A Ghost at Wybung Head.

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A friend invited me to go bush-walking, at Frazer Beach, one pleasant day, just recently. This become an adventure that I was not expecting but, on reflection, the warning signs were evident enough for me to anticipate that there would be more to do than just go for a casual bush-walk.

The first warning sign was that I was delayed, somewhat, in finding the carpark where we were to meet up. Then I found what I suspected was her vehicle (we had travelled from different directions) but could see no sign of my friend. The next problem was I could get no telephone signal so couldn’t call her. I knew there was another carpark some distance away so I set off there hoping I would find her there but with no luck. On the way back to the original carpark she rang me and got through because I happened to be in a high area where signal was available. We established where to meet and I eventually arrived very, very late.

Being late always puts me on edge and is a tactic used by spirit, I believe purposely, to get my adrenalin pumping so that I am in the right frame of mind to deal with an awkward ghost or situation. I didn’t mention this to my friend because, although she knows I do ‘rescues’ and is quite spiritually aware, she is not familiar or comfortable with ghostly goings-on’s.

Anyway, we set off on our walk, which was, initially, up a steep incline and, because of a known condition, I have, had me huffing and puffing up the incline. This would normally abate when the gradient became more level but not on this day. As we continued walking, even on the down-ward slopes my breathing was equally laboured and I had developed a cough that would not clear, even with sips of water. When we reached the look-out point above the rock ledge, my friend was telling me about the loss of life attributed to rock-fishing of the ledge and, showed me the sign, put there by council, to warn fishermen about the danger of this particular ledge. The sign told us that three people had died there already, in recent times. My friend said that the number should be four because someone’s body was found there very recently, although they’d had a mishap when out on a fishing-boat further up the coast.

Suffice to say, the penny had dropped with me and I told my friend that I was going to sit down and attempt to ‘rescue’ the soul (or soul’s) I suspected was (were) causing me so much discomfort. My friend wanted to have a walk down around the rock-shelf and was happy to leave me to it.

As I sat and tuned in and talked to the soul, or souls, it dawned on me that the coughing and struggle with breathing was reliving the final moments in the life, or lives, of the unfortunate victim(s). As they weakened, it’s inevitable that there last breathes would have been part air and part sea-water, until they finally submerged and the ordeal was over.
By the time my friend returned, I had completed the ‘rescue’ and was starting to feel much better. We resumed our walk and went back to the beach and, from there, proceeded to climb up to the adjacent headland and view blow-hole on the opposite side of the beach, thankfully without the symptoms experienced earlier. I still had vestiges of a sore throat the next day but, I feel, that was my own doing, caused by my attempts to cough up what I thought had got caught in my throat.

The rest of our day was normal and pleasant, the ordeal was over for me and, I hope, for the soul whose last moments were such an ordeal for them. My friend and I finished our walk and went our separate ways.

Note;

This ‘Rescue’ was a new experience for me. It was the first time I have felt the emotions of the victim in this way. In the past, I have done a few ‘rescues’, with other able people present, where a ‘Medium’ conveys, to me, the thoughts of a victim in their last moments, I have usually had the responsibility of persuading and convincing the soul to go to heaven (the light) and, a few times in emotionally highly charged situations, a third person in our circle has been reduced to tears by the sadness of the situation or the sadness of the victim. The tears cease and composure returns almost immediately, when the entity crosses over and is returned to their soul family.

It seems that when someone dies in tragic circumstances, like this example, the soul can get stuck in the moments prior to their final demise, do not realise they are free of their body and need help to understand that so they can cross-over.

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