Ghosts Can Be So Literal!

This weekend, my husband and I attended a wedding and stayed in a motel that is known to be haunted. I do my best to avoid putting myself in the situation of trying to sleep while resident spirits do their best to get my attention. It just does not make for a restful night.

The hotel we stayed in is part of what is now called Fort Clark Springs in Brackettville, Texas. I have written about many of the events that happened to me there while we lived in Brackettville (‘Growing Up Weird: Confessions of a Closet Medium’ available on amazon.com or createspace.com). Fort Clark Springs used to be an Army Post back in the day and many people died there. To make matters more interesting, there is the ‘White Lady’ who can show up anywhere on the Fort according to legend. I have felt her presence many times myself but I have never seen her like many other people.

But this trip was not supposed to be a ghost hunt. I have never participated in a ghost hunt because….well…I do not have to hunt for ghosts. They find me. It has been explained to me that spirits can tell which people can discern them and that they often want to do their best to get attention from such people. My own mother, as she was dying, gave me a clue about this aspect of my gift.

Mom had been talking to angels for a day or so when I tapped her shoulder to tell her that I was going to step out to get a bite to eat. I did not expect her to even hear me as she was so involved in being halfway on the other side. But, she surprised me. She came out of her seemed trance and grabbed my arm. Then she looked at me intently and said, “Oh my! You are SO perceptive!” Then she went right back to her trance.

I really did not know how to take that at first. What did she mean? As I have thought about that day many times since, I have decided that she was able to see what spirits see when they look at me. They instantly know that I know they are in the room. My guess is that they want to tell me something, even if it is just “Hi! I’m here!” They want my attention for some reason.

So, when I stepped into the hotel room this weekend and immediately felt the presence of spirits, I knew I was going to be a target. I did not feel anything evil, just spirits of people. Still, I did not want them to keep me awake. I stood there in the middle of the room and gave a small speech.

“Look,… yes I know you’re here….Hi….it is nice to meet you. Now, I want you to know that you are not allowed to mess with me while I am sleeping. No touching, no sitting on the bed, no pulling covers off, no voices in my ear and no throwing things at me! We will get along just fine if you will keep my rules.”

Of course, my poor husband just shook his head as he watched me give my little speech. He is getting used to it by now. He is completely clueless and has never had any experiences except when the spirit played with the remote to the portable air conditioner, turning it on and off and playing different tunes as it pushed the different buttons( complete story in my book).

With that said, I got ready for bed, confidently feeling that I could get a decent night of sleep. I closed my eyes and saw them there around me. I saw three different spirits. One was a green color and the other two were lavender and gold. I decided to ignore them. I could feel them watching me so I did have some trouble going to sleep but I did finally drop off…..until about 5 a.m. The sound of footsteps walking across the dark room woke me up. The footsteps went across the room and into the bathroom. Then, the spirits did the few things that I had not specifically listed in my rules. The next thing I knew, my travel organizer that I had hanging in the little closet began to swing back and forth. I raised up on one elbow and saw it swinging.

“Okay…that’s enough of that!”

The organizer stopped swinging, but the towel rack started squeaking like the rod was being turned. Then the towel that had been hanging on it fell to the floor. I sat up and frowned toward the bathroom. I realized that I needed to go to the restroom at that point, but there was no way I was going to go in there. Obviously, they were determined to mess with me and I just could not possibly list all the things they could do to entertain me on my list of no-no’s.

Fortunately, my husband woke up at that point and we decided to go ahead and get up and leave. As I opened the door to leave, I turned around and spoke into the air again.

“It was so nice to meet you….thanks for all the entertainment!” What else could I say?

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6 thoughts on “Ghosts Can Be So Literal!

