The Market Yard Ghost.

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I knew I was asleep and astral travelling when I noticed that every step, I took, was similar to an astronaut walking on the moon. After three or four of these super long steps I decided this was pointless so I changed to floating along instead. This was achieved by leisurely breast-stroking through the air.  It was fun!  As I moved along, I saw a farm gate in my way, so, aware that I was still astral traveling, I thought I would just float through the solid bars of the gate but, instead, proceeded to bang head first into it!  It didn’t hurt but I was humorously surprised and had a smile to myself. I think my brain could accept floating along but being conscious of floating through solid objects was just not acceptable in my semi-aware state.  Anyway, I had no difficulty floating over the gate, rather like a diver in water going around and over obstacles, and continued on my merry way.


Soon I became aware that I, still floating, had arrived in the Market Yard.  I was looking around nervously because, somehow, I knew (not sure how) there was a ghost reputed to exit there and I was nervous because I knew that, if it saw me, I would frighten it.  So, cautiously, I floated slowly over to the two-story wall that divided this yard from the neighbouring backyard.  I had floated half way up the wall when I saw her and reached about threequarters of the way when she spied me and, sure enough, she started screaming and backing quickly away.  I was able to see she was a girl of about fifteen, in a long (well below the knees) frock and long wavy well cared for hair.  In my astral state she was all white and I intuitively knew she saw me as the black figure and presumed me to be a demon or something similar.   For me the game was up, for now, so my only option was to continue up and over the wall and away.


For all that, I also knew I had achieved my objective and, also, knew the purpose of my dream and astral outing.  So, next day, I returned to the Market Yard to talk to the girl.  The yard is used as a walkway from the main street of the village to the back road semi-bypass and is decked out with benches to sit, amid the small garden beds, to rest or reflect.  I sat on a bench, and brought the girl to mind. In my mind, I apologised to her, for scaring her the night before and proceeded to explain that my intention was to help her out of this predicament (being earth-bound) and help her to return home to her family and friends in heaven. I do this in a conversional way, with a mantra at the end of my chat, that has always brought me success.  That done I left and returned home.  Did I succeed?  I would say, undoubtably!  The dream and remembering astral travelling to that particular place was, I'm sure, created and guided by spirit with the intention of getting me aware of her and, then, helping me to help her to, at long last, go home.

Note;

The ghosts clothing and appearance give me the impression she had lived a long time ago, probably in the Victorian era or there about.  She, also, appeared to be from a well to do family.  

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