The entities I attract tend to be of the light. They aren’t dark or malevolent. I don’t typically feel threatened by them. There really are no words for the heavenly presence that deceased loved ones bring with them when they visit a psychic medium. I mean, I really can’t describe it beyond that cliche word, “heavenly”. That right there should tell you that our minds have yet to expand to even be able to process world’s outside of us.
I have had a few poltergeists or darker entities come through though. Once you’ve opened yourself up to it, you allow the good, the bad, and everything in between to visit you. Or use you, for their own after death purposes, whatever that may be. I’m not sure they’re always in need of leaving a message exactly, other than to let you know they made it safely to the other side.
When I lived next door to a funeral home I definitely saw more activity than normal. I tend to feel a sort of kinship with the dead, as I’m like the last person they talk to before they are silenced forever by death. And that’s a role I don’t mind playing, once I get past the worry that whomever I’m delivering a message to will attack me for it. I’ve never had that happen, but there’s a first time for everything, right?
One of the darker energies I dealt with while living near the mortuary was a young man who had committed suicide as revenge for his older lover cheating on him. He was very good looking with dark hair, dressed in a crisp light blue button up shirt. He actually insisted I get my phonebook (the yellow pages) to look up the phone number of his ex. He desperately wanted me to deliver a message from him. I told him I wasn’t allowed to deliver messages unless they were to comfort the living. It just seemed like the right thing to say, I don’t know. I actually sat there and talked to this dead young man about his death, his pain, and why it was time to move on, the same way I would talk to a friend who was suffering. Defeated, he left his earthbound pain behind for good.
When I was 16 I lived with my mom and her boyfriend at my grandparents house, for a short while. There was a poltergeist, who bore a strong resemblance to the man in the hat in the movie Poltergeist, other people had seen there (didn’t know that at the time). I think he appeared to me that way because my mind would identify him correctly. I’m not sure if this is an entity attached to me, as I saw him on two separate situations, in two different places, at very different times in my life.
The first time I saw him I was alone in the kitchen when I became very aware of him. No matter how many times I blinked he wouldn’t disappear. I began to hyperventilate and took off running in no particular direction, looking back as I did. I somehow ended up with a black eye under the kitchen table with no recollection of having fallen and hitting myself on the edge of the table. I’d even knocked he garbage can over.
The second time was much the same. No matter how much I blinked he was still there. I walked from room to room only to run into his gloating face surrounded by crazy white hair, a black hat on his head. He laughed at me without laughing. Then he attacked me. I flew onto the living room table, screaming and clawing at thin air. I’m sure I’m like the biggest Nancy from A Nightmare On Elm Street fan, because I strongly relate to the bullshit she went through!
This past summer I discovered a man in my garage, who is very attached to the torn apart volkswagon bug. Like, he fucking wants to buy it or something. He wears a brown leather jacket, and I get the feeling he was very much into a life of crime. A real scumbug, as he seems to even maybe sort of fondly, think of himself. For a few weeks he visited my hallway and watched me in my room. I ignored him, but he gave me the creeps. It’s not worth angering someone over, you know? He’ll eventually get bored and leave, right? And he has … for now.
When ghosts come through they often do as their human selves. They do so in order to be the same person you know and loved. Someone once questioned my authenticity in this way, because they felt someone who has passed on should be angelic. I can’t help it if your dead friend delivers a message by calling you a “pussy”, they way he did when he was alive! He obviously didn’t like you. I’m just the messenger.
One of the saddest experiences I’ve had wasn’t with a dark entity, but a woman who had been murdered. She’d been robbed at knife point in a crowd of people, and initially allowed the thief to run with her purse, until she remembered her granddaughters school picture in her wallet. The thief didn’t take kindly to her suddenly trying to pull her purse away from him and stabbed her. She died instantly. She was a woman in her mid-forties with dark hair and stunning blue eyes. She had really enjoyed every aspect of her life. She was one who had a hard time leaving her earthly body behind. It sort of broke my heart. Most people seem to be pretty okay with leaving once they understand they are dead.
I don’t tend to see the darker entities, though I consider myself a darker person. I know wonderful people who do see things you couldn’t even imagine in your wildest nightmares. It’s so different for us all, and I love that. I love hearing stories that blow my mind. I’m used to the strange and unusual, but someone else’s strange and unusual is still unique to my own. I wish everyone felt comfortable saying weird shit in public. I think we’d find out we’re not so crazy after all.
(I had to say something)