  1. Hi Karen, I’m reading your book, “Growing Up Weird,” and just finished the story about the antique dresser. I wanted you to know where I am in the book. I have a thought about your vision regarding the pink gas. I wonder if you didn’t see what will transpire in Israel and you’re mind translated the events to make them more understandable to you. I believe President Obama was elected, and will be reelected, to help this country cope with an event, so maybe I’m wrong. Or maybe he was elected to cope with a different event. I wish all the best to the Israelis, but I hope the United States will be spared (as well as me and mine, and The Great State of Texas). I live in Marshall (Texas). I would, however, like to know if it’s slated to happen here so please give me your opinion about this. Thanks and God bless. Julia Robb

    • Julia,
      Thank you for reading my book! Your question brings up a question that bothers me also. I do not know exactly what it means either. My sight is imperfect, to say the least, but the dreams have been quite specific so far. After many failed attempts to read things into what I am shown, I have learned that I am only to tell EXACTLY what I have seen. Interpretation is a problem for me. It may very well be that, like the Bible says, one is to prophesy and another is to interpret. Interpretation is a separate gift listed in Acts. Every once in a while, I get interpretation right but I really don’t trust it. If you have gotten to the part of the book where I talk about my mother’s friend who disappeared, I knew the creek she drove into had a sk sound and I wrongly assumed that it was the beginning of the word. I searched the map looking along her path for a creek starting with the sound. The closest I could get to was Schooler Creek. It turned out that she had indeed driven into a creek and drowned but the creek name did not start with the sound. It was Bosque Creek…the sk sound was in the middle of the word! So, when you ask me if it is possible that the pink cloud occurs in Israel, I did not specifically see that. I only know that I was standing at a certain intersection in Brackettville Texas and the pink cloud rolled in from the West. It concerns me enough that I avoid that intersection when I visit Brackettville. My husband even goes along with it. I thought that maybe something had changed when we moved away from Brackettville, but I realize that I do indeed visit sometimes so I could still literally happen when I am there. I wish I could help you with your question better, but I prefer to be honest with everything. Maybe I will find someone who has the gift of interpretation and they can enlighten me on the meaning. My husband and I both have the intense feeling that something is coming so we have survivalist ways…we are learning how to garden and working on independent water systems etc. But we have no specifics. All I can say is trust God. He knows what is coming and He loves us, so whatever He decides is best for us is what I want too. May God Bless you and your family.

  2. I’m not as bold to say I have a gift. I do feel spirits and see them if they decide to make them self be seen. Like others they are highly attracted to me as they know I can sense them and see them.

    I actually go to Fort Clark Springs every other year for our Family Reunion, we live way up in WA State. It wasn’t until 2013 that a presense finally made itself known to me, and to my husband ~much to his discomfort. We were in room 18 or 21. All I remember is it being a legal age for something and that’s how I remembered:).

    I quickly felt the presence in the room, quietly told them to leave me alone politely and went to bed.
    I woke up to a 20-something year old young man peering down at me: literally 6inches from my face. I jump up screaming “what the heck” and he disappears. My husband wakes up. Now it’s not everyday that you wake up like this. I was thrown off. I asked him again to leave me alone. He didn’t. He started pounding his feet. I told my husband to ignore him (and honestly while I saw just the one I sensed 2 others, a female and another male) BUT my husband couldn’t ignore him. So, he started messing w/my husband since I was over the shock of waking up to someone staring at me, after all he was just curious. But he started touching my husbands feet, moving the blankets. I kept telling him to ignore him but my husband is not used to it at all. We ended up sleeping w/the lights on to help my husband sleep.

    We haven’t had any experiences since BUT they are there and they are curious. Nothing evil by any means.

    • Fort Clark is famous for being haunted. We used to live in Brackettville. I wrote a good bit about the experiences I had there in my book, Growing Up Weird: Confessions of a closet Medium, and I included stories by others from there too. I laughed when I read about your husband’s reaction. My husband would rather not hear about it and just chooses to leave when the events are obviously not explainable. He does not want to think about it but does not doubt what I tell him. My sister hesitates to travel with me because she does not want to think about it either. As a result, she is often the target of the activity until I step in and save her. It is an interesting life anyway!

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