!. There was no fear of him, and I felt warm and cared for when I went there to care of my two charges, "Louie" and "Mustard boy"-two of the sweetest labs you will ever encounter!.
The job was for three weeks, and I would be visiting the residence... And Gentleman Jim, two times a day. From the first hour, I was resolved to convincing him to leave the physical plane. He didn't deserve to be here any longer, and I was confused as to "why" he chose to stay on. He did seem content, but that's not always the best thing for someone, not even a GHOST.
He didn't speak much, but when he did-Oh My!...I would go about playing with the two labs, and "Jim" would follow me with stories of his life. He had been married for 32 years to the most wonderful woman, he called-"The Love of my Heart and Soul"...her name was "Edna Rayanne", and his eyes sparkled when he spoke of her.
I took it slow with him, but as the days counted down to the final two visits, I knew I had to take action. In a soft voice, I encouraged him to speak of "Edna", and when I saw the loneliness and longing in his eyes, I told him he needed to go to her.
"Gentleman Jim" seemed genuinely surprised to hear this. It never occurred to him to leave his old home. After all, he had been there for part of a half a century!.
As I said, I took it slow, and I was careful in my words. Each apparition is different in what they are willing to hear, and it is hard for some. "Jim" was ready to go!. I had been hoping it would easy, but you never know until you get started with the words.
It's a long or short process-sending them on, and I have to wait for a kind of energy or power-to flow through me. It isn't my doing, when they move on-I am just an instrument that is used. I take no credit for their crossing. With lots of prayer, and love, they move on...
I can only describe what I remember. It's different with each crossing.
"Gentleman Jim" was gone-off to his new adventure, and I felt a sense of loss!. I was going to miss him. Funny, but when you get this involved with someones "Spirit/Soul", you take a little part of them with you.
His warm nature, I will carry with me-always.I am sure our paths will cross again, but not in this world!...