The First Experience and The First Rescue.

I think I was thirty-seven when I saw a ghost for the first time.  I tell people I was normal before that :-) It’s possible that I have seen them before that but I have no previous recollection of it happening.  Anyway, this first one was vivid, unusual and, I feel, was meant to be very memorable.

Everyone was already asleep the night I had the experience.  It was in the early part of a mid-week night and, I know, I had been sound asleep.  I had busy days usually, so had no problem falling, very quickly, to sleep at night.  I rarely awoke until morning either, so it was unusual that I awoke on this particular night and I cannot remember being disturbed by any sound or event.

When I did awake, from whatever position I was sleeping in, my eyes eventually adjusted to the gloom, enough to see around me and, as I scanned the bedroom, I realised there was someone sitting on the foot of the bed on my side.  I took this in, in wonderment, and as my focus got better, I could see clearly who it was.

The person was an older man, who my father used to call on to do carpentry repairs around our home, when I was still in my teens.  His name was Peter.  This man was well into his eighties when was probably fifteen to sixteen years old.  I remember him having a reputation for being somewhat cantankerous and grumpy, especially if a job wasn’t going as well as he was expecting.  For some reason, though, I was able to assist him well enough without adding to his frustration and, consequently, wearing the brunt of his ire; most of the time!

So, to wake up and see this man sitting on the foot of my bed, knowing he had passed from this world many years ago, was astounding, to say the least.  I distinctly remember not being afraid or feeling worried that something sinister was happening, I was too busy being amazed and agog at what I was seeing.  He didn’t say anything, nor did I have enough time to collect my thoughts and utter a word either.  All that happened was that, as soon as he checked and knew for sure I was seeing him, he slowly arose from his position and walked the four steps it took to reach the open bedroom door and passed through into the hallway.

I didn’t follow, I just lay back perplexed at what I had just experienced.  I suppose, at the time, I did the same as everyone else would do. I put it down to being just a vivid dream.  I didn’t forget it nor dismiss it as just a dream, though.  I felt, somehow, it was more than that.

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It was another two years, at least, before I had another experience with anything similar.  This was at a time when I was living in a different place and, I suppose, I was re-evaluating and surmising a lot of the recent changes in my life.  A lot had happened in the interim and the visitation from two years ago certainly wasn’t foremost in my mind anymore.  Even so, I was about to have another, somewhat similar, surreal experience.  This time, though, there was no doubts about being half awake or half asleep.  I was definitely fully awake.

My interest in the etherical world was still in its infancy and I had just started attending a meditation group, once a week.  It was my first foray into the intuitive world and what was to become a passionate interest.  On, perhaps, a night after my second or third attendance at the meditation, I was at home and decided to do a meditation again, on my own, similar to what I had learned in the group setting.

I settled into a relaxed position and was only beginning, when I experienced a cold chill all down the right side of my body and a peculiar whispering in my right ear.  It wasn’t a scary feeling but, I remember, not being comfortable either.  I felt this was a ghost (although I couldn’t see anything), trying to get my attention and attempting to communicate with me.

I acknowledged the ghost and told it that I knew it was trying to talk to me but that, unfortunately, all I could hear was muffled whispering.  I, also, said I didn’t have enough experience to help them anyway but that I was willing to get help and would talk to the lady who facilitated the meditation group and, perhaps, a solution might be found there.  With that the ghost retreated and I was, once again, alone and was able to resume my meditation.

At the end of the following week’s meditation, I discussed my ghostly visitation with the lady who ran the event but she said she did not have any experience that could help me or my ghost.  However, she told me that a lady, called Robyn, came to the meditation periodically and was coming the following week and, it was possible, that she could assist me.  Thankfully, my ghost was quite patient, as I was having no further intrusion in my days or nights, in the interim.

On the evening of the following week’s meditation Robyn arrived, as predicted.  The routine of the meditation was followed as per previous weeks, except this week, Robyn ‘channelled’ one of her spirit guides, at the end of the meditation.  As it turned out, this lady is a ‘trance medium’, that is, someone who leaves her body and allows another entity to facilitate her speech and some body movement, to their mannerisms.  By doing this the entity can speak to an audience about pertinent subjects, such as their experience of heaven etc.  At this point, I had heard of channelling but hadn’t experienced seeing it in action.  It was very interesting!

When the meditation and channelling was over the group broke up and, when most people had departed, we talked to Robyn about my ghostly visitor.  She informed us that she had been anticipating this, on this evening, as she usually gets forewarned by her guides and, so, we commenced with the procedure of contacting and communicating with the ghost.

I had no idea what to expect, so Robyn explained that she did the same as she did with her guides, she allowed the entity to assimilate with her body so that it could speak to the facilitator lady and I.  When this transition had taken place, we discovered the ghost was a man who, as he talked, informed us that when he was alive, he committed a deed on one of my ancestors, that was very wrong. He had never taken or got the opportunity, to ask for forgiveness for his wrong-doing, while he lived.

When he passed away (and, I suppose, then realised he still existed), he was full of remorse and unwilling to leave the Earth without seeking forgiveness.  He had to wait almost a century until my ‘awakening’ and this scenario was created, before he could be given the opportunity to seek the release he desired.  I had no problem forgiving him (I sensed it was important) and did, there and then, so with the required absolution, he willingly took his leave and went to the light, without further ado.

Note;

Four generations ago, in my ancestry, a family member was stabbed in an altercation at a neighbour’s house, as a result of a dispute that erupted over a game of cards, which had got out of hand.  My ancestor was badly hurt but attempted to walk back to his family home, the next house on the road.  He was bleeding profusely and collapsed in the yard before reaching the house, and was, regrettably, found dead the next morning.

 The man who stabbed him was convicted for the offence and spent (I believe) seven years in jail.  Upon release, he immigrated to the United States and never returned.  My feeling is that this was the same remorseful man (now the ghost) that requested forgiveness from a descendant of the man he had attacked.