Yesterday I was working in my home office and kept hearing my house groan and creak. It’s not unusual to hear the haunting sounds of a house’s skeleton buckle and settle but what I heard sounded more like someone had walked through the front door and was now inside of the walls trying to get my attention.
I stopped breathing for a few seconds and listened to what sounded like a footstep, then something large fell. I could hear the rush of blood in my ear; my heart was racing and my stomach felt hollow. I waited a few moments before stepping out of the office and peering around the corner. I had all sorts of scenarios cooked up in my head and none of them had a good outcome.
I told myself to be brave and step out to look around, “Protect YOUR space, this is your house!” The words I heard me tell myself gave me courage but courage alone doesn’t protect a body from human invaders. I was tired of standing there debating with myself and made my way downstairs to check each room.
All clear, I didn’t find any human invaders.
And this is the part where I tell you that I am more scared of the living than I am of the dead but that wasn’t always the case.
As a child I believed in ghosts, goblins, angels and all of the other “unseens”. I could feel energy shifts and knew they, the spirits and ghosts of the dead, were always around. I never saw one materialize but I could feel them. I worried about them a lot. Living people didn’t scare me, dead people did because I knew they could be anywhere at any time and no one would believe me if I told them.
Now though I see through a very different pair of eyes.
I didn’t find anything suspicious so I went back to work and forgot all about the noises until later that night. That’s when the story started coming together...
I manage a free Facebook group and in that group we talk about dreams, the supernatural, our intuitive gifts, and magic. I created this community for those interested in the topics I'm writing about in my first book. A member posted her photo and requested a reading. Some of the members in this group are experienced intuitives versed in reading energy while others are interested in learning, sharing and growing into their own magical gifts. I don’t advertise readings in the group since it’s not the sole focus of the group but I don’t discourage them either.
It seemed that Spirit had a hand in her post because she mentioned that she wasn’t even sure that forum was the right place for her request and wrote, “delete if not allowed”. I kept it up there because I thought it was an appropriate and entirely relevant post. A few members responded with valuable insight and I commented something about the advice being sound and wise then logged off. I was in the middle of dinner with a glass of wine in one hand and my phone in the other. I didn’t have any intention on doing energy work and as a general rule try not to mix my spirits with my spirits if you know what I mean.
I went to the bathroom to take a shower and that’s when I heard a name, it started with a “d” and suddenly a flood of images of a childhood that wasn’t my own flashed in my head. I went back to my phone to look at that post and her photo and that's when the bathroom lights began to flicker. I took my shower but resumed the online discussion when I got out; two hours, multiple comments and a few confirmations later it hit me...
Of course the noises I heard in my house that morning didn’t come from the living. Sometimes I forget who I’ve become but they, the spirits, promptly remind me when it’s time to get a message across to the ones they love. It’s one of the reasons I refer to myself as a soul bridge. When they try to connect it’s never the “right” time for me, I’m usually sitting in my car at a stoplight, standing naked in my bathroom or in the middle of doing a million other things that humans do. I usually drop what I’m doing to allow myself to become that connector/messenger/channel/bridge because I love the role I play.
This is my life now.
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