GHOSTS AND GHOST SENSITIVES PART 4

Sometimes it is necessary to do very little in order to change a negative situation. Back to Pete’s household at the time when Harry was awakened to find a ghostly male figure with disfigured face standing in his doorway. Some days later, wife Jacqui awoke to find a heavy ghostly energy lying on top of her. That same night, soon after getting into bed, Pete felt as though ghostly spiders were climbing along his arm towards his face.

 This was very frightening for an arachnophobe, which Pete is. Harry awoke in the morning to find his darts placed in the bedroom dartboard. This was very puzzling and frightening for a young teenager as he was always careful to put his darts away in their box each night.

The next day, Pete rang Clive recounting the tale. The latter immediately offered help. As Clive put the phone down he immediately felt nervous about his precipitate offer. He rang friend, Hazel, for support and input. As Clive prepared for his own bed that night, he tuned into Pete’s family house, asking the cosmic forces to fill the house with light, raise the vibrations, giving the family a restful night.

 The next day, Clive rang Haines to be told that there had been a quiet and restful night in the house. Soon after, Clive spoke to Hazel who confirmed that she had tuned into her guidance who had told her that there was nothing to be done by her or by Clive. Events in Pete’s household bore that guidance out. For, from that time on, there was no further occurrence of unpleasant ghostly happenings in Pete’s household.

 So was Clive’s short visualisation sufficient to help the cosmic forces clear the above negativity, or is there some other explanation? Certainly Clive’s normal reaction to such a request would be to go to the house, play his Tibetan bowl and perform reiki or other healing modalities. This time, of course, it was not required to do any of those.

In another story, a girl could not believe the reasons given for her mother’s disappearance. Her father’s claim concerning the mother’s supposed running away with an Italian lover, simply didn’t ring true for the daughter. There was some intuitive impulse niggling away in her psyche that there was something really wrong with the story. The girl had heard her mum and dad arguing. The very next day, her mum was not there.

 She did as much as she could to persuade adults to listen to her doubts. She confided in her class teacher who took no action. This failure stimulated the girl to create the story that she was being bullied. She wanted to get the headmistress’s attention. The headmistress informed social services. Later that month, the mother’s body was discovered, hidden in the family home.

The girl’s suspicions had been heightened after a dream in which she opened a cupboard door, and her mum’s body fell out. The girl, gathering her courage, entered the cupboard expecting to find her mother’s body there. In fact, the body had been hidden in a casket in the garden. The father confessed to killing his wife, was arrested and charged. Was the daughter influenced by her mother from another realm? Did the girl, through her own intuition sense that the crime had been committed? Is there some other explanation?

Clive was woken one night by a woman bending over him. He assumed that it was his wife, Jaqueline. Suddenly there was a movement from his left where Jaqueline slept. The woman bending over him, disappeared. Jaqueline was choking from a condition where, from time to time, her breathing tube is blocked. On this occasion she did not need assistance other than reassurance from her husband. It seemed to Clive, when reviewing the event later, that the woman from the psychic world was a Good Samaritan making sure that assistance was available in this potentially serious condition.

Bryan happened on this amazing incident during one of his regular trips to the US. He was resting in a bedroom whilst on a course, when this very strange and fascinating event happened to him. Without warning, a strong, muscular arm moved across his chest. It was so real that he could see the veins on the arm. It certainly wasn’t his arm. The arm wasn’t attached to anything, though. Without warning, the powerful arm lifted him off the bed, two to three feet (60 to 91 cms) into the air.

 Let us be clear about this. Bryan had not been meditating or sleeping. He was in normal objective consciousness when this happened. After some seconds, maybe a minute, he was gently lowered back onto the bed and the arm disappeared. This was an entirely physical event, with Bryan in full knowledge of what was happening. Bryan pondered on the meaning of this throughout the rest of the day. He felt strongly that this arm belonged to the Master Jesus. Beyond this he couldn’t fathom the meaning. Bryan shared this with a fellow course member.

 A little later, after Bryan had returned to his room, this fellow put his head around Bryan’s door.

‘I know what this means. You were taken down from the cross,’ said the other.

Ah… thought Bryan. This is of profound significance. I have come to the end of a phase of suffering in this three dimensional existence.

This is not a ghost story per se, but it is a fascinating psychic event. It demonstrates the type of phenomena that can be experienced by the practicing mystic.

On the subject of being sensitive to ghosts, Clive believes that it is important to set aside any fear concerning the phenomenon. For those interested in developing such links, sensitivity and confidence, as well as belief, are paramount. Clive remembers the time as a young boy, trembling in bed in an old farmhouse while on holiday. He had just been told a ghost story. The farmer’s wife had recounted a tale of an old man who would regularly walk around the farm for his daily constitutional.

The day that his funeral took place in the church opposite to the farm, the farmer’s wife heard the tap, tap, tap of his stick. She turned to see the dead man’s ghost walk through one wall of the farm kitchen and out through the opposite wall. He was taking his final walk before his body was interred in the ground.

So why aren’t most people sensitive to this phenomenon? One answer is that our social conditioning denies the existence of ghosts, so we don’t see what we don’t believe. To explore this further here are two stories from The Gentle Art of Blessing. Harvard University conducted an experiment in which two groups of kittens were raised from birth to near maturity in two rooms.

The walls of one room were painted in black and white vertical stripes. The other room was painted with horizontal stripes. When set free, the cats brought up in the room with horizontal stripes knocked into everything vertical; chairs, table legs, trees. They were incapable of discerning anything upright.

Humans are similar to the cats in this regard. We have been conditioned to filter all reality through our senses. In 1520, Ferdinand Magellan arrived at the Terra del Fuego at the tip of South America. The ship’s company was surprised that the Del Fuego Indians did not see the boat entering the bay. Nothing in their experience had prepared them for the idea of vessels that were like huge floating houses. Canoes represented their seaborne reality. They were liberated from this blinkered view when taken onto the ships.

And now Clive and Pete found themselves in disagreement.

‘No, Clive, I don’t want to include my stories. This book is about you,’ said Pete.

‘I disagree. Yours will help to broaden the debate,’ replied Clive, gently.

Pete gave in, so here are just two of his experiences. Let’s hope Clive was right and they do broaden the debate.

Not so long ago, Pete and his business partner were overseas. With a couple of hours to spare between meetings, they visited the museum. They walked from gallery to gallery, enjoying every moment. As they wandered in their unstructured manner, they became separated. Totally unexpectedly, and without warning, Pete stopped.

 He felt an odd sensation, slight disorientation, slightly off-balance. Stepping one pace in any direction and the sensation disappeared. Stepping back to the spot, the sense returned. Odd. There was an overwhelming aroma of herbs. Haines decided to experiment in a way he had never done before. He called for his friend, who is not sensitive to spirits. He guided the partner to the spot of disorientation.

‘I’m rocking. What’s this all about?’ said the partner.

‘Not sure. Can you smell anything?’

The partner sniffed the air.  His blank expression turned to mild excitement. ‘Yeah, I can smell herbs.’

‘Me, too.’

‘What’s going on?’ The partner seemed excited.

Should I, or should I not? ‘Well, mate, I think we’re in the presence of a ghost.

‘No!’ He was incredulous.

‘Well, yes, uh… take a look over there.’ Pete pointed to the corner of the gallery.

‘Nope. Can’t see a thing.’

Pete could see a woman very clearly defined. Although she appeared slightly transparent, he could see her features and clothing. Her hair, features and eyes were dark. Her dress was long, reaching to the floor of the gallery, and green. But, for Pete, what struck him most was her smile. She was looking straight at Pete and smiling warmly. He felt drawn to take a chance. He walked across the gallery and put his arms around the ghost’s waist. This was a first. The ghost didn’t seem to mind one little bit.

‘Come over here,’ said Pete. The partner didn’t need to be asked a second time. ‘Put your hand in there.’ Pete nodded to a point inside the circle he’d made with his arms.

‘****** me!’ The partner was wide-eyed. ‘It’s freezing. I can see my breath.’

The ghost didn’t seem to mind this intrusion. She continued to smile. Interestingly, and maybe even significantly, she didn’t look at the partner throughout this event. She kept her eyes on Pete. Also strangely, even as they left the gallery, he could still see her standing in the same spot, still smiling. She seemed to be in no hurry to leave.

As they discussed the encounter over lunch, both men felt they had been fortunate enough to enjoy a very positive experience. Maybe the risk Pete had taken was worth it?

The next story had seemed insignificant to Pete at the time. Clive had a different view. Late on a summer’s afternoon, Pete was walking around his garden enjoying the heat of the Sun. He was thinking about his business, in fact, he was miles away. Happy and relaxed the last thing on his mind was a ghost. In the garden there is a large terracotta Vietnamese pot-bellied pig. Those with a need for detail will want to know that it is called Ho Chi Minh. Ho sits a foot (30 cms) away from the conservatory wall.

 As he passed by, Pete caught a glimpse of a spectral hedgehog between the pig and wall. He did a classic double-take. Still he saw the hedgehog, but not clearly. The creature was transparent and white-grey in colour. Pete was just 4 or 5 feet (122 or 152 cms) away. Pete attached little significance to the experience until he told Clive.

Clive was fascinated. But, why? Pete couldn’t see any reason for this being anything out of the ordinary. What so interested Clive was that the ghost had been a wild animal rather than a domestic creature. It seems that this is significant to Clive. He had never heard reports of a ghost of a wild animal before.

One final comment on the subject of ghosts from an eminent academic. Archie Roy is Emeritus Professor of Astronomy and Honorary Senior Research Fellow in the Department of Physics and Astronomy at Glasgow University. On a British television programme, some years ago, he made an interesting observation. He suggested that, sooner or later, the scientific community would have to at least acknowledge the possibility that the mind can exist independently of the body.

  This is from The Coincidence File by Ken Anderson.

In Coincidences, chance or fate? I told strange tales of ghostly presences that appeared to bring comfort and hope to men whose lives were in peril. The first concerned three British officers trekking across Turkey after escaping from a prisoner-of-war camp in World War 1. All swore they were joined by a mysterious stranger whose very presence encouraged them to push on against the odds. In the second incident Antarctic explorer Sir Ernest Shackleton and two companions crossed South Georgia Island in a desperate attempt to find help for their marooned party. All felt they had been joined by a fourth person whose presence was reassuring.

Clive asked the question whether these figures could have been projections of their own desires or were they genuinely joined by a discarnate being guiding and comforting them? 

I hope that you enjoyed these stories. As has been said before, not only is life stranger than you think, it is stranger than you can possibly imagine.