I’m taking a fictional creative writing class this quarter, and it’s a workshop set up. I have to write a short story this week, and throughout the entire quarter we build upon this short story and critique and touch up on it. I think at the end of the quarter I’m going to publish this short story and make it available for free on Kindle. What do ya’ll think?
Onto another topic! Today I am going to discuss an experience I had with a spirit. This was before I knew what channeling was and before I tapped into my abilities. If you don’t know, I wasn’t someone who could hear and see spirits right away. I was like a lot of you where I thought I wasn’t “special” enough to have mediumship abilities. That was until I found the Channeling Erik blog, and was told anyone can do this. So I decided to tap into them and practice 🙂
Anyway, so there was an old house in Clovis that was going to be demolished. It was the Wolfe Manor, which I helped write a documentary that was about the house, and I was devastated. I had just moved back home from LA, and when I heard about the home being demolished, I tried to fight against the city of Clovis. The Wolfe Manor is known for being “haunted”, and was a Halloween attraction for a number of years. I was upset because the house didn’t seem in bad shape when you looked at it, and they wanted to demolish it while a building literally across the street had a roof caving in and the back side of it had completely collapsed. I was wondering why the city wanted to force the homeowner to demolish this standing home while there was a building across the street that was in an even worse condition.
Anyway, I was thinking of protesting and doing the whole nine yards where I tie myself to the house. Hahahaha! I know! I’m crazy. I use to have dreams where I’d go to the house and hang out with a spirit there named Mary. I had no idea at the time that what I was doing was called astral projection. I felt such a connection to the home, yet I couldn’t put my finger on it.
Before I even knew about the plans of the demolishment, I had a dream where Mary came to me crying. She was standing at the doorway of her bedroom and she kept crying and wiping her tears away. She kept begging for my help. I had no idea why she was so upset. She said, “they’re going to take our home away from us, Heather. They’re going to get rid of it, and the owner… He didn’t do a good job at maintaining it. He promised. He promised he would! I don’t know what to do! You have to do something, Heather!” I told her, “there’s nothing I can do. Maybe this is a blessing in disguise and you’ll be able to finally move on once the house is gone.” She looked at me with such despair and continued to cry. I told her, “I will try and do my best. I promise. I’m sorry this is happening to you.” She asked me again what she could do, and I said, “the people that demand the house to be demolished, why don’t you just haunt them? It’s the city of Clovis that wants it gone. Why don’t you go give them hell? But honestly, that won’t stop the house from being demolished. It’d just be revenge.” I woke up from the dream, and found out later on that day from my mother that on the news they said the city was going to demolish the house.
I went to see the home get demolished, and it felt like a part of me was being ripped out each time they knocked down a wall. I couldn’t stop the tears from flowing, and I felt sick to my stomach. I hadn’t cried that hard in a long time.
Later on that day I took a nap. I was exhausted from my tears and the sadness that overflowed me. When I woke up, I felt heavy. It literally felt like several people were clinging to my ankles and weighing me down. I had a hard time picking up my feet, and I felt somewhat out of my body. Mind you I had no idea what was going on because I didn’t know really anything about spirits, the after life, or channeling. I was freaked out a bit by it, but I was also incredibly angry. I just felt such rage inside of me, and it didn’t really feel like my own. I could just feel a presence there walking behind me. At the time I thought I was going crazy, but I just couldn’t shake that feeling that someone was following me around. I found out later that several spirits from the Wolfe Manor followed me home, and one of them was a very angry spirit that resided in the basement of the home.
That night I went to bed, and I woke up in the middle of the night from a nightmare. I had a nightmare that the scary spirit from the basement was coming after me and dragging me down into darkness. I woke up and I saw a tall black shadow standing at the foot of my bed. It was my first time seeing anything like this and I was scared shitless. I tried to pull up my covers over my head because we all know hiding under your blanket is the best way to protect you from scary things 😉 However, I couldn’t move. I noticed my arms were at my side, and I couldn’t move at all. It felt like I was being held down, and I looked at the dark shadow and just knew it was because of him. I went over in my head my prayers like Our Father and the Hail Mary. I was Catholic at the time, and began calling in God, Jesus, and Saint Michael the Archangel for protection. Then it went away. I grabbed my rosary and wore it for the rest of the night.
That same spirit that held me down, came to me months later when I was writing the documentary. I had Erik by then, and he had him stand at a distance from me as he told me his story. I helped several spirits cross over while helping to write for the documentary, and he was one of them. He just needed to let go of his anger, and after he was healed emotionally, he was much lighter. I let him come closer and even hug me! I don’t call him the big scary spirit from the basement anymore. I call him the big teddy bear from the basement hahahaha!