GHOSTS AND GHOST SENSITIVES PART 3

Birch has a sense that Pete has a role to play as a communication channel between these discarnate beings and people in this reality. This role will have to wait until he is able to release some of his business commitments.

Margaret, a friend of Clive’s, had a friend, Molly, who passed away at the age of ninety-nine. Molly and her husband did great work unknown to most people around them. They would visit buildings, particularly old ones, to clear ghosts or earth bound spirits. They were particularly drawn to work in churches and cathedrals.

Molly said that many of these spirits were grouped around the flags of military regiments that often hang in religious buildings. From a mystic’s point of view, this is rather bizarre given that these places are supposedly celebrating the Prince of Peace. Anyway, back to the ghosts. This grouping of the ghosts around military flags made sense to Molly.

 In times past during battles, the soldiers would be called to the colours at particularly difficult times of the conflict. Thus in death, or their dying agony, the spirit of the soldiers would naturally be drawn to the symbol of their loyalty. In addition, perhaps their last living moment was in the vicinity of the flag, maybe holding it or looking at it in their death agony.

So throughout the land of Britain, unknown to those not sensitive to these energies, discarnate spirits of soldiers would continue to be grouped around this last vestige of their contact in the material world. No doubt they would be looking down with interest on the congregations worshipping the Prince of Peace, and the marriages and funerals taking place below.

 Most incarnate people would be blissfully unaware of this interest above them. Molly was of the opinion that all such flags should be withdrawn from religious buildings in order to remove this particular infestation. Molly and her husband did this largely unsung work for sixty years.

Hazel, another friend of Clive’s, was visiting a dying friend in the local hospice. As she sat and chatted, without warning, Hazel was taken into an enhanced form of consciousness. She saw the room she was in, absolutely packed with discarnate entities. These beings wore clothes of all ages. She was particularly struck with the roundhead soldiers. The hospice is in a very old building.

And now to the story of the paper clip ghost. Jaqueline Birch would gently joke with a work colleague, who would stay late in the office, that she should, ‘be careful of the ghost.’ Perhaps sensitivity to the psychic atmosphere helped create this joke in her mind before experience of the phenomenon? This comment soon rebounded on Clive’s wife a little later. One evening she found herself alone, working late. As she bent over her desk, a paper clip dropped out of thin air onto the desk. She looked up. There was no returning colleague playing a joke on her.

 The office was completely empty of incarnate beings, apart from her. There were no shelves nearby that could source such an event. Muttering under her breath she bent her head and returned to her task. Immediately another paper clip dropped onto her desk close to her head. A discarnate entity was clearly having some fun at her expense. ‘Oh, leave me alone,’ she spoke in an exasperated fashion. This is precisely what happened and the dropped paper clips stopped dropping.

A little while later, the opposite happened to Jaqueline whilst she worked during the normal working day. She was performing a task which required opening a file of papers, removing the paper clip from the documents, performing an administrative task and then replacing the paper clip and closing the file. As she went through the routine, paper clips began to disappear from Jaqueline’s desk.

 Four times in succession this happened. Becoming fed up with this game, Jaqueline went to a colleague’s desk and retrieved a large box of clips, making sure that she kept an eye on them. The paper clip ghost stopped its activities at this point. The game was over. There were times when Jaqueline was required to work late, on her own, in the office.

 Regularly she would feel cold draughts wafting around her when no doors were being opened and closed, and no windows were open. In addition, there would be unexplained noises similar to a crack, with no apparent physical cause.

Those readers who have read So You Think We’re Alone? will remember the story of Oscar the cat. For those that haven’t had the pleasure of reading this fine offering, here’s a summary. Oscar lived in a care home. He was not a particularly friendly animal to the living, but he did have one particular talent. He knew when one of the residents of the care home was about to die, even when the well trained staff had no idea that the death was about to happen.

 He would sit with the dying person until they had passed away; only with dying people would he make such a contact. Subsequent to publication of So You Think We’re Alone? Clive was told of a person who possessed an ability relating to dying people. This person worked in care homes and hospitals throughout her working life. She also possessed the ability to see ghosts.

 When a person was about to die, they would be joined by female apparitions dressed in black; usually there were a number at each death. Of course, this person was the only one who could see these ghosts. The assumption was that these spectres were there to help the dying person over into their next world.

Sophie tells this story from her homeland in Malaysia. Next door to her family home in a rural village, is a mysterious space. Tradition has it that a house once stood there, occupied by a wealthy and influential family. The story continues that the head of the family instructed his son to kill a specially prepared goat. It was then to be spit roasted as an important focus of a feast.

The son ignored the wishes of his father and, instead of the goat, killed a dog which was prepared and cooked. Unfortunately for the son, his subterfuge was discovered when the partly cooked body began to bark. The father was mortified at the shame that this deceit had brought upon his family. So distressed was he, that the father prayed for the family to disappear. The invisible realms acceded to this bizarre request. Family and house did, indeed, disappear leaving an empty space next to Sophie’s family’s property. Perhaps this reminds us of the old saying, be careful what you wish for. You just might get it.

The final chapter of this tale occurred when Sophie was a young child. She remembers walking around the mysterious empty space with her grandmother who would conduct a conversation with an invisible person in a low guttural tone, different from her normal voice. The impressionable child was told that one of the invisible men had formed an attraction for the grandmother and had retained that emotional connection for decades